My Neighbor's Husband - Sex Stories

My Neighbor's Husband

... around me, his eyes glued to my form. He didn’t say a word about mistakes or getting caught . No, as I stepped under the warm spray, dropped to my knees, and wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock, it was like he had forgotten all about his wife, all about the way we had talked the night before. I have no idea how late he was that morning, but I could feel my pussy for the rest of the day because that morning he had taken me like I was his. After I had bobbed my head on the end of his thick rod for a few minutes, long enough to taste the precum that oozed across my tongue, he had pulled me to my feet, kissed me, and then turned me around. “Bend over,” he had growled. Excitement shivered through me. Like I said, I’m a girl that likes cock, and his was one of my favorites. I bent over and shot him a coy glance over my shoulder as I spread my legs. "Like this?” I asked innocently. Without a word, he gripped my hips and his fingers dug into the crease where my thighs met my waist. I closed my eyes and took a breath as he lined himself up. The anticipation was enough, I was soaking wet. And then he was in me, his cock stretching my pussy wide as he buried himself to the hilt. I tried to dig my nails into the tile, it felt so good, the force, the way he pushed and pulled me onto his dick. I was his fuck toy, a rag doll to his animalistic thrusts. I had never seen him last as long as he did that morning. That morning he was unstoppable, a piston, a machine. Gone was the man that usually fucked me only when I asked for it. No, that morning he was a beast – from behind under the spray of the shower, then on the edge of the sink after we toweled off, my legs wrapped around the small of his back, and finally on his bed, my hair dripping wet on his wife’s pillow. My phone beeped. It was him. Under the picture of me, sitting in my little breakfast nook in the naughty new outfit I had gotten just for him, were the words: Don’t move. I’m on my way.