Life as a thirty-something wife & mum had become very mundane. The saying “Eat, Sleep, Gym, Repeat” pretty much described your life perfectly. Work was mundane, the gym was just a distraction from home life and sleep was never for long enough. Sex had also become a luxury, even when you did manage some, it left you feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. Your husband couldn’t satisfy you, and most nights you ended up finishing yourself off whilst watching porn as he slept soundly beside you. Nothing ever seems to wake him up.
To make matters worse, your new next-door neighbour, Simon, seemed to have a revolving door of women every night. By your reckoning he was the most prolific of Tinder users around. Trying to fall asleep of an eve to the sound of “YES, YES, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER” made sleeping a real challenge.
A number of weeks had passed by and the revolving door of women kept on coming. You even managed to know which woman it was by the noises they made in bed. You started to give them names based on what you imagined they looked like. There was Louise, the one you imagined to have big tits because you’d once heard Simon referred to them as such; Kirsty, so named because she never seemed to shut up between sessions; and Jenny, because she sounded quite posh. That was just a few of what you reckoned to be somewhere between ten-fifteen different women. On several occasions two or three women would turn up at once and they’d have a right orgy. Deep down your were jealous; deep down you wished he was deep in you.
You used the gym to give you time to yourself, away from the constant pressure of home life. That and the fact that you fancied your PT. Many of your solo pleasurings were the result of an hour or two spent with him. Sadly, he was married and seemed annoyingly happy about it.
Back home it was another mundane evening. Even with the welcome addition of some sex, it was still boring; missionary, girl on top, over. less than ten minutes and he was fast asleep, you still wondering if his dick even touched the sides! No such troubles for next door however, he was having what sounded like the time of his life. Strangely, you didn’t seem to recognise this woman though, she was new. She sounded older too. You weren’t quite sure what drew you to that conclusion, but something about her moans and groans just seemed more mature. Still, three hours later, one very lengthy spanking session, and very loud declaration of, “YOU FUCK WAAAAYY BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND!” she was done, satisfied and leaving, likely to return to her husband. At least you were the only one, you thought! Your clit suitably massaged by your fingers, it was off to sleep. three hours till you had to be up for work. “Fucking great,’ you thought to yourself. “Thanks Simon, for that”.
One very loooooong drawn out shift later, only made slightly better by catching your colleague naked in the changing rooms, and your were home and as your husband and daughter were out to the cinema you thought you’d catch up on some much-needed kip.
The down side to afternoon kipping is that it does tend to leave you wide awake come bedtime, and seen as your husband had no trouble falling into a deep sleep, as usual, you decided it was a fine opportunity to watch a bit of porn and get yourself off. One porno vid later on PornHub and you were happier but still horny. Even getting off to the noise from next door twice didn’t satisfy. You needed more or needed next door to shag a bit quieter so you could at least try to get some sleep. Tonight, it was the turn of Kirsty, her exclamations of, “YES DADDY, YES DADDY, CUM IN MY PUSSY, DADDY,” always gave her away. She certainly had some real life daddy issues she was ironing out through the mantra of no strings attached sex.
You looked at your husband, wondering if it was worth waking him up for a quick session but you quickly realize that unsatisfaction of that level might just send you over the edge!
Suddenly, totally out of nowhere, and like a bolt of lightning it hit you. Why don’t you slip into something naughty and pop next door and introduce yourself to Simon, welcome him to the neighbourhood, albeit a few months late. Then thought, your husband was always around and you had Scarlett to look after too. This would need some working out…..
Another frustrating week passed by; some casual flirting at work nearly led to a back seat session in the police van but a call interrupted that. You had decided a long time ago that any sex was better than no sex, and if it meant cheating on your husband then so be it. You rationalised it by blaming him for being so shit in bed. You once joked with a close friend over drinks that you were so desperate you’d, “Fuck a tramp up a back alley if you didn’t get some soon.” The likelihood of that actually happening was zero, but it was your way of portraying your frustrations. She didn’t help by declaring that her husband was very active in the bedroom, kitchen, living room, garage, and outdoors. You thought to yourself that going round to hers whilst she was out and snapchatting yourself sucking her husband off would wipe the smile off her face. The lack of sex was making you think bad thinngs although you had always had a thing for her husband. Having to listen to them fuck one night many years ago on a camping trip did not help! It seemed you were destined to be a listener of sex rather than a partaker.
But now you had something to focus on, an opportunity that needed exploiting. Despite your husband already being an excellent sleeper you decided that on the night in question you would just give him a little extra help in getting his solid eight hours. This was to be managed with a bedtime blowjob and a milky hot chocolate. Even if he did wake up, you had your cover story sorted. “Yea, I couldn’t sleep so I went to the gym.” God bless twenty-four-hour gyms, you thought.
