Fucking the neighbor
written by:
cptn_average

I had been divorced for about three years when I decided to take an opportunity within my company and move across country for a new beginning. I was able to find a modest home in a suburban cul-de-sac and my life was looking like it was going to get back on track. Just after I moved in, the house next to me went up for sale and Sara and Mike moved in. We were all about the same age and started hanging out at one or another's house or about town.

Everything was going good when things between Sara and Mike began to slowly change. They never said anything, and I didn't ask, but as someone who went through a divorce I could tell what was brewing. It started when Mike would spend an ever increasing amount of time on the road, up to six weeks at a time. He'd be home for as little as a week before heading out again. When he was home, he seemed distant and cold with everyone, especially Sara. She would become extremely agitated the day or two before he'd come back and then again for a day or two after Mike left. I couldn't imagine the amount of stress building in each of them.

Things took interesting turn one Saturday afternoon as I was finishing up working in the yard. Sara was returning home finishing errands and we exchanged the normal neighborly greeting in passing as she took the first load of bags into her house. The tone of her voice and how she walked didn't seem right, like something was getting to her and she was starting to crack. Sara came back out for the second load and I couldn't help it. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked her genuinely concerned for her well-being.

She pauses, caught off guard, not sure how to respond, "Yeah. I'm fine." Shaking her head not too convincingly. "Sorry, Mike's gone for one of his six week work trips and this time it could be longer. I just wish he'd spend more time at home like before. It gets lonely sometimes." She tries to catch herself before she really cracks and starts crying. "Shit. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bother you like that.

I could only smile and chuckle trying to calm her down, "Don't worry about it. We've known each other for a few years now. And to be honest it's been quite some time for me since the divorce, I know what you mean." Trying to change the subject, "Hey, why don't you come over tonight for a little cook out."

"Sure. That sounds like a great idea." As she finally shows a hint of a smile. "Should I bring anything?"

"Nope. Just a smile."

Sara flashes me an overly forced smile for a second. I reach out and touch her shoulder. Her body tightens initially before quickly melting. We stand there for a few minutes as a kind of awkward tension grew between us. It wasn't sexual, but very close before we make excuses to leave.

I wrap up the yard work as fast as I can. Then I tidy up the house before managing a trip to the store, a quick shower, and even a short nap all before dinner with Sara. I'm starting on making the dressing when she knocks on the door and follows me back to the kitchen. After offering Sara something to drink, I open a bottle of red wine for us. "Steak, mushrooms, and a salad ok for dinner?" I ask.

"That sounds like a fantastic meal." Taking a sip of her wine. "Should go well with this amazing wine. Can I help with anything?"

"Sure. Want to start on the mushrooms?"

Sara cleans and cuts up the mushrooms as I finish getting the salad ready and fire up the grill. While we're making dinner, the two of us chat about random things and turns out we've got quite a bit in common. The drinking, talking, and even laughing continues through dinner. It doesn't hurt that we finished one bottle and started on the second one. Sara was finally relaxing. "Can I ask you something?" She starts. "Why did you get divorced? If it's not too personal."

"It's not anymore. It got to a point where we were in different places and headed in opposite directions. Every argument and disagreement took on an edge that began to build over time until we agreed it wasn't working anymore and got a divorce." I respond solemnly.

Sara quickly stutters an apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. That must've been difficult."

"That's putting it mildly." Is my honest answer. "Just think about all the excitement, happiness, anticipation, and build up of getting married. All the highs it brings you and flip it around and go that low. That's divorce when it goes well. Which it rarely does."

Sara makes a face of disbelief mixed with horror and sadness. "Now it's my turn to apologize. I didn't mean to bring you down."

"You didn't, just felt like I was being told the next chapter in my life." Sara looks at me, smiles, takes a sip of wine before continuing. "The house and bed are empty now, but at least I know Mike will come home eventually and I'll be able to sleep and wake up next to him.

