My husband had been working long hours and many evenings. We had not spent much together. It was yet another weekend of him working and I was feeling neglected. I was sick of not having sex. He was always too tired, or working or whatever else. I'm not a bad looking woman and I have had men make offers to me. I had always denied them because I was married, so I decided to handle things myself.
We lived in an apartment complex with several hundred apartments around us, so I closed the blinds, dimmed the lights, put in a video and grabbed my favorite dildo. I was on the couch enjoying myself when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly covered up and opened the door to find one of my neighbors, Steve, at the door. I had seen him and talked to him several times and found him incredibly attractive, admiring his well built body. I had always wondered what he had in his pants. We had never done more than talk in passing so I couldn't imagine what he would be doing at my apartment, but I tingled as I looked at him.
He gently told me that the blinds didn't hide as much of the view as I thought they did and he was able to see everything that I had been doing. I blushed profusely. He offered to help me out with what I needed if I was interested. I hesitated because I was unsure what my husband would think and I knew that Steve was married as well. Eventually the fire in my body made the decision for me. I let him in. Once inside the doorway, Steve grabbed me, kissing me hard, his desire completely apparent. My hand dropped to his crotch. I gasped when I felt him hard, ready and well hung. Steve pushed me up against the wall, pressing his body against me. The pressure of his body was a turn on in and of itself. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. Steve kissed and licked up and down my body. The sexual tension was like static electricity. It sparked through the room with each touch. All thoughts of my husband were gone. I could think of nothing but the man in front of me. I wanted him naked and now. I needed to see that body; put my hands on his bare skin. I wanted to touch his cock, taste it, swallow it.
To avoid being seen again, we headed upstairs to my bedroom. Steve told me that every time he had seen me he wondered what I was like in bed and always wanted to ask me, but he wasn't sure I would be receptive. He said he had a feeling I was a dynamo. I intended to prove him right.