Chapter 50 Anal Sex With My Gay Neighbor 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
CHRIS'S POV
“What is this about?” Amelia asked, even as she slurped on her drink, her gaze fixed on mine above the glass.
I rounded the table, coming to rest my hands on her shoulders as I began to pepper kisses down her neck.
Her head tilted to the side, allowing me more area to suck on. “Is this what this is about? Some sweet dinner so you can impress me?”
I nibbled at the skin, my voice muffled. “What are you talking about? Of course not.”
Lies.
That was exactly what this was about. It felt like I was being cock blocked in my own house. Amelia always had something to do when I tried to initiate sex and when I talked to her about it, she got mad and cursed me.
You couldn't blame me for trying something different.
Her hands were still cradled around her glass, clearly unaffected by what I was doing and irritation bubbled in my chest.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Trying to keep down the irritation and disappointment, I gently took the glass from her, dropping it to the table before spinning her chair around to face.
Her lips pulled down into a frown. “What are youㅡ”
“Shhh.” I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the sweet taste of the wine that lingered in her mouth while trying to ignore the aching tent growing in my pants.
It had been so fucking long.
Surprisingly, she didn't push me away, she let me lift her up and turn her around, pressing her down on the table. “You're so pretty.”
She scoffed, the sound disgusted but it did nothing to deter me. “Do we really have to right now? It's not like you can do anything good anyways.”
Something about her words tugged at my heart strings as shame filled me.
She didn't love me. I was only realizing that after two years of getting married to her. I saw a future with herㅡ she didn't. She was only here because I could sponsor her luxury lifestyle and she had let me know that every single fucking day.
Not allowing me to touch her, making remarks about how useless I was. It hurt. More than it should. But I just needed someone to love me, was that so wrong?
Pushing aside the thoughts of her words, I pulled her skirt up, not bothering to make any comments on her hateful words. “Just…let me.”
Her pert ass was staring right up at me and I softly massaged it, using a hand to pull down her panties while the other was used to fish out my erect dick which was already leaking precum at the thought of sex after so long.
My gaze dropped to her ass holeㅡ tight and tempting. I had never fucked her there. Ever. But I wanted to. That was the whole reason why I did all this tonight.
My gaze darkened as I guided the head of my cock to her glistening pussy, smearing the thick head with some of her juices before I took a deep breath behind.
Lord, help me.
Then I pointed towards her asshole and slammed in, groaning at the tight heat that enveloped me.
Amelia? She didn't take it the same way.
She screamed, the sound like a haunting chill throughout the house and elbowed me, forcing me to stumble back and fall, my dick hanging in the open air.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” She yelled, her face contorted in sheer rage.
My eyes were wide. “I… I don't…”
“Who said you could fucking do that? You bastard piece of shit! Disgusting animal! I always knew you were disgusting but anal? You're a fucking creep for that. Stupid man.”
Creep?
I struggled to my feet, adjusting my trousers as I looked at her with overwhelming sadness. Why did she always have to make me feel like the villain?
“Amelia, I'm sayingㅡ”
“Get out! I don't want to see your disgusting face tonight. Anal sex is absolutely disgusting and you're even more disgusting for thinking I want that with you!” She spat, grabbing her purse and storming into the room.
I couldn't do this anymore.
Tears stung at my eyes as I walked out the house, walking down the pathway to the peaceful backstreets right behind our neighborhood.
At least, no one would be there to bother me and I needed some time to just fucking thing and breathe.
My breaths were shaky exhales and I took a deep breath of the cool evening sky, the place becoming dark.
I wasn't the problem for wanting something from my wife. I wasn'tㅡ
“What are you doing out here?” A familiar voice sounded behind me and I froze.
Fuck no.
Not now.
I spun on my heels to see Brian. The next door neighbor who was also my secret distraction. And the reason I needed to sink my cock into someone's ass. I've always wanted to bend him over and take him but I couldn't. Because we were just neighbors and fucking married.
But it never stopped me from looking at his perky ass in shorts each time he came out.
“Yeah well…” I looked away, ignoring my dick that stirred in my shorts.
He approached me, his blond hair glinting in the setting sunlight. “Amelia again?”
I gave him a sad smile. “I guess the whole neighborhood now knows that my wife won't let me touch her, hm?”
“You're not exactly quiet. I could hear the conversations.”
Silence reigned between us for a bit and I resisted the urge to ask him why he was still here. It was getting late but he was showing no signs of leaving.
I needed to think and definitely not about fucking him.
“So…anal sex?”
My heart caught in my throat and I bit my lip. “What? Also wanna make fun of me?”
His eyes were dark as he took a step closer, my heart pounding in my ribcage as he stood in front of me. “Quite the opposite… you know, Chris…” His hand reached down to cup my dick in my shorts and I almost had a heart attack. “I would let you fuck my ass if you got the courage to ask.”
Holy shit.
I watched him slowly sink to his knees in the lonely alleyway, his gaze fixed on me.
Brian was on his knees. And he was pulling my dick out.
This had to be a fucking dream.
His tongue swirled around the head of my cock. “Let me show you what you've been missing.”