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.
Steve and I quickly undressed, since I was already primed. He took one look at me and told me that my tits looked more fabulous than he imagined. He dropped his mouth to my nipples and immediately began to lick and suck them. I was already hot, wet and on the verge of an orgasm. I reached down to grab his cock and found it big, hard and ready. Steve laid me on the bed, pushed my legs apart and up into the air as he drove into me. I arched my back, screaming with pleasure as he entered me. My hips met every one of his thrusts. We were both so hot we were touching every inch of skin we could find. This was not slow and gentle. It was hot, pure animal fucking. Steve continued to pinch and suck my tits as he fucked me and brought me to another orgasm. This sent him over the edge and soon he was dumping his load into my pussy. We were sweating, panting, trying to catch our breath when we finished.
We lay on the bed and continued to touch and stroke each other. The touches were beginning to get me aroused again as I began to move my tongue across Steve's body. As I neared his stomach, I could tell his cock was coming back to life. I continued down, running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. His hips were slowly grinding toward my mouth. I pushed my mouth over his cock. I grabbed his balls, gently massaging them while I sucked his cock. My tongue traveled up and down his length, swirled around the now engorged cockhead, my mouth swallowing him right down to the very base of his glorious cock. He felt wonderful in my mouth. I could make a meal out of sucking his pole.
Apparently we had been too involved with what we were doing that neither one of us heard my husband, Adam, come home. The bedroom was a loft with no door. He had full view of everything that we were doing. I heard him ask what was going on. I prepared for him to explode. He was standing at the side of the bed, watching me and Steve. We hadn't realized that our hands had not stopped trailing across each other while we waited to see what Adam was going to do or say. I know we should have been jumping up, covering ourselves, offering explanations, or whatever it is that one does in cases like this, but we could not tear our hands from each other. Instead of yelling, he asked if this was a private party or if he was going to get some of the action as well. This was not what I expected from my buttoned up husband. A loud string of curse words would not have surprised me, but this....
