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My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife
Posted a number of years ago by "Al the Penman"
For the past 18 months my wife has been .... well how can it be said
... a slut, a whore, a sexual pet, a toy, while they all apply, the best
way to say it is that my wife has been the sexual property of my next-door
neighbor for the last 18 months. The term "sex slave" is used a lot in
stories on the net, and, I think, means different things to different
people. In this case the term should be taken literally.
Shelly, my bride, my wife of 18 years, will , without hesitation, obey
my neighbor Dave. She'll do whatever he says .... anything, anytime,
anywhere, with whomever, however, and for as long as he tells her.
She looks, dresses, and uses her body as Dave prescribes. She'll drop
whatever she's doing if he calls. She'll break any plans we may have if he
wants her somewhere at some future time. How am I sure that she's given
herself to him so totally ? Because she's demonstrated it to Dave and,
yes, to me, time and time again.
I' getting ahead of myself. Let's lay a little groundwork. My name is
Alan, I'm 42 and a mid-level executive at a rather large mid-western
electronics company. I'm an average looking guy, about 5'10", 200 pounds,
a little thin on top and, while not in great shape, I can walk up a flight
of stairs without wheezing.
I guess I'm what most people would consider a "regular guy",
with a fairly conservative, suburban, mow-the-lawn on Saturday,
see-a-movie-on-Saturday-night life. At one time I thought of
myself as sexually adventurous, but in reality I consider eating
my wife's pussy living on the edge. In a nutshell I'm the kind
of guy you'd probably want for a neighbor (when you read the
rest of this story I'm 100 sure that you'd want to be my
My wife's name is Shelly, she's 40 years old, about 5'6" and
weighs in at about 130 pounds. Shelly is a relatively "average"
looking woman. She's got a pretty face although her nose is a
little on the pointy side and she has a few wrinkles around her
eyes ... fairly typical on a 40 year old woman. Her body is in
better than average condition. We never had kids (she couldn't)
so she's a little firmer than most women her age.
I won't lie to you, she doesn't have huge breasts that curve up towards
the sky .... Shelly's a 37B and her breasts do droop just a little,
although she does have rather large nipples and areolas.
She has a medium complexion .... she gets a little white in the winter,
but tans nicely in the summer. She has light brown hair that she wears in
a full style at a little more than shoulder length and she has blue eyes.
The blue eyes and brown hair make for an interesting combination that a
good many people seem tonotice.
Prior to her current situation, Shelly was, well,
lackluster in bed with me. She's always been on the shy side,
and her sexual nature wasn't any different. Despite her quiet
nature I had always thought that she was satisfied sexually ....
that she came to orgasm when we made love. I've since learned
that she faked orgasm with me on a regular basis ... she was a
My neighbor's name is Dave. We all live on a quiet street with little
traffic -- a nice suburban neighborhood. Our house is on the corner and
Dave's is right next door. Our house is a 10 year old, 2000 square foot
ranch. Dave's is similar, except
that he has a small in-ground pool, and a fence that encloses
his backyard. We don't have any neighbors to the rear -- our
side of the street backs up to a wooded area.
Dave is 27 years old, about 6 foot, 190 lbs. He's sandy haired, built
fairly well, and exercises to stay in shape. He's has a Ph.D.. in
history, and is an assistant professor at a major university -he teaches
European history. He's an interesting and friendly guy that everyone seems
Oh, and he has a thick nine inch cock that he uses to pound my wife
until she whimpers.
With that as background, here's how Chapter's 2 - 5 are laid out :
Chapter 2 - "My wife's day-to-day submission " ... What
happened last week .... a typical week in our
Chapter 3 - "The first 6 months" ... back in time ... the
changes in Shelly, ... what I saw and felt before
I knew what had really happened .. told from my
Chapter 4 - "The Capture" ... back in time , how Dave took
total control of Shelly's life -- as told from the
combined perspective of Dave and Shelly.
Chapter 5 - "Summer Vacation Plans" .... Dave's Summer plans
for Shelly (As a college professor he has most of the summer off and has
big plans for my wife's ass.)
Chapter 6 - "4 years later" Dave moves out of town and gives Shelly to a
Chapter 2 Part A "My wife's day-to-day submission "
What happened last week, a typical week in our lives
I think the best place to get this tale going is to describe
some of the events of the past week. In chapters 3 and 4 we'll
go back in time 12-18 months and cover the "funny" things I saw
happening before I found out the whole story, and we'll explore
just how an intelligent and mature 40 year old married woman
becomes a total whore to a 27 year old friend.
But first ..... last week, which was fairly typical of how
things are now. Monday morning was typical. The alarm went off and I
slammed the snooze button 4 times before finally dragging myself out of bed
-- it was 6:30. As I walked into the bathroom Shelly was still in the
shower. We have a clear glass door and I sat on the stool for a minute
watching her finish. She lathered her nearly bare pubic mound as she does
every Monday morning and gently stroked the razor until her cunt was as
smooth as a baby's butt.
Dave insisted that she shave smooth at lease once a week, and in between
for special occasions .... like a gang-bang with his buddies. She rinsed
and toweled off. I got a little peck on the cheek and a good morning as I
passed her, taking her place
in the warm and humid shower. My mind began to wander a bit as
I thought about our "situation" and all of it's ramifications
... involuntarily my seven inch solder began coming to attention. I
did my best to put the thoughts out of my mind because I knew that Dave
wouldn't let my wife fuck me again for at least a week ... He'd probably
give me some time on her after his friends were done with her Saturday
Dressed in a crisp blue suit and yellow tie I stopped by the
kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for the road. Shelly hadn't
come down yet .. she must have been in her dressing room ( Dave
had insisted that we remodel the spare bedroom into a giant
closet/dressing room for Shelly ... she now had a huge wardrobe
and way too many shoes to fit in our small closet). Just as I
was about to leave for work she strolled into the kitchen to say
good-bye and to wish me a good day.
My cock started to harden again. She had her pretty brown hair pulled
back into a pony tail, her make-up, as always was a little on the heavy
side, but expertly done, she wore a cute little white tennis skirt, a
halter top, pink ankle socks, and 4 inch white pumps. She smiled nervously
... even after a year of me knowing the score, she still gets a little
embarrassed when Dave has her dress up like this in front of me. By now it
was about 7:30 and I had to hit the road.
Shelly said that Dave had called her last night and told her to stop
over and wake him at 7:45 ... and that he wanted her dressed as a slutty
As I pulled out of the driveway I watched my wife, dressed like an 18
year old hooker, saunter next door. I say "saunter",
because that's the best way to describe what her ass looks like
as it moves from side to side perched on tall heels. I know
what'll happen when she gets there. She'll go to his bedroom,
look in and see him sleeping .... a warm smile will come to her
face, she'll feel her face flush and her newly shaved pussy will
begin to instinctively lubricate. Shelly will lick her lips
involuntarily and go to Dave .... she'll slowly peel back the
covers, trying not to wake him.
She'll kneel next to his bed
and gently slide her warm, wet tongue up and down the flaccid
shaft of his cock.
He'll stir a little ... as though in a wonderful dream.
As his prick hardens Shelly changes her well practiced technique from
slow licking to a gently sucking. The more aroused and harder he becomes,
the more my wife sucks.
After a few minutes there's no question that her master is awake and
enjoying his blowjob. He'll reach down and stroke her head ... she's his
pet -- he knows it, and she knows it.
If she's particularly good he may come in her mouth ... if he becomes a
little restless with the blowjob, he'll pull her head up, look my wife in
the eye, and tell her "mount".
"Mount" is one of many single word commands that Dave's taught her to
respond to. He'll lay on his back, prop a pillow under his head and close
his eyes. Without speaking she'll climb on top of him, pull the hem of her
little skirt up (revealing that she's sans panties) and lower her 40 year
old body onto his 27 year old cock.
She'll spread her legs as far apart as she can, and slowly, very slowly,
rock back and forth on Dave. After about 5 minutes of the slow, but steady
rocking motion my wife will be about ready to climb the wall with desire
for a hard and fast fuck, all the while staring at her lover's closed eyes,
waiting for the
The simple act of opening his eyes tells Shelly that the time has come.
She will untie the halter behind her neck and drop the ends uselessly at
her side. She'll dig her heels into the bed and begin a hard, fast, and
Dave's taught her to be free with her emotions and she'll moan
....she'll begin to talk, and as she approaches orgasm, she'll get to the
point where she's virtually ready to scream.
In a loud voice she'll ask if she can come, she'll profess her devotion
to his cock, she'll tell him she's his cunt, that's she'll do what ever he
tells her, that she only wants to please him ..... but could she please
The tempo of their coupling will increase .... Dave's body will tense,
he'll spasm and pump my pretty slut of a wife full of his load. When Dave
comes it's the signal to my girl that she can come as well.
She'll bump and grind and wail until she comes is a giant wave while
siding on Dave's 9 inch pole. They'll lay together for about 5 minutes
until they both regain some composure ... then She'll slide down his body
and take him into her warm and wet mouth, thoroughly sucking their combined
juices from his now
Tuesday was a calm day without incident ... it's fairly normal. Even a
27 year old in good shape doesn't have sex everyday ....even it he can take
it as he pleases from the neighbor lady at any time, 24 hours a day, 7 days
a week. Even though there are usually two or three days each week when
she's not performing, Shelly never knows when she'll be called, so she's
always ....and I mean ALWAYS, ready. When she's not given specific
instructions on what to wear Shelly uses her own best judgment.
