This happened to me while I lived in Utah several years ago.

My employer had asked me to manage a branch of the company that was failing in Salt Lake City. The promotion, and the money, convinced me to take the opportunity.

I was single at the time, but I decided to buy a house in a slightly higher-than-middle-class neighborhood. After moving to Utah, I discovered that the Mormon Church pretty much dominated my new neighborhood. It was full of working fathers and stay-at-home mothers.

I had negotiated my job to have one day per week where I worked from home. This quickly provided the opportunity to meet many of my female neighbors, well before I met their husbands, when they brought me welcome baskets consisting mostly of baked goods. And I might add, delicious baked goods. They were all surprised I was single.

I was amazed at the women I met. They fell into two categories. They were either extremely attractive or they were ordinary, not unattractive, but ordinary-looking. These women looked like they were more servants than partners to their husbands. The attractive women I met appeared to be bored. One thing in common I learned was that they all craved attention. Their lives consisted of being homemakers, mothers, and obedient wives. They also dedicated a large portion of their time to the ‘church.’ ‘Me’ time was nonexistent or at least a low priority for these ladies.

I was pleased they reacted positively to my compliments and my attention to them whenever I had any interactions with them. After a while, I was greeted with hugs and innocent displays of affection. My simple flirting seemed to make their day.

I enjoyed it, and as long as their husbands weren’t around, they did too. They were much more reserved when their husbands were home.

One woman that caught my immediate attention was my next-door neighbor Abbey (not her real name). She managed her home and three small children, aged eleven months to four years.

After having had three children, she still had a body well worth appreciating. She was a blonde with an athletic body constantly clothed in yoga pants or shorts and tight-fitting tops. Her breasts looked full, fleshy, and had to be 36DD. I don’t think she realized how pretty she was. She also had hands and sexy feet that she kept perfectly manicured, a personal weakness of mine. Her hair was what I would call a dirty blonde, straw-colored hair with dark streaks.

Abbey was quite simply a gorgeous woman.

Her husband Jack was a good enough guy, but it seemed he was always at work, playing church softball, or filling a leadership role at church. He was preoccupied with everything except Abbey. I started to think he was too self-absorbed to pay even a little attention to Abbey.

Abbey and I had met one day when she was unloading kids and groceries. A grocery bag broke while I was getting the mail from my mailbox. I rushed over and picked up the scattered items while she corralled her kids.

I ended up carrying all her bags into her house. As her older kids were now occupied watching TV and the baby was napping, she privately thanked me with a hug.

It felt amazing, and we clung to each other for an extra heartbeat. When we broke the hug, we both sensed an electric feeling had passed through our bodies, and my bone-hard cock had pressed into her.

As I held onto her, she said, “Thanks for being my knight in shining armor.”

“Glad to help a damsel in distress. Let me know anytime you need me. Anytime.”

We parted awkwardly. My crotch pressed into hers felt natural, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. At least she hadn’t pulled away, and she didn’t seem uncomfortable.

After that first encounter, whenever we saw each other, she would wave or we’d chat for a few minutes. If no one was watching, we’d share a hug.

And they tended to be a bit longer each time it happened.

As we became more and more comfortable with each other, I took note of the fact that she started looking different, even more attractive, though I knew nothing about her had changed. I actually wished a few times that it was a shame we hadn’t met before she was married.

An interesting thing about our neighborhood was how homes were situated. The homes on my block were staggered in such a way as to provide complete privacy. Neighbors couldn’t look into each other’s yards without making a concerted effort to do so. And even more interesting was that the prior owners of my home had installed a gate that opened between my home and Abbey’s property. The latch could be locked from either side, but it never had been secured.

One evening, I was sitting in my backyard, and I heard Abbey call out, “Hey, neighbor.”

I walked over to the fence and saw her. She looked fantastic, dressed in a long, yellow sundress that hugged her bust before flowing to the ground. Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail. “What’s up? How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” she replied. “The kids are with my mom, and Jack is playing softball. I’m not used to being alone, so I thought I’d say hi.”

I was intrigued she had let me know she was home alone.

“Hi back. Why don’t you come over and chitchat with me? I’ll get you something cold to drink.”

“I probably shouldn’t,” she said.

“Come on, I have a jug of lemonade, and I promise I won’t spike it. I promise not to tell if you don’t.”

Abbey opened the gate and reluctantly walked to my patio and sat while I fetched her drink.

We talked about nothing for thirty minutes, and then she said, “I’d better go. Everyone will be coming home soon.” Through our whole conversation, I could tell something was off.