The opportunity came a few nights later, sooner than you thought, to be fair. You’d just have to hope you got round there before one of his many sluts did! The outfit was easy to decide on, you didn’t have many for a start. Weirdly, your husband wasn’t that into them. The outfit had been sourced from a colleague a few months prior but had never been christened. Said colleague and yourself were meant to be going on an overnight training session with work, and he had bought it for you in anticipation of spending the night together in your hotel room, but the training course got cancelled last minute. So the outfit went to the back of the drawer and remained there. Until tonight. Tha,t coupled with a nice set of high heels would surely be enough to at least get an invite into his house. You were so excited by the naughtiness of the night’s plan that even whilst getting ready to go out, you found yourself frantically fingering yourself in the bathroom. “Nothing wrong with a warm up,” you decreed.
A three-quarter flasher mac later and the look was complete. You’d checked on your husband and he was fast asleep. “Excellent, lets go and get a good seeing to,” you told yourself in the hallway mirror.
Your plan was simple, knock on the door and just be honest. You’d spoken to him over the garden wall on a handful of occasions so that helped. Just explaining why you were suddenly there at 11.30 at night dressed in a flasher mac and high-heels needed explaining. But honesty was going to the be best policy. “Hi Simon, for the last load of months I’ve listened to you fuck half of Salford and now I think it’s my turn,” was more or less going to be your opening gambit.
The door opened, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you could he spoke. “Well, well,” he said, “I’m guessing you aren’t here to borrow a cup of sugar at this time of night dressed like that now, are you? Husband away by chance?” He asked.
“No, he’s fast asleep upstairs, man sleeps like a log,” you answered with. Simon opened the door fully and beckoned you in. You entered and were led to the living room. Simon sat down on the sofa.
“To what do I owe the pleasure then, neighbour?” he quizzed.
You said nothing, instead you simply stood in front of him, legs slightly apart and undid your mac, letting it slip off your shoulders and fall to the floor. “You know dam well,” you said. You were now stood in your neighbour’s living room wearing only a black PVC mini dress that barely covered your ass. Two things were about to change forever in the world right at this minute; you were about to become another notch on his bedpost, and simultaniously you were about to become an unfaithful wife. A cheating wife, a slut wife. Neither of these two facts bothered you. The only thing that bothered you now was getting laid.
Simon made no objections, he just sat there on the sofa looking you up and down. “Wow, you have one hell of a MILF body,” he finally said. This was all the invitation you needed to take the next step. You stepped towards the sofa and got down on your knees. You unzipped Simon’s fly and slid your hand inside to pull his cock out. You weren’t overly surprised to discover he was well endowed. The noises the women made through the walls and the length of each stroke he took seemed to suggest he had a good length member, and he did. Taking it carefully in your mouth, it wasn’t long before he was fully erect and you were struggling to take him all at once.
What happened over the next three hours was something that had never happened to you before. A combination of marrying too young and having a kid too young numbed your sex life somewhat, but tonight you were letting ten years of repression out and you were not holding back. A lengthy blowjob was followed by some reverse cowgirl on the sofa, and whilst you were cumming your tits off, Simon had incredible stamina.
“Take me upstairs,” you whispered in his ear between moans, fuck me where you fuck all those other women.” Leading you upstairs and into the bedroom, you felt like like a teenager again at a party.
On all fours on the bed, Simon took up position behind you, sliding his big cock inside your MILF, married pussy. He started thrusting hard and deep, deeper than any man had ever been in you before. His balls slammed against your clit like a pendulum. Conscious of the fact your husband was four feet away through the wall, you tried to striffle your moans in a pillow before thinking to yourself that actually you want him to hear, you want him to be jealous, maybe it’d kick him into gear. He’d never know who was making the noises anyway, and you had your cover story sorted. Besides, he’d never made you moan or groan like this, so he wouldn’t recognise the noises as coming from you. You stopped trying to be quiet and just let yourself be natural, moaning, groaning, and panting loudly. You even found yourself repeating one of Simon’s previous conquests in screaming out, “YOU FUCK ME WAY BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND.”
Even during your many solo sessions you’d never made yourself cum as much as he was doing right now. His big dick somehow just found your G-spot with every thrust and you couldn’t help but cum! His huge balls slapping against your clit helped, too. You must have fucked in every known position and a few others you didn’t know about over the course of the next few hours. His bedsheets were soaking, you were sweaty and exhausted, but nowhere near ready to stop. Simon had blown his load several times by now but just carried on. You’d wrapped your lips around his dick and swallowed at least two loads already and would gladly take more.
By 6 am you both had to call it a day. You were in work at seven, and your husband would be waking up. Simon also had to go to work. You stood up to go but instantly felt a huge load of semen running down your inner thigh. You’d not worn knickers so had nothing to stop the dripping. You asked Simon if you could quickly clean up here,and he agreeed. One shower quickie later and at 6.30 you were back in your own house trying to walk properly and act normal. Your husband was just waking up, groggy and dopey. You kissed him on the cheek and left for work. Your legs were absolutely knackered from the night’s activities, but finally having the feeling of satisfaction felt amazing! Whatever else happened, you would be going round there again!