The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

Completely unaware I was watching just next door. Her mouth fell open. She was trying to muffle her moans but she was only getting louder, even biting her lip hard to stay quiet. That’s it, Mrs. Williams… fuck that married pussy for me. Let me see how wet you can get. Twenty minutes passed. Maybe more. We were both lost in it -- her fingers plunging deep, my fist flying up and down my shaft. I was right there, balls tightening, ready to paint my window with cum while I watched my neighbor cum on her own fingers.

When she was passing away, I was sitting in that chair crafting a vase; how can I possibly contribute anything here? I turn around and head back outdoors. I take a deep breath and inhale some of the misty air as I gasp for air. This should be behind me by this point. Why is it that I just can't go on? A voice can be heard from the other side of the fence that divides my yard from the yard of my neighbor asking, "Are you enjoying your night?" The home has been deserted for an untold amount of time. It would appear that this is no longer the case.

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

The fact that she was married — to a man who lived right next door. I told myself to stay away. She was older. Married. My neighbor. But when I saw her the next morning watering her flowers, wearing another sundress and smiling at me across the fence, I already knew I was in trouble. This summer was going to test every bit of my self-control. And Sophia looked like she was struggling with the same temptation.

The sitting room door was ajar, a sliver of lamplight cutting across the dark hallway floor. I stopped just outside it. Pressed myself against the wall. Listened. At first there was nothing. Just the low hum of the television Adrian had turned on—some sports channel, volume barely audible. Then his phone buzzed. I heard him answer it. "Hey." His voice dropped immediately. Low. Intimate. A tone I hadn't heard directed at me in months. A pause. "Yeah, I know. She wasn't into it tonight. As usual." A bitter laugh. "Doesn't matter."

Before today, I never imagined that Fiona and I would end up facing each other like enemies in a courtroom. On the day Lucas and I moved into the neighborhood, Fiona had been warm and enthusiastic, helping me carry boxes and welcoming us as new neighbors. She told me that if I ever needed anything, I could just ask. During our conversation, when she heard that I had a son, her smile grew even brighter. She immediately began introducing her own daughter, Daisy, praising her nonstop and saying it was fate that our families had met. Yet that very night, she showed up at my door with Daisy, whose clothes were in disarray. She pounded on my door like she had lost her mind and accused Lucas of ass

I went to my window and opened the drapes and window for the very first time this month. I turned my gaze towards the skies, that I could clearly see the lovely stars, and then I began to pull my gaze towards the house next to another. When I realized that the other house had been sold, I turned and looked at it. They're supposed to be our new residents, as Mom mentioned earlier, based also on unopened parcels and cartons. I spotted a couple at the window and thought they were lovely and happy. The huge windows with a cradle stand just across from my room, indicating that the family has a baby.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

As she stood at the doorway waving him off, their neighbour walked across their lawn. It was Maya Johnson, the wife from next door. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her thicker and curvier body. "Hey, is Paul away again?" She asked. "Yeah, a long one this time." Olivia replied. "Hey, I keep meaning to say, you and the Sampsons should come over for dinner one night." "We would love to." Maya replied. "Will have to wait until Paul's back," Olivia said. "Although me, you and Jasmine could have a girl's night?"