She balances convenience, comfort, and what she knows gets Dave hot --
there are, however, a few basic rules. With the
exception of a few select outfits that require help in the
cleavage department she is always without a bra. When she's in
one of the "cleavage required" dresses she wears a low cut push
up "wonder bra". It works wonders ... my demure wife takes on a
whole new look ... and grabs her share of attention when she's
Tuesday she wore a cotton dark print mini-skirt that was a few inches
above her knee. Most of her skirts are shorter -- about mid-thigh -- but
today she needed to get groceries and run a few errands and the outfit she
wore was about as conservative as she has and can get away with around
In addition to the skirt she wore black thigh high stockings, the kind
that have enough elastic to hold themselves up without a garter belt, 3"
black suede heels with bows on the back, and a dark pullover.
As is almost always the case, she was braless -- her 37B's swinging
loosely under her blouse. The motion of her unfettered tits moving against
the fabric of her blouse helps keep her nipples hard and pointed and in an
aroused state. As always she was nicely made up, a just a little on the
heavy side of tasteful.
Wednesday looked like it was going to be a repeat of Tuesday
.... Shelly hadn't heard from him all day. We'd just slipped
into bed for the night when I heard footsteps downstairs.
"Shelly .... Shelly you little slut, get down here.", he yelled from
the living room. Shelly immediately snapped up and out of bed .... she
bolted into the bathroom to check her hair and make-up (yes, she's required
to wear make-up to bed ! ...
although no lip gloss as it stains the pillows).
Buck naked except for the little chain around her ankle with the
inscription "Dave's Whore", she slipped into a pair of pink
pumps that were beside the bed for just such an emergency. She
was out of the room without looking back ... I watched her as
she left, her round ass sliding from side to side as she walked
out. She looked so good ... I was so horny I felt like I was
going to blow at any minute.
I laid in bed for about 30 minutes listening to the action
going on in my living room. Most of what I heard was Shelly ...
her loud moaning and begging to come, and her final scream as
she came to a thundering orgasm.
A few minutes later I heard the click of high heeled pumps coming up the
oak staircase ....Shelly came in the room and turned on the light so I
could see her (Dave had told her to.) . She was sweating like a
thoroughbred after a race, her hair was limp and wet as it hung down,
virtually plastered to her ... her body seemed almost red she was so hot
and sweaty ... she looked exhausted ...her eyes looked tired ... she was
just plain worn out from wild fucking.
Just as I thought her little show was over she turned around and spread
her legs to about shoulder length and bent at the waist .. her red ass
facing me. As she reached back to pull the
cheeks of her ass apart I could see the come ... Dave's gooey
liquid oozing out of her little asshole and down the inside of
She turned out the light, crawled into bed, gave me
a kiss on the cheek and whispered "Dave says that if he thinks
you've whacked off this week that you'll get no pussy for the
rest of the month .... night honey."
Dave doesn't teach on Thursday afternoons, and if there isn't
anything going on at the university he frequently takes off. As
a result, my wife needs to be especially careful with her
schedule and when she leaves the house ... Thursday afternoons
have become a "blocked out" time for her ... she's always
Last Thursday was no exception. Dave called her at
about 9 that morning and told her he wanted her to join him and
his little brother for lunch. Dave's brother, Jeff, was a 18
year old freshman at the university where his brother taught.
Dave told Shelly that Jeff didn't "know" about her and that she should
wear a moderately conservative outfit ... something that wouldn't give
away her status as a slut, but something that gave enough of a hint at what
was below the surface to get Jeff's
attention, but just a little.
She chose a knee length denim dress that buttoned from the scooped
neckline all the way down the front to the hem. Normally when she wore the
dress she didn't wear a blouse under it, and she left a few buttons undone
at the top and several at the bottom -- the way she normally wore it she
looked a bit on the slutty side. But for her lunch with Dave and Jeff she
was buttoned up, she wore a cream colored blouse under the dress
(the dress was sleeveless and scoop necked ... it was really meant to
be worn with a top.)
She wore one of her "wonder bras" ... it made her look a little more
top heavy, a bit more provocative. She wore mid height, two and a half
inch pumps, sheer black stockings, and a little less makeup than usual.
Since my wife wasn't sure what was up she gave me a call at work and
told me that she was going out and didn't know when she'd be home. After
talking with her for a few minutes it was evident to me that she thought
that it was just going to be lunch ... that Dave didn't intend to share
his little prize with his little brother. She was going to play the part
of friendly neighbor who happened to run in to Dave at the restaurant. As
it turned out ... she couldn't have been more wrong.
As instructed, she arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes
before Dave & Jeff ... there was a 15 minute wait for a table,
so she was in the lobby area waiting when they came in. When
Dave saw her he grabbed his brother and pulled him over to meet
Shelly. He introduced her as Mrs. Anderson, his neighbor
He asked her if she was alone .... she told him she was, and he invited
her to have lunch with them. As far as his brother Jeff knew it was a
chance meeting .... an innocent meeting of neighbors in a public place.
They were seated , carried on a pleasant conversation, ordered a light
lunch and waited for it to come. Shelly excused herself and went to the
When she left, Dave asked his brother if he noticed the way she was
looking at them ....(she really wasn't doing anything funny , Shelly really
thought it was just going to be a relaxing lunch with the boys) Dave
planted the seed with Jeff . He told his brother that Shelly was coming
onto him with her eyes, that she had the body language of a mature woman
who wanted to get laid.
Jeff was skeptical, he told Dave that, while she was mighty fine looking
for an older woman , that he was dreaming if he thought she was coming onto
Dave accused Jeff of being blind to the signs, that she wanted it, and
in fact needed to be fucked.
Dave bet Jeff $100 against Jeff washing his car once a week for the next
two months that he could not only get her to spread her legs for him, that
within an hour he would have this housewife acting like a whore and make
her actually ask them both if they'd take her somewhere and fuck her.
Jeff laughed at the delusions of his brother and volunteered to wash his
car once a week all summer if he could pull thatoff !
When Shelly returned from the lady's room she could tell
that something was up .... she sensed a change in the mood at the
Dave began by talking to Shelly about her aerobics
class ... what she wore (spandex thong) ... he asked her if she
got much unwanted attention from men at the club because she
wore such a "brief" outfit ....
Shelly caught on quickly ... she could tell immediately where this was
leading, and knowing what Dave wanted, she played along. She said that no,
she didn't get any unwanted attention ... Jeff said, "but Mrs. Anderson,
I can't believe they wouldn't notice a woman as attractive as you in such
a, well, skimpy outfit."
Shelly responded, " I didn't say that they didn't notice ", she smiled
that warm sexy smile, "What I said was I didn't get any unwanted
With that Dave knew that she'd picked up on what was happening and what
he wanted her to do. He asked her "Shelly, if you don't mind my asking,
are you suggesting that you enjoy showing off a little for the guys at the
She looked down into her lap for a moment, then looked up at the men and
said, "Well, yes I suppose I do like being a bit of a tease. At my age you
begin to wonder if men still find you attractive."
Dave smiled at her , but said in a serious tone, "Shelly, if you like
showing off so much why are you covered up so much right now?
I think my brother and I would like you to go to the
lady's room again, and while you're there lose the blouse and
bra, and take of your pantyhose and stuff 'em in your purse.
Then come back and sit with us, I'm sure that we'd enjoy our
lunch a bit more with a better .... view."
Shelley's face reddened and she looked down ... she didn't say anything
for about a minute. The tension was thick. She finally looked up and
said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do everything you asked".
When Dave heard her say that, inside he became very angry and asked my
wife, in as calm a tone as possible, "and why not?"
Shelly sheepishly replied, "because I'm not wearing
pantyhose ... I'm wearing stockings and a lace garter belt ...
I'm sorry, but I don't have pantyhose to remove."
There was a pause ... my wife stood up .... looked both men in the eye
and said, " I'll be right back, I need to use the lady's room" .
As he watched Shelly walk away, Jeff could hardly contain his
"Dave, did you hear that?. Did you see that? My god Dave, she's going
to do it, the bitch is going to do it, I can't believe it. Damn, I thought
all those letters to Penthouse were made up ....". He muttered again, "I
can't believe it, I can't fucking believe it, I just can't fucking believe
Dave, smiled to himself .... this was going exactly as he'd hoped ....
Jeff had bought the charade lock-stock-and barrel. Dave told Jeff to
follow his lead ...that if they played their cards right that they'd make
this 40 year old housewife their whore for the afternoon.
Jeff joked that it'd be great to send her home to her husband with a
cunt full of hot cum .... "her husband would blow his mind if he knew what
a hot slut his wife is". (How little he knew ... I know exactly what kind
of a submissive pet she is).
At almost the same time they saw her. She seemed to float
across the floor towards there table. Jeff could see in an
instant that she'd removed the blouse and bra. The tits that
stood out from her chest in the "wonder" bra now sagged a bit
and swayed beneath the top of Shelly's denim dress.
Her face was flushed and hot. The humiliation was a rush for her,
particularly since Jeff was oblivious to her status with Dave. She sat
down ... her food had been delivered in her absence and she stared blankly
at her plate.
