raw, voyeur-fueled suburban erotica where age gaps, open windows, and secret fantasies bloom behind the hedge. No matter how quiet the neighborhood, someone's always watching - and no wife is ever too old to be stretched wide open one more time.
Chapter 7
Two Loads
Evelyn stepped out of the bathroom still drying her thighs with a soft towel. She’d showered twice but could still feel the warm slick of Jax’s cum trickling out of her when she moved. She caught her own reflection in the hallway mirror — her cheeks still flushed, her chest blotchy with the marks he’d left when he pressed her down on that couch and stretched her open like no man ever had.
Walter sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to fuss with the remote. He looked up, eyes going straight to the soft line of her neck and her robe slipping open over her cleavage.
“Well?” he asked, voice rough. “How’d it go, Evie?”
She laughed — a girlish, breathy sound that made his dick twitch just hearing it. She sat next to him, still dabbing the towel between her thighs. “It was good. So good. It hurt — God, it hurt a little — but in the best way. He bottomed out in me, Walter. All the way. Every inch.”
Walter stared, his hand drifting to the front of his sweatpants. “Damn, Evelyn. You took all that cock?”
She giggled, leaning closer. “I did. Slow. Deep. Oh, baby — you’d have been proud.”
“Damn right,” Walter growled. He didn’t wait — he pulled her back by her hip, the towel slipping to the floor as he pushed her robe open. He kissed her throat, his old cock thickening up faster than it had in years. “Turn over, Evie.”
She laughed, breathless. “Oh, Walter — you like that your wife just got stretched open by that big, young cock?”
“Yes — fuck, yes. It’s so fucking hot,” he groaned, lining himself up and pushing in fast. Evelyn moaned when she felt the first shallow thrust, her legs trembling.
“You looking pretty too, baby,” Walter grunted, fucking her harder. “Bet he gave you a nice, deep fuck, huh?”
“Oh yes… yes, Walter — he did. So big. So thick,” she moaned, her cheek pressed to the pillow. “You feel that? I’m still stretched from him…”
Walter’s hips slammed into her, the old headboard rattling. “I can feel it,” he panted. “This pussy’s been opened up. You proud of yourself?”
Evelyn moaned louder, her nails digging into the sheet. “Oh, yes Walter — I’m proud — I came so hard I shook — he opened me up like no man ever did — oh fuck yes—”
Walter bent over her, voice like gravel at her ear. “Next time I wanna watch you take it. Wanna see you bent over like that with that big cock splitting you.”
Evelyn came at the words alone — her moans turning into a sweet, sloppy mess. “Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—” She clenched around his cock, still dripping Jax’s cum as Walter pumped her hard.
Walter’s hips jerked. “God, Evie— that’s it — take this old load too, baby — fuck—”
He came deep, pulsing inside her until she felt the warmth flood again. She giggled when she caught her breath, twisting under him to look at his sweaty face. “That’s two loads in one night, old man. I never thought I’d get that at our age.”
Walter laughed, pulling her close, his hand still resting on her hip where that other man’s fingerprints had been. “Hell of a woman you are.”
The next afternoon, Evelyn stood at the hedge, roses brushing her arm. Savannah was in a tiny sundress, her hair piled high, cheeks flushed like she already knew.
Evelyn leaned close, her voice soft and wicked. “I told Walter all about it.”
“Oh?” Savannah’s eyes lit up.
Evelyn giggled. “Two loads in one night. That big cock opened me up so good… and then my husband couldn’t get enough. You should have heard him. He said he wants to watch next time.”
Savannah’s grin turned devilish. “Really now? Well… maybe we should set that up. You want him to see you bent over, stretched wide again?”
Evelyn’s hand fluttered at her chest, her pearls still warm against her throat. “Oh, I’d love that.”
Savannah laughed, looping her hair tie around her wrist. “Good. I like seeing you so alive.”
Later that night, Savannah felt it buzzing under her skin. She pulled Jax close, straddling him on their bed with the windows wide open — curtains pulled back so anyone could see if they dared look.
She kissed him long and deep, then slid down between his thighs, tasting him slow, her tongue teasing the thick head. When he groaned, she giggled, pulling him deeper, swallowing every inch.
He flipped her over, spread her wide, and ate her until her thighs shook — then pounded her into the mattress, her loud moans echoing off the walls.
