My Neighbor's Husband - Sex Stories

My Neighbor's Husband

I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry. He had already told me that we couldn't talk on the phone. No more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what set her off. The perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and I only spray it across my breasts. But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.” Of course, I tried to calm him down, tried to be a friend and a good listener. I told him that it was alright, that he was worried about nothing, that there was nothing for her to find, that we had been careful. It took almost an hour, but he finally seemed to soften a bit. For a minute, I thought he was going to cry, but he came around, said it wasn’t my fault, said he was sorry for bringing me into his problems, that he didn’t need this kind of shit happening right now, but that I was the only good thing in his life. You know, all the right things when you are confused between the woman lying in your bed and the woman downstairs. From my window downstairs, I watched his wife drive off the next morning. I wondered if he was up yet or if he had decided to sleep in. And I’ll be honest, I thought about leaving him alone. There was a little ...

... part of me that felt sorry for him, but then I liked what we had. I liked him. So, wearing nothing but my skimpy little bath robe, the one that hits me right in the middle of my thighs, I walked from the second floor to the fourth. The whole way, I wrestled with what I was doing. I mean, he was trying to be a better man, right? Trying to keep his failing marriage together, but I didn’t like the fact that everything was his decision. Wasn't I part of this too? I mean, I liked us. I liked the way we fit together, his cock, the way he held me after we were spent. Can’t a girl decide what’s good for her too? The front door was unlocked and I could hear the shower running. I looked around the place. There were bills on the kitchen table, his suit jacket was hanging on the doorknob to the second bedroom, his office, and I leaned down and smelled the lapel. I do love the way he smells. After sneaking around a bit, the adrenaline pumping through me as I thought about the possibilities of getting caught - his wife coming home was my biggest worry - I carefully opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. The room was filled with steam and the smell of his soap thrilled me. I pulled the curtain back and dropped the robe from my shoulders. His eyes went wide and wandered over the curves of my body. I tucked my hair behind my ear and took him in. It was that moment, that moment where you can almost feel the energy between two people. I stood there naked, the steam from the shower washing ...