About six months ago someone new moved in next door. The old man that had lived in the apartment next to ours for over a decade had passed by. We were at his funeral, and we missed him from day one. Because he was the perfect neighbor: If I wouldn’t have run into him in the hallway from time to time, I wouldn’t even have noticed that he was there.
From the day we died on we were hoping that we will get a similar neighbor. Just someone that lives next to us and is invisible. And by far more important, silent. Because it just is relaxing when you don’t hear anything at home. Unless you turn up the TV, or the radio, or the vacuum cleaner.
The place staid empty for a couple of months. Some renovation was done, the rent went up and so it took some time until the landlord found someone for the place. We were not that disappointed that it took that long: The longer no one was living next door, the longer it was quiet.
But then my forty eight year old wife and forty four year old me heard someone moving in. We were curious, she we peeked out of our front door. But all that we had seen were men carrying stuff into the new apartment. When we asked them if our new neighbor was around, they told us that she wasn’t in her place yet. They got some very detailed instructions, and she would show up once they were next to finished.
I was already on my way down into the basement to grab a camping chair to place myself into the hallway and to wait for her, our new neighbor to show up. But my wife stopped me. She called me a stupid idiot, in a very kind and playful way, then she pulled me back into our apartment again.
A week went by and I was still curious about our new neighbor. But my wife forbade me to spy, and the good husband I am, I obeyed her. Because I clearly didn’t want to anger, or even worse, disappoint her. And it is the same the other way around.
But then, about two weeks after a shitload of stuff was carried into the flat next to ours, I finally met her. I ran into her while carrying down the trash. And damn it, she caught my eye. She was around twenty five years old and exactly my type. I wanted to say hi while walking by her, but I wasn’t able to bring a single damn word out. Even my legs got weak. I struggled to walk by her in a straight line. It had been a while since something like that happened to me.
And it happened over and over again. I tried to do initiate some friendly neighborhood chit chat when running into her, but I failed. I lost the ability to speak as soon as she was in sight. It got worse the more often I ran into her. In the end I was just standing there, gazing at her with my eyes while my jaw dropped to the ground. Unable to move. Barely able to stand upright.
In the beginning she just ignored me. She ignored the old pervert living next doors that was giving her more than just horny views every time she ran into him. We kept on playing our game until one day I ran into her with my wife on my site. When my wife saw what was going on with me, she called me out for it: “Everything okay with you?”
All I was able to do was nodding with my head. When my wife saw my head going up and down, she shook hers, then she addressed our new neighbor: “Is he always acting that way when you are around, when you run into him?”
Now our neighbor nodded with her head. My wife kept on asking: “Has it gotten worse with time?”
A “yes, it has” came out of our neighbor’s beautiful mouth. And then the next question got asked: “Is he disturbing you? Do you feel uncomfortable with him around?”
Our neighbor shook her head: “No, not at all. I find it cute. And to be honest, I like the attention I get out of it.”
My wife kept on going. She formed a few words with her mouth. She signaled our neighbor to give her a different answer. And our neighbor, she quickly understood: “Yes, it is nothing but distracting. I find it intimidating. I find it disgusting when some older men lusts after me.”
Then my wife turned my head around to me. She had a huge devilish smile on her face: “See, you make her feel uncomfortable with your behavior. I fear we must do something against it later. Something that stops you lusting for her. Something that drives the filthy pervert out of your body.”
When my wife said the last sentences a more than just welcoming shiver went through my body. She was going to punish me for my doing. She would show me were my place is. She would try to drive the pervert out of my body. My dick was hard within seconds while thinking about the things she probably was already planing to do with me.
But at first she chatted with our neighbor for some time. She probably explained everything that she just had witnessed in detail. While doing so I took care of the groceries we had bought. I put them in the fridge and in the pantry.
When I was done putting away the stuff my wife came inside the kitchen. She told me that our new neighbor left a more than just positive expression on her. Something that I only could confirm. But then my wife’s tone changed. It got ice cold and commanding: “So how do we punish you for your filthy, disgusting and totally inappropriate towards our young and totally innocent neighbor?”
