Adventure-themed Neighborhood Friendly Mature Women Agreement

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An Adventurous Neighborly Agreement with a Mature Woman
As I approached my neighbor's front door, unrealistic fantasies filled my mind, and my lower body was rock hard. I was a happy, 39-year-old married man (happy in whatever way) with two lovely children. Right now, all I could think about was that I absolutely shouldn't be doing this.
She was a happy, 37-year-old married woman, but—the crucial point—she didn't have children. Right now, she shouldn't be doing this either, but her reasons were far more compelling than mine. Now, I had nervously crossed the distance between her house and mine—a short, easy distance to cross, but psychologically, it felt like crossing a vast chasm.
"Hello!"
she said. She opened the door immediately after I knocked. Was this a dream?
But I really hoped it was.
"Hello,"
I replied. I saw she was dressed simply, a dark brown t-shirt and blue jeans. I didn't know what to expect her to wear for this extremely unusual "mission."
"You're so punctual! Great, please come in,"
she said, feigning ease, seemingly unsure of what to say, just like me.
This was a first for both of us, and undoubtedly for most people on Earth. But not every day you'll encounter your beautiful neighbor saying, "Have a baby with me."
"Yeah, I guess I'm a 'Mr. Punctual,'"
I joked to myself.
"Would you like a drink?"
she asked, her tone much more natural, as if we were having a normal social gathering. But I sensed she needed to double-check her "first time," or whether there would be any awkwardness or embarrassment before we even began.
"Sure, that's a good idea."
"Hmm, no need to rush, right?"
she said.
I tried to avoid a childish grin; appearing mature was important in this matter.
“Yes, I don’t think there’s any rush.”
I followed her into the house, and couldn’t help but glance back at the street. It was a peaceful, middle-class neighborhood; most people probably wouldn’t approve of what we were doing.
As I followed her into the living room, my eyes were glued to my beautiful neighbor, Alison’s, little bottom. I really liked her—her body, and I liked her as a person. From what I knew of her, she was a very nice woman. But I reminded myself that I wasn’t here for romance; I had work to do.
We had an agreement, like a contract—nothing more. Yet, deep down, I still couldn’t help liking her. I liked her simple but beautiful light brown hair that reached her shoulder blades; I liked her confident eyes and pretty face; I liked her slender and sexy figure and her full, firm breasts—smaller than my wife’s, but perkier. I was very happy to have the opportunity to be with her.
“I’m still not entirely sure if it was right for us to do this without telling my husband and your wife, Krisia,”
Alison said.
I was a little nervous, but I didn't show it. Maybe she was right, but I didn't care.
"I think Clicia definitely won't agree, but if you ask her, you'll ruin your relationship,"
I said.
We'd discussed this before, and Allison was worried my wife would be jealous. However, this was a huge problem for both our families, and it even made me want to give up at one point. I wanted the chance to be intimate with Allison, but I didn't want to risk it.
"If she finds out, your family will be ruined,"
Allison said. "I'll lose a good friend, and your marriage will be over."
"Yeah,"
I said. "I don't think your husband and Clicia will forgive me. If this gets out, my marriage will be over, my child will leave me, and if your husband finds out, he'll kill me."
Allison smiled and said, "Okay. It seems you'll lose more than I will."
"So, we know our situation, and we have to face it together,"
I said, my tone calm and mature. The most important thing now is to make Allison understand that I know what I'm doing, what dangers I might encounter, but I can completely control and handle these things. That way, I can put her at ease and let me fuck her properly.
"Yes. I believe we can handle it,"
Allison said. "Please tell me again, Mark, why are you doing this for me?"
"Because I want to help you,"
I answered seriously. "Because I'm your friend, and your husband's friend. Well, frankly, also because I like you... I mean... I find you very attractive, and I hope I don't sound too rude." "
No, no, not at all,"
she said with a smile. "We're attracted to each other."
"Yeah, attracted to each other, right?"
I laughed again, my expression relaxing once more.
"Okay, well, actually you don't really like me that much, do you? But that's okay, as long as we like each other, right? You're basically doing me a service, that's all. God, that sounds really rude."
She said with a smile, her eyes like crescent moons.
"Yes, so don't worry about anything. I won't like you too much. Yes, I understand this is just a service I'm doing for you. You know how happy I am with my children, Krisia, and I don't want to ruin my current happiness."
"I understand, I'm so sorry if I said something that upset you."
"It's okay,"
I replied. "This is a big decision for you, a very difficult one, so I understand and respect your decision. So, let's get started."
"Yes,"
she agreed, "It is indeed a big decision. The reason I came to you is because I know you and trust you. I also considered going to a sperm bank to seek sperm, but I don't know if it would be provided by a murderer. Of course, if my husband could help me conceive, things would be much easier, but unfortunately, he can't." "Since you've made your
decision, just do it. Don't feel guilty. I don't feel guilty. You want a child, you need a child in your life. It's just that what we're doing is a little special, and I'm happy to help you with this. We will continue to live happily ever after."
I said this, also trying to reassure myself.
She shrugged, a strange, sarcastic smile on her face, and said, “You’re right. I’m glad you think so, Mark. Come on, let’s get started.”
We finished our tea together.
It was just sex. I was ready to rape my beautiful neighbor, no matter what you think—it still felt a little scary! Ever since I first saw this beautiful neighbor, I’d thought it would be incredibly cool to pin her down and rape her. Of course, I didn’t take these fantasies seriously; it was just the kind of extramarital affair that all men have—I knew we probably weren’t each other’s type.
In other words, I wasn’t truly in love with her—it was just about ejaculating inside her. Of course, she wasn’t in love with me either; our sex was a transaction, and we had to keep it a secret. Thank God her husband was infertile, giving me the opportunity to enjoy this childless woman.
She led me into her bedroom, and all this time I felt like I was dreaming. I thought, how could life be so unexpected, even a miracle? Here I am, a sperm donor, about to ejaculate into my wife's best friend's vagina.
I don't know what she thought of doing this, and I'm a little surprised she chose to do it in her own bedroom, which is also her husband's bedroom. Maybe she felt more guilty losing her virginity elsewhere, or maybe the bedroom was more private.
"There are some basic rules, Mark,"
she said, turning around, her tone serious.
"Okay,"
I replied, "then tell me what you want to do, Allison. I'll do it the way you think is best."
"We can't kiss. We have to ban kissing because it's not love, right?"
"Of course not."
"Sorry, it's like prostitution."
She laughed; we both wanted to ease the tension with lighthearted humor.
"But this is important,"
she said.
"No problem."
God, what position does she want to have sex in? I pondered, is it possible to insert a penis into a woman's vagina without a very intimate position?
"And no touching. No... um... very gentle touching. Do you understand what I mean? No touching like a lover or sweetheart. No being too intimate."
"Understood."
"Obviously, you'll enjoy... its... anyway..."
she continued, her tone a little awkward, "Just do it, I trust you."
She casually opened her arms.
"I don't need you to make me hard like you would a lover or sweetheart. Don't worry,"
I said confidently.
"Well, we'll try it, maybe it'll work well, right? Now, I need to think about what position will be most effective."
"Most effective!"
God, I couldn't help but think, it seems I have to suppress my desire for satisfaction. I quietly awaited her decision.
“I think it’s better if I lie on the edge of the bed, what do you think?”
she continued. “You don’t have to get on the bed, don’t lie on top of me. We can’t both be on the bed, do you think? — If we were both on the bed, it would seem too intimate, too romantic. What do you think?”
“You’re right. That’s fine.”
I replied. “Sounds like the best option. I’ll try my best.”
She gave a smug smile, but her words sounded really ridiculous. Did sex have to have so many restrictions?
“Let’s not take our shirts off, okay?”
she added.
Since her suggestion was phrased as a question, I thought maybe I could complain that it was too difficult, because I really wanted to see her naked. But in the end, I didn’t complain.
“Yes, okay, I think that’s fair.”
I said, but inwardly I felt it wasn’t good at all.
Although it wasn’t as wonderful as I had imagined, I was still quite happy. Well, this wasn’t a passionate, romantic, or intense sexual encounter. Obviously, I couldn't lick her vagina or ejaculate in her mouth—these were things I really enjoyed, but I knew those were impossible with her now.
My job was simple: to impregnate her and get her pregnant. This obviously meant I could only ejaculate as much and as deep as possible into her vagina, into her uterus. But for any man, that was a pleasurable job, nothing to complain about.
"I'm ready, are you?"
Allison said.
I nodded; I was ready all along.
When she took off her jeans, I found myself almost holding my breath. Out of politeness, I tried not to stare at her lower body, but I still eagerly stole glances at her pretty little buttocks. She was wearing white cotton panties—very pretty—and obviously they would be taken off soon. She took off her panties and gracefully and elegantly stepped out from under them, which had slipped to the floor.
I saw the 33-year-old woman's fair, full thighs and firm, round buttocks, and also her hairy pubic hair—the focus of our work—I tried my best to control my emotions, gradually calming my breathing. I kept silently warning myself not to get too passionate or involved, at least not to show it. This was just a service, an agreement, only this was an unusual, somewhat obscene agreement between two mature men and women who trusted each other.
With these chaotic thoughts in my mind, I also unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down.
After taking off my underwear, my thick penis was exposed, the more than 6-inch-long penis standing upright in front of my lower abdomen, proudly indicating that it was ready.
"Ready?"
she asked calmly, lying down on the edge of the bed as instructed.
I thought somewhat angrily, "Shouldn't you at least compliment my penis?" "Yes, I'm ready,"
I said, excitedly anticipating entering a long-awaited cunt.
I moved between her wide-open legs, leaning over and supporting myself on my elbows on either side of her body, avoiding contact between our lower bodies except for our pubic areas. This kind of lovemaking without kissing, caressing, or hugging was really awkward, but since I had agreed to this arrangement, I had to keep it.
Her body smelled wonderful—it was the scent of women's perfume, or perhaps it was her natural body scent.
I thought angrily, "If you, you bitch, don't want me to touch your body, then why do you make yourself so alluring?" Without foreplay, I didn't know if she was already lubricated; I had to ask her first.
"Are you alright?"
I said. "I don't want you to feel pain. I mean, can we just start like this—are you ready?"
"Yes, don't worry."
She completely understood what I meant, and her answer rejected any possibility of touching or sucking her vulva.
Maybe this bitch had been playing with herself for half an hour before I got to her house, or, more likely, she might have already applied lubricant to her vagina. In any case, I was excited by the thought of her masturbating or applying lubricant beforehand, and I liked the feeling.
I pressed my hard penis against the center of her hairy vulva (I guessed she might have trimmed her pubic hair, because it didn't look naturally grown) and looked down, guiding my penis with my hand to find its target. She didn't reach out to help me, but just moved her body to let me align myself. Soon, I felt my glans surrounded by a warm mass of flesh, and I knew I had entered her body.
"Does it feel good?"
I said gently, slowly thrusting in and out of her vagina. She closed her eyes, and her breathing suddenly became a little rapid.
"It's okay,"
she said.
I continued thrusting, longing to caress, kiss, or at least embrace her, but I remained true to my promise, supporting myself with my arms and maintaining a distance from her body. I concentrated all my weight and strength into her vulva and cunt, thrusting heavily with a firm rhythm.
While enjoying her body, I reminded myself that I didn't feel this was particularly beneficial to me; I was simply doing what she asked. I was happy to feel her vaginal muscles contracting to encourage me to penetrate deeper, but I still reminded myself that there was no erotic or romantic element to her actions; she was only considering the function.
She kept her eyes closed, which I felt was good, as I could freely look at her face and enjoy doing what I liked. Her vagina was slippery, not too tight, but not too loose either, making thrusting quite comfortable. Like all cunts, it was warm and moist. My hips moved up and down, trying to control my desire, not wanting to ejaculate too soon; I wanted to thrust a little longer.
Gradually, my breathing became heavier, but I maintained my "respect" for her. Her breathing also became heavy, which made me feel that I didn't need to be embarrassed anymore. Besides—I thought a little angrily—how could you completely separate sex from emotions? Before I reached orgasm, how I longed to enjoy the pleasure of sex with her passionately. To hold her firm 34C (I guessed) breasts tightly, or to hold her tightly and kiss her lips, how I wanted to do that!
During the thrusting, I seemed to unintentionally reach out and put my arm around her shoulder, making my first relatively intimate move with her—which I think is reasonable. My movements became larger and deeper, and—very happily—I felt her response.
Even when I was experiencing great pleasure both psychologically and physiologically, I remained careful, making her feel that my actions were instinctive, not premeditated. I deliberately breathed heavily, and my thrusting became more and more vigorous, accumulating energy and passion for ejaculation.
Holding her soft shoulders tightly, my pubic bone slammed against hers, and I could feel some semen seeping from my glans. I turned my face away from hers to avoid accidentally kissing her and causing an unpleasant incident. Although she didn't wrap her legs around me like couples do during sex, her legs were already raised high so I could penetrate her deeper.
Where were her hands? —Oh, fuck! God—as I thrust wildly, her hands reached down behind her knees to hold her legs, pulling them up so her vulva was thrust upwards to receive my violation. Oh, fuck! God, I really want to have a good time with this bitch.
"Oh oh oh oh..."
I panted, groaning, and pounded into her body. With the arrival of orgasm, my penis ejaculated violently inside her vagina, and the glans seemed to have grown even larger. Oh, now she must have gotten what she wanted.
Our bodies pressed together, motionless for several minutes, my penis continuing to tremble as it squeezed out the last few drops of semen. I knew that white fluid was flowing towards her uterus.
"Sorry,"
I said breathlessly, removing my hand from her shoulder. "This makes it easier for me to orgasm."
"It's okay,"
she replied.
Her breathing was even more labored than mine. In fact, her reactions and position were becoming more and more like normal sex. I didn't know if she completely believed my excuse, but I think she understood that for a man, sex without this kind of passion was almost unimaginable.
"I think we've done it,"
I said. Before withdrawing from her, I carefully waited a few more seconds to ensure my semen was fully inside her uterus. Now, she just wanted to know if she had been successfully impregnated.
"Yes,"
she whispered, watching me withdraw from her. Of course, she wasn't in a hurry for me to pull out, but I felt it was better not to wait for her to order me to leave. As I withdrew, I couldn't help but take a closer look at her still-open vagina and my semi-erect penis.
It was all over. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her legs together, but not completely closed. We both tried to avoid eye contact. I put on my clothes; it seemed like that was the only thing left to do, though I didn't really want to.
"I'll go downstairs and wait, okay?"
I said, trying to be a gentleman. Actually, I really wanted to see her in her underwear and jeans, but I had to consider the context and purpose of the whole thing.
"Okay, go ahead,"
she said, standing up. I had to suppress my instinctive urge to stare at her lower body. "Thank you, Mark,"
she added, watching me leave her bedroom, I couldn't tell if she was thanking me for my lovemaking skills or my semen.
"I think it would be best if you left now,"
she said to me as she came downstairs. She was dressed as usual, except this time her vagina still contained my semen—obviously, she wasn't going to wash it out.
"You're right,"
I agreed. "Yes, she's right. After ejaculation, I had no reason to stay here anymore, because our relationship was temporary, functional, and not that of intimate lovers.
" "I hope I haven't sounded too rude, sorry,"
she said.
"No, no, I completely understand. You're right. No problem. The work is done, right?"
I said with a smile, trying to reassure my old neighbor.
"Yes, the work is done,"
she said with a smile, a little smug. "Thank you. So, how about the same time tomorrow?"
"Okay,"
I said. "No problem."
This fucking is so wonderful. I, and my penis, am already looking forward to the next time. It's our pre-arranged agreement to have sex with her naturally for four consecutive days, because those four days are her ovulation period, the time of year when she's most fertile. Tomorrow is day two.
I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

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