First, I hate my husband! He is simply a jerk, and just outright improper, saying the rudest things to everyone even our kids. At 28, and had two kids, the prospect of leaving him for another man seemed a distant dream. We are in an open marriage, but he definitely enjoys that more than his stay at home mom of a wife, especially when he only gives me a two minute rush job of foreplay and I'm guessing a quickie.
Then we got a new neighbor.
He was a 22 year old, single dad. Sweet guy, handsome too, adorable little boy who'd keep mine busy playing. He offered to take my kids to the park when I was swamped with housework and my at-home job. On top of that he helped me with housework and kept me sane with adult conversation. That was when I started wishing he was my husband.
I agreed to watch his son when he went out on a date. I began to feel jealous because my husband hasn't taken me out in years, and I found I was jealous of the girl, who had done her hair, make-up, and even had sexy little outfit. I thought about doing mine and dressing up to surprise my husband, thinking maybe things would spark again. Later that night, I gave it a try, I had my make up done. And expecting my husband to arrive, the neighbor knocked. His son left a favorite toy and was upset. He asked why I was dressed up, citing I looked stunning. I told him I felt like getting dolled up for once. I asked about his date. He informed me it was okay, looking a little beside himself. He added, "The bright side was getting to third base, before she informed me she didn't want to date a man with a kid." I told him I was sorry it happened. I knew a lot of single moms and told him I'd set him up. He seemed a little happier, and went back over to his place.
When my husband came home he too noticed my make up. I thought maybe that night he'd show me some long awaited attention in the bed room. We got started having sex after a slightly longer foreplay session. My husband started fucking me and I tried to relax, I began to think of the neighbor and found I was fantasizing about him and I was beginning to be pleasured for once. After I began to moan a few times, my husband shuttered then rolled off me. Another 2 minutes... he blamed it on how beautiful I was that night.
I managed to get my youngest single mom friend to go out on a date with my neighbor. I introduced them and they started chatting on the stairway of the apartment. I left to watch their children. I noticed later that his car never moved, I thought initially they may have walked around the park and to a local restaurant or something until I was on my balcony and I could hear sex noises from his apartment, and two copulating shadows on his balcony. Feeling kind of voyeuristic, I leaned over the furthest corner and saw a glimpse of them for few moments and felt immediately jealous of her. When they finished up, and the kids were given over, I tried not to act like I saw them fucking.
After a month, I still found myself thinking about my neighbor. When my husband failed to finish me off, I'd rub my clit and think of the neighbor. Then when my husband took off with the boys to Seattle. I found myself alone drinking wine in my over sized shirt a panties and watching random videos on the internet. I had to go to the bathroom after a whole bottle and found my toilet was not working. Partly drunk I asked the neighbor to help fix it. He was working on the toilet and stood over him. I saw him look up but quickly focus on fixing whatever needed to get fixed. I realized my panties weren't on, I was embarrassed but kind of turned on that he probably saw my pussy. Once he was done, he pointed to my panties and said I should maybe keep them on next time.
Then next night I decided to make a move, again fueled by wine. I walked to his place in bathrobe and he answered in his boxers. He asked if I needed something, and I told him I'd like to hang out with him citing my empty house. We talked together for an hour about relationships and such, and stumbled into sex. He admitted he was actually extremely shy. He got up to go to the kitchen and I removed my robe when he came back. He was definitely caught off guard, and I started to embraced him. I could feel his dick swell through his boxers. I whispered in ear that I was dripping wet, I then saw he full erect dick sticking out of the hole in the boxers. I yanked his boxers down and started stroking his dick till pre cum emerged. He asked about my husband and seemed like he was about to put an end to it. I assured him we were in an open relationship, and that my husband whores around at work and school. I pushed him on the couch and got on top, guiding his penis into my pussy which I saw was dripping on the head of his dick before I got to the opening. As soon as that tip pushed in, I sat all the way down. I could feel him all the way. I proceeded to ride him rougher and rougher but remained quiet in case his son woke up. I stayed on top and began to play with my tits and clit and even kissed my neck. I loved it. He pushed me away and I rolled next to him on the couch as he stood up. He got on his knees and started eating me out and fingering me, and I felt like I was going to cum. I moaned that I was starting to cum, before moaning really loud in bliss. I hadn't had a man make me cum in years. He tried to get on me to fuck me missionary, but I wouldn't have it. I bent over and turned around. " Fuck me doggystyle and cum in my pussy, baby!" I yelled. He did just that. I came again, he would pull out fast but thrust gently and slow. Occasionally he'd go slow both ways, and I could truly feel his girth. He started to pant a little, and I was sore but felt another orgasm was coming. I turned to my back, and he crawled on top. I rubbed my clit and told him to cum, he pounded me pretty well but I knew he could do better. I demanded he fuck me like he fucked my friend, and I wanted my tits hitting my face from him fucking. He was red in the face, and seemed so focused on fucking me. I loved it, and once I got to orgasm I squeezed my legs around him and watched him grunt. He stopped fucking and fell off me. He cream pied my pussy and was clearly exhausted. The rest of the week without my husband we had sex, multiple times in a row, multiple orgasms, fucking.
