Our neighbor is a cuckold 

It was no secret that I wasn’t a very handy man. If things needed fixing around the house, we almost always had to call a specialist to come in. My wife rolled her eyes every time the plumber had to stop by for something simple. She’d sigh with disappointment when the garage door man had to come over for a mere spring replacement. 

So I wasn’t surprised when she called the next-door neighbor, John, over one Saturday morning to look at a door hinge that wouldn’t stay put in the guest room. He was always fixing things for people in the neighborhood and had become everyone’s “go-to” guy.

“How’s it going, Ethan?” he asked, nodding his head at me as my wife, Katie, took him upstairs to show him what needed fixing. He was around my age, but much more fit. I had seen Katie’s gaze on him a few times when he would mow his grass, shirtless. He was very much in shape, with abs and bigger arm muscles than me. I guess it was no wonder that Katie couldn’t turn her head away from him. 

I knew most men probably wouldn’t have wanted the two of them to be unsupervised together. Most men would have gone upstairs to watch the repair, if nothing else but to see how it was done. Most men would have called a professional.

But I wasn’t most men.

I gave it a few minutes before quietly making my way up the staircase. The door to the guest room wasn’t closed all the way, and I could see the bed from where I stood. In fact, I had a perfect view. I didn’t think they’d notice me if I stood far enough back. 

There was my wife, on top of a completely naked John. His hands were on the small of her back. I watched as he reached up to unhook the back of her bra, and she tossed it onto the bed. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I didn’t dare breathe. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I could hear John saying, trying to keep his voice down. 

My wife giggled, tossing her hair back, her long black curls falling down past her shoulder blades. She looked so beautiful, even from a distance.

Suddenly, she was sliding down his body, getting in between his legs. I watched her lower her head down onto his cock. His eyes closed, and his mouth fell open. He was clearly enjoying himself. Katie was so good at giving head that this didn’t surprise me. 

My own cock was getting hard watching the action. There was something so goddamn sexy about watching my wife get it on with someone else, and I was grateful the door wasn’t closed all the way. Although, I found it odd that it wasn’t. Wouldn’t Katie have made sure to close it shut?

I took a cautious step forward so I could hear the soft sounds of Katie working her mouth on John’s cock. From what I could see, it was quite a bit thicker than mine, and it seemed like they were both enjoying themselves. John was moaning the entire time, and Katie was making the adorable, muffled noises I always liked so much. 

“Fuck, I want to taste you,” John said, pulling her head up finally. “Lay down.”

For a brief minute as Katie and John were switching positions, I swear Katie looked at me standing in the hallway, but I couldn’t be sure. I froze on the spot, waiting to see if they would continue. 

Then I watched my wife spread her thighs around either side of John’s head as he began to eat her pussy. It was captivating and so hot, watching her fingers run through his hair as her back arched off the bed. I couldn’t help but pull my own cock out of my pants and start stroking it. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. 

“Oh shit, John, that feels good,” I could hear Katie muttering. “Yes, just like that.”

Was it just me or was she actually getting louder, as though she wanted me to hear?

I could see John start to finger Katie as he ran his tongue over her clit. She looked like she was in pure heaven. I loved watching her mouth open and close, like she was moaning without sound. Her body seemed so responsive to him, quivering and writhing as he ate her pussy.

“Fuck, oh, fuck!” she whimpered, and I took a step forward so I could better see. I loved when Katie came. She always looked so beautiful, coming undone like that. Right now was no different. If anything, it was even hotter, getting to see it from this angle. She reached down and held John’s face right where she wanted it as she got off, and I just knew he was down there lapping up every bit of sweet wetness coming from her pussy. I knew I would be.

“Holy shit,” John said as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “I want you.”

“So have me,” Katie said back, sitting up. 

John moved back so that my wife could get into an all-fours position. Doggy style was her favorite, so this didn’t surprise me one bit. Plus, she had the perfect body for it  - soft hips that were easy to grab onto, and a thick, taut ass that was amazing to look at.

John ran his hands across her smooth ass cheeks, and I started jerking off even harder. Seeing him touch her like that was doing something to me that I hadn’t quite felt before, and I just about came when he slipped his cock into Katie’s pussy, bareback. I hoped he would cum inside her, which was something I never thought I’d be wishing for. 

They started fucking slowly at first, with John thrusting gently. He was probably worried I would hear them if they were too loud and rowdy. But when Katie whimpered to him to go harder, he obliged. 

“Holy shit!” Katie cried, her voice sounding strained. She threw her head back and John grabbed onto it, which only made Katie moan more. She loved it a little rough. 

“Yes, fuck,” John hissed, “your pussy is so wet.”

I loved hearing that. I wanted her to be enjoying this, I wanted her to be dripping wet. John started to pick up the pace with his thrusts, pounding his cock in and out of her pussy harder now. The sound of skin slapping against skin filtered through the room and into the hallway. John was really giving it to her now. He released the hold he had on her hair, and Katie fell forward, burying her face in the pillow.

“Fuuuuck,” I whispered under my breath, barely able to hold back my orgasm at that point. I loved seeing my wife face down, ass up when I was the one fucking her, of course, but being able to see it from this side of things was just as good, if not better. 

As Katie’s hands tugged at the sheets, holding them tightly between her fingers, John started to fuck her now in short, fast thrusts. I knew he was about to cum, and so was I. 

“Shit, I’m so close,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum, Katie!”

Katie mumbled something into the pillow, and within seconds, John’s thrusts had stopped, and his cock was shooting his load deep into my wife’s pussy. He held her ass as he came, throwing his head back. He was a lucky man, that was for sure.

I looked down to see my hand covered in thick, hot cum. When I looked back up, I saw John and Katie sitting up and smiling at each other. Katie was biting her lip and looking at John in a mischievous sort of way, and I wondered if they had done this before. 

“You’re trouble,” John said quietly to her, lifting her chin to give her a sweet, gentle kiss.

Katie giggled. “You knew that the day you moved in next door.”

John pulled his pants back on. “That’s true.”

Not wanting to be seen, I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants and ran back downstairs. I headed to the kitchen sink to wash the cum off my hands, and then I made myself busy moving about the place, pretending to clean. Internally, I was still reeling from what I had just seen. The image of John fucking my wife from behind, using her pussy like that and then filling it with cum – well, the image wouldn’t leave my head. 

When I heard the two of them heading back downstairs, I could barely breathe.

“Looks like I’ll need a different part, Ethan,” said John, coming into the kitchen with a smile on his face. “I’ll come back in a day or two. Sorry about that.”
I cleared my throat, trying to look unsuspecting. “Oh, okay. No problem. Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You know I’m just no good at that stuff.”

Katie stood right behind John, her arms crossed over her chest. “Yeah, tell me about it!”

A couple of days later, when John returned to the house, I all but ushered the two of them back upstairs, wanting John to get on with it and “fix the door hinge. . .”