My neighbor went on a trip

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Our neighbors, John and Wenda, won a free trip to Las Vegas, and they asked me to look after their cats while they were away, feeding them and such. My wife, Phyllis, was also out of town visiting relatives, and I had nothing else to do, so I agreed. John gave me a key to his front door, took me to see the cattery, explained everything, and then left with his wife.
The next day, when I went to their house to feed the cats for the first time, I saw a large portrait of Wenda hanging in their bedroom. It suddenly occurred to me that John was a big fan of photography. So, a woman as alluring and sexy as Wenda, John must have taken many nude photos of her. Thinking this, I quickly finished feeding the cats and started searching their house, upstairs and downstairs.
After about an hour, I finally found what I was looking for—three large photo albums and eight videotapes, well hidden on top of a cupboard in their bedroom. I took everything I found home, wanting to get a good look at Wenda's provocative naked body hidden under her clothes.
It was truly eye-opening; I never imagined John and Wenda could be so lewd. The photo album contained hundreds of nude photos of Wenda, many close-ups of John inserting various objects into her vagina and anus—beer cans, wine bottles, candles, Polish sausages, and dildos of all shapes and sizes. There were also photos of the couple having sex, clearly taken by John using a tripod and a remote or timer.
My favorite photo was one of John with his penis inserted into his wife's anus, Wenda's head buried in a large pillow, smiling at the camera lens. That photo made me swell—incredibly hard. Then my attention was drawn to the videotapes, through which I learned more about my neighbors. The
first image on the first tape showed three penises inserted into Wenda's body, but none of them were her husband John's. I counted carefully; in the first videotape, Wenda had sex with 31 different men, each time with three men raping her. These scenes made my blood boil; I masturbated incessantly while watching until I couldn't ejaculate anymore.
Because I had to go to work and other things to do, it took me two whole days to finish this six-hour videotape. It seemed I wouldn't be able to watch the remaining seven videotapes before John and Wenda returned. So, I quickly copied all the tapes and hid them in a secret place at home, intending to watch them later.
When I took the photo albums and videotapes from John's house, I marked their original locations so I could put them back exactly as they were without them noticing. I thought that after watching these things, whenever I saw Wenda again, I would inevitably get an erection, even if she was wearing a baggy bathrobe and had curling irons all over her head.
When John and his wife returned from their trip, I finished watching one and a half videotapes, and that half-finished tape drove me absolutely crazy. It was footage of Wenda engaging in group sex with men; a total of 14 men were gang-raping her repeatedly. These men included Black, Latino, Asian, and white men, who kept inserting penises of various colors and sizes into Wenda's mouth, vagina, and anus, wantonly raping her.
The most stimulating and unforgettable scene on that tape was two penises simultaneously thrusting in and out of her vagina and anus, two penises being manipulated in her hands, and two men standing in front of her, taking turns inserting their penises into her mouth. Watching such scenes, my penis felt like it was going to explode, and the constant masturbation and ejaculation made my penis extremely painful, so painful that I dared not touch it. So I had to turn off the videotape and let my penis rest.
Phyllis will be back soon, and every time she returns home after a while, she's incredibly excited and horny, always wanting me to fuck her non-stop. So I need to let my penis rest to satisfy her desires. Generally, Phyllis wants me to fuck her three to four times every night for the first two or three weeks after she comes back from visiting relatives, and I think this time will be no exception.
After Phyllis comes back, I won't have a chance to watch those videotapes until she goes to a friend's house on Thursday for the weekly bridge tournament, at which point I finally get to watch the group sex video of Wenda. That night, as soon as Phyllis got home, I immediately pinned her down on the hallway floor and fucked her wildly until we were both exhausted.
Because we fucked so wildly and were so tired that night, I had to take a sick day the next morning. Around 10 a.m., Phyllis said she was going out to buy something and left home. As soon as she left, I immediately took out Wenda's videotape, put it in the VCR, and started watching it.
This was another group sex video. The first scene showed nine men undressing. As I watched, I thought that if this one was as exciting as the last, I'd have sex with Phyllis as soon as she got home, just like yesterday. The camera zoomed in from the doorway to the stairwell, where an elegant woman slowly descended the stairs. The camera focused on her sexy stockings, alluring high heels, and exposed vulva. Finally, the camera zoomed in on her face—Phyllis was posing lewdly as she walked down the stairs.
