Here is a story Im basing on my new neighbor who has just moved next door and the fantasy begins ...
Labour Day
Betsy moved into the quiet, suburban street with a sense of excitement buzzing in her veins. At 35, she felt she had the world at her fingertips and a body that could still turn heads. Her movers grunted and sweated under the weight of her belongings, but she remained calm and composed, watching them with a knowing smirk. She knew what the men in the neighborhood would think when they saw her. She had always loved the thrill of their glances and the way they'd try to hide their attraction. It was a power she had honed over the years, and she had no intention of letting it go to waste.
As she unpacked her suitcases, she left her bedroom blinds open just enough for anyone to glimpse her curvy figure. She had always been athletic, taking care of herself meticulously, and her toned abs and full 34D breasts were a testament to her dedication. She threw on her skimpiest bikini and headed to the backyard, eager to start setting up her workout equipment. The sun was high in the sky, kissing her skin with its warm embrace as she set up her weights and yoga mat.
Betsy had noticed John, her new neighbor, a few times already. He was a 34-year-old man with the physique of a retired Marine, all lean muscles and steely confidence. She had seen him in his yard, mowing the lawn, or playing catch with his kids, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of desire. The way his t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and the outline of his cock pressing against his shorts was enough to make any woman's heart race. She had caught him looking her way a few times, and she knew that he was just as intrigued by her as she was by him.
Clare, on the other hand, was not so thrilled with Betsy's presence. As a 33-year-old woman who worked as a firefighter, she had always been proud of her 36D breasts and rock-solid abs. But Betsy's blatant flaunting of her assets was starting to get under her skin. She felt jealous whenever she saw John's gaze linger on the brunette bombshell next door. It was on one such afternoon, as she was bending over to pick up a dropped weight that she saw Clare glaring at her from the upstairs window. She could almost feel the heat of the other woman's anger, and in that moment, Betsy decided that she had to up the ante.
John, oblivious to the tension brewing between the two women, walked into the room and immediately noticed Clare's scowl. "What's got you all riled up, babe?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. She pointed out the window, her eyes never leaving Betsy's form. "Look at her, strutting around like she owns the place," she spat.
John took a peek out the window, and his eyes widened with appreciation. Betsy was indeed a sight to behold, her body glistening with sweat as she moved with the grace of a panther. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants. "Damn," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I bet she's got a fire in her, just like you." He squeezed Clare's waist, hoping to lighten the mood. "You know, it'd be pretty hot to see you two go at it."
Clare's glare didn't waver from Betsy. She knew John was trying to get a rise out of her, but the thought of competing with that... that... temptress next door was not entirely unappealing. She had always been confident in her sexiness, but there was something about Betsy that seemed to have an edge, a wildness that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "I'd wipe the floor with her," she said finally, her voice filled with more bravado than she felt.
John's grin grew wider as he stepped closer to Clare, his hands moving to cup her breasts. "Oh, I bet you would," he said, his voice teasing. "But you know what they say, a watched pot never boils. Maybe we should give her a little... incentive." He stepped away, his eyes still on Betsy as he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor. His cock stood at attention, thick and hard. "What do you say, babe? Winner gets to take me for a ride?"
Clare's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of her husband's erection. She knew he was trying to get a reaction out of her, but she couldn't deny that the idea of fighting Betsy for John's affections was... intriguing. She turned to face him, her desire starting to build. "You're on," she said, her voice a low growl.
John's grin grew wolfish as he stepped closer to Clare, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "But remember," he whispered, "no holding back. I want to see who's the wildest, who's the hungriest for this." He gestured to his cock, which twitched in response to his words.
With a fiery look in her eyes, Clare nodded and yanked him by the hand, leading him over to the bedroom window. She knew Betsy could see them, and she felt a thrill of exhibitionism at the thought of putting on a show for their new neighbor. She pushed John in front of the glass, making sure his erection was on full display. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she knocked on the window, the sound echoing through the stillness of the afternoon.
