The Guy Next Door is Banging Your Husband: Part 2 (Patreon)

Hi guys, hope you all had a great Christmas (if you celebrate it) and a good start to the new year.

Here's part two of my latest story. This bit might not be up everyone's alley, because it revolves around the bull in the story being bi rather than gay - and I notice from the comments on part one that there's at least two followers who are more keen to see a gay bull than a bi one. 

So I'm really keen for your comments on this section. Should it stay? Should it be reworked to make the story a strictly men only zone? (I am a bit hesitant about that option, because it's the assumption that the neighbour's straight that makes the cuck protagonist not threatened by his husband hanging out with him). Or should I ditch this part all together? Feel free to comment and/or upvote others' comments on it. Thanks!

We have a hot tub that we got not long after we moved in, so maybe a bit over a year ago. We’d originally intended to wait till we’d fixed up the outdoor area, put down pavers, landscaped, the whole bit. But we knew that with the amount of work this house needed, inside and out, that we’d be waiting a long time — and that we’d probably have no money left for a hot tub by the time we got to that point. So in a moment of impulsiveness we’d decided to go for it and just buy it.

It was worth it on nights like these. It had been a hot day, and it was still a relatively warm night, but it had cooled down enough that we could just sit there enjoying the heat of the water and the contrast of the cool night air on our faces. We’d been painting all day, and I was sore, and the heat of the water melted away the aches in my muscles as I stared up at the cloudless night sky.

We’d been sitting there, the two of us, silently, when I heard a noise: a high-pitched, wordless cry. At first I thought it was a bird — we had a local owl in the trees somewhere near us that we could hear hooting on still nights like this one, and occasionally I heard other nocturnal birds that I didn’t recognise. But when I heard it the second time I was sure it was no bird.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Conrad.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me. “Huh?”

“That noise.”

“Huh?”

We sat there silently for a few seconds waiting before I heard it again. Longer this time, a squeal. “There. Did you hear it?”

Conrad nodded. “Neighbour’s dog?” he speculated.

There it went again. This time though, I could tell it sounded human. Someone — a woman — crying out. Coming from the direction of the back of the garden, towards Freddie’s place. “Shit, that’s a person!” I whispered.

For one brief moment I thought that maybe someone was in trouble. But then I heard it again, and then again a second later: a yelp that sounded almost pained, but not quite. That’s when the penny dropped and I realised what it was I was hearing.

Conrad seemed to have come to the same realisation, because I saw a grin spread over his face.

Now the voice was crying out, moaning, in a steady rhythm. “It’s coming from Freddie’s place,” I said, careful to keep my voice down in case it travelled towards Freddie’s bedroom window as well as it travelled away from it.

“She’s enjoying herself,” Conrad observed.

She really was. I wondered if she or Freddie realised just how clearly audible their sex was.

“I guess that settles that he’s straight,” I said.

“He’s really giving it to her,” Conrad said.

It was true. By now she was really making some noise, a string of yelps that was almost turning into one long wail. I pictured the pounding she must be getting, pictured Freddie pile driving her, those big muscles of his flexing each time he pumped his cock in. It turned me on a little, I couldn’t deny it.

I looked over at Conrad, wondering if it was having the same effect on him. He glanced back at me, and for a moment it looked like he was weighing something up in his head. Then he leaned towards me and kissed me. Slowly, his lips lingering on mine as he pulled away. I instantly recognised the meaning behind the stare he was giving me; I leaned in and kissed him back, and this time neither of us broke away. Conrad ran a hand down my chest; I focused on the sensation of him, and the sound of the sex coming from next door.

I moved my body closer to him, swivelled around and swung a leg over to straddle him. When I lowered myself down I could feel how hard he was. I ground my ass against his cock.

“Should we go inside?” I whispered.

“No.” He shook his head. “Right here.” He stood up, his erect cock emerging from the water. He sat on the rim of the hot tub, grabbed my face and pushed my mouth down onto his cock. I could taste the combination of chlorine and salty precum on his cock as I blew him.

I reached down and started to play with my own cock under the water. It was so fucking intense, the thrill of having my husband force his cock in my mouth, along with the sound of fucking coming from next door. In amongst the moans of the woman I could hear the occasional grunt and sigh in a lower voice, and it just got me more and more worked up as I pictured being in the room watching that stud fuck with a kind of force I could probably never manage. I could feel that Conrad was getting closer and closer to climaxing too, because he held my head tight in place to make sure I couldn’t stop blowing him for even a second. I felt him clench. “Oh,” he half-groaned, half-whispered. “Fuck, I’m going to cum babe.” I sucked harder, forming a vacuum with my mouth as though a could physically suck the cum right out of him.

The noise next door had worked into a fast, relentless rhythm: the deep grunts as Freddie pumped his cock and the high-pitched yelp of his girl as he hit the spot inside her. Being able to hear Freddie so clearly now made me feel like I was going to lose control any second. Conrad’s hand clenched and gripped the back of my head so hard it would have hurt if I wasn’t so consumed by the sensation of orgasm building up inside of me. Suddenly, with an almost anguished moan of release, Conrad unloaded. I felt my mouth fill up with the warmth of his cum, and I held it there for a second or two to enjoy the taste and sensation before I swallowed it down.

I was literally only a second or two from unloading myself. I stood up and leaned over the side of the hot tub just in time, clutching my cock and jerking out a load that landed in droplets on the stone pavers. I may have been horny beyond belief, but I had my wits about me enough to know I didn’t want to have to empty out the whole tub to clean out my spunk.

I stood there for a bit in the cool air, catching my breath and letting my cock deflate in my hand. Conrad was grinning at me, pleased with himself. The sounds of Freddie and his girl fucking, which had seemed like they were about to reach a climax themselves, had now settled into a steady rhythm; obviously the guy could keep going for a while. The rush of Conrad and I silently getting off to the sound of Freddie fucking was exhilarating, but at the same time I felt a little embarrassed to have got so aroused by hearing the neighbour fuck, especially when it was straight sex. “Should we go inside?” I asked quietly.

Conrad shrugged. “I could stay out here a bit longer,” he said.

I settled back into the water, wondering how long it would take for the two of us to get hard again.