Straight Male / 27
I Cucked My Neighbor
He is Filipino and has a beautiful Filipina wife. Despite being Catholic, they had only one baby.
I often run into the wife in our building's laundry room. One day when we were chatting, I decided to try my luck and hug her.
It turned into more than a hug. I had her sit on the washing machine, facing me, and we made out. I was a big risk, though at least it was a weekday morning, when most of our neighbors are gone. (I work from home and she works nights.)
We exchanged numbers and started texting, though I waited for her to initiate when her husband was not around.
I invited her to my place and of course we made love and of course she was amazing. Filipina women are so beautiful, and when you pleasure them in bed, they let go and become very passionate. There was a lot of love bottled up inside her. I got the impression she was not used to having her pussy eaten, let alone to having her body adored.
A condom never came up. I came inside her.
These meetings continued, pretty much every weekday. I told her I loved her and she was my GF.
The hottest times were when I fucked her at her place, in the bed she shares with her husband, while he and their daughter were out.
Obviously, with the amount of sex we were having, and her being Catholic and thus not allowed to use birth control, she told me she was pregnant. It was about four months into our relationship. (I don't call it an affair because it's not, when you are in love.) She said it could be mine or her husband's. They still had sex, maybe once a week, and she reassured me that it was perfunctory and I was her real love.
Her news made me so happy! Without saying a word I entered her, suddenly realizing why our sex during the last month had been even more intense and good than before.
I told her that I would be there for her whatever she decided. I told her I wanted her to have the baby, and that I would be praying it was mine. I told her I needed her in my life, whether than meant she left her husband to move in with me, or whether she stayed with him and we continued secretly, as long as I could, in a neighborly way, be involved in my child's growing up.
By the way, though I'm not Filipino, I do have brown skin, thank God.
She had the baby and has stayed with her husband, but she and I got a DNA test to confirm what we could already see: I am the father of her son.
We continue our love each day and are waiting for more good news when it comes.
I often run into the wife in our building's laundry room. One day when we were chatting, I decided to try my luck and hug her.
It turned into more than a hug. I had her sit on the washing machine, facing me, and we made out. I was a big risk, though at least it was a weekday morning, when most of our neighbors are gone. (I work from home and she works nights.)
We exchanged numbers and started texting, though I waited for her to initiate when her husband was not around.
I invited her to my place and of course we made love and of course she was amazing. Filipina women are so beautiful, and when you pleasure them in bed, they let go and become very passionate. There was a lot of love bottled up inside her. I got the impression she was not used to having her pussy eaten, let alone to having her body adored.
A condom never came up. I came inside her.
These meetings continued, pretty much every weekday. I told her I loved her and she was my GF.
The hottest times were when I fucked her at her place, in the bed she shares with her husband, while he and their daughter were out.
Obviously, with the amount of sex we were having, and her being Catholic and thus not allowed to use birth control, she told me she was pregnant. It was about four months into our relationship. (I don't call it an affair because it's not, when you are in love.) She said it could be mine or her husband's. They still had sex, maybe once a week, and she reassured me that it was perfunctory and I was her real love.
Her news made me so happy! Without saying a word I entered her, suddenly realizing why our sex during the last month had been even more intense and good than before.
I told her that I would be there for her whatever she decided. I told her I wanted her to have the baby, and that I would be praying it was mine. I told her I needed her in my life, whether than meant she left her husband to move in with me, or whether she stayed with him and we continued secretly, as long as I could, in a neighborly way, be involved in my child's growing up.
By the way, though I'm not Filipino, I do have brown skin, thank God.
She had the baby and has stayed with her husband, but she and I got a DNA test to confirm what we could already see: I am the father of her son.
We continue our love each day and are waiting for more good news when it comes.
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