[MF] Fucking The Monogamy Out Of The Married MILF Who Lives On The Floor Below Me

Hello. It’s me again. I’ve already posted two stories on this sub. You can check them out by [clicking here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8wz1g5/mf_its_vanilla_but_vanilla_is_one_of_the_most/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8xityu/mff_how_a_road_trip_with_my_exgirlfriend_and_her/). My first story was about a sexual experience that happened a few years ago, second story happened a year ago, and now this third story happened just last month.

I’ve been living in the same apartment building for close to 7 months now. It’s a smaller building. I’d guess there are maybe 20-30 units. I’m not the type to mingle with my neighbors. I don’t even like talking to my own family most of the time, why would I want to talk to Billy in 103? His dog wears shoes! How can I trust someone who puts shoes on their dog? Point being, I don’t know many of my neighbors. I might see them when I check the mail or take out the trash, but that’s it.

Almost two months ago, a family of three moved in downstairs. There are two floors, I’m on the second. I only know they moved in because I was taking out the trash as they were moving in. The dude was carrying around an impressive beer belly and he was sweating his ass off. He had sweat stains underneath his man boobs, and to be honest, I felt bad for the guy. No one, except his wife and their kid, was helping him. He was doing most of the heavy lifting. His wife was doing her best, but she’s no taller than 5’1 and it looked like most of her weight was in her boobs, so she probably wasn’t helping much.

You’d think this is the part in the story where I’m like, “So I walked over and helped him move the rest of their stuff in,” but nope. I’m a terrible neighbor. It was REALLY hot, okay? And I was hungry! You can’t help someone move on an empty stomach.

So yeah, I just waved to them and walked back upstairs. I made myself a big bowl of pasta and watched *The Good Place*. And while watching The Good Place, I thought to myself, “Shit. The life I’m living, I’m definitely not going to end up in The Good Place.” Once I finished my pasta, I decided to go back down to see if they need any help, and of course they do. I helped the husband move in a couch, a dresser and dining table. I’m not sure how he was planning on moving in those items by himself. It made me kinda suspicious, like, he was hoping to get free help by making someone feel bad.

“I really appreciate your help, man. My brother said he was coming to help me, but he’s not here yet, so I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s no problem. Welcome to the building!”

He shook my hand and said thanks again, “I’ll have my wife make you some rice and beans. She’s a wonderful cook. What apartment do you live in?”

“I’m upstairs in 206.”

And with that, I was gone. I had enough interaction with strangers to last me at least a few days. I did a good deed, felt closer to the Lord…it was all gravy. I didn’t expect to receive any rice and beans from his wife. That’s just shit people say in the moment, you know? They feel bad that you had to help, so they’re like, “I got you, bro! Don’t worry,” and then two hours later they forget you even exist. Or maybe that’s just me. I don’t know.

Two days later though, guess who shows up at my door? His wife, Blanca, and a big ol’ container of rice and beans. She smiled, thanked me once again for helping them, handed me the container and told me about how she used to work at her family’s restaurant in San Diego. As she was talking, I really started to notice how attractive she was. It was like birds started singing when she smiled. She had on a white tube top type thing that showed off her delicious looking tits. I’m not sure that’s the most elegant way to describe them, but they seriously looked like a dish from a Michelin-starred restaurant. I wanted Gordon Ramsay to come taste them with me. And not to sound even more creepy, but her skin was just glowing. Everything about this woman looked appealing.

“Okay, I’m rambling now,” she said, cutting herself off. “I hope you enjoy!”

“I’m sure I will. It smells incredible. Thank you so much.”

She smiled, said goodbye and I watched her leave, mostly to see if her ass matched everything else on her body. Spoiler alert: it did. And by the way, I don’t want you thinking she’s some fucking supermodel or something. She is a 39-year-old mom after all. Her body was not perfect, but everything was, uh, holding together quite well. I mean, the way her tits and ass bounced as she walked was enough to make me want to [go full ‘Situation’](https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/imagebuzz/terminal01/2011/8/29/12/anigif_the-only-jersey-shore-gif-you-will-ever-need-3758-1314634913-9.gif) on a wall.

That night, I ate all the rice and beans. They were incredible, as I expected. This is not “GoneWildFood,” so I won’t share details, but they tasted like a dream. Two days later, I realized I still had the container in my sink, “She probably wants this back,” I thought to myself, so I washed it clean and decided to walk downstairs to drop it off. It was a Tuesday afternoon, so I didn’t know if anyone would be home, but whatever…I could just leave it by their door.

I knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and started to squat down to leave it on the ground. But before the container made contact with the floor, the door opened and Blanca was standing there with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey! I was just going to drop this off. Wasn’t sure if you wanted it back or not.”

“Actually, yeah,” she laughed. “We must have misplaced a box or two during the move because I’m missing some dishes and silverware.”

“Well, here you go! It was delicious! I ate the entire thing in one night.”

“Aw, that’s great! I’m always making food, so don’t be surprised if I show up at your door with something else.”

Well, once again, I didn’t expect more food. People get busy, blah blah blah. But no, Blanca wasn’t fucking around. A little over a week later, she showed up at my door with a plate of tamales. Fucking tamales. One of my favorite things on Earth. She explained how she had extra and thought I’d like them. As we were talking, she kinda poked her head inside and saw that my apartment had a window AC unit.

“Was that here when you moved in?” She asked.

“No. I had to buy it and put it in myself.”

“How much was it?”

“I got it off Craigslist for like $160.”

