Summary

A man fantasizes about his neighbor, leading to a mutual sexual encounter that unexpectedly includes his husband.

Abstract

The narrative begins with the protagonist, a man, waking up with sexual desire for his neighbor, whom he has been watching and fantasizing about. He pleasures himself while watching her engage in self-pleasure, both of them visible to each other through their respective windows. The tension escalates as they perform for each other from a distance until she invites him over. He leaves his sleeping husband to join her, and they engage in sexual activity. The encounter takes an unexpected turn when the protagonist's husband joins them, revealing that the husband was aware of and consented to the neighbor's involvement.

Opinions

The protagonist has a strong sexual desire for his neighbor, described in vivid detail.
The neighbor is depicted as confident and sexually liberated, as she is comfortable with self-pleasure and initiating the encounter.
The protagonist's husband is portrayed as open-minded and sexually adventurous, as he not only allows but also participates in the sexual activities with the neighbor.
The narrative suggests a theme of voyeurism and exhibitionism, with both parties engaging in mutual visual stimulation before physically acting on their desires.
The surprise inclusion of the husband indicates a pre-existing understanding or arrangement among the three individuals, hinting at an open relationship or similar dynamic.

Claiming His Forbidden Desire

I’d watched, waited, and been teased long enough

My eyes drifted open, fingers wrapped around my morning wood, I stroked myself thinking about her.

Long, strawberry blonde hair. Hourglass figure. Soft belly. Tits to fit in my large hands. And an ass to grab and smack as I fucked her into the mattress.

Yeah, I was horny as fuck. My cock needed a warm, wet pussy to sink into… and the fucker wanted hers.

Maybe today’s the day she says yes.

Standing at the window, watching hers, pre-cum spread down my length, she stared back at me.

Naked. Fingers rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples.

I stroked myself harder. Faster. One hand on the window frame.

Her legs widened. Fingers dove into her cunt. She licked her lips and winked.

My hips thrust towards her. Hers towards me.

Mouth open, I bit back a growl of release as my cum splattered the window, stroking myself through my orgasm.

I could almost hear her scream as her juices dripped down her hand. She pulled her fingers out, licking them clean.

She shuddered when I licked my fingers. I craved tasting our combined juices, fresh from her pussy.

Head cocked, lip between her teeth, she smiled and beckoned me over with a curl of her finger.

Who was I to deny a beautiful woman?

I snuck a peek at my quietly snoring husband in the bed and threw on a pair of red boxer briefs and slippers. Bedroom door closed with a near silent snick behind me. Our orange tabby padded down the stairs after me, looking for the food I dropped in his dish under the kitchen island.

With a deep breath and a final look to our bedroom upstairs, I adjusted my semi-hard cock, appeasing him with the thought of finally getting what he craved. The fucker pined for that juicy pussy next door. Had since she moved in two months before. He knew what we were up to and twitched in excitement.

A gleeful chuckle escaped me as I made my way across our backyard to her house. She stood at the sliding glass doors, still naked,touching herself. Fuck, she was sexy.

She ushered me into the kitchen. I lifted her onto the counter and parted her thighs, breathing in her sweet, tangy pussy. I dragged my tongue up her slit with a growl of approval, my cock straining against the cotton of my briefs.

Fingers digging into her thighs, I latched onto her clit, sucking and lapping at it. I caught it between my teeth, shaking my head lightly, and she grabbed my head and held me to her. She thrust her hips into my mouth, her lust squirting onto my tongue, dripping down my chin.

Today’s definitely the day she says yes.

Gasping for air, we grinned into each other’s eyes. I stood, positioning myself between her thighs. She grasped the waistband of my boxer briefs, pushing them down my thighs. I kicked them off into the corner as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

She leaned in, claiming my lips as her own. The back door slid open. We turned, shocked to find my husband standing there, cock in hand.

“Told you he had a magic tongue, didn’t I?” He kissed her, then me, shoving his tongue into my mouth while his fingers pumped her pussy.

Holy Shit. Who knew today would be the day he said yes.