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Since many of you liked my neighbour series telling my affair with Richard, this next post will also be about a neighbour, only this time he is much younger and it was a one-time thing (there’s a nice and unexcpected twist about a year later, but I don’t want to spoil it).

After my affair with Richard ended so abruptly, I promised myself not to fall for a neighbour again. And I could keep my body off them for quite some time. As I told in the last part of that series, we moved to the suburbs of another city (much smaller one, quite away). Our house was next to an empty lot (actually, there were two half-made houses in that lot, but it was abandoned), and next to it there was another house where Charles lived alone. Charles was in his 60s, and had moved there after a prolematic divorce. He was hardly ever there, and every now and then his son (in his 20s) would come visit him. Nothing out of the typical, just some plain suburbial neighbourhood life. Next to them, there was another house, then another and so on and so forth.

One day, while my husband was at work, my sister-in-law came to visit me. I was 40 at the time, and she was married to my brother. We were having some tea, and all of a sudden, she looked out of the window with a strange look. The kitchen window led to the street, and my brother’s truck was passing by. She got up from the chair to the window. I didn’t really paid much attention to it, but she would just stay there, staring to the outside, without saying a word.

All of a sudden, she rushed outside. I walked behind her, but not keeping up since she was almost running. My brother’s truck was parked outside the house next to Charles’. My sis-in-law grabbed a rock from the street and threw it through the house’s window, starting to yell all sorts of insults both to my brother and the house’s owner. I didn’t know at that time, but she was suspicious that my brother was having an affair with this woman, who worked with him (yeah, small town issues). Neither my brother nor the woman in the house stepped outside, and my in-law continued to shout and cry and throw rocks to the house. I tried to calm her down, but she was out of herself. The house owner must’ve called the police, as they arrived quite quickly. The policeman didn’t want to touch my in-law, but there was a policewoman and she did try to grab her. The situation was sort of out of control.

Right at that moment, in a heavenly coincidence, Charles’ son’s car arrived, and he came running to stop the mess. He grabbed my sister-in-law’s arms and that gave the police the opportunity to reduce her for a moment, and convinced her to settle down if she didn’t want things to escalate. Luckily enough, she regained composture, the police chatted a while with her, everybody knew where everybody lives, so after she promised to keep quiet and stop vandalizing the house, the police didn’t take her and said they would wait for the house owner to fill in an aggression form or make a legal demand to take further steps, if that moment comes. Charles’ son, let’s call him Gerome had his arms around her to soothe her.

Once the police went away (neither my brother nor the woman ever appeared), I told her to come to my house for a soothing tea. My sis-in-law was shaking, she had never been that out of herself, and I was quite worried that she would brake again, so I asked Gerome to come with us. I felt really sympathetic with my sis-in-law, my brother had cheated on her many times (guess it’s in our DNA, maybe?) and even has a daughter with another woman, and she had forgiven him all the way. But I guess she had just had enough. After some minutes, she wanted to go to her home, and Gerome offered to take her, as we saw she was not ready to drive, but she refused. She wanted to be alone and left. I walked her to her car (I wonder how my brother could be such an idiot to not having seen her car parked here!) and returned inside, where Gerome was having his coffee.

When I entered the kitchen, the weight of the situation bore down on me, causing my legs to tremble, and I struggled to maintain my balance. Fortunately, Gerome was there to support me, placing his hands firmly on my waist as I leaned against the kitchen counter. I felt an immediate response between my legs. I had never fantasized about him at all TBH. However, in that moment, I couldn’t deny his youthful vitality and the enticing scent he seemed to exude. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, and it seemed as though he sensed my desire, as he pressed himself more firmly against me, gently grinding my ass, his hands gripping my waist with greater intensity. My sighs deepened as he skillfully moved his hands up my body, his touch electrifying as he reached my chest and confidently cupped my breasts while sensuously kissing my neck. These sensations ignited a fiery desire within me, transforming my sighs into moans. Unable to withstand, I turned to him, and our lips met in a fervent kiss. Our tongues intertwined, creating an instant connection. His hands, once on my breasts, now ventured lower, sliding beneath my leggings to caress my bare ass. The sensation of his youthfully strong hands on my butt overwhelmed me, causing my moans to crescendo with intensity.

