When my neighbor Heather (not her real name) and her husband moved in next to me, my first impression of her was of a plain, almost matronly woman. I couldn't tell if she had a nice body or not because it seemed she was dressed to hide every aspect of her body. My best guess told me she was in her mid-fifties. She looked drab. I didn't know if that was by design or something else.

But she was quite friendly. The first time we met, she surprised me. She was accompanied by her realtor, and I introduced myself, offering to share any questions about the neighborhood. After our introduction, she hugged me. I don't know how it happened, but in spite of the baggage of clothes she wore, it actually felt good, and a spark ignited. That first encounter started the change in how I looked at her.

Eventually I met her husband, and she met my wife. After that first meeting, whenever our spouses weren't around and we were alone, I'd get a warm embrace and that led to a kiss. It started as a simple peck but evolved to a lip-crushing kiss. I could feel a hunger in her. I guessed her husband wasn't satisfying her; even with his wife, he seemed timid, emotionally cool, and distant. Maybe he never had pleasured her. My wife and I had a healthy sexual relationship, but something about Heather had aroused a primal something in me. Her kisses revealed she might be open to more.

As time passed, I started to notice a change in Heather's appearance. She restyled her hair and colored it. The once-hidden body wasn't exactly now exposed to the world, but her wardrobe and shoes highlighted what turned out to be an attractive body. She was a bit on the edge of having a full-blown Rubenesque appearance.

I liked it.

Very much.

I might have been dreaming, but I had the feeling the changes were for my benefit. We were discreet, but we were often seeking reasons to say 'hi' and touch each other as often as possible.

My wife noticed Heather's transformation and even commented, "Heather's looking good. I wonder who it's for?" As far as her husband was concerned, it seemed as if he was the same introverted, boring person I had met the first time we were introduced. A nice enough guy, but he had no 'pop' in his step, and he hadn't changed in nearly the year we had known him. I started thinking of him as the Invisible Man next to his evolving wife.

One day I was outside, and Heather drove up. It looked like she had been shopping because her car was full of bags. I went over and offered to help her carry them in her house. It didn't hurt that when she stepped out of her car she looked especially sexy. She was dressed in a flowing sundress that was tight around her breasts and low-cut, revealing an inviting V-shaped cleavage. She also wore sexy sandals showing perfectly pedicured feet, a personal weakness of mine. I made several trips in and out of her house carrying bags.

When finished, I was in her kitchen, and she walked up to me and said, "Thanks for being so sweet to help me." She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her by her waist, and we kissed. Longer and deeper than ever before. My cock immediately expanded and pushed into her soft belly. After a minute of torrid kissing, we broke apart, and she said, "You should go before our neighbors start talking." As far as I knew, I was the only person on the block that worked from home, and the neighborhood was deserted, but I agreed we shouldn't give anyone any fodder for gossip. Before we broke apart, she reached down and squeezed my hard dick for the first time. I left her with a raging hard-on in my pants. I knew it was only a matter of time before we explored and fucked each other, regardless of the consequences.

That night when my wife came home from work, I took her straight to bed and fucked like we hadn't in a long while. I literally tore off her clothes and treated her like a whore because I knew she liked a little rough sex. I even left a bruise, a hickey on her lower neck.

She lay next to me, sexually sated like when we first dated, and said, "I don't know what you're taking, but keep it up. You haven't fucked me like that in years." I thought of Heather grabbing my cock earlier in the day, and surprisingly got hard again. I propped my wife on her hands and knees and pounded her doggy style. I pushed my cock in one thrust and bottomed out without giving my wife a chance to get ready to accept my cock.

"Oh fuck! What's gotten into you? DON'T STOP!!! FUCK!"

A week passed, and it was Friday morning. I had been fucking my wife nightly, fueled by the thought of ravaging Heather. She had planned to spend the weekend away with our daughter and said, "It's a good thing I'm leaving. Another night with you and I won't be able to walk."

Jokingly, I said, "I better find someone so you can rest."

She replied, "That might not be a bad idea." Then she kissed me and left.

I worked all day thinking of a good way to connect with Heather, trying to come up with a reason to see her. Late that afternoon, my phone lit up, and I received a text from her.

Hi. My husband is out of town, and your wife told me she was babysitting all weekend. Do you think you could come over and help me hang a picture?

I immediately texted a response.

I would be happy to assist a neighbor in need. What tools should I bring with me?

Just the one that's always with you. Don't let anyone see you. Come after it gets dark, she responded.

I quickly cleaned up and shaved. I manscaped and dressed in a linen shirt and cargo shorts. I went commando.

As the sun was setting, I used the backyard gate separating our homes and made sure our other neighbors couldn't see us getting together, even though it was for the 'innocent' reason to hang a picture.

When I walked in her open door, I saw she was dressed in a body-hugging silk robe and heels that were fuzzy and white. I could see every contour of her fifty-plus-year-old body. I could see fleshy breasts that only slightly sagged under their weight. She had a soft stomach, a round ass, and pale legs that I had never seen this exposed. She wasn't every man's dream, but she was mine. I could feel my cock stirring from simply looking at her.

"Hi baby. Are you here to help me?"

"Yes, I am."

We were taking our 'innocent' meeting to an extreme length.

She pointed out the picture to she wanted to hang and held it up while I stood behind her. I deliberately molded my body against her as she held up the picture, my cock grinding into her buttocks as she pushed backwards.

She jokingly said, "Is that a gun in your pants or are you glad to see me?" In response, I fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through the light fabric of her robe. She groaned, set down the picture, and turned. Our lips locked, and we kissed frantically. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I suckled and sucked it like it was the first time I had French-kissed anyone.

My hand slipped into her robe, and I squeezed her soft, plump left breast with my right hand. I had never been so turned on in my life.

It felt unbelievably erotic to be in a forbidden encounter with Heather.

"Do you want to be a good neighbor and fuck me silly?"

My response was to reach down and feel fluid dripping from between her legs. She had a shaved pussy, and I pushed two fingers into her sopping slit. Then I brought my fingers to her mouth, and we both licked her drippings.

"Is your wife gone tonight?"

"You know the answer, but yes, she is."

"Do you think the neighbors next door saw you come over?"

"No, I made sure of that."

"I've never cheated," she said. "But is it cheating if you don't get caught?"

"Why are we talking?" I took her hand and said, "Show me where I'm going to ruin you for any other man."

"Baby, you need to fuck me good, okay?"

Calling me 'baby' sounded slutty coming from reserved Heather. I decided to wreck the freak she had become. I hoped she would talk dirty the rest of the night.

We were possessed. Something had sexually lit us on fire, and we were ready to do anything to satisfy our mutual lust. She led me to her master bedroom. It was decorated in a decidedly feminine style, dimly lit in dark hues of red and black. My mind flashed to the image of a brothel.

She must have been reading my mind, because she said, "I sleep in here alone. He has the other bedroom. I have my toys to keep me company."

"He's insane," I said.

"Baby, I need to be totally fucked; I'm tired of using my toys," Heather said. "Can you, will you totally fuck me? Can I be your little whore, Baby?"

I loved the slutty attitude she was showing. As she spoke, she opened her robe, and it fell to her feet. I finally saw her nakedness and knew it had been worth the wait. Her body was soft and totally sexy-looking. She had small rolls that begged to be touched. She had the body of a mature woman, not an inexperienced girl. I kicked off my shoes and ripped off my clothes. My seven inches of cock stood straight out, pulsing with my heartbeat. I had used it to fuck my wife as a prelude to what I had craved; I wanted Heather.

She dropped to her knees and smiled as she grasped me. He tongue flicked out and touched the tip of my cock, sending electric shocks through my body.

Heather, never taking her eyes off mine, slowly sucked me into her mouth. She was skilled at cock sucking. Her cheeks hollowed out as she suckled me. After a minute, I touched the back of her throat. I gently grabbed fistfuls of her hair and face-fucked her. She did not gag, but she was now drooling saliva onto her magnificent chest.

