Cheating with the Neighbor - Sex Stories

Cheating with the Neighbor

... look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn't want to fuck me." I knew I couldn't. I took an eye to Anne when we met, but never in a million years could anything ever happen between us. I would catch myself staring at her body at our couples dinners together. I love my wife but this, this is different. My attraction to her was based on her age and my lust. I always wondered what an older woman would be like in bed, so meeting Anne piqued my interest. What I wanted to do right then and there was take her right on the floor, doggystyle, with her husband in the bedroom a few doors down. I wanted to take her every way imaginable, in the pussy, in the ass, in the mouth. And I wanted her to scream with pleasure. But I couldn't go that far. The best thing that I could do was just what I did. "Of course I want to fuck you Anne. What man wouldn't? But I don't think I want to act on that feeling tonight, not with Jackson so near." "You're right, Rick," said Anne. "As much as I'd like to explore what we have together it's not smart to do anything like this. Are you free Monday night? Jackson is going out of town overnight to see his brother. I'll be available at any time of the night if you're interested." "I don't think I have anything going Monday night," he smiled. "I'll give you a call. I should be going, though. The longer I stay here with you the better the chances are that we get into trouble." Anne stood there nodding her head. She came over to say goodnight and kissed me ...

... tenderly, with a hint of longing thrown in. She hugged me tightly, as a lover would do, as if to never let go. I returned her kiss and whispered that Monday was only two days away. When I broke the kiss to leave, she was smiling. Sunday was just worthless to me. I couldn't get the image of Anne out of my mind and it led to a very unproductive day. I moped around the house doing little odd jobs in an effort to get my mind back on track, but to no avail. At one point I saw Anne working in the landscaping around their house and I fought the urge to masturbate right then and there. That evening I spoke to Molly. We told ourselves how much we missed each other and the guilt crept in. What was I thinking? I couldn't jeopardize my marriage over a fling with a 50-something woman, but the prospect of having sex with Anne flooded my thoughts after we said goodbye. I knew that I simply had to have this woman. Monday was, in a nutshell, crazy. I actually had a good day at work, as thoughts of the evening and what could be kept me in a perpetually good mood all day. Even my staff thought that I seemed to be happier than normal. I wrote it off as having a very good phone conversation with Molly the night before. When I got home after work, I noticed that the garage door to Jackson and Anne's house was open, with only Anne's car inside. Jackson must have left already. The urge to call Anne was growing stronger, but I had to hold off a bit. I thought I would wait until the sun went down. The ...