“Yes, yes, give me your cock, baby,” Savannah begged, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck me hard — give me that monster…”
Jax didn’t hold back — he pinned her knees up, fucked her so rough the headboard smacked the wall. When he felt himself tip over, Savannah pushed him back, dropped to her knees on the bed, and sucked him hard, stroking the base until he burst all over her pretty face. She licked him clean, her tongue teasing his balls until he twitched one last time.
“Mm, baby,” she cooed, wiping a drip from her chin. “Good boy.”
Jax laughed, breathless, pressing his hand to her slick cheek. “Damn. Walter wants to watch next time?”
Savannah smirked, crawling up to lay beside him, her g-string hugging her hips. “He does. And I’ll be right there. Watching that sweet old pussy take it. We’ll give them a show they’ll never forget.”
Jax’s cock twitched again — and ten minutes later, Savannah was back on her knees, that big shaft swelling before she milked another load right into her hungry mouth. She looked up at him, lips shiny, eyes wild.
He groaned, sinking his fingers in her hair. “Fuck, you’re hot when you do that.”
She giggled, licking the last drop from his swollen tip. “And that’s why you’re mine.”
Chapter Eight
The Night They’d Never Forget
All week, Savannah and Jax had fucked like they were half-feral — like the walls were paper-thin and they wanted their sweet old neighbors to hear every slap, moan, and gasp.
Savannah loved it — the way Jax pulled her panties aside right there on the kitchen counter, the way she bent over the bathroom sink to catch her own reflection while his thick cock pounded her wet and raw.
Every morning she picked a new set of lace or satin — neon thongs that screamed “fuck me” when they peeked above her shorts, delicate bras that popped open with one tug. Some nights, Evelyn and Walter watched from behind their safe hedge, the faint squeak of old binoculars picking up the show as Savannah took it on the couch, on the floor, even up against the glass.
By the time the weekend came, they’d all built up a hunger no wine could soften. Evelyn and Walter came over early — dressed sweet but with that raw glint in their eyes. Savannah noticed the way Evelyn’s pretty pearl necklace peeked from under her coat, how Walter kept checking the shape of his wife’s hips every time she turned.
Dinner turned to easy, dirty laughter — wine flowing warm, the air thick with that heat only four people who’d tasted each other’s secrets could feel. Savannah sat pressed close to Walter on the small loveseat, her bare shoulder brushing his arm while Jax stretched out on the bigger couch. Evelyn perched next to him, robe slipping to reveal just how little she wore underneath.
When Jax stood up and tugged his pants down, Walter’s eyes went wide — wider than any night behind those binoculars. “Damn,” he rasped, voice low. “Looks even bigger up close.”
Savannah giggled, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “It is. Go on, baby. Show him how you like it.”
Evelyn reached out, her old but pretty fingers wrapping around that thick, heavy shaft. She trembled, a soft smile blooming as she bent over, pearls brushing Jax’s thigh as she kissed the tip. Her lips sealed over it, tongue swirling slow while Walter stared — cock swelling under his jeans. Savannah watched him, her grin turning wicked.
“Good girl,” she murmured, voice thick with pride. “Look at you — so hot sucking that monster cock.”
Walter’s breath caught. “Fuck, Evie. That’s a sight.”
Evelyn pulled back with a wet pop, spit hanging off her chin. She stroked Jax’s length, her thumb sweeping over the fat head as her other hand dipped between her thighs. She spread her knees wider on the couch, one heel digging into the cushion as she touched her dripping slit.
“Walter…” she gasped, voice sticky with heat. “Look at this cock. Look how deep I can take it…” She sucked him again, slow and greedy, her throat catching each inch while Jax’s big hand guided her hair.
Walter’s knuckles whitened where they gripped his cock through his jeans. Savannah leaned closer, her tits brushing his arm — full and perfect under the thin tank top she hadn’t bothered to hide. “Stroke it, old man,” she whispered, laughing when he fumbled to pull his pants down. “You earned this.”
Walter’s eyes flicked to Savannah’s chest — soft and heavy, nipples peeking through the thin lace. “Fuck, you’ve got some tits on you,” he groaned, palm squeezing his shaft.
Savannah grinned, tugging the fabric down so he could see them bare. “Wanna see how wet I am?” she teased. She pushed her panties aside, dipping two fingers between her slick folds, scooping up a string of wet. She smirked, bringing it to Walter’s cock, stroking him slow. “Look at that — see how much this makes me drip? Here, take a little lube from my pussy…”
Walter’s breath caught as her wet fingers stroked him, gliding up his shaft, smearing her sweet slick over his old cock. Evelyn moaned around Jax’s dick, eyes rolling back as she sucked deeper, spit dribbling down her chin.
