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As the week progressed, Wendy thought it was going to be just another week with her husband out of town and a boring week at school. When she returned home from school on Tuesday, she was greeted by her neighbor Bob Pearson who was pruning his shrubs.“Hey, Wendy! Can I talk to you a moment?” he asked.She wasn’t really keen on Bob but knew she could not blow him off. As she walked across her lush green lawn, she said, “What’s up, Bob?”Bob seemed nervous. “Well,” he said, “I’ve noticed those young boys have been over several times. And the black kid’s truck was parked across the street all night on Friday.”“No, I think you’re mistaken,” she said. “Ro’Shawn came over Saturday for a test study session with the twins. They walked that morning.”“C’mon, Wendy, just stop. I know all three spent the night. I also know they had sex with you all night long. I could hear you with my bedroom window open,” he told her.Wendy acted cool. She could not admit to Bob that she was fucking three high school students, even though they were all over eighteen. She’d lose her job, her pension, and probably end up divorced. “I was watching porn. A woman gets lonely when her husband travels so much,” she whispered.“Look,” Bob said, “I’m not going to argue with you. I’m not going to tell anyone, especially your husband. But I know they spent the night. I saw them arrive on my security cameras and you can brazzers hear the three talk about fucking you as they walked up the sidewalk.”Now Wendy was stunned. And worried. What does Bob Pearson want?  If he wasn’t going to tell her husband, Jim, what was his angle?“What do you want Bob?” Wendy asked as she looked around for his security cameras.“I want what those boys got,” he said.Wendy froze. She knew exactly what Bob wanted, her. “I don’t know about that.”“I talked to those boys when they left Saturday morning. They mentioned something about blackmailing you. Don’t make me do the same thing,” Pearson said.Flustered, Wendy stepped closer to Bob so she could whisper, she was worried about his security cameras hearing her, “OK, you want to fuck me? Come over tonight at 8:00 pm.”Doubling down, Bob tells her, “And I want the whole show. Lingerie, stockings, and high heels. We’ll have some fun, I promise. Women tell me I’m one of the best pussy eaters they’ve ever been with.”Wendy turned to go back to her yard, rolled her eyes, and mumbled, “Eight o’clock.”Upon entering her house, she texted Spencer, “Call me asap. 911.” She poured herself three fingers of bourbon and sat down at the kitchen table.Spencer called and confirmed that Bob had talked to them as they left and that he told them that he knew they were fucking her. Wendy was upset the boys didn’t warn her cuckold porno about her nosey neighbor.She hung up the phone and poured herself two more fingers of bourbon. She rationalized that she’d need to be a bit buzzed to fuck her neighbor, even if that was still almost three hours away.**At 8:03 pm the doorbell rang. Wendy rose off the couch and went to open the door. “Hello Bob, come in,” she said in a pleasant voice.Bob came in holding a grocery store bouquet of flowers. “I wanted to apologize for being a bit gruff today. I could have approached you a little nicer.”Wendy accepted his apology and took the flowers into the kitchen to find a vase. Bob followed closely behind, admiring the view. She had dressed as Bob asked. She had on a black and purple lingerie piece, black fishnets with purple garters, black heels, and dark plum lipstick and eye makeup. The purple played well with her red hair and fair skin.As Wendy put the cheap flowers into a vase and water she asked her neighbor, “So, I’ll give you an hour Bob. That sounds fair.”Bob laughed, “Wendy, my dear horny slutty neighbor, are you forgetting that I have video and audio of three students coming to your house on a Friday night?”“You’re a son of a bitch, Bob Pearson,” she snapped.“We’ll go for two hours,” he said.“OK, fine,” Wendy said in a pissed-off tone.Bob laughed, “Two hours, czech porno once a week.”“No way,” she said. “Two hours once a month.”Bob walked closer to her, “Let’s not argue. I want two hours once a week. Or I can send everything to the school district. You’ll get fired, lose your retirement, and I know your husband will kick you out of this hat and divorce you.”“Fine. Two hours once a week,” Wendy said walking past him back toward the living room. “Follow me.”She sat down on the edge of the couch and watched Bob stop about four feet away. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and let his Levi’s drop to the floor. Mr. Pearson was ready. He was commando and his dick was pointing straight up in the air.“Not bad for an old guy. I’m guessing you’re on the blue pill, Bob?” Wendy asked.“Yes, you gotta love Viagra. I’ll be hard all two hours,” he said as he played with his cock and balls. “Suck me.” Old Mr. Pearson was packing seven thick inches, with groomed short pubes and a shaved nut sack. While his hair was fairly black his pubes were more “salt and pepper” with half gray.“Sit down and take off all your clothes. I was planning on doing a strip tease for you and then sucking your dick,” she told him. Wendy stood up and they traded places.“You look really sexy tonight,” Bob told her as he untied his shoes and took off his clothes. “I’ve always fantasized about fucking you,” he admitted.“You have? How do you want to fuck me?” she asked genuinely.“Wendy, I haven’t been laid in two years. I’ve been divorced five, as you know. I just want to fuck. Cowgirl, doggy, reverse cowgirl, whatever,” he said.

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