Neighbor Chronicles Erotica Novels & Stories

“Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.” I convulsed in a gushing climax that coated his wrist and splashed against his shirt as my body arched off the bed. He licked his fingers clean, then promised me with desire hooded eyes. “We keep each other’s secrets. Your betrayal and my p**n life. But this isn’t over.” A sharp knock shattered the erotic tension. “Seraphina!” It was my father’s voice. “Come down for photos now.” Damian stepped away with a smirk.

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.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

His arms crush me against his chest and his face presses into my neck and he shakes. I cum with him. Quieter this time. A rolling wave. My body clenching around him in soft pulses that draw out the last of what he has. We sit there. His heartbeat against my chest. His cum between us. The apartment smells like sex and sweat and everything that happened on the living room floor. “For the record,” he says, “I missed one of Harmon’s questions on purpose.” I pull back. “You what.” “Eighteenth-century trade routes. I knew the answer. Left it blank.”

It spiked my blood pressure. "Who wants to know?" I asked and turned to him. He had fully grown, well-trimmed beards, a pair of shallow eyeballs, a long nose and wide nostrils. His lips were black as night and the upper one hung out slightly above the lower one. His pupils were as pale as the Moon and his corneas were as white as peace. "I'm Kelvin, Son of..." he stopped. "Son of who? A gun or a bitch?" I asked him with a smirk.

Gage gently touched his lips to Nicole's entrance. She closed her eyes, and her hands reached for his hair, holding him in place. Nicole let out a soft moan as Gage's tongue began to move slowly, sending shivers down her spine. Gage's tongue continued its gentle exploration; Nicole's mind went blank. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the sunbeam streaming through the window, and the gentle hum of the city outside all faded into the background. Everything else ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment of pure sensation.

And the part of my brain that was screaming at me to knock, to say something, to end this right now got very suddenly drowned out by the part of my body that had been alone and untouched for six weeks. The hand brushed the outside of the box. Then fingers slid through the lower glory hole and stroked right along my slit. “Fuck, she’s soaked already,” Zane groaned, pumping two thick fingers deeper. I knew that voice. Damon’s best friend. The one who came over for dinner all the time. The one who sat on our couch and talked business with my fiancé. I bit my lip harder. Another whimper escaped. Nash, Cade, Rhett, and Brock stepped into view, cocks already out, stroking themselves. Three more gu

I looked at Marcus whose cock was already out, it was thick and hard in his fist,then back at Nick. “Yes,” I whispered, filthy and desperate. “Please.” Marcus stepped closer, guiding himself to my lips. I opened eagerly, tasting salt and want as he slid in slow. Behind me, Nick freed himself finally,his heavy length pressed against my entrance. Two men, twice my age. My neighbor and his best friend and I was about to take them both on Santa’s throne. The idea alone made me more wet.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.