Welcome, welcome! Steph & Pearly here with our collab *finally*
It's nasty, and filthy -FILTH, and everything our little dark hearts desire.
Proceed with caution, because the name of this fic stands for a warning, after all.
This fic is also unbeta'd, so all mistakes are our own. It's just a little fun side-project for the both of us that we've been working on for a really long time now.
xo
littleashes17 & PearlyFox
1.
The sun is long gone by the time I park my Jaguar on the driveway. Although this is my house, I've never been here before. She felt the need to buy a new house, go bigger instead of enjoying the luxury and solitude of our penthouse condo.
Light grey cobblestones wind up to the modest, two-story house. The outside is the fucking color match for the stones, too.
It's suburbia, and although I hate it, I had to admit it's going to be fucking nice not to wake up at the crack of dawn in order to make it to the office in time.
I have no desire to meet any of the neighbors, so when I see someone turn on their porch lights, I avert my gaze, get out of the car while I stare at my illuminated phone screen — I pretend. I always fucking do.
How the fuck the housewives of the world stomach stuffing their noses into other people's business at all hours of the day, is beyond me.
I dodge a 'hi, neighbor', by slamming the door shut — confining myself in my new, suburban prison.
As I walk inside, I cringe at the amount of greige and beige Tanya chose for the place. The generic decor makes my eyes burn. I long for more, something darker, dubious. I need it.
I call my wife when I get inside. She's with doctors without borders — Somalia, or something like that. I don't care where she is, I pretend I do. She's not coming home soon, anyway.
Five minutes after midnight I sit on the dark porch, lights out except for the ones in the master bedroom, upstairs — middle window. I clutch a crystal glass of Glenfiddich, single malt, no ice. Diluting this kind of rich delicacy with plain water should be a fucking crime.
Just when I think this is the most Sesame Street-ish street I've ever seen—complete with garden gnomes and the occasional stray cat, I see her.
She's across the street, throwing out her garbage. The bin clatters when she shuts it again and her flip-flops smash against the soles of her feet when she walks back inside, huddled in a big peacoat, bare legs and a whirlwind of long, dark hair.
Once she's back inside, the light in her living room goes on. She's got sheer curtains that work to my advantage. It shows me everything without her being able to see me.
Silly girl, leaving the lights on at this hour is never a good idea…
A tortoise cat jumps off the windowsill, it has enough of my staring. I don't care for the cat, although there's another piece of pussy that captures my attention.
She's naked. Fucking naked in front of a mirror, touching herself, hands trailing down her body. I'm too far away to be able to tell what she looks like, but from right here on my porch, I get the general idea. She's lean and slim with a small waist and an ass that makes my cock grow stiff in my slacks. Fuck. Does she know I'm watching her? Does she get off on that thought?
I keep staring at her while I nurture my scotch, sipping it gingerly, making it last so I don't have to run inside to get another one.
Her tits are small and perky, nipples so hard I can see them stand to attention from across the fucking street. She cups her tits with both hands and tugs her nipples hard. I bet I could do better, though. Her head tilts to the side, dark hair like a cloud around alabaster skin when she lifts her leg up the armrest of a chair I don't care about. One of her dainty hands disappears in between her thick thighs, the other one moving up from her tits and into her hair. God, I need to see her pussy from up close—smell her.
Because I have no shame, I unzip my fly and get my dick out, stroke myself as her fingers disappear from view, into her pussy.
My fingers curl tightly around the base of my cock, and I hiss. I'm painfully hard, in need of release, craving a tight pussy milking me. It's been too long since I've fucked, too long since I found the perfect girl, the perfect target. But this move might be the best idea my wife has ever had.
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