“Good girl,” Savannah purred. “You like him watching you take it in your throat?”
Evelyn pulled off, gasping. “Yes… fuck… I want him in me now. Missionary first… then doggy…”
Jax grinned, tugging her gently onto her back. The robe fell open — her lace bra pushed up, belly soft and pretty, her thighs spread wide. When Jax lined up, that thick head pressing to her folds, Evelyn’s hand braced on his abs, voice trembling.
“Oh baby… easy… that’s so big… stretch me slow, stretch me deep…”
He pushed in, inch by inch, the stretch making her moan so loud Savannah felt it in her own pussy. Evelyn’s eyes fluttered down — the sight of that fat shaft sliding in and out, her pussy glistening, made her hips roll up to meet him.
“That’s beautiful…” she whimpered. “Oh fuck — look at that — that’s beautiful… oh my god, I’m really taking it… fuck — Walter, you see this? I’m getting opened wide…”
Walter’s cock pulsed in Savannah’s slick grip. He couldn’t tear his eyes away — the sound of his wife’s sloppy pussy taking every inch made him stroke faster, his chest heaving. Savannah laughed low, teasing him. “That’s it… stroke for her. Look how wet she is — you did this for her.”
The couch creaked with every deep push — Evelyn’s old pussy now gushing, soaking Jax’s cock and her own thighs. Savannah slipped her hand back under her panties, moaning as her fingers flicked her clit.
“Oh baby, you’re gorgeous,” Walter rasped. “God, look at you… taking it so deep…”
Evelyn’s voice cracked on a whimper. “It feels so good — oh fuck, so deep — stretch me more, baby…”
Savannah tugged her panties aside, showing Walter the soft pink between her thighs. “See this? All this pussy juice because your wife’s such a good slut for him.” She dipped her fingers again, wiped more slick over his shaft. “Go on — keep stroking. Get ready.”
Jax flipped Evelyn to her knees, her ass high, back arched so pretty her pearls slid over her shoulder. He slid in again, that wet slap echoing, each stroke pushing her hips forward.
“Ohhh fuck, Walter…” she sobbed. “It’s so deep — it’s stretching me — oh God, it’s so good…”
Savannah’s fingers moved faster, her tits bouncing as she moaned. Walter panted, his cock shiny with her pussy slick.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Evelyn wailed, her pussy clenching. “It’s so big, so deep — fuck me — oh fuck — harder — open me up — yes!”
Walter’s eyes glazed, his fist pumping faster. Savannah laughed breathless, leaning over, her lips at his ear. “Not yet, old man. Put it in her mouth. Give her two.”
Walter stumbled up, cock bobbing, pressing to Evelyn’s lips. She opened for him, moaning around the head even as Jax slammed her hips back, that wet slap louder with each thrust.
Her eyes fluttered as both cocks filled her — the stretch, the heat, the sloppy sounds. Her whimpers turned wild, hips jerking when she came again — so raw and so hard her thighs quivered, spit dribbling from her lips.
When Jax’s breath hitched, Evelyn pushed back. “Flood me… please baby, fill me up — Walter, cum for me too…”
It all broke at once — Jax’s thick cock buried to the hilt, pumping a flood of cum deep inside her, while Walter groaned, his old balls tightening as he spurted over her tongue. Evelyn choked on him, swallowing every drop, her moans rolling through her chest as she shook under both men.
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They lay spent for a moment — the soft glow of Savannah’s lamp brushing over their sweat and flush. Savannah giggled, wiping a smear of cum from Evelyn’s cheek, her hand trailing gently down her belly.
“You got your dream, huh baby?” she whispered, voice warm, sweet, wicked.
Evelyn laughed, breathless, glowing in her pearls. “Oh, God… thank you. You made me feel alive again.”
Walter leaned over, kissing her shoulder, chest still heaving. “You look beautiful, Evie. Fucking beautiful.”
Savannah tucked her hair behind her ear, slipping her panties back up her soft hips. “Well,” she purred, “if you ever want to feel young again… you know where to ask. We might just make you feel this good again.”
Jax smirked, still half-hard, brushing a lazy kiss to Savannah’s thigh. Evelyn giggled, her hand sliding over Walter’s as they sank into the couch — four warm bodies, sweat, cum, and secrets humming between them like the sweetest summer promise.
Outside, the hedge swayed gentle in the breeze — the perfect cover for a street where every window had a story, and every neighbor was just one crack of the curtains away from feeling young again.