The neighbor - Sex Stories

The neighbor

You are having a few drinks with the neighbor as usual on Friday night. Your husband is away. He frequently goes away for business, leaving you alone to take care of the house and kids. You understand, but it gets old quick. You have had several drinks tonight and are arguing with the neighbor, again. You both always end up arguing about something. It’s in his nature. There is no anger involved; he likes to banter back and forth for the competition of it. You find it very trying. However, he is a nice guy, and otherwise good to talk to. He is also a good friend. He has been there for you in the past when you needed someone and your husband was away. He has done things around the house. He has checked on the dogs. He has shoveled the driveway when it snows. He has provided companionship. You were lonely, and he was lonely, too. He cares for you. You like him, but… Regardless, he is there for you, and you feel you owe him. Tonight, he is on a roll. “And you know what else?” he asks, “Soccer is gaining ground.” He is talking about the world cup. He is a huge soccer fan. You are too. He is going on about his English teams. You are listening, but not really paying attention. “You want a beer?” he asks as he gets up. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna get another glass of wine,” you say. “Alright.” He goes into the garage. You go to the counter and pour yourself another glass of wine. You look at the bottle and notice you have had almost the whole thing. He walks up behind you. You didn’t ...

... hear him come in. You have had a lot to drink, you think. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck. “She is asleep,” he says referring to his wife across the street. “We shouldn’t,” you protest. But you don’t move away. “I know. But I can’t help it. She never wants to have sex,” he says. Then adds, “ And, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he kisses your neck again. His lips are soft and you tilt your head as he kisses you. He moves his hands to your ass. You are wearing sweat pants, no panties, and he caresses your body through them. He grinds his hips against you. You want to say no, but find yourself grinding your ass against him. “Oh, we can’t do this again,” you try to protest. He reaches around and caresses your breasts through your t-shirt. “I have been staring at your nipples through your shirt all night. They are so hard,” he says…accurately. You can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Scott…” Your protests are getting weaker and your groin is getting hotter. “Brittney…” he mimics. “Hmmmm…” you moan and push your ass harder against his hardening cock. He pulls down your sweats just below your butt and starts playing with it. Then he moves his hand around and under your shirt. You feel his hand as he cups your breast and pinches your nipple lightly. You bite your lip with pleasure. “Oh,” you moan. Behind you, he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out. He moves himself between your legs. You reach around and start stroking him. “Oh god…” he whispers. You ...