I sat there in shock, watching my wife slowly walk down the stairs into the midst of the naked men waiting for her. The ravenous men immediately reached out, some rubbing her nipples, some pinching her buttocks, some pulling her into their arms and kissing her lips. Phyllis, meanwhile, laughed and let the men grope her, reaching out to grab their already erect penises.
After a few moments of teasing, Phyllis walked to a chair in the middle of the room, picked up a hat from the chair, put it on, and sat down. Then, the nine men lined up and tore off small slips of paper from their hats. Once each man had received a slip, Phyllis took off her hat and tossed it aside. A very tall Black man then approached her and handed her a slip of paper.
From the footage, it was clear that the slips indicated the order in which the men had gang-raped Phyllis. She looked up at the Black man with a smile, stood up, and made him sit in the chair. Then she knelt before him and began sucking his penis and rubbing his testicles. After a while, Phyllis's bright red, sensual lips tightly gripped the thick, Black penis; I knew he had definitely ejaculated in her mouth.
A few minutes later, Phyllis spat out the man's penis, stood up, turned around, and slowly sat on the man's lap, inserting his still-erect penis into her vagina. At this moment, another man walked up to her and handed her a note. Phyllis took the note, glanced at it, smiled at the man, and then opened her mouth to let him insert his penis. She held onto the man's buttocks with both hands, letting him thrust into her mouth forcefully, while her body moved up and down, causing the black man's penis to pump in and out of her vagina.
In the video footage, several other men in the room also surrounded Phyllis, rubbing and pinching her nipples and buttocks, blocking the camera's angle. Then John—I'm sure John had been filming them—said something to the men, and they finally made way for him to continue filming their actions.
A few minutes later, I saw a trickle of white liquid flow down Phyllis's lip; her throat bobbed as she swallowed the semen the man had ejaculated into her mouth. At that moment, the black man riding beneath her must have ejaculated into her vagina, because she got up and let another man take his place in the chair, then she sat on top of him. Simultaneously, another man came to her and shoved his penis into her mouth.
About five minutes later, the two men ejaculated into Phyllis's vagina and mouth one after the other. She then stood up from the chair and lay down on an inflatable mattress on the floor beside her. At this point, the most lewd and stimulating act of gang rape and group sex officially began. The nine men in the room took turns on top of Phyllis, thrusting violently before continuously ejaculating into her vagina and anus. The scene was both heartbreaking and stimulating to watch.
Seeing the semen continuously gushing from my wife's vagina and anus, I secretly hoped she had taken precautions, but I didn't see her use a diaphragm, a sedative, or spermicide. I guessed she hadn't taken birth control pills either. In that case, I could only pray that she didn't get pregnant, especially not with a Black child.
Throughout the group sex, Phyllis was usually being penetrated by two men simultaneously, one in her vagina and another in her anus. Sometimes, even three men were at it at the same time, simultaneously penetrating her vagina, anus, and mouth—the scene was incredibly intense, stimulating, and lewd.
Judging from the recording time of the videotape, it was filmed on a Thursday night one year ago, which should have been the time she went out to play bridge with her girlfriend. In the video, Phyllis had been fucked by each man at least three times, yet a third of the tape was still left. Suddenly, I heard a noise from my garage; Phyllis must have returned. I quickly gathered the tape and ran down to the basement to hide it.
I have to admit, seeing my wife being gang-raped by so many men was incredibly arousing; my penis was as hard as when I watched the video of Wenda being fucked. But that wasn't Wenda; it was my wife, my wife of seven years, my faithful and virtuous wife. How could this woman I truly love, who professed her love for me every day, do such a lewd thing?
How could she, after doing such a lewd thing, come home and tell me she truly loves me and never wants to leave me? From the time shown in that video until now, how many times has she done that?
When she visits her parents twice a year, does she spend all her time there? She used to use excuses like attending Tupperware and Avon cosmetics promotions, or helping a friend choose a wedding dress—were those true?
I have many things to consider, but right now, all I want to do is run upstairs and fuck Phyllis until she can't walk anymore. Then, something else occurred to me: every time Phyllis comes home, whether she's been out with friends or attending an event, she's incredibly excited and immediately starts having sex with me. Could it be that she does this because of some special psychological need?
Then, I thought about myself. I always thought my sex life with Phyllis was very fulfilling, but now I suddenly wonder if I haven't fully satisfied her needs, leading her to seek more exciting and pleasurable sexual partners? I mean, she definitely didn't immediately embrace group sex; she probably had one or more lovers first.
