Creaming My Neighbour’s Thick Cock(2) 💦💦

Chapter 7

Mia’s POV

I made it back to the picnic table somehow, legs still shaky, Derek’s thick cum shifting inside me with every step. Chris looked up the second I got close, that warm, easy smile lighting up his whole face like I was the best thing he’d seen all night. He pulled me straight onto his lap and wrapped both arms around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder.

“You good, babe?” he asked softly, kissing the side of my neck. “You disappeared for a minute.”

“Yeah. Just… freshening up.” The lie tasted sour.

His hands felt so safe, so familiar, rubbing gentle circles on my thigh. This man had loved me through everything. The job stress, the move anxiety, every late night when I cried about starting over. He never complained. Never looked elsewhere. And here I sat on his lap with my new neighbor’s load leaking into my panties, soaking through onto his jeans.

What kind of wife does this? The guilt hit me like a punch. My chest got tight. I loved him. I really, really loved him. So why the hell couldn’t I stop my pussy from throbbing every time I remembered Derek stretching me open in that shed?

The party kept going loud around us. Music thumping. People laughing. Fireworks getting set up for later. I smiled and nodded at whatever story Chris was telling the group, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. He called me magnetic this morning. Held my shoulders and told me everything would be fine. And I thanked him by letting the neighbor fuck me raw while he grilled burgers for everyone.

My phone buzzed in my lap. I glanced down quickly.

Derek: Under the deck. Ten minutes. Don’t play with me, Mia.

I squeezed my thighs together. Fresh heat flooded between my legs even as shame burned my cheeks.

“Don’t go. Just stay right here with your husband.” I said to myself, but ten minutes later I was mumbling something about helping Lisa with drinks and slipping away into the shadows.

Derek waited for me like he already knew I’d come.

The space under the raised deck was dark and cramped, dirt piled under my sandals, as cobwebs brushed my arms.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just grabbed me, pushed my back against a thick wooden beam, and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth like he owned it. One big hand slid straight up my sundress and cupped my messy pussy.

“Still full of me, huh?” he murmured, fingers sliding through the creamy mess leaking out of me.

“Fuck, Mia. You've been walking around my welcome party leaking my nut this whole time? What a nasty girl.”

I whimpered against his lips, hips rocking into his hand before I could stop.

“Derek… we can’t keep doing this. Chris is right there. He’s been nothing but good to me. Loving. Patient. And I’m out here betraying him like it’s nothing.”

He chuckled low, that cocky rumble vibrating through his chest. He pulled my panties to the side and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me, stirring his own cum.

“But you still came running though. This pussy staying greedy as hell. Listen to how wet you sound. Chris is out there being Mr. Perfect Husband and you’re under here getting finger-fucked with another man’s load. Goodness knows that’s some cold work.”

Tears stung my eyes even as pleasure sparked up my spine.

“I hate myself for this. He deserves so much better. I keep thinking about how he looked at me this morning, telling me I’m magnetic, and then I let you bend me over in the shed like some cheap slut.”

Derek spun me around fast, pressing my chest against the beam. I heard his zipper. Then his thick cock rubbed up and down my sloppy slit, coating himself in our mess.

“You ain’t cheap, baby. You just finally getting what that pussy been craving.”

He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch me open again. “Damn. Still so tight. Take this neighbor dick.”

I moaned loud before I could catch it. He felt even bigger this time, pushing his previous load deeper. He started thrusting hard, hips slapping my ass, one hand gripping my waist and the other reaching around to rub my clit.

“Tell me how it feels,” he growled in my ear, voice thick with swagger. “Tell me why you keep coming back even though you love your husband.”

“It’s… fuck… it’s so thick,” I gasped, pushing back on him despite everything screaming in my head.

“It hits places he never reaches. I feel so full. I’m such a terrible wife, Derek. He’s out there right now thinking I’m perfect and I’m under here creaming on your cock like a whore.”

“That’s right. My whore tonight.” He slapped my ass hard, the sound resounded sharply in the small space. He sped up, pounding me deep and nasty while the party noises floated above us. Laughter. Music. Chris’s voice calling out to someone about more drinks. Every normal sound made the betrayal hotter.

I came hard, legs shaking, biting my arm to stay quiet. My pussy clenched and gushed around him, pushing out more of his cum down my thighs. Derek groaned and kept fucking me through it, relentless.

“Again,” he demanded, rubbing my clit faster. “Cum on the dick you ain’t supposed to have. Let me feel how guilty that pussy gets.”

I exploded a second time, tears rolling down my face from the mix of pleasure and shame. Derek buried himself deep and flooded me with another hot load, groaning low as he pumped every drop inside. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my legs.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, kissing my neck almost softly.

“Keep all that cream where it belongs. I want you sitting on your husband’s lap feeling me leak out.”

I fixed my dress with trembling fingers and slipped back into the party. Chris was waiting by the fire pit with a blanket. He wrapped it around both of us and pulled me close while the first fireworks lit up the sky in bright colors. His arms felt like home.

“You cold, babe?” he whispered, rubbing my arm.

I shook my head, throat tight. “I’m perfect.”

Inside, guilt chewed me up while Derek’s fresh load dripped out of me onto the blanket. I hated myself. I hated how much I already wanted round three.

My phone buzzed again later, hidden under the blanket.

Derek: Garage after the fireworks. Don’t wear the panties this time.

He really wanted to do it a third time in just one night? I stared at the screen, heart racing. Chris kissed my temple and told me how happy he was we moved here.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

This welcome party was destroying me. And I still wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop.