My wife snagged the handsome guy next door.

I'm currently on a business trip, and my wife is home alone. I just video-chatted with her and learned that the young, handsome neighbor she'd been eyeing for months finally slept with her today.
This story begins in a six-unit building, with our apartment to the left of the elevator.
Last May, a young couple moved into the apartment to the right of the elevator, supposedly the landlord's nephew or something, and who had just graduated from university two or three years prior.
The guy was around 180cm tall, with a decent build and handsome looks—we'll call him "young, handsome" for now. The girl was nearly 170cm, slightly overweight, with average breasts (around C-cup), and average looks, but her butt was truly stunning—round and perky.
The first time I saw her, I told my wife, "This girl is definitely a slut." She didn't believe me, saying I was just being lewd and accusing her of being promiscuous. It wasn't
until later that my wife believed me. I'll explain the details later. That's roughly the situation. After all, neighbors these days aren't like the neighbors in the old compound; you'd just nod to each other when you bumped into them in the elevator. I only found out this much because my wife had developed feelings for that young man. That's the gist of it.
About a month after that young couple moved in, the weather was slightly warm, but we didn't need air conditioning yet, so we slept with the window open. One night, after turning off the lights and drifting off to sleep, I vaguely heard a woman moaning outside the window. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after a while, the sounds grew louder and clearer, so I nudged my wife to listen. Unexpectedly, she was even more excited than I was, immediately running to the window to listen more closely. We usually sleep naked, and I told my wife, "You can just listen, you don't need to stick your head out like that. Be careful someone sees your two white breasts."
Unexpectedly, my wife, in her youthful exuberance, said, "Let them watch, consider it adding to their fun." Later, based on the sounds and the opening and closing of the opposite window, we confirmed it was indeed the young couple across the street. They say youth is a time for romance, and it's true what they say. For a while, we could hear their moaning almost every day. My wife would often lean on the windowsill, listening to their sounds, while I fucked her from behind. It felt like a return to the days of our school days, going to hotels and having sex with each other in opposite rooms. Men, you know, are all competitive in these things, so I also tried to compete with them a few times, albeit one-sidedly. But time waits for no one, and I had to admit I couldn't compete with that young hunk. My wife had some experience with one-night stands (with photographers from the same company), and one time during sex, she suddenly mentioned the young couple across the street. It turned out she'd been eyeing that young man for a while. I told her, "Since you've got your eye on him, why don't you go seduce him?" As usual, while we're having fun, safety is paramount, and it shouldn't disrupt our lives. Any progress must be communicated between husband and wife immediately. If she succeeds, judging by the woman's sultry moans, there's a good chance we can switch partners; that ass is incredibly alluring. From then on, my wife would greet the couple across the street whenever they met, and they gradually became more familiar. Since the couple was always together, there weren't many good opportunities. Around September, one Saturday, knowing the man was home alone, she made her move.
The gist was that she turned off the light switch, then pretended the light was broken and asked the young man for help. When he entered the room, my wife said the ceiling light wasn't working, probably broken, and she was too afraid to fix it herself, so she asked him to change the bulb. The young man stood on a stool to look at the light, while my wife, wearing only my t-shirt and no bra, pretended to hold the stool. Whenever the young man looked down, his gaze would fall through the loose neckline, and my wife's D-cup breasts would be completely visible, even her nipples. He changed the light bulb, but it still didn't work. Later, his wife thought he'd seen enough, so she let him into the bedroom, saying the bedroom light was also off. But the bedroom light was an LED light, impossible to change. Actually, his wife had ulterior motives for letting him in. She had previously partially opened the bedside table drawer, which contained our condoms and a vibrator, and a bra was lying on the bed. I think my wife's hints were very sincere, but whether it was too direct or the young man was too timid, she ultimately failed. I believe that from then on, in the young man's mind, my wife was definitely a promiscuous slut. Later, as work got busier at the end of the year, my wife's feelings faded. Unexpectedly, today, things took an unexpected turn. At noon, my wife returned from grocery shopping and ran into the young man in the elevator. He offered to help her with her things, and during their conversation, he learned she was home alone. He escorted her to her door, and when he returned her things, their hands touched—who knows if it was intentional or not. My wife's mind immediately started working again. She said, "Your older brother is away on a business trip. You probably can't cook by yourself, right? Come over to my place, I'll cook for you." The young man politely declined. Unexpectedly, a little while later, he knocked on the door again, saying that they were out of salt and wanted some. He probably struggled with the decision for a long time before finally deciding to come. The excuse was clumsy, but the wolf was interested, and the concubine wanted it; an excuse was all that mattered. My wife said, "Then don't bother cooking. I'll cook anyway, it won't make a difference if you come in and eat." (When my wife said this to me earlier, I said, "Wow, that's quite a subtle statement!") The young man readily agreed and entered the house without hesitation. Since my wife hadn't expected him to come and wasn't prepared, seeing an opportunity, she told him to watch TV in the living room while she changed her clothes. They say it's easy for a woman to pursue a man, but difficult for a man to pursue a woman, especially since my wife is so experienced. She went into the bedroom and changed into a nightgown, a style reminiscent of lingerie. It was mostly silk, but the breast area was lace. While not completely covered by a thin veil, her nipples and areolas were still visible, and a small portion of her white breasts was exposed – even a prostitute wouldn't be this attractive.
According to my wife, when she came out of the bedroom, the young man's eyes were glued to her. My wife pretended to go to the kitchen to cook, and the young man immediately followed, saying he was helping her. While claiming to help, his eyes were actually fixed on my wife's breasts. (That's my guess.) Then, while they were getting things in the kitchen, my wife deliberately rubbed her buttocks against the young man's crotch, and soon after, she was aroused. The young man hugged his wife from behind, and she didn't even try to hide it, showing no sign of resistance whatsoever. She readily wrapped her arms around him, and the two immediately went into the bedroom for a passionate encounter. After a fierce battle, both were exhausted. The young man, fondling his wife's ample breasts, said, "I've wanted to fuck my wife for a long time," and so on. After resting for a while, the young man fucked his wife again, then hurriedly left without even eating dinner.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/74348.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=74348&aspx=1

Previous Page : Wife wins over the handsome neighbor 2

Next Page : Recent situation (3)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My wife snagged the handsome guy next door.

comment Open a new window to view comments