I nod my head in agreement, "That was hardest part at first, and having an empty bed doesn't get easier. And then there's the lack of sex."

"I don't know. I'm willing to bet we're even in that department." She quips in mock laughter.

I'm not quite sure what to say to that. My mind responds that Mike's an asshole and quickly followed by we should help each other and break the dry spell. Sara shakes her head and shifts the conversation towards more boring things like cleaning up.

I follow her lead and let the topic go while we clean up from dinner. With that done along with the second bottle of wine. We go sit outside in the now cool air. The sexual tension from earlier returns in our drunken silence. After several minutes Sara breaks the quiet, still gazing up at the sky. "You know Jack, at one point in our relationship when Mike and I would walk back to our house; and we D be practically naked by the middle of the yard. Once inside the house the two of us would have wild and crazy sex. And instead tonight he's in some hotel room halfway across the country doing who knows what while I'm still enjoying the night with you." She pauses for a moment. "Only I'm going to walk into an empty house, still probably naked, before grabbing my favorite toy and pleasuring myself to an orgasm and finally falling asleep." Finally looking at me, "That is my normal, unfortunately."

Hearing her talking about wild and crazy sex and then masturbating has me thankful is dark outside and hopefully Sara can't see the bulge in my shorts. Her eyes catch mine in the moonlight. I start to say something, but she cuts me off. "No, no sex. I'm not sure I'd have the willpower to say no if that was an option. But maybe the next best thing."

I look at her questioningly, caught off guard and not sure where this is going. Sure, it's clear where the narrative in my head wants it to end up, but I never thought it actually happen leaving me frustrated and jacking off to what could have been.

"I see that look, and we're both grown adults. If we're going to masturbate alone fantasizing about something more, why don't we at least do it in front of each other."

"You mean."

"Yes. I bring myself while you watch and then I watch as you cum. All separated by a few feet.

I pause for a second collecting myself. "Sara, I'd love to do that. I don't want to ruin our friendship and I definitely don't want you to anything that may jeopardize your marriage."

She looks at me, disappointed and conflicted. "You're probably right. I should go home before I do anything I might regret. Thank you for dinner and the wonderful evening. I needed it."

"You're welcome."

She gives me a hug before walking home. While I go inside, jack off to what I picture Sara's naked body to look like before collapsing. Sara does the same thing in her own bed.

We see each other over the course of the next few days and everything is normal, neither one mentioning the previous Saturday night. Two weeks go by and Sara wants to repay the favor and have me over for dinner later that day. I told her yes, not that I didn't want to spend more time alone with her. It's just my mind was spinning in all sorts of directions on what might happen.

I walk over to her house a few hours later and we enjoy an amazing chicken and pasta dish. Even though we polished off a bottle and a half of wine between dinner and cleaning up, somehow neither one of us brought up the last time. I was happy at how relaxed and comfortable Sara was acting.

Filling our glasses full with the last of the second bottle, Sara and I sat out on her patio enjoying the company. It was only then that I started to feel the sexual tension between us. And yet we still were talking innocently. At least until Sara takes the last sip of wine putting her empty glass on the table.

She looks at me and suddenly the air is thick with tension. "All I've been thinking about the past two weeks is putting on a show." She declares. "I want to watch you jack off and I want you to see me rub one out."

My jaw practically hit the floor. I was not expecting her to say that. To be honest, a part of me was hoping she would but I didn't think she'd bring it up, let alone with enough conviction to want to go through with it. "Are you sure?" I ask simply.

"Yes." Her voice husky as she became turned on.

"Ok. Let's do it. Women first."

By now it's starting to get dark and difficult to see. Sara disappears inside and returns a few moments later carrying a lit candle in each hand along with a small bottle of lube. She sets one on the patio table and the other on an end table. "There. That's better."