“We need one so bad! It gets so hot during the day.”

“Well, do you want to come in and cool down real quick?” I wasn’t trying to be smooth here, but I guess it was accidentally smooth because she walked inside and stood right in front of the AC. I went to the kitchen to put the tamales away. Blanca started talking about how she and her husband had a house, but had to move here because her husband got fired from his job. Apparently, he had/has a drinking problem. She stayed with him because they have a family together, but she admitted if it was just her, she would have moved back to San Diego with her family.

It sounded like she just wanted someone to listen, you know? I was happy to listen, offer advice and stare at her body. While she talked, she lifted up her shirt (facing the window) and let the cool air hit her chest. I guess she heard me laugh because she turned her head around and said, “Hey, when you have boobs as big as mine, then you can laugh.”

“Well, if you’re that hot, just take your shirt off,” this time I was trying to be smooth. I probably came off more crunchy, but whatever, take chances in life…that’s what all those motivational Instagram videos tell you to do, right?

“Take my shirt off?”

“Yeah. If you’re hot. I always have my shirt off in here.”

“You don’t now…” she replied.

I took my shirt off and stared at her, waiting for her to do the same. She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, “Whatever,” and lifted her shirt up. Her tits bounced freely. It looked like a naughtier version of those allergy medicine commercials where people are just frolicking through open fields and shit.

“Wow. You’re not wearing a bra…”

“Is that a problem?”

IS THAT A PROBLEM? IS THAT A FUCKING PROBLEM? IS WINNING A MILLION DOLLARS A PROBLEM? No, it’s not a fucking problem. I shook my head no and openly stared at her tits. Her nipples were hard from the cool air blowing on them. She brought her hand to her nipple and gave it a pinch, “You want to feel?” she asked me. I walked over to her, placed my hand on her breast and circled her nipple with my thumb before giving it a pinch. She jumped a bit, I’m assuming my pinch was a little harder than hers.

She looked up at me and lifted her head up, begging for a kiss. I brought my lips to hers and it immediately turned into a sloppy makeout session. She bit down on my lip, I sucked on her tongue, it was pure lust. I scooped her breasts into my hands and squeezed them roughly before kissing my way down her neck. She lifted her chin up and moved back against the wall. Her dark nipples were erect and so inviting. I brought my lips to one side and licked the tip before circling my tongue around it. I then opened my mouth wide and tried to suck on as much titty as humanly possible.

After minutes of me sucking the life out of her breasts and rubbing her pussy through her leggings, she pushed me down on the bed and unzipped my pants. She pulled them down with the quickness, exposing my hard cock. “Mmm. It’s so pretty,” she said softly. It was the first time someone complimented my dick by calling it pretty, but whatever…I was feeling it.

She gave it a few strokes before bringing it to her mouth. Her lips closed around the head and sucked slowly. She laid kisses on the head and licked it before grabbing my shaft at the base and exploring my entire length with her tongue. It was like she was trying to finish an ice cream cone before it melted all over her hand. She then went back to the tip and placed her lips around it, this time taking me deeper, moving her head back and forth. I didn’t want to cum yet, and she must have been in the Hall of Fame of dick sucking, so I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her down face first on the bed.

“Mmm, fuck,” she moaned as I slapped her ass and pulled off her leggings and thong. I planted soft kisses down her back until I reached her ass. I brought my hands up to squeeze both her cheeks, she responded by spreading her legs a bit. My tongue slid down her crack before landing safely on her drippin’ pussy. Blanca jumped in response and pushed herself against my face. I ran the tip of my tongue down her pussy, but I needed more, so I applied just enough pressure to slip inside her entrance. “Ohhhh” she moaned, grinding against my face. She brought her hand behind her back and pushed me in deeper.

My entire face was coated with her juices now. I brought my mouth up to her clit and surrounded it with my lips. She was about to wiggle herself off the bed, so I placed my hands firmly on her lower back to control her movements. I continued to suck on her clit until her legs started to shake, “FUCK!” she cried out. She tried to lift herself up, but she couldn’t. I flicked her clit with my tongue as she came all over my face. A few seconds later, after licking up her juices, I pushed her down on the bed and positioned myself on top of her.

I slapped my cock violently against her ass before shoving it inside her warm pussy. I pushed myself deep inside, grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to bring her head up slightly. The sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room.

“Yes…yes, fuck me baby!” she yelled. I pounded against her harder. My cock was swimming in her juices. The pounding continued for another minute or two before I pushed her completely flat against the bed and slammed my chest against her back to drive in deeper. She tried her best to push back against my thrusts, her hands gripping at the sheets in front of her. As I continued to fuck her, I lifted myself up a bit and smacked her ass. She seemed to really enjoy this, “Yes!” she screamed. I smacked her ass harder.

It was all too much. The visual off her ass just jiggling against me, her moans…I couldn’t hold it. I pulled myself out and started cumming all over her ass and back. She wiggled her ass in the air and pushed it back against my cock, which was still twitching all over the place. One final spurt of cum landed on her ass. She reached back, grabbed my cock and rubbed the head all over her ass cheek.

“That was so good,” she said, “I just want to take a nap,” she laughed. We ended up sharing a plate of tamales together before she left. She didn’t seem to feel any remorse for cheating on her husband, I’m assuming because of the situation he has put them in. I just hope she does’t tell him about what happened. I’ve seen him a few times since and he always smiles and waves, so I guess it’s all okay for now.

I’m not sure where I stand in ‘The Good Place’ though.

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