It's been a few months since, but I told him I'd do him again when we could. We had one quickie since. I kind of want my husband to find out so he could feel like shit for not doing me proper and treating me right.
Then we got a new neighbor.
He was a 22 year old, single dad. Sweet guy, handsome too, adorable little boy who'd keep mine busy playing. He offered to take my kids to the park when I was swamped with housework and my at-home job. On top of that he helped me with housework and kept me sane with adult conversation. That was when I started wishing he was my husband.
I agreed to watch his son when he went out on a date. I began to feel jealous because my husband hasn't taken me out in years, and I found I was jealous of the girl, who had done her hair, make-up, and even had sexy little outfit. I thought about doing mine and dressing up to surprise my husband, thinking maybe things would spark again. Later that night, I gave it a try, I had my make up done. And expecting my husband to arrive, the neighbor knocked. His son left a favorite toy and was upset. He asked why I was dressed up, citing I looked stunning. I told him I felt like getting dolled up for once. I asked about his date. He informed me it was okay, looking a little beside himself. He added, "The bright side was getting to third base, before she informed me she didn't want to date a man with a kid." I told him I was sorry it happened. I knew a lot of single moms and told him I'd set him up. He seemed a little happier, and went back over to his place.
When my husband came home he too noticed my make up. I thought maybe that night he'd show me some long awaited attention in the bed room. We got started having sex after a slightly longer foreplay session. My husband started fucking me and I tried to relax, I began to think of the neighbor and found I was fantasizing about him and I was beginning to be pleasured for once. After I began to moan a few times, my husband shuttered then rolled off me. Another 2 minutes... he blamed it on how beautiful I was that night.
I managed to get my youngest single mom friend to go out on a date with my neighbor. I introduced them and they started chatting on the stairway of the apartment. I left to watch their children. I noticed later that his car never moved, I thought initially they may have walked around the park and to a local restaurant or something until I was on my balcony and I could hear sex noises from his apartment, and two copulating shadows on his balcony. Feeling kind of voyeuristic, I leaned over the furthest corner and saw a glimpse of them for few moments and felt immediately jealous of her. When they finished up, and the kids were given over, I tried not to act like I saw them fucking.
After a month, I still found myself thinking about my neighbor. When my husband failed to finish me off, I'd rub my clit and think of the neighbor. Then when my husband took off with the boys to Seattle. I found myself alone drinking wine in my over sized shirt a panties and watching random videos on the internet. I had to go to the bathroom after a whole bottle and found my toilet was not working. Partly drunk I asked the neighbor to help fix it. He was working on the toilet and stood over him. I saw him look up but quickly focus on fixing whatever needed to get fixed. I realized my panties weren't on, I was embarrassed but kind of turned on that he probably saw my pussy. Once he was done, he pointed to my panties and said I should maybe keep them on next time.
Then next night I decided to make a move, again fueled by wine. I walked to his place in bathrobe and he answered in his boxers. He asked if I needed something, and I told him I'd like to hang out with him citing my empty house. We talked together for an hour about relationships and such, and stumbled into sex. He admitted he was actually extremely shy. He got up to go to the kitchen and I removed my robe when he came back. He was definitely caught off guard, and I started to embraced him. I could feel his dick swell through his boxers. I whispered in ear that I was dripping wet, I then saw he full erect dick sticking out of the hole in the boxers. I yanked his boxers down and started stroking his dick till pre cum emerged. He asked about my husband and seemed like he was about to put an end to it. I assured him we were in an open relationship, and that my husband whores around at work and school. I pushed him on the couch and got on top, guiding his penis into my pussy which I saw was dripping on the head of his dick before I got to the opening. As soon as that tip pushed in, I sat all the way down. I could feel him all the way. I proceeded to ride him rougher and rougher but remained quiet in case his son woke up. I stayed on top and began to play with my tits and clit and even kissed my neck. I loved it. He pushed me away and I rolled next to him on the couch as he stood up. He got on his knees and started eating me out and fingering me, and I felt like I was going to cum. I moaned that I was starting to cum, before moaning really loud in bliss. I hadn't had a man make me cum in years. He tried to get on me to fuck me missionary, but I wouldn't have it. I bent over and turned around. " Fuck me doggystyle and cum in my pussy, baby!" I yelled. He did just that. I came again, he would pull out fast but thrust gently and slow. Occasionally he'd go slow both ways, and I could truly feel his girth. He started to pant a little, and I was sore but felt another orgasm was coming. I turned to my back, and he crawled on top. I rubbed my clit and told him to cum, he pounded me pretty well but I knew he could do better. I demanded he fuck me like he fucked my friend, and I wanted my tits hitting my face from him fucking. He was red in the face, and seemed so focused on fucking me. I loved it, and once I got to orgasm I squeezed my legs around him and watched him grunt. He stopped fucking and fell off me. He cream pied my pussy and was clearly exhausted. The rest of the week without my husband we had sex, multiple times in a row, multiple orgasms, fucking.
It's been a few months since, but I told him I'd do him again when we could. We had one quickie since. I kind of want my husband to find out so he could feel like shit for not doing me proper and treating me right.
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