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The Man Upstairs
By the time of my last year at school I had been married for six
months. Now that the end of our time at school had arrived, I was
excited to be traveling on job interviews. For my wife Jill, the empty
time during my absences was being filled by Hazel, a blowzy 45-year old
with a whiskey baritone and a nonstop monologue. Hazel lived in one of
the two small apartments upstairs, and a man named Paul lived in the
other. Paul was about 55 or so, big and in pretty good shape, who had
iron gray hair and the confidence of a CEO or maybe a successful
neurosurgeon. According to Hazel he had been a widower for less than a
year.
Two or three times a week when I was away on job interviews, Hazel
camped in our kitchen and had what she liked to call girl-talk with
Jill over coffee. Jill is not a rude person, and she couldn't figure
out how to avoid these chats without hurting Hazel's feelings. Jill had
complained to me about her new friend but she never got specific about
their conversations. Then, the night before I was leaving for yet
another interview, we had finished making love, when Jill suddenly
asked, "Do you think a man could really have a penis that was
10-inches long?" I was already sleepy, so I said with a yawn, "Sure, I
guess so. What are you doing, shopping around?" I guess I was a irked
because I'm very sensitive about my own short little cock. Jill never
answered me, and I forgot the whole thing.
When I got back from my trip, I found Jill in a strange state. Usually
well organized and totally focused, she was distracted and sort of
dreamy, and she seemed tired. She wasn't interested at all in our usual
"welcome home" sex. I didn't have time to worry about it too much
because I had another trip scheduled for the following day.
My interviews went well and I was lucky enough to be the last
successful standby on an earlier flight home. It was on the return
flight that I began to think seriously about Jill's recent behavior. By
the time I had made the drive back from the airport I was thoroughly
worked up, even though I didn't know why.
I stopped outside the door of our apartment because I could hear the
murmur of talk inside, and what might have been a sob or two. I jumped
to the conclusion that our landlord was there again, giving poor Jill a
hard time about just when we were leaving town, or maybe about the
security deposit. I was too tired to put up with his BS, so I decided
to walk outside to a window and watch to see when he left. That window
gave a full view of the living room, and I was sure that I wouldn't be
seen by anyone inside.
I let myself out, walked around to the side yard and quietly approached
the window through the shrubs. I rose slowly up above the sill and
looked in. It wasn't the landlord that I saw, but Paul, our upstairs
neighbor. Jill was down on the floor on her knees and elbows, naked,
with Paul--still looking like a CEO even though he too was naked--on
his knees, pressed up behind her, holding her hips with both hands.
They were sideways to me, and Paul was fucking her with the longest
penis I had ever seen--I thought at first it was some kind of
flesh-colored dildo. He pulled it out slowly: 10-inches of thick, veined
cock, and then slowly pushed his hips forward, until his crotch pressed
tight against Jill's ass. As he did, she made the sobbing sound that I
had heard. Paul was saying, "Ahhh. That's my girl. Good? Does Jill like
my cock?" And I heard Jill answer faintly, as if she were out of
breath, "Oh God, yes! Yes, I love it, More, please, more!" Paul slowly
pulled out and helped Jill turn over and lie on her back. He took her
ankles, and then he lifted and spread her legs so that her knees were
up to her chin. He slid between her spread legs and began to tease her
open labia with the swollen, reddish head of his cock. She almost
screamed, "Paul, don't tease. Pleeeease!"
Paul slowly slid his cock into her, deeper and deeper, while she gasped
as if she were in pain. He began to fuck her, slowly at first, while
one of his hands roamed over her tiny soft boobs. He started going
faster and it was plain that she was having a moaning, shuddering
orgasm. He never broke his rhythm. She came again as he pinched her
right nipple. He was fucking Jill as if she were some kind of exercise
machine, and she came for a third time. Finally, with a groan, they
came together. Exhausted, they flopped over to lie on their sides,
still coupled together by that amazing penis. Jill dragged his hand up
to her breasts and made him fondle them.
I was sweating and weak from watching my wife of only six months
getting fucked by a man old enough to be her father. She had obviously
enjoyed herself; what woman wouldn't get a thrill out of that enormous
cock? I was also horny as hell now, and I had to take a few deep
breaths to keep from finishing myself off right there in the shrubbery.
I went back to my car and drove around until it was my scheduled
arrival time, then I came through the apartment door making as much
noise as I could. There was no sign of Paul, and Jill was in the
shower. When she finished, she came into the room wearing her long,
fluffy robe, and gave me a lukewarm peck on the cheek.
I looked into her half-closed eyes, and asked "Well, what have you been
up to while I've been gone?" I felt tension suddenly fill the room, and
then she spoke, quietly, "I need to tell you this...Paul from upstairs
has been having sex with me every time you leave town for an interview.
There, I've told you. And I'll tell you something else, I'm going to
keep doing it with him. I don't think I could quit even if I wanted to.
See, Paul..." I interrupted her, "I know all about Paul, and his big
penis. In fact, I watched you two through the window just now. The way
you looked while you were getting fucked, well, I wouldn't be mean
enough to deny you more of that. His sure makes my little cock look
like a toy."
The tension broke and Jill smiled and relaxed. "You can blame Hazel for
getting me started with Paul. I really hadn't paid any attention to
him, until Hazel started talking about her fabulous sex life. She
talked about Paul's huge cock and all the ways he was doing her, and
how many times he could make her come. I swear, she was like a broken
record."