Lost in thought, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Turning around, I saw Phyllis standing there, dressed in incredibly sexy clothes. Her thigh-high stockings, tight skirt, high heels, and the bra that barely covered her breasts, all exuded allure.
"What are you thinking about hiding here? I can see your dick is rock hard,"
Phyllis asked.
I stood there, looking at Phyllis's incredibly sexy body and alluring face, feeling incredibly excited. I knew that no matter which man she wanted to fuck, or how many men she wanted to fuck, I would agree. Like a madman, I swept everything off the workbench, picked up Phyllis, pressed her against it, and quickly stripped her naked. Right there on that rough, cold workbench, we fucked each other wildly.
Then, we went back upstairs to the bedroom and continued fucking again and again. I simply couldn't pull myself out of her body, while she used her lips, tongue, and fingers to harden my limp, almost impossible-to-get-alive penis again and again, urging me to penetrate her vagina, anus, and mouth repeatedly, continuing that deadly fucking battle.
Each time I couldn't get an erection, Phyllis would look at me with seductive eyes, teasing me while saying, "Come on, please, my baby, let's do it again."
Whenever she said that, I would picture her sitting on that black man, thrusting up and down desperately, and my penis would involuntarily harden.
Finally, the exhausting weekend was over, and on Monday morning, I ran out of the house like I'd escaped hell. It seemed the only time I could rest was during work.
Thursday night, on my way home from work, I turned onto a side street not far from my house, sat in the car, and called Phyllis on my phone to tell her I might be home late because of overtime. Half an hour later, I saw Phyllis come out of her house, drive away in her car. I quietly followed her, watching her drive around the neighborhood, then turn into a dead end, park the car, and walk towards the main street.
I figured I roughly knew where she was going, so I quickly drove home. Standing by my kitchen window, I indeed saw Phyllis walk through John and Wenda's backyard and enter their house through the back door.
Seeing that it was completely dark, I changed into a black coat and decided to spy on John's house.
However, after circling John's house twice, I couldn't find a place to peek inside. Having no other option, I went back home and took out the videotape I hadn't finished watching last time to continue watching.
The repetition of pornographic images can sometimes become tedious, and perhaps some people would feel the same way about Phyllis's sex tape. But for me, the scene of her being gang-raped became more and more stimulating the more I watched it, because the woman in the video was my wife—my Phyllis—being gang-raped by so many large penises made me feel both incredibly excited and heartbroken.
I could watch such scenes endlessly. During the viewing, my penis remained extremely engorged and erect, but I controlled myself, refraining from touching it. I wanted to wait for Phyllis to return before making full use of it.
Around 10:30 PM, I heard Phyllis's car pull up in the driveway in front of my house. When she came in, I was already in bed. "Haha, great, you're still awake. I was worried you were already asleep, and I'd have to wake you up,"
Phyllis said, laughing as she entered the bedroom.
She climbed into bed and hugged me tightly. A fresh scent of soap emanated from her; I knew she had washed herself before coming home. However, her vulva was still very wet and slippery, and I couldn't help but ask her, "Why is your vagina so wet every time you come back from playing bridge with your girlfriends?"
"Hey, you don't know," she replied, "those crazy women talk about their husbands, boyfriends, and lovers while they're playing bridge, talking about how big, long, and thick their dicks are, how their vaginas are sucked by those men, and how they're fucked to the point of ecstasy. Tell me, how could I not get excited after hearing such lewd talk? That's why I'm always in a rush to come home and fuck you."
Actually, I knew what she was really doing outside, so feeling the semen left by other men in her vagina made me particularly excited. I had sex with her four times before I had to force myself to stop because I had to go to work the next day.
Now, my initial anger at her betrayal has transformed into the fear of losing her. Now, although she still acts as if I'm her only man (even though I know I'm not), I've accepted the reality that she's a slut, and consider her my slut.
But I don't want to hide in the closet and spy on her having sex with other men, nor do I want to participate in her orgys. Just knowing what she's doing and that she's rushing home to fuck me afterward is enough for me.
I still have a few videotapes I haven't watched, and I really hope to see more of Phyllis having orgys with other men. If not, I'll try to sneak into John and Wenda's house again to see if they have any new videos. Maybe in six months, I can figure out how to stage some kind of contest so John and Wenda win again and go on another trip to Las Vegas. That way, they'll ask me to look after their cat again.

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