As hot as the story involving Pablo was, I could tell Liliana was a little bummed. It would happen again, and she didn’t relish being a home wrecker. We were new to this still, and we were still laying the ground rules down for what exactly we were doing. But, our adventures occurred more when the opportunity struck rather than us going out and actively looking for it, though we both had agreed that there would come a time where that would change.
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We were looking at houses, and it seemed like we were honed in on a specific area. There was a small town near where we had grown up that Liliana had applied to become a librarian when she graduated, and it looked like she was going to be accepted. I was still looking for work, but I was confident that I could find a job in the area. But that meant getting our apartment ready for when we moved out. We wanted our safety deposit back when we left, of course.
In our apartment building we had a neighbor named Sam. Sam was an older guy, nice enough guy, he was 60 years old. He was overweight, his hair white now and receding, a thick white mustache underneath his Roman-style nose. He had a double chin, and his belly hung over his belt. Sam was also the de facto handyman for the apartment building. He kept busy, and was fun to have a beer with. We had Sam over for dinner a few times. He had been married a couple of times and had been divorced a couple of times, and was currently in his in-between-marriages phase. He would talk about moving to Florida and turning in the shitty Northeastern winters.
He had been in the 101st Airborne Infantry, and he had served in Vietnam. One day we had been sitting outside drinking beers and enjoying a nice Spring evening when he opened up about his time in Vietnam. That was when he mentioned that he had been 19 years old when he participated in the infamous Battle of Hamburger Hill. He didn’t get too deep into those stories, and I didn’t pry. There are just some memories that are best left untouched.
When I had told Liliana that Sam had fought at Hamburger Hill, she had crinkled her nose.
“Hamburger Hill?” She had said. “That was a real place?” I grew up devouring military history and watching military movies. I figured that, instead of me explaining Hamburger Hill, I’d show her what it was.
We had picked a Saturday night to watch it, and by the end of the movie she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Y-you’re telling me Sam went through all that?” She had asked me, pointing at the TV. I nodded.
“Well, yeah,” I said. She shook her head in disbelief.
“How? How could someone go through all that and be…be normal? Sam is so nice.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and drew her in closer.
“I don’t think Sam talks about it too much,” I said slowly. “Frankly, I couldn’t tell you how Sam deals with it. I know he had said that he only just started putting up some of his decorations and citations from Vietnam.” Liliana had looked over at me and frowned.
“Why did it take him so long?” She asked.
“Well, do you remember how we learned that Vietnam was an unpopular war?” I said. She nodded. “Well, when soldiers returned home from the war they were treated poorly. Sam had told me that he had to change out of his dress uniform in an airport bathroom so he wouldn’t get spit on.” Liliana’s hands flew up to her mouth, stifling a squeak.
“That’s horrible!” She said. I nodded in agreement.
“They didn’t get any Welcome Home Parades. Nothing like today. Nobody really welcomed them home.” Liliana looked back at the TV, the end credits still rolling on the screen. She was deep in thought, and I could tell she was working on something. The gears behind her pretty brown eyes were definitely working. Finally, she turned toward me.
“Sam has always been there to help us,” Liliana said. “I want to return the favor. I want to give him the Welcome Home he never got.” And then she proceeded to give me her idea.
Liliana had called Sam over, saying she needed help with something. She wanted him to look at the apartment and see if there was anything that would prevent us from getting our security deposit back once we moved out. She told Sam on the phone that I was at class, and that she trusted his eye better than mine. In reality, I was hiding in the bedroom with the door slightly ajar.
When Sam knocked on the door, Liliana opened it. Sam was wearing a blue button up shirt and a pair of jeans. He smiled down at Liliana, who was wearing a thin hooded white sweatshirt and a pair of tight jeans. Her long chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back as she looked back up at him and smiled.
“Hey Sam!” She said, stepping out of the doorway and letting him in. “Thanks for coming over…we really appreciate it.” Sam nodded and walked in, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans as he looked around the apartment.
“Oh, it’s no problem Liliana,” he said. “You know that. I’m just sad that I’m going to be losing good neighbors soon.” Liliana brushed hair behind her ear as she led him into the living room.
“I know right? I’m sad to be leaving you too,” she said. “You’ve been such a great neighbor, and so helpful. We’re so thankful that you have been next door to us.” I could tell Sam was blushing a little, but he just grunted. She gestured at the couch with her head. “Wanna take a seat? I gotta run in the bedroom quick, but I’ll be right back out.” Sam sat down as she walked toward the door. She came into the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes in front of me, smiling as she did so.
“Ready for a show?” She said, obviously a little nervous. This was the first time that I would ever see her fuck another guy. I nodded, standing there quietly in my boxer briefs. She leaned forward, stepping on her tiptoes to give me a passionate kiss before walking back into the living room. She left the door open a crack, just enough for me to watch and not be seen.
Liliana had walked into our living room, wearing a red lace bra and matching thong. Sam looked up at her, his jaw agape.
“Liliana…” Sam tried to protest. Liliana just shook her head as she approached him, reaching for his belt and undoing it.
