This is from about 10 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just moved to my very first place to call my own. Didn't really have much, just some 2nd hand furniture and that was that.

But, even though it wasn't much, I still kind of needed help to get everything inside and luckily, my neighbours [28F] (lets call her Elena) and her husband [30M] (whom I'll refer to as Douchbag for reasons you'll find out very soon), stepped in to give me a helping hand.

It clicked between us and they invited me over for dinner that evening to get to know each other better and because I didn't have anything at my new place except for instant ramen, which Elena refused to accept as my first meal that'd I'd eat as a strong independent adult.

So, first impressions were great and we got along swimmingly for the next few months. Elena ends up getting pregnant, which they had been trying to do for about a year, so the cheeriness couldn't end, right?

Then Douchebag runs off with a 19 year old, about 4 months into Elena's pregnancy. She's, of course, devastated by all of this. I try my best to help out with everything that she needs, go shopping, etc... but it's clear that things aren't improving.

About one month later, I invite her over for dinner, pulling out all the stops. Appetiser, main course, dessert, the works. I told her to wear whatever clothes made her feel the happiest, which was a very cute light blue dress. This seems to lift her spirits a bit and she cracks a smile for the first time in weeks.

Then, at the end of the evening she suddenly breaks down and starts crying. I go over to comfort her, giving her a hug and pulling her close to me. She tightens her grip on me like her life depended on it, burying her head in my chest.

For some... Odd reason, I kiss her on her head, telling her things will be okay, and she looks up at me, eyes still wet from tears and she leans in... Kissing me on the lips. Not a kiss, not a peck, full on passionate kissing. My mind was instantly clouded as I got hard. I kissed her back, deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. We made out like that for but a minute but it felt like hours.

When she pulled back, she immediately got up from her chair, pushed it to the side with enough force to knock it over, pulled her panties down while raising her skirt and leaned onto the table, ready for me.

I got into position behind her, getting my pants down in record time as I looked at her pussy. She was *soaked*. I lined up the tip of my cock with her wet slit and pushed inside of her.

To say it was an absolutely mindblowing experience for me would be an understatement. The feeling of her pussy was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Wet, tight and *hot* beyond belief. I had to pace myself or I might have actually nutted by the third thrust.

I kept it up for a while, her soft moans of pleasure increasing with each time I pushed myself into her, mixing with the wet slaps of my body slamming into hers. I could feel I was getting close to climaxing but I didn't want it to end... I pulled out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her upright as well. I turned her around, kissing her again while rubbing her pussy as I guided her to sit onto the table, her legs open expectantly.

I needed to cool off a bit, so I knelt down to eat her out and she tasted as amazing as she looked. I eagerly ran the tip of my tongue along her labia, before putting my mouth over her clit, sucking down slightly to form a bit of a seal as my tongue went to work on her. Her moans got even louder. I could feel her push her pussy into me as she massaged one of her breasts, keeping eyecontact with me. I reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, her engorged tits finally on full display.

With that, I felt I could keep going for a while again, so I stood up, lined my cock up once more and pushed back in. I started slow and picked up the pace as we both started to near our respective climaxes.

She was the first to go (eating her out definitely helped with that), with a primal moan that came from *deep* I felt her clench her muscles, making an already amazing experience even better, and with each pulse of the orgasm that rippled through her she pulled me in deeper and deeper as I paced myself to that. I didn't last much longer, with a final deep push and a moan of pleasure I shot my load inside of her, staying there until the twitching stopped.

We were both absolutely knackered, catching our breaths like we had ran two marathons. However, I could see that besides exhaustion, there was a look of post-nut clarity on her face, which also snapped me back to my senses. I slowly pulled out of her, "um"-ing and "ah"-ing as I pulled my pants back up, while she got off the table and picked her panties off of the floor. She mumbled something about needing to go and just left, leaving me cursing myself for giving in.

A couple of very awkward days went by where we kind of avoided one and other, with me leaving the groceries at her front door, ringing the bell and then scampering off to my place, until about a week had passed.

The doorbell rang and it was her, still not making eye contact, asking if she could come inside because she needed to talk to me. I let her in, and we sit down on the couch. A couple of... Tense minutes pass, with both her and me breathing in deeply getting ready to say something, but then just sighing or clearing our throat.

Eventually she speaks up, saying that while it feels wrong that she did enjoy what had happened. That she had been so impossibly horny that the moment I kissed her head a switch flipped in her head and she acted on pure instinct. And that it had been on her mind ever since, then asking that, if I was okay with it, if I wanted to help her out in that way as well from time to time.

Not how I expected the conversation to go, but considering how it had been on my mind as well, I gladly accepted, starting the best 4 months I've *ever* had.