Rosie
It was Covid that led me to cheat on my husband with the young man in the apartment next door. That and the fact that I'm Italian by ancestry. Let me explain. I grew up in an atmosphere of touching and loving. My big Italian extended family back East, is constantly hugging and kissing. My family home was always filled with people, laughing, crying and shouting. Tony, my very Bronx-Italian husband and I slept entwined in bed every night leading to us having sex very often. I love sex. The intimacy and sheer joy of full body contact, is amazing. Then, I came to California for a three-month company project when Covid suddenly hit. I was locked down in a solo, sensory desert called a corporate apartment suite, working remotely. I could almost hear echoes in my apartment, empty of people. It's so terrible I even started putting on afternoon T.V. soap operas so I could hear people talk and argue in the background.
My husband and I had planned to fly back and forth on many weekends, but air travel was too dangerous during the pandemic. I was alone, truly alone for the first time in my life. It felt downright creepy to be alone day after day.
The young man next door that I'm cheating with is not even my type. Plus, he's at least fifteen years younger than me. I'm not being egotistical when I say, I'm beautiful in an Italian way with long black hair, full but still perky breasts, slim waist and womanly tight ass. People have always said I'm gorgeous. Take their word for it, not mine. Plus, I take pride in keeping my body fit. It takes work to keep a mature body tight.
If this was a romance novel, my illicit lover would be a strong, he-man that sweeps me off my feet. But the reality is that Kevin is a very average looking guy that hasn't had much luck with the girls. We just happened to be next door neighbors in a pandemic lock-down with me desperately needing company and some horny, sex.
Kevin
Holy fuck, I can't believe my luck. The hot lady next begs me for sex, the hottest sex I have ever had. This Covid lockdown will go down as the best period in my life.
Where do I start? Okay, it started when I was on my balcony and she walked out onto hers next to mine. My god, she was gorgeous. It was a Saturday morning and she was in a bathrobe drinking a coffee. As she looked out over the city, I couldn't help but stare at her sexy, good looks. Thankfully, I was in a t-shirt and shorts that morning since I often go onto my balcony in just my underwear. When she turned towards me and broke into a big smile, a love-bomb went off in my chest. I gave a quick wave and she waved back in a friendly open way. This was too much. The blood ran from my brain to my dick and I had to ducked back into my apartment to collect my senses. Okay, I admit that I'm shy around women. I couldn't stop thinking about her for the rest of the day.
She was way out of my league. I thought there was no way I could ever be with her. I was resigned to being a nerd that has only had one girlfriend in school and just drunken one-night stands not too often after. My right hand, a bottle of lube and some sexy pictures was my normal erotic life. After I saw her on the balcony, I searched for non-nude pictures of sexy mature women with long black hair. I masturbated to fantasies of what was under their clothes. It made me crazy with lust.
Rosie
I didn't think of him much after seeing him on the balcony, but then we ran into each other in our apartment building mail room. He was the first man I'd been close to for weeks and I could feel some attraction. Hell, if Quasimodo was picking up his mail, I'd have likely got wet for him, I was so horny. As a true Italian extrovert, I said, "Hi, my name's Rosie. I'm your next-door neighbor. I saw you on the balcony the other day." Like I say, I'm Italian through and through.
He seemed flustered, hesitated and replied, "Yes, of course. My name's Kevin." A big blush came on his face and it was so sweet I just wanted to hug him. But of course, I didn't. Not then anyway, wink, wink. He was so shy, but I noticed his eyes checked out my cleavage. I love it when men find me attractive. My naughty side kicked in and I gave him a big smile when he looked up from my chest.
Kevin
When I met her in the mail room, I felt like she knew I was jerking off and thinking about her. I felt so guilty, I could hardly speak. But she was so incredibly nice. I can still remember the summer dress she was wearing. I'm a tit-man and her dress was shoulderless with a lot of her breasts showing. When I got back to my apartment, I dove for the computer and found MILF breast pictures and had an incredible orgasm. I couldn't keep my hands off my dick for a couple of days.
Rosie
I was getting so bloody horny. My husband and I tried Skype-sex and that helped a cool my urges for a few days. But I was going out to the balcony a lot and hoping to see Kevin. I needed some contact with a man even if we were yards apart on our balconies. Sure enough, he started going out very often too. I couldn't help myself and started flirting with the sweet boy. It was fun. I ordered a bikini from Amazon and wore it to get some sun and secretly to turn on my neighbor. The bottom barely covered my pubic hair and I could see some darkness of my beaver through the thin fabric where my jet-black pubes reside. I thought about shaving it off, but my husband would kill me. I just tucked in the hairs that popped out of the sides. It was no problem with young Kevin because my crotch was hidden by the balcony wall.
Kevin
Shit, when she came out wearing that bikini, I almost creamed my jeans. Her tits are incredible. I tried to look away like a gentleman should, but I couldn't. She didn't seem to mind I was staring at her rack. She even leaned over her railing with her boobs resting on top of it as we talked. Thank god, my erection was hidden from her view. I found it difficult to speak but she kept the conversation going a mile a minute. I was in awe and my supply of lube was getting used up fast.
Rosie
Our talks across the balconies were great fun. I loved flirting. When we finished talking, I would lay down and tan in the California sun away from Kevin's eyes. I confess that's when I started having sexual fantasies about my young neighbor. I was on my back with my mind blank and dozing off when I suddenly envisioned him standing nude with a big, thick erection. My hand went to my crotch over my bikini bottom and a jolt of pure energy exploded when I touched my pussy and I groaned. My eyes shot open. What the fuck was that all about? I stroked my crotch with a broad hand from my mons down over my pussy to my vagina with my fantasy-Kevin standing nude with his big cock smiling down at me. It was delicious. Masturbation was new to me. No need before, because my sex-life had always been so full. Soon, I was plunging my hand inside my bikini bottom, skin-on-skin to fondle myself. I found I could stroke my pussy and it would make me crazy. But an orgasm came just maddingly close, just out of reach. What can I say? I'm an Italian woman and we need the touch of a man to get off. My naughty, woman's brain started to think of how to fuck Kevin.
I am a devout Catholic and we take our marriage vows seriously, at least the wives do. My conscience kept saying you have a great husband. Infidelity would be a sin. I found a Catholic website where a priest was doing anonymous online Confessions during the Covid lock down. I confessed to the Father about lusting after my young neighbor. The Father said to be strong and not give into temptation. He gave me ten Hail Maries to say. But lust kept consuming my thoughts. I wondered how many Hail Maries I would have to say to be forgiven for fucking the shy lad. That's when the devil's lust part of my brain started to win out. Then, I met Kevin in the mail room again.
Kevin
When I saw her in the mail room, she was wearing tight shorts with her bikini top. Fuck was she sexy.
She seemed extra friendly, smiling at me brightly. "Hi Kevin. How are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you making out during the lock down?"
"I hate it actually. Hey Kevin, I'm Italian, a New York Italian. We always give our friends a hug and a kiss on the cheeks when we meet. We're friends now right?"
I smiled and she came in, hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks. Her breasts pressing against my chest were to die for.
She said, "Why don't you come over later and I'll make us a nice lunch? It's lonely in my apartment. I could sure use some company."
"Sure. That would be great." I couldn't believe my luck. Just being around a gorgeous, sexy woman was a joy. Plus, she seemed to love wearing clothes that showed off her incredible breasts.