Betsy's head snapped up, her eyes widening as she saw Clare standing there, her husband's stiff cock jutting out like a challenge. The two women locked gazes, and Clare smirked, raising an eyebrow in a silent invitation. Betsy's pulse quickened, her desire sparking to life at the audaciousness of the scene before her. She set down her weights and approached the fence, her hips swaying with an extra bit of sass.
"Having a little peep show, are we?" she called out, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. Clare stepped aside, allowing John to lean against the window frame, his arms folded over his chest.
"Looks like you're eager to play," Betsy retorted, her eyes raking over John's body. "But remember, you started this."
With a flick of her wrist, Clare opened the window, the sound of the squeaking hinges cutting through the tension. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my face?" she challenged, her voice laced with a hint of excitement.
Betsy's eyes narrowed, her smirk growing into a full-blown smile. She sauntered over to the fence that separated their properties, her bare feet on the warm concrete echoing in the air. "Oh, I'd love to," she purred, her voice carrying a seductive lilt. "But it seems like you've got company."
John stepped back from the window, his gaze never leaving Betsy's. "We're just having a little... conversation," he said, his voice thick with innuendo.
Betsy leaned against the fence, her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her bikini. "I'd love to join in," she said, her voice low and inviting. "But I'm a bit busy at the moment."
Clare's glare intensified, and she stepped closer to the window. "What are you scared of?" she called out, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. "What I might do to you?"
Betsy's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I'm not scared, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just not into playing games with married women."
John stepped forward, his smirk growing. "Clare's not your typical married woman," he said, his voice a low purr. "She's got a wild side dying to come out and play."
Clare's eyes never left Betsy's as she stepped closer to the fence, closing the distance between them. "I'm not afraid of a little competition," she said, her voice filled with a hint of defiance. "But if you want to play, you better be ready to get dirty."
Betsy's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, her eyes raking over John's body. "Oh, I don't mind getting a little dirty," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But I'm not sure if your husband can handle two wildcats at once."
John chuckled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Why don't we make it interesting, then?" he suggested, stepping closer to the fence. "How about a little... competition?"
Betsy's eyes lit up with understanding, and she licked her lips. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, leaning forward so that her breasts threatened to spill out of her bikini top.
John's smile grew wider, his hand unconsciously stroking his erection. "How about this?" he suggested, his voice low and hungry. "You two go at it, no holds barred. Whoever gives the best performance wins me for the night."
Clare's glare never left Betsy's face, but she felt a thrill run through her body at the thought. She knew John was pushing her buttons, but she also knew that deep down, she loved the idea of fighting for him. "Fine," she said, her voice tight with anticipation. "But I'm not going to go easy on you."
John's eyes darkened with lust as he took in Clare's determined stance. He stepped back from the fence, giving the two women space. "That's the spirit," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want to see who's got what it takes to drive me wild."
He turned and strode to the gate, his movements fluid and purposeful. With a swift click, the lock gave way, and the gate swung open with a squeak. He gestured for Betsy to come into their yard, his hand beckoning her with the promise of a deliciously forbidden encounter. "The stage is set," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his challenge. "Where do you two want to fight?"
Betsy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she strolled through the gate, her bare feet on the soft grass as tantalizing as the jingle of a cowbell in a bull's ear. She took in the layout of the yard, her gaze lingering on the lounge chairs and the hammock that swung lazily in the breeze. "How about over there?" she suggested, pointing to where the sun cast long shadows, perfect for a steamy, private battle.
Clare didn't miss a beat, striding over to the spot with the grace of a predator. She knew this was her territory, her domain, and she wouldn't let Betsy take it from her without a fight. She turned to John, her eyes blazing with anger and desire. "You're going to watch," she said, her voice a low command. "But don't you dare interfere."
John's smile grew wider as he nodded, his hand still wrapped around his cock. "Oh, I'll be watching," he promised, his voice thick with anticipation. "But remember, I'm the prize here. Don't disappoint me." With that, he sat on one of the lounge chairs, his eyes glued to the two women as they circled each other like cats about to pounce.
