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As soon as we heard that 3 college guys were renting the house next door my wife Linda said we were in for trouble. She knew friends at work who had had real problems, she said. Late night parties, loud music, even trash thrown over the fence. I just laughed,
'Relax, honey, this is a quiet neighborhood, they are hardly likely to choose to live here if they are hoodlums, let's not judge them until we've met them'.
Linda's not usually a worrier like that. After all we are hardly old ourselves. We met at college and just kinda hit if off immediately. That's only 8 years ago so we are only 27 ourselves, we bought this house three years ago when we both got our first proper jobs and we still like the neighborhood. And we got on well with Mike and Susan who used to live next door, until Mike's job took them out west and they decided to rent out the house. I think that's what Linda was really pissed about, the fact that she no longer would have Susan right next door, they had become real good friends. I'm Jase by the way, and Linda always described me as the sexiest guy she'd ever met, but then she would, wouldn't she? I look after myself, get to the gym at work at least 3 times a week so I have a firm, defined body. I'm about 5.11 and don't weigh a pound over what I was when we left college 4 years ago. I guess I know I get admiring looks: I have the kind of dark good-looks most people think of as Mediterranean. Until a few weeks ago, when this story happened, I'd have thought of myself as a regular married guy, hell, we were even thinking of starting a family, how straight can you get? Things have changed now, I know an awful lot more about myself. Lindo too, for that matter.
Things seemed to start OK. The guys next door moved in while we were at work, so we didn't see them, and didn't hear much of them either. We left before they were up, and we only heard their TV a little at night. We decided against going next door to introduce ourselves, not that we wanted to be unfriendly, but we just thought we'd meet them naturally, taking out the trash or coming home at the same time.
One of the great things about Linda is she loves sex. When I say we hit it off at college, what I mean is we spent every minute we could making out and fucking. Now things may have quietened down a bit now, but come the weekend, we both like to fuck. The first weekend after our new neighbors moved in was hot and sunny. And some quiet sun bathing in the yard turned to something more interesting, so we moved indoors to the living room and began to get it on. We didn't pull the drapes, the house isn't overlooked at the back, we didn't even bother closing the sliding glass doors. I guess the sun had just got us too fucking hot. Another great thing about Linda, is that she really gets into sex, she likes to moan, gets verbal. If I'm eating her pussy or fucking her she really starts urging me on, it gets me so hot when she uses filthy, slutty language. She starts either ordering me or begging me to 'tongue her hot pussy', 'ram my fuckpole up her cunt', and bite her neck or big hard nipples. And she can get sluttier. Fuck, it gets me hard every time. So we were going at it, enjoying the fuck. Both of us were hot and sweaty. I was pounding her from the rear, while she was bent over the couch. It made a fucking hot picture in the big mirror on my right, and I kept checking us out as I slammed my 8-inch, thick cock in and out of her wet, open pussy, while she moaned and urged me on.
The mirror faced the sliding doors out to the yard and the next time I glanced up to admire our tanned fit bodies I got a huge shock. Standing there, reflected in the mirror, on the other side of the glass doors out to the yard, was a tall, young guy. He was probably 19 or 20. He was well built, athletic, hard-bodied and had perfectly defined, smooth pecs and a flat stomach. I knew this because all he was wearing was a pair of baggy khaki shorts. He'd pushed the waistband down below his big low hanging ballsac and was working what looked like a thick, veiny 9-10 inch dick as he watched me fuck my wife. I swung my head round to look at him directly. Why the fuck didn't I stop? Yell out, or tell him to get the fuck outta there? I don't know. But in that split second I decided to carry on fucking Linda, who face down in the cushions was moaning her slutty words completely unawares that we were being watched by a horny dude jerking his big cock. The fact is I found it hot. My cock and nipples stiffened as I watched him watching us. Our eyes met and the horny fucker gave a kinda complicit sexy smile. He reached up and squeezed his own nipples and worked his big dick even harder.
And I responded. I fucked Linda even harder. She was past the point of no return. I could sense this. She was now yelling 'Fuck me, fuck my cunt' and moaning into the cushions. Her cunt opened even more and she started on the beginning of a series of orgasms. I couldn't take my eyes off the guy outside. He was so good looking, a real horny fucker. Long, dirty blond hair and piercing - what looked like green - eyes and a really sexy smile of even, white teeth. His face had that thin hungry quality that the best, sexiest male models have, but it also had a harder, crueler edge that stopped him just being a pretty boy. Looking at him and Linda's moaning and her spasming pussy pushed me over the edge. For some reason I didn't thrust in more to bury my cum deep inside her as I usually do, no, I pulled out, so that the handsome stud watching could see my cum shoot out in 5-6-7 spurts all over Linda's back. The young guy's grin widened and almost simultaneously he came too. Huge creamy jets of fuck juice hit the glass door. It looked unbelievable, double - maybe more - what I had shot. Mine felt like the most intense orgasm of my life, but his had a power and copiousness that had me transfixed. I watched every bit of spunk shoot from his purple swollen cockhead, and fuck it if my cock didn't respond by getting hard again. Jesus, the last time that had happened was when I was a permanently horny 15 year-old and was jerking off 5-6 times a day. I looked down to check Linda was still oblivious to our visitor. She was, and when I looked back he'd gone. Only the amazing quantity of spunk running down the glass was evidence that I hadn't made it all up. I fell on top of Linda and caressed her nipples. Kissed her neck and we lay like that for several minutes. It then shot across my mind that she mustn't see the jizz on the glass door. How would I explain it? But I needn't have worried, she eventually disentangeled herself from my body and got up and kissed me and walked towards the door into the hall. Her back, still covered in my load, was to the glass doors out to the yard and she hadn't noticed a thing.
'You made a big mess all over my back, you horny stud', she smiled. 'I'm gonna shower'. She disappeared upstairs. I lay there a second or two. Then I picked up my underwear and went to the doors. There was no one there. I went out, and stared at the heavy load sprayed over the glass. My cock was now fully hard. I ran my fingertips through the copious puddles of still-warm cum and, hardly believing myself, sniffed my fingers. My cock throbbed. Shit! I was so turned on by the smell of this young guy's fuck juice. I worked my cock with one hand, while I scooped up more cum with my fingers. I used it as lube on my aching cock, as I worked it with my fist. Then, bringing my fingers to my face again, sniffed his cum, then pushing out my tongue licked at the warm cream on my fingers. My hand was covered and I licked it clean, the sweet, salty, musky taste, and the craziness of what I was doing got me so hot. As I tasted his cum and let a big gob of it slide down my throat I jerked my cock so hard that I came again. My cum blast joining what remained of his on the glass door. The orgasm was intense. I leant against the door, panting, watching my cum run down the glass to join his. My head spinned with what I had just experienced.
When I came to my senses I was shocked at what I done, and worried in case Linda should have witnessed what had happened or that she might come down now and see all this mess. Jeez, that would take some explaining. I wiped the glass as clean as I could with my underwear and ran upstairs where, thankfully, Linda was still in the shower. I pushed the jizz-soaked briefs into my bedside drawer and joined my wife in the shower. I surprised her, and ran my still cum-sticky hands over her soapy body from behind. She didn't seem to notice. She giggled and said no; she had to get ready to go out. I kissed her neck and pressed my body against hers as I held her in my arms and tried to stop thinking about that handsome stud whose heavy, creamy load I could still taste on my tongue.