I wanted to cum in her mouth, but that would come later. I lifted her to her feet, and she said, "Baby, why did you stop me from sucking your luscious cock?"

I didn't answer and pushed Heather onto her back and spread apart her legs. I removed her heels and started kissing her sexy toes and feet. I sucked her big toe in my mouth as she moaned. After a minute of caressing her feet, I kneeled on her bed and brought her feet together to masturbate for a few moments. I held her feet together while I fucked them. This is one of my favorite kinks.

"Oh my god! I've never done that before."

"Do you like?"

"Absolutely."

"You're going to like this better." Dropping her feet, I kissed my way up her legs, behind her knees, and up her thighs. I felt a smoldering heat coming from her sex. She had completely shaved or waxed her pubic hair and was completely bald and smooth. Her labia, her pussy lips, dangled before me like loose flower petals, and I sucked them into my mouth and pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her slit. I grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs toward the ceiling and rimmed her rosebud.

"Oh god! Fuck!!! That feels so good. Eat my ass, Baby!"

I licked and then poked her ass with my right index finger, probing her back door as she squirmed in pleasure. I buried my finger two knuckles deep. She groaned from the pain and pleasure of having my finger plunging into her dark canal.

"Baby, eat my pussy! Please! It's been so long."

I kissed her labia, her flower-petal-shaped pussy lips, sucking them into my mouth again before pushing my tongue as deep as I could to get into her pussy. I found her clit and suckled it.

I fingered her asshole again, and suddenly felt a river of fluids flushing from her body. She started to shake as a wave of ecstasy rolled over her. She was squirting clear, warm liquid like a fountain, and I drank her as best I could. Her bed was suddenly a puddle that we were lying in. I experienced my first squirting woman.

And loved that I had made it happen.

I wiped my face with her comforter and crawled up to kiss her.

"I'm so dirty. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I sometimes erupt."

"Don't worry. I loved it."

She wiggled out from under me and said, "My bed is a mess. Let's move."

She stood and took my hand and walked me to her husband's bedroom.

"I changed the sheets today. Come fuck me in here."

The tame woman I met when she moved here was now a wild, sexually aggressive woman who wanted me to use her on her husband's bed. A slut that needed fucking. I was happy to oblige.

Heather pulled back the sheets on the bed. "You are going to fuck me, right now. Do you understand?"

My reaction was to push her so that she fell onto her back. I crawled between her legs, and she grabbed my cock and rubbed it across her wet labia, her pussy lips. Before she could say another word, I pushed.

I felt the sensation of my cock sliding into a tight, warm, and wet velvet glove. Heather was as I had imagined. I touched her cervix as I bottomed out inside her sex. She groaned unintelligible words and wrapped her legs around my waist.

We were fucking bareback, and we were immediately going at full speed. Heathy would thrust upwards to meet me as I rammed her. I fucked like a madman, and she was in the same insanity.

I slowed, not wanting the pent-up pressure in my crotch to explode. I wanted to savor her body, her sex, her passion. The world ended. The only thing I knew was that I was buried between the legs of someone who was enjoying the feeling of total possession.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" Heather screamed. "I'm so close! FUCK ME!!!"

The dirty talk that came from her set me off, and I started dumping a huge load of sperm in Heather as she climaxed.

I collapsed on Heather. We were struggling to breathe, and we slid against each other's sweaty body. I kissed her deeply and then stayed spread across her body.

How had we evolved to this point?

"Baby," she said, "I can die happy. I've never experienced anything like this before. Can you spend tonight with me?"

Just then, I heard my cell phone ringing in the room where my clothes were. I knew it was my wife.

I looked at Heather and said, "Yes. But what will your husband think? I'm sure he'll notice how his bed has been used."

"He may watch if you give him permission, but he has no say in the matter. What about your wife?"

I had two thoughts: 1) Heather's husband was about to be cucked, and 2) I would be working very hard to keep two women satisfied.