Betsy's smile turned predatory as she took in Clare's tense posture. She knew she had the upper hand here, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. "You heard the man," she said, her voice a purr. "Let's get this show on the road." She reached behind her and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts bounced freely, the pink tips of her nipples already hard with excitement.
Clare's eyes widened at the sight, and she felt a surge of arousal mingled with anger. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it came to her husband's attention. She yanked her top off, her 36D breasts bouncing as she did so. "You think nudity scares me?" she snarled, her eyes never leaving Betsy's.
Betsy's smile grew even more comprehensive, her teeth flashing like a shark's. "Oh, I know it doesn't," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. "But do you think you can handle fighting for what you want with nothing to hide?"
Clare's eyes narrowed, and she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to control her temper. "You want to play dirty?" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Fine. But remember, I'm not one to back down from a challenge." With that, she reached behind her and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts were as perfect as Betsy's, her nipples just as erect with excitement.
John's smile grew wider as he watched the two women, his hand stroking his cock with slow, deliberate movements. "That's more like it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over his breathing. He leaned back in the lounge chair, glued to the show unfolding before him.
Betsy took a step closer to Clare, her breasts swaying gently with the movement. "Why don't you just strip all the way and make it interesting for me?" she purred, her eyes locked onto John's face. She knew he was watching, knew he was getting off on the sight of them both half-bare and ready to fight for his attention.
John's smile grew even wider as he leaned back on the lounge chair, his hand moving more vigorously along his cock. "Oh, I like the way you think," he said, his voice a low growl. "But let's not forget the stakes here, ladies. I want to see who's the wildest, who's the hungriest for this."
Betsy's eyes never left Clare's as she hooked her thumbs into the strings of her bikini bottoms, her hips swaying as she pulled them down. She stepped out of them, her bare pussy on full display. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. She knew she had the upper hand now, and she would make sure Clare knew it.
Clare's jaw clenched as she watched Betsy's brazen display. But she wasn't about to be outdone. With a quick yank, she slid her bottoms down, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the plump folds of her sex. "You think that's all it takes?" she shot back, her voice filled with challenges.
John's breath hitched as he took in the sight of both women standing before him, naked and hungry for victory. "Damn, you two are making it hard for me to decide," he groaned, his hand moving even faster over his cock. "But remember, the dirtiest, the nastiest... that's what I want to see."
Betsy stepped closer to Clare, her eyes glinting with a competitive fire. "You think you're up for this?" she whispered her voice a sweet caress that belied the challenge in her words.
John's eyes darted between the two women, his hand moving with a rhythm that matched the racing of his heart. "Oh, I know you both are," he said, his voice tight with excitement. "Now, let's see who will win this little... contest."
Clare took a step closer to Betsy, her hands sliding down her body, tracing the lines of her abs and hips. "You're going down," she murmured, her voice a seductive threat. "And when you do, you're begging me to let you up."
John's eyes widened as he watched the two women, his cock standing at full attention. "Fuck, yes," he breathed, his hand moving faster now. "I want the dirtiest, the nastiest... the one who'll make me forget my name."
Clare took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Betsy's. "You're on," she said, her voice a low growl. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup Betsy's breast, her thumb flicking the hardened nipple.
John's eyes widened, his hand moving even faster on his cock as he watched the two women touch each other. "That's it," he murmured, his voice tight with desire. "Show me what you've got."
Betsy leaned into Clare's touch, her hand reaching out to caress the other woman's ass. "You want dirty?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'll give you dirty."
John's eyes were glued to the sight of their hands roaming over each other's bodies, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," he groaned, his hand moving faster over his cock. "Show me who's the wildest."
Betsy's smirk grew wider as she leaned closer to Clare, her breath hot against the other woman's neck. "You want dirty?" she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "I'll give you dirty." Her hand slid down Clare's body, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist before settling on the soft mound of her sex.
Clare gasped, her body responding despite herself. She could feel the heat of Betsy's hand, the promise of what was to come, and her core clenched with anticipation. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice challenging.
