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True Story that happened a year and a half ago.

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My wife Jan was hanging up the phone as I walked into the kitchen.

"Who was that hon?" I asked

"Sally next door. She was just asking us over for a few drinks, and a swim, if we want, this afternoon."

"Drinks sound good." I said. "I'll pass on the swim."

"I told her we'd drop by after lunch."

Sally and her husband Jim have been our neighbors ever since we moved in three years ago. They're our age, married longer than us and have three adorable kids, still in primary school and who we babysit now and then.

Jan and I are basically newly weds. We had just celebrated our fifth anniversary, were still working on our careers, and holding off on having kids for at least another year when it would be easier for Jan to quit work and become a stay-at-home-mom. That was the plan when we got married, but buying a house and other unforeseen debts and circumstances had put us behind in attaining our goals, and prevented us from starting a family. Jan wanted to start, but I was totally against it, knowing that we just could not afford to have a baby just now. But she couldn't see it, and our arguing was having a negative effect on the marriage.

Sally's invite was a god send really, since Jan had been pressing me again about getting her pregnant, and I thought that an afternoon with Sally and Jim would take her mind off the subject and give me a rest.

The afternoon was warm and sunny, and before we knew it we had put a serious dent in Jim's wine and beer supply. We were all feeling pretty good, but hungry, so I raided our freezer for steaks which we rapidly defrosted in the microwave, the girls made salads, and then Jim barbecued the meat and we dined like kings.

Following the meal, we replenished our drinks by raiding my stock of booze. We sat around the pool until dark, when it suddenly got too cool for tee shirts and shorts, so we moved into their house. Jim put some nice dance CDs on and we danced and continued to sip on the booze. A couple of hours later a very tipsy and drunk Sally slurred what we think was a "goodnight" and head for the bedroom. Since I didn't have a partner, I asked Jan if she was ready to go home, but she wanted to dance a couple of more songs. Finding it hard to stand up, I mumbled an "ok" and dropped into a over-stuffed chair and immediately passed out.

Something or some sound, dragged me back to consciousness and I tried to open my eyelids that seemed to weigh a hundred pounds each. After a few seconds, I realized that my eyes were opened, but that the lights had been turned off, and only a dim brightness from a table lamp beside me illuminated the room. Then I made out movement in front of me and I heard someone whispering.

"Don't. Bob will see you." my wife said softy.

"He's passed out." Jim whispered. "Don't worry."

Although my eyes weren't open much, I realized that they couldn't see that I was watching them because of the light that was coming from the lamp just behind my shoulder. But even so, I closed my eyelids to just a slit, so I could still watch them without them knowing.

They kissed as they slowly danced towards me, and then I could clearly see their mouths grappling against one another as their tongues dueled. When they broke, Jan made a quick look at me, but quickly turned away as Jim's hand slipped up under her blouse and grabbed her breast. She tried to pull his hand away, again looking guiltily at me, before telling him to "stop it."

Jim chucked softly, but kept his hand on her breast as they stopped dancing, standing almost in front of me. Jan stopped trying to pull his hand away, closing her eyes and moaning lightly as he continued to knead her breast.

"Feels good." she whispered and lifted her head. Jim leaned down a little and they kissed. Then he moved both hands to the front of her blouse and began to undo the buttons. Jan looked nervously over at me again, then back to watch Jim open her blouse, revealing her white bra, and then he cupped both breasts briefly before slipping his fingers under the bottom of the bra and pulling it up and over her breasts, exposing their perky, fullness. Jan reached behind her and undid the bra, and it fell to the floor. Jim leaned forward again, and I could see him licking the nipple of one breast while his hand squeezed the other. Jan moaned and placed her hand on his head.

I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife, freely letting our neighbor lick and suck her tits while they thought I was passed out. Dam, but I was as hot as they were, and I had a hard-on that was killing me, by being bent and restricted in my tight jockeys, and slouching position. I had to make up my mind as to what I was going to do. Get up and stop them - a situation I knew would be heated and where punches would be thrown, or I could just be quite, pretending to be unconscious and see just how far this would go. I quickly decided on the latter.