Dave could tell that she'd done a little more than she'd been asked.
She couldn't help anticipating what Dave wanted .... she's attended to him
so much that it was second nature to her. Dave could tell that Shelly had
freshened her make-up, particularly her lips, which were a glossy, but dark
red. Her foundation, and eye make-up was also a bit heavier .... she
always knows how to please and excite men.
Dave spoke first, "Mrs. Anderson" .... he called her Mrs.
Anderson to heighten the naughtiness, the illegitimacy, the
slutishness of the situation, "Am I mistaken, or have you done
something with your make-up ?"
Shelly replied, "well, uh, well ... yes, I freshened my make-up."
"Looks to me like you put it on a little thick ... did you do that for
our benefit ? What are you trying to do, get my dick hard. Are you coming
on to us ..... Mrs. Anderson, (he looked into her eyes) are you trying to
look like a slut for us ?", he said as he looked directly at her glossy red
Shell thought for a minute ... deciding how to respond, then simply
"I thought so ... let's eat our lunch .... Dave then looked over to
Jeff and said, eat up little brother, I think that you'll need all your
strength for the afternoon."
They laughed, except for my wife, that is. She took him seriously.
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife Part 2
The waiter had previously left the check, and had returned to collect
the money. As he was picking it up he noticed Shelley's deeply unbuttoned
top, and the expanse of tit she was showing. He was a bit flustered and
red faced. Dave was amused and decided to push it a little more.
In a low voice, so only the waiter, Shelly and Jeff could hear, Dave
said, "We enjoyed our lunch very much and you gave us excellent service ...
how about instead of the customary 15% tip, I give you a look at this
lovely lady's chest .... completely uncovered, right here, right now, for
The poor boy was beside himself, and couldn't seem to speak, so he
Dave looked at Shelly and said just loud enough for them to hear, "Mrs.
Anderson, please pull the sides of your top apart and hold them open for
Shelly's shaking hands reluctantly moved to the denim fabric and in a
slow motion pulled the fabric open, exposing her breasts to Dave, Jeff, the
waiter, and several other diners who noticed what was happening.
Dave then had Shelly look the waiter in the eye and tell him that she
enjoyed the meal and hope he'd enjoying his tip. Dave counted slowly to 5
and had her pull the top closed. When Dave said it was time to leave
Shelly became nervous again ... she knew that, as they walked out, that
anyone looking would get a clear view of her legs and swinging breasts.
As she walked, her knee length dress opened to nearly her crotch showing
the world that she was wearing sheer stockings and a black garter belt.
Her top was very loose, as it was undone to about 6 inches below nipple
level, and her bobbing tits, including her dark nipples, swung in and out
Several patrons noticed and stared as she walked by, and by the time
they hit the front door the restaurant was so quiet you could hear a pin
They went to Dave's car, leaving Shelly's in the lot. Dave had Shelly
sit between he and Jeff in the front seat. There was no graceful way for
my wife to keep her dress together as they got in, or after she was settled
in, so she just gave in to it. Her dress was split wide open at the top
and bottom. Her sexy sheer black stockings with the 3 inch lace tops were
in perfect view for Jeff and Dave, as was the creamy skin above her
With her top open, Jeff couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. He was so
hot he was about ready to explode.
As they began driving, Dave told Jeff to check and see if their little
whore was wearing any panties.
Jeff pulled back her dress a little further and snuck a look up her
Dave said, "No, no, no, not that way .... use your fingers. I want you
to see if she's as hot and wet as I think she is.
Still unsure of himself, Jeff laid his hand on my wife's knee and
slowly, tentatively moved it up her leg.
Shelly was in a slutty daze and stared blankly at the young hand making
it's way up her stocking covered leg to her creamy slit. Jeff stopped to
caress the sensitive skin above her stocking tops, gaining confidence with
every inch. Jeff's fingers reached their destination, "She doesn't have
any on, she's wet and sticky, and, if you can believe it, she shaves her
With that Shelly said, "I took them off in the lady's room, I thought
you'd want me bare down there, and yes sir, I do shave, in fact, I shaved
smooth this morning."
Jeff asked where they were going...a motel perhaps? "Hey Jeff, wouldn't
it be a kick if we took her to her own house and fucked her in her own
bed", Dave said.
Jeff replied, "But what if her husband comes home ?" "Well, I guess
he'll need to get in line if he wants some pussy too !" , he cracked.
Dave and Jeff had a good laugh.
It was about 2 PM when they pulled in the driveway. Dave had sense
enough to raise the garage door from the car and enter the house from the
garage. He had fun exposing my Shelly in the city, where there's a low
likelyhood they'd be recognized, but near home he's cautious ... he wants
to preserve his situation, and having the rest of our neighbors and friends
find out that my wife is his whore would blow the whole thing.
They followed Shelly into the house, watching her sexy ass sway before
their eyes. They walked into the living room and Dave and Jeff plopped
down in comfy chairs.
Just as my wife was getting ready to sit Dave said, "Mrs. Anderson, you
have a lovely home, and I'm quite sure you have a lovely body as well.
Lossen the belt and pop those last few buttons so we can judge for
Shelly undid the belt and dropped it to the floor. She slowly released
each of the remaining four buttons until the dress hung from her shoulders,
open about 12" all the way from top to bottom. Shelly's slightly sagging
breasts and shaved pubic area were on display and open for business.
She shrugged the dress from her shoulders and stood, wearing only her
garter belt, stockings, and heels.
"Shelly, I think a slutty housewife like you should be on her knees with
a cock in her mouth, don't you ? You better start with my little brother,
he's about ready to spurt anyway. I'm sure watching you give me a blowjob
would put him over the edge, so go ahead, do him first. "
With that, my wife walked to Jeff, who was 22 years her junior, her
beautiful tits bouncing and swaying back and forth as she walked. She
stopped in front of him, slid to her knees and said, " Jeff, honey, can I
relieve the pressure on you balls for you? Would you like me to suck your
cock until you come down my throat."
Jeff was speechless, and all he could do was nod.
Shelly took his rigid 7 inches into her warm mouth. She swirled her
expert tongue around the head of his prick before slowly, but steadily
sinking it down into her throat. She's an expert cocksucker and can deep
throat a 10 incher with ease (she's practiced on enough of them).
Jeff couldn't believe it ... it made him unbelievably excited to see
this 40 year old married slut with a bit of gray in her hair (he could see
a little gray as her head bobbed in front of him), virtually naked in front
of him with his cock buried in her throat. Within 30 seconds of putting it
in her mouth and down her throat he shot his load.
She's been taught to pull back and let the man shoot into her mouth so
he can see how eager she is to take it, but in this case there was no time.
He truly surprised her with how quick he came.
"Well Jeff, I guess you were well primed ... I'm sorry you came so
quickly and didn't have time to enjoy it more. But I'm sure that I can
coax a cock as young as yours back to full strength in a few minutes."
Saying that, she turned to her master, Dave. "May I please suck you,
Dave?", she siad in a husky, sex filled tone.
"Surely my pet", he said as my wife of 18 years fished his prick from
his pants and began what would be a frenzied 10 minute blowjob.
Shelly licked his prick, she swirled her tongue around its crown, she
took each of his big balls into her mouth and gently sucked, she slobbered
up and down his shaft making it wet and gooey with her saliva, she began a
firm and steady up and down motion with her head, bobbing up and down on
his cock. She caressed his balls with her hands as she worshipped his cock
with her mouth.
She gave him a truly slutty cocksucking. Finally, after about 10
minutes, with Dave nearing his breaking point, she shoved her head down on
his prick, lodging it in her throat, and began the final strokes of a fine
Finally, on the 9th stroke of the cock imbedded in her throat she felt
Dave pull up on her hair, his signal that the hot liquid was leaving his
balls and on it's way home. She pulled her head up so the tip was still in
her mouth and sucked.
She sucked the tip of his cock like a straw until he came in big white
spurts in her waiting mouth.
Jeff watched, amazed, as her mouth and throat muscles swallowed his big
As Dave sat back with a big sigh he looked over and saw his little
brother, his cock in hand, slowly jacking it .... watching Shelly. Then
he looked down at my wife, a little of his cum stuck to her cheek and a
shiny patch of sticky pussy
juice on the puffy lips of her bald cunt. She was ready to be fucked.
She needed it and Jeff needed it. Dave didn't need to say a word --
Shelly, still on her knees, backed up a little until her ass was about a
foot from Jeff's chair. She bent over and put her elbows and forearms on
the floor, lowered her head, arched her ass up a little and slightly spread
her legs. She was quite a sight.
She patiently waited until Jeff slid off his chair and nuzzled his cock
up into the opening between her legs. Jeff began sliding his prick up and
down the slippery opening, lubricating his cock with her juices until, all
of the sudden Shelly couldn't wait any longer. With her greedy cunt in
need, she quickly pushed herself back and onto his young cock.
They both let out a gasp of surprise ... Jeff at the suddenness of her
move, my wife at the feel of his big cock in her little snatch. The boy
seemed to snap, and really began to pump her in earnest, with quick, deep
My girl loved it and moaned loudly as she was fiercely pounded by her
young stud from the rear. She was glad she'd blown him earlier ... he was
able to make it last a little longer this time.
