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.

She took him deeper, choking wetly as her throat convulsed around his thick shaft, those green eyes watering with pure slutty bliss while she pumped the base with both hands. Jake tangled his fingers in her auburn hair and thrust gently, fucking her face with slow rolls of his hips, watching drool rope down onto the deep valley of her cleavage. Lisa moaned around him like a woman starving, pulling off with a filthy pop to slap his spit-slick cock against her tongue and cheeks before diving back on, bobbing faster, her massive tits bouncing with every greedy suck.

"Christ, your mouth is heaven," he growled, hips jerking. She pulled back just long enough to peel her tank top up and over those heavy tits, freeing them so they hung full and bare, nipples stiff and dark. Then she mashed them around his cock, tit-fucking him hard while she licked the head poking from her soft cleavage. Jake's balls drew tight. He hauled her up by the arms, spun her around, and yanked those tiny denim shorts down her thick thighs in one rough tug. No panties. Just a smooth, dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening, the wet spot on her shorts already dark and reeking of need.

Lisa braced her hands on the kitchen counter, arching that fat ass back at him, looking over her shoulder with pure hunger. "Fuck me, Jake. Pound this neglected cunt like you own it. Stretch me open on that monster cock." He kicked her feet wider, rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices, then slammed home in one brutal stroke. Both of them groaned as his nine inches bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping her clit. She was scorching hot, velvet-tight, fluttering around him like she hadn't been properly fucked in years. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started hammering, long deep strokes that made her ass ripple and her tits swing wildly under her.

"Yes—fuck—harder!" Lisa wailed, pushing back to meet every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty house. Jake reached around, pinched and rolled her stiff nipples, then slid one hand down to rub tight circles on her swollen clit while he railed her doggy-style. Her pussy clenched and gushed around him, juices running down her thighs. He pulled almost all the way out, watched her pink hole gape and clutch at nothing, then drove back in to the hilt, grinding deep so she felt every vein.

"Mark never fucks you like this, does he?" he snarled against her ear, spanking one juicy cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Never stuffs this greedy hole full and makes you cream all over a real cock."

"Never—oh god—never!" she sobbed in ecstasy, legs shaking. "Only you, Jake. Use me. Breed this cheating pussy while my useless husband is gone." He picked up the pace, fucking her so hard the counter rattled, dishes clinking in the cabinets. Lisa came first with a broken scream, her whole body locking up as her cunt milked him in powerful waves, squirting around his shaft and soaking his balls. He kept pounding her through it, chasing his own peak, the wet heat and filthy dirty talk shoving him right to the edge.

"Gonna fill you up," he warned, voice rough. She slammed back harder, taking every inch. "Do it—flood me—mark me inside!" Jake buried himself to the root and exploded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her spasming cunt, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around his cock in creamy rivulets down her thighs. He ground against her ass, milking every drop, then slowly pulled free. His spent cock slapped against her soft cheek as more of his load dripped from her well-fucked hole onto the kitchen floor.

Lisa stayed bent over, panting, looking wrecked and glowing, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She reached back and scooped some of his cum with two fingers, tasting it with a moan before turning to face him. "That pipe can wait," she purred, pressing her sticky body against his, tits smearing their combined mess across his chest. "Stay the week. Mark won't be back till next Friday. I need this cock every night." Jake grinned, already half-hard again at the promise, and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. He scooped her up, carried her toward the living room couch, and kicked the toolbox aside. By the time he laid her down and slid back into her cum-slick heat, they were both lost in another round of pure, forbidden, sweaty ecstasy, the neglected wife finally getting the thorough pounding she'd craved while the neighborhood stayed none the wiser.