33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (54 page)

"Man, we're going to have to do this more often. Say, you ought to move in with us," he suggested.

"Where would I sleep?" I asked. I don't remember there being a second bedroom.

"Nah man, you'd have the marriage bed. After all, it your baby she's carrying. I'll find somewhere else."

Just as I was about to answer, we all turned our heads as we heard the crack of a twig behind us. Shit.

Knocking up the Neighbor's Wife

Nikita Storm

I heard the vicious peal of thunder just above and looked out the window when I saw it: a blinding flash of light that struck a transformer just in front of my house. Holy shit! Sparks flew everywhere, the lights flickered for just a second and then...silence; all the power in the whole neighborhood shut off, leaving only the pouring rain for sound.

Luckily, I was prepared for just such an eventuality and had my Mag-Lite near me. I went outside to check the damage and saw to my dismay that there were downed wires and snapped poles all along the street. This wasn't going to be a two-hour fix, this was going to take all night or longer. Perfect. Just as I was getting ready to watch the Monday Night football game of the week.

I looked around and saw that we were pretty much in the epicenter of the storm. Dark, ominous clouds hung overhead like evil sentinels, pouring their wrath down upon the land.

Another streak of lightning danced across the sky - too close for comfort - and I prepared myself for the bang of the thunder. When it came, the windows shook and rattled and for a moment, I thought they were going to break. But, luckily, they held.

Just as the thunder rolled past, I heard a high-pitched scream come from the next-door neighbor's house. That's where Katie lived! Katie and Mark had moved into the neighborhood just a few months ago. They had just gotten married and it was their first house. Rumor had it that they were trying to conceive.

I raced over to see what the commotion was, padding through the mud and rain in bare-feet, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. I didn't see any lightning near her house, so I wondered if she had slipped and fallen. When I made it to the door, I saw what the problem was: the last peal of thunder blew out her windows and wind and rain were pouring through.

"Thank God you're here," she sobbed as she opened the door for me. "I was just looking out the windows when they blew."

"Are you hurt?"

She nodded. "A little, but nothing a hot bath can't fix."

Another peal of wicked thunder blew by, knocking more glass off the window.

"Come on," I said, "it's not safe here."

I turned and walked out the door, but realized she wasn't following. "What's the matter?"

She looked downward, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, "I...I can't."

"Why's that?"

"My..." she wiped a tear and turned away from me.

I came up to her and put my large, black arms around her. "What's the matter?" I asked and realized she was crying. I cannot honestly say that I hadn't had bad thoughts about her. She was a very beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with long-flowing golden hair, green eyes and extremely long legs. I'd had many jerking sessions thinking of nothing more than kissing her pouty lips and sliding my cock into her ovulating pussy.

"It's my husband," she said finally, looking into my eyes imploringly.

I looked around and kicked myself, having forgotten all about him. "Is he here?"

She shook her head.

"Then what?" I looked outside and the storm had intensified. We were getting soaked standing here and if we didn't want to get sick, we were going to have to move.

"He's..." she sniffled.

Whatever she was trying to tell me, it was obviously very difficult. I just held her tight as she gathered herself. Her small, lithe body pressed against mine sent my hormones into overdrive. My cock sprung to life and my mind raced with naughty thoughts. I towered over her and when I looked down, I could see half of her breast through her nightie. Oh God.

"He's forbidden me to leave the house without his permission." She began bawling harder.

"What?" I said incredulously. "How in the?" I couldn't fathom what I was hearing. Here was his beautiful wife hurt and needing shelter and because this asshole hasn't given his permission to leave the house, she can't get help. When he gets back, I was going to have to have a "talk" with him. Mano-a-mano. Creep.

She nodded, pressing her face into my chest. I could feel her hot tears leaking through my shirt. "I'm sorry, but I can't disobey him."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why on earth did women put up with these cretins?

"So, you can't go willingly, right?"

She nodded, her green eyes glistening from her tears.

"What about unwillingly?"

"What do you mean?" she stopped crying for a moment and looked up at me hopefully.

"Your husband," I explained, "doesn't want you to leave the house willingly. But what if I grabbed you like this --" I picked her up easily and threw her over my shoulders, "and took you to my house where you can get a bath and warm up by the fire?"

"I don't think he would like it. If I don't struggle, then it's not unwillingly."

Her logic was impeccable. "Then struggle," I smiled as I held her firmly. "Either way, I'm not going to just stand idly by and watch you get hurt."

"Well," she hemmed and hawed, "I guess."

I raced back out into the driving rain, carrying my hundred and thirty pound neighbor like she was a sack of potatoes. I felt her long, smooth legs under my large hands and it thrilled me to know that she was so helpless.

By the time we got back to my place, we were both soaking wet. "I'll run you a bath - but there's only enough hot water for one tub full."

She nodded. "I can't thank you enough," she threw her arms around me. Now that she was out of her prison, she was free. And her demeanor changed radically. It was like a completely new woman.

I wasn't expecting that. I tried to pull away, but the ferocity of her hug left me unable - and unwilling. She smiled for the first time as she kissed me hard on the lips, stirring passions that were probably best left unstirred. I could feel her soft, supple breasts press through her nightie and into my chest. Oh God, this was going to be a long night.

"I don't want to go back," she said resolutely.

I was in the middle of lighting a fire in the fireplace and I almost dropped the poker. "What?"

She shook her head. "You can't make me. He was awful. I've been cooped up in that hell-hole for three long months just because he's so God damn insecure."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. I seriously doubted she had anywhere else to go, so I did what any horny gentleman would do; I offered her to stay at my place.

Her eyes lit up and she jumped up and down. "You'd really do that? You'd let me stay here until I could get on my feet?"

"Well, I have a spare bedroom and if you think you need to..."

