Painted Lust: Pregnant Wife’s Wild Fuck Watching Neighbor’s Show

She’s doing it again. I tell Bill, voice flat. Dozen times now. Bunny, our temporary neighbor, strips bare in the Parsons’ yard. I slap paint on the nursery wall. Wet smacks echo. Flic-flac.

Bill pretends ignorance. But his blue eyes crinkle. He’s watched too. Right beside me. Bunny grinds the volleyball pole. One day that cement tire base flips. Crushes her. Less appetizing then. I grunt. Don’t care. She fucks garden toys naked. Temporary gig. Housesitting. Flic-flac.

The Fever Builds

“Goddamn,” Bill mutters. Peers from nursery window.

“What?” I feign boredom.

“New toy.” He grins.

Not the cat. Good. I step closer.

Bunny balances on kids’ plastic swing seat. Her big body swings wild. Metal frame bounces. Lifts off ground a foot. She arches back. Hips roll. Legs kick high. Tits bounce like soft waves. Rusty poles creak. She laughs. Fucks the motion. What music blasts in her ears?

Paint dries in the pot. Two months till baby. Hurry. Jealousy bites. My slim frame swells. Heavy breasts. Tight hips bulge. Bunny’s Barbie perfect. Stripped bronzed. Rehearses her night job tricks. Outdoor practice.

“Eyes back, stud.” I snap. But heat builds. Her show wakes the beast in me.

He glances. Chokes. I dip brush in pink. Stroke my bare neck. Heavy tits. Hard nipples. Swollen belly. Baby kicks. Plif-plof. Cold paint on hot skin. I lock eyes. He’s mine.

Bill circles ladder. Drops clothes on third step. Boxers slide down. Hit tarp. I devour him. Hands itch to grab. Play more. Brush cheeks pink.

Blaze of Passion

His thumb smears it. Jaw. Chin. Kiss soft. Tender. Then snaps. Wild.

“I love you.”

“I know.” Pinned to wall. Hard but gentle. Sticky paint stings skin. Ignites me. Hand slaps paint lower. Lower. I mark him pink. Leg hooks thigh. Crush him close.

“Like that, Bill. Fuck me like that.”

Turn to wall. Hands splay paint. Bend. Offer wet slit. Tongue races spine. Lips claim curves. Breasts flatten pink. I gasp. Scream. Need cock. Head teases clit. Slides lips. Up down. Agony. Push back. He thrusts. “Fucking stud… inside!”

Hand gropes back. Paint-slick. Nails dig thigh. Pull hard.

“So hungry today, little one,” he growls. Bites ear.

“Little?” Laugh-roar. Battle joins. Clash.

Bang-bang. Thrusts pound. Roars meet each ram. Fingers tangle red hair. Pulls. Breathes hot. Explodes inside. Cum jets. My spasms milk. Leaks thighs. Elbows gouge craters. Nipples drill circles.

We crumple. Tarp-bound. Sweat-paint crusts. Laugh later. Stare marks. Keep one? Her nipple swirl. Memory. Passion scars. Skin still burns. Heart races echo. Unique. Devoured. Whole.