Chapter 47 FUCKING MY OLDER NEIGHBOUR PART I
KINKS: cheating, age gap, dildo play, seduction
I stood on Mark's doorstep, my heart pounding harder than it should for just borrowing a computer. My internet had crapped out mid-work, and with my husband out of town again, I didn't want to waste the evening staring at a blank screen. But really, it was an excuse.
Months without his touch had left me aching, my body screaming for attention. Mark, my neighbor next door, was the perfect distraction—fifty years old, fit as hell, with that silver hair and a smile that made my knees weak. The age gap only fueled the fire; he had this experienced vibe that my boring husband could never match.
I knocked, shifting my weight so my sundress hugged my curves just right. The door opened, and there he was, broad chest filling the frame of his button-up shirt. 'Annie? What's up?' His voice was deep, confident, like he already knew more than he let on.
'Hey, Mark. My internet's down, and I need to finish some emails. Can I use your computer for a bit?' I said, stepping closer than necessary, letting my long brown hair fall over one shoulder as I looked up at him with what I hoped was a sultry gaze.
He chuckled, that smile spreading slow and knowing. 'Sure, come on in. It's in the office.' As he turned, I followed, my eyes tracing the muscles in his back. God, he was attractive—silver streaks in his hair catching the light, his presence commanding the whole house. We walked down the hall, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. It had been so long since anyone looked at me like they wanted me.
In the office, he pulled out the chair for me, his hand brushing my arm lightly. Electricity shot through me. 'Thanks,' I murmured, sitting but not typing right away. Instead, I leaned back, crossing my legs so my dress rode up a little, showing more thigh. 'You know, Mark, it's been forever since I've had a real conversation with someone who actually listens.'
He leaned against the desk, arms crossed over that broad chest, eyes locking on mine. 'Husband keeping you busy?' There was a tease in his tone, but his gaze dipped to my lips, then lower.
I laughed softly, standing up and closing the distance between us. My body brushed against his as I pretended to look at the screen. 'Not in the way I need.' My voice dropped to a whisper, my hand grazing his arm. 'I've been thinking about you. About how you look at me sometimes, like you see right through this neglect.'
His breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hand came up, fingers tracing my jaw. 'Annie, you're playing with fire. What about your husband?'
The mention of him only made the thrill sharper—this forbidden edge, the cheating fantasy twisting in my gut like delicious guilt. 'He hasn't touched me in months. I need this. Need you to make me feel wanted.' I pressed closer, my breasts against his chest, feeling his warmth through the thin fabric.
Mark's eyes darkened, his commanding presence wrapping around me. 'If that's what you want, I'll give it to you. But on my terms.'
His lips crashed onto mine then, hungry but controlled, his tongue slipping in to taste me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting his shirt, pulling him tighter.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck, nipping at the skin. 'You're so damn sexy, Annie. That curvy body of yours—I've noticed.' His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to make me gasp.
I arched into him, whispering, 'Show me. Please, Mark. Make me forget everything else.' The age gap hit me hard—he was twice the man my husband could be, his experience promising things I'd only dreamed of.
With a low growl, he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. His fingers found the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slow, teasing. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my lace bra and panties. Cool air hit my skin, but his body heat chased it away as he unhooked my bra, letting my full breasts spill free.
'Beautiful,' he murmured, cupping them, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into peaks. I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder. He pinched one, rolling it between his fingers, sending jolts straight to my core. 'You like that? Been craving this touch?'
'Yes,' I breathed, my voice shaky with need. 'Don't stop.'
He turned me to face him, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it, sucking hard, then soft, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. My hands tangled in his silver hair, holding him there as pleasure built, my pussy already soaking my panties.
Mark's free hand roamed lower, slipping under the lace to cup my mound. 'So wet for me already. Frustrated little thing, aren't you?' He stroked my folds, fingers parting them to find my clit, rubbing slow circles that made my hips buck.
'God, Mark, yes. Touch me more.' I was bold now, seduction turning to desperation, the emotional pull of finally feeling desired mixing with the raw ache.
He dropped to his knees, yanking my panties down in one swift move. I stepped out, legs trembling as he spread my thighs. His eyes met mine, full of that confident hunger. 'Spread for me, Annie. Let me taste what your husband's been ignoring.'
I did, perching on the desk edge, legs wide. He dove in, tongue flat against my pussy, licking from entrance to clit in one long stroke. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming—wet, hot, insistent. He lapped at me like he was starving, sucking my clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
'Oh fuck, Mark,' I moaned, my fingers gripping the desk. Juices coated his chin, the slurping sounds filling the room, obscene and perfect. He pushed a finger inside me, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.