Mark and I were outside enjoying the block party when I spotted our new neighbor, Maggie. So I asked my husband, “You think you’d want to fuck her?”

Mark raised an eyebrow and responded, “Oh, are we doing this? We haven’t done this in a while.”

“She inspired me,” I said.

And she had, with her long legs in her dark wash, skinny jeans, her white jacket, her long brown hair and bright smile.

“She inspires something in me, too,” Mark said.

“So, I think you’re in. Now it’s your turn?”

He scanned the crowd. Our cul de sac was full of fire pits burning in front yards, lots of laughing, bar carts and a few food trucks.

Mark eyed the nearest food truck, and when a brawny guy in a green tee emerged to change out a propane tank, he grinned.

“Jesse,” he said.

“You know him?”

“I do. He was my idea, in fact, when Janet called for food recommendations. His truck comes to my office building on Mondays and Thursdays.”

I looked at the man in question and felt a flutter in my stomach. He had on a beanie, but dark hair peeked out along the edges. Beneath his neon green shirt, his shoulders were broad and his body looked tight. He was at least six feet tall, probably more, and the way he moved made me imagine him manhandling me.

Mark stepped close and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He let just the barest tips of his fingers press against the top of my mound. My jeans felt suddenly very thin, and I was very turned on.

“Can’t you just imagine that hulking man over you? Holding your thighs open? Fucking you?”

I had to fight to catch my breath.

“I can also imagine Maggie’s long, long legs wrapped around your waist as you drive your cock into her over and over again. I know at some point you’ll balance her ankles on your shoulders and really give it to her. The way you like,” I said, picturing the scene in my mind.

Then we were both crazy turned on but had to act like nothing was happening.

I got us new drinks, then I went off to have a chat with Maggie. I knew she was freshly divorced, and according to my friend Sarah, who lives two doors down from her, Maggie was looking to get laid but didn’t want a relationship.

Perfect.

I’d let Mark deal with Jesse.

I met my hubby in the middle of the street a while later.

“She’s looking to expand her horizons and live a little,” I said. “She’s in.”

“He’s in an on-again, off-again thing, and when I pointed you out, he practically started to drool.”

We were all set.

When we got home, Mark pushed me down, ate my pussy and fingered me until I came, and then he fucked me like his life depended on it.

Overall, it was a very good block party.

I couldn’t wait for Chapter Two.

When I finally met up with Jesse one-on-one, he was much bigger and broader than I’d realized. I’d left Mark to his date with Maggie and watched her giggle and blush as she entered our home. It was cute.

Jesse picked me up in a blue pickup. He had on a black tee and jeans. I glanced at his crotch as he drove, curious about what he was packing. Of course, he caught me ogling him.

“You know, we could skip the whole date thing and go right for dessert,” he offered. “Or I could cook for you.”

“In your truck?” I asked.

“If you’d like.”

That was hot.

“Can we fuck and then eat?”

He flashed me a half grin. I slid my hand up his muscular thigh and gave it a squeeze as I told him, “Food always makes me feel full and sleepy. I prefer to fuck when I feel light and energetic.”

“I like a woman who knows exactly what she wants,” he said.

With that, he put his hand on my thigh and gave me a squeeze. My leggings were black velvet and fit like a second skin. He skated his hand over my mound, his fingertip dragging along my pussy lips. Beneath my panties, my cunt was wet.

“I want more of that,” I said.

So, he stroked me again.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Jesse teased me through my pants as he drove us to wherever his big green food truck was parked.

Turns out it was in the driveway at the very back of his house. A big old farmhouse that loomed in the cold fall night.

He led me up some steps and shut the truck door behind us. A small light clicked on over the prep counter. It was small inside the truck and slightly chilly. But it smelled good, and the unusual location turned me on.

“Shrimp tacos? Cheesesteak? Loaded fries? Just say the word. I’ll have to fetch supplies from inside, though,” he told me.

“Any of those, all of those, but first… ”

I pushed him back until he landed against the counter. I undid his belt buckle and pants and shoved them down. I took his warm cock in my hand, and I stroked it. Suddenly, I wasn’t so chilly anymore.

He gave my nipples a gentle pinch through my shirt. When I hummed and kissed him roughly, he did it again.

His hands settled on my hips and held me as he thrust his stiffening cock into my fist and kissed me. Then he hiked me up onto the stainless-steel counter.

