A Naughty Neighbourly Agreement
Copyright© 2010 by Saxon
Prologue
Erotica Sex Story: Prologue - A married man gets an offer he can't refuse from his attractive married 33yo neighbour (I use english spellings and words by the way... arse, bottom, bum etc). Well, he could have refused the offer, probably ought to have done really, but would you?...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Cheating Oral Sex Pregnancy Cream Pie
Checking my watch, I approached my neighbour's front door with a sense of unreality and the first stirrings of a hard-on. 2.15pm. I had decided to be on time, nothing more, nothing less. I was a 35-year old, happily married man (whatever 'happily' means) with two children and thinking 'I really ought not to be doing this'. My neighbour, for her part, was a 33-year old 'happily married' woman, and whilst she maybe ought not to be doing this either, her reason for doing so was better than mine. I completed my nervous traverse of the street: a short, simple walk from my house to hers, but a huge moral line to cross.
"Hi," Alison said, opening the door to me soon after I knocked. So, it wasn't a dream. Indeed I was expected.
"Hi," I replied.
I observed that she was wearing a very plain, dark brown t-shirt and blue denim jeans. I didn't really know what I expected her to be wearing for this highly unusual 'appointment'. One thing I did expect was that she'd be as attractive and alluring as ever, and that my cock would ache to be shoved up what I was so far only guessing to be an all-natural hairy cunt.
"You're on time. That's cool. Come in." She talked rather briskly, and seemed as uncertain as me as to what to say exactly.
"Well, yeah. I am, I guess. 'Mr reliable'." I laughed lightly at my own joke. She merely smiled, and I think I detected nerves.
Apart from the obvious things — a good 5ft 7 height in a woman, perfect curves which were neither too bumpy nor too lacking, and a very pretty face for a woman her age, damnit any age — I found it was the subtle things that drove me crazy about her. I loved her deep brown eyes, which possessed confidence but vulnerability too, and always seemed ever so slightly tired in a sexual way. Her fair hair was parted slightly off centre, quite thin and settling in loose ends, freely around her shoulders. Simple and pretty, like a little girl really, which kind of contrasted against her demureness of age.