I wasn't able to finish my sentence before she practically leaped into my arms. If I had been any slower, I wouldn't have caught her.

"Oh my God!" She squealed as she peppered my face with kisses. "Thank you! How can I ever repay you?"

"Well...uh..." I stammered, not expecting this turn of events.

"Never mind, we'll sort that out later." She jumped out of my arms and began peeling off her clothes.

"Uh...what are you doing?" I wondered as my eyes ravished her body, sending my cock into a euphoric state.

She looked up at me with a frown on her face. "Didn't you say we needed to take a bath to warm us up?"

"Ah," I nodded my head. The use of the words "we" and "us" did not escape my horny brain. Apparently, now that she was away from her restrictive (and perhaps abusive) husband, she was free. For several long, silent moments, I openly stared at her large breasts as she made no move to cover them. They were a bit hard to see with only the light from the cracklin fire, but it was enough to make me want her.

"You like?" She giggled and shook her stacked rack as she saw my reaction to her enormous breasts. I don't know where she had been hiding them all this time.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed once I was able to pick my jaw up off the floor. "Where the hell have you been hiding those?" I couldn't get over the fact we were talking about her boobs as though this were an every day occurrence.

She looked down suddenly, as a tear threatened to fall from her face. "Mark made me wear ugly, baggy clothes. Claims that if I didn't I'd be raped."

"You poor thing," I said, clutching her to my chest. I was very much aware of her bare breasts pressing up against me. "Why don't you warm yourself by the fire while I draw your bath."

She wiped her eyes and nodded.

Alone with my thoughts as I drew the bath, my mind whirled a million miles a second. Was this some kind of dream that I'll find myself waking up from? How was it possible that twelve hours ago I had been slappin it to her memory and now she was sitting in my living room naked as the day she was born? My body burned when her large breasts touched me. Before I had fully come to grips with the situation, the tub had filled with steamy water and it was time to call her in.

"It's ready," I poked my head out of the bathroom door.

There were two storms raging - one inside and one outside as I waited for her. On the one hand, she was married! On the other, he was obviously a controlling douche-bag that needed to be taught a lesson.

"I'm ready."

I looked up from my reverie and nearly had a heart attack. Standing before me was the most beautiful goddess that I had ever seen. She was completely naked and completely unashamed of her body. I could see that she kept herself nice and shaved down there.

"Earth to Steve!" She waved her hand in my face, laughing.

"What? Oh," I said, reluctantly tearing my eyes away from her prize.

"I wish Mark would've looked at me like that..." she sighed heavily.

"You mean..." I licked my suddenly dry lips, "you like me looking at your naked body?"

"Of course," she said without skipping a beat. "You're a very handsome - or shall I say sexy - fellow. You can look all you want."

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, so I just closed it again.

"It's actually good to know that men still find me attractive." She looked up at me hopefully. "You do find me attractive, don't you?"

Holy hell did I! She wasn't tall, but she had long, toned legs, a flat belly and of course a massive chest. Not to mention a very beautiful face that I could easily see gracing the cover of glossy mags.

"Fuck, Katie," I framed her face in my large, black hands and looked into her emerald eyes. "You are the most absolutely stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on." It sounded hokey, but it was the truth.

"You..." she sniffed as tears threatened to spill from her big eyes, "you really think so?"

"Yes, I do," I said, knowing right then and there that I could have her. The question was: should I? "You're bath's ready."

"Okay," she wiped her tears away and slowly stepped into the hot water.

"I'll just be in the living room if you need me," I said, turning for the door.

"Don't go," she implored as she immersed herself in the steaming liquid. "Please. I don't want to be alone right now."

How could I refuse her. Not only was it dark and scary with all the lightning flashing about, but she was - in effect - running away from her abusive boyfriend. There was a good chance that, once he found out she was shacking with me, he was going to try to start some shit. I could handle it. But I could understand her fear.

"All right," I said as I put the toilet seat lid down and sat on the seat, "I'll stay."

"Thank you!" she took my hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "You're the best."

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but she brought my hand down to her breast and didn't make any move to remove it. Touching Katie's breast was beyond unbelievable, it was indescribable. I knew they were real as they were very soft and pliable.

"You can wash them if you'd like," she giggled and splashed water in my direction.

"You don't mind?"

"No," she shook her head. "Like I said, you're a very good-looking guy and - truth be told -" she giggled, "I've had a crush on you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I think you're the reason Mark is so restrictive."

That news hit me like a ton of bricks. My crush had a crush on me? Holy shit balls! This was the most incredible thing that could've ever happened. Most "good" white girls stayed far away from black men - just because of the association alone. With an offer like that, I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Well, to be frank," I said as I reached out my hands to gently grab her breasts, "I've had the hots for you ever since you moved in."

Her eyes widened as she turned to me, causing her breasts to slip out of my grasp. "Really? You've been interested in me?"

I nodded, reacquiring her breasts.

"Then perhaps my husband had a right to worry," she said teasingly as she reached up for a kiss.

I "cleaned" her breasts while we kissed. They were large and soft - like round pillows - and I could envision myself resting my head on them as I fingered her or sucked on her nipples.

"With a firecracker like you, he most definitely had cause to worry," I said as I lathered up my hands with soap and began meticulously "cleaning" her breasts, lingering far longer than required for optimal cleanliness.

I watched her shiver through what I believed was an orgasm. A soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips as my fingers "scrubbed" her nipples to make sure there wasn't a speck of dirt on them.

She turned to me suddenly, her eyes distant. "Did you know that we were trying to conceive?"

I nodded. "Yes, your husband told someone at a party and it spread throughout the neighborhood like dirty gossip."

"Really?" She looked me directly in the eyes. "Do you know why I'm not pregnant right now?"