My Alluring Neighbor

My name was Toby Jensen. I was 35, and I worked as a mechanic at an auto shop. When I got home that night, all I wanted was some intimacy with my wife, Rebecca Taylor.However, she kicked me out of the bedroom again, claiming the smell of gasoline on me made her sick.That made 12 rejections in six months. Staring at the closed door, I let out a heavy sigh.Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff.Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat.Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson.Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first.Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.I remembered one time in the elevator when she leaned over to pick somethin

Those same hands that had been busy between Demi's legs were now wandering all over my body.They were soft, slick, and still slightly damp. Realizing exactly what that moisture was sent a surge of heat through me that incinerated the last of my self-control.Like a starving wolf, I stripped her dress off in one frantic motion and buried my face against her chest, losing myself in her."Um… Ow, ow… Don't bite… They're all yours. No one's taking them from you."Demi's sharp cry of pain snapped me back to reality. I quickly let go, murmuring an apology."No… Don't apologize. Just no teeth. I actually like it rough."With that, she urged me to keep going, even taking my hand and guiding it downward.The moment I felt how wet she was, my head started spinning. My body was screaming at me to just go for it.Then, Rebecca's face flashed through my mind. She was right there, just one wall away, probably asleep.We'd been married for eight years. Sure, she looked down on me sometimes,

I stared at the Post-it note for a long time. My first instinct was to toss it, but memories of last night flashed through my mind, and I found myself typing the number into my phone as if possessed.When it came to the contact name, I hesitated, then simply saved it as "Customer Service". After washing the container and putting it away, I headed out to work.At noon, I received a call from Kellan Garrett, the village secretary back home. He told me someone was interested in buying my ancestral home and was offering a very generous price.I was stunned.For the past few years, there had been rumors that the government was going to seize the land for redevelopment. The villagers had all scrambled to fix up their crumbling houses, adding extra floors in hopes of a bigger payout.Yet, three years later, there was still no sign of a demolition crew.But for me, it wasn't about the money. That house was my family's legacy.Before my parents passed, they'd told me a thousand times not

I asked Demi again, "What do you mean?"She let out a chuckle and replied coldly, "Don't tell me you haven't noticed something is off with your wife. A day or two is one thing. You could lie to yourself for a month or two. But it's been over a year. Are you really telling me you haven't sensed a thing?"Of course, I had. I just didn't dare to follow that train of thought. I was terrified of my life being upended.I'd convinced myself that Rebecca was just enjoying a bit of novelty and would eventually come back to me.The world was a restless place, full of distractions and temptations. Everyone would have a moment of weakness.Even my own resolve had wavered the moment I met Demi.Sensing my urge to retreat, Demi snapped. She lunged for the door, blocking my path. "Toby, admit it. You've known your wife was cheating for a long time, haven't you?"I narrowed my eyes as I looked at her. "Who are you?"Demi smirked. "I'm the wife of the man your wife is seeing. No, scratch that.