With a swift move that belied her athletic strength, Clare reached out and grabbed Betsy's tits, giving them a hard squeeze. "Let's see if these are the real deal," she murmured, her voice a mix of sarcasm and lust. She felt Betsy's nipples pebble under her touch, the soft flesh giving way to firmness.
Betsy gasped, her eyes flashing with surprise and desire. She had not expected Clare to be so bold, but the sensation of the other woman's hands on her body was too much to resist. She leaned into the touch, her hands roaming Clare's body in response. "You're the one who's going to find out," she breathed, her voice a seductive whisper.
John watched the scene unfold before him, his cock aching with need. He had never seen Clare act so aggressively, so wantonly, and it was driving him wild. He stroked himself faster, his eyes flicking between the two women as they touched and teased each other. "Keep going," he urged, his voice strained. "Show me who's the boss."
The two women were lost in a dance of passion and challenge now, their hands exploring every inch of bare skin, their breasts pressing together as they nipped and kissed. Clare felt a strange mix of anger and arousal as Betsy's hand slid down her back, her fingers brushing against her wet pussy. "You think you can handle this?" she taunted, her voice a low growl.
Betsy's eyes never left Clare's as she slid two fingers into the other woman's wetness, her thumb circling the swollen nub of her clit. "Oh, I can handle it," she murmured, her voice challenging. "But can you handle me?"
Clare's knees buckled slightly at the sensation, her body betraying her. But she was not one to back down. With a snarl, she grabbed Betsy's hair, pulling her in for a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, their teeth clashing as they tasted each other's desire.
John watched, his hand moving faster and faster over his cock. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes never leaving the two women. "You're both so fucking hot."
The air was thick with the scent of arousal as Clare and Betsy's kiss grew more intense, their bodies grinding against each other. Clare's hand slid down Betsy's back, gripping her ass with a firmness that sent a shiver up her spine. Betsy moaned into the kiss, her hand working magic on Clare's clit, feeling the other woman's juices coat her fingers.
John's eyes were glued to the sight of his wife's hand buried in Betsy's pussy, his cock straining towards the sky as he watched them. He had never seen Clare like this before, and the raw sexual energy was like a drug, making him want more, need more. "Keep going," he urged, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see who's going to come first."
Clare broke the kiss, panting heavily. She glared at Betsy, her eyes filled with a fiery mix of anger and desire. "You're going down," she said, her voice a low growl. She pushed Betsy back onto the soft grass, her hand still working her clit.
Betsy's eyes never left Clare's as she leaned back, her smile never wavering. She knew she had the upper hand now, and she would use it. With a swift move, she grabbed Clare's wrist, halting her movements. "Oh, I don't think so," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "I've got a little trick up my sleeve."
Her other hand slid down Clare's body, her fingers slipping between her thighs to find the sweet spot that was already wet and swollen with need. She found Clare's clit with unerring precision, her two fingers beginning to circle the sensitive nub. Clare's eyes widened in surprise, her body arching off the grass with a gasp.
John watched, his hand moving faster on his cock as he took in the sight of Betsy dominating his wife. He had never seen Clare look so... vulnerable. And yet, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice tight with excitement. "You're going to make her cum first, aren't you?"
Betsy's eyes never left Clare's as she worked her clit, her thumb adding pressure as she felt the other woman's body tense. "Oh, I think so," she purred, her voice a sweet taunt. "But it's not going to be easy." She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Clare's as she whispered in her ear. "You're going to have to fight for it."
Clare's eyes narrowed as she felt Betsy's fingers delve deeper, her hand moving to cover Betsy's, trying to regain control. But Betsy was having none of it, her grip firm as she continued to tease and torment Clare's clit. "You think you're so smart," Clare ground out, her voice tight with need.
Betsy's smile grew even more wicked as she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against Clare's as she whispered, "You're the one who's going to cum first." She moved her hand away from Clare's, her two fingers slick with arousal. "But let's make it interesting," she said, her voice a seductive purr. She brought her hand up to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the other woman's essence.
