The Neighbors

The Neighbors

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

When new neighbors moved in, I didn't expect them to steam up the neighborhood.

Summary

When new neighbors moved in, I didn't expect them to steam up the neighborhood.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Neighbors

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When new neighbors moved in, I didn't expect them to steam up the neighborhood.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 22, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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I was watering the garden by the side of the house when I heard the sound. At first, I thought it was just a cricket in the bushes. But that wasn’t right. The sound wasn’t coming from the ground or from the bushes. I looked up towards the neighbor’s house, saw the open window, and realized that it had to be coming from inside.

I stopped watering and listened. Up and down, up and down. That’s when I heard the moaning. A low woman’s groan. I felt my nipples harden and pushed my long hair back away from my ears. Then, I heard the voice. My God, they had to be right by the open window!

“Fuck me, fuck my pussy, she said. I was frozen, rapt, my ears intent on picking up any sound.

“Do you like my cock in your pussy?”  A man’s voice.

“Yes, I love it,” she said. “I swallowed, hard. My legs felt shaky and my heart beat rapidly.

I wasn’t used to such language.  The dirtiest Derrick and I got was mentioning the word sex. When we “did it” we hardly said anything at all. I had always assumed that dirty talk was just something in porno movies and not in the bedrooms of real people. But now, right outside my window, these two were proving me wrong.

“Oh God, your pussy feels so good,” More squeaking. They were an attractive couple. I saw them moving in about a week ago. The woman was tall, thin, and brunette with a curvy figure and full breasts. I distinctly remember the man being very handsome – in shape, strong arms and legs, bright blue eyes, and a great butt. I had meant to go over and introduce myself but the kid’s were getting ready for summer camp so I hadn’t had the time.

I tried to imagine them lying there together, getting it on, and I felt heat radiating from my crotch. I hadn’t been this turned on in ages. The truth was, Derrick and I hardly ever had sex anymore and when we did, it was like a rote drill. Take off clothes, fold neatly, place on chair beside bed, insert penis, have orgasm, finish.

“My pussy feels so good baby. Keep going.”

“I’m going to cum.” Then a long, satisfied groan. I heard more movement, and then something that sounded like kissing. I stepped back and tripped over a tomato stake.

“Did you hear something outside?” she asked. Now my heart was really pounding. What if they caught me listening?

“It’s probably just an animal.” I waited a minute and then didn’t stick around to hear more. I made my way quietly back to the house, barged through the front door, and ran up to the bedroom. I washed my hands and then moved into the bedroom.

I was panting. I looked into the mirror. My face was dripping wet and the sweat soaked through my t-shirt. It was hot outside but not that hot. I stared at my face. I had been homecoming queen in high school. I was still trim and in shape but two kids and a busy life had left me with little time to worry about appearance. I looked okay but not great. I didn’t look like the woman next door.

I peeled off my t-shirt and shorts and stood in my white bra and panties. There was a little bulge in my stomach from the childbirths but overall, not bad. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor.

When had I had my last orgasm? We hadn’t had sex in months and even then I had told Derrick not to bother. The need seemed to have disappeared. It had been at least a year since I had one.

My breasts looked okay. They weren’t quite as perky as when I was homecoming queen but still not bad. My nipples were hard as rocks and I took a deep breathe and started to caress them. That only made me hungrier, hornier.

I watched myself in the mirror, imagining the neighbor behind me squeezing my breasts and playing with the nipples. I imagined his hand brushing my shoulder, pulling my hair and then returning to my breasts to kneed, squeeze and pinch.

What would Derrick think? Was I cheating on him imagining such a thing? I started breathing harder. I had to admit it turned me on to think of Derrick watching me with the neighbor. Where did this come from?

I envisioned his hand moving slowly down my belly and then disappearing below the elastic band. I groaned. I pushed my panties down. My fingers, his fingers, disappeared into my pubic hair and started moving around my vagina. Derrick watched it all.

Finally, I felt a finger press my clitoris and I sighed. It rubbed back and forth, back and forth. I leaned back against the bed. I saw my fingers sliding in and out and I imagined him, bent over, licking away.

I exploded. The orgasm was the most intense I had felt in years, perhaps ever. I collapsed onto the bed and felt the rush pass over me. When it had, I wondered what in the world had gotten over me.

I jumped into the shower and kept it on cold. Still, I couldn’t forget the image of the neighbor going down on me while Derrick watched. I almost masturbated again in the shower but decided to wait.


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