The [F]neighbor and [M]e (1)

My girlfriend and I have been togheter for over 10 years. We moved into our new house 3 years ago and since the birth of our son our sexlife has been irregular at best.
Recently I found out she hasn’t been the most faithful partner, so why should I?

This brings me to my neighbor. We’re roughly the same age, early 30’s, and our kids are the same age. Yet we don’t talk to eachother very often, I run into her husband every now and then at the bakery. We live in a small town and that’s the only shop in town. The other day I ran into her at the bakery and we started chatting, she even waited a bit so we could walk home togheter. She came of as flirtatious, but as I said before I don’t really know how she usually is. I went along with it.

To be honest, she isn’t exactly my type. A bit on the heavy side, not quite chubby, but still, around 5’8, short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Well I do like her eyes. Offcourse I’ve also noticed her breasts are pretty big, you can hardly miss them when you look at her. Unfortunately for me they were now hidden under a thick black coat.

With our kids at daycare and our partners at work we had nobody waiting for us at home. Ever since Covid I’ve been working from home quite a lot and I believe she’s a housewife. So I invite her in for a cup of coffee, without any ulterior motive. Maybe I was being a bit naive. The short hesitation and the hint of nervosity in her voice before she agreed were a clue in hindsight.

As I hung my coat on the chair and put my bread on the kitchen counter I suddenly hear her closing the blinds of the large windows in the living room. I turn around surprised and I watch her closing the blinds of the second window. As she turns around she doesn’t look directly at me. As if she was afraid she misinterpreted the situation, which she had. Averting my gaze she unzips her coat, slides it of her shoulders and hangs it over the couch. I get a chance to look her up and down. Brown boots at her feet, thight blue jeans and a baggy grey sweater. Not really a sexy outfit and she knew that.

I swiftly accessed the situation and possible consequences. She had as much to lose as me and I’ve been on a dry spell for a while. Without uttering a word I walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She tilted her face upwards and we kissed. You can’t imagine how good it felt to share a genuine kiss with another person after being physically neglected for so long. Her lips were a bit dry from the cold outside and I could taste the morning coffee on her, but her tongue intertwining with mine felt so good. I started running my hands over her back and ass as she put her arms around my neck.

After a bit I moved back and sat down on the couch. She immediately sat down on my lap facing me with her legs around me. I was already quite hard at that point. As she pulled her sweater and T-shirt over her head and I was faced with her huge tits held togheter by a simple purple bra I felt myself getting rock hard. We made our first real eye contact and smiled at eachother. Somehow I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time she was doing this, but I couldn’t care less. Planting a kiss on the freckled skin above her breasts I started kissing my way down, running my hands over her sides and lower back. She grabbed my head and pushed my face between her tits. Sniffing in her strange perfume I kissed the outline of her bra until I finally dared to undo it.

Gravity hadn’t been on her side, but her breasts were still quite something. Large pink areolas with large nipples, perfect to suck on. She moaned as I did and moaned even louder as I started playing with them using my tongue. Stimulating the other one with my left hand. I could also feel she started to grind against my crotch. She suddenly pulls my head back, a bit rougher than I’m used too, and starts tugging at my T-shirt. ‘Take it off.’ I realized these were the first words she spoke since she came in as I took of my shirt. She ran her hands through the hair on my chest and looked me up and down, as if she was sizing me up.

Getting off my lap she stood up and walked over to the stairs. Resting her hand on the banister she turns her head towards me. ‘Are you coming?’ I’m just staring at her. The thight jeans show off her thick ass, I watch the curves of her belly and her ample breasts. I was a bit hesitant fucking my neighbor on our bed, but I couldn’t resist her. She had something wild about her. Following her up the stairs I looked at the living room. Her sweater on the coffee table, her big bra casually laying on the rug and my shirt over the couch. If anybody walked in on this we would be extremely busted. I liked the way she didn’t give a shit about that as she walked in to my bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed.

To be continued…

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