After about 5 minutes it was obvious to Dave that his little brother was
about to blow his load for the second time in a half an hour.
"Jeff .... Jeff ..... JEFF !", Dave called, breaking is brother's
concentration just as he was approaching the home stretch. "I think the
little slut has another hole that you haven't been in. You may want to
sample her ass before you come."
He liked the idea and started to pull out of Shelly's pussy, but he was
too far gone, as he was maneuvering his dick towards her tight pink rosebud
the thought of what he was about to do was too much for him and he shot his
sticky cum all over my wife's ass -- a huge load considering he'd come down
her throat within the hour.
Dave chuckled and told him that if he could get it up a third time that
he was free to use "door number three" as he put it.
By this time Dave was ready for a ride as well. He sat back on the
sofa, his cock like a 9 inch rocket pointing to the sky. He had Shelly get
up and turn around so she was facing away from him and towards Jeff's
He has her sit down on his cock and begin a slow fuck. He told her to
reach back and coat her fingers with the juice that Jeff's shot all over
her ass and to use it as a lubricant while she played with her pussy ...
all the while looking Jeff directly in the eye. Dave told her to tell Jeff
the truth about their relationship and how she was used.
She was really getting off on the humiliation of telling this boy about
her role as Dave's sex pet -- she was really turned on and vigorously
rubbed her hairless pussy.
Dave told her that as soon as she got him to blow his cum into her tight
cunt that she was free to cum herself.
Jeff watched in amazement as Shelly, my previously demure wife, went
wild on his prick, whipping her ass like a sling ... up and forward , back
and down -- over and over, fucking her master like a machine .... feeling
him build toward the climax that would be her trigger, her approval to cum.
She let out a scream as she felt the first jet of Dave's gooey cum
splash into her snatch. She picked up the pace of her sticky fingers until
she tensed and came in a big wave ...
Dave could feel the convulsions deep in her pussy for a full two minutes
after she began to come.
As she came down from her sex high she slid off Dave's prick onto the
floor, collected her breath, turned around and slowly and thankfully licked
clean the prick that had given her so much pleasure.
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife Part 3
CHAPTER 3 - IN THE BEGINNING
(Sub-title - The Taking of Shelly)
It started about a year and a half ago. Dave moved into the house next
door. He was a friendly guy, 26 years old and very good looking. He'd
just received his Ph.D.. in History and had accepted a teaching position
at the local State University. Shelly & I were both intrigued with him
from the start .... he was a pleasant enough guy, intelligent and very
well respected in his field, despite his age. He wasn't married, and from
what we could tell, he didn't have a steady girlfriend, in fact, we never
saw any women at is house. For a while we wondered if he might be gay.
In retrospect, nothing could have been further from the truth.
The remainder of this chapter will be alternatively told by Shelly and
Dave. They'll give you a little insight into what was happening ....
behind my back, that is.
"THE BEGINNING" AS TOLD BY SHELLY ANDERSON
Hi, my name is Shelly .... Shelly Anderson. Both Dave and Al usually
call me Shell..... and Dave frequently calls me slut, whore, or cunt just
to show who's in charge. I'm 41 years old (about 40 when this all
started), I'm 5'6", I weighs in at about 130 pounds, and I think I'm
average looking -- whatever "average" is.
When this all started I was in pretty good shape for a 40 year old. I
never had kids (I can't) so I'm a little firmer than most women my age.
Over the last year I've gotten into even better shape .... Dave insists
that I work out at the health club 5 times a week to keep in shape and
improve my stamina and flexibility.
I'm a pretty normal sized 37B and my breasts do droop just a little, and
I have rather large nipples and areolas. Without getting too far ahead of
my self I will tell you that Dave, the young man who controls me sexually,
is considering having me go through a breast augmentation .... he'd like
me to be more on the order of a 40C or D.
I have light brown hair that used to be about shoulder length, but today
it reaches midway down my back when it's straight, but not quite so far
when it's made up and teased .... Dave usually likes to see me with "big
Before I came to know Dave I led a split personality of sorts ... that
is, I had a pretty routine and unimaginative (read into that, unfullfiling)
sexlife with my husband, but had a wild and kinky secret fantasy life and
masturbated daily. O.K., on some days several times !
While I had all kinds of wild fantasies .... everything from biker
gangbangs, to being a high-priced call girl, to being in a harem, I'd never
considered at any time actually doing any of it or cheating on my husband.
It was just something I did in my mind to get off.
Dave changed all that. I can clearly remember the day it all started
for me. It was about a week after he moved in ...... Al had left for work
and I was in my bedroom getting ready to slip out of my flannel PJ's and
get dressed, when I glanced out the window and ..... BOOM ! There he was.
He has a pool in his backyard .... I watched him lift himself out of
the pool and walk towards the diving board for another dip. He was an
absolute hunk .... with a hard, tan body, and little speedo's that hid
very little. His chest was large with just a little hair, his stomach was
firm and slightly rippled with muscle, and the pouch of his suit was packed
with young cock. I know what they say about a cock when it's cold and wet
.... and I thought to myself, if it's that big cold, well ... I shivered
at the thought of what it's engorged size must be.
I stood by the window for another 20 minutes ... I couldn't move, turn
away, or close my eyes ... in fact I didn't even want to blink ! After I
was about 10 minutes into watching Dave I suddenly realized that I had my
right hand in my panties and was slowly rubbing my clit. My face flushed
red and I instinctively looked around the bedroom just to make sure no one
saw my lewd behavior.
Silly, silly, silly ! I knew I was alone, but felt like a schoolgirl
caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Embarrassed or not, I continued
the slow circular motion on my clit as I watched my young neighbor around
the pool. My pussy was hot, wet, and open. I slid my long index finger in
the slippery opening while I rubbed the hard little clit with my thumb...
all the while spinning a wild fantasy about Dave.
As in all my fantasies, it had a heavy dose of dominance and submission.
As Dave started toweling off I knew the show was about over and started to
fuck my fingers in and out and around my cunt at a feverish pace ....
determined to cum before my fantasy lover was out of sight. It happened as
I watched that tight ass walking towards his back door ... I felt the warm
tingly sensations start, the first spasm rocked my body and my wet cunt
squeezed and convulsed on my fingers as they continued their in-and-out
path. My knees grew weak and I actually lost my balance and fell to the
As I lay there catching my breath from what was the most intense orgasm
of my life, I remember the hypothetical thought that drifted through my
clouded mind .... If I was ever going to live a fantasy I'd sure want it
to be with him ! I didn't really have any intention of doing anything, it
was just a random .... hypothetical thought.
That day began about two months of almost constant fantasizing about
Dave .... during the day, getting groceries, having dinner, talking with
Al, and especially when Al and I made love. I was a bit more "active" than
usual when I fucked Al because in my mind I was being ravaged by Dave. Al
noticed I was a little more "lively", and seemed to like it.
As the weeks passed I got kinkier and kinkier with my fantasies and
masturbation sessions ... it got to the point that one hot Saturday
afternoon while Al was watching TV in the family room, I stood in the
kitchen wearing thin lycra running shorts and a T-shirt, and slowly humped
my pussy against the corner of our kitchen table while watching Dave out
Just as I was about to cum, I heard Al get up and start walking towards
the kitchen ... my pussy yelled, " the hell with it, let's CUM !", while
my logic said, "Al won't understand ... STOP !" ..... my mind won, and
while extremely frustrated, I backed from the table and tried to look
casual as Al strolled in.
Al needed to make a run into town to the hardware store .... said he'd
be back in an hour or so.
Boy was I relieved ... I'd have plenty of time to get into a wild
fantasy about Dave and really enjoy a long hot finger fuck, and if I was
lucky, I'd still be able to spy on the object of my lust, Dave.
Not 60 seconds after watching our car drive away I was back in the
kitchen looking out the window for Dave .... he was gone.... Damn! Even
though he'd gone in his house, I was still determined to enjoy myself and
slid my shorts and panties down to my knees and sat back in a kitchen chair
with my legs parted. As my fingers found my hot spot and started a slow
finger fuck I closed my eyes and started to drift into another world .... a
world where I was Dave's whore, where he'd make me do all sorts of nasty
things, where I could be the slut I'd always fantasized about. I started
talking, not loud, but still very audible ... I was carrying out a dialog
with Dave in my fantasy, and it made it seem alot more real when I spoke
outloud ... in fact, it made me really hot.
Talking outloud is not something I do very often when I masturbate ....
it's kind of embarrassing and I have to be extra hot and horny .... and
really into the fantasy to do it. Today was one of those days. The more I
talked, the more aggressively I rubbed my slimy cunt, the hotter I got, the
more, and louder I talked.
I must have really been into it because I was speaking at a full
conversational volume .... loud enough for someone in the next room to
hear -- luckily I was alone. "Yes Dave, yes sir, yes master my pussy is
yours", I said as I rubbed my cunt. "Yes master, whatever you say ....
you want my ass ... yes sir, I'm wiggling it for them .... Oh, please ...
