Voyeur in Big Trouble II: The Sequel

This story is a sequel to Voyeur in Big Trouble. I will try to make a quick summary of the first story, for those readers who don’t want to read it:

In this fictional story my name is Ray, and my wife is Ann. We are in our mid 40’s. Our neighbors, Karen and Bill are in their late 20’s. Karen is 5’6″, 135 lbs., and has light red hair. She also has big full breasts and a beautiful bubble butt. I have thought of making love to Karen for years.

Early this summer, Karen’s husband, Bill, went on a week long business trip. The same week, my wife, Ann, left to help her sister with a wedding. One night I caught a glimpse of the beautiful Karen nude at her bedroom window, and I couldn’t take it any more. I dressed like a cat burglar, and snuck to her bedroom window. The sight of Karen watching pornos was mesmerizing.

My voyeurism soon got me into big trouble as Karen caught me. Karen proceeded to threaten, tease and seduce me. She let me suck her full creamy breasts. She let me kiss her full swollen vulva and bulging clitoris. Karen let me get so terribly close to getting everything from her that I ever wanted.

Then, she tricked me. Karen turned the most stimulating night of my life into the most humiliating night of my life. In the morning, Karen kicked me out of her house buck naked. Luckily, I was able to race back to my house without being seen by me neighbors. That morning I was so humiliated that I never wanted to see Karen again.

Now, it is late summer, and things have returned to normal.

I avoided Karen as long as I could after that dreadful night, but eventually things returned to normal. To my amazement, when I started talking with Karen again, she acted as if nothing had happened that night. It was probably six weeks later when Karen mentioned that Bill was going on another business trip. Then she teased me a little and asked if I was going to be a good boy. She told me that good boys usually got what they wanted.

I had no intentions of trying anything with Karen. She was too dangerous. She liked playing games with me, and I knew that she was a lot better player than I am. I thought to myself, “I’ll bet that she’ll try to turn this good little boy into her sex slave again.” I feared trying anything with her like a man fears the plague. Despite this fear, all I could think of was Karen’s big full breasts. How soft they were, the way her large areolas puffed and how they were topped with big rigid nipples.

The thought of Karen’s beautiful breasts made me rock hard. The thought of her shaven pussy made my cock drip, literally. I could remember Karen’s bulging vulva, and how soft it was under my lips. I remembered how fragrant she was, how sweet and juicy. I wanted to run my lips over her love triangle again. I constantly thought of tasting her dripping pussy one more time. I remembered how her clit looked like a small erect penis. I wanted to pull on her clit with my soft lips, I wanted to flick it with my tongue.

Yes, I feared Karen, but she was all that I could think of. I thought of her as I licked my wife’s sweet pussy and fucked her hard. I thought of Karen as I jacked off in the shower. Karen was the most stimulating woman that I’d ever seen. Despite this, I feared her like no other woman that I’ve ever met. Karen, Karen, Karen, all I could think of was Karen.

A couple of weeks ago, I saw Karen while I was in my back yard. She reminded me that Bill was leaving on his business trip in a few days. I thought to myself, “good grief, Ann leaves for her family reunion two days after Bill goes on his trip.” I hoped that Karen wouldn’t notice Ann’s absence. Then Karen nonchalantly told me that Ann mentioned her reunion. I was left speechless, and didn’t know what to say.

Karen didn’t let the subject die, instead, she started teasing me. She mused aloud, how she’d have to be careful since she was going to be home alone. Karen teased me for a few minutes then she blurted out, “OH RAY, wait here, I have something for you, I’ll be right back.” Karen raced off, and I wondered what she was up to. Karen quickly returned and handed me a small cardboard box, and I asked what it was. She replied, “its your uniform.” Puzzled, I muttered, “my uniform? I don’t wear a uniform!” Karen replied, “you know, your Captain Cat Burglar uniform.”

I could feel my face redden as Karen handed me the box. Karen told me how she washed it for me, and even hand washed my wife’s black panty hose. I didn’t know what to say, but Karen seemed to rattle on nonstop about the uniform. She asked, “are you going to model it again for me some time?” I told Karen that I didn’t think so. I told her that I’d learned my lesson the first time.

Karen didn’t stop, she folded her hands together and whined like a begging child, “OH PLEASE, he was SO cute!” Karen started reminiscing about how she thought I was a pervert or rapist when she first saw me, but then she thought I was cute after she learned who is in the costume. Karen told me that I looked like a big black Easter bunny. Karen giggled as she told me how the black pantyhose looked like big floppy rabbit ears, and how adorable they were. Then in a sultry voice she growled, “AND, I love Captain Cat Burglar’s bulgy sweat pants!” Once again, Karen asked if I was going to model the uniform for her again. I meekly mumbled, “I don’t think so.”

Karen’s voice and attitude changed as she told me, “at first, I thought Captain Cat Burglar was a pervert, then I thought he was cute, but I NEVER thought Captain Cat Burglar would turn out to be a big WIMP!” With that, Karen abruptly turned around and steamed into her house.

I was stunned, she thinks I’m a wimp, a big pussy! I started to get a little steamed myself. It didn’t bother me that Karen called me a pervert, I’d thought that of myself many times after I had peeped on her. I muttered to myself, “I might be a pervert, but at least I’m an honest pervert.” I remembered how she tricked me after she discovered me. I remembered how she humiliated me, how sore I was. It burned me that Karen thought I was a wimp, what hurt more, I knew that she was right. I was a big wimp. As I continued to simmer, I muttered to myself, “OK, I’ll play her game, but this time I’m going to play to win, this time it won’t be a spur of the moment thing, this time, I’ll be ready.”

I suspected that Karen would not talk to me again, but I was wrong. Looking back, I think she knew exactly what she was doing when she called me a wimp. It’s a little scary, but Karen knew exactly how to make me do exactly what she wanted. After her husband Bill left on his trip, Karen came over to talk to me in the back yard. I thought her blouse showed more cleavage than what she normally wears. It was impossible not to notice. It wasn’t long after that and she returned in a bikini to do some sun bathing. We’ve lived next to Bill and Karen for over three years, and I’d never seen her sun bathe before. The bikini wasn’t much more than a few little triangles. Karen looked hot, really hot. My wife, Ann, made a few comments about Karen’s bikini. I think Ann wanted to see the rest of Karen’s hot body just as badly as I did.

Soon, my wife left for her reunion, and all I could think of was Karen’s hot body. I constantly wanted to jack off, thinking about making love to her, but couldn’t. I had to save every drop. Karen had better be ready this time. This time, she wouldn’t say, “oh its too big for me.” No, this time, I vowed, “I’m going to fill her with load after load of cum.” Yes, this time I wouldn’t be going home with blue balls. Not again, this time I’d be going home with a limp sore dick, not a sore ass. I muttered to myself, “Friday night, her pussy, her mouth, her ass, they all get it, she better be ready.”

I couldn’t spend all of my time dreaming about Karen, it was time to get ready.