1. Being a Good Neighbor - Part 1


    Date: 7/26/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Straight Sex, Reluctance, Wife / MILF, Author: Unknown user, Source: sexstories.com

    Donna and Harold lived next door to us for years. I always had a secret crush on Donna, who looked much younger than her thirty two years. Because I was very married, I made it a point to keep my eyes, hands and fascination in check, but every now and then, something would give me a reason to pause and think, “What if?” Donna called one afternoon and my wife answered the phone. I heard Rebecca respond, “I’ll send Rex right over.” I knew instinctively, that when I was being dispatched to the next door neighbor’s house, it was usually to help Donna address an immediate need because Harold was either now around or out of town. The first time I was dispatched was to help put the garage door back on its tracks after Donna tried to put their new SUV in the garage and practically took the door down. The second time, was unstop a toilet. Donna stood patiently by in her see-through nightie, as I used the plunger to fix the issue. I didn’t complain, but told her that anytime she needed a plumber, just to let me know. I couldn’t help but think, she knew where I was going with the offer. Donna was the type of next door neighbor, any guy might find himself drooling over. Short, spunky, and always flirting, she had a model-like figure and knew had to draw attention to herself with low cut blouses, or tube tops, shorts that we always a bit on the too short side, and well tanned and toned legs that any guy would love to have wrapped around his neck. Donna was an avid cyclist and on any ...
    given day, there would be a line of cars following her through the neighborhood. She liked to tease and didn't seem to care who was looking. She's wave, smile and wink at just about anyone and everyone, to include myself. Living next door to her was pure hell. I crawled up under the kitchen sink in Donna's house to take a look at the garbage disposal. Donna stood nearby. I had a perfect look up the open space of her shorts, from where I was positioned under the sink. Donna was sans underwear and I could very easily see her shaved pussy. it was like she didn't care or intentionally got a kick out of her tease. Almost immediately, my little head took notice. I tuned the garbage disposal with the wrench I had brought over and asked Donna to turn it on. She positioned her bare foot right between my legs, her ankle resting against my testicles. I didn’t dare move or say a word. The garbage disposal roared to life. “Yeah!” Donna extolled, clapping her hands. Donna took a step back. I started to crawl out from under her sink, when I noticed the a small dribble of water coming from under a drain pipe. “Uh oh,” I remarked. Donna squatted down and looked in my direction. Women, I said to myself, making a mental note, really should wear a brassiere. and underwear. “You’ve got a leak,” I replied. “Damn it,” Donna replied. “Harold is gone for the weekend.” “I can fix it, if you want me to,” I replied. Donna smiled. “Would you? I mean, if you do, I would forever be in your debt. We’re short on ...
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