Housewife & the naughty neighbor

Lisa got up, grabbed her panties off and dropped them in the laundry basket. She then walked to the sink and switched on the water. Cold water running over her hands calmed her. She could see Walter' scum pouring down her shirt and across her face in the window reflection. Now she was a slug. There is absolutely no getting around it anymore...

Lisa cleaned up all evidence. She had taken a deep inhalation and stepped out the kitchen into the hallway. She barely made it up toward their bedroom. She felt so tired after all. This morning's encounter with Walter had drained every last bit of energy inside her body.

Lisa lay down on their bed without changing. She could still feel Walter's cum dripping slowly down her cheek. The smell of Walter's cum was still strong, or at least that's what she thought. And it mixed with her own sweat and pussy juice. She felt dirty now. Like a used slut...

Her mind raced with everything that took place the morning. She recalled how easily she had been manipulated by Walter again into submitting to him once more. The thoughts kept running through Lisa's head over and over. She could hear Walter's words echoing: "You're a dirty little slut.", "Good girl." "You swallow every drop."

She could no longer deny the truth about herself.

She was Walter's slut now...

And she loved it.

It was a physical blow. She curled up all over their bed and shook her head, all those mixed emotions fighting within her head. shame, fear, disgust... but also desire...

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The door opened and closed downstairs around 6 PM. Lisa jolted awake. She could hear Mark moving around down there. She quickly sat up and looked down. She still wore the stained t-shirt with nothing else beneath it. There's no bra, no panties. She wanted Mark now. She needed him to touch her and hold her and also make her forget about this morning.

Lisa ran downstairs without changing her clothes. She found Mark untying his tie in the kitchen. He looked tired.

"Hey babe," he looked up. "How was your-"

Lisa threw herself at him. She pressed her body against his and kissed him deeply. Mark was surprised but then got into it quickly.

"Mmm!" He broke the kiss. "What's got into you?"

Lisa pressed herself against Mark harder. "I need you honey," she gasped. Her hands already worked at his belt buckle.

Mark pulled back slightly. "Honey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong!" Lisa replied. She finally managed to get Mark's belt undone. She slid down the zipper and shoved one hand inside his boxers, wrapping around his soft cock. "Just... been thinking about you all day, babe."

That was not entirely a lie. Between the shameful memories of Walt's hands in her pussy and his cum in her throat, she had thought about Mark. Though the immediate need burning through her now was certainly about getting fucked hard here. Lisa stroked him gradually with a single hand and rubbed his balls through his boxers. She started sucking on Mark' neck and worked her way up toward his chest. "I want you so bad," he says.

Mark groaned but wasn't hard in Lisa's hands despite her enthusiastic stroking. "Babe... I've like 5 consecutive meetings today. I'm exhausted."

"Please," Lisa said as she continued to stroke Mark's soft cock through his boxers now. She could hardly think straight when she hoped for release following this morning's reunion with Walter. "I'm so horny right now... honey please."

"I know, honey," Mark said softly. "Believe me, I also want it. But it just won't happen... sorry honey."

"It's... ok," Lisa whispered while not feeling alright either. Her pussy needed filling so badly. She stood back from him and looked into Mark's eyes beggingly. "Can you finger me please?"

Mark smiled gently, "Of course babe," he said softly. He reached out to guide her over to the kitchen table.

Lisa allowed him to raise her onto the table with her leg hanging from the edge, and she gazed down at Mark in longing detail. He kned between her thighs and held her pants separate with the opposite hand while stroking Lisa's inner thighs. "You so wet, honey."

Lisa moaned as Mark's fingers slid in and out of her pussy. But the feeling was not so right. He was being so careful. He treated her like his precious, not the filthy little slut she'd been only hours prior. Lisa shut her eyes and focused on feeling Mark's hand between Lisa and her feet. But it was not sufficient for her. It did not touch that dark place within her that Walter had risen.

"Harder... Mark, please go harder," Lisa moaned.

Mark increased the pace slightly. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear. But that only made her feel guilty. She wanted to be treated as a slut. As Mark continued, Lisa thought of this morning. She remembered how Walter called her a dirty small slut as his fingers ripped open and shut. That thought made Lisa clench her pussy around Mark's fingers. Lisa gasped as she thought about Walter's rough hands again.

