MY FIRST TIME WITH MY NEIGHBOR – Part I. [MF] [First time] [MILF] [Cheating]

I’ve had this woman called Monica live in my neighborhood for a long time. She’s quite short but curvy, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. She’s a tiny, charming lady even at first glance. She must be around 45, and her voice… She has such a high-pitched tone! She sounds like a tiny bird tweeting. Every time I hear her talking, it makes me… It always makes something work inside me.

There’s only one problem with her: she’s married. Apparently, I know her family quite well, too. In fact, her son – Daniel – and I were good friends when we were children. I also know her younger son – Benjamin –, who I meet at times when I go out to play football with my friends. And John, her husband, is a big, bald guy – who is actually really friendly! I like them all, to be honest. They’re good neighbors, despite being a bit noisy at times.

Anyway, getting back to the main topic… The girl is taken. But I don’t really mind it. Child-bearing’s noticably had a positive effect on her figure. I guess she used to be somewhat thinner before getting pregnant, but now, two kids later, she has a bit of a belly, thicker legs and arms, and the best part: she has such huge breasts! They’re like two bags full of milk hanging on her chest. And I bet her lap is soft and warm as well.

Now you have the context and perhaps understand my situation and why I’ve been attracted to Monica, this woman, wife and mother, since I was a young teen.

I browse her pictures on social media quite often, and try to imagine what I would do to her if I had the chance. I usually can’t last long. She’s overly seductive. Words can’t even describe it. She’s the woman of my dreams.

I’ve never had the courage to make a move, though. I thought I was too young for her, but I turned 20 this year, and so did her son, who went to college. And John, the husband, works a lot and recently started going to the pub on weekends. The younger boy, Benjamin, is barely at home, too. So I’m old enough, and she must feel somewhat alone these days. She could be looking for a bit of fun – just as I am.

She works in a local drugstore. I didn’t have the balls to come over to their place or text her directly, so I visited this shop on a summer’s day back in June. As I had expected, I found her standing at the cashier’s desk.

– Hi! – I waved at her with a smile from ear to ear. I was a lot braver than ever before, because I’d been on a two-week streak without doing the thing. However, I still had my heart ready to jump right out of my chest. It was quite the adventure!

– Hey, Joe! – she said, and smiled back at me. – I haven’t seen you in a while!

– Yeah, it’s such a shame. Do you miss me? – I asked laughing.

– Well… Kind of – she said. – Dan and I were talking about you the other day.

– About me? – I became curious.

– Yeah – she replied, running her fingers through her hair. I was in love with these little movements of hers. – How you have changed.

– Have I changed? – I asked.

– Yeah. – Even that “yeah” was arousing. Her tone… I unintentionally bit my lip. – You’ve got to be so… – She seemed to be looking for the right word.

– So…?

– So… – She ran her eyes over me from tip to toe and said: – Mature.

– Oh! – I was surprised by her word. – Well, thank you – and I smiled again. – I pay attention to manage myself as well as I can, it’s true.

– Good for you! – she laughed to me. – Anyway… Can I help you?

– Um… – I forgot what I just came here for. – I don’t know. It’s quite uncomfortable to ask for…

– Ask for what?

– Well…

– Just out with it!

– I… am planning to have my… first time, and I’m lookin for… You know.

– Say no more – she told me. She looked a bit confused at first. – I thought you’ve already… I mean…

– Oh! No, no I haven’t – I was embarrassed, too. – I know I’m late.

– No, no, you’re not, I didn’t mean that.

Meanwhile, we got to the shelves with the rubbers, lubes and other stuff on them.

– Here – she said.

– Thank you. – I took a pack of condoms and went on: – Which type would you recommend?

– Me? – She got confused again. – I… Um…

I corrected myself: – I mean, which one is the best sold?

– Oh! The ultra-thin one! – she said curtly. – Here – and she put a pack in my hand.

– Sounds great – I said. – Why is it so good? – At this point I didn’t really care, I was just in the flow and was excited about her answer.

– Uh… Sorry, but I… – she blushed.

I started laughing: – Come on! I want to know! It’d better be good if I pay for it! – This silly, joking attitude seemed to work. There was even a slight touch of sexual vibration to it. And she enjoyed it, too. I could see it.

– Well… It’s like if you were not even wearing it. – She was looking into my eyes all this time in embarrassment.

So I did the same: – Well… It sounds very exciting. – And I looked straight into those shiny brown eyes. – At least the way you describe it.

– Alright, I’m done! – she chuckled, burying her face in her hands.

– Sorry for going too far – I said. – I’m a bit stressed because of this whole thing – and I shook the purple-colored pack of ultra-thin condoms she’d just handed me.

– No, I get it – she told me. – That first time is special. Have fun!

– Thanks! I hope we will! – And I gave her a wink.

I took a bottle of lube as well, and then she followed me back to the cashier’s desk. While I was paying, she said: – We could talk later, if you…

– Yeah, we could! – I replied.

