Neighbors Hot Wife Novels & Stories

Tight on her skin and then she moved closer. I leaned back on the couch and took another drink. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted her. I just didn’t want to feel empty. She reached for the clasp of her bra. And then the door opened. I never locked my door. But nobody in this house dared to walk into my room without knocking. Nobody. Until one human did. My so-called wife….Lilith She walked in, holding a phone in her hand, immediately she saw the scene in front of her, She looked at me. Then at the girl.

Not a business partner. His wife.

I demand, knowing he can’t answer. “Colt, baby… you still love me! I know you do!” Bellows my still naked wife. Honestly this is not her strongest argument and it isn't gonna help her the way she thinks it will. She really isn’t gaining any favors by flashing her flesh around the neighborhood. I can see her shivering in the cold, and yet I have no pity for her. And if I know our neighbors like I think I do, someone is taking a video of this whole fiasco and probably gonna upload it to our neighborhood group chat the moment I slam the door… Good for them. I guess it will give them something to talk about.

The ache was torture. Her best friend caught wind of what was happening. Curiosity got the better of her. Claiming she wanted to help patch things up between us, she showed up at my place—ready, it seemed, to offer a different kind of relief. The night she arrived, I was pacing the living room, restless and on edge. The doorbell rang. My heart leaped—finally, my wife had come home. After days of pent-up frustration, I'd finally get some release. But when I opened the door, it wasn't my wife standing there.

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

I breathed heavily and heard a ring, I glanced at the caller id and see it's my wife. "Fuck, shit!" I cursed and parked my car in a car, I checked outside if there was any camera. My wife is a detective and she controls all the camera around our neighbourhood here in Florida. Right now she's working on a case of gangsters but little did she know that I already found them, their identity and address. "Baby, how are you?" I asked with a little bit of panic in my voice. "Nate, I know you're panicked about something which I'm going to know." Sophia said with determination.

The phone buzzed again and another message came in. My wife gasped. "What?" I asked. She held the phone up closer to her face, and I saw as her fingers dragged the photo into zoom. She thrust the phone into my hand. "OH MY GOD! Isn't that?" She turned her head to look at the wall of our apartment, or more specifically, to the space beyond the wall. "Oh, fuck. . .I think it is." The man was immediately recognizable. He was a ruggedly attractive salt-and-pepper gent whom we'd seen plenty of times over the past year because, as it turned out, he was the neighbor who had moved in next door to us just twelve months prior.

the man replied as he walked away in haste, to meet with his colleagues for there lunch break. " Hey you look familiar, I know, I have seen you somewhere before" Nate heard a feminine voice from behind him and the moment he turned he came face to face with a jingling breast staring at him. " Ermmm sorry who are you?" Nate questioned the beautiful girl in front of him nervously, as he found it hard to raise his head to look her straight in the face after mistakenly looking at her nipples the moment he turned. " Ohhh now, I remember you are Quinn's husband. Well my name is Rose, a friend of your wife " she said while offering her hand for an handshake.

Up close, Alex noticed a gold ring on her finger, a detail that could be significant. "Good morning," Alex greeted her with a warm smile. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me with some information." The woman returned his smile, "Good morning to you," she replied. "How can I help you?" "I’m looking for Mr. Nick, and I’m guessing you’re his wife?" Alex asked, hoping his direct approach would yield results. The woman chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not," she said, her voice friendly but firm. "My husband bought this house from Mr. Nick a while ago. Mr. Nick and his family moved out a few weeks back."

"Are you spying on me from the window? That's kind of creepy, isn't it?" "You're my wife. I have a right to know where you were all night and with whom." He felt his temper rising, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. "For Christ's sake, Bonnie, I watched the two of you making out right in front of our house. What if the neighbors saw you?"