I bent over waiting for my husband and our neighbor fucked me instead

The slapping sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, hard and fast. My hands clutched the bed, my body stretched forward as I felt my husband’s familiar strokes from behind. His hands clasped my hips, pushing me back onto him, and I moaned into the pillow, my voice muffled but urgent. It felt good—so good—but tonight something was different. Something… more. His cock was plunging deeper, stretching me so my toes curled and my breath caught in my throat.

What’s come over him? I thought, my head muzzy with enjoyment. The bed groaned louder, the rhythm faster, nigh frantic. I whimpered, a flush of the old coil of heat building in my belly. But then I caught sight of it—the length, the girth. Not my imagination. It was larger. Too large. My heart stuttered, and I turned my head to see over my shoulder, my hair plastered to my sweat-moist skin.

It wasn’t my husband.

My eyes grew wide as I absorbed the vision of my neighbor, Mark, standing behind me, his body glistening in the dim light of our bedroom. His hands were locked on my hips, his cock deep inside me, pumping with a possessive beat that caused my legs to quiver. My mouth opened, but no words escaped—just a choked gasp as he grinned down at me, his blue eyes dark with desire.

“What the fuck—?” I finally managed to get out, my voice raw, my head spinning. My husband was supposed to be home. He was supposed to be the one fucking me.

Mark did not stop. If anything, he pushed harder, his cock filling me so that my vision went blurred. “Couldn’t help myself,” he growled, his voice low and rough, like gravel. “Saw you through the window. Bending over. Looking so fucking hot. I had to have you.

My breath caught in my throat as I clutched the sheets and didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer. His hands moved up to my hips to my ass, kneading into the flesh as he kept pistoning his hips against mine. “You are so wet,” he growled, as if accusing. “You feel so fucking good, Claire. I couldn’t let this opportunity go.”

I should have screamed. I should have struggled him off. But my body had other plans, jerking back into him as he struck one place deep within me that caused my thighs to shake. “Mark…” I whispered his name, escaping on a sigh I’d been holding for too long.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice teasing, almost taunting. But he didn’t slow down-if anything, he went faster, harder, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me gasp. “Go on. Tell me to stop, and I will.

I opened my mouth to object, to insist that he remove himself, but only a moan emerged—low, anguished one that caused him to laugh darkly. “Yeah, that’s what I figured,” he growled, his hands drifting over me, exploring me as if he’d been searching for this moment his whole life.

One hand crept around to my front, his fingers locating my clit with unerring accuracy. I let out a cry, my hips jerking into his hand as he stroked me in tight, deliberate circles. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, his voice full of confidence. “You like being fucked like this. Like a slut.”

His words ought to have set me off at a boil; instead, it shot electricity direct to my very core. Nails dug hard into the mattress as I thought I was really going to let go, hard and urgent now, coiling tighter and tighter until I knew I was likely to explode. “Mark, I—” I began; he cut it short with an abrupt thrust, stealing my breath.

“Don’t speak,” he commanded, his tone hard but not cruel. “Just sense it. Let go, Claire.”

And I did. With a scream that degenerated into a sob, I came, my body trembling as waves of ecstasy broke over me, leaving me gasping and shaking in his arms. Mark didn’t cease, pounding into me through my orgasm, his cock relentless as he pursued his own climax.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he finally came, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his warmth. He collapsed against me for a moment, his breath hot against my skin, before pulling out and stepping back.