– You could just… You know.

– Come over maybe? – I asked. I was on the right track. I could feel it.

– Absolutely! Yeah! – That “yeah” again. It was driving me crazy.

– We could talk about that later – I told her.

– Okay!

I finished with the paying and packed my things in my bag. – Bye for now!

– Bye! – she said with that high tone, and she was touching her hair again. I could see her bra lightly showing through her shirt. I felt the sudden instinct to go back and…

“No. Not now. It’s definitely not the right time and the right place.”

I left the shop with excitement and a huge grin on my face. I was finally on the right path to achieve one of the biggest goals of my life!

I waited a few days until I texted her about her invitation. I didn’t want to look too enthusiastic – I was afraid she would’ve stepped back from the meeting if I had done so. I didn’t want to be creepy, so I dropped her a message after three days, on a Thursday afternoon.

(Messages sent on 16th June, 2022)

Me: – Hello!

Her: – Hi! How are things?

– I’ve been thinking about what you told me in the store the other day.

– Oh yeah, I said we could meet sometime!

– Yes! So I’m free this week and the next one.

– Great! Jump right over then, if you’d like to.

– Absolutely! When would it be ideal for you? I don’t want to disturb you by any means.

– Don’t be silly! Anytime is good for me. The others are at home on weekdays, too. They’d be happy to see you as well.

That’s what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to deal with the others at all. I wanted only her.

But then the next message from her popped up: – Or do you want it to be only between you and me?

At this moment I knew for sure that she was aware of my intentions. There was only one right answer to her question: – Yeah. Just you and me.

– Alright. How about this Saturday then?

– Perfect. Are you sure I’m not interrupting you?

– Of course not! I’m really looking forward to you coming over!

– Great! Bye till then!

– Bye!

We started using emojis during our conversation, and after that “Bye!” she sent me one throwing a kiss, which implied that she was looking for something. For some fun. Just the way I had thought.

And then that certain Saturday came. I texted her one more time to ask her what time I should come.

(Messages from 18th June, 2022)

Her: – John is working till late in the night and Ben leaves at 1pm. He stays at his friend’s place until tomorrow.

Me: – That sounds good!

– How about 2? I have to get ready.

– Yeah, 2 will be good. Should I bring something?

– Just yourself. – She sent me a wink.

– Alright! – I grinned.

– I’m waiting for you. See you then! – And that emoji again. “Something is going on for sure. She said she’s waiting for me.”

So I drank plenty of water that day, made sure I had a good breath, clipped my nails and came over at 2pm. I brought a bottle of sweet red wine with me, just for safety’s sake. Just to ease the mood.

I rang at the front door. My heart was beating in my throat, and I had a terrible vision where John, her husband, came out and asked what I wanted. And I couldn’t answer. “Hey man, how’s it going, I’m here to bang your wife!”

But that fortunately didn’t happen. Instead, I saw Monica appear at the corner of the house and come to the front door. She was wearing a foxy dark red dress. Its neckline was cut just above her cleavage, so I could see her whole chest, but not the main thing. And it drove me crazy. She had a beautiful, thin gold necklace around her neck.

– Hi! – she whispered with that certain voice. – Come in!

We made sure the neighbors didn’t see us.

– Hey! – I was shocked by her beauty as I glanced over her. – You look… Great!

– Do I? – She turned around, so I could see that dress tighten on her curvy butt. It fit her chest very well, too. It covered her whole body perfectly.

– Yeah. You are beautiful – I said as I stared into Monica’s brown eyes. She had put on a slight touch of makeup as well.

– Thanks!

– Um… This one I brought for us. – I raised the bottle of wine in my hand.

– Oh, you shouldn’t have!

– I hope you like it – I said.

She winked at me: – We’re about to find out.

As I entered the house, a few old memories came back to me. Dan and I used to play in his room every now and then, so the house seemed familiar.

First we took a seat at the table in the kitchen, and we opened the wine.

– I shouldn’t drink too much – Monica said. – I don’t want John to find out.

– It’s only a bottle of wine! – I replied.

We had a few glasses while talking about Dan and how he was doing at the college. We talked about Benjamin, John and me as well. Eventually, I asked her the question: – And how do you stand being alone so often?

– Hardly – she said, followed by a sigh.

– I see that.

We were sitting in silence for a while. Then she said: – Come, I have something you might like!

“That’s it”, I thought. “It’s happening!”

She went to one of the rooms and I followed her. I could hear some noises, but at first I didn’t find her.

– I’m here! – she shouted, and I saw a bra and pants being thrown across the room.

“My God”, I thought. “It’s happening for real!”

In my mind’s eye, I could already see her bare breasts hanging above her little belly, and her nipples pointing forward like sweet strawberries. I could see her juicy lap as well. “I wonder if it’s shaved or not. She seems to be the kind of chick who leaves a tiny patch of hair on it.”