John's eyes went wide as he watched Betsy, his hand moving even faster on his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, the sight of the two women fighting for his attention too much to handle. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice strained.
Betsy's smile grew wider as she leaned down, her mouth watering at the sight of Clare's exposed pussy. She knew she had the upper hand now, and she would use it to her full advantage. She spread Clare's legs more expansive, the soft skin of her inner thighs trembling with anticipation. "You're going to scream my name," she murmured, her voice a seductive promise.
John watched, his hand moving in a blur as he stroked his cock, his eyes never leaving the erotic scene before him. He could see the determination in Clare's eyes, the fire in her soul as she watched Betsy lean in closer. But it was Betsy's eyes that held his gaze, the challenge in them unmistakable. "I want to hear it," he growled, his voice thick with need.
Betsy's eyes gleamed with victory as she lowered her head, tongue flicking out to taste Clare's sweetness. She traced a slow, sensual path around the swollen bud of Clare's clit, breathing lightly across it, making it pulse with desire. Clare's eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to remain stoic.
John's breath grew ragged, his hand pumping his cock as he watched Betsy's tongue delve into Clare's pussy. The sight of his wife's body writhing under their neighbor's skilled ministrations was more than he could bear. He had never seen Clare lose control like this, driving him wild. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained.
Clare's eyes shot open, her gaze locking onto John's as she felt Betsy's tongue circle her clit. She could feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to drown her. She reached out, her hand finding John's, her grip tight as she held onto him for dear life. "John," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.
John's hand tightened around hers, his eyes never leaving the sight of Betsy's mouth on Clare's pussy. He could see the muscles in Clare's thighs tighten, her body arching towards Betsy's touch. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let her make you cum."
Betsy's eyes never left John's as she licked and sucked at Clare's clit, her tongue swirling in a delicate dance that had Clare's hips bucking. She could feel the tension in the other woman's body, the way her muscles quivered and contracted around her mouth. The sound of John's hand on his cock was a steady rhythm in the background, a sweet symphony of desire that fueled her own.
Clare's eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the orgasm building deep within her, a coil of pleasure that was winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of Betsy's tongue. "John," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
John's hand tightened on his cock, his thumb circling the head as he watched Betsy's mouth work its magic on Clare. The sight of his wife's body, writhing and exposed under their neighbor's skilled touch, was more than he could handle. He could feel his climax approaching, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable.
Betsy's tongue swirled around Clare's clit, feeling it swell and throb beneath her. She knew she had her on the edge, and she was going to push her over with the same finesse she used to make a man's cock erupt. Her eyes never left John's, the thrill of the competition only heightening her arousal. She slid two fingers into Clare's tight, wet pussy, her thumb pressing down on her g-spot as she sucked hard on the swollen nub.
Clare's body tensed, her hand tightening around John's as she felt the wave of pleasure crash over her. Her back arched off the grass, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as she came harder than she ever had before. Betsy's mouth remained locked on her clit, drinking in her orgasm, savoring the taste of victory.
As the tremors subsided, Betsy sat up, her face glistening with Clare's juices. She looked up at John, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild mess around her face, but she had never looked more beautiful or satisfied. She licked her lips, a smug smile as she met his gaze.
John's hand stilled on his cock, his eyes locked on Betsy. The sight of her, his neighbor, his wife's rival, sitting triumphantly over Clare's spent body was more than he could have ever hoped for. He stood slowly, his cock pointing towards the heavens like a compass needle drawn to true north. "You've earned it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He stepped closer, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Betsy's smile grew even more smug as she spread her legs wider, her arousal glistening in the sun. "Come here," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Let me show you what a real woman can do." She leaned back on her hands, her abs rippling with the movement, her breasts heaving with every breath she took.
John's eyes never left hers as he stepped closer, his cock jutting out before him like a weapon. He knew he would lose this battle, but the prize was worth it. With trembling hands, he guided his cock to Betsy's eager mouth, watching as she took him in with a hungry moan. Her eyes never left him, the challenge in them only growing as she began to suck him with an enthusiasm that left him breathless.