Before she sits down, Sara slowly removes her shorts and panties. Gazing at me, she spreads her legs wide, puts a few drops of lube onto her pussy, and begins to gently finger herself. At first it's sliding several fingers along her honeypot. Pressing deeper with every few passes until she slips two fingers inside her pussy. Her other hand first grabs a handful of breast before sliding down her stomach and focusing on her clit. That hand alternates between small circles around and across the hardened nub. In the candle light I could see her hips start to lift off the chair as Sara gets more and more into her performance.

She builds herself up towards an orgasm before slowing the pace down and enjoying riding the wave. After several cycles Sara actually stops, pulling her hands away from her body. She opens her eyes, smiles at me. Her smile gets bigger when Sara notices the big bulge in my pants. I simply nod my head and Sara's hands dive in and furiously begin to push herself over the edge. In moments her whole body is shaking, her breathing gets ragged as two fingers plunge in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Moments later Sara tries stifles a scream as the first of several orgasms explode through her body. After several long, quiet moments Sara opens her eyes and sheepishly grins at me. "That was wild. Your turn."

Wordlessly I stand up and remove my shorts and boxers freeing my hard cock. I grab the bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount in my hand before wrapping it around the shaft. Slowly I pump my hand along the length of the shaft, swirling around the purple head with each pass. My other hand cups my balls, massaging them with my fingers as my stroking speeds up. Wanting it to last, as the speed increased, the pressure of my hand decreased. Suddenly I stopped stroking, held my hand against the base and squeezed hard for a few heartbeats, making sure I'd last longer. Back under control I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger on my right hand and slid that along my shaft. The gentle touch is driving me crazy and I'm not sure how long I can last.

Once again I switch things up and put my hands together palm to palm with my twitching cock in the middle. As I start stroking, I can feel my toes starting to curl and legs quiver. I'm continuously alternating speed and pressure, trying to make sure I give Sara the best show possible. I glance in her direction and from the lust in her eyes I don't have anything to worry about.

By now I'm really getting into it and change it up once again. I start to massage my balls for a few seconds before I grab and pull them away from my body while I rub and rotate the palm of my other hand focusing on the head. I keep stroking myself like this as long as I can stand and then go another few seconds before squeezing the base of my cock again.

I glance at Sara again and smile. She returns my smile and nods her head. With that signal I wrap my hand around my dick and start pumping as fast as I can for a few strokes before focusing on the underside behind the head. I close my eyes and lean my head back as my cock explodes, shooting several jets of cum straight into the air. The first two land on the deck itself, the rest cover my hand. Opening my eyes, they lock onto Sara's gaze, both hesitating for a second; wanting what could happen next to come to fruition, but unsure if we are ready for it.

Sara breaks the tension by disappearing inside for a moment and returning with some napkins for me to clean up my mess. Thankful, I quickly clean up my seed. The only sounds are the background noises of the night.

Finally presentable, the evidence of my deeds wadded up in several napkins, Sara and I reach a silent agreement. I need to leave now, or else we will take the next step, our mutual orgasms only heightening the sexual tension and desire instead of quelling it. We both stand up still naked below the waist, exchange a long and gentle hug before collecting my clothing, and walking home. I collapse in bed, my dreams filled with sexual escapades of Sara and myself.

What I didn't know is that Sara stripped naked upon entering her house and went straight for her favorite toy. Sara gave herself several more orgasms before having her own set of sex-filled dreams.

Once again, Sara and I run into each other after our second encounter and oddly enough everything seems normal. Neither of us mention what we saw and more importantly what we felt at the time or what we wanted to do after the show. We go another two weeks chit-chatting and making small talk when Sara drops another proverbial bomb. Mike called her last night, he is needed to stay another two weeks before coming home. Being the friend and gentleman, "You ok? I'm here anytime you want to talk."

"Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it." She responds, smiling. "But a few of my girlfriends are taking me out Friday night for some drinks and fun."

"Have fun."

That exchange was midweek. All my mind could focus on is wishing I was the one she was getting drunk and going home with. Thankfully I was going to go out with the guys myself the same night.