Dave, I mean master, please let me suck your cock while he fucks my ass
..... oh, thank you sir I'll be a good cocksucker, I promise", I said ,
really getting into the D/S fantasy. I was building to a great climax ....
and my fantasy got really kinky, "No master, I don't care if my husband
minds, he doesn't fuck me like you do .... O.K., yes sir, no I won't fuck
him again until you give your permission, oh, yes master, I'm your slutty
pet". Then it happened, my orgasm hit with a jolt and I squeezed my legs
together, imagining Dave's cock pistoning in and out of my slutty hole,
driving me over the edge. As I started to catch my breath and come down to
Earth I heard a little noise and quickly opened my eyes. They bright
afternoon light overwhelmed me and I squinted, looking for the source of
I could have died ... here I was, panties down, 3 fingers in my pussy,
spread out on a kitchen chair moaning about having my neighbor ravish my
body .... and there he was.
Dave had watched and heard the entire show from the screen door leading
to the deck. He'd come to borrow a flashlight, and got more than he
bargained for. He looked directly into my eyes without expression for
about 30 seconds. I couldn't seem to move .... I couldn't talk, I was
truly stunned. He turned and walked away without uttering a word.
The whole scene was just so unreal .... I sat for another couple of
minutes letting what'd happened sink in. At that point you'd think I'd
have composed myself, pulled up my panties and figured out a story to get
me out of an embarrassing situation with Dave ..... but noooooo, my
traitorous little slit was calling .... my shame really turned me on.
I started in on my poor pussy one more time .... less than 3 minutes
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife Part 3 - Bull's perspective
THE CAPTURE OF SHELLY AS TOLD BY DAVE
My name is Dave. To protect our privacy let's skip my last name. I'm
the next-door neighbor of the Anderson's. I'm 27 now, and had just turned
26 when this all began. I'm a shade over 6 foot and weigh 190 lbs. I'm in
good shape, and exercise several times a week. I'm an Assistant Professor
of European History at a large university in town ...
I've done a fair amount of writing in my field despite my age .... and
I have two passions in life, one is Medieval European History, and the
other is keeping an attractive older woman as a sexual toy.
When I first met Shelly and Al it was about a year and a half ago. From
the moment I laid eyes on Shelly I wanted her .... I knew I'd have her, I
just needed a little time to figure out how to make it happen.
Taking control of Shell was actually a whole lot easier that I'd
expected. Before I get into how I took Shell, let me give you a little
I've been interested in D/S and sexual control since my very first
sexual relationship..... It was 9 years ago in January and I'd just turned
18. I was a highschool senior when I became involved with a woman 14 years
my senior. I was working at the local outlet of a large national retail
chain .... again, for sake of privacy, let's call the store "Hardware
World". The woman's name was Sandy. She wasn't exactly a beauty, but then
again when we became "involved" it was quite by accident.
Sandy had been separated from her husband for about 6 months and they
were talking divorce. In addition to working at the Store in the credit
department she began selling cosmetics door-to-door to supplement her
income. I was always a pretty easygoing guy and always provided an outlet
for Sandy when she needed to talk about her problems .... it got old after
a while, but she was going through a tough time and the least I could do
was be a good listener. My mother's Birthday was about a month away and I
decided to kill two birds with one stone ... help Sandy out and get a gift
for my mom. I placed an order for about $50 worth of perfume and such from
Sandy. One day about two weeks later Sandy told me that the order was in
and asked me to stop by her apartment on my way home to pick it up. At
about five her day was over and she went home. I got off at 9, and by
about 9:15 I was ringing her doorbell. When she opened the door I was a
little surprised .... she'd showered, put on fresh make-up and perfume,
and was dressed very well -- not "dressed-up", but well put together. It
wasn't what I'd call an overly sexy outfit, but it was very feminine.
She wore a pink button up top ( I could see a hint of frilly lace bra
underneath), cream colored slacks, and sandals. She smiled warmly and
invited me in. After a few glasses of wine and a couple hours of pleasant
conversation I figured it was time to make an exit and mentioned that I'd
better get going. Sandy slipped into her bedroom to get my order ....
when she came out her expression was subtly different .... she was
obviously a little nervous. She handed me the package and we made our way
towards the door.
Just as I was about to leave, she leaned over and gave me a very warm
and slow kiss on the cheek .... and thanked me for being so good to her
and listening when she needed to talk. I told her she was a very nice
person and that I was happy that I'd helped her. With that she gave me a
nice hug and another kiss.
This time in the lips. Being 18 and perpetually horny, my cock sprang
to life. She wasn't really very attractive, but she had pretty legs and
large breasts that were pushing against my chest. As she continued to hug
me the hardness of my prick became obvious and she began to kiss me again,
more passionately, with her hot tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I
was losing control, her tongue was wet and warm as she slipped it into my
ear and slowly licked my neck.
It'd been over 9 months since this passionate lady had been fucked, and
I was a virgin -- in other words, there was no stopping. The next thing I
know she's unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her bra .... when I saw
her magnificent tits I lost my first load of the night in my shorts. My
cock softened for about 30 seconds, until her slacks hit the floor and she
stood before me in little lacy panties, pink with a white bow in front.
She slid to the floor, shimmied out of her panties and said the only
words that we'd exchange for the rest of the evening, "Fuck me please, I
need your young cock inside me .... NOW!" And so began my first fuck.
Sandy was a very passionate and sexual woman. The people we worked with
would never have believed the "real" Sandy. For the next two months we
carried on a torrid affair .... I was at her apartment on average, 5
nights a week.
She was fantastic in bed, she was energetic, limber, vocal, and very,
very wet all the time. If she'd been better looking I'm sure what happened
next would never have occurred, and my interest in dominance, wpuldn't have
sparked and grown.
Remember, I was still in highschool .... and my affair with Sandy gave
me a tremendous amount of self confidence and experience, and it showed.
At school I was beaming, I was like a different person. Some of the girls
seemed to notice, and I became involved with a 17 year old Junior, Sue.
Sue was perky, petite, had an average body, but an absolutely beautiful
face and long silky black hair. I fell for her in a big way. For the
first few weeks I kept it from Sandy. Sue was, despite her great looks and
pleasant personality, a virgin who I learned intended to stay that way for
a while. So I kept banging Sandy, but dated Sue. After a few weeks I knew
I was going to have to end it with Sandy .... there was no future in the
relationship, I wasn't interested in being with her in public, and I
figured that sex wise, I'd be in Sue's panties within a few months.
On a Friday night I stopped by to see Sandy ... She was waiting for me
at the door in her fuzzy robe. As soon as the door clicked shut she
dropped it to the floor and stood before me, naked and ready for my cock.
She must have been thinking about a hard fuck all afternoon because I could
see her slick juices matted around her mound and beginning to ooze from her
slit. While my cock sprang to attention, I was able to maintain control.
She could tell by my facial expression that something was up. I told her,
as easily as I could, that our sexual affair was over, that I'd become
involved with a girl my own age. She was devastated and became angry.
Sandy leaned over, her big jugs dangling invitingly before me and
snatched up and put on her fuzzy robe. Tears ran down her cheeks and she
told me to leave. As I stood outside her apartment door I was angry with
myself for letting it go so badly, but at least it was done .... Sandy
could go her own way, and me mine.
Later that night Sandy called me at home and apologized for throwing me
out and told me that she wanted to work it out, find some sort of solution.
I told her that we were through and that she just needed to get over it,
and then I just hung up on her.
She called me each day for the next week, twice a day at the end of the
week, pleading with me to reconsider, to find some middle ground. Each
time I refused, despite my growing sexual hunger. I had been without a
fuck myself for about 10 days.
Finally about two weeks after the break Sandy called me, she was very
calm and collected, said that she understood my position, and that she
wouldn't bother me any more. She also asked me to stop by and pick up some
personal items of mine that were at her apartment. She seemed over it and
calm, so I agreed ... in fact I told her that I'd stop by the next
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife Part 3 - more from the bull
I was a little nervous when I knocked on her door, still a little afraid
of a confrontation. Sandy opened the door and let me in. The apartment
was spotless and smelled wonderful, a musky scent in the air. Sandy
looked, well frankly, pretty good for her even though she was wearing her
infamous fuzzy robe. Her body's not too bad, it's her face and hair that
are usually a bit "mousy".
Tonight though she wasn't bad. She had gotten her hair done and it was
obvious that she was wearing alot more makeup than usual. In fact, with
the make up and hairdo, she was alot more attractive. She smile and asked
me in. She brought me a glass of wine and asked me to have a final drink
with her ... sensing that she hadn't really changed, and that this was a
"trap", I got up and started for the door.
She started to whimper and said, "Dave ..... Dave, please wait." I
turned and gave her as tough a look as I could muster. She said, "Dave,
I'm sorry, I know I'm driving you crazy, it's just that ... well, .... I
miss the sex. I really need your cock. It's not that I just want a fuck
now and then, I really need you .... I think I'm addicted to your cock,
well, at least that's how it feels."
I was taken aback by her frank confession. While I was intrigued with
the possibilities, I knew I'd just be asking for trouble, so I just turned
back towards the door, ready to walk out of her life forever.
"Dave !, please", she called. As I turned around, ready to tell her to
fuck off and leave me alone, she cast her eyes to the ground, loosened the
belt of her robe, and let it drop to the floor. She stood before me in a
stunning little slut outfit. She wore a matching set of lingerie ... a
half bra that pushed her ample tits up as if on a shelf, but that left her
big nipples uncovered and available, black thong panties, a delicate black
garterbelt, sheer black stockings with wide lacy tops, and strappy black
"fuck me" pumps with 4" heels.
