I am 45 years old and have spent the past 12 years with my wife. However, recently, due to the busyness of work, our lives have become more distant, and we have had less time for conversation and shared moments. Our sex life has also been waning, one of the reasons being my promotion to area leader, making my work extremely busy. On the other hand, my wife returned to work as a nurse three years ago, and her irregular work schedule made it difficult for us to align our time together.
Despite this, our relationship is not bad; in fact, we maintain a mutual respect for each other’s presence. Our meeting dates back 15 years. At that time, I was hospitalized for an internal illness, and I met my wife, who was a novice nurse there.
Three years ago, when my wife returned to work, we moved to a place convenient for commuting. We live on the 5th floor of a newly built 7-story apartment with a view of the coastline. A year ago, new residents moved into the apartment next door. The neighbors were a young couple, and particularly the wife boasted a slender and outstanding figure. I often saw her hanging laundry on the balcony or tending to plants, and I was secretly captivated by her.
I decided to capture her enchanting figure with my camera. I took photos of moments when her chest peeked out while she was tending to plants in a neat sleeveless dress or when her panties were visible as she bent down, secretly collecting them.
One holiday, I was hanging laundry on the balcony. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a woman’s underwear flew from the next-door balcony onto mine. A red lace half-cup bra and matching thong fell onto my balcony, and in that moment, I felt a long-forgotten excitement.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and when I opened it, the neighbor’s wife stood there. She was wearing a white blouse and a light pink tight skirt, and I was captivated by her youthful appearance and style. She shyly entered my room to retrieve the blown-away underwear.
“My laundry flew away with the wind… I’m sorry. I think it fell on your balcony…” she said. I guided her to the balcony and handed her the red lace underwear.
She hesitated a little but responded to my conversation. “It’s embarrassing to have this kind of underwear seen…” she said, but her eyes seemed to have a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
“Is this underwear your husband’s taste?” I asked. She smiled slightly and said, “It’s my taste. I haven’t shown it to my husband much…” Her words excited me further.
“In fact, I have been missing time with my wife lately…” I confessed. “We are both feeling lonely…” she empathized. Gradually, we opened up to each other and started talking about our desires.
“Can you show me what underwear you are wearing today?” I boldly asked. She hesitated but began unbuttoning her blouse. A light purple bra and thong were revealed, and I gasped at her perfect proportions.
“Today, I want to make your body mine,” I said as I led her to the sofa. She obediently followed my lead, and we passionately embraced, unleashing our desires. That day, we sought each other repeatedly, forgetting about time.
I undressed her blouse, caressing her beautiful body. She responded immediately, her body becoming sensitive to my touch. My hand slipped into her bra, gently stroking her hardened nipples, while my other hand lifted her skirt.
She hesitated for a moment but gradually yielded to my movements, breathing heavily. I laid her on the sofa and slowly removed her skirt. I moved her light purple thong aside and began to pleasure her sensitive area with my mouth.
She stifled her voice but soon began to moan, pulling my head closer. My tongue explored her insides, and her body trembled with pleasure. Feeling the moment of her peak, I continued to satisfy her desires.
Next, she undid my belt and removed my shirt. Her hands caressed my body, and her lips touched my chest, gradually moving downward. She gently began to perform fellatio, her hands on my lower abdomen.
The pleasure I felt in her mouth made me moan as I continued to stroke her hair. As her movements became more intense, my body reacted, and she quickened her pace.
Then, I laid her back on the sofa and entered her. Holding her in the missionary position, I started moving slowly. Her body responded, and we heightened each other’s pleasure. Her voice grew louder as her body trembled with my movements.
Next, I guided her into the cowgirl position. She straddled me and began moving rhythmically. We felt each other’s bodies, clashing with desire. Holding her as she reached her peak, I continued to embrace her.
That day, we sought each other repeatedly, forgetting about time. I drew out the eroticism hidden deep within her heart, and our relationship grew deeper. Her body was passionate, and we sought each other so intensely that we lost track of time.
Since that day, our relationship became increasingly close. The neighbor’s wife enjoyed our time together without hiding her desires. She started visiting my house even when my wife was around. She enjoyed our secret, and I found deep satisfaction in our relationship.
One Sunday afternoon, while my wife was out working, the neighbor’s wife came over. Her husband was in the next room, but we ignored that and sought each other passionately. She arrived in a light beige coat, seemingly wearing nothing underneath. Her provocative eyes shook my heart.
“Let’s make today special,” she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. I led her to the living room and sat her on the sofa. When her lips touched my neck, I felt an electric sensation run through my body.
“Show me how much you want me,” she whispered. I slowly unbuttoned her coat, revealing her beautiful body. Her skin was smooth, and she moaned sweetly with every touch.
Caressing her body, I kissed her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and I felt the pleasure intensify in my mouth. Her hand gripped my hair, pulling me deeper.
“I want to feel all of you,” she said. I laid her on the sofa, spreading her legs. My tongue touched her most sensitive part, and her whole body trembled. Her moans echoed throughout the room, exciting me further.
“Deeper, more,” she cried. I entered her, moving slowly. Our bodies responded, becoming one as we sought pleasure. Her body trembled, and we reached our climax together.
She intentionally raised her voice, letting her moans be heard by her husband in the next room. “Can he hear…?” she panted. “Make me feel more… let him know…”
Even with her husband in the next room, we continued seeking each other passionately, unconcerned about the fact. Her voice echoed through the rooms, and we continued to crave each other’s bodies.
Her sense of betrayal deepened, feeling the forbidden pleasure she couldn’t resist. While being true to her desires, she relished the tension and excitement that came from making her husband aware. Deep within, a whirlwind of tension and excitement swirled from her actions.