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EROTICA | CHEATING | MARRIED | RISKY SEX | ORAL SEX | CREAMPIE | SQUIRTING | DIRTY TALK | NEIGHBOR AFFAIR | PUBLIC RISK | PHONE SEX

My Bored Married Life Changed When the Older Neighbor Started Looking at Me — 2

After weeks of trying to resist, I finally gave in and let the man three houses down stretch my married pussy and fill me with his cum every chance he got.

After that talk in his living room I just couldn't stay away.

I could hear the low rumble in his voice when he said he'd give me everything my body was asking for, and I could hear it in my head.

I've been trying to be good for three days.

I made his favorite meals, I wore the lingerie he liked, I let him fuck me in our bed, the way he always did, quick, quiet, before he rolled over and checked his emails, 10 minutes later.

It was as if I was going through the motions and my pussy was still wet thinking about the man three houses down.

On the fourth day I broke.

As usual, Ryan left home at 7:30 to go to work.

After 15 minutes I walked directly to Marcus's house in a thin yellow sundress, with nothing underneath.

My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my throat.

He opened the door before I knocked, as if he had been waiting.

“Sophia,” he said, his eyes crawling down my body. “You came.”

I didn't want to, I whispered as I stepped inside.

It was only a click on the door before I was pressed up against the wall.

Not coarse, but solid.

One large hand held my face, thumb stroking my cheek, and the other hand on my waist.

He didn’t kiss me right away.

He simply stared at me, breathing evenly, building up the pressure until I squirmed.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmured. “Say it out loud.”

I wanted this, I breathed, “I want this.” “I want you.”

That's all it took.

His mouth fell on mine — slowly at first, then deeper, more hungry.

His tongue stuck out from my lips and took my mouth, and his hands wandered.

He squeezed my tits through the thin dress, his thumbs going around my hard nipples, making me moan into his kiss.

He slid his hand under my dress, and found me bare and dripping, and he groaned against my lips.

Oh, shit, baby, you're already wet.

This pussy been aching for me?

“Yes,” I whimpered as his thick fingers slid through my slick folds. “For days I have been thinking about you and I am wet.”

He knelt there in the hallway, raised my skirt to my hips and put his face between my legs.

No teasing.

He devoured my pussy like a starving man, long and heavy licks from my ass to my clit, sucking my swollen nub between his lips, two thick fingers pushing into me.

I took his hair in my hands, my legs shaking as I worked him open.

“Goddamn you taste sweet,” he growled, licking and slurping noisily against my cunt.

I've been dreaming of this pretty married pussy, so wet and tight for an old man like me.

In minutes I had my thighs wrapped around his head, my tongue on his, I was moaning his name, and my juices were running down his chin.

He licked through each spasm, drinking me down till I trembled.

When I stood up, my mouth was shiny with my cum.

He kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his tongue, while he was releasing his cock.

It was fat, thick, heavy, purple, veined, and leaking pre-cum from the fat purple head, which was thicker than Ryan's.

I held it in both palms and stroked it, and loved the way my fingers wouldn't touch.

Marcus lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, pinned me to the wall and rubbed that fat cockhead up and down my dripping slit.

“You sure you want this, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with need.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please.”

He pushed straight in with one long stroke, opening my pussy up around his thick dick.

We both groaned loud.

He felt so full, so deep, so perfect, he felt so fucking good.

He slowly and powerfully fucked me against the wall, grinding his dick against my clit every time he hit me.

“That's it, honey,” he growled against my neck. “Take this dick, feel how bad you need it.”

I came again like that, nails in his shoulders, pussy spasming around him.

He didn't pull me out, he took me to his bedroom, laid me on his bed and fucked me good — deep and slow thrusts, sucking on my tits and rubbing my clit.

I can't remember the number of times I visited.

Eventually he got out and started to draw thick ropes of cum on my stomach and tits, groaning my name as he drew.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in his bed.

He was slow and thorough and ate my pussy again until I cried from overstimulation.

Then he showed me how much I loved having my asshole played with, and he fingered my cunt while he was playing with my asshole, and he was gentle with me, and he was spitting in my asshole.

When I got the text that Ryan was heading home, I was dressed and walking back to my house on shaky legs, with cum still dripping into my panties.

So, that's how our affair started.

We made love to each other every opportunity we had for the next three weeks.

While Ryan was at work.

While Ryan was on calls in his home office.

While he was railing me from behind, I was bent over his workbench in quick, dirty fucks in his garage.

Slow, sensual sessions in his bed, where he spent hours licking every inch of my body, making me squirt on his tongue, teaching me how it feels to have a man who knows how to use my clit.

He was so into making me cum.

He would spend forty minutes in my pussy sucking, licking, fingering both holes until I was a shaking, squirting mess.

Then he would fuck me raw in every position, always ending up deep in my pussy or across my tits and face, always calling me his “good fucking girl.”

One afternoon, I was on his lap on his couch and he took my phone.

Suddenly, eyes dark, he said, “Call your best friend.” “Explain to him what we are doing at the moment.”

I laughed nervously. “Marcus… no.”

He thrust up hard, making me moan. “Do it, baby. I want someone else to know how much of a slut you are for this older cock.”

I was so turned on I actually did it.

I called my best friend Liam on speaker while bouncing on Marcus’s thick dick.

I confessed everything in a shaky, moaning voice while Marcus fucked me.

Liam stayed on the line, breathing hard, touching himself as he listened to me getting railed.

That opened the floodgates.

Marcus started pushing me further each time.

Recording videos of me sucking his cock.

Making me send Liam pictures of my cum-filled pussy.

Fucking me in my own backyard at night while Ryan slept inside.

The risk made everything hotter.

The night it all went completely wild started when Ryan was away again.

Marcus had me in his bed, legs folded back, pounding my pussy when he grabbed my phone and dialed Ryan’s number.

“Time to confess everything, baby,” he growled, still fucking me deep. “Speaker on. Tell your husband what his sweet little wife has been doing.”

My stomach dropped, but my pussy clenched hard around him.

The phone started ringing.

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