I Started an Affair With My Neighbor

It was amazing to feel a connection again

“This isn’t my package!” I shouted from my front door.

The delivery guy shrugged his shoulders and jumped back into his van. I checked the address: it was for my neighbor, Phil. I recognized the high-class brand name. His wife was always dressed to kill. I shook the box a little. It felt like shoes.

“I better take this over,” I mumbled to myself.

It was the last thing I wanted to do this time of the morning. I hadn’t even had my coffee yet. But I knew she’d appreciate having the parcel before she drove off to work.

I grabbed my gown, slipped into my shoes, and walked into the cool morning air. I turned and looked at myself in the glass reflection. I puffed my hair up a bit. I hadn’t even done my makeup yet. We were both married. And I was no match for his wife anyway.

“Tess!” Phil greeted me with a big smile.

His eyes darted to my cleavage and up again. His greying hair was brushed back.

“I think Mandy will probably want this before going to work,” I said, handing Phil the package.

He stared at it and shook his head.

“Mandy. Spending money we don’t have. You’d never say we were on our second mortgage!” he chuckled.

He smiled again, highlighting the lines of experience on his weathered skin. We were both close to fifty with kids in college. I couldn’t help but wonder whether his bedroom was as dead as mine. My husband had checked out of any intimacy years ago. And here I was, close to fifty with the libido of a teenager.

“Please, come in,” he said, holding the door open.

“I don’t want to intrude,” I said.

“Mandy left ages ago. I was about to make a fresh pot of coffee,” he continued.

“Sure,” I smiled.

I stepped inside the warm house. The décor was exquisite. Mandy had good taste. Phil groaned as he crouched down to open the kitchen cupboard.

“You too?” I laughed.

“It’s not like Mandy keeps me limber,” he said.

He turned away from me. It looked like he regretted revealing as much as he did. I wondered whether he’d ever strayed at all. I had a short affair some years ago. My husband never could keep up with my need for sex. I ended up fucking the college kid who worked at a diner nearby. The sex was hot, but it felt shallow. And most of the time he simply couldn’t get me to climax. He didn’t understand that real life wasn’t like the MILF porn he loved watching.

“I don’t see why not. You certainly seem more than able to keep her on her toes,” I said without thinking.

He turned around. The lust in his eyes made my stomach flutter.

“You really are a beautiful woman, Tess,” he said.

My gown had come undone again. I caught Phil’s eyes wandering down. I untied my gown, slipped it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I felt vulnerable. Exposed. But also empowered by Phil’s words and obvious arousal. I stood only in my bra and panties.

“I’m not as firm as I used to be,” I said.

He put the coffee down, his eyes fixated on my tits.

“That makes you even sexier,” he said.

I went down onto my knees, ready to suck him off.

“No,” he said, pulling me back up.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around my body, and we kissed. My body buzzed with excitement. I slipped my tongue into his mouth as his hands moved down my waist. Phil grabbed my ass, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh as his bulge pressed against my panties.

“Phil,” I whispered, feeling the wetness building between my legs.

He lifted me onto the island with a soft groan and we both giggled.

“You are so fucking sexy, Tess,” he said, before grabbing my knees and parting my legs.

I gripped the counter and whimpered as his tongue slid over the front of my panties. He pressed the material into my wet groove, humming into my throbbing cunt.

“That feels so good,” I gasped.

I whimpered again as he pulled my panties to the side, exposing my thick lips. I bucked my hips as he buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking on my nub. The next moment my body started quivering. Phil had his tongue firmly in my opening when I climaxed hard. I cried out, grabbing his hair as I thrust my pussy into his face.

“You’re amazing,” he said, lifting his glistening face from my lips.

I sat up and pulled him close.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.

I reached down and pulled his pulsating erection from his pyjama pants. Phil pulled my body closer to his and pressed his tip against my folds. My body quivered with lust as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Phil grunted as he shoved his cock deep into my fleshy canal. I cried out, feeling him stretching me.

He grabbed my ass and started fucking me hard.

Flup! Flup! Flup!

The intense, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the kitchen. Phil kissed my neck and squeezed my tits.

I felt alive.

I shrieked as my body started convulsing again. Phil fucked me harder. I could feel his cock pulsating deep inside me. A moment later he groaned loudly as he exploded, sending a thick jet of cum deep into my core. My orgasm surged through my body. I could feel my pussy contracting hard around his cock as he continued spurting his seed into me.

After what felt like hours of orgasmic bliss, Phil pulled himself out with a squelch.

Our heavy, ragged breathing was the only sound in the kitchen as he helped me off the counter. I held onto him; my knees ready to give in. He looked at me.

“I would very much like to do this again.”

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