Jealous Neighbors - Sex Stories

Jealous Neighbors

You have the whole house to yourself for the evening for the first time in who knows how long. Your husband took the kids to the drive in to give you some time free of responsibility. Rather than taking it easy and binging Netflix, you think it's the perfect night to power wash the front of the house that you have been waiting for your husband to do for weeks. It came to you on a whim, so you aren't exactly dressed for the task at hand.

As the sun goes down and it starts to cool off and get dark, you know it's the perfect time to get started. Clothed in your green tshirt dress and birkenstocks, you drag the power washer and ladder to the front porch and figure that's the best place to start. "who's bright ide was it to the paint the house white?" you think to yourself.

After flicking the gas lanterns a few times to get them both to start, you turn on the rest of the porch lights illuminating your first area of attack. You put on your AirPods to listen to some music and hook up the power washer. Something about listening to Audible makes the work go so much faster. All the lights on the porch illuminate the house but make the street behind you pitch black.

Because of the darkness, you don't notice the neighborhood couple that are out for a run. if you saw them, you would recognize them from the gym where all of you pass by one another almost daily where you smile and nod, but have never talked. They wave, but you are completely unaware, focused on your task at hand. ...

... You start with the windows and glass door on the porch hoping they don't leak and let water in the house. After a few trips inside just to make sure, you feel safe continuing. This is going better, and faster, than expected. Between the spray of the water and the Audible distraction, you are completely oblivious to anything going on in the street behind you. The running couple has become separated and the husband finds himself in the street in front of the house, panting to catch his breath from the run.

You give the porch ceiling a go, but realize that the ladder is going to be needed. As you make your way up the ladder and stretch to shoot the water in the corners, you are unaware that the tshirt dress has lifted up exposing your barely thong covered ass to the man in the street. He is nervous that you might fall off the ladder, but seeing your round, perfect ass has already tented his shorts and he knows there is no way he can come up to you without it being incredibly obvious and awkward. He gazes around nervously to see if his wife is coming, not knowing what her reaction would be to him perving on the neighbor, even though she has commented to him many times about how hot you are. but he cant pull his stare away from you.

You continue to wash the ceiling but every time you stretch out to reach higher, more of your ass is exposed. The single string of your black thong disappears between your ass cheeks and the man's raging hardon gets larger and larger.

As you ...