So it happened again. I let my horny mind take over and cheated on my husband, again. For those of you who didn't read my previous post, a couple days ago me and my husband got into an argument right before he took a two day trip for work, fueled by sexual frustration that stems from the missing spark in our bedroom and our sex life in general. It ended with me sending a rather intimate picture to our hot 23 year old neighbor, mere minutes after my husband had left the house. It led to him coming over, deeply fucking me on the couch and making himself and me cum incredibly hard. He took what my husband has been neglecting. After our little adventure he left, and I was thinking about it still, hours later. Touching myself to what I had done. Pleasuring myself to the hot images that had burned into my mind. After cumming on my fingers a third time that day, dreaming about my hot neighbor, a wave of guilt came crashing down on me. What had I done? I cheated on my husband. Oh, my caring and sweet husband. The man I love, the man I vowed myself to, the father of our child. My mind spiraled downwards. Inevitably, those feelings of guilt were suffocated. I validated what has happened. My neighbor did something my husband didn't do in months. He made me feel desired and more importantly, he made me cum.

I texted my neighbor again. Sending him a short text asking if he was home. He didn't reply. For hours I kept on checking my phone. My husband would've came back that day. Time felt like it was running out. And it did.

My husband came back home from his work trip. I greeted him at the door. Just exchanging a small kiss. My mind went back to our neighbor. To the way he kissed me, how fueled with lust and passion he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues playing with each other.

I was horny. Very, horny. I could feel the dampness between my legs. Remembering how my neighbor kissed my lips made me horny. Something my husband didn't know.

In the hours that followed I kept going as if nothing happened. With the addition of me rapidly checking my phone whenever I got a notification, and the tingle between my thighs whenever I felt it. Right when me and my husband arrived at his parents house to pick up our lovely son from his stay with his grandparents, my phone buzzed again. And there it was. The answer my hot neighbor send back. Telling me that he'll be home later, and that he needs to let out some pressure. I quickly slide my phone into my back pocket, intentionally hiding this notification from my husband. The whole drive back home my heart was pounding like crazy, my mind was running circles around itself. I got so horny. Something I told my husband after we put our son to bed. Maybe my little adventure would be able to rekindle the flame of lust we've been missing, I didn't know why I thought that. My husband kissed my forehead and told me he's really exhausted. Of course he was, he has been on a work trip for two days. But I wanted to fuck. He sat down on the couch and I stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and biting my lip while staring at that notification on my phone. My neighbor was back home. His car was parked in his driveway. I glanced over to the door. Could I do it again? And if so, how could I do it again? My soaked through panties sticking to my body told me that I want to. I had to. I needed someone to satisfy those urges.

I texted my neighbor, telling him to wait for me and that I'll try to make it over to him. An hour had passed before my husband came up to me, telling me he'd be heading to bed, while softly grabbing my shoulder. His thumb slowly stroking my skin. I looked back at him. My mind racing, my heart pounding like a drum again. I told him that I'll stay in the living room for a while, lying to him that I plan on calling a friend of mine to chat a little. From his reaction I knew this was the perfect alibi. He told me not chat away for hours again, giving me a small kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to the bedroom.

