Sneaking Around With My Neighbor

I can’t wait for his wife to leave in the mornings

I stared out my window to see whether Phil’s wife had left yet. My heart skipped a beat as she strutted over to the car in her stilettos. Without so much as a wave, she revved out of the driveway and down the street. I felt a fluttering in my stomach as Phil turned around and looked up at my window.

It all happened a week ago when I went over to my neighbor, Phil, to give him his package. We bonded over a chat about our dead bedrooms before the sexual tension became too much. Phil felt regret a few days later. But after more trouble with his wife, Mandy, that guilt disappeared.

I looked at his text message again from the night before.

Come over in the morning after Mandy leaves.

That one line gave me hope. Hope that life wasn’t always going to be shit in my empty marriage. While my husband snored next to me, I masturbated to the thought of another man fucking me. The excitement of seeing Phil again kept me up for most of the night.

Ding!

It was my phone.

Are you coming?

I smiled. Of course, I was. I’d worn my favorite white panties. The ones Phil pulled to the side only a week ago.

I jogged downstairs, my heart racing with anticipation.

“You look amazing, Tess,” Phil said as he opened the door.

He pulled me inside and we kissed. I shoved my tongue into his mouth as he grabbed my ass and pulled me close.

“That was the longest week of my life,” I whispered.

“And mine. I hate it when Mandy works from home,” he said.

I could still smell her perfume lingering in the air. Was this wrong? Did Mandy deserve better? No, Phil deserved better. I deserved better. Life was already so short. Why be miserable?

“Go upstairs to the bedroom. I’ll bring us something to drink,” he said.

“The bedroom?” I said.

Having sex in his marriage bed didn’t seem right.

“It’s more comfortable than the kitchen table,” he smiled.

I kissed him and went upstairs, feeling his eyes on my short dress as it bounced up and down. My mind raced with excitement. We were both close to fifty and acting like horny teens. And I didn’t want it any other way.

Their room was large with a four-poster bed. My feet sunk into the plush carpet as I marvelled at the display of jewellery on Mandy’s dressing table. I opened one of her drawers. It was packed to the brim with folded lingerie. I pulled out a pair of sexy lacy panties.

“She never wears that at home,” Phil said, placing a bottle of wine on the table.

“Shit, sorry, Phil. I didn’t mean to snoop,” I said, closing the drawer again.

“She wears them to work, though. I’m always hanging her thongs up when I do the laundry,” he continued.

I stared at the wine and chuckled.

“Wine? This time of the morning?”

“We deserve a little treat for afterwards,” he said, pulling me close again.

I could feel his bulge pressing against me.

“Let me treat you this time, Phil,” I said. “Lie down on the bed.”

He groaned as he rolled on the bed.

“I’d love to see your beautiful tits again,” he said.

“My saggy tits you mean?” I said, unbuttoning my dress.

“They’re perfect tits,” he said.

I unclipped my bra, allowing my large mounds to spill out. Dressed in only my white panties, I crawled onto the bed. I smiled at Phil as I jerked his pants down.

“I can’t believe Mandy doesn’t ride this every morning,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his rock-hard shaft.

I had the libido of a horny teen. I’d never be able to wake up next to Phil and not have his cock inside me.

“It’s been ages,” he said. “But let’s forget about Mandy.”

I wrapped my lips around his tip. I kept his gaze as I lowered my mouth over his cock until his tip hit the back of my throat. I sputtered and gagged. We both burst out laughing.

“Let me try again,” I said.

This time I had no trouble. I bobbed my head up and down, his veiny erection sliding deep into my mouth. Phil moaned and gripped the bed.

Owp! Owp! Owp!

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered.

I pulled my mouth off with a plop as soon as I felt his cock twitching.

“Shit, I was so close,” he said, his face flustered.

“I know,” I winked. “But I’d rather have all that cum inside me.”

“That’s the hottest thing anybody has ever said to me,” Phil said, pulling my body onto his.

I shoved my tongue into his mouth as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. His shaft pressed into the groove of my panties as our kissing became more intense.

“Let me ride you,” I whispered.

Phil yanked my panties down as I crouched over his erection. I guided his tip to my engorged lips. I let out a whimper as he squeezed into my fleshy canal.

“You’re a goddess, Tess,” Phil said.

I placed my hands on his chest and started riding him. I felt self-conscious about my breasts as they slapped against my body. Phil groped them, and I could see the intense lust in his eyes.

“I love your tits,” he whispered, reading my mind.

I leaned back and rode him hard, my body slamming down onto his pelvis. I didn’t care that my boobs were bouncing all over the place. I started shaking and my pussy contracted hard around his cock.

“Yes, Tess, yes,” Phil moaned.

The next moment he grunted and dug his fingers into my thighs. He shot his seed deep into my core as an intense orgasm surged through my body. We both trembled and moaned, basking in the ecstasy of our climaxes. Phil continued fucking me until he emptied himself in me.

I rolled to his side, the loud gurgle of his cum inside me filling the room. We both lay still, chests heaving with exhaustion.

He turned his head to me.

“Ready for that wine now?”

How my affair with Phil started: