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The Man Next Door Comes Again

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At fourteen minutes to nine, Laura and her husband had sex.There was never very much in the way of foreplay – just a few perfunctory kisses and gropes before he slid into her. It was for the best; too much delay and he’d probably make a mess on the sheets. At least this way, he got inside.Laura didn’t generally feel much when he whipped his penis out; she had never associated it with pleasure or excitement. She didn’t feel much when he stuck it in either, for her hubby hadn’t been blessed with a large or even an average member.But what he lacked in size, he made up for in speed. If he were to ever actually last, there was actually a chance even his puny excuse for a cock might have been enough to get his poor wife off. And fate wasn’t kind enough, Laura thought bitterly, to give her that.Ten pumps, she thought to herself. That was her game, the only amusement she ever got from their tragic excuse for a sex life. Guess whether he’ll make it to ten pumps.He didn’t.The digital clock had read 20:46 when her husband poked his weak cock into her; it still said the same when he slipped out, cock already softening and shrivelling, as he spent his load inside her unsatisfied pussy. You’d be forgiven for thinking the clock was broken, but no – he was just that fast. He moaned as he came, wheezing and panting as if he’d run a marathon instead of a half-minute sprint, then slumped down amongst the sheets. They hadn’t even been particularly hard thrusts; she’d barely felt them.And güvenilir bahis that was Laura’s sex life. She’d done her research and found any number of tips and tricks to help her husband’s little ‘problem’, but unfortunately for her, he’d refused to actually use them. The first step to fixing a problem is recognizing it for what it is, and his inflated male pride would not allow him to understand just how inadequate he really was.As for other acts? Not a chance. He hadn’t eaten her out in years, and if he’d ever heard of a clitoris, he’d certainly never gone looking for one. The only orgasms the neglected wife ever had, came after her husband had gone to sleep.Until last night.As she walked to the bathroom, the lovely, deprived brunette shivered as she remembered what had happened. How the next-door neighbour had pinned her to the wall and kissed her with a passion and assertiveness her own husband had never possessed, how he had lifted her in his arms and laid her down upon the table, how he had fucked her right, fucked her good. The thrill, the pounding of her heart as he reminded her what sex could be, should be, had been overwhelming; she had never come so hard, or so often, in her life. As she showered and rubbed herself to the orgasm her husband had never even tried to give her, she thought of the man next door and smiled.It was the next evening when he came around again.When it came to working, Laura’s husband started and finished late, a stark güvenilir bahis siteleri contrast to his performance in the bedroom. The next-door neighbour returned home almost two hours earlier than he did, time which he and Laura made full, glorious use of.”Finally,” she breathed as he slipped in through the back door, and before she could say anything else, he had swept her into a fierce, forceful kiss. She responded passionately, desperately, with a need born of the knowledge that he could bring her the pleasure she had been denied for so long.Laura’s husband didn’t like it when she looked too sexy. Her trousers were baggy, her shirt was too large, and she didn’t wear much makeup. Her underwear was bland and functional, drab bras and cotton panties. Hubby knew on some level that if other men lusted after his wife, there was no way he could compete, so he tried to control anything which showed off her beauty. No sexy dresses, no pretty outfits. Not that he could have handled them anyway. But she had never stood a chance of escaping the neighbour’s eye.Off came the shirt, the trousers, the bra. Huge breasts with dark tips bounced in the cool air of the kitchen, zaftig hips wiggling as he slid a hand between her legs and touched the enormous damp spot where her needy pussy soaked through its cotton prison. Warm, smooth, sweet-smelling skin pressed against him as he studied a face which needed no makeup to be beautiful, a face whose lustful expression iddaa siteleri was plain to see.”Take me,” she begged him softly. “Make me yours.”So he swept her off her feet and did just that.After carrying her easily up the stairs, he lay her down on her marital bed. Then he ripped off his clothes. Her breath caught to see his cock spring loose – a real cock, she thought, far longer and thicker than her hubby’s puny member. But most importantly, one which lasts. As her hands stroked it, a little clumsily from lack of practice, she reflected that her husband never got this hard. And that if he did, it would only be as a prelude to an immediate orgasm. Instead, the man next door’s lust was tempered, controlled.His hands roamed over her body, making her shiver with joy. Years stuck with a worthless partner seemed to have given her a strange analogue to his inadequacy: in a truly thrilling situation like this, even the slightest stimulation brought her near-uncontrollable joy. Her moans were music to her lover’s ears as he teased her pussy through her panties, and when he finally pulled them down, the cool air on her slit almost did it for her then and there.Then he went down on her, and that did do it.”God!” she shrieked as the feel of his lips on her clit made her cum. Her thick thighs wrapped around his head and he went to town, tongue lashing at her soaking pussy and delighting in its overflowing arousal. Her orgasm was a long, loud, shuddering thing, and he ate her through it only to keep going. With a deft tongue and swift fingers, he worked on her lovely cunt, homed in on the clitoris and treated it right. Before she knew what was going on, Laura was coming again, her body wracked with orgasmic joy.

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