I was speechless. I'd been fucking her for 2 months and had seen her
naked countless times, but never like this. She had never "dressed to
please", in fact I suggested once that she wear a little teddy and she
about had a fit, so I dropped the subject.
Her head still down, she said," Dave, I'm begging. I'll do anything you
want, any time you want, I'll dress however you like, and you can have me
in any way that pleases you ......". She choked back a little sob and
continued, "and, well ... if you still want to date girls your own age,
it's your decision. I won't try to be your girlfriend, I just want you to
fuck me, and fuck me regularly. I'm willing to do anything you want if I
can just have that from you."
I was truly stunned and didn't really know what to say. I just looked
at her for a full two minutes trying to figure out what to do. She started
to squirm a little ... wanting me to react.
I found her submission to be a huge rush, and finally said, "O.K. you
slut, I'll give you what you want, but it'll be on my terms."
I walked over to her, reached down and roughly grabbed her slutty mound.
As I held her pussy tightly in my hand and felt the stick juice flowing
from it, I said to her in a low voice, "From now on this pussy is mine, not
yours, and I'll do with it what I please, " grabbing her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger and pinching down, she winced as I said, "These big
cow tits are mine, and I'll do what I please with them, in fact, this
entire slut body of yours is mine to do with as I please .....agreed ?" She
didn't answer, so I pinched her big nipples harder and said, "AGREED?"
"Yes ..... yeeeesssss, I agree", she whimpered.
I walked behind her and reached to her front, mauling her jugs and
sloppy cunt until her breathing was heavy and her skin glowed red, flushed
with the rush of sexual stimulation to the brink of release. I moved my
mouth to her ear and began talking to her while at the same time finger
fucking her hot hole.
"Sandy, you've always wanted to be a slut haven't you ... I'm going to
put you through the paces, you'll do things that you've never had the guts
to even fantasize about .... you'll be the cheap whore that you've always
wanted to be. Who knows, maybe I'll rent you out to the basketball team,
they're always looking for cheap pussy."
She couldn't take it any longer, the humiliation was too much for her
and her squishy pussy convulsed on my fingers, squeezing like a vise as it
Abruptly I let go of Sandy and she lowered herself to one knee, catching
her breath .... "That was so good! You're right, I love the thought of
being your slut. I've fantasized about it, I need it, and I promise you,
I'll be a good whore."
To make a point, I turned and walked to the door, turned back and said,
"I'll be here tomorrow night at eight ... be ready for me. And don't be
wearing any of the dainty virgin clothes like you have on now .... I want
you to look like the slut you are. Wear more makeup as well. If you're
going to be a slut, you better look like one."
I left her sitting kneeling on the floor, watching me leave ... I'm
sure she was trying to figure out how she could possibly look sluttier than
she did at that moment. Needless to say, when I showed up the next day,
she had outdone herself .... and over the next 6 months my use of her and
her acceptance of my dominance grew.
She was a superb slut, who reveled in submission and humiliation. When
I left for college that fall I gave her to a friend a couple years younger
... it satisfied her need for raunchy, humiliating sex and it got me out
of her life without a scene.
I've had several unfulfilling relation ships with women my own age over
the last 7 years, but none satisfied my need to completely dominate an
older woman .... the need and desire that Sandy had planted years ago.
When I first met Shelly it was about a week after I moved in. She and
her husband stopped over to drop of a small "welcome to the neighborhood"
gift and to introduce themselves. From the moment I first laid eyes on
Shelly I knew she was going to be the one. She was 10 - 15 years older,
but still in great shape, a few wrinkles and a few gray hairs, but a pretty
face and a nice body. She isn't what you say is a beautiful woman, or a
knockout, but she is attractive, desirable, and sexy. I didn't know how,
but I resolved then and there that someday, somehow, she'd be on her knees
asking for permission to suck my big cock.
Over the next several weeks I had a sneaking suspicion that I was being
watched .... it's one of those things, you don't know how you know, but
you do. I was sure that she was watching me around my pool. School hadn't
started yet and I had alot of free time to lounge around and work on my
I started fantasizing about Shell .... the nasty things I'd make her do
when I took control of her mind and body. My imagination went our of
control .... she was pretty, but I'd make her better, I'd have her
exercise, change her hair style, maybe even her hair color, I'd change the
way she dressed, and maybe I'd order her to undergo breast enlargement.
Sandy was about a 40C and I thought that was a perfect size .... yea,
that's what I'd do, the housewife next door would be my sex slut and I'd do
whatever I wanted with her.
After several more weeks of being watched (by now I was carefully
watching her watch me ... I think she masturbated while watching me, but I
can't be sure) my big opportunity finally came -- quite by accident.
I blew a circuit breaker in the basement and needed to borrow a
flashlight to go down and flip it on. I walked across my backyard and
through the gate in the fence that goes around my pool and separates my
house from the Anderson's. I walked up to the screen door off their
kitchen, and just before I knocked I saw her.
Shelly was sitting back in a kitchen chair, her running shorts and
panties at her knees, her legs spread, wildly frigging her pussy. The dark
patch of hair glistened with the sticky juice that oozed from her, her eyes
were closed .... she was in deep concentration.
I almost jumped out of my shoes when I heard her say out loud and in a
pretty loud voice, "Yes, Dave, yes sir, yes Master my pussy is yours....
yes Master, whatever you say .... you want my ass ... yes sir, I'm
wiggling it for them .... Oh, please ... Dave, I mean, Master, please let
me suck your cock while he fucks my ass ..... oh, thank you sir I'll be a
good cocksucker, I promise". I about creamed in my pants .... she was
fantasizing about me, she was a closet slut, and she not only fantasized
about fucking me, she fantasized about being a little submissive slut.
I realized that I'd hit the jackpot! She was going to be mine, but I
still had to play the hand correctly ....
I didn't want to blow the opportunity. I stood there for another 5
minutes watching her fuck herself to a huge climax ... the whole time she
continued to carry out a phantom conversation with me ... her fantasy
I had decided not to confront her at the moment, but to think it through
and plot out my next move. Just as I was ready to turn and sneak away, I
bumped the door ever so slightly, but it was enough. Shelly's eyes opened
with a start and she stared directly into my eyes.
I held her stare without expression for a full two minutes or so. Then
I turned, and walked back to my house. The act of leaving her sitting
there with her fingers still in her cunt, with her legs spread, the juice
matted to her hairy mount .... well, I knew leaving her without a word
would prolong the situation and force her to address it with me.
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife continues
I wasn't disappointed. About 8PM that very night I heard a knock on my
front door. It was Shelly
"May I come in?" She told me that it was Al's bowling night, and that
he'd be out for a few hours, and that she needed to explain. She was
dressed conservatively enough ...just as you'd expect from a 40 year old
conservative housewife. She had on a blue button up blouse, khaki slacks,
and running shoes ... she wore little, if any makeup.
"I'm sorry for what you saw today. Sometimes I just need a little extra
release, I hope it isn't something that offended you, and I apologize." She
diverted her eyes, looking down, and continued, "And I'd be very
appreciative if you didn't mention this to my husband, Al, please."
I didn't respond, I just walked into my living room ... she followed
"Dave, is all forgiven and forgotten ?" she said.
Again, I didn't talk, I just looked towards the ceiling for a while,
making her fidget a little. Then I responded, "It's OK, Shelly. I
understand. I'll forgive," I gave her a sly smile and then said, "but I
don't think it'll be very easy to forget. I'll make you a deal, Shelly. I
won't tell your husband about our little encounter this afternoon, if
you'll do one thing for me."
A look of relief spread across her face as she said, "Sure. Name it".
"Well Shelly, I'd like you to tell me what you were fantasizing about,"
She was shocked, and shot me an angry (and maybe a little horny) look,
"I absolutely will not! You may have watched me masturbate, and I'm sure
you know I was fantasizing about you, but I'll be damned if I'll bare my
inner fantasies with a stranger. Heck, I don't even share them with my
"Well, then, have a good night, Mrs. Anderson. Oh, and tell Mr.
Anderson that I'd like to talk to him in the morning."
"He'll never believe you, and you have no proof. So, go ahead. As far
as Al knows, I'm as pure as the driven snow. Completely innocent. Hell, I
bet he thinks I don't even like sex. So go a head Mr. Smart Ass."
She started towards the door.
"Shell ..... Oh, Shelly ! , I called.
"WHAT !" she yelled as she opened the door.
"I just wanted to let you know that I've video taped our entire
conversation. The camera is set up in the corner of the living room,
behind a plant That's why I got you into the living room before we talked.
I think Al will believe whatever story I decide to tell him and if you
aren't just a little more cooperative I think I'll embellish what did
happen just a bit," I laughed.
She literally ran to the livingroom. She saw the Camcorder and ran to
it, popping the tape compartment .
"Shell .... this what you want ?" I asked as I dropped the tape in a
desk drawer and slammed it shut ... and locked it.
She started the bitch routine again. "Give me the damn tape, Dave, NOW!
I'll call the police."
"Go ahead, you cunt, call the police."
.... "I'll, well, I'll .....", her voice drifted off, she knew she'd
been beat. "Please Dave, can I have the tape? Your little game is over,
you win", she said, in a much quieter voice.
"Before I told you I wanted you to tell me about your fantasy .... with
lots of specific details. Are you saying that you'll do that?" I asked.
