My Married Neighbor

My Married Neighbor: Part III

The front door knob turned slowly. The hinges creaked as the door swung open. The footsteps were heavy and deliberate. 

Two minutes ago I was ready. Now, my heart beat visibly through my chest.

I heard him walk straight to my staircase and begin his ascent. 

I'd left the door unlocked, hoping he wouldn't knock, hoping he'd just come in and find me in my assigned position. 

He didn't disappoint.

The footsteps continued. He was at the top of the stairs. 

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. 

My back faced my rooms opening. I could feel him behind me.

"Perfect," he uttered, deep and smooth.

From across the room, his single word covered my body in chills. 

I turned and looked over my shoulder, garnering all the sex appeal I could muster. I wanted him to want me as much as I desperately wanted him.

"Hello," I said.

He responded by lifting his black tank top over his head and letting it fall to the ground. 

His eyes stayed on mine as he silently stepped out of his boots, unbuckled his jeans and slowly walked towards me.

My body began to follow my eyes and turn towards him.

"Stay put," he said.

I obeyed, turning both my body and sight away from him. 

I heard him push his pants to the ground. I wondered if his boxers or briefs were included in the removal. 

A moment passed and I heard nothing. 

I almost turned around to check but was careful to follow instructions. 

He didn't keep me waiting long.

Before I could exhale my held breath, he climbed onto my bed behind me, his completely bare body pressed against mine. He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. 

"Damn," he exhaled, "You smell good."

I attempted to swallow my girly, flattered smile. 

He moved my hair to one side and kissed my neck, slowly moving his lips down to my shoulder. 

Looking down, I saw his hands draped over my arms. His skin was darker than my own. It was rougher, stronger. He squeezed my arms as he continued to caress my shoulder with his lips.

"Lie down," he instructed. 

Without a word, I extended my body, stomach flat on my sheets, arms resting at my sides. He straddled my body and kneaded my skin, gently starting at my shoulders, his touch firming as he descended down my back.

Magically, his hands massaged every ounce of nerves out of my body.

I so desperately wanted to turn over, to grab his face, to kiss him passionately and ease him inside of me.

But I didn't move.

His hands reached my behind, massaged my cheeks with the perfect pressure. 

Then he kissed them, gave each cheek a peck, then a nibble, then a lick, then a bite. 

My body spontaneously wiggled as he blew a breeze of cool breath across my back. I moaned into my pillow and could feel my pussy start to drip. 

He laid his body on top of mine. Unapologetically, his manhood grazed against my backside. My legs instinctively spread. 

"Dallas..." I started.

"Don't worry," he said, apparently reading my mind. 

He reached down to the ground, retrieved a condom from his pants pockets and was back on top of me once again. Sliding on the protection only made me want him more. There was nothing in my way of abandoning this game of domination and just taking control my damn self. 

My thoughts were quickly interrupted. His tongue was back but this time not on my ass. 

Dallas shifted off of me and lifted my hips, propping my knees up on the bed, turned himself over to lie on his back, his face directly underneath my opening and slowly lowered my body down onto his face.

"Oh," I moaned repeatedly, uncontrollably. 

I balanced my weight to rest between my knees and my hands. I had more control that way. 

He grabbed my ass as I grinded forwards and backwards, to the right and left, making a million circles on his face. He followed my rhythm, squeezed my behind and went with my flow, let my body move wherever it needed to go.  

His tongue on the other hand needed no direction at all. He licked and sucked and tickled and teased and ate and drank and ate some more.

I wouldn't be able to handle it much longer.

My body tilted forward in a desperate attempt to escape but he wouldn't allow it. His grip tightened as he held me in place. 

I shuddered and tightened the muscles in my thighs around his face until that rare wave of ultimate bliss rose from my toes and exploded through every cell in my body. 

I panted and moaned as my body finally relaxed, melting further into him. My body felt heavy under the weight of release but Dallas didn't seem to mind. He held me up, licked me clean, placed kisses delicately across my opening from one thigh to the other.

After one last kiss goodbye, Dallas removed his head and readjusted to hover over me. He finally turned me over, allowing me to lie down on my back. 

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"There are no words."

He smiled. 

"Good."

There wasn't much time to rest. He started kissing my collarbone as his fingertips grazed my stomach. His hands moved down to my thigh as his lips moved up to my mouth.

He turned me onto my side and we lied there face to face, his hand now planted firmly on my ass. 

His eyes were deep and dark. I was lost instantly. In that moment I didn't care that he was married. I didn't care that his lovemaking was so powerful I was bound to fall for him, bound to get hurt. I just stared into his eyes and let it happen, welcomed any foreseen danger with an accepting smile. 

I moved closer to him. His hand moved up to my face, his fingers now running through my hair.  

Unable to resist, I closed my eyes and kissed him, long and hard. I was hungry to taste him. We had just been quite intimate but I needed to kiss him, to feel truly close to him. He reciprocated. 

His grip in my hair tightened slightly and he devoured me. He made me feel like the only woman on the planet, the only woman he could ever possibly want. Holding eachother's faces, we melted deeper into each other. We were hungry, the other the only possible food source. 

We turned and I was again on my back. He, finally, on top of me. I grabbed his back and pulled him lower. I needed to feel him, all of him.

Without breaking our rhythm or missing a beat, I felt his hardness enter me, finally. Our hips joined the dance our mouths already began. 

He moved deep within me and I dwelled in his presence, pleased with the pain. 

My mouth moved to his chest to his arms and back to his lips. 

I pulled his hair as he furthered his exploration inside of my body.  

Nothing in this world had ever felt better. 

His movements increased and I felt it coming again, the wave of pleasure. I tried to fight it, tried to slow down and resist it but again, he wouldn't let me. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and grabbed my hip with the other. He took control completely and I was powerless. 

My eyes closed and I let it happen. I had no choice. I was pinned to my bed not only by my lover's grip but by a blanket of pure ecstasy. 

I moaned and Dallas joined me. A two-man choir singing the most heavenly hymn.

The wave was back, this time rushing over the both of us. In perfect unison, our bodies exploded euphorically, then settled. 

He stayed inside of me. He stayed on top of me. I hoped he'd never leave. I knew he would. 

His head rested on my chest and I played with his hair in the silence. 

"Where did you come from?" he eventually asked.

"Clearly, I should be asking you that question."

"I've never...No one's ever made me act this way before," he said.

"I thought you had an open marriage."

"I do, we do. But, I've never just connected with anyone this quickly, not even my wife."

"Careful."

"You're right. I'm probably saying too much."

"Yeah, don't want to get a poor girl's hopes up."

"Is that what's happening?" he said, his eye contact returning to its usual intensity.

"I plead the fifth," I said with a coy smile.

"I like you."

"I'm afraid of you."

He kissed me. He kissed me long and hard and I prayed he'd never leave. 

 

 

My Married Neighbor: Part II

That damn superwoman complex got me again. I stood behind my car in the blazing July heat, both arms covered from elbows to wrists in sweltering plastic as I successfully loaded all of my grocery bags onto my arms, refusing to make multiple trips. I smiled at my brawn for a full three seconds before looking up and noticing my car's tailgate high in the sky, gleaming in the brazen sun. My right hand began to raise but stopped at my wrist. The left was the same. Loading the bags onto my arms was doable but lifting even one to close my trunk required the strength of ten men.

"Shit," I murmured in defeat. 

I looked around me and considered putting the bags on the ground but my stupid stubborn pride just wouldn't let me. Okay, a bit of pride mixed with a bit of laziness as I had no intentions of unloading all of these bags off of myself only to load them back on again after closing the truck.

"Shit." I murmured again. 

I was stuck. 

For half a second I lifted my foot in the air, delusionally believing I could possibly reach the top of the trunk with my toes and slam it shut. With my tennis shoe only half a foot off of the ground, I quickly realized what an idiotic idea that was.

That's when I heard the laughter. 

I swung around to find its source with all intentions to scold my mocker but when I saw his face all hope for speech was lost.

He was sweatier than I was under this sun. He wore black basketball shorts, blue running shoes and nothing else but a string of ear buds that rested around his neck. His sweaty, olive-colored skin called out to me with each reflective glisten in the sun. His hair was thick, a beautiful black and his face was almost as blinding as his body.

"Do you need some help?" he asked with an amused smile. 

"Excuse me?" 

"With your tailgate, I could get that for you."

"Oh, um..." I stuttered, completely lost for words. What was a tailgate? What was help? What were words? What?

"Here, let me."

Penetrating my bubble ever so slightly, he reached his hand in the air and closed the trunk with ease. My eyes stayed fixed on his pulsating bicep. 

A faint, "thanks," escaped my lips, or at least I think it did. It was hard to know anything for sure in this moment.

"Where are my manors?" he asked himself, "Let me take these bags for you."

One moment my arms carried the weight of the world and the next I felt as light and free as a bird.

"Lead the way?" he asked, with no regard for the fact that we were strangers and he was asking for directions to my townhouse, my home, where I live, where he should not be aware of because he's a complete stranger.

"Right this way," I responded without hesitation. 

Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I led him to my unit and thanked God I decided not to be lazy this morning and cleaned up. The air should still smell like the vanilla candle I was burning this morning too. 

We stepped inside and I was right, the room's aroma was warm and inviting. 

This sexy, half-dressed stranger walked straight into my kitchen and placed the grocery bags down on the table with ease. 

"This is the same one we have?"

"Same what?"

"My wife and I, this is the same layout of our townhouse."

