Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

As Fred was walking along a pavement, his eyes caught with what was going on right on the pavement across the street. What Fred saw was the most shocking and heart-stabbing thing in the world; His very own wife, Jayda, was holding a stranger man's face tightly and kissing the hell out of him with his hand on her waist and the other squeezing her ass.

We barely spoke for the next several days, and there was an invisible tension lingering between us. I thought about finding an opportunity to apologize to her when our neighbor paid an unexpected visit. A couple, Liam and Heather Smith lived in the apartment next door. They were known as the most affectionate couple in our building, joined at the hip and always in sync. Sometimes, I could not help but wonder how they managed to stay so sweet to each other after so many years of marriage. They hosted a small gathering today and invited several young couples, including us. The men drank while the women chatted. The atmosphere was wonderful. I looked at my wife, who was finally gazing back at m

She ignored Nikolai and walked past him, determined not to give a care. "What good news have you received, Aubrey, that you have been smiling a lot?" You can lie with words. However, she couldn't hide that hint of redness on her cheek. Liam's nanny was blushing so hard, like a young teenager. The woman in her late 20s moved closer and whispered, "The man who just moved right next door? Oh, Belle. You have got to see. I call dibs on him, okay?" "What?" Belle raised her eyebrow suspiciously. So, there's a new guy on their floor. "Wait, did you say next door? There's no vacancy right now, right?"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"Faith? Faith, honey, is that you?" "Mrs G., Hi. Yes, it is me," Faith called back to their next door neighbor. She moved closer to the fence and reached over to grasp the elderly woman's hand. Mrs G. was one of the sweetest people Faith had ever known. For as long as Faith could remember, Mrs G. had lived next door to them. All her children were grown now and had left home. It was only her left. "Oh, honey, it is so good to see you. It's good to see you too, Mrs G. I hope you've been good."

Mommy appears to be acquainted with our new neighbor. "Hi, Sweetheart. You've arrived. Mommy has just met our new next-door neighbor. She is Mrs. Selly , and she lives with her family. Neighbors who are nice and considerate of one another. She also owns a dog." Mommy is overjoyed at the prospect of making new friends. I merely reacted with a smile and a slight response. The sun has gone down. My lips are perfectly finished with the lipstick. I'm only wearing a sweater and pants tonight. In the mirror, I appear to be quite unassuming. Kevin stated that the party would be relaxed and not overly formal. So there's no need to dress up.

The resentment from two lifetimes surged within me, and I could not help but taunt, "If you're so capable, Raymond Quinn, why don't you hire a housekeeper for her? I'm your wife, not your servant!" He gave me a disappointed look. "Minnie, why are you always targeting Vicky?" With that, he pushed open the door and walked straight to the apartment next door. I stood in the doorway as our other neighbor, Carol Weber, sidled up with raised eyebrows, her tone full of gossip. "Your man's gone to that pretty widow's place again? Tsk, tsk, a man and a woman alone in one place..." The thin walls of our apartment building provided terrible soundproofing. Our neighbors could hear everything happening o

Carol said, not sure that she had heard him well. “That’s right, my dear. We are now next-door neighbors…or at least not exactly next door, considering how big this property is. I and my wife bought the property next to this one so that we can be close to you guys, and so that my wife would not feel too lonely when I’m gone.” He told Carol, leaving her to gape at him.

Rachel had been taking care of me, but the moment he said he was in pain and scared, she left without hesitation and stayed with him for the entire night. When she came back the next day, she looked exhausted and explained that he was her patient and her brother-in-law, so she could not ignore him. Things like that kept happening repeatedly. Once, I was invited to a formal dinner and needed to bring a partner. She had already agreed to go, but after Daniel said he felt unwell, she left without even telling me. My business partners started wondering whether I even had a wife, or if she was just an excuse I used every time. I almost became a joke to everyone.

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.