"Yes," was her meek reply.
"Since you've been such a bitch the last few minutes, I have another
stipulation. While you're telling me your fantasy, I want your pants and
panties down and I want you frigging yourself again. This time though, I
want you looking at me, rather that with your eyes closed," I said.
"I can't ... I just can't, I've never... "
I cut her off, "Listen, you married slut. You've been watching me,
fantasizing about me, and finger fucking your hairy twat while thinking
about me ever since I moved in. Isn't that right!"
She didn't respond.
"I SAID ISN'T THAT RIGHT, YOU CUNT !!"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"SAY IT LOUDER YOU WHORE !", I bellowed.
"YES YES YES YES YES. ARE YOU HAPPY ! YES, I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT DREAM
ABOUT FUCKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST DAY WE MET ! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW !"
Smiling, I said, "Not as happy as I'm going to be when your slacks and
pretty panties are around your ankles and you're playing with your sloppy
hole and telling me your fucking fantasy," I said, in a low, but very
Resigned to her fate she slid her hand to the snap of her slacks, popped
it free and drug the zipper down. Her loose pants fell to her ankles
revealing very sexy white thong panties with light pink bows.
"Did you wear those pretty panties for me Shell?, I mocked.
"Fuck you," was her reply as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic
waist of her panties and pulled them down past her hairy mound and to her
knees. "I hope you're satisfied, you asshole," she said watching me watch
"Get busy, you slut," was my only reply.
She sat on my sofa .. ready to start.
"No, I want the sofa. You sit in the chair," I said.
She shrugged and moved to the big overstuffed chair in the corner.
Little did she know that my other video camera was pointing directly at the
chair from across the room and behind another big plant.
"Wait," I said, getting up and walking over to her. "Don't touch
yourself. I want to prove a point." I surprised her by shoving my hand
into her lap and between her legs, she snapped her legs together in an
instant, trying to fend me off. Being bigger and stronger I was easily
able to snake my long index finger into her hole. She sighed as I hit the
mark and sank my longest finger in to the knuckle. I held it there for
about 15 seconds, then slowly pulled it out, sticky goo clinging to my
"This excites you, doesn't it, Mrs. Anderson. You slut, you're getting
off on this aren't you. You really wanted this all along .... don't deny
it, your traitorous cunt tells the truth. Have you ever been this fucking
wet before, Shell?"
She looked away in embarrassment.
"Well get to it girl, frig yourself and tell me your hot little story.
Tell me how much you want my cock."
She continued looking away, but began. She started by moving her finger
tips in an up-and- down motion over the top of her hard little nub, warming
"Talk, you slut!" I reminded her.
"I need to get into it for a few minutes ... would it be O.K.. if I
was silent just for a short while?" she asked with a pleading look.
"Fine, but it better be worth it. I wanna hear a hot story, and it
better be told with a little enthusiasm, if you know what I mean."
"Yes Dave, I know what you want, and believe me, you'll like it."
After a couple more minutes of gentle rubbing she started. "In my
fantasy you're my master and I'm your sex slave. You control everything
about my sex life.... when I fuck, who I fuck, how I fuck, when I cum ....
"You know I'm a married woman, but you don't care. In fact, you like it
better. You know I'm very ashamed that you can take me as you please,
despite my marital status. You know that I love my husband and have no
intention of leaving him, but you also know I'm totally devoted to you and
your 8 inch cock."
"It's nine inches, Shell, not eight," I corrected.
She groaned, but continued, " I fantasize about the first time you take
me, and how on that very day you allow one of your friends a crack at me as
well. To you I'm nothing but a possession, a cherished possession, but
'owned property' all the same. My fantasy goes something like this :
"On a particularly hot Sunday Al and I ask you to join us for a cook
out. During the evening we all have a bit too much to drink, and as a
result, at dinner you spend quite a bit of time with your hand under the
table and in-between my legs. I feel helpless to resist.
"Later you sit next to me on the sofa, your muscular body just a few
tantalizing inches away. You confidently let your arm slide around my
petite shoulders right in front of Al, while the two of you briefly discuss
current events of the day.
"When Al leaves to use the restroom, I try to break away, although
unsuccessfully as your steel tight arms hold me in place. I feel your warm
lips brush against my neck. I could feel my nipples harden against my
blouse. Prior to your arrival I'd removed my bra and slipped on a tight
cotton shirt that I tied just under my breasts. I sat quietly as your
fingers grazed against my aroused and hardened right nipple. As I turned
to tell you to stop, felt your warm hand beginning it's journey up my
"I knew it had to stop, but when I opened my red painted lips to speak
you leaned over, your tongue softly caressing my warm lips and slipping
into my inviting mouth. At that point I knew all was lost and returned
your kiss, a deep long soulful kiss ... the kind that sends electric
pulses through my body. I moaned softly as I felt your long index
finger slip between my heated thighs until it reached the soft and wet
folds of my slippery cunt. I nearly fainted as your finger caressed my
sensitive clit through my thin shorts ... only a thin band of material
separating your finger from the inviting wetness.
"I started a quiet moaning and humped myself against your rubbing
fingers, eager to cum. As I approached release I heard my husband of
twenty years walking down the hall. You heard as well. Amused, you lifted
yourself up and walked to the kitchen, allowing me, your plaything, to
gather my wits and rearrange my clothes before the arrival of my husband.
"The rest of the evening was pleasant enough and at about midnight, and
feeling the effects of the excessive alcohol, Al excused himself and
stumbled up to our bed. I told him I'd be up as soon as I showed you out.
"Al was out like a light. Rather than leaving, you told me to fetch an
after-dinner brandy. Although apprehensive and nervous I walked to the bar
and produced a small snifter of brandy. I nervously handed you your drink
as you casually ordered, "Take your blouse off. I want to see your hard
My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife continues part 2
I was shocked and anxiously looked towards the stairs to my bedroom.
Looking into your eyes I meekly replied, "Please, you must leave. I have
never been unfaithful to my husband."
You were angry and not accustomed to receiving "no" for an answer.
"Remove your blouse. Don't make me tell you again. If I can sit on
your sofa and finger you, I can see your breasts."
Lowering my eyes, I slowly unbuttoned the three buttons holding the tied
blouse together. Still looking to the floor I untied the tails of the
blouse and quietly let it fall to the floor.
You sensed your control and lost no time in giving your next command,
"Lose the shorts."
Totally submissive now, I unbuttoned the top button and unzipped the
tight shorts and let them fall to the floor. Modestly I returned my gaze
to the floor. No man other than my husband had ever seen me naked. I was
a virgin when Al and I were married 20 years ago, and I've been with him
Your next words were, "Spread yourself for me."
Obediently I spread my long tanned legs, but I just couldn't look you in
the eye ... my mind raced, 'Where was I, what was she doing, would my
husband see?' ..... I couldn't think straight.
Amused, you lowered your right index finger and rubbed the tip against
the wet folds of my little pussy. You coated your finger with the cream
that oozed from my well lubricated pussy ... then you smiled as you
brought the finger covered with my juices to my lips to clean.
"Only a true slut would be standing naked in front of a man she barely
knew," you said, mocking me. "Are you a slut ?"
Searching for words, for a justification of my situation I meekly
sobbed, "I am a slut."
"Do you fuck your husband .... slut?" you asked. .
"Yes," was your reply.
"From now on the only cock you will allow in your holes will be mine,"
then the shocker, "and any men I chose to let fuck your slut body," you
Although humiliated, I looked up and asked, "Will you fuck me now?"
Amused at my subservience you answer was, "You've not earned it. I
don't have class until noon tomorrow. After Al goes to work you'll come to
my house. You and I both know that you'll come ... you need young cock,
you're a submissive slut and you just plain have to come, isn't that right,
Mrs. Anderson ?"
Trying to regain just a bit of self-respect and decency I remained
"Not talking Mrs. Anderson? O.K.., have it your way, but just realize,
if I walk out your door now, like this, that you'll never have my cock.
You'll be worse than a slut ..... you'll still be a slut, only a very, and
I mean very frustrated one," you said, getting up and walking towards the
door. Just as your hand began turning the doorknob I heard myself say, in
a low voice, "I'll be there ...".
"What? I couldn't hear what you said."
In a louder voice I said, "I'll be there."
With a serious look you replied, "You'll be where, and you'll be there
because ? And be specific, you whore. If I don't completely understand
the specifics of what you're saying, and what you're implying, then, I'm
outta here now, and forever."
Collecting all my courage, it rolled, "I'll come to your house in the
morning after my husband leaves for work. I'll be there because I want, no
I need you, to fuck me." I looked at you for your reaction, hoping that I'd
said it correctly.
"Well, alright. Never let it be said that I wasn't willing to help a
housewife in need .....", and you opened the door. Just before you closed
the door you turned back to me and said, "Remember, you're a slut. Dress
appropriately. If you look hot enough I may fuck you ... if you aren't
dressed like a whore then I'll shove your ass out my front door .... and
if I'm in a bad mood you might be bare assed naked when I do it. That'd
give the neighbors a little something to talk about, now wouldn't it."
You turned and walked home leaving me standing naked in my living room,
breathing heavily, a streak of wetness slowly making its way down one of my
long tanned legs.
