Log inEating the Wife Next Door
I ran into my neighbor, Samantha while walking my dog that afternoon. She was on her knees, weeding in her front yard while I was walking my pup to a dog park a short distance away. I decided to stop and say hello.
She and her husband moved into their townhome shortly before I bought my place, about five years earlier. Over time, we became friends.
I had to admit that I found her very attractive. She was a petite and very fit woman in her late thirties. I had never acted on my interest in her as I had, until then, been in a relationship. Moreover, she was married. She was often home alone because her husband traveled extensively for work, often for months.
When we ran into one another, as we did that day, she would kiss me on the lips, not the usual peck on the cheek that I would get from other women. I liked it but considered it rather innocent until that one evening.
Occasionally, Samantha and I got together for drinks and catch up on the neighborhood gossip. Though a grown woman, she was still a tomboy and dressed the part most of the time. But occasionally, she dolled up and showed off her tiny ass and almost flat chest, which I found to be incredibly sexy.
Seeing her in her front garden, wearing her signature shorts and loose-fitting T-shirt, I struck up a conversation about our usual topics. We concluded our chat by setting a date for dinner later in the week.
It was summer, and the only thing I wore on those hot, sticky days were my khaki shorts and a button-down shirt, which would be my outfit that evening. That night, she chose to wear a long silk flower print dress that was tight fitting, revealing her delicious ass. The top of the dress was low cut with spaghetti straps, though she didn’t have any cleavage to reveal. Still, when I saw her, I immediately wondered what she would look like if I slid the straps off her shoulders. My idle thoughts were set aside as we drove to a Chinese restaurant in the neighborhood.
We selected a bottle of wine and then decided what we wanted to order for dinner. Our conversation focused on what we were doing for fun, and in the course of that conversation, she asked me if I was seeing anybody. I was always dating, but at that point in my life, there was nothing serious or interesting going on with my love life. I jokingly concluded that the critical thing was that I wasn’t getting laid.
Samantha retorted, “Me neither, and I’m pretty horny, what with my husband away so much.” I smiled but wasn’t sure what to say. In my mind, though, I wanted to offer to help her out with her problem.
As we ate our General Tso’s Chicken, I noticed she seemed to be studying me. Our eyes met, and we gazed at one another, but I thought nothing of it.
After dinner, we drove back home, and I was about to get out of the car when she suggested that I join her for an after-dinner drink at her place. She had just bought a bottle of Limoncello, an Italian liquor with a sweet citrusy taste, which we acknowledged was quite delicious. It would be a nice ending to the evening.
Once inside her condo, she pulled the bottle out of the freezer, poured two shots of the liquor, and handed me one of the glasses.
“Cheers,” I said, taking a sip of the drink. We continued to talk about this and that, and I commented on how much I liked the aperitif when she said, “You know, it’s nice to kiss and taste it on another person’s lips.”
“That sounds delicious, Samantha. Do you want to try it out?” I said, smiling.
Without hesitating, Samantha got up, sat sideways on my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her body and gave her a soft kiss on her lips, holding it longer than our perfunctory pecks. I could taste the Limoncello on her lips, and the flavor was intense coming from her. Soon, she slipped her tongue in my mouth as we pressed our lips together. Pausing, we both smiled.
“That was delicious, Samantha. Can I have another taste?” I asked. Without waiting for a reply, I pressed my lips against hers and slid my tongue past and into her mouth.
She felt my passion, pressed her lips hard against mine, and continued to hold me close to her. My hands were still wrapped around her tiny body, and I moved one hand up her back while the other hand pulled her ass closer to me. We both enjoyed the passion and continued to embrace it for some time.
Pulling her lips away, she said, “I need to get comfortable,” and swung her leg around, straddling me. “Ah, perfect,” she muttered.
My cock was getting hard as her body pressed against mine.
From the way she was sitting on me, her dress was taught, making it difficult to get her legs around me, so she pulled the dress up just above her panties. I could feel the heat of our bodies rise, and I felt my heart beat race.
We started kissing again, and then I began to kiss her neck, then her chest, slowly moving my lips down to the top of the bodice of her dress. Samantha started to moan.
