The strict neighbor discovered our secret

I was sitting in the living room of our house expecting a hot evening as usual. My wife Betsy and I had been inviting black men over to our house for two years now, and they’d fucked her, and I’d watched with pleasure. We’d invited a black man named Bradley that evening, with whom we’d been corresponding online for several days. He’d already arrived, and we were having a great time in our kitchen.

I sat on the couch and watched my wife and the muscular black man, who was already pinning her to the table. Her dress was already on the floor, and her thong was pushed to the side. Bradley cupped her boobs pinching her nipples. Betsy moaned and arched into him.

Then he slipped his fingers between her legs caressing her soft folds, and then penetrated her wet pussy. Betsy moaned softly enjoying his touch. My cock was hardening in my underwear and throbbing. Betsy sank to her knees and pulled down Bradley’s pants. She eagerly took his thick black cock into her mouth and began sucking.

I watched as it swelled, and my wife continued sucking until she began choking on the drool that flowed from her mouth. Bradley was in a hurry, he wanted to fuck my wife. He didn’t let her finish lifting her up and leaning her elbows on the counter. She propped herself up on her elbows thrusting her ass out teasing him with her swaying. Then he entered her quickly and eagerly.

She moaned. Bradley was fucking her with hard thrusts. I sat and watched stroking my hard cock. And then I saw her. Our neighbor Eleanor – a stern woman of about 60, was standing in the living room watching us all. Apparently, when I met Bradley at the back door and then closed it, I completely forgot about the front door. Our neighbor just walked in, and we didn’t hear the knock or the doorbell because we were too caught up in our heated evening.

My wife continued to moan, unable to see anything out of place. But then Eleanor dropped her bag, which crashed to the floor. Betsy looked in her direction and screamed, while Bradley struggled to pull his pants up. My wife covered herself with her short dress and stared at our neighbor in shock.

Then Eleanor started telling us that we were crazy people, a disgrace to the whole street. Things escalated quickly from there. Our neighbor had a serious conversation with us about moving, otherwise she would bring the matter to a public meeting.

We realized we didn’t want any arguments, we wanted to remain free and do what we liked. So we quickly found a house in a different neighborhood and moved there. On moving day, our neighbor stood outside her house and watched as our last things were taken away.

Then my wife and I got into our car and drove away. Betsy laughed taking my hand. Two weeks later, we were spending time with Bradley again because we needed to relax. But we remained who we are.