“No Sam,” she said. “You’ve been so helpful to both Archer and I since we have lived here. You have been a great neighbor, and a great friend. And Archer was telling me about what you did in Vietnam.” Sam clamped up, and he began to shake his head slowly, even as his pants dropped to the floor around his ankles. His shirt covered his crotch, hiding his cock and balls.
“What are you doing?” He asked her. She smiled, easing him back towards the couch. She took his shirt off and tossed it aside before seating him on the couch. His cock was smaller than mine, small side of average, but it wasn’t tiny and it was starting to swell as Liliana began to ease herself down onto the floor.
“Thanking you for everything,” Liliana said. “This is our thank you.” Her hand found Sam’s cock, and she slowly began to stroke it up and down. And she stroked his cock, I slowly began to stroke mine in the bedroom.
Sam was sitting back on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch while the other was planted on the floor. Liliana was on her knees, her feet tucked underneath her butt, and she was feeding his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his smaller cock, her nose touching his large belly. Her other hand rubbed up and down the inside of his pale thighs. From my vantage point I could hear her slurping, and my cock was hard in my boxer briefs. Sam ran his hand over the top of her head, his fingers through her long hair, and he was breathing heavy. I could not believe how turned on I was watching my hot little fiancee sucking the cock of a guy who was much older than us, and much larger than her.
Liliana let his cock pop out of her mouth, and she stood up and took her bra off, freeing her beautiful perky tits. Sam watched her, mesmerized by her beautiful tits. She slipped her thong off next, and her hand trailed to her shaved pussy, slowly playing with her lips.
“Fuck me Sam,” she said. Sam stood up, still unsure of what was going on. Liliana moved to the couch, climbing onto it. She braced herself on the back of the couch and bent over, kneeling on the couch, allowing Sam to enter her from behind. She gasped as he entered her, and soon the sounds of their bodies slapping together and her moans were drifting back to me. His large, wrinkly stomach rippled with each thrust, his hands gripping her pale hips. Sam was not being gentle, and it was soon obvious that it had been a while since he had last gotten laid.
Liliana continued to moan, and I could see her tits bouncing with each thrust. As she turned to look over her shoulder at Sam, her hair whipped around her face. Strands of hair draped over her glasses, but she didn’t bother to move them. I could see how rosy her cheeks were now, and I could see her knuckles turning white on the back of the couch.
“Fuck me Sam,” she said. “Fuck me like the little college slut I am.” Sam picked up his speed, the slapping louder, his grunts harder. The subtle squeaking of the springs in the old couch added to their love making.
Liliana moved aside, taking control and switching with Sam. She laid Sam on his back on the couch, then climbed up on top of him and mounted him. Her legs were squatting on the couch, and she began to bounce up and down on his cock. I could see the two dimples in her back, seated just above her beautiful ass cheeks. Her ass rippled as she bounced, and she tossed her hair back as she moaned. She loved fucking in Cowgirl because she always had intense orgasms when she did.
I could tell now that she was building up to a massive orgasm. Sam’s hands gripped her thick ass cheeks, and my hand gripped my crank harder. Liliana’s knees sank next to his sides, and I could see her beginning to shake, Liliana nearing her climax.
Sam could sense it too. Sensing the opportunity to capitalize, the big man picked up Liliana and flipped her onto her back on the couch. She yelped in surprise with the move, but then let out a low moan as Sam plunged himself back into her. The crooks of Liliana’s knees were pressed against the insides of Sam’s elbows as he continued to fuck her relentlessly and grunt.
“Oh Fuck Sam that feels so good!” She moaned. I could see Liliana’s engagement ring flashing in the light of the living room as her hand rubbed along his broad, pale, wrinkly back.
“You like that baby?” He grunted. “You like getting filled up with old man cock?”
“Fill me up with your dirty old man cock,” she begged, her knees pressed against her shoulders. Her feet began to shake, and she let out a cry as she came.
Sam’s grunting became more urgent, and his pace quickened.
“Fuck I’m going to cum,” he said. He pulled out and sat down at Liliana’s command. As he sat back on the couch, Liliana clamped her mouth down on his cock. His hands moved to her head, and he began to groan. I could only see Liliana from behind, my beautiful wife to be, but I saw her head go down and stay down on his cock as he came. Her hands gripped his thighs, and I could see her battle from behind as she fought to swallow the massive load.
It was all too much for me. I bit my bottom lip as I came, my thick white cum hitting the back of our bedroom door. I could even feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. I sat back on the bed, exhausted.
Leaning forward, I looked back out the door into the living room. Liliana was looking back up at Sam having licked his cock clean.
“Mmmm,” Liliana said. Sam let out a laugh.
“Fuck Liliana,” Sam said. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” He looked down at her and smiled. “Thanks Liliana. I appreciate it.”
The one constant with Liliana, from when we started dating to now, is that she has always had a heart of gold. She genuinely enjoys helping others and seeing people smile. Even today, 15 years later, we talk about Sam.
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