Friday night comes and the guys are in full effect. The beer and bullshitting is flowing freely. It helps that there are several groups of beautiful women that are ripe to be picked up. I have just enough alcohol in my system to go through with it too. Taking a drink of my beer, glance at my phone before slipping it my pocket, and start to stand up to make the first move.

That's when I got a message from Sara. 'Are you enjoying the guys night?' 'I am. Having fun with the girls?' I ask Sara. 'Definitely. I needed this.' 'Glad you're having fun.' 'Thanks.'

And that exchange made it impossible to look at another woman without thinking of Sara. Which isn't a bad thing, just inconvenient at this time. So instead I turn into a wingman and help out some of the other single guys.

Eventually I headed for home drunk and horny, and unfortunately alone. I turned on a light to grab a glass of water before heading upstairs to collapse. I strip off my clothes and fall into bed. Then I realize I forgot to turn the light off. Walking back downstairs I catch a glimpse of Sara standing at the backdoor.

I open the door and she stumbles in wearing panties and a t-shirt, and just as drunk as I am. She falls into my waiting arms and we start kissing. Our hands roaming, grabbing at each other's body. I press her up against the wall as she pulls me closer, riding against my leg.

Pulling Sara away from the wall, I grab her hand and lead her upstairs. Once in the bedroom I spin Sara around for a quick kiss before she takes her t-shirt off exposing her naked breasts. Another kiss on each breast as I drop to my knees and slide her panties to the floor. Sara helps me out sitting on my bed and spreading her legs. Taking the invitation I start to lick along her soaking wet pussy.

Each pass of my tongue presses deeper into her honeypot as Sara's body starts to buck and gyrate hoping I'd hit that favorite spot. After a few moments I could tell she was into it. I began to focus on her clit pushing Sara towards a powerful orgasm. Several different thoughts were running through my head, whether to slow it down and tease her or make it quick. What didn't enter my mind is that we might be ending her marriage. That didn't matter to either one of us tonight. Sara let out a scream and that somehow settled it for me. I hoped I'd have another chance to spoil her, right now I needed to bring her.

While I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the hardened nub, I pressed my finger against her pussy. Sara's hips lifted off the bed as that contact sent her over the edge and screamed as an orgasm filled her body.

I didn't waste any time and slammed my hard cock into her spasming cunt. Sara wrapped her legs around my ass pulling me deeper into her, while still trying to thrust upwards into me. Sara and I fucked like the sweaty animals we wanted to be that moment. Our gasps for breath and intelligible moans filled the room. After the first extremely intense thrusts, I held myself deep inside Sara, filling her up as much as I can.

Our eyes lock briefly before she manages to get out, "I want to ride you."

There's no way I was going to deny Sara That request, so I quickly scrambled onto my back as she straddled my cock and settled onto it. The next few minutes was all about Sarah enjoying what it was to have a dick inside her and be in control. From the look on her face she was enjoying it. Sara would shift her hips and body trying to rub every part of her against me working towards another orgasm. I was along for the ride, literally. At times Sara would lean forward for enough for me to lift my head up and take a breast into my mouth.

With that out of her system Sara settled down and began to ride me fast and hard. Slamming herself along the shaft against my body hungrily in search of another release. My cock starts twitching as I feel the pussy walls begin to milk my cock. Now it's my turn to start lifting my hips off the bed, thrusting upwards.

She throws her head back letting out an orgasmic scream as her entire body spasms from the release. Seeing and feeling that against my cock pushes me over the edge and I come for the second time sending her through a few more orgasms.

As her strength leaves her body, Sara slumps forward on top of me. I wrap my arms around her body in a gentle embrace. Once she comes back under control, Sara rolls off me and we fall asleep drained.

Sara and I wake up late still entwined. She turns around, gives me a gentle kiss. We lay there for a few more moments just enjoying the warmth of a body next to ours. She awkwardly breaks the silence, I, um, I should probably get going."

"Um, yeah, we should probably get up."

