After years of fantasizing and role play, dirty pillow talk with my husband, I finally found myself in a situation where the opportunity was knocking on the door. And I burst **fearlessly** through it! It began with some irony. When I was a teenager, there was a boy that lived directly across from my home. Our front doors faced each other. Now, 30 years later, the new homeowner and I found myself once again fucking the neighbor! I know you don’t want to hear about the conversation that started everything or the flirting that came before, let’s just start where it counts!
Let’s call the neighbor guy, “Neighbor”. He took his shirt off, then his pants, and before me stood a perfectly manscaped, chiseled, body. Not better than my husband but just different. His cock was the same girth as my husband’s and about a head longer. I was fairly impressed! I mean, I hadn’t seen another naked man standing in front of me in over 16 years! I haven’t touched the flesh of another man in nearly the same amount of time. So, I was overcome with lust.