Each week the temptation gets stronger and harder to deny. Don't get me wrong, my husband Phil and I do have sex, but ever since I've noticed our neighbours son masturbating his massive cock, I've imagined him fucking me with it.

It started when I was cleaning the inside of our bedr oom windows. He knew I was there, but carried on stroking his huge cock anyway. And from only fifty feet I could see just how big and thick it was. He saw me staring, smiled and moved so I could watch him cum. Now stood right next to his beeroom window, he began to furiously wank himself, and then shot his load all over glass pain in front of him.

I hadn't noticed I'd been touching itself, but knew when I shuddered from a need to orgasm myself. Walking I.to our bathroom, I took down my panties, put two fingers inside my pussy and used my other hand to rub hard and fast over my soaking wet clit.

I came within a minute I was that horny. A similar thing happened a few days later, only that time I masturbated at the same time our nineteen year neighbour did. His grin could not have been bigger when he saw me rubbing myself, as I once again took great pleasure from watching him stroke his enormous cock.

Five weeks on and I dream about him ducking me with his young hard thick cock. If I could only justify it, then I'd invite our neighbour over.