Did My Wife Really Enjoy Riding Her Neighbor’s Cock?

The memory of that afternoon still makes my skin tingle. The sun was high, and the backyard was quiet, except for the distant hum of the neighbor’s lawnmower. I remember the way the grass felt beneath my bare feet as I walked over to the fence, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had been watching him for weeks, the way his muscles flexed under his t-shirt, the way his jeans hugged his ass. And now, here I was, ready to fulfill a fantasy that had been building for months.

Did I Really Want This?

I leaned against the fence, my eyes locked on his. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat. I could see the bulge in his shorts, and it made my mouth water. ‘You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna come over here?’ he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I didn’t hesitate. I climbed over the fence, my dress riding up, exposing my thighs. He grabbed me, his hands rough and demanding, pulling me close. I could feel his hardness press against me, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

The Thrill of Being Taken

He pushed me against the fence, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I moaned as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. He flipped up my dress, his fingers finding their way to my wetness. ‘Fuck, you’re so ready for me,’ he growled. And then, without warning, he was inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He pounded into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, urging him deeper. The world around us faded away, and all that mattered was the raw, primal connection between us. It was a ride I’ll never forget, a memory that will haunt me forever.