Tomi's guide to bed wetting

SATED 2

The days after Chloe caught us felt surreal. Every time I saw her waving from her driveway or Marcus mowing the lawn, my stomach flipped with a mix of terror and raw want. I kept replaying how her mouth had felt on my c**t while he f****d me, how they’d both zeroed in on my body like I was the only thing that mattered. What kind of woman lets her neighbors turn her into their toy? I’m supposed to be Daniel’s faithful wife, not some desperate slut getting double-teamed next door. But the ache between my legs never let me forget how good it felt.

I did try to be good. I wore the long dresses, prayed with Daniel at dinner, even initiated a chaste kiss one night. He patted my shoulder and quoted, “Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled.” I smiled sweetly and zipped up any part of me hoping he'd ever want to.

But the pull was too strong.

On a rainy Saturday evening, Daniel was in the living room, enjoying his solitude. Chloe had texted me earlier — a simple “Back door. 8pm. Wear something easy to lose.” My hands shook as I slipped out after telling Daniel I was just stepping next door to get some sugar.

I wore a thin, oversized button-up shirt of Daniel’s (ironic, I know) with nothing underneath. The rain had made the fabric cling to my breasts, n*****s already stiff from nerves and the cool air.

Marcus opened the back door, pulling me inside quickly. Chloe was right behind him in the dim kitchen, wearing a silky robe that was almost loose. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

“There’s our pretty neighbor,” Chloe purred, stepping close and kissing me softly, her tongue teasing mine. “We’ve been talking about you all week, you know. I couldn't wait to taste you again.”

Marcus locked the door and came up behind me, hands sliding under the shirt to cup my bare ass. “Daniel’s home, hmmm?”

I nodded, breath already shaky. “He thinks I’m just borrowing sugar. This is crazy… what if he comes looking?”

“That’s what makes it fun,” Marcus growled, nipping my ear. “Now be a good girl and let us spoil you.”

They didn’t waste time.

Chloe led me to their spacious living room couch. She unbuttoned the shirt slowly, kissing every inch of skin she exposed. When my breasts spilled free, she moaned appreciatively and latched onto one n****e, sucking and biting while her hand kneaded the other. Marcus dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my thighs wide on the couch.

“Look at this pretty p***y already dripping for us,” he murmured, then buried his face between my legs. His tongue swiped from my entrance to my c**t, sucking the swollen nub into his mouth while three fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly.

I gasped loudly, then bit my lip hard. Daniel is literally thirty feet away. If I moan too much… The thought only made me wetter.

Chloe switched to my other breast, sucking harder, teeth grazing just right while her free hand rolled my neglected n****e. “Shhh, not too loud, baby.”

Marcus ate me like he was addicted. Sloppy, noisy licks and sucks, fingers pumping faster. Chloe kissed down my stomach and joined him, her tongue flicking my c**t while Marcus’s tongue pushed inside me. Two mouths on my p***y at once — licking, sucking, sharing my honey. I gripped the couch cushions, thighs trembling, trying desperately not to cry out.

When I came the first time, it hit like a wave. My hips bucked, p***y clenching and gushing as they kept licking through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering and over sensitive.

They flipped me onto all fours on the wide couch.

Marcus knelt behind me, rubbing his thick c**k up and down my soaked slit before sliding in deep with one smooth thrust. “f**k, still so tight for me,” he groaned, starting a steady, deep rhythm that made my breasts sway heavily.

Chloe slid underneath me on her back, positioning her face right under my chest. She sucked one swinging breast into her mouth hard, then the other, alternating while her hands roamed my body. Every time Marcus thrust forward, my n****e popped deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

“Such perfect t**s,” Chloe moaned against my skin, sucking greedily, leaving red marks I’d have to hide later. “Bounce them for us, Ella. Let me feel how heavy they are while he f***s you.”

I was lost. Marcus pounded harder, one hand slapping my ass lightly, the other reaching around to rub my c**t. Chloe kept worshipping my breasts — sucking, licking, biting gently — while whispering filthy encouragement: “That’s it… take his c**k like a good slut. c*m all over him while I suck these pretty nipples.”

The dual attention was overwhelming. My second orgasm built fast. Marcus’s c**k dragging over my g-spot with every thrust, Chloe’s mouth sending sparks straight to my core. I came again, harder, muffling my cry by burying my face in the couch pillow as my walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

Marcus groaned but didn’t stop. He pulled out suddenly, and Chloe eagerly took his place, flipping me onto my back and straddling my face while Marcus slid back inside me.

“Ride her tongue, baby,” Marcus told his wife as he f****d me deep and slow now, savoring it. Chloe ground her wet p***y against my mouth, moaning softly as I licked and sucked her c**t, tasting her arousal mixed with my own from earlier.

They worked in perfect sync, Marcus’s thick c**k stretching and filling me, Chloe’s hips rocking on my face, her hands still playing with my breasts, pinching and rolling my n*****s. I felt completely owned, completely focused on. Their shared attention made me feel filthy and cherished at the same time.

This is so wrong yet feels so good… I’m licking another woman while her husband f***s me senseless.

When Marcus sped up again, slamming deep, I came a third time shaking, moaning into Chloe’s p***y. She followed soon after, thighs clamping around my head as she flooded my mouth with her release. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and groaned low, pulsing hot c*m deep inside me, filling me until it leaked out around his c**k.

We collapsed in a sweaty, panting tangle on the couch. Chloe kissed me softly, tasting herself on my lips, while Marcus stroked my hair.

“You’re addictive, Ella,” Chloe whispered. “We both want you again… soon.” Next time, you're sucking my n*****s, she added. My gum tingled in anticipation.

Marcus helped me clean up quickly with a warm cloth, then buttoned Daniel’s shirt back on me. c*m was still slowly dripping down my thighs as I slipped out the back door into the rain.

Back home, I composed myself in the hallway mirror — flushed cheeks, messy hair smoothed down, innocent smile plastered on.

Daniel looked up from his Bible when I walked in with the “sugar” I’d never actually borrowed.

“You were gone a while,” he said mildly. “Everything alright next door?”

I laughed lightly, the sound bright and cheerful, even as Marcus’s c*m continued to leak warmly down my leg under the shirt.

“Oh, you know Chloe, we got chatting about recipes,” I said sweetly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

He nodded, satisfied, and went back to reading.

I sat across from him, thighs pressed together to keep from dripping on the chair, my body still tingling from being the complete center of their hungry focus.

Inside, the guilt twisted with dark excitement.

They wanted me again.

And no matter how hard I tried to zip it away… I already knew I’d go back.