It was a rhetorical question. She wasn’t expecting an answer from me. She already knew how what she would to do me. With a huge smile on her face she gave me my first order: “Out of your clothes, and bring me your collar and your leash.”
A “yes ma’am” came over my lips and off I went. I got naked, I put the clothes on a chair in the bedroom, then I opened one drawer and got my favorite collar and her favorite leash out of it. Then I brought it to her, on all my four, the collar already on while holding the leash with my mouth. And with an already half hard dick between my legs.
My wife took the leash, then she walked with me a round through our apartment we ended up in our bedroom. There she made me sit down. Then she got out of her day to day clothes and put on something revealing: A short skirt without underwear and a tight sitting deep cut top. I was allowed to watch her, needless to say that there was a raging boner between my legs now. Horny clearly was on the rise.
Once she was done dressing she walked me back into the kitchen. There once more she made me sit down. She made me watch her cooking some food for the two of us. And damn it, she cooked in a more than just seductive way. Lots of bending over and exposing her pussy for me. My mouth was watering every time she bent over. My dick got harder and harder, I even began to leak some pre cum. I wanted nothing but to stick my tong inside her pussy. But I had to restrain myself. Because just going for it, it would turn her into a very angry and more than just cruel mistress.
So I just sat there, on the floor next to her. With my rock hard dick spitting pre cum. While being ignored by her. While wishing to be with her. While starring at her. Until she caught me starring: “Are you pervert enjoying your view? I bet you wish to dug in, but not going to happen. And don’t even think about touching yourself.”
Once the food was prepared we had dinner together. With her sitting on the table and me sitting at my place on the floor next to her. We talked about our days while eating, we had a few laughs and once our plates were clean she pushed back her chair, turned around and spread her legs for me again.
Then she took my leash and pulled me towards her: “Sniff it. Enjoy the scent of my tasty pussy. But don’t dare to touch it.”
I was an inch away from her pussy. I enjoyed her scent. I was thinking about sticking my tongue inside her pussy. Horny me really wanted to taste her. To please her. To lick her. But I restrained myself. I held myself back. She petted my head for doing so. She called me a good dog.
After putting away the dishes, she once more bent over while filling the dishwasher, we walked into the living room. There she placed herself on the sofa and made me lay down in front of it.
After tome time just hanging out, chilling, she addressed me again: “You really got the hots for our neighbor, don’t you?”
She got a “yes” for an answer. She saw what happened when I was close to her, so denying anything just was a totally pointless thing to do. Once she heard me admitting my desires she kept on going: “You know that this is filthy and wrong? You know that I am the only woman in your life?”
Then she spread her legs for me once more. She gave me another view on her next to perfect pussy: “And you know, that this pussy here is the only one in your life?”
I nodded with my head. She kept on going: “So why are you looking after our hot neighbor all the time?”
I told her that it just happened. I told her that horny made me do it. I blamed my dick and my balls for it happening. A smile appeared on her face the moment I blamed my genitals: “Then we have to punish them, don’t we?”
A more than just welcoming shiver went through my body when she said the last few words. My dick was rock hard again within seconds: “Yes, I think we have to punish them. I think we have to teach them a lesson.”
Then she ordered me to stand up and bend over. Then she told me to spread my legs and pull my dick out of the way. My old man balls were now dangling between my legs. Totally exposed. It didn’t took long and my wife’s hand was on them.
At first she squeezed them gentle. Then she squeezed them harder. Squeeze. Break. Squeeze. Moans escaped my throat every time she put pressure on my scrotum. It felt so good, it made my dick spitting pre cum all over my hand. Naturally she realized what was going, she made break from time to time. A break for me to lick my own filth off my hand.
