How I ended up with my married cock in my married neighbors ass and how not to fall in love when having an affair

First off, let me say the names and the details and part of the situation has been changed to protect the lives of the innocent (ly naughty, that is).

Also. Though married, my wife has been leaning further and further into being a lesbian. Can’t say I blame her. Not only does it make her incredibly happy, a woman is a beautifully mysterious poem written by curves. So, I get.

I suppose that could be its own entry. But to be quick about that, we both explored with female partners or female identifying partners, and it just never quite clicked with me. Haven’t really found a person who craves me as much as I do them. So I support and love my wife. She’s my best friend.

Next. I never really wanted to get into any sticky situation in my tiny little cul-de-sac neighborhood. That wasn’t my intent. I don’t even know what my intent was, but I started to notice this woman on our street. Beautiful smile covered in kids. And yes, I immediately checked her out. She had, and I say this with complete respect, the absolute nicest fat ass I’ve ever seen. And shes wearing the stay at home mom attire of sweatpants and gym shorts. And again I do not judge. I myself am a stay at home dad our uniform is the exact same. Until one day I decided to wear my gray sweatpants. No particular reason. my other stuff was dirty.

Since we’ve lived here the past few weeks I have occasionally spoken with her when we’re both walking our kids like the animals they are. And she mentioned she was excited to put up her Christmas decorations. But there are so many. And I said knowing full well, she had a husband, that I would help her with that anytime. Kind of flirting, kind of playing dumb. To see how she would respond.

And I’ve been masturbating thinking about how she responded ever since this encounter.

Sorry, too much? That look started it all. It’s like that look right before they bite their lip.

And she said yeah I’ll give you a text.

She didn’t even have my number so at best this was harmless flirting. And again, I knew her husband tangentially. Fucking douche bag. Of course. which makes it easier to want to pound. His fucking wife.

So a few days later, you guessed it I got a text from an unknown number. Saying she got her friend to give her the number because she needed help setting up these reindeer. I told her I would be happy to help. Just let me know what day. And yes, I flinched. She said tonight. Right now. You lazy piece of shit 😆. it will be quick. They have tacks on the bottom of their hooves. She said.

So long story short. I go over to help her and she needs to get them from the attic. Happy to climb up there, I say, but she says no just hold the ladder. And there, like she she read my fucking mind, the juiciest ass I’ve ever slobbered over. Weaving from left right as it climbs the stairway to heaven. And of course she’s wearing a big T-shirt and I don’t know if it was intentional or not but there was no bra. And it’s a feast for my eyes. This Amazonian goddess was fucking perfect. Wearing her nightmare before Christmas T-shirt and yoga pants. I’m sorry if my grammar losing its steam. This is getting me worked up just thinking about it.

I couldn’t control myself. I had to start flirting with her. Making jokes. tired all jokes as if I was in some cheesy porn from the 80s. “Shouldn’t your husband be home by now” in a Troy McClure voice. And of course. On cloud nine, not only was I good enough, but she knew the reference and she said Phil Harmon was the best Saturday night live cast member ever.

Not falling in love yet. Not falling in love yet.

So there we are in her kitchen. Her kids are at a friends. She tells me about this cookie recipe she wants to give me and she turns And she pulls the drawer out of its hinges. And a bunch of shit falls everywhere. And she’s so embarrassed, but she’s laughing so hard and she’s trying to put the drawer back in. And laughing and laughing. and so am I. And I approach to help her, put it back in. It’s the first time we touch. Our hands graze each other. It shocked us both just a little bit. And we both immediately stop talking. And my friends, our sweatpants are touching. She begins to sway back-and-forth. I’m already halfway there. She pulls down her pants no underwear. She reaches behind herself and pulls down My wasteland looks over her shoulder to see my cock. It’s that point where the head hasn’t popped out yet so for all she knows I could be 20 inches long. But that game is over quickly. but she bites her lip and made me think she saw more than she wanted.

And I’m fucking her like a madman.

I’m fucking her so hard against her oven and she’s still holding the drawer in her hand our bodies are slapping and moaning and exhaling and it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.

Forgetting my name. All I want to do is impregnate this woman and then do it again and again and again. And she says completely out of breath

“ in my ass. “In my ass. Quick”

I’ve never fucked anyone’s ass. But now I get why everyone is so obsessed with it. I came immediately holding onto that fucking glorious caboose.

So yeah, I’m completely in love and terrified.