"So that's where that question about the "10-inch long penis" came
from," I said. Jill answered, "Well, Hazel talked about it so much I
got curious. What would it be like, would it hurt, or would it feel
wonderful? She started questioning me about my sex life, and she kept
at it until I finally admitted that yours was a tiny little thing, and
our sex wasn't exactly a Fourth of July Parade. Oh, she made a big show
of sympathizing, but she kept coming back to her enjoyment of Paul's
"really big dick."
Jill continued, "Hazel finally confessed that Paul was getting to be
more than she could handle, and maybe I'd like to try it out,
considering that you left me alone and unsatisfied so much. Paul had
been asking her about me, and she had told him that she thought I might
"like a really good fuck for a change."
I asked, "So, when did you and Paul start?", and Jill answered, "The
morning you left for your second set of interviews, I hadn't even
finished my coffee when Paul was at my door, all smiles and charm. I
stammered and blushed because all I could think of was what Hazel told
me he had in his pants. I offered him some coffee, and when I turned to
get the pot, he put his arms around me and started feeling me up and
kissing my neck and ears."
I interrupted with sarcasm in my voice, "So you started screaming and
told him to leave." Jill laughed at me and continued, "Not exactly. I
just stood there while he got both hands under my robe and nightie, and
held one breast in each hand. I'll tell you, mine certainly weren't the
first boobs he'd played with; he knew exactly how to do it. By then I
could feel his penis getting hard against my bottom, and I simply had
to get a look at it. He knew just what I wanted, because he let me go
and pulled down his pants. I guess he wasn't wearing any underwear,
because all of a sudden I was holding this unbelievably long silky
penis; stroking it and feeling its length and heat and all those veins.
I almost fainted; I really wanted it.
Jill actually giggled, "I must have looked a sight, my eyes closed,
breathing through my mouth. He got me to kneel down in front of him,
and I just sort of started licking and sucking the head of that
enormous penis. I kept choking, trying to get the whole thing in my
mouth, but I couldn't do it. So I just kept sucking as much of it as I
could and rubbing it with my tongue. It was the most erotic thing I'd
ever done. Then after I'd sucked him for a little while he made me lie
down on my back. He got on top of me, pushed my robe and nightie up to
my waist, and slid that marvelous cock straight in. I was really wet by
then, so it didn't hurt or anything. It was wonderful."
I couldn't hold back any longer; I pulled out my rock hard cock and
began to stroke it while she talked. Jill seemed not to notice as she
continued, "It seemed like Paul screwed me for hours, and I just kept
yelling and coming, yelling and coming, but it was only about half an
hour, I guess. Then he had his own climax, and we lay still together on
the floor. And then I felt his cock getting hard, and we started all
over again. That's the way we spent the whole morning, screwing. He
made me sit on top of him for a while, and sit on his lap, and he even
had me bend over and get it from behind, too. He left about noon, and I
was so exhausted and sore I just went to bed and slept."
She finally noticed what I was doing with my cock. A little smile came
over her face, and she said in a soft voice, "Maybe you'd like to watch
us next time? It'll probably be OK with Paul if you keep quiet and
don't make trouble." Even though I was ashamed of myself I agreed at
once, "Go up and see him; set it up for tomorrow morning." Jill went
upstairs without another word. When she came back she was flushed and
her robe hung open at the neck; one of her little boobs was almost out.
"Paul says he'll be down tomorrow morning and if you think you're up to
it you can watch him fuck my brains out."
The next morning, while we were still having our coffee in silence,
there was a knock at the door. Jill jumped up and opened it; Paul stood
there in a dark maroon robe. Jill stood aside and he walked in.
Ignoring me completely, he put his arm around Jill and pulled her to
him. He began to whisper to her, and his hand moved inside her
housecoat. As he fondled her breast she scrabbled in his robe and
extracted that amazing penis, which was already fully erect. She began
to stroke and caress it, and then got down on her knees and started
licking and sucking it. Paul shrugged out of his robe and then put his
hands on Jill's cheeks. He pulled her toward him to force that huge
cock deep into her mouth, making her gag and choke. He backed off a
little to give her air, and she reached up to hold his pendulous balls
lightly in her cupped palm.
While I watched my wife on her knees, naked, enthusiastically sucking
another man's cock, Paul turned to me and smiled; a self-satisfied
smile like a pampered cat. I had often asked Jill for oral sex, and she
had always refused me. He gently pulled free of Jill's eager mouth,
lifted her to her feet and walked her over to stand in front of me. He
finally spoke to me, "Pull your little cock out, lie down on your back,
and I'll make her suck it for you." I couldn't stop myself; I jumped
up, pulled down my pants and shorts and lay down on my back with my
stiff little cock sticking straight up. Paul just shook his head when
he saw it, and then he said, "OK, Jilly, on your knees; suck daddy's
little dick. I'll be right behind you with a big surprise, so keep that
ass up in the air."
Without a word Jill did exactly as she was told, and in a moment her
head was between my legs, my erect cock in her warm, wet mouth. As he
promised, Paul got on his knees just behind her, and holding her hips
with both hands he leaned forward to slide that long tube of flesh into
her from behind. A spasm passed through Jill as he penetrated her, and
I was afraid for a moment that she would lose control and bite me. It
didn't happen though, and for the next five or ten minutes Paul fucked
her slowly and rhythmically while she worked on my cock. It was the
most erotic, sexiest time I ever had, getting a blow job from my wife
while another man was fucking her from behind.
Six more months have passed since that morning, and Jill and I are
living in another city. I have a great job, and Jill does too. We still
talk about our time with Paul in her bed instead of me, and she freely
admits that she misses the intense satisfaction of Paul's big cock. We
bought a large vibrating dildo which we use as a substitute, but it's
not quite the same, either for her or for me.