So, I'm 32 and married. To a very nice, handsome and caring man. We've been together for a while now and our marriage and relationship has been missing some spice, especially after having our son who was born roughly a year ago. The first months were hard, especially on our relationship and stress levels being mixed with the absolute joy of being parents now. Pregnancy had it's grace with me, I stayed in shape through the most of it and got back into even better shape a few months after giving birth to our baby boy...with the added bonus of having bigger tits now. My husband kept on joking that I turned into some sort of milf now, "maybe" he was right.

Not long after our boy was born, we got a new neighbor. It is this good looking guy in his 20's, more than 10 years younger than my husband. He's tall and got a smile that started making my knees weak really fast. I first saw him when my husband was backing out of the drive way, he was out picking up mail and greeted my husband. They shook hands and I watched them for a while, even though I couldn't make out what they were talking about. My husband later told me it was just small talk. Over the next few months leading up to the present day I kept seeing him from time to time, Like when we "coincidentally" collected our mail at the same time. It was just small talk and he was extremely charming. But not the type of charming that can tell you "I really want to bend you over and fuck you like I own you". He was just being nice, to me and my family. But still I found myself in a state, in which I let my mind drift to the mental image of him, on the rare occasion me and my husband got to be intimate with each other. But still, there was no sexual spark.

I brushed it off, just kept on going with my life. With my happy loving family and my nice charming neighbor.

Until yesterday. After another of many arguments about our non-existent sex life, which ended in me and my husband being mad at each other, he headed out on a work trip. So that argument had some unfortunate timing to say the least. He headed out and would be back in two days, so tomorrow, as I'm writing this a day after all of my little adventure has happened. Our little baby boy was and still is spending some time at his grandparents and me and my husband plan to pick him up once he gets back home. So there I was. Alone, sexually frustrated and annoyed by my oh so loving and caring husband who wouldn't take that frustration away. I decided to open a bottle of wine, poured some into a glass and sat down on the couch. In my mind still arguing with my husband about the lack of intimacy. That's when my thoughts turned into our neighbors direction. Why was I thinking of him all of a sudden? Wasn't I mad at my husband for not sleeping with me, why did he cross my mind now? My nice and charming neighbor. With his nice hands and his handsome smile. His 'chiseled' jaw and the stubble on his chin. His tall and fit body.. I snapped out of it as quickly as I snapped into it, taking a sip of the wine, collecting my thoughts. But they kept drifting to him, to my neighbor. I was trying to imagine how he looked under his clothes, if the way his abs look are as hot as I dream about. I soon felt myself being wet. My mind in a cloudy and horny haze, filled with naughty thoughts as I pulled down my jeans. Letting a hand slip under my panties while dreaming how he handles me, how he would be holding onto my hips while being behind me. I stopped. I was starting to think I was being ridiculous. But I kept looking at his number in my phones' contacts, and that's when I decided to do it.

I got up, biting my lip in excitement as I took a rather risky selfie, showing off right where I wanted him. My finger hovering over the send button as my thoughts drifted back to my husband. It has been so long since I had send him pictures like that. But I couldn't ignore the burning wetness between my thighs anymore, and so I hit 'Send' followed by a message asking him if he wants to come over.

I didn't have to wait for him too long. But for me it felt agonizingly long. And with each passing second I felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. Standing in that hallway leading up to the frontdoor in my soaked panties.

I heard him knock, rapidly. I opened the door for him, letting him come inside. We didn't exchange many words. My hands were under his shirt lifting it upwards as soon as his strong hands were wrapped around my waists, cupping and grabbing my ass. The way he touched me made my body burn up. I pulled him into the living room, leaving his shirt on the floor before I pushed him onto the couch and sat down in his lap. Our tongue hungrily wrapping around each other. Tasting the other. He looked even hotter than I had expected. My charming neighbor making my head spin as I let my hands work on unbuckling his belt, ripping his zipper down and letting my hand have a feel of how hard he was for me. This young hot man, being aroused by me. I was feeling like I'm in heaven. Shortly after we were naked. Me still sitting on top of him. Feeling his erect cock press against the wet mess between my legs. Our hands running over the others body. He lifted me up, biting down on my bottom lip, the pain from it mixing with the extreme pleasure I was in. He turned around, lowering me back onto the couch, laying me on my back and spreading my legs. Positioning between my thighs and rubbing his cock against my most sensitive spot. He was so much bigger than my husband and when he parted my lips and slowly pushed his hips forward, easing himself into me, I audibly gasped. He was SO much bigger than my husband. He started thrusting. Deep strokes filling me up. Stretching me around his big cock. His hand slid from my thigh to my clit, slowly letting his fingers trace around it. He wanted to make me moan, and he did. The sound of my moans, mixed with the wet noises coming from the way he fucked me, echoing through the empty house. He kept going. Bringing me close to orgasm. He didn't hold back and I knew he was close to and as I looked up to him the only thing I could say between moans was almost begging him to cum, to make me cum. And we did. At the same time as I felt my body burning, tensing up as a hard orgasm rolled over me, I could feel him push deep into me. Feeling him twitch and throb inside of me as his hot load filled me up. We stayed like this for a little while before he slowly pulled himself back out of me and I could feel the sticky cum flow back out of me. We got dressed and I escorted him to the front door. Only exchanging a cheeky smirk before he made his way back over to his house.

That was yesterday and all I've been thinking about those past hours.