I let out a little squeak, and he laughed.

“Hips up,” he said, curling his fingers around my waistband.

I toed off my sneakers and did as I was told, raising my body. He tugged my leggings down and stared at my little blue panties. He placed a hot kiss on my mound, and I felt the moist heat of his breath through the fabric. He playfully nudged my clit through the scrap of cloth.

“Tease,” I sighed.

He snagged the panties and tugged those down, too. My clothes went on the counter next to me. Jesse pushed my thighs wide and slid a finger into my slippery pussy. I didn’t say anything, just moved against his seeking fingers. He was hitting all the right spots, and I found it hard to catch my breath.

“It’s hotter somehow,” he said, “knowing that Mark knows what we’re doing. Do you have to tell him everything we do when you get home?”

He added a third finger to my drenched cunt and pressed my clitoris with his thumb. I was pinned there with pleasure as he expertly worked my pussy.

“I don’t have to. But I do. And then—”

He hit a perfect tender swollen spot inside me, and I gasped as I hovered on the edge of coming.

“And then?”

“Then we fuck,” I said, a little breathless.

He shut his eyes and shook his head. “Hot as fuck,” he muttered.

Jesse stepped closer and started to curl his fingers inside me. He kissed my mouth, my neck and my shoulders. Then he bent, yanked my shirt and bra out of his way and sucked my nipple between his lips, while teasing it with his teeth. I came. My pussy gripped his wet fingers tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Then he stepped back, looking slightly pleased with himself.

I tugged my disheveled top over my head and pulled off my bra. I waved a finger toward his tee, and he got naked, too.

I leaned forward, grabbed his lean hips and pulled him toward me. I shimmied my hips, so I was at the edge of the counter, and then slipped his cockhead up and down my slippery slit. I impaled myself, taking just a few inches into my cunt, and then stayed that way to see what he’d do.

He grabbed me around the waist and thrust his cock in deep and hard, filling me up.

“Do you think he’s fucking her how?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, bucking against him.

“Do you think he’s wondering if we’re fucking now?”

I smiled and moved my body in time with his as I said, “I know he is.”

Jesse groaned and let his head fall against my shoulder as we screwed. I bumped my hips up just a little with every thrust. He perfectly nailed my G-spot, the wet tender center of me that craved the friction and heat.

I clenched my internal muscles around his pistoning shaft, and he groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

He slammed into me, and I came again. My juices drenched his cock as his breath hitched.

I pushed him back and hopped down from the counter. I squatted in front of him, took his slick cock in my mouth and sucked. I gripped him hard and worked his cock as he gasped, bumping his hips forward to fuck my mouth.

He put a hand atop my head and gently guided me as he thrust himself deep. His cock filled my throat, and I sucked in air through my nose. I slid my fingers along his hairy thighs and released a muffled laugh when he shivered in response.

I pulled back suddenly and looked up at him as I instructed, “Come on my face. My chest. Come on me, and then later you can come in me.”

He looked down at me, his dark eyes smoldering, then gave me a nod. The invitation to splatter me with spunk had done something to him.

I sucked him, dragging my tongue up the underside of his thick cock and licking the tip like it was an ice pop. I squeezed his shaft and stroked his balls, and when he put both hands on my head, I knew he was close to blowing his load.

“Jesus, fuck, God,” he chanted.

I didn’t falter, even as he fucked my face like a madman. The movements of his hips were urgent and chaotic.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He punctuated his last sentence with a strangled groan.

As Jesse released his first salvo, I tasted a burst of saltiness and pulled back. I worked his cock with my fist as he continued to pump his hips, and his come splashed my neck, chest and chin. I laughed as it just kept coming. I licked him softly and sucked on the tip of him, and a fresh rush of cream met my tongue.

I was panting, and so was he. His fierce rush of breath made me horny all over again. The want and the need. The desperation of it all.

He held out his hand, and I took it, standing up.

He took a clean towel out of a bin and proceeded to wipe me down slowly, enjoying the visual and taking his time.

“You never told me what you want me to make you.”

“Whatever you want,” I said. “I’ll eat anything. I’m starving.”

He kissed the back of my neck and goose bumps broke out along my shoulders.

“I’ll make something fast,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I want seconds.”

“Of?” I asked, even though I knew.

“You, obviously,” he said.