They were kissing again, and Jim was leading her slowly towards a large sofa that was at a right angle to my chair. Once there, he gently lowered Jan onto the sofa, and she looked over at me again, concerned that I would wake up. Jim saw her look, and chuckled softly adding, "Don't worry, he's out of it." He pushed her gently so that she was lying flat, then, with his face just inches away from hers, I heard him say softly, "Oh god, I've dreamt of this ever since I first saw you. I want to fuck you so bad."

"No, no Jim, we can't." Jan said as she tried to push him off of her. "I can't do that. Now stop."

Jim wasn't taking no for an answer and he continued to knead one of her breasts with his left hand while his right searched for the side zipper on her shorts. Jan tried to stop him, but he was too strong for her and more determined to get her pants down.

"Jim." she hissed. "Don't." She sounded angry, but her actions were suddenly less demanding than before, almost as if she wanted him to succeed in getting her shorts off.

I heard the soft sound of the zipper as he undid it, then moving both hands down to the tops of her shorts, he pulled her clothing down, stopping to hook his fingers in the tops of her skimpy bikini panties, then pulling both down past her knees to her ankles. Glancing swiftly across to me again, she lifter one leg so that Jim could slip the clothing over her foot then did the same for the other foot, and Jim dropped them to the floor. He quickly stood up, unzipped his own shorts and pulled them down, revealing a very stiff and large cock that stuck straight out, and bent slightly over his abdomen.

Jan moaned as she saw it, and as he quickly knelt beside the sofa, pulled her legs apart and stuck his head between her legs. Jan gasped as his lips and tongue flicked over her pussy lips, licking and sucking her fluids which were rapidly building and soaking her opening. She ached her back upwards, while her hands pushed his head down closer to her cunt. Her legs closed against Jim's head locking him in position, and the sounds of his sucking, and Jan's moaning broke the otherwise silence of the room.

This went on for at least a couple of minuets before Jan pulled his head away and said, "Oh god Jim, I want you in me now. Fuck me now. Stick that big cock in me and fuck me - NOW"

"You've wanted it as bad as I have all this time, haven't you?

"Oh yes, and I want it now. Put it in ...... pleaaassseee" she begged.

Jan had been rubbing his cock all over the outer part of her cunt, trying to get it in her crevice, but Jim had kept it at a safe distance, teasing her, making her wanting it more, now he moved in closer, letting her guide it to her opening, and once he felt it slide past her wet pussy lips and enter her channel, he pushed gently, moving his enlarged cock slowly through her tight passage. Jan had gasped at his thickness which, I have to admit, looked bigger than mine, but she wiggled her ass and moved her hips around to accommodate it and ease its penetration.

From my angle, I couldn't really determine whether or not he had gotten his entire length inside her, but they both stopped thrusting and moving, indicating that his cock was probably resting against her cervix. Jim leaned over her and their lips met. Jan wrapped her arms around his neck and they rested that way for a brief minute before Jim started to slowly move in and out.

Jan broke the kiss, looked again at me, then back to Jim and said softly, "You'll have to pull out before you cum." she whispered loud enough for me to hear her. "I don't have my diaphragm in. Have you got a condom?"

"Yea, but their up in the bedroom. I'm not going to quit now. I'll be careful and pull out in plenty of time for you to finish the job and let me come all over your tits."

"God Jim. I can't afford to get pregnant. Bob would know it wasn't his."

"Na babe. Just have him fuck you bareback in the morning, and if you do get pregnant, just blame him for not pulling out fast enough. Oh god, you so tight and feel so fucking good." he said and began to pump faster.

I watched in agony, not being able to free my bent, hard cock to relieve myself, as Jan locked her legs over Jim's back, and matched his thrusts. Even in the dimmed light I could see the hard nipples on her breasts as they bounced with each thrust of Jim's cock into her cunt. If wasn't long before I could tell that they were both nearing their climaxes. Jim's thrusts were shorter and harder, Jan had arched her back and help it there, allowing Jim to penetrate deeper. I could hear her whispering to Jim, reminding him to pull out,

He didn't answer, but instead lunged into her, pulled back and then lunged again. Jan, stifled a scream. Her legs fell from his back. Her eyes were wide in terror as she realized that Jim had pushed his cock so deep into her, that its head was imbedded in her cervix, and he was shooting his warm sperm straight into her uterus. "Oh FUCK !" she said aloud, throwing her arms and legs around Jim. "Yessss. Oh fuck. I can feel you filling me. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Jim kissed her, cutting off anymore comments from her.

