The New Neighbor chapter 3 [M35/F33] [penetration] [cheating] [oral]

With Christmas fast approaching, the weather was getting colder, it was starting to snow, and Bryan, Amanda’s husband, had decided that he wasn’t going to travel for work during the holidays, throwing a damper in our plans to try to get together every Monday. We had started to text each other, and she would keep me company while I worked, her naughty side coming out in the texts. I couldn’t convince her to send any pictures, but the words flowed free of what she wanted to do.

The week before Christmas, my wife and her sister took our kids out to do some last-minute Christmas shopping, leaving me at home for a bit. After getting a snack, I sat down on the couch, turned on an episode of Yellowstone, and settled down to watch it. I was a few minutes into the episode when my doorbell went off, and I heard a light knock at the turn. I paused the TV, walked to the door, and opened it to see Amanda standing there. She was bundled up in a black winter jacket, black pants, and had on a pink beanie with her blonde hair hanging out of it. She had a gift in her hand that she offered out to me after I opened the door.

“Thanks!” I said with a smile. She returned the smile and said, “Thanks for the gift you left us. We must have missed you guys.” I replied back, “my wife dropped off when they left to go shopping. She probably didn’t even knock.”Oh, so, you’re home alone?” I said yes and watched as Amanda glanced down towards her house, then back at me and asked, “Are you going to invite me inside?” I said of course and stepped aside, shutting the door behind Amanda as she walked up the stairs to the living room.

I quickly joined her up the stairs, where we threw our arms around each other and started to kiss passionately. In between kisses, Amanda said, “I don’t have much time, but I want you inside me.” I ripped off Amanda’s winter coat, tossing it to the ground, and pushed my hands up her shirt, cupping her breasts, squeezing them in my hands. Her hands were down by my groin, feeling me getting hard, slipping into my pants and wrapping around my cock.

We walked towards the couch as my hands moved down to Amanda’s ass, I slapped it and squeezed it, before tugging on the hem and pulling her pants and her garment bottoms down to her ankles. She stepped kissing me and turned around, bending over the armrest of the couch, her long legs supporting her body. I pulled down my pants and garment bottoms with one hand, my other hand feeling her pussy, rubbing her lips, inserting a finger inside her and pulling it back out. When she turned and said she was ready, I stepped closer to her, my hard, nearly six inch long, thick cock in my hand, and placed it at her entrance. I grabbed onto her hips as I pushed deep inside her.

Amanda moaned as I bottomed out inside her, I kept a hold of her hips as I started to thrust in and out of her, my balls clapping against her as I went faster and harder, shoving her face closer to the couch as I did so. She started to push her hips back against me, getting into rhythm with my thrusts as I pushed as deep as I could with her. She was moaning for me to go faster and harder and it wasn’t long before I was pulling her hips into me, pushing in hard, and started to explode into her, my cum shooting out the end of my cock and filling her pussy, causing Amanda to have her own orgasm.

I pulled out when I was done, pulling my pants up and helping Amanda to her feet. She pulled her pants up as well, before wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. When I walked her to the door, I stood on the porch as she said bye and started to walk away, only to see her husband walking up the driveway. “Oh, hey,” he said, ” wanted to make sure you were safe.” Amanda replied back, glancing at me as she did so, “sorry, Throwaway is by himself tonight and we just started to talk and I lost track of time.”

“That’s OK, I figured you were talking. Do you want to join us for dinner, Throwaway? I just pulled some pizza out of the oven.” Bryan, her husband, asked me. I replied back, “sure, let me turn the TV off and I’ll walk over. Thanks.” “Awesome, see you in a few.”

I hurried to get the TV off, grab a coat, l and lock the house, surprised to see Amanda still in my driveway when I turned around. “That was close.” She said as I walked towards her. “Yes, it was,” I said back as we started to walk towards her house, “a little too close.” “It was worth it, tho.” Amanda replied back with a smile, tucking her blonde hair behind her hair and under her beanie.

I enjoyed a pizza dinner with them and their kids, me and Bryan having a good conversation about our careers, and me and Amanda stealing looks at each other whenever we could. At the end of the night, as my family was arriving home and Amanda was putting her kids to bed, I thanked them again for dinner, whispered thank you to Amanda for coming over, and walked back home in the freezing cold.

That next Sunday was Christmas, and as can be expected with three young children, it was a mad house. Between opening presents and trying to get everybody ready to church, I barely had time for breakfast, and missed a text from Amanda asking if we were going to church that day. When we finally arrived right before the meeting started, Amanda waved to me and I felt my phone go off. I looked at it, reading a text from her that said, “I have a special present I want to give you. Can you meet me in the hallway after sacrament?” I quickly texted back yes as we settled into our seats.

After the sacrament portion of the meeting, I told my wife I had to use the restroom and got up, walking out of the chapel and into the hallway. Amanda was already out there and waved for me to follow her. I admired her skinny body, wearing a green and red dress that ended just above her knees. I was surprised when she lead me outside, telling me to get into their van through the side door. I did as she said, sitting down on the third row bench seat, being joined by Amanda as I did so. She started to kiss me, her hands tugging at my belt and pants as she did so.

“Are you sure…” I started to ask but Amanda quickly said, “yes, windows are tinted, we’re parked where nobody can see us, and you deserve this.” I didn’t say another word as Amanda fished my hardening cock out of my garments, rubbing me up and down a few times until I grew to my full length. She adjusted in her seat, gave me another kiss, then leaned over me, holding my cock straight up as she engulfed me with her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down, I placed one of my hands on the back of it, trying to get her to deep throat me. My other hand went over her back and down to her ass, trying to pull her dress up so I could get to her skin. She was taking as much of my cock in her throat as she could, struggling to get the last few inches in as she did so.

I finally got my hand under her dress, I could feel the warmth of her pussy from the outside of her garments. I started to rub her pussy through her garments, as her mouth continued to bob up and down my cock.

Feeling her lips around my cock, her tongue sliding up and down my shaft, her blonde hair in my fingers, I was building up quickly and warned her that I was close. She continued to deep throat me as much as she could, her hand joining her mouth, wrapping around my cock and rubbing up and down. I told her this was it and moaned out as I started to cum, my hand pushing her head down, my cock pumping in her throat, my cum shooting down it as she swallowed the best she could.

When I was done, I moved my hand away from her head, trying to catch my breath, and watched as she raised her head up, a trail of cum going from my tip to her mouth. She wiped it up with her finger, sticking it in her mouth and sucking it off. Amanda smiled and said, “enjoy your present?”

I laughed and said, “best present yet. I’ll never forget it.” “Good,” she replied, “I normally don’t swallow, but wanted to make it special for you.” “You did,” I told her. She then said we needed to get back inside before anybody got suspicious and I agreed.

We got out of the van after making sure nobody else was around, and I watched as she adjusted her dress. When we got to the door of the church, she whispered to me, “My garments are soaked. I might have to throw them away when I go fix my hair.” I snuck back into the chapel as she walked off to the bathroom, the thought of her not having anything on under her garments filling my mind.

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