[F]ucking [M]y Married Neighbor When She Came Over To Borrow A Blender

*Figured I’d repost another story from a couple of years ago. I hope that’s an ok thing to do. Being stuck in my house most of the day made me think of this again and how nice it’d be to have something like this happen right now.*

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Two days ago we fucked. I was inside her. I felt her nails dig into my back as she shivered. Her thighs wrapped around me. Pulling me tighter into her. Everything about her was so smooth. So soft.

Yesterday as she was pulling out of her driveway she rolled down her window and gave me a wink.

An hour ago, as I mowed my lawn, I watched her buckle her 4 year old boy into the backseat, give me a shy smile, and get into the car with her husband. It’s smokey here in the west. The sound of the lawnmower whirred through the suffocating air. Deadening the sounds of road construction and traffic. Her husband looked over and gave me a ‘bro wave.’ He doesn’t know. I probably shouldn’t have done this.

They moved in last summer. The three of them. The house next door to me had been for rent. The lawn had died months earlier and weeds had begun to spring up and then those died too. They turned into the driveway with a small u-haul trailer pulled behind a 2008 escalade that was well past it prime. Clearly things had gone better for them. They didn’t have much stuff and I offered her husband a hand with the couches as she bounced her kid on her hip. Her little boy kept his face nuzzled into her shoulder. They had moved from seattle. “To just get away from all the drama,” her husband said. I didn’t bother to ask what drama. I didn’t really care. I still don’t. I caught her looking at me- like she was sizing me up. She didn’t say much. A small patch of sweat began to show through her tank top between her tits. I thought, for a second, about how it’d feel to slide my face between them, slippery and slick. Breathing her in. She caught me looking and and I turned away. Her husband is samoan or tongan. A big ugly cross tattoo on one shoulder with some initials in a stupid cursive scripts surrounding it.

I didn’t see her much through the fall, and the winter, and the spring. I’d wave to her as she’d do yard work sometimes or played with her kid in the front yard. I realized she was young. Much younger than her husband. She couldn’t be older than 22. Maybe 23. Her friends would come over sometimes. Especially the last couple of months. Little hispanic girls or half asian girls driving acuras and civics in jean shorts and bikini tops. She started laying out with them in her backyard. Her kid playing in a plastic playhouse while they sat in the sun and listened to soundcloud rap. I’d wave as I did yard work and she’d wave back. Three weeks ago, she walked over to the fence as I was pulling weeds along it.

“Hey,” she said as she walked towards me, “I’m sienna- your neighbor” and laughed a little.

She was wearing wayfarers and tiny red bikini made by brand from LA I recognized. It wasn’t practically a thong. It was straight up a thong.

I was on my knees and straightened my back, my hands covered in dirt. I laughed.

“Nice to meet you neighbor Sienna” I stood up “I’m Tommy.”

There was a low fence between us but I still towered over her. She seemed so small. Her skin was much darker than it had been the last time I had been close to her a year ago. A slight dusting of freckles stood out on her cheeks. I pulled my shirt back on.

She adjusted her top and tits slightly quivered. I felt awkward that she was talking to me.

“I like your suit,” I said, “it sucks that it’s so smokey” and looked down at the cherry blossom tattoo on the side of her stomach. It looked new and was clearly covering up a small line of stretch marks.

She laughed. “It seems a bit extra for just laying in the back yard.” Her little boy ran up to her and hugged her leg.

I rubbed my hands on my shorts. “Yeah, but there are no beaches in montana.”

We chatted about her little boy who had just started riding a scoot bike. Restaurants in Seattle. The Crossfit gym she just joined that I use to work out at. Her friend brought over a corona and the conversation kind of died off. I laughed and said it was nice to finally meet her and told her if she ever needed a cup of flour… go somewhere else. I don’t bake. She laughed. “Nice to meet you tommy” and before I knelt back down, i glanced up quickly to watch her fat little brown ass bounce back to her lawn chair.

I stood in the shower that night. The bathroom window was open. The air smelled like smoke and ran my hands down my stomach, over my thighs, grabbing my dick- slippery with soap. It was throbbing. I thought of her talking to me over the fence. Leaning over to pull a stick out of her kids hand. The slight trickle of sweat that ran between her fake brown tits. I thought of wanting to slide my finger down it, between her breasts. Tracing a line down to her belly button and then slowly sliding that same finger into those tight, red bottoms. Her body, warm and soft on my bed. Pumping in and out of her until I came deep inside her. My cum dripping out of her pussy as we collapse into my mattress. Massaging her ass while I licked the back of her thigh. I stroked my cock harder and faster until I felt it spasm and it spilled over my fingers, washed away by the shower, and down the drain.

Two days ago I was eating breakfast. It was later in the morning, but my flight hadn’t gotten in until 2 am the night before and i didnt have much work for a Wednesday. I leaned over the counter, flipping through my phone and thinking about how I still fucking love crunch berries. Fuck plain captain crunch. Who eats that shit? I watched her walk by my kitchen window and then my door bell rang. “Come in!” I yelled and I could hear the door open “It’s Sienna from next door” she said as she walked across the living room and into the kitchen. She was in a sports bra, with just her right nipple showing through the thin purple material and lululemon running shorts. Her hair up in a ponytail. A small gold ring in her bellybutton. She said it sounded so stupid, but her blender was broken. She had just ordered some expensive shake or smoothie package and she wanted to use a blender. I pointed to mine on the counter. “Want to take it? Just promise to bring it back,” and I gave her an accusatory look. She smiled and let out a little squeal. “No! Hold on! I’ll bring the stuff over!” And kind of jogged back out of the house. I looked at down at my phone. It was 11 am on a Wednesday “Am I going to fuck this girl?” I thought to myself. 30 minutes later I was in fact fucking her.

