My neighbor Marcus and I have been sharing way more than backyard barbecues and tools for years.
It all started long before he got married. One sweaty summer afternoon, after helping him move some furniture, we ended up drunk, shirtless, and horny. He dropped to his knees in the garage between unpacked boxes, sucked me off clumsily at first, then greedily. I ended up painting his face with thick ropes of cum while he jerked himself furiously until he shot across the concrete floor. Since then, whenever his shift ends early or his wife is out, he sends a single word text: “Up?” I go upstairs. And I fuck him raw—gay, deep anal, no condom—right on the same couch where he later cuddles with her watching movies.
Years later came Valeria, his wife. Blonde, big natural tits, that innocent-yet-slutty smile that screams “fuck me behind his back.” The first time I bred her was in their marital bed, sheets still carrying his scent. Marcus was away on a work trip. She texted me she felt “lonely,” opened the door wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, barely covering her ass. Ten minutes later she was face-down, ass-up, moaning like a whore while I pounded her pussy from behind, the headboard slamming against the wall. I pulled out at the last second and gave her a massive creampie—hot, thick loads deep inside her fertile cunt—while she begged “don’t stop, fill me up.”
Now our schedules are a perfectly depraved dance:
- Monday to Thursday mornings, when Marcus leaves for the factory at 6:30 → I slip in through the back door. Valeria’s already waiting panty-less—either on her knees in the kitchen sucking me sloppy, or bent over the dining table with her legs spread. I fuck her hard and fast, hand over her mouth to muffle the screams of “harder, fuck, breed me harder,” then unload another deep creampie inside her, watching my cum slowly leak out while she trembles.
- Some Thursdays and Fridays, when the factory line shuts down early → Marcus gets home before 4 p.m. He texts: “Here.” I take the service stairs. I find him already naked in the bathroom, bent over the sink, looking back at me in the mirror with that mix of shame and desperate hunger. I spit on his hole, push in slow at first—making him feel every inch of gay anal stretching—then start railing him deep. He moans brokenly, the same sound he only makes when I’m balls-deep in his ass. Sometimes I can still smell her cheap perfume on his neck while I breed him too—no condom, just raw cock pumping cum straight into his guts.
The sickest, hottest part? Neither of them knows.
Valeria begs for my creampies, thinking she’s the only one getting secretly bred. Marcus clenches around my cock and cums hands-free when I growl in his ear, “I’m marking your ass so your wife won’t feel anything different when she rides you tonight.”
Both of them insist: no condom. Both swallow my load or take it deep inside—pussy or ass. Both sleep in the same bed afterward, my cum still warm and leaking from their used holes, completely clueless that the same man is owning them both.
Sometimes, mid-thrust—whether I’m balls-deep in her dripping cunt or buried in his tight ass—I close my eyes and picture the other one walking in. Valeria catching me breeding her husband’s hole. Marcus walking in to see me pumping yet another creampie into his wife. It hasn’t happened yet. But every time I unload in one of them… I feel like the explosion is one load closer.
And the worst—or best—part? I have zero intention of stopping.
