The Man From Next Door - 1

This story is a translation of one of my favorite stories. In eight parts I bring the story to the Dutch readers. If the story also appeals to you, check out the original. Can be found by googling neighborly literotica.

Neither of us had been in rooms. Growing up in this metropolis, that was certainly not necessary with everything you need around you. A dilapidated, small and noisy apartment was our first shared shelter. Although we were in the prime of our lives, our relationship suffered from the lack of privacy. After hard work I got the promotion I was promised and with that we finally had the opportunity to buy our own house.

Fleur and I met in the last year of secondary education. Her friend was throwing a party and sort of hooked us up there. I remember exactly what went through my mind when I saw her for the first time, and I will never forget that impression.

To say my wife is beautiful is an understatement. Fleur is truly a goddess. Her long hair and bright eyes always sparkle. Her silky soft skin envelops her 1.74 meter tall body. She used to skate and that has brought her a beautiful slim body and especially phenomenal buttocks. Still, her full breasts draw the most attention. No bulky breasts, no, those breasts that you say Wow to. Beautiful, full breasts, perfectly matching her lovely figure. All that makes my 27 year old wife a dream come true. And way, way out of my league.

I am simon. I work in the office at a financial company that deals with investing. Most clients have an average income and I help them get some return on their assets. I may consider myself an attractive man, at least that's what I'm told. I am half a head taller than Fleur and have enough masculine aspects. I won't call it wide, but it can wear reasonably in shape. Although the stress of moving has taken some of the focus away from keeping fit.

Although I was a sufficiently attractive man, my friends and colleagues never hesitated to point out that I was lucky with a woman like Fleur.

Wow, is that your wife?

I often heard. I couldn't complain, of course, although it would have been nice if someone would praise me like that. Of course I was super proud that Fleur was mine. Without a doubt I had used up all my luck and regularly rubbed my eyes a second time when I woke up next to her.

I was really looking forward to our new home. Finally a place for the two of us where we could do what we wanted. No more listening ears and no nuisance from all the neighbors to the left, right, above and below us. As I mentioned, our love life was a bit hampered and I couldn't wait to rekindle the fire. It had been a while since I'd grabbed her, thrown her on the couch, and taken her in the middle of the day.

That's what I was daydreaming about at the office when my phone rang.

Good afternoon to Simon.

hey with me

said Fleur.

Hey, sorry, I didn't see your number.

I was glad to hear her on this quiet day.

What time do you think you'll be home? I'm making something delicious to celebrate that we finally have our own house.

My wife was a bit traditional when it came to the division of roles in the household. Don't get me wrong, she thought very progressive when it came to social aspects, sexual orientation and racial equality. However, she just loved doing housework and cooking. She was especially good at cooking and did it often.

Not too late, I still have a few things to finish and then I'll be right there.

OK! Love you.I love you too

I said and put the phone back on the desk.

The conversation took me out of my daydream and brought back focus to continue with my work. A while later my phone vibrated again, this time just a message. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. My heart rate immediately shot up. I was greeted by a picture of a pair of full breasts, barely concealed by a black see-through bra. It didn't take me long to realize that Fleur was "sexting" me by sending a picture of her breasts. Something she had never done before. Under the photo was the text:

Don't be late.

I immediately felt an erection coming on. I quickly changed my gender and texted back

I'm coming!

I shut down the computer and stormed out of the office.

The ride home didn't take fifteen minutes but felt like an eternity. Finally I parked the car in front of our house. When I got out and walked in I was welcomed by an unprecedented erotic picture. It was dark in the house even though it was only late afternoon. Fleur had drawn the curtains and the room was lit by burning candles. My eyes scanned the spacious room until they fell silent on my wife. Fleur was lying on her stomach on our new sofa with her buttocks facing me. My mouth fell open. Her buttocks drew all the attention as did her crotch, both concealed in the black sheer thong that matched the bra. I had bought the set for her a few years earlier, but she thought it was too sexy and hardly ever dried it. My penis immediately jumped to life. I quickly took off my coat and began to open the fly of my pants. Fleur looked back and smiled devilishly at me. She said nothing but gently shook her lovely buttocks back and forth. This was sexy, very sexy. We never did anything like this.

I took off my shirt and jumped out of my pants. I was completely undressed in record time. I heard Fleur giggle from the couch. I walked over to the couch, swaying my erection with every step I took and finally grabbed her buttocks tightly.

Fuck how sexy you are!

I said through clenched teeth, fueled by my lust.

Again she shook her buttocks.

Do you like it? I thought it would be a good time to put the set back on.

This view is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

My hands kneaded her buttocks as I said it. I sat down behind her and gave her a firm slap on the buttock. I never did that either, I even felt my hands tingle. Fleur's head snapped back as she groaned as she endured what sounded like a delicious pain. I placed my penis against her cloth-covered vagina and slid back and forth.

Take me baby I've been waiting all day for this,

she said almost wailing.

I placed the fingers of my left hand behind the fabric of her thong and pushed it aside. Her labia were already moist and barely covering her clitoris. I put my head against her entrance and pressed inside. Her hot and wet love tunnel sent blissful feelings through my body. Laughing with delight, I thrust into her again. It wasn't long before I was pumping into her with utter abandon. Fleur groaned and gripped the fabric of the couch with pleasure. I looked down at her buttocks and saw my penis emerge with each thrust and then disappear from view.

I wasn't exactly small. My penis was just above average in size. My wife, however, was well provided for in every category. She was incredibly well-endowed with her sexual forms and I regularly cursed to myself that I hadn't had the same genetic luck. I had seen enough porn in my life to know that there were penises in a much larger size than mine.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and grabbed her hips. Faster than desired I felt my orgasm coming up from the rapid thrusts in my wife. I hoped I could hold out until Fleur came, as I often could, but today's unexpected, erotic surprise left me much more aroused than usual. She looked back, probably recognizing that I was nearing my peak.It's okay sweetie. Come on, I want you to cum inside me.

Her tone was deep and engaged. She bit her lip mischievously after the words left her mouth.

I gave in, let go, my legs trembling as the waves of my orgasm spread from my balls. I came hard and felt my penis discharge deep inside her.

She moaned as she felt me ​​cum and continued the receiving movements of her buttocks to milk me out after I fell silent blocked by my orgasm. I leaned over and kissed her feminine back as my orgasm faded. We stayed in this position for a while.

Mmm that was nice,

she said.

I got up and agreed with her.

Say that, that was very nice!

I gave her a final slap on the buttocks, grabbed the fabric of her thong again and let it cover her leaky vagina. She also came up and leaned over to give me a kiss. Her breasts came into view, covered in the bra I had seen in the photo earlier that day.

I don't know what was going through your mind but the picture you sent today was crazy, it made me crazy hard,

I said still impressed with her.

She had to laugh.

Don't know. I've been excited all day,

she said, blushing.

I think the fact that we now have our own house put me in a sexy mood. We should have moved much sooner!

Hahaha, totally agree.

Fleur went to the hallway.

I'm going to take a shower, can you keep an eye on the food in the oven?

I looked after her and saw her disappear from sight. Her luscious body with those incredible buttocks, shaking with every step she took. It turned me on again despite my orgasm barely a minute ago. God, what a lucky man I was.