Now that it was done, I realized that I had cum in my pants, most likely at the same time as they did.

I'd had enough. I stood and waited while a dizzy spell past, then walked the three steps to the side of the sofa. Jan's legs slipped off of Jim and I was now able to see that he had indeed got every inch of his cock into her. His thick, curly bush of crotch hair was pressed tight against Jan's lighter, close cut bush.

"Get off me." Jan said urgently and loudly.

I glanced away from their joining and saw that she was staring, wide-eyed, at me, and was desperately trying to push Jim off of her. He was hesitant to vacate his position, but saw her staring at something over his shoulder and suddenly realized either I or his wife was there. He pulled his softening cock from her pussy, releasing a flow of juices that ran quickly down the inside of her thigh and onto the sofa cushion. He was still on one knee, his other leg just touching the floor, when my fist hit him on the side of his head.

He fell back collapsing lightly against the back of the sofa, while Jan fought to get her legs untangled from his. Getting his balance again he straightened just as Jan, now free, turned on the seat to get out of the way, when my second jab caught him on the chin, throwing him backwards against the back of the sofa.

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH." he roared, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, and spitting more onto the broadloom. Jan was now standing at the end of the sofa, mouth open and a look of absolute terror on her face. Just as Jim pushed himself off of the sofa and pulled his arm and fist back to launch a solid hit to my face, my right arm was already cocked and I let a beauty fly that beat his punch and collided with his nose, sending him backwards once again, spraying blood over his bare chest and the sofa cushions. I waited for him to get up, but he just sat there, blood dripping onto his chest, a blank, defeated look on his face. I hadn't noticed, but a lamp on a table beside the sofa had fallen over sometime during the struggle and smashed. That and the sounds of the struggle must have woke Sally, who walked into the room just then.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked angrily, then saw her naked husband sprawled on the sofa, holding his broken nose. Her gaze shifted to my equally naked wife who had a terrified look on her face, and then she looked at me and added, "What the fuck have you done?"

Without answering, I bent down, retrieved Jan's discarded clothing and thrust them heavily against her chest. She brought her arm up to hold them, while I took her other arm and steered her towards the front door. "Ask your fucking husband." I said over my shoulder, and just as we were going out the door I added, "And don't bother to call us anymore to join you for drinks."

As we crossed the deserted, dark street Jan sobbed and kept saying she was sorry. I kept a firm grip on her arm and propelled her up the porch steps. I already had my key out to unlocked the door, swung it open and pushed her inside. She kept moving and sobbing towards the staircase, and as I turned the hall light on, I watched her climb the stairs and head towards our bedroom. I made sure the doors were all locked then went upstairs myself. Jan was already in the bathroom running the shower, so I undressed, used the toilet, turned the bedroom light off, then climbed into bed.

When Jan came out, she was still crying softly, and lay on her side of the bed. "I'm sorry Bob. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't ......."

"Jan." I interrupted. "I saw the whole thing. I wasn't asleep. I was awake all the time. You asked him to fuck you. You wanted him."

She didn't reply, but her body was racked by a new wave of crying. I wanted to turn over and hold her, comfort her, but I couldn't. Instead I left the bed and spent the rest of the night in the spare bedroom, which eventually became my nightly resting place.

Three weeks later Jan left me a note on the kitchen counter which I found while making my morning coffee. She was pregnant, and it was clear it wasn't mine, since we hadn't had sex since before that weekend.

I asked for a divorce. We sold the house, split the proceeds and went our separate ways. Nine months after that party, she had a baby girl. Sally and Jim separated for a couple of months but reconciled.

A friend informed me just the other day, that she had seen Jan, who was pregnant again, and walking with her was Jim.