Lisa's body began to react to the image of Walter. She imagined those thick, dirty fingers pushing in and out. She pictured him calling her his little slut and telling how much he had fun using her while Mark was at work. As she focused on these thoughts, Focused on these thoughts, Lisa started moving her hips in step with the memory instead of Mark's actual movements. She began shoving Mark's hand harder.

"Oh god... yes... right there..." Lisa gasped out loud. She wasn't really talking to Mark. She thought it was Walter shouting orders at her how wet she was while she was fucked by a hand in the family kitchen where they ate.

Mark noticed her intensity was increasing and attempted to match it. He pushed his fingers more deeply into the pussy. "Is this much better honey?" he asked, kissing her shoulder lightly.

"Yes! Just like that!" Lisa gasped loudly. She was imagining Walter's grimy fingers instead of Mark's. Her hips bucked up off the table as she fucked herself harder against his hand.

Mark's thumb found her clit and started to rub it in tight circles. He carried on pumping two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. "Yes. Cum for me, honey." he whispered between kisses around her neck.

Lisa's body tensed as the orgasm came close. But it was not from Mark's gentle ministrations. It was from the memory of Walter calling her a dirty slut while his fingers fucked into her roughly this morning in their kitchen. The shameful thought pushed her over the edge. "Ohhhh fuckkkk! I'm cumming!" Lisa screamed. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Mark's fingers. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She could feel herself gushing wetness all over Mark's hand, soaking his wrist too, as she rode out the intense orgasm.

Mark smiled proudly at bringing Lisa such pleasure and gently pulled his fingers from inside her pussy before lifting them up to show her how wet they were. "You're so hot right now honey," he said with a sweet smile. He was completely unaware that Lisa had just orgasmed while imagining another man's fingers inside her. Lisa felt full of guilt.

"I love you," Lisa said, throwing her arms around Mark's neck and hugging him tightly. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She felt embarrassed that she'd been deceiving him these past weeks with Walter.

Mark leaned in and hugged her back with a warmth that made Lisa feel safe and protected as he held her tight. "I love you too, honey," he whispered softly.

"I'm so, so, so sorry for my attitude lately," Lisa said, "You've been working so hard and... I should not have treated you that ưay. Please forgive me."

Mark shook his head gently and rubbed Lisa's hair with his free hand. "There's nothing to forgive, honey. My work's been crazy recently. And I have not given you enough attention." He kissed her forehead. "But we're together now, that's all that matters."

His words made Lisa want to weep more. This sweet man had no idea that just this morning she'd been on her knees sucking off their disgusting neighbor. She also let Walter finger fuck her in the same kitchen where Mark now stood holding her lovingly. "I should make you dinner," Lisa said suddenly. She needed to do something else to get her brain off of those guilt thoughts before she broke down and confessed right here all over their kitchen table. "Let me cook tonight as an apology." "

Mark smiled. "No, don't be sorry, honey. But you know me, I never say no to your meal."

"How about pasta carbonara? Your favorite?" Lisa offered, already sliding off the table and smoothing down her cum-stained t-shirt.

"Sounds great," Mark asked. "You need any help?"

"No, I got this. Take a shower, honey. Leave the rest to me."

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Lisa woke up to the sound of the phone alarm. She reached over to switch it off and sat up gradually rubbing her eyes while they toured their bedroom. She glanced over at Mark sleeping beside her. He looked so innocent and sweet. He's absolutely nothing like the fat, disgusting old man who'd been humiliating her for the past few weeks. That made Lisa shiver once again with shame.

Mark stirred briefly once their alarm went off but did not get up immediately. Lisa slipped out of slumber quietly, trying not to awaken him. She went in their master bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the shower; warm water ran over her body.

She got out and dried herself off quickly before wrapping a towel around her. Lisa put on a new simple bra and panties and slipped on a slim pink tank and yoga shorts. She washed her damp hair with a brush.

Lisa headed downstairs to make breakfast. While she cracked eggs into a bowl, the doorbell rang.

Lisa froze. It was just only around 7:00 AM. Nobody visited this early except... Walter.