He began to gently lower my leggings, his lips planting kisses on my thighs as he knelt before me. I assisted him in removing my leggings, and almost instinctively, I parted my legs slightly, granting his lips unrestricted access to my pussy. His tongue began to explore every inch of it, lavishing it with his youthful and passionate attention. The fervor of his kisses on my throbbing desire made it challenging for me to stay on my feet, urging me to gently pull him up, longing for the taste of his lips once more. As our mouths met in a passionate kiss, I could taste my own arousal on his lips, further fueling our needs. With a swift and masterful gesture, he skillfully removed my blouse, and since I was braless, leaving me completely naked while he was still fully clothed.

He trailed down from my willing lips to my breasts, lavishing them with his tantalizing attention. His tongue slid sensually across my skin, occasionally teasingly nipping at my responsive nipples before enveloping them with his warm, moist mouth. His skillful hands knead and released my breasts, each one receiving his fervent devotion in turn. I couldn’t contain my moans of pleasure, my fingers gently tangling in his hair as I pressed his head against my heaving chest. By that point, I was completely consumed by desire, a stark contrast to the ironic origin of this passionate encounter.

It was almost surreal how it had all begun, a tempestuous storm unleashed by my brother’s infidelity, which had settled just moments ago. Yet, here I was, in my own kitchen, less than ten minutes later, betraying my own husband again in the throes of passion with a neigbour. He knew he had me completely under his spell, and with absolute confidence, he made me turn my back to him, my body leaning against the kitchen counter, a silent invitation for his youthful vigor. His tongue traced a trail of fiery desire down my back, moving inexorably toward my exposed ass. There, he bit and nibbled, his lips and teeth sending shivers of pleasure through me. The alternating sensations of his tongue and teeth on my supple flesh heightened my anticipation as he drew nearer to my cunt from behind, his tongue an exquisite temptation.

Finally, my eyes shut tight, I heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his jeans, and the fabric hitting the floor as he peeled them off. His rock-hard, youthful cock was now ready to push the boundaries of my willing pussy. My moans intensified as he slowly, almost agonizingly, delved deeper into my married body. It felt like an eternity as he penetrated me, each inch sending sparks of pleasure through me. It was Heaven itself. He began a relentless rhythm, pounding me from behind, my breasts crushed against the cool kitchen counter. My eyes remained shut, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, my mouth a chorus of passionate moans. My hands grasped aimlessly for something to hold onto.

His thrusts grew more forceful, the rhythm of his passion driving me to the edge. Suddenly, his hand came down with a resounding slap on my trembling ass.

“You craved this, didn’t you?” he demanded, his voice laced with desire.

I managed to gasp out a breathless, “Yes,” before another hard slap landed on my ass, intensifying the sensation.

“You’re just like your brother, a deceitful little bitch,” he taunted.

The unexpected transformation of my neighbor’s son, from a stranger to a commanding figure, added an extra layer of arousal to the already electric atmosphere. We had hardly exchanged a word before this day.

“Lead me to your bed, bitch” he commanded, his voice oozing with confidence, virility, and raw masculinity.

I obediently took his hand, guiding him into my marital bedroom. There, I reclined on our matrimonial bed, my married legs spreading wide, offering my married womanhood to this twenty-something neighbor I had barely known until today. Our eyes locked, my heart raced, and desire soaked my married cunt.

He hovered over me, his kisses fierce and possessive as he drove into me.

“Take it all, you whore,” he moaned, his words a seductive blend of pleasure and domination.

My response was a desperate plea, my voice catching in the heat of passion. “Oh, yes, give it all to me. I crave every inch, I need it so badly,” I begged, struggling to discover my breath amid the ecstasy.

He gripped on my neck tight, applying an intoxicating pressure, his gaze locked onto mine with unwavering intensity.

“I could tell you were a whore from the moment I saw you,” he said, his words dripping with a mix of dominance and desire.

Each breath became a struggle as he continued to press on my neck, his thrusts gaining speed and intensity, pushing me closer to the orgasm. Finally, my body convulsed with pleasure, and I came so intensely that I dug my nails into his back in a desperate attempt to make him release my neck so I could moan my orgasm.

I felt his hot cum inside me at that very moment, making my own ecstasy last longer, blending with a new orgasm on top of the current one, my throat yelling out my pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure continued to wash over me, he eased the pressure on my neck, allowing me to catch my breath. Our bodies were still entwined.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You see, you’re not so innocent after all,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but smile, the post-orgasmic glow warming my cheeks. “Instead, you’re exactly what you seemed” I replied, tracing a finger along his jawline.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled in the aftermath of our secret affair.

We didn’t repeat in case you wonder, but there’s more to be told related to this story. Just stay tuned for further real stories.

NSFW: yes

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