The next morning I woke and went through the same morning ritual that I
have for the last 20 years. After I put on my makeup I pulled on my robe
and headed downstairs to see my husband off to work. I found him in the
kitchen. As I leaned over to kiss him goodbye and straightened his tie, I
noticed him looking at my face with a questioning look
It was the extra makeup. I thought for a minute that he was going to
ask,. but then he looked at his watch, gave me a pat on the butt and was
out the door.
Good thing he didn't ask, I don't know what I'd have said. I didn't
have a ready excuse for the extra heavy amount of make up I was wearing so
early in the morning. After a light breakfast I went to my room and began
looking through my closet.
I chose an outfit that Al bought me for our 20th anniversary fantasy get
away weekend ... our 20th was 3 weeks away. Sitting on the bed I pulled
on sheer black seamed hose; carefully hooking the tops to the garter
clasps. I pushed my breasts together with a wonder bra and stood to check
it out in the mirror.
For a lady of 40 years old I could still turn a man's eye, even a young
man of 26, I thought with a hot rush. The next stop at the closet brought
a short black mini-skirt ... short but very loose on the bottom.... Al
called it a little flippy skirt. He bought it for me because he said it'd
be easy to pull up the bottom and tuck it in the waistband for a quick
standup fuck .... as I looked in the mirror I wondered if that was how is
would happen this morning. I buttoned up a white silk blouse and carefully
tucked it into the little skirt.
Finally, I opened the shoebox and pulled out a pair of three inch high
heels. They were suede black leather. There really wasn't much to them. 6
strips of leather crisscrossed the front, and a single strap around the
heel, and a single strap with a tiny silver buckle went around my ankles. I
rarely wore heels, and never any this high.
As I stood, a little unsure of my balance, I again looked in the mirror.
I understood why Al bought the shoes. Perched on the high heels, my legs
looked longer and sleeker, my ass looked firmer and rounder, and my posture
forced me to stand more erect, my breasts jutting forward (the wonder bra
didn't hurt either).
After brushing my hair and checking my makeup, I was ready .....
catching my reflection in the mirror a final time, I smile at the finished
product before me ... I smiled subtly.
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson, you've dressed appropriately," I said to the woman
in the mirror.
As I opened my front door I got a sudden fear ... my conscience
reminded her that I was a married woman; married and faithful for almost
twenty years. Thoughts of the previous night, and your cock, put my
marriage out of my mind. I walked out the front door and turned towards
your house .... I was relieved that none of our neighbors were out and saw
me in my slutty outfit.
Softly I knocked on your door, nervously looked around the sleepy
neighborhood. Becoming anxious, I stopped knocking and twisted the gold
door knob and let myself in. I saw you leisurely lounging on the sofa.
You turned towards me and began sizing up what you saw. Your beautiful
nine inch cock started hardening. You realized that you resist arousal for
a while longer to completely mold me , the sexy and eager housewife
presented before you, into your own prize sex toy.
"I see that you have dressed like a little whore. Do you dress like a
tramp every morning Mrs. Anderson ?"
"This is the first time," I replied.
"Tell me what your husband would think of his wife if he could see her?"
Trembling a little, I quietly said, "I'm not sure, he trusts me."
"When I make you mine I will mark you. Everyone will know that you are
my little whore. Does that worry you ?" you asked bluntly.
At the thought of being marked as your whore I could feel the
temperature between my legs rise and the folds of my pussy lubricate. I
felt the wetness, felt it creep down the top of my long legs, sliding
slowly down, down towards the top of my stockings as I stood before you,
I was quite a sight, a 40 year old happily married housewife, standing,
trembling slightly as if in heat, dressed like a whore in front of a much
younger man I barely knew. Before a man who had just told me that he was
going to mark me as his whore for the world to see.
I realized that I needed to fuck you more than I've ever needed anything
in my life ..... I knew that I'd irrevocably passed the point of no
"Unbutton your blouse," came your simple order.
My fingers went immediately to the pearly white buttons and one by one
released their hold. When the buttons were undone I pulled open the front,
exposing my lacy wonder bra. My nipples were peaking out above the top
.... instinctively I wet my red lips with my tongue.
"Remove your blouse."
I pulled it from the waist band of my little flippy skirt and let it
fall uselessly to the floor.
You rose and walked to me .... reaching out to caress my hard nipples.
When you pinched hard I let out a small gasp, but remained completely still
As you continued your manipulation of my breasts the doorbell broke the
silence, catching me completely surprise. You returned to the sofa and
gave your next order; "Well slut, show my guest in."
Shelly was really getting into her fantasy .... her breathing was
labored, her face was flushed a bright red, her forehead glistened with
sweat, and her eyes never left me. It was obvious that she was building to
a huge climax and was almost there.
"Shelly ", I said .... no response .... she just continued the fevered
pace of her fingers, sticky with the cream that oozed from her slit.
"SHELLY !" I said, loud enough to break her concentration. "Do you want to
stop now ?" I teased.
"No, I'm so close .... I'm close, I'm close, I'm close", she moaned.
"Mrs. Anderson, you mean that I've given you the opportunity to stop
and leave, and you refuse. You want to continue finger fucking yourself in
front of me ?" I taunted.
"Yes .... Yes ... YYYEEESSS !" she hissed back, continuing to build.
I walked to my old Camcorder ... the one I'd already shown her, stuck a
tape in and walked directly in front of her and hit Record. "Mrs.
Anderson, I'm recording you again .... you like it don't you ....". There
was no response, so I went on, "Shelly, if you don't answer me I'm going to
grab your hand, make you stop what you're doing, and throw you out ....
now ANSWER me !" "Yes", she moaned again ... this time for the camera.
"Yes what, you slut", I pushed. "And remember, I'll stop you .... and
you know I can." "Yes, I'm a slut ... and yes, I want you to ... OOOHHH,
OOHHHH, here it is, OH, here it ....COMESSSS, Oh my god, OHHHHH AAHHH ....
YES, TAPE ME, GET ME, TAKE ME .... OHHHH YEEESSS"
Shelly continued moaning and groaning for a full two minutes. I could
see her cunt muscles squeezing and contracting around her probing fingers
the entire time. As she started to come down from her sexual high, I
firmly said to her, " Shelly, you want more than your fantasy don't you?
You want it to be real, you want to be mine .... you know it, I know it,
and pretty soon the world will know it. Isn't that right ..... and
remember, when you answer that I'm taping you, your words and expressions
are being captured on tape."
"No ... no, not really ...", she looked down ... saw her hand wedged
between her legs and knew. She knew she was a slut, my slut, and finally
admitted it to herself, "You're right, I'm a cheap slut, and I crave it ...
raunchy sex, the embarrassment of it all... I need it, I want it and have
for so long."
The words were rolling from her lips (and onto tape), in fact I was
amazed at how quickly she came around and how badly she really felt the
"Will you fuck me now ?", she asked quietly and politely. When I didn't
respond, she asked again, "Dave, will you please fuck me now? I need your
big cock in me. My fingers were good, but my horny puss feels so empty.
Please put your cock in me, put it in deep, deeper than any man's been in
me before .... please."
How could I refuse such a plea. "Turn around and face away from me ...
I won't be fucking you face to face until you've earned it", I ordered.
She turned away from me and waited. "Remember the recorder is still
going, I'm getting this all on tape ... that's fine with you isn't it? ...
Oh, and state your name full name for the camera and ask for what you
"I'm Shelly Anderson, and I need you to fuck me Dave ..... please,
please put it in.", she whimpered.
"Bend over and put your elbows on the floor, lay your head down, and
arch your back and present me your ass."
As she subserviently complied I knelt behind her, took my member in my
right hand and guided it home.
As I began a slow steady fuck I gave Shelly a few of the key rules by
which her new life would be lived. More would come later.
"You've become my submissive slut; you will obey me at all times. When
I call, you come. You'll have sex in any fashion I choose; you will dress
as I prescribe; your primary concern will be my satisfaction. You'll fuck
your husband only when you ask for and receive my permission. "Except as
I've said, you'll continue with Al as in the past, I have no interest in
taking a whore like you as a wife, and I have no intention of supporting
you .... that's between you and Al. I'll let you keep your new life a
secret from your husband for a while .... but eventually he'll know, I'll
make sure of it. As in your fantasy, I will mark you in the near future
.... I've not decided the manner, but rest assured, I always mark my
After my little speech we were both approaching orgasm .... the squishy
sounds of my big cock plowing her pussy from behind, and the slap of my
balls against her ass were driving me closer, but I held off until Shell
couldn't control it any longer. Within 30 seconds after her release, I
pulled my cock out, laid it on the top of her ass, and shot a big creamy
load on her back, with a few shots of my cum stretching to her neck and
"You're a pretty good fuck Shelly .... now get dressed and get your ass
home, I'll call you tomorrow ... you'll be ready, won't you?", I said,
looking directly into her eyes with my most serious look.
"I'll be ready", was her soft reply.
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Best story I find on the web.Take another man,s wife ,control her life for me
is most powerfull imagination
Thanks for posting
Where could I find the rest of the story? I looked in ASSTR and it only has up to chapter 4.
Plus I believe the contents are alittle different.
Would enjoy reading the whole story.I really enjoy stories along this plot line of "prim and proper" women, families who change.
Once again thanks for posting.
I love this story... ASSTR was a deadend for me too.
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