Then she began to crush my balls. One more than just welcome pain filled shiver after the other went through my body. My moaning was filling the room. My wife even found a way to enhance my pleasure: “I bet you want our neighbor crushing your balls. I bet you’d love to feel her hand on your scrotum.”
I moaned out the following after she was finished speaking: “Yes ma’am, I’d love too.”
Now she put even more pressure on my tortured balls: “So I am not punishing you hard enough. Time to get those filthy thoughts out of your head. Once and forever.”
Then she took one of the riding crops that were leaning next to our sofa – yes, we tend to use them more than once a week, so why putting them away – and she gently hit my ass cheeks with it.
The hits got harder with time, there probably were already some read streams on my ass. I was moaning out loud all the time. My still hard dick meanwhile was leaking pre cum. Tension was building up inside me. I was waiting for the first hit on my balls.
But she teased me, she played with me. She hit my ass green and blue. Then she gently touched my balls with the riding crop. A shiver went through my body. Then she pulled back. Then I heard something cutting through the air. And then boom. She hit the target. The riding crop hit my balls hard. I was even jumping up a little bit. While a huge moan escaped my throat.
Then she gave me a break. To let the pain disappear. Then the next hit landed on my balls. Her doing cleared my mind. All that was left in my body was pain and pleasure. Hit after hit. My whole body was trembling. And I felt an orgasm building up inside me.
My wife kept on hitting me. She called me a filthy disgusting pervert while doing so. It felt better and better with every hit she gave me. The pain got more intense every time the riding crop touched my balls. My moaning got more and more intense. Until I was close. Only a couple of hits left until I would orgasm.
Luckily my wife had a nice day. She kept on going. She hit me until my balls unloaded themselves through my rock hard dick. I caught every last drop of my cum with my hands. As soon as she saw, as she realized that I had an orgasm, my wife stopped hitting me: “So again, your dick spat out his filth. Time to get your filth inside you again.”
Moments later I was licking my own filthy cum off my hands. I swallowed every last drop of it. My wife told me to open my mouth, to prove her that there was nothing left inside it anymore: “Good boy. You swallowed everything. And now as a reward, you can lick my pussy now.”
Not even a minute later my tongue was on her clit. Her pussy was already gushing juices. She was more than wet. It didn’t took long and her moaning was filling our living room. It didn’t took long and her eyes ran in circles. My wife loves it when I eat her out. And I love eating her out.
I kept on going for a while. I turned her brain off. I licked her pussy until she began to press my head against her tasty cunt. Then I slid a finger inside her while my tongue was playing with her clit. More and more tension built up inside her.
Then a second finger went inside. Then a third one. Three fingers were sliding in and out of my wives pussy while my tongue was taking care of her clit. Now her hands were grabbing my head. She came closer to an orgasm with every thrust I gave her.
And then, one final hard and deep thrust, boom my wife had an orgasm. Her legs were shaking while she came. All the tension left her body. She collapsed on the sofa. With a more than just satisfied expression on her face. It took her some time to come back.
Once she was in her body again she padded my head. Then she ordered me down on the floor. Totally ignoring the hard one between my legs – yes, eating out my wife always gives me a raging boner, no matter how good I came before. Then she took the leash and we walked into our bedroom.
There the game was over. We went into the bathroom – it meanwhile got late – we brushed our teeth and then we went to bed. Cuddling a little bit. Me enjoying my hurting blue balls and my burning ass cheeks. Yes, part of the experience. And to be honest, I love it when the pain reminds me of the hot stuff my wife has done to me.
And has it worked? Was my wife able to cure my problem? Was I able to talk to our new neighbor? Nope, it hadn’t worked at all. About two days later I ran into my twenty five year old neighbor again. The same thing as always happened. I totally lost it. My balls were hurting when I got a boner from starring at her, but that was the only difference.
Coincidentally my wife asked me the same day if I meanwhile had ran into our new neighbor again. I told her that I had, I also told her that I still was loosing it the moment I saw her. My wife nodded with her head: “So my cure wasn’t working at all. We have to try something else.”
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