My 40yo neighbors asked me to “help” and i ended up fucking her husband while she watched [bull’s perspective]

so i never really thought i’d be the type to get into a cuckold thing but it happened and omg it’s still stuck in my head. my neighbors are this couple in their 40s, super nice, always polite. they’ve lived next door for years and i never suspected anything. then one day the husband asked me to help move some boxes. i went over, we had a few drinks after, and out of nowhere the wife started steering the conversation into this flirty weird place.

she admitted they’d been talking about exploring. i was just smiling and nodding, trying not to blush. a week later they invited me over again and i already had a feeling something might happen. the wife was dressed up in this satin robe, hair done, makeup perfect. the husband seemed nervous but also excited.

she poured us wine and then casually said she wanted to watch her husband with me. my whole body just heated up. it felt so wrong but my curiosity just took over. she told him to take me to the bedroom and she followed with her glass of wine, pulling up a chair like she was watching a show.

he started kissing me slow, like he was trying to feel every inch of my lips. i could feel his hands sliding up under my shirt, fingertips grazing my sides and making me shiver. when he took my top off i swear i heard her inhale sharply. he kissed down my neck, unhooked my bra, and his hands cupped my breasts while his mouth trailed down between them. i was already breathing fast.

he undressed me so slowly it almost made me impatient, but it was also insanely hot knowing she was watching every little move. when i finally felt his cock press against me i actually let out this tiny gasp without meaning to. he teased me first, rubbing the tip against me, and i couldn’t help shifting my hips to feel more. i could hear her breathing heavier behind him.

when he finally slid inside me i almost moaned too loud. it felt so warm and full, and i kept grabbing at his back just to keep him close. he started slow, almost too slow, and my toes curled from the way it dragged against me. my head was tilted back, eyes closed, but every now and then i’d open them and see her just watching, sipping her wine, legs crossed, her robe slipping open a little.

he picked up the pace and i had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. i could feel myself clenching around him and it was driving me crazy. the sound of skin on skin and my own wetness filled the room, and it was so wrong but so insanely hot.

after he came, we just sat in the living room again like it was the most normal thing in the world. she smiled at me, and i couldn’t stop thinking that she might be planning for us to do it again. now every time i see them, i get that same rush and wonder when round two is coming.