The Couple Next Door Ch. 06 - Epilogue

So I had to kill the snake after all. I did it with Bob's new shovel.
That just seemed to make the girls hornier than ever.
Mary had convinced Trish to pull out her old videos, and we sat inside all day and played with ourselves while Trish told us stories and we watched her in all sorts of sexual situations, even a few of Bob's videos. Let's just say that Bob has some sexual issues.
Mary and I sat on the couch while Trish operated the videos, and we all masturbated and told our own secrets and basically exhausted ourselves until we realized it was afternoon and we'd done nothing but play with ourselves all day.
The house smelled of sex and sweat. It was pure debauchery.
Trish had one CD she wouldn't show for some reason, and that made Mary and I all the more curious about what was on it. All she would say was that it was the last video she and Bob ever made.
Trish got up to go make sandwiches and Mary and I just stared at each other and the last video sitting on the coffee table. She nodded her head toward it, and we both looked into the kitchen to see if Trish was looking.
"Don't even think about it!" she yelled into the den, realizing how quiet we'd become.
The rest of the videos had been put back into a box with all the photos and old VCR tapes. This one just sat on the coffee table. It was shiny and new and unmarked.
"C'mon, Trish," I said. "How bad can it be?"
We'd sat there for almost three hours watching Trish and Bob and a whole lot of people we didn't know engaging in all sorts güvenilir bahis of sexual deviance, bi and gay, BDSM and mild torture, anal and role-playing and gang bangs and orgies.
Trish fast-forwarded and rewound and paused. It was exhausting. And beyond hot.
We watched Bob suck so many cocks he passed out, completely covered in cum, which prompted Trish and I to exchange glances that Mary immediately picked up on. We told her the whole story.
"You guys are awful," she said. Then asked for all the details.
Trish walked back in with sandwiches and said she needed to run to the store. We all looked at each other as Trish sort of shrugged and walked into her bedroom. We could hear water running.
"She's going to let us watch it," Mary said.
We sat side by side on the couch and stared at the CD. Trish came walking out of her room, picked up her keys and walked to the front door. She gave us one last glance then looked down at the coffee table and walked out the door.
We sat motionless, neither of us moving until we watched her car pull away. Just then, both our phones lit up. It was a text from Trish.
"Close the blinds," it read.
Mary got up to pull the curtains shut, and I slid the CD into the machine. Immediately, we could see this wasn't like the others.
A list of credits began to roll and then music. And then the title.
"Fuck Me"
"Oh my," Mary said.
This was a real porn flick. This wasn't grainy video or lewd cameras from bad angles. This was...
"Oh no," Mary said. türkçe bahis "This is our neighborhood."
We froze for a second as the camera zoomed in on Trish's front door. It opened slowly, and there she was, wearing nothing but a white unbuttoned oxford shirt a strap-on.
"Wow," I said. "Quite an opening scene."
The camera scanned the room we were sitting in, the exact furniture, the same pictures on the wall, the same magazine on the hearth.
"Goodness," Mary said. "This was recent."
The camera followed Trish as she walked in a sexy wiggle into the hallway behind us then into the bedroom where a woman dressed in an ill-fitting dress and stretched panties stood with her back to the camera, her blue dress hiked over lacy panties.
Then she slowly turned around.
It was Bob.
There were no voices, no script, just music, child-like, nursery music.
"I don't want to watch this," I said as Bob started to pull his panties down.
He went to his knees, the panties still around his ankles when the music suddenly stopped.
Bob turned to the camera, and in a feminine voice said "Fuck me."
A doorbell rang. We were transfixed on the video and the strange sensation that we were living the film. We assumed the doorbell was on the video. Then it rang again.
I paused the film, Bob on all fours as Trish appeared to be getting ready to put a pacifier into his ass.
Mary peeked out the curtain as someone jiggled the locked door.
"Nate!" she hissed. "It's fucking Bob!"
I ejected the güvenilir bahis siteleri CD and we froze, hearing him go down the steps.
"Why doesn't he use his key?" Mary whispered.
"He is," I said. "Trish must've already changed the locks."
We saw Bob cross back to the front then head to my house. This was our chance to escape.
"Mary," I said, "it's been real. I'm going to go talk to him."
We snuck out the back door and Mary walked down the street while I ran to the backyard just as Bob walked around the corner. He was crying. He walked right up to me and hugged me, crying and trying to tell me something.
I put an arm around him and led him into the house.
I opened a beer for him and he began to tell me about him and Trish and the breakup and the locks being changed on his house, and all I could see was him in a dress and panties on all fours begging for his nan-wife to fuck him.
He tried hugging me again and I backed away. Then he lunged at me and kissed me, hard and clumsily. I turned away as his hand reached down to my crotch, still crying. He went to his knees and unzipped my pants.
I didn't stop him.
Bob fumbled with my shorts until they fell to the floor. My cock sprang out, and he took it in both hands and began to suck me, slowly and expertly. He was good at it. I leaned my head back and moaned. I didn't even notice him unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I was holding his head and grinding my hips as he took my cock all the way to the base, carressing my balls and bringing me closer to cumming. My head was spinning. My eyes were closed when I felt him stop. I looked down and saw Bob turning around on all fours.
My eyes were wide open.
"Fuck me," he said. "Fuck me, Nate."