Neighbour’s Forbidden Touch: 3

Ex-Husband at the Gate💦🫦💧

“Lena? You out back?”

Mark’s voice was ten steps from the corner. Cole still stood naked in the grass, cock shiny with me and Helen. Helen was on her knees, silver hair loose, my cum-slick face and hers both marked. My shorts were somewhere in the dirt.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

Cole’s hand closed around the back of my neck. “Stay right here. Both of you.”

Mark rounded the fence.

He stopped dead.

For a long second the only sound was a distant lawn mower two streets over. Mark’s eyes moved from my bare tits to the cum drying on my chin, to Helen’s naked body, to Cole’s still-hard cock.

“What the fuck?”

Cole didn’t flinch. “Evening, Mark.”

Mark’s face went red. “That’s my wife…”

“Ex-wife,” Cole corrected. “And right now she’s full of my cum. So is your neighbor. You want to stand there and yell, or you want to watch me finish what I started?”

Helen stayed on her knees, breathing hard, eyes wide but not moving away. I should have covered myself. I didn’t. My pulse was a drum in my ears.

Mark took one step forward. “You’re both out of your minds.”

Cole stepped behind me, one arm locking around my waist, the other sliding between my legs. Two fingers pushed into the mess he’d already left. I gasped. He spoke over my shoulder.

“She’s been watching me cut her grass all week. Bent over this fence an hour ago and took every inch. Then Helen joined. I fucked them both until they couldn’t stand. You walked in at the good part.”

Mark’s jaw worked. His eyes kept dropping to where Cole’s fingers moved inside me.

Cole’s voice stayed calm, almost friendly. “You can leave. Or you can stay and see how loud your ex-wife moans when I bend her over again.”

I felt Mark’s stare like heat. Something ugly and hungry moved across his face. He didn’t leave.

Cole kissed the side of my neck. “Hands on the fence, Lena.”

I bent forward. The wood was still warm from earlier. Cole kicked my feet apart and thrust back into me in one hard stroke. I cried out. He fucked me without mercy, deep, punishing, hips slamming against my ass so the fence shook.

“Helen. Get under her again. Make her come while her ex watches.”

Helen crawled between my legs without a word. Her mouth found my clit. Cole pounded into me while she sucked. The dual sensation ripped a broken moan out of me. Mark stood frozen five feet away, breathing hard, hand adjusting himself through his jeans.

Cole looked at him over my shoulder. “Take it out. Stroke it. Or get the fuck out of my yard.”

Mark’s face twisted. Then he unzipped. His cock was already hard. He stroked it slow, eyes locked on where Cole disappeared inside me.

Cole fucked me harder. “Tell him how good it feels.”

“It feels…” I choked on a moan. “It feels better than you ever did.”

Mark’s hand sped up.

Cole pulled out of me, still rock hard, and dragged Helen up. He bent her over the fence right beside me and slammed into her. She cried out, loud and raw. He gave her the same brutal pace, skin slapping, her soft body shaking with every thrust.

“Lena. Rub her clit. Make the neighbor come for your ex.”

I reached over and circled Helen’s clit the way she liked. She came with a broken sob, legs trembling. Cole kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and pushed me back down.

He entered me again, deeper this time, one hand fisting my hair so I had to look at Mark.

“Watch him,” Cole ordered. “Watch your ex stroke his cock while I fill you up.”

Mark’s eyes were glassy. His hand worked faster.

Cole’s rhythm turned savage. The fence creaked. Helen knelt beside us, licking the places where Cole’s cock stretched me, then kissing me so I tasted both of us. I came hard, clenching around him, moaning Mark’s name and Cole’s in the same breath.

Cole followed with a low growl, flooding me again. Hot pulses that overflowed and ran down my thighs. He stayed buried deep, breathing hard against my back.

Then he pulled out, turned to Helen, and pushed her to her knees one more time. “Open.”

She did. He stroked the last thick ropes across her tongue and tits. She swallowed what she could.

Mark came with a choked sound, spilling onto the grass.

Silence settled over the yard. The three of us were a mess of sweat, grass stains, and cum. Mark stood there with his cock still out, chest heaving, looking like he didn’t know whether to hit someone or drop to his knees.

Cole spoke first, calm as ever. “You’re going to leave the bike in the garage and go home. You’re not going to call anyone. And if you ever want to watch again, you ask me first.”

Mark’s mouth opened. Closed. He shoved himself back into his jeans, face dark with shame and something else. Without another word, he turned and walked back around the side of the house. The front door of my place opened and closed a minute later. The bike never made it to the garage.

Helen sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth. “Well. That was unexpected.”

Cole helped me stand. My legs shook. Cum leaked down both thighs. He looked at the two of us, naked, marked, breathing hard, and smirked.

“Same time next week,” he said. “Both of you. Fence stays. Clothes optional.”

Helen laughed, soft and shaky. “You’re dangerous, boy.”

“I know.” Cole picked up his discarded shirt and wiped his cock, then tossed it to me. “Clean up. I’m finishing the lawn before dark.”

He walked back to the mower like nothing had happened, started it, and continued cutting the grass in neat rows while Helen and I stood there naked in the fading light.

I looked at the fence. At the grass stains on my knees. At the wetness still sliding down my legs.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of the shorts still lying in the dirt.

I picked it up.

One new message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Nice show for the ex. Next time leave the gate open. I want a turn with both of you. Or the video I just took goes to every parent at the school where Helen volunteers. And to Mark’s new girlfriend.

Attached was a clear photo. The three of us at the fence. My face. Helen’s face. Cole’s cock. Time-stamped four minutes ago.

I looked up. The alley behind the empty lot was empty. No one in sight.

But someone had been watching the entire time.

Cole shut the mower off and walked over, still shirtless. He saw the screen in my hand. His expression went cold.

“Looks like the neighborhood just got smaller,” he said.

Helen stood, pulling her blouse over her bare chest with shaking fingers. “What do we do?”

Cole’s eyes stayed on the dark alley.

“We find out who the fuck is holding the camera,” he said. “And then I make sure they never hold anything again.”

The sun dropped lower behind the trees. Somewhere a dog barked. My phone screen stayed lit with the photo of the three of us, frozen in the exact moment we thought we were alone.

And for the first time since Cole pushed me against that fence, the heat in my stomach mixed with real fear.