Why the hell was he here already? Lisa felt her heart pound against her ribs looking out the front door. She attempted to ignore it, wishing he would disappear in case she did not answer. But Walter did not take a hint. His doorbell rang once more, louder.

"Lisa! I know you're in there! Open up!"

Lisa panicked. She knew why he was here. He'd told her yesterday: *You'll prepare breakfast for me. Every morning.*

She looked at the pan of sizzling bacon and eggs, then up toward their bedroom. Mark would be awake in a few minutes. If she didn't deal with Walter now, he might just walk right in or start screaming loud enough for her husband to hear everything.

Lisa hurried to the front door, keeping it slightly cracked as she opened it. She didn't let him all the way inside, trying to keep her body blocking his view of the house.

"Walter! What the hell are you doing here? It's too early."

The fat old man grinned and stared at Lisa's thin tank top and yoga shorts eagerly. He looked even grosser than usual this morning, wearing a stained undershirt that strained against his protruding gut and those same pants. He smelled like stale tobacco and something sour, which hit her nose instantly.

"You're late with my breakfast, sweetie," Walter wheezed, giving her a crude wink. "Don't tell me you forgot our little arrangement already."

Lisa felt a wave of disgust wash over her at the way he looked at her, but it was quickly eclipsed by cold fear. She shifted her weight, trying to shove him back out into the morning air.

"I can't right now," she whispered frantically. "Mark is upstairs! He just woke up!"

Walter didn't seem bothered in the slightest. If anything, the mention of Mark seemed to excite him more. He stepped forward, using his considerable weight to push through the door before Lisa could react. He forced himself into the entryway, shutting the door with a soft thud behind him.

"Your husband doesn't need to know everything you do for your kindly old neighbor," Walter chuckled, a wet, gurgling sound that made her skin crawl. His eyes dropped down to her yoga shorts, tracing the curve of her ass and thighs. "Those pants are tight as hell, Lisa. Show me what you got under there."

Lisa backed away from him, shaking her head. "Walter, please... not now. Mark is literally right above us!"

The fat man didn't listen. He moved toward the kitchen with a slow, deliberate gait that made Lisa feel like prey being stalked by an obese predator. As she tried to steer him back toward the door, Walter suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip. He jerked her towards him, his sweaty chest pressing against her shoulder. "I already told you what I wanted. You make me breakfast, then you satisfy me. That's how it works." He pushed her hard against the kitchen counter. Lisa gasped as her back hit the cold granite. Walter immediately crowded into her space, his heavy belly crushing against her stomach. He didn't waste any fucking time. His hand flew down, gripping her ass tightly through the thin yoga shorts, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"Mmm," he groaned, rubbing himself against her hip through his trousers. "I can smell it on you already. You're thinking about your husband waking up and finding out what a filthy little slut you are for the neighbor, aren't you?"

Lisa's breath came in short, jagged gasps. She tried to push against him, but Walter was like an immovable wall. The risk made her blood race; she could hear Mark stirring upstairs, the muffled sound of footsteps moving toward the bathroom. Every second they spent like this was an invitation for disaster.

"Please. Not here... he's going to see..." She whispered softly.

Of course Walter didn't listen to her. His hand slid from her ass to the front of her yoga shorts. He just shoved two thick fingers down the center of her crotch, grinding into her clit through the fabric. Lisa let out a small moan that she quickly choked back, biting her lip hard.

"Oh, you're already wet for me," Walter felt her heat soaking through the pants. "Your pussy knows who its real master is. Your husband might give you sweet kisses, but you crave this old man's filth."

"No... It's not... It's not that!" Lisa protested weakly. Walter didn't let up for a second. His fingers kept rubbing and pressing through the thin fabric of her pants, the friction sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her body despite her fear. He leaned in closer.

"I can feel how much you want it, sweetie. You're fuckin wet for me already, just like yesterday when my fingers were inside you."

Lisa shuddered at the memory, hating herself for the way her body responded to his crude words. She couldn't think straight with him pressing against her like this, his fingers working relentlessly between her legs.

"Walter, please... stop," she begged. "Mark could come down any second!"

