Friends, in this story, I’m going to tell you all how I enjoyed fucking the newlywed bride living in my neighborhood. Let me start by introducing myself. My body is well-built and decent-looking.
I’m 24 years old, 5’11” tall, with a 6-inch-long cock that’s 3 inches thick. Friends, today’s story is a bit long, but after reading it, your pussy will get wet and your cock will throb with excitement because this incident was wild and fun. Now, enjoy the story.
This happened when I lived alone in a rented single room. At the time, there were no neighbors around my house.
After some time, a newly married couple moved into the house next to mine. Friends, my work pressure was so intense back then that even after days of them moving in, I couldn’t properly meet them. I’d only seen them once or twice.
A few days later, I found out my neighbor worked night shifts, so his wife stayed alone every night.
One night, I was bathing due to the extreme heat when I heard knocking at my door. Since I was in the bathroom, I shouted, “Who is it?” but got no reply. I quickly put on my underwear and went to open the door.
When I opened it, I was stunned. Standing there was my neighbor’s wife, Pratima, dressed in a sexy saree.
Her soft, perky tits were visibly spilling out of her blouse. I couldn’t stop staring. I asked, “Aren’t you the new neighbor?” She replied, “Yes, I live next door with my husband.”
I invited her inside. “Did you need something?” She said, “Yes, I needed some sugar, so I had to come to you at this time.” I went to the kitchen to get it.
Friends, I couldn’t believe she’d come to my house like this. She followed me to the kitchen. When I turned around, we collided, and the sugar fell from my hands.
She apologized and bent down to help me pick it up. Her loose blouse revealed her round, creamy tits. I groaned loudly, “Ooooh…”
My cock hardened instantly, visible through my underwear. She pretended not to notice and asked, “What’s wrong?” I immediately knew—this girl was a total slut.
I gathered courage and said, “Ma’am, your blouse is… slipping.” She playfully asked, “What do you see inside my blouse?” I replied, “Your soft, fair tits.” She said, “Sorry.”
I started complimenting her, saying, “Your body is flawless. You should model. You’re fair, beautiful, and there’s not a single flaw in your entire figure.” She blushed, thrilled by my words.
I asked, “Where’s your husband?” She said, “He’s on night duty. I can’t sleep alone… I get scared.”
Since we’d opened up to each other, she started sharing her feelings. I said, “Stay here tonight. Time will pass, and you won’t feel lonely or scared. You can leave tomorrow morning.”
She refused. “What will we do here?” I said, “Stay, and I’ll show you.”
She finally agreed. I lifted her into my arms, shocked she didn’t resist. I carried her to the bedroom, pulled her saree’s pallu down, and groped her tits over her blouse. She moaned, “Ahhh… uff!”
I unhooked her bra, revealing her creamy tits with light brown nipples. I sucked them hungrily while she stroked my cock, her soft hands making it twitch.
I brought chocolate, sharing it with her. We kissed, swapping the melted sweetness between our mouths. I removed my underwear, and she drooled at the sight of my thick cock.
She deepthroated me skillfully—no amateur could suck like that. I stripped her saree and petticoat, running my hands up her smooth thighs.
My fingers slid into her panties, yanking them off. I spread her legs and fingered her dripping pussy. “You’re so tight and hot inside,” I groaned.
She squirmed, moaning “Oooh… uhhh!” as I ate her out. She shoved my face deeper, demanding, “Lick me harder!”
I drizzled tomato sauce on her tits, licking it off. She coated my cock in chocolate, sucking it greedily. I slammed into her virgin pussy, making her scream.
“Take it all, you slut!” I growled, pounding her ruthlessly until we both came.
Now, I fuck her every night. She loves it—no protests, just moans. We’re both addicted.