I moved my lips back up to her own, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, then reached up to the straps holding her dress up and slid them off her shoulders. Our tongues intertwined.
Then, I slid my hands down to her chest, pulling the dress down, revealing her tiny tits, highlighted by her hard nipples. I immediately sucked on one, then the other.
“Oh god, that feels good,” she said.
My hands continued to move, pulling the top of her dress lower, then I slid my hands down to her ass and slipped them them inside her panties, and cupping both of her ass cheeks as I began grinding my cock between her legs.
“Oooooh,” she purred.
“I think that dress has to go, Samantha,” I remarked. “And the panties, too.” She didn’t say a word but slid the dress, then her panties off her hips and onto the floor, then stood there, with her legs apart. I undid my belt and quickly kicked my pants and shorts off my feet. She pulled up my shirt off of me, and we were both completely naked.
Straddling me again, she wrapped her legs around my hips, then whispered, “Fuck me!”
Holding her ass cheeks, I stood up and walked her over to the sofa, carefully lowering her down and spreading her legs apart. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and her cunt lips were already glistening from her excitement. She grabbed her knees and pulled them up just as I stroked the insides of her thighs, spreading them further apart, before slipping a finger inside of her cunt.
I so wanted to go down on her pussy, but at that at that moment, the only thing we both wanted was to fuck each other. Sliding the head of my cock between her cunt lips, her wetness was obvious, and I was eager to thrust my entire shaft into her tight hole.
I pressed my lips against hers, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I slowly slid my rod inside of her, plunging my entire length inside her pussy.
I started jackhammering her hole, and she began screaming with pleasure.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she yelled, thrusting her mons into my stabbing meat pole.
I began to do pushups of a sort as I plunged my hard cock into her quivering cunt. As I thrashed her hole, her legs began to thrust into the air in rhythm to my hips pounding against her tiny body.
“Oh baby, you’ve got such a tight cunt. I could fuck you forever,” I uttered.
We were both breathing heavily and as I started sucking on her tits again, I noticed beads of sweat on her chest.
“You fuck me so well,” she whispered.
Pulling out of her, I told her to get on her hands and knees. “Grab the back of the sofa, baby. I’m going to fuck you from behind.” Looking down, I watched as her pussy accepted my cock, taking it all in one stroke. Seeing that her puckered ass hole was wet from our juices, I decided to slip my thumb into her ass, adding to her pleasure.
“Oh, god!” was all she said as she moved her hips back toward mine. “I love that!”
As I continued to pound her from behind, I reached around and grabbed her tiny tits and gently pinched her nipples. After several minutes, I moved my hand down her belly, then slipped my finger between her cunt lips, then around her clit.
She started to moan loudly, her body spasming as I held her tightly. Soon, she started to come, moaning, “Yes! Yes!”
As she finished, I pulled my rod out of her sopping twat, letting her collapse onto the sofa.
“That was incredible,” she groaned.
“You are incredible, Samantha. I love fucking you.”
“You didn’t cum though,” she said as she started catching her breath. “Can I suck you off?”
I smiled, holding my still-erect cock in my hand. “By all means.”
She instructed me to lay back on the sofa as she got down on her knees. Grabbing my slippery shaft, she took the head of my cock, before taking the rest of my cock in her mouth. I didn’t think that she could get my entire cock, but she tried before gagging. Soon, I could feel the inevitable pressure in my loins and it quickly exploded. The first spurt shot in her mouth, then as she pulled my cock out of her mouth, the remaining spurts covered her face, with the remnants dripping down her chin.
We were both wiped out from the pleasure of our moment. She licked the cum off her lips, then gave me a final, passionate kiss.
I needed to get home, as it was well past midnight. Still wasted from our fucking, Samantha lay stretched out on the sofa, my jizz still covering her face and her legs splayed apart. Looking down, I could see her cunt was stretched and red from the pounding she just received.
“I needed that,” she said. “Maybe we can have some Limoncello again sometime?”
“Absolutely, baby. Next time, it’s my treat,” I replied. She smiled as she slipped her fingers inside her fuck hole.
