I spotted her the day she moved in next door, this stacked blonde in tight jeans hauling boxes. Her name was Lisa, thirty-two, married to some suit who left for work at dawn and came home late. I was twenty-eight, single, and horny as hell. One afternoon I was out back when she waved me over. "Hey, got a minute to help with this shelf?" she asked, all casual. I went inside and the second the door shut, she pushed me against the wall. "My husband's gone. I need cock. Now."
She dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen, yanking my jeans down. Her mouth was hot and wet, lips stretching around my thick shaft as she sucked me deep. No teasing, just greedy slurping sounds filling the room while she bobbed her head and gagged on it. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, shoving my cock down her throat until her eyes watered. "That's it, suck that dick like the slut you are," I growled. She moaned around it, fingers rubbing her own pussy through her shorts.
I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her shorts hit the floor and I slammed into her from behind. Her pussy was soaked, tight and slick, gripping me as I pounded her hard. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the tiles. "Fuck yes, wreck my cunt," she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her scream. Her juices coated my balls while I drove in balls-deep, over and over.
We moved to the living room couch. She climbed on top, straddling me and sinking down on my cock. Her big tits bounced in my face as she rode me rough, grinding her clit against my pelvis. "Fill me up," she panted. I thrust up to meet her, slapping her ass hard enough to leave red marks. She came first, pussy clenching and pulsing around me, soaking my lap. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and fucked her missionary style, deep and relentless. Her nails dug into my back while she kept moaning dirty shit like "Harder, pound that married pussy."
I pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across her stomach and tits, watching it drip down her skin. We didn't stop there. She sucked me hard again and we went at it in the shower, me fucking her standing up with her leg hooked over my arm. Water streamed over us while I hammered her until she came again, legs shaking. Later on the bed I took her doggy style, pulling her hair and calling her every filthy name while I stretched her ass open with my fingers and then my cock. She begged for it, pushing back like a total amateur porn star.
By the time her husbands car pulled in the driveway, we were spent, sweaty, and grinning. She kissed me quick and shoved me out the back door. "Same time tomorrow?" she whispered. I nodded, already hard again thinking about the next round. That was just the start of our raw, no-strings hookups, the kind of free amateur sex stories you only get when the neighbor's wife is as desperate and dirty as you are.
