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NEIGHBOR’S WIFE WET SECRET 1

Penulis: D.L.P
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-17 18:45:27

💦Poolside Filthy Temptation💦

“Felix, what the hell are you doing in my backyard at midnight?”

I stood on the edge of the pool in nothing but a thin white tank top and panties, heart pounding as the tall, muscular Latino trainer from next door stepped out of the shadows. The power had gone out across the whole neighborhood twenty minutes ago, leaving everything pitch black except for the moonlight on the water.

Felix Rivera flashed that cocky smile, shirt already off, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Your husband’s away again, Vanessa. Saw you out here alone, so I figured you might want some company… and I couldn’t sleep with all this heat.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, but my nipples were already hard and poking against the thin fabric.

“Company? Or are you trying to fuck the bored housewife next door?”

He laughed low and stepped closer, eyes roaming over my body without shame. “Straight to the point tonight, huh? Good. Because I’ve been watching you for months, Mrs. Hale. That tight ass in yoga pants every morning. Those tits bouncing when you walk. You’ve been teasing me without even trying.”

The air felt thick and sticky. No AC. No lights. Just the soft lapping of the pool water and the distant hum of generators. I should have told him to leave. Instead, I dropped my arms.

“It’s too damn hot,” I said, voice breathy. “I came out here to cool off. Not to get fucked by my neighbor.”

Felix kicked off his sweatpants. No underwear. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already half-hard. Thick. Dark with a pink cap. My pussy clenched at the sight.

“Then let’s cool off together.”

He dove into the pool without waiting. When he came up, water streamed down his ripped chest and abs. “Come in, Vanessa. Or are you scared your rich husband might somehow find out?”

“Fuck you,” I shot back, but I was already pulling the tank top over my head. My heavy tits spilled out, nipples tight from the night air. I slid my panties down and stepped into the water.

The second I was waist-deep, Felix moved. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. His hard cock pressed right against my stomach.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered against my ear, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “Tell me you haven’t touched that married pussy thinking about me.”

I moaned softly as his fingers dug into my flesh. “I… I have a husband.”

“Yeah? Where the fuck is he right now?” Felix kissed my neck, biting lightly. “Not here. Not keeping you satisfied. But I will.”

His hand moved between my legs underwater. Two thick fingers rubbed my pussy lips, parting them. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders.

“Felix… shit…”

“You’re already wetter than the pool,” he growled, pushing one finger inside me. “So fucking tight. How long has it been since somebody properly fucked this pussy?”

“Too long,” I admitted, hips rocking against his hand. “God, that feels good. Deeper.”

He added a second finger and curled them, stroking that spot inside me that made my knees weak. The water splashed around us as I rode his hand. My tits pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing with every movement.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, thumb finding my clit. “You like your neighbor finger-fucking you in your own pool while your husband is probably balls deep in some secretary?”

“Shut up,” I moaned, but the dirty words made me clench harder around his fingers. “Just make me cum, Felix. Please.”

He kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth as he pumped his fingers faster. The water made everything slippery and loud. I could hear how wet I was even underwater. My moans got louder. I didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard.

“Right there… fuck, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Felix bit my bottom lip. “Cum on my fingers, Vanessa. Let me feel this married pussy squeeze.”

My orgasm hit hard. I cried out into his mouth, body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled through me. My pussy kept vibrating around his fingers again and again while he kept stroking me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His thick cock nudged against my entrance.

“Wait,” I breathed. “We shouldn’t… not here…”

“Too late for that.” He thrust up, sliding half his cock inside me in one push. We both groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight. So much tighter than I imagined.”

I dug my nails into his back as he pushed the rest of his cock inside me. “You’re so big… shit, Felix. You’re stretching me.”

He started fucking me right there in the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Strong hands gripping my ass, bouncing me on his cock. My tits bounced against his chest. I kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth with every deep stroke.

“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for months.”

Felix growled and slammed into me faster. “This is what you needed? A real man’s dick? Not that limp shit your husband gives you?”

“Yes… God yes. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum again.”

He pounded me harder, the head of his cock hitting deep every time. The risk of getting caught, the water, his dirty words… everything pushed me closer to the edge.

Then the backyard lights suddenly flickered back on. The whole pool area lit up bright. I froze on his cock, eyes wide.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. “The power’s back.”

Felix didn’t pull out. If anything, he ground deeper, smirking. “Then they can see how pretty you look with your neighbor’s dick inside you.”

My husband’s security camera light blinked on at the back of the house, the red dot staring right at us.

“Felix… the camera,” I gasped, but my pussy clenched around him anyway.

He looked over at it, then back at me, still buried balls deep.

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