Milf Neighbor Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“I won’t be nice.” “That’s fine,” Mila replied. I grabbed her throat and squeezed softly, “you can be really frustrating, Sunshine.” “Fuck me, pretty boy.” Mila said, walking backworth while stroking my dick up and down. As soon as we reached the edge of the bed, I pushed her down, her breasts bouncing up and down. “Take your pants off.” I ordered, my hand still on her throat. I pulled my underwear down, and my pants were now on my knees. Her legs were still hanging from the side of the bed, and I stood between them, staring at my mate’s glistening pussy. Fuck, did our fight turn my mate on?

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

My neighbor Rhea and I probably have the most charmed lives ever. We’re around the same age, mid-30s, and live across from each other on a beautiful street filled with upscale homes. We both have husbands who travel frequently and leave us to our own devious devices. My hubby, Chris, knows Rhea and I sometimes play together. Our Sapphic hookups are a constant source of amusement and arousal for him. He gets hot when I tell him about our “lonely wife” strap-on sessions and nude pool parties.

I was surprised how much room was in there, as I wiggled my fingers all over. "I'm ready if you are, Kyle," said Val. "I'm ready," I said, trying not to sound too excited. Val threw her legs around me and sat on my lap, facing me. The big woman looked down on me, scooted forward, and lowered her pussy down onto my hard cock. For the second time in a few minutes, I was fucking one of my neighbors, this time the big-titted blonde that I'd fantasized about so many times.

Hi, I'm Joe, forty-three, married, happily, and living in the 'burbs'. I've got an incredible wife, Babs, and a pair of twin boys Rick and Rob. We live a very normal life. Well, not quite. Babs is a sexual tiger. We have sex everywhere. Once the boys came along and got to the age where they would know, we had to stop fucking with them in the room. Babs and I have been caught sucking or fucking in a bunch of places and we've even done some swinging on vacation. But those are stories for another genre, right? This story is about our neighbor.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

“Don’t feed me lies about just ‘passing by’! Did Nazar put this idea in your head?” “Such a high opinion of your brother,” the bitch said, smirking mockingly. “But honestly, my mom lives nearby. And imagine my surprise when I saw Demon’s car here! So that’s who you traded me for? That grey mouse?! Seriously?! And what can she do that I can’t?” I didn’t have an answer to her last question. Mila was very experienced… too experienced, even. But she never stirred the kind of emotions that the blue‑eyed girl could. I noticed that Vicky’s neighbors were quietly poking their noses out, watching the whole spectacle.

She doesn't want to look cheap and slutty. Another moan ripped through the window, followed by filthy sounds. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Madeline didn't need any prophet to tell her what was going on in her neighbor's room. Her neighbor was fucking someone. And with the sound she was hearing, she could tell he was fucking the lucky girl in doggy position. She was supposed to get angry for her interrupted sleep, but somehow, she was getting turned on immediately. She could hear every sound. His window was open, as was hers, and the houses were very close to each other, as if they wanted to kiss.

I've always had a thing for Aunty. She's my neighbor, a strict woman in her late 30s, but with a body that could make any man drool. Big, juicy tits, a deep navel, wide child-bearing hips, and thick, shaky thighs that jiggle with every step. She's the epitome of a MILF, and I've wanted to bury my face between those thighs since I was a teenager. Aunty is always kind to me, bringing me snacks and letting me play games at her house. But I've always wanted more. I've fantasized about her, dreamed about her, and now, I'm going to make it a reality.