I stayed in the kitchen for 15 minutes. Waiting to be sure that my husband was asleep. It felt like my whole body was shaking in excitement and anticipation. I made my way to the front door. Carefully trying not to make any sound. Grabbing the spare keys from the shelf next to the door before opening it as the cold air of the night greeted me. I closed the door behind me. It felt like I could hear the beating of my heart in my ears. I slowly made my way over to my neighbors house. The fresh snow making crunching sounds under my shoes I quickly slipped on. The chilly winter making my skin feel cold as I stood in front of the door to my neighbors house. I pressed the doorbell and the entrance opened up almost immediately. My steaming hot neighbor greeting me with a smile that made my body burn up. His gorgeous deep eyes illuminated by the warm lit up hallway. He took me by my hand. His warm hand softly grabbing mine and guiding me inside his home. He close the door behind me and took a step towards me, backing me up against the hard wooden door. His hand moving up from mine, gliding over my body before stopping on my throat, his fingers softly wrapping around it as he leaned more into me. He pressed his lips on mine and I was back to heaven again. I felt like I was about to melt in his hands. Our tongues slipped into the others mouth. Our kiss passionately getting more playful. Nibbling on each others lips between kisses. Gosh, I was so turned on. His other hand was pressed against my hip, slowly making it's way between my thighs. Arriving there he pushed his fingers down, moving in small circles above the fabric of my leggings. Pushing it further up, letting me feel his fingers. My breathing getting heavier between kisses. He pulled back from the kiss, the hand that was on my throat moving down and up under my shirt as he locked his eyes deeply onto mine. He told me to take it off with his low voice, ordering me to do as he wanted. And I did. I obey him fully. The moment my shirt was over my head and pulled off, he swiftly unhooked my bra, letting it drop onto the floor. Without hesitation he sank his head down. His lips kissing all over my chest as both his hands cupped and grabbed my tits. His mouth closing around one of my nipples as he started to suck on it. His teeth softly brushed against my sensitive nipples, making me moan for him. He quickly moved his head down more, dropping to his knees as his hands firmly grabbed each side of my waist. Kissing all over my stomach before he took me at the edge of my leggings and forcefully slid them down together with my drenched panties, letting them rest around my knees. His hands moving down to my soft thighs, feeling them, grabbing them and barely pulling them apart before he leaned forward and buried his face between my wetness. His stretched out tongue rubbing against my sensitive clit, moving up and sliding into me. I really felt like I was in heaven. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me as his skillful tongue made me moan for him. His own moans sending vibrations through my body. He kept on going as my body was trembling. He pulled my leggings and panties all the way down and let me step out of them, before standing back up in front of me, pulling his tight t-shirt over his head and letting me feel his muscular body. My hands running over his abs, over his chest up to his shoulder, letting my nails drag back down before we embraced in another kiss. A kiss that let me taste myself on his hot tongue. His hands quickly grabbing my ass cheeks, massaging them while slapping them firmly, making me moan into his mouth. In one quick motion he lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him as he held me up by my ass. And he was carrying me with such ease. Before I realized he carried me into his dimly lit bedroom, sitting me down at the edge of his neatly made bed. I looked up at him as he placed his hand on my cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb before sliding his hand back into my hair. Grabbing it and tightly twisting it into a ponytail he held together with his strong hand. I put both of my hands on the edge of his sweatpants. His hard cock already making a big and impressive print on the outside. I pulled them down together with his shorts, just far enough for his erect cock to spring out at me. And there it was. The big dick I've been fantasizing about, even more after our first steamy interaction. His thick tip glistening with precum as I wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking it up and down. I felt his hand pushing my head towards him. Looking up to him and locking my eyes with his again as I slowly opened my mouth, taking the tip into my mouth and letting my tongue run over it, tasting him. His hand kept pushing me down until he was halfway inside of my mouth. My tongue pressing against his pulsating cock. This cock, that's so much bigger than my husbands'. I could feel him pressing against the top of my throat before slowly moving my head up, sliding it down again. Creating a rhythm. Hearing his moans as I pleasured him with my mouth. Moving faster, taking it as deep as I can. His sounds and his taste making me dripping wet. My body was burning with lust. He pulled my hair back and pulled himself back out of my mouth. Taking his pants off completely before leaning down to me. His lips pressing against my neck as he started to suck hardly on it, pulling me to my feet and quickly turning me around. His hand running over my back and pushing me forward, bending my body over the edge of the bed. His other hand twisting itself back into my hair before pulling me back up, making me arch my back for him. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, his heavy breathing. His cock slipped between my thighs, pressing up against my clit. He leaned in, putting his lips to my ear and whispered, in his low, hot voice...

"Tell me you want my cock inside of your wet pussy"

Fuck. My juices were dripping down my thighs. How could this young man make me so hot, turn me on so much? I was letting him play with me whilst my husband was sleeping in our bedroom. In our loving home. But I wanted this.

Under my breath I told him that I want him, that I want all of him. His hand untangling from my hair, now tightly grabbing my throat from the front as his other grabbed his cock, pulling it out between my thighs and pressing it against my entrance. My soaking wet hole welcoming him inside. His rock hard shaft sliding into me easily. He felt even bigger than before. The position allowing him to hit all the right spots inside of me. I moaned for him as he began thrusting. His other hand wrapped around me, grabbing my tits as he fucked me on his cock. And oh god he fucked me hard. His deep and powerful thrusts making my ass jiggle and my tits bounce. I moaned for him, loudly. My slutty moans only making him fuck me faster. I felt myself cum right then. My body tensing up and letting me fall into a hard orgasm. And he kept on going. Kept on fucking into my twitching and shaking body. His grunts and moans mixing with my own. A low and long grunt escaped his lips before he sank his teeth into my shoulder, thrusting back into me fully. He made me cum again and now, he was cumming as well. I felt his throbbing cock shoot thick ropes of cum deeply into my climaxing body. We shortly stayed exactly like this. He pulled himself back out of me, letting his cock slide in between my ass cheeks, rubbing his cock, covered in both our cum between them. His hand grabbing my throat eased up before moving away to give me another hard slap on my ass, sending a pleasuring pain through me. My body slumped over on the bed, his insanely big load slowly flowing out of my freshly fucked pussy. I could feel him slowly sliding his cock back into me fully. Leaning over to me, whispering in my ear that he wants his cum to stay inside of me. Long, slow strokes fucking his sticky sperm into me. I was heavily breathing and just a moaning and satisfied mess.

We got dressed after that. He followed me to the front door, giving me another clap on my ass cheeks before telling me that he wants to see me swallow his cum next time. With shaky legs I made my way over to my house. Fuck, did he say next time? Those were the only thoughts in my head as I opened the door, slowly closing it behind me before making my way up the stairs feeling like such a slut.

My husband was sleeping deeply as I took of my clothes, crawling into bed in my underwear. In those panties that were getting stained by my hot neighbors cum.

That was last night and now I'm awake, typing this out. My husband is still sleeping next to me and I made myself cum twice while writing all of this down...dreaming of how my neighbors cum tastes like.