My Neighbor's Wife

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color and sweat, grey doe eyes crossed. . . and on some occasions, rolled back in her head, her back arched, her nipples hard and glistening with saliva, and mo

k his dick in her mouth-like a good girl, but I wondered if he saw the hate that flashed in her eyes sometimes. I wonder

in her room daily, only let out when he wanted to fuck her in a different place-say the sitting room with ceiling to floor windows that I could see through without even trying. Too many t

he curtains back is that of her naked body as she exits the shower. Wet. Dripping. There are days when I wonder if she knows I live her

ely drank until she passed out. But. . . there were times she laid in her bed, bunched up her favorite nightdress-an ivory, translucent material that barely covered her plump ass-parts her le

And when I woke, I went straight to th

about her, but I've nev

ngs to. Her legs kicked back and forth and she would often toss the books, covering her lips as she squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down her bed before she resumed

out in her pantie

for her. She keeps a bottle of pills on her nightstand. I don't know what they are, but too many times, after a terrible fight with her husband that ended w

ne day wake and she would no

he isn't mine. She is my ne