Neighbor's Wife Craves Forbidden Ecstasy

Jake wiped the sweat from his brow as he pulled his truck into the driveway next door, toolbox rattling in the bed. At 28, he was the go-to handyman in this sleepy suburban neighborhood, fixing leaky faucets and busted dryers for folks who could afford his rates. Today, it was Lisa's place—his curvaceous neighbor with the killer rack and a husband who jetted off on endless business trips. Mark was gone again, probably schmoozing clients in Chicago, leaving his wife alone in that big house. Jake had seen the longing in her eyes before, the way she'd linger by the fence in her yoga pants, chatting him up like she was starving for attention.

He knocked, and the door swung open to reveal Lisa, 32 and fucking stacked. Her tight white tank top strained against her massive, heaving tits, nipples poking through like they were begging for a mouth. Tiny denim shorts hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the kind that made a man's cock twitch just looking. Her long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her full lips curved into a sultry smile. "Jake! Right on time. Come in, that damn pipe under the sink is flooding the kitchen again."

She led him inside, her hips swaying hypnotically, the scent of vanilla and horny woman wafting back. Jake followed, eyes glued to her ass cheeks peeking from the shorts' frayed edges. "Mark's away for a week," she said casually, glancing over her shoulder with a wink. "Just me and my neglected pussy."

He chuckled, setting his toolbox down in the pristine kitchen. "That so? Sounds rough." Understatement of the year—Jake had overheard their fights through thin walls, Mark too buried in work to give her the pounding she clearly needed. Lisa poured him a glass of iced tea, her fingers brushing his as she handed it over, lingering way too long. "God, Jake, you're so strong. All muscled up from this handyman shit. Mark hasn't touched me in months. I crave a real man who knows how to handle a woman like me."

Her touch sparked fire in his veins, her green eyes locked on his with shameless hunger. Jake felt his dick stirring in his jeans. "Lisa, you're playing with fire," he muttered, but she just pressed closer, her tits grazing his arm.

"Fix the pipe first," she purred, "then maybe I'll show you how wet I am from watching you work."

Jake dropped to his knees under the sink, wrench in hand, twisting the fittings tight. Water dripped sporadically, but the real leak was the tension building. Lisa hovered nearby, "helping" by handing him tools, her body invading his space. Then it happened— she bent over to grab a rag, her fat ass "accidentally" grinding right back against his crotch. Jake groaned, his cock hardening instantly against the soft, yielding flesh of her cheeks.

"Oops," she whispered, not moving an inch, instead rocking back subtly. Her breathing grew heavy, ragged. "Fuck, Jake, I can feel how big you are. Mark's got a pencil dick— I need a thick, throbbing cock to stretch me out. I've been fingering myself every night thinking about you."

He dropped the wrench, hands gripping her hips. "Jesus, Lisa, you're soaked through these shorts." Indeed, a dark wet spot bloomed on the denim, her arousal scent thick in the air. She spun around, eyes wild, and shoved him back against the cabinets. Before he could blink, she was on her knees, yanking his zipper down with frantic fingers.

"Shut up and let me taste it," she growled, fishing out his rock-hard dick. It sprang free, nine inches of veiny girth, pre-cum beading at the tip. Lisa's eyes lit up like a slut in heat. "Holy shit, look at this monster." She wrapped her plump lips around the head, sucking greedily, tongue swirling over the slit. Jake's head thunked back against the wood as she bobbed deep, hollowing her cheeks, slurping noisily. Gagging herself on half his length, drool spilling down her chin onto those massive tits.

"Fuck, your mouth is heaven," he groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. She hummed around his shaft, vibrations shooting straight to his balls, popping the button on her shorts to finger her sloppy cunt while she blew him. Spit-roasted his cock like a pro, deepthroating until her nose pressed his pubes, tears streaming but never stopping.

Jake couldn't take it. "Up here, now," he snarled, hauling her to her feet. He crushed his mouth to hers in a sloppy, tongue-fucking kiss, tasting his own salty pre-cum on her lips. Their tongues battled, hands roaming wild— his squeezing her tits through the tank, pinching rock-hard nipples; hers jerking his slick cock. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her soaked crotch against his thigh. "I need you inside me, Jake. Fuck me like my worthless husband never could."

He spun her around, bending her voluptuous body over the kitchen counter. Her massive tits squished against the cool granite, ass arched high. Jake ripped her shorts and panties down in one yank, exposing her dripping pussy— pink, swollen lips glistening with juice, clit throbbing visibly. "Look at that hungry cunt," he growled, slapping her ass cheeks red. She yelped, pushing back.

"Yes! Ram that thick cock in me!" Lisa begged, spreading her thighs wider.

Jake gripped her hips, fat cockhead nudging her folds. He thrust forward savagely, burying balls-deep in one brutal stroke. Her pussy clenched like a vice, hot and velvety, juices squirting out around his girth. "Fuuuuck! So tight!" he roared, pounding doggy-style with reckless force. Each slam made her tits bounce wildly, slapping the counter, her ass rippling from the impacts.

"Harder! Pound my married pussy!" she screamed, nails clawing the granite. Jake obliged, hips snapping like a piston, his heavy balls smacking her clit. The kitchen echoed with wet slaps, her filthy pleas—"Deeper, you stud! Wreck me!"—and his grunts. He reached around, rubbing her engorged clit furiously while railing her, her walls fluttering wildly.

They collapsed to the tile floor in a heap, Lisa scrambling atop him reverse cowgirl. She impaled her sopping cunt on his dick, sinking down with a guttural moan, her ass cheeks spreading wide. "Oh god, yes! Filling me up!" She rode him like a pornstar, grinding her hips in circles, clit mashing against his base. Jake slapped her jiggling ass hard, leaving handprints, then yanked her tank top down. Her enormous tits flopped free, swaying pendulously as she bounced.

"Pinch those fat nipples, Jake! Make me cum!" she wailed. He obliged, twisting the pink buds viciously, her pussy gushing rivers down his shaft. She slammed down faster, ass cheeks clapping, inner walls milking him relentlessly. Jake thrust up to meet her, cockhead battering her cervix.

"I'm gonna flood this cheating cunt!" he bellowed.

"Do it! Cum in me! Breed my neglected hole!" Lisa shrieked, her orgasm hitting like a freight train. She convulsed, pussy spasming wildly, squirting all over his balls as she screamed bloody murder. Jake exploded seconds later, ropes of hot, thick cum blasting deep into her womb, overflowing and leaking out in creamy rivulets.

They collapsed, panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Lisa rolled off, grinning wickedly, her pussy lips puffy and gaping, his seed dribbling out onto the floor. She scooped some up, sucking it off her fingers with a moan. "Mmm, your cum tastes so fucking good. Mark's due back in a week, but this? We're doing this every time he's gone. Sneak over, fuck me raw behind his back."

Jake pulled her into a final, cum-smeared kiss, tongues swirling with their mixed flavors. He stood, zipping up, admiring her wrecked, satisfied form. "Count on it, slut. Next time, I'm tying you up and edging that greedy pussy all night."

As he headed for the door, Lisa called after him, legs still spread wide, fingers circling her cum-filled slit. "Promise you'll make me beg for your cock again, Jake?"