Sex Stories With Neighbor Novels & Stories

He stepped ahead to the mailroom entrance and held it open for me, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm as I passed him. My skin warmed instantly at the contact, but the reaction wasn’t sharp like before. It wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t obsession resurfacing. It was awareness. Soft, steady awareness. “Thanks,” I said. “Anytime.” Inside, a few neighbors were chatting quietly. A couple sorting mail. A woman pushing a stroller. And from the open door leading to the courtyard, the smell of something smoky and familiar drifted in. I sniffed the air. “Is that… grilled food?”

I’m babbling, my fingers scrambling, nails scratching the granite. I’m not a person anymore. I’m a collection of sensations: pain, fullness, the wet, slapping sounds of our skin, his filthy words in my ear. That’s when I see him. Mr. Henderson, my ancient, prune-faced neighbor, is standing at his kitchen window across the yard. His jaw is on the floor. He’s watching it all—my face twisted in ecstasy, Leo’s tattooed arms holding me down, my ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.

Her pussy made wet slapping sounds as he pounded into her. From my spot, I had a perfect view. Lee's balls swung against her ass, his muscles flexing. Sarah's face was flushed, eyes half-lidded in bliss. She was loving it, completely lost in the moment. I stroked furiously now, my cock aching. The jealousy burned, but so did the arousal. My wife was getting fucked by the neighbor, right there on our patio, and I was jerking off to it like a total cuck. The thought made me even harder.

The door swung open. Julian Langford stood in the doorway with red marks on his neck. "Back to see your wife again?" The smirk on his face was unbearable. Rage shot through me. I punched him in the face. The next moment, Wendy Sinclair rushed out of the bedroom. "Zane Lewis, why are you making a scene in the middle of the night?" "And you think it's fine to spend the night in another man's bed?" I scoffed. The first time she ended up in Julian's bed was an accident. But the second time? She was wearing his shirt, and there were still faint marks lingering on her neck.

I rock my hard cock into her, the heat radiating from her pussy making me crazy. She pushes her ass into me, her manicured nails curling into fists. “You said we couldn’t out here. That the neighbors might see.” She tries to turn toward me again, and I smack her ass hard. I didn’t give a fuck what her husband had said. If the neighbors caught me fucking my sister, so be it. She inhales sharply, wiggling her bottom as I massage the cheek I just struck. I pull the waistband of her leggings down, bunching them at her knees as I bare her to me. Leaning back, I admire the perfect view of her red, shiny pussy. I trail a finger down the glistening folds and push two digits into her entrance.

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

I HATED fake screams, I mean do women think we really wanna hear that shit? “Hey, I got neighbors okay,” I said, and she just groaned, arching her hips into me. Damn it, why did I bring her here? There was no chance she wasn’t going to expect to crash and I couldn’t have that. I got up and fumbled around for a condom, then I looked down at my dick, confused. My hand went to it as I watched Heather … Lisa … Nikki … whatever her name was groping herself. “Let me help,” she said, popping her lips and getting to her knees.

What happens when the new hot guy expected at her school is actually her neighbor next door? Noah King, a handsome, egoistic, hot bad boy transfer to a new school and state far from home only to find out that the popular actress was his neighbor next door. The both of them both have their scars and secrets. With all the secrets in the open, will they be able to become more than just neighbors? Find out in this story of love, betrayal, heartbreak, secrets and friendship.

"So go on. If you have thoughts, let them out. I can take it." "I wasn't gonna try to tell you how to feel. See, sometimes I try to imagine what this all must be like for you. It's heckin' strange for all of us. Durr, right. Having sex with my next door neighbor, a teacher, knowing he's turned my mom into a hashtag free-use slut, sharing him with a half dozen girls... it's kinda wild. But I bet it's gotta be a lot for you, too, right?" "It can be." Not that I was looking for sympathy.