And then she came to the door. Now I could see her. But for my disappointment, she was still wearing that red dress – which still fit her perfectly. But she would’ve been by far a lot more gorgeous without it.

– Will you come in, or just stand there, staring at me? – she asked.

– Yeah, I’m coming.

– Is there something wrong?

– No, no. I was just… You know, the memories.

– Oh, I see – she said. – I’m about to show you some more!

She pointed at a bunch of photo albums laying on the bed. We spent the next hour looking at photos and recalling memories. Some of the pictures showed me and Dan cycling and playing together. We must have been about 10.

– See, I looked a lot better then – Monica stated.

– No, you didn’t – I said immediately.

– Yeah, maybe you’re right. I didn’t look good then, nor do I now. That’s what you meant.

– Come on, you’re kidding me!

We both felt dazed by those glasses of wine.

– Tell me what you think then! – she told me.

– I don’t think I should – I replied. I really felt that way. At this point the risks were too high. “What if I misunderstood her intentions, and she doesn’t want anything from me?” I was not afraid of her telling John about all this: I was afraid of being rejected. Then I would suddenly have become a fool.

– If you really think so… – She shrugged. – How about drinking some more wine?

– I’m in – I said.

We both poured two more glasses and drank them one after another, sip by sip, while chatting about this and that. The bottle was empty all of a sudden. I felt dizzy and we laughed a lot. We were drunk… not completely, but a bit.

– So… – she started one more time. – What do you think of me?

– Uh… – Despite being drunk, I was still uncertain. – I don’t know.

– You came here for a reason, didn’t you? – she asked, raising her eyebrows.

It was my intention to get her drunk and get her laid, but at this point she had taken control over me.

– So why won’t you tell me?

– Okay. – I gave in to her… and myself. – I like you. And not just the way you might think.

– How do you know what I’m thinking? – she giggled.

– You’re right. – Then I said the main thing: – I find you attractive.

– Uh-huh.

– But… like crazy.

– I thought that – she said.

– Of course you did. There’s no way to play dumb games anymore – I admitted.

– Since when? – she asked. – I mean, since when…

– Since I was a teen. I’ve always… – It was so uncomfortable to talk about one of my greatest secrets. – I’ve always had a crush on you.

– I see. – She looked… like… disappointed to me.

– Sorry for all of this, maybe I shouldn’t have…

– No, no, don’t say that! – she told me. – You came here for something, because I invited you… for something.

– Yeah, I knew that, but…

– There’s no but. – She sat right next to me. – What would you like to do now?

This time it really was happening. Turning back was not an option anymore. Her gorgeous face, her necklace, her chest was just a few inches from me. I could have squeezed her boobs if I had wanted to – and of course I wanted to! My jeans suddenly felt tighter than ever before, and my pants were about to explode from my erection. I gulped.

I pulled her closer and hugged her. It was indescribable to feel her soft curves around me. I pushed my cock to her belly, making sure she felt it. I ran my hands over her hips and her butt, and I kissed her slowly. I must have been terrible at it, but oh Lord, did it feel great! She was soft and warm, every bit of her.

We were standing there kissing for quite a long while. I buried my lips in her neck. Then I started to undress her, but she stopped me: – Not now.

– Why? – I asked indignated.

– Shouldn’t we have a shower before we…? – she asked.

– Oh…

– Would you like to go first?

– Yeah – I replied. – Yeah, course. Do you have a towel or…?

– Sure!

She handed me a towel and soap as well. I took a shower as fast as I could. I used cold water to boost my circulation, and felt like a lion ready to hunt afterwards. I was observing myself in the mirror while flexing my muscles. “Boy, you look good!”, I whispered to my reflection. I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

– Wow! – Monica exclaimed. – You’re… hot!

– Thank you!

I loved this free, uninhibited tone we were talking in. It was like I had finally shaken all my shackles. I felt so thankful for Monica. I came up to her and kissed her long one more time.

– I can’t wait for you to finish – I told her.

– No need to wait too long – she said as she entered the bathroom. She removed her dress, so I could see the bands of her bra and her butt with the laced panties on as she was standing with her back to me.

– Jump in the bed and get ready! – She dropped her bra as she closed the door.

I started feeling myself up, so I wouldn’t be too sensitive when we get down to the thing. I made sure not to bring it too far, though – having it released before we even start would’ve been one hell of a shame. So I was doing it gently.

After a good fifteen minutes the door opened. She put on a dark blue bathrobe which she left loose around her chest. This time I could see her cleavage. Around her waist she tightened it, so it presented her charming figure perfectly. She put her arms above her head and posed for me at the doorframe, bending her body and showing off her wide hips. Then she made slow steps towards the bed and me, and stood still at my feet. I was laying there numb. “Good Lord”, I thought.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yrbrnj/my_first_time_with_my_neighbor_part_i_mf_first