He laughed again, a harsh sound that scraped across her nerves. "Then maybe he should see what you really are: a slut who belongs to me now." He grabbed the waistband of Lisa's yoga shorts and yanked them down roughly, which made her bare ass and pussy exposed. He shoved her forward, bending her over the kitchen counter so abruptly that she cried out in surprise.

"Walter! No!" Lisa tried to push herself up, but he was already behind her, one hand pinning her lower back down while the other groped her exposed flesh. His touch was crude and dominating, squeezing her ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks.

"Stay right there," Walter grunted, his voice thick with lust as he unfastened his pants. "I'm going to fuck you so good your husband will smell it on you all day." Walter then suddenly stopped his action at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He quickly pulled his pants back up and stepped away from Lisa, leaving her bent over the counter with her ass still exposed.

"Mark's on his way," Walter whispered harshly into Lisa's ear, his breath hot and sour against her skin. "You want me to stop? Then you better do exactly what I say."

Lisa nodded frantically. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard Mark's footsteps approaching the kitchen. She quickly pulled up her yoga shorts. Her hands still shook with a mix of fear and humiliation.

"Good girl," Walter murmured approvingly, stepping back to lean casually against the fridge as if he hadn't been about to fuck Lisa seconds ago. "Remember, you're mine now. And I expect my breakfast on time every morning."

Lisa turned around when Mark entered the kitchen. She forced a smile. Mark walked into the kitchen. "Morning, babe," he said with a yawn. He glanced at Walter and gave him a friendly nod. "Oh Walt! What brings you here so early?"

Walter chuckled, a sound that made Lisa's skin crawl. "Oh we just met outside. Your sweet wife invited me over for breakfast," Walter finished smoothly. His eyes gleamed with malice as he looked at Lisa. "You have such a gentle heart, dear." He turned to Mark. "You're lucky man to have her, son."

Mark smiled warmly at Walter's words, completely oblivious. "Aren't I? Liz's the best," he replied, walking over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He didn't seem to notice how tense she was or the way her body was still trembling from Walter's rough handling.

Lisa forced herself to return Mark's smile, even as her mind raced with panic and shame. "I'm making your favorite," she said softly, turning back to the stove where the bacon and eggs were sizzling in the pan. Her hands shook slightly as she flipped a slice of bacon, trying to focus on anything but Walter's leering presence behind her.

Walter settled himself at the kitchen table with entitlement, "So, Mark, son, how's everything so far?"

Mark leaned against the counter, taking a sip from his coffee mug. "Oh, I'm still dowing well. Busy work week but I can't complain." He grinned at Walter. "And you? How's the arthritis?"

Walter shifted in his chair, making a show of wincing as he rubbed his knee. "Oh, it's been acting up again. Aching like hell since I walked over this morning. Just need something to eat, some protein to keep the strength up." He winked at Lisa over Mark's shoulder. "Your wife knows how to take care of an old man's stomach."

Lisa felt a jolt of electricity run through her spine as she heard those words. She knew exactly what he meant, and the fact that he was saying it right in front of Mark sent another wave of heat straight to her pussy. It was insane - she should be furious, terrified, but instead she could feel herself getting wet again.

"Here you go," Lisa murmured, placing a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of Walter with trembling hands. She tried not to look him in the eye, keeping her gaze focused on the table as she stepped back.

Walter didn't touch the food immediately. Instead he looked at Mark then turned his head towards Lisa, giving her that same predatory smile from a moment ago. "Thank you, sweetie," he said softly. "I gotta tell ya, Mark," Walter began, stabbing a piece of bacon and chewing it slowly while his eyes remained fixed on Lisa's chest through her thin tank top, "you got yourself a real treasure here. A woman like this... she's rare these days."

Mark beamed with pride, leaning against the counter as he sipped more coffee. "Yeah, I know. She's an amazing cook, right? I keep telling her she could open a little café or something."

Walter turned to Lisa, "You really know how to satisfy a man first thing in the morning. Best breakfast I've had in years."

Lisa forced a fake smile, "Thanks, Walt." Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She could still feel the ghost of Walter's rough fingers between her legs from moments earlier, and the way her yoga shorts clung to her damp pussy made her acutely aware of how wet she still was……

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