Neighbors - Sex Stories

Neighbors

... her without getting angry. I retreated to my office and buried myself in work. She came and talked asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. "Too busy" I told her, which was partially true. I did have a suspense coming up and since I spent the last three hours fucking my pregnant teen and cleaning up our mess, I was a little behind schedule. When it was time for bed I forced myself to sleep next to her. Sleeping in the guest room or on the couch would raise questions. I was not ready for any yet. I woke up blurry eyed to the annoying sound of my cell phone. "Hello?" I asked groggily. "Morning sweetie," a soft voice said. "Do you believe me about your wife?" The question woke me up. It took me a second, first to realize the caller wasn't my wife but Jessica and then to recover from the fear of Tiffany over hearing Jessica's voice. She was not in the bed with me. It was super early, she wouldn't even be at work at this time. Where was she? "I don't know... I don't know why you'd lie so because of that I do believe I guess." "Meet me by the pool," she said and hung up. I got up. Stumbled down the hall wearing only my boxers. I had briefly considered putting more clothes on but then I knew I was meeting Jessica which meant more than likely we'd have sex any chance we could and clothes would only get in the way. I slowly opened the door and slipped out. I hadn't seen any sign of Tiffany but she must be home somewhere. Then I heard low moans. My heart sank as my eyes fell on a man ...

... leaning over a woman. Clearly they were having sex. My first reaction was anger. Pure rage. I rushed over grabbed the man and yanked him off. "Get the fuck out of here before I kill you you sorry sack of shit!" I kicked him in the side as he scrambled up and ran through the opening in the fence. I stood in disbelief as he rushed to the the back door to Jessica's house and slammed it behind him. I stood shocked for a moment before a low murmur brought me back to the woman. I looked down, there was Tiffany. She was crying and curled up in a ball mumbling "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. I'm sorry..." My rage died down and I felt myself go cold. I knew she was cheating on me. I knew it had been years. I was sure now. No wonder that lazy bastard still hasn't fixed the fence. My wife and him had easier access to each other with it down. Inside I knew I didn't care. I had let go of her. I realized my anger had been the thought the woman being fucked was Jessica. She had said meet ME outside by the pool. I had expected her to be here. She only wanted me to catch them. I thought she didn't want Tiffany to know. "Get out of my sight. I want you out of my house by the end of the week," I said levelly turning away and going back inside. She followed quickly behind me. "We can work this out, it was just the one time I swear," she lied. That upset me, I turned pointing at her and yelling, "really! So what happened you went out for a 3am swim and her was there and both your clothes fell ...