"Oh," I replied, desperately attempting to mask my crushed soul. 

He didn't have a ring on. I guess a lot of people took those off while jogging. Damn, jogging!

"Don't do that," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"No need for your face to drop."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't mean to be so forward but, hell, maybe I do. You should know that my wife and I, we have an open marriage."

Instead of my face dropping, this latest revelation almost led to my eyes bulging out of my head and skipping out the room. I tried to keep my cool.

"Well, that's great for you and your wife and all but I, um, I..."

"Find me attractive?"

"Excuse me? I don't even know you!"

"My name is Dallas and you are?" he asked extending his right hand out to me.

I looked down at it hesitantly before offering up my own. 

"Claire, I'm Claire."

"It's very nice to meet you, Claire."

"Likewise, I suppose."

"Now that we know each other, may I be frank?"

"I get the feeling that's the only way you operate."

He smiled.

"I promise you, I'm not usually this brash but when I saw you outside, I knew I had to meet you."

I had to look away from him as the blood flooded my reddening cheeks. 

"Why is that?"

"You're beautiful, Claire, but you must know that."

"I do. I didn't know I was beautiful enough to make strangers want to cheat on their wives but I guess this information is good to know."

"It's open. It wouldn't be cheating."

"What exactly wouldn't be cheating?" I asked coyly, knowing exactly to what he was referring. 

This was wrong. This was all wrong. This man was probably a rapist and a killer and I'd just led him into my home freely! What was wrong with me?! This was wrong. But God, did it feel so right. It was like a fantasy. Granted, the men in my fantasies usually weren't married neighbors of mine but mphf, the way he looked at me. He had me powerless. Even if I did feel power in this moment, I'd hand it over to him willingly. God damn, what was happening?

"If I came back here," he started, answering my question while capturing my eye contact, refusing to let it go, "with your permission of course, and made love to you. That would not be cheating on my wife. That would be me making love to you. She wouldn't have a problem with that."

"How do I know that?"

"Would you like to ask her? You can. She's at home right now, not too far away."

"No, thank you."

"Well then, Claire, if you'd let me, I'd ask if I could come back here. I'd ask you to wait for me with all of your clothes off, seated on your bed, feet tucked under your behind, waiting for me to come find you and make love to you. We live in the same home, I'd find your bedroom easily."

"And...make love to me?"

"That's right."

"Not fuck? You wouldn't fuck me?" I asked.

"Would you like me to?"

I didn't know what to say. I liked being the one asking the questions. I was too afraid to admit how much I wanted all of this just yet. Maybe I'd wake up from this dream before having to. 

"I'm not sure."

"I don't want to fuck you. I want to come back here and make love to you."

"And if I were to allow this, when exactly would you come back here?"

"Tomorrow, at this exact time."

I looked over at the clock on the wall and made a mental note while his eyes remained steadfast on mine.  

"Alright," I whispered in silent terror. 

I had no idea what I was doing or saying or thinking or feeling.

"Alright?"

I nodded my head.

"You'll wait for me? Exactly as I asked you to?"

"I will," I said louder.

He was powerful and I wanted to match his energy as much as I could, whether I was believable or not, I couldn't know but figured I'd try. 

"I very much look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Claire."

"Likewise."

He took my hand, kissed it simply like a gentleman, a grand juxtaposition against the bold, dominant aggressor I'd just met. 

"Until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow."

And he was gone. 

 

My Married Neighbor: Part I

I sat on my bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Clad in nothing but a tiny black thong, my body was completely shaved and I was ready. I would have been nervous if I wasn't so ready, ready for him to leave his wife alone in their home and walk down the street to mine, ready for him to join me, ready for him to punish me like I knew he would after just one look, just one conversation. It was inscribed in his eyes. He was a man who took what he wanted. He was a man that could hear your heart beating through your chest and knew how to calm you with just one touch. He could fulfill each one of your needs then surpass expectations with glories you never knew existed. 

My hair whispered against my cheek. The scent of my mango shampoo lingered down the hallway from the bathroom, into my room. I hoped he'd like it. I knew he wouldn't say. 

He was scheduled to be here in exactly three minutes. An eternity. I sat completely erect, my feet tucked under my ass in the middle of my pristinely made bed. This is where he told me to wait. This is how he told me to wait. I followed his orders and I waited. 

Images of him rushed through my mind. His strong hands, his rippling muscles, those eyes, that smile, his thick head of black hair. I wanted every part in front of me now. I wanted him to touch me, to overtake me without saying a word. Words were far from needed. His tongue would serve other purposes today. My lips parted in longing anticipation as my eyes drooped shut. I pictured him on top of me, inside of me. In my mind he was aggressive and demanding, confident and calculated. He was a smart lover, a successful lover.

Two minutes. Two minutes and he'd be all mine. 

I would be nervous if I wasn't so ready.