I wasnt even done with my cereal by the time I saw her jogging past my window again. Her tits straining against her bra and her arms full of cartons and and tubs. Barefoot. She didnt knock this time but instead came right into my kitchen and unloaded her arms on to the counter. “ok,” she laughed “I need some ice.” I got some ice. She was standing in front of the blender dumping a bunch of powders in. Leaning forward. Pushing her ass out. I hesitated. “What do you want me to do with it.” She looked over her shoulder and smirked. At that moment it seemed like we both knew what was going on. “With the ice?” I laughed. “Ok. Dump it in.” She didnt move out of the way. She didnt stand up any straighter. I stood behind her trying not to press my now hardening dick against her ass. I reached around her and dumped the ice into the blender. She quickly turned around. She was facing me. My arms were practically around her. She knew what she was doing. She’d done it before. She looked at me and smiled then ducked under my arm. “More ice” she said and filled up another cup of ice chips from my fridge. I got out of her way as she finished the shakes.

The tension was so fucking thick. It hung in the air. It wasnt if but when. She filled up the cups and handed me one. Stepped closer. Too close. “It might be too thick” she said as she took a sip. I couldn’t resist. Right?! You have to. “That’s what she…” I started. She cut me off and laughed “no she didnt.” she looked down. The thin material of my pajama shorts showed what I had been thinking about and I took the last step towards her. Our bodies touched. Electricity. “Your blender isnt broken is it?” I put my cup down behind me and took hers from her hand. She didnt move back. Move away. My hands slid down her back. She exhaled. Like she had embraced what she was about to do. “It really is” she looked up at me and smiled. My hands ran over her ass and my lips pressed against hers.

“I have 20 minutes” she said as we kissed. My hands running up the back of her thighs. Grabbing her ass through the slippery material of her shorts. I was walking her backward towards my bedroom. The smoothies had made it as far as the cups but sat untouched on the counter. Her breasts pressed into me. I didn’t fucking care what about what was happening in 20 minutes. Was someone dropping her kid off? Her husband was coming home? Was the world going to end and someone forgot to text me? I hadn’t fucked since the last time I posted a story.

She pushed her self up onto my mattress and spread her legs. I stood between her as she reached across herself and pulled her bra off. Her tits sprang free. They were definitely fake. Big brown nipples with a tiny nub in the middle- small gold rods ran through both of them. She puled my shirt off and I pressed myself into her taking both of her tits into my hands, tracing my tongue around one before gently locking my teeth on to it and pulling. “Oh god!” She giggle and let out a little yelp. I wrapped my hands around her waist. She pushed me back an inch or two and reached down to the drawcord holding my shorts up. Her wedding ring was huge. A massive diamond. Too big for her slight fingers. She pulled my shorts and boxers down. She wiggled out of her shorts. She was naked under me as she guided my dick into her. I thought about the condoms in my dresser. I didn’t want to bring it up. It felt stupid. It still feels a little stupid but I didn’t want to give her time to decide against it. Give myself time look at her ring again. Remind myself I was fucking someone else wife. I slid into her. Fuck she was tight. I can still feel it. Writing this right now. How fucking tight she is.

Her fat little pussy lips stretched for me and she arched her back. “Go slow,” she exhaled slowly. Like she was overwhelmed. She licked her fingers and slid them up the shaft of my dick as I inched myself into her. Her thighs wrapped around me. I could feel her heels digging into my lower back. Guiding me in. The full of weight of my body was on top of her. I could feel myself bottom out. Push into her cervix. She winced and a shuddered and tried to pull me deeper. She pushed her hips up to me and ground her clit against the base of my cock and i slowly slid in and out of her. Before I knew what happened she was shuddering. Gasping for air. I saw her grab my sheets. Tight knots in her fist. I saw the diamond on her finger flash. She moaned. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” It was a whisper. Like she was telling herself. Still I slid in and out of her. Her body collapsed and she smiled at me, pushing me out of her and and flipping on to her stomach. “Thank you” she said as she reached back and grabbed my dick. Guiding me into her again. “That was polite” I thought as I smashed my dick back into her pussy.

It didn’t take long. I was a bit disappointed in myself. She ground her ass into me. She smelled too good. Her pussy was too tight. She realized it was happening. “Do it!” she demanded as I grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head back towards me, “It’s fine.” I couldn’t do it. I get in my head. I pulled out and spilled cum all over her ass. I could see the faint tan lines from the thong she had been wearing a couple of weeks earlier. My dick spasmed and i shook the last drops on to her thigh. She reached back and ran her hand through it. I stepped back and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the door. Wiping my cum off her. I looked at my phone laying next her. “Hey” I laughed, “you have 4 minutes to get home.” She jumped up. Like she had woken up from a nap. “Oh fuck!” she laughed, “I got to go!” She pulled her shorts on while she grabber her bra off the bed and in 10 seconds she was off my bed and I watched her walk quickly, barefooted, across my grassy yard- checking down the street as she went. I got dressed and went out to my porch to drink a beer. An hour later, I watched their escalade pull down the tree lined street and into their driveway. Her husband got out and looked over and waved. I waved back.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fm5d5u/fucking_my_married_neighbor_when_she_came_over_to