Clare watched from the sidelines, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. She felt a mix of anger and arousal as she saw her husband's cock disappear into their neighbor's mouth, but she couldn't deny the excitement that thrummed through her body. She had never seen John look so lost in pleasure, so consumed by desire. And as much as it galled her, she had to admit that Betsy knew precisely what she was doing.
Betsy took John's cock in her hand, her nails lightly scratching his balls as she licked the precum from the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with triumph, before plunging her mouth back down, taking him deep into her throat. She could feel the muscles of her throat contract around him, her desire growing with every moan he made. She knew she had won the first round, but she wasn't about to stop there.
John's eyes rolled back in his head as Betsy's mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. He could feel her teeth graze the skin, the slight pain only adding to the intense pleasure. He looked over at Clare, who was watching them with a mix of anger and arousal. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the temptation of their new neighbor's seductive allure.
Betsy's hand never left John's balls, her nails gently scraping the sensitive skin as she deep-throated him. She knew Clare was watching, knew the other woman was seething with jealousy, and it only spurred her on. She took him as deep as she could, her throat tightening around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked with all her might. She wanted to show Clare she could give John something she never could.
John's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had never felt anything like this before, the combination of pleasure and pressure driving him to the brink of insanity. He looked down at Betsy, her eyes locked on his, and knew he was going to cum. He tried to hold back, to draw out the moment, but it was too much.
With a final, desperate thrust, John's cock hit the back of Betsy's throat, and she swallowed around him, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel his balls tighten in her hand, the muscles in his thighs tense as he approached climax. Her arousal was at a fever pitch, watching Clare's face contort with a mix of anger and arousal as she worked her magic on her husband's cock.
Betsy's nails dug into John's balls, squeezing firmly as she sucked him harder, faster. She knew he was close, and she wasn't about to let him hold back now. She wanted him to explode in her mouth, to claim victory in front of his wife. She felt his cock swell, the veins standing out against the velvet skin, and she knew it was time.
With a roar, John erupted, his hot cum shooting into Betsy's mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving Clare's as she milked him for every drop. The taste of victory was sweet on her tongue, the power of the moment intoxicating. She pulled back, a strand of cum connecting her mouth to his cock, and smiled up at him, a wicked glint in her eye.
John's legs trembled as he stepped back, his cock still hard and pulsing. He looked over at Clare, whose eyes were wide with shock and something else—desire? Betsy took a moment to lick her lips, savoring the taste of him before standing up, her own body slick with need. "Your turn," she murmured, turning her attention to Clare.
The tension in the air was palpable as the two women faced off, their bodies still thrumming with the aftermath of their shared orgasm. Clare's chest heaved with anger and excitement, her eyes never leaving Betsy's. She knew she had to respond, had to show John that she was still the woman he wanted. With a growl, she rolled over, presenting her ass to Betsy, her pussy glistening with arousal.
Betsy's smile grew even wider as she approached Clare, her eyes raking over the other woman's body with an undeniable hunger. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Clare's back, and whispered, "Ready to admit defeat?"
Clare's only response was to push her ass back, silently daring Betsy to take her. And take her she did, Betsy's hand sliding down Clare's body to cup her sex, her fingers slipping inside with ease. The moan that Clare couldn't hold back was music to Betsy's ears, and she knew she had her exactly where she wanted her.
John watched, his cock still hard, as Betsy began to fuck Clare with an intensity that left him breathless. Seeing his wife's body responding to their neighbor's touch was more than he could handle. He stroked himself slowly, watching the scene unfold before him like a pornographic dream come to life.
Betsy leaned in, her breath hot against Clare's ear. "Who's the better woman now?" she taunted, her voice a seductive whisper. Clare's only response was to push back into her touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed for her to stop.
The competition had taken a turn none of them had expected, but as Betsy's fingers worked their magic on Clare's pussy, John knew that this was only the beginning. The battle lines had been drawn, and the night was still young. Who would come out on top in this war of desire and dominance? Only time will tell.
