I am fucking my neighbor.

Here’s the long overdue post about The Neighbor.

The first time we fucked I was drunk.  And then thrilled at how good he was in the sack.

The second time we fucked I was less drunk.  And even more thrilled at how good he was between my legs.

The 3rd through 13th times we’ve fucked I’ve been sober for the majority and increasingly ecstatic at this man’s innate abilities in bed.  He’s short and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and devilishly horny. He’s my secret lover who lives next door.  I am his 7th partner ever.  I think he might be my 47th (57th?).

He likes to be in a position where he is much taller than me, when, in reality, he’s only 5’8″ or 9″.  He catches me in a chair, on the floor, on the couch.  He likes to lean over me and look into my eyes and grin like a Cheshire cat.  I let him.  Then, sometimes, I like to wear my heels and we are eye to eye.  There’s something oddly thrilling to be overpowered by someone of similar build; his compactness is powerful and sexy.  I’ve never looked at a shorter man with such sexual admiration before.

His kisses are searing and his cock is curved in such a way that he strokes my g-spot.  I’ve taught him how to find it.  He’d never noticed the difference before.  Then one night when he started hitting it I made him stop.  I asked him if he could feel the difference and asked him to stroke me a couple of times (I whimpered with each thrust uncontrollably).  Then I had him move and thrust again.  “Yes!” he exclaimed breathlessly and starting to pump again.  “I can feel it!”  And then he made me cry and laugh into my pillow as he pounded my helpless cunt.

He’s inadvertently met all of my friends and even my kid.  Living next door makes these introductions natural and easy.  He comes over to play Scrabble a few times a week.  Sometimes he stays and fucks me, sometimes he goes home.  I told him that part of this arrangement meant that I wanted a dinner out from time to time.  He agreed and took me to my favorite restaurant in town.  It was fun taking the show on the road.  We flirted all night then he fucked me senseless sideways on his king-sized bed (nothing like sex on a soccer field, right?).

It hasn’t been all roses dating a man 9 years my junior.  He tends to say things without thinking and I have to point them out to him.  One thing I can say about him is that he listens and he’s thoughtful.  He is sweet.

I am also the only woman on the planet to have ever sucked him off.  A few times now.  For some reason it makes me feel good to know that I’ll never be forgotten for that reason alone (and it’s a much better reason than why Jake will never forget me – hahaha).  His cock fills two of my hands and then some.  It’s thick and his balls are just enough to over-stuff my  mouth.  Only I have ever tasted his seed and I find it adds to his charm; he’s never had to consider what he eats in a sexual way before and laughs when I recommend pineapple.

When I think of him I get excited.  It’s becoming a Pavlovian response almost.  The Neighbor = sexual delights.  He’s made me cry during sex multiple times; gasp laughing with my mascara smeared on my white sheets; create puddles beneath us on multiple surfaces.  He’s helped me to achieve a g-spot orgasm with the aid of my vibrator that rocked me for nearly twice as long as a typical orgasm.  It split me wide open and made me cry.  In a way, he split me wide open and made me cry.

We’ve discussed group sex and whatnot, but he’s mid-western, remember (haha)?  He’s straight-straight and doesn’t even want to see me with another man let alone be touched by one.  He’s up for an FFM, but it’d be up to me to find the other woman and frankly, I’m not all that interested.

Like I mentioned before, I’ve taken this first step with him and neither of us really know what we’re doing.  He’s not interested in dating anyone with a kid.  I’m not interested in dating anyone who doesn’t want to date a mother.  So, I guess I’ll just keep letting him fuck the bejeezus out of me; keep helping to learn my body; continue to learn his.  And maybe he can keep setting the bar for excellent lovemaking in my life while simultaneously knowing the rest of me, too.  An honor no other man has gotten before and a reminder to me that I am a pretty terrific catch on all counts.

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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12 thoughts on “I am fucking my neighbor.
  1. I just love this post. What I want to know is if I can be part of the neighborhood watch program in your area? It does seem like you two have a good thing going. You are having your needs met, he is learning a thing or two and you are both open about where you are relationship-wise; no strings.

  2. Hmm, my first thought is I don’t think I have a G-spot. Damn!

    Second would be, fun + one has consequences that last waaaaay past the fucking part and it is risky. I mean what if you start to feel like he is more interested in fucking the other person, or as we used to say, three people don’t fit on the sidewalk.

    Also wish you the best, things could go in the very awkward direction with this, but you have to take chances in life. If it feels good, then why not? I mean that is what life is all about right? Feeling good.

  3. This sounds like a true FWB situation. You might as well live it up and make him learn the ins and outs of your body. I’m always up for exploiting situations ;)

    1. I’m not sure how to answer that, except to say I know how to work what I’ve got. I’m not perfect, or even in shape. I could give a litany of things I’d like different, but I suspend all my insecurities and act like the sex bomb they want me to be. And voila! Magic happens.

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