We get out of bed, I toss on a shirt and shorts as Sara starts to get dressed and laughs. "I may need some help." She declares, showing off her pink and yellow striped panties.

I start laughing as well, "Here you go. This should get you home." As I toss her a spare pair of shorts.

They don't fit the best, but good enough for a short walk. I walk her to the backdoor and we hug briefly before she heads home.

I finish getting dressed and after a quick breakfast head out to take care of the yard work. Sara and I didn't cross paths at all that day. Either we just kept missing each other, or she was regretting her decision and avoiding me. Part of me knew we needed to talk at some point, but she also had to be ready to talk.

Since I didn't see Sara, I decided to go out again with the guys. I figured going out with them would help me clear my head. Things were going good, I had had a few beers and loosening up when I got a text from Sara. 'R u home?' 'No. Out with the guys. U?' 'Home. Drinking. Horny. Fuck me. Now' 'I'm coming.' Her last response was a smiley face.

That settles where Sara is at with what is happening, at least for now. I finish the last of my drink, settle up the tab and drive home. The closer I got to home, the harder my dick became in anticipation of fucking Sara. I pull into the garage, walk through my house and out the backdoor towards Sara's house.

The lights are out as I walk up to her house. Stepping up to the door, Sara opens it up and lets me in, waiting for me stark naked. No sooner as I cross through the doorway she grabs my head pulling me into a crushing kiss. Her tongue driving into my mouth. It takes me a second for me body to kick into gear, but I start kissing her just as aggressively as Sara. I feel her hands fumbling to get my shorts and boxers to the floor. After two attempts she succeeds and dropping to the floor hungrily attacks my cock. All I can do is hang on as she bobs, licks, and sucks along the entire length. I take a second to take my shirt off.

Our eyes lock as Sara changes things up and starts going as slow as she can, teasing me to no end. She keeps that up for what seems like forever, but was really five or ten minutes at most. She pulls away from my cock just enough to talk, her hand still slowly sliding along the length, as she whispers huskily, "Fuck. Bend me over something. Fill me. Use me."

Sara doesn't wait for me to answer as she slowly stands up, takes my hand and leads me over to a couch. She leans over the arm, pushing her ass towards me. I gently grab her hips as I slide my hard cock into her wet pussy. My balls barely touch her flesh before I pull out and slam into Sara again. Sara starts pushing back into me right away, trying to drive my dick deeper inside her. Taking her cue, I pick up the pace and force of my thrusts. We're both grunting and groaning with the effort. I try and slow down a little so I can reach around to finger Sara's clit. However, as soon as I start, she screams to just fuck me and I wasn't about to ignore her instructions.

After several minutes of vigorous fucking Sara's body goes begins to spasm in earnest and then goes completely rigid before a powerful orgasm rips through her body. I feel Sara's pussy grabbing my cock trying to milk it dry. Once she begins to orgasm I try and pound her cunt even harder pushing myself towards release. Thankfully for me it didn't take long before I felt the familiar tightening before my cock erupted filling Sara's cunt with jet after jet of cum.

My orgasm triggered another round of orgasms and aftershocks through Sara's body. As our bodies calm down, Sara collapses on the couch, exhausted from the fun. I lean forward and gently plant kisses along her shoulders and nape of her neck.

It takes quite some time before both of us are recovered enough to move. Sarah starts by lifting herself up off the couch and turning around to stand up facing me. We kiss briefly and tenderly. She grabs my hand and begins to lead me toward her bedroom. Once we get to the threshold, however, Sara gets cold feet and instead walks us to a spare bedroom. Only then do we collapse in a pile.

We wake up late the next morning. Sara and I get dressed and she walks me to the backdoor of her house. After a warm embrace and passionate kiss, I walk back home.

Sara and I ran into each other after that night, but neither one brought it up. Eventually Mike comes home from work for a week or two before leaving again. From then on, whenever Mike is gone, Sara and I would play.