We stood up, and we hugged. The contour of her body fit perfectly with mine, and I kissed her. I gave it no forethought, though it could have been awkward.

It wasn’t.

In a moment, she was kissing me back. Her lips actually felt like they were smoldering against mine. We kissed with a hunger that surprised both of us.

She suddenly pulled away and said, “I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.”

Then she said something that blew my mind.

“I’m pregnant again.”

Then she started crying.

I was dumbfounded for a second, and I took her back in my arms and held her tightly. She stopped crying after a minute, and when she looked up, we kissed again. Our tongues fought for supremacy as her breasts were crushed against my chest. My cock swelled and pushed into her stomach.

“I should go,” she said. “But I don’t want to. I feel overwhelmed, and I can’t talk to anybody about it.”

“You can talk to me. Anytime you want.”

“I can’t believe it! We have sex once a month, and I feel like a dead fish, and now I’m pregnant again! I can’t believe it! And it’s going to get worse! When I’m pregnant, he won’t even touch me.”

“Trust me. You don’t feel like a dead fish. You feel fantastic. He’s crazy; I wouldn’t keep my hands off you.”

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry.”

I still held her and said, “I’m not sorry at all. If I can ever help you, just call.” Then we kissed again. I felt her hand reaching down, and suddenly she was squeezing my rock-hard seven inches of cock. Following her lead, I started feeling her fleshy breasts. They were full and firm. I pinched her nipples as a moan escaped her lips.

“I want to, but I can’t. I need to go. Please don’t be upset.” Then she gave me a warm kiss and left.

I was dazed. I had held a beautiful woman in my arms, and a sexual fire had been lit. Her husband didn’t appreciate what and who she was. I didn’t know what to do, but I resolved to give Abbey any support I could.

And if the opportunity presented itself, I would seduce her and show her how she should be treated.

And how she should be treated in bed.

I didn’t see Abbey for almost a week after I had learned she was pregnant. Then I saw her folks packing the kids into their minivan late Thursday afternoon. I saw Abbey waving goodbye, and then she walked into her house. For whatever reason, she was alone, and I knew her husband would not be home for at least several hours.

I went into my house and quickly took a shower and changed into a light T-shirt and shorts. Ten minutes later, I went to the gate between our properties and walked to Abbey’s private back door. Before I could knock, she answered the door. She was dressed in a simple white blouse, black, tight-fitting slacks, and open-toe black heels that showed off her sexy feet. She was obviously dressed to go somewhere. And she looked good enough to eat.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” The tone of her voice was struggling to sound dismissive.

“It’s simple,” I said. “I wanted to see you. Make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. My folks took the kids. I have to go for my first visit to my doctor.” Her tone was flat, lifeless.

“Is Jack going with you?”

“Yeah, right. No, he’s not going.” She looked discouraged and sad. Suddenly, she sounded defeated. “He’s out of town at a softball tournament.”

“Fucking idiot,” I said under my breath.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, pardon my French, your husband is a fucking idiot. It upsets me to no end that he doesn’t recognize what he has! And that he treats you like a piece of property that he doesn’t take care of. I’m sorry for my language.”

The tenor of her voice changed, and she said, “I have to go. My appointment is in a half hour. Will you be home when I get back?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

She walked up to me and kissed me and said, “Good. My folks are keeping the kids tonight to give me a break. Come over when I get back home.”

“No,” I said. “You’ll come to my house, and I’ll make you dinner, okay?”

“Okay.”

After she left, I rushed to the store and bought the best steaks I could find. I also got the fixings for a nice salad and baked potatoes and found a Chantilly cake for dessert. I would have bought a bottle of expensive wine, but I knew she didn’t drink because 1) she was pregnant and 2) she was Mormon.

I prepped everything for dinner, and then I anxiously waited for her return. An hour and a half later, I saw her pull into her driveway. Two minutes later, she was walking in my back door. She had changed into a loose-fitting sweatshirt and yoga shorts. She wore flip-flops and looked like the most beautiful woman in Utah.

As soon as she was in the house, I swept her into my arms, and we kissed.

Deeply.

Passionately.

We separated and sat on my couch. She caught me up on her doctor’s visits, and, thankfully, everything was normal.

“Are you hungry?” I asked Abbey.

She looked at me shyly and said, “Yes. But not for food.”

I stood and took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

I kissed her and asked, “Abbey, I want you to relax and let me worship your body. May I do that?”

“Yes. Make love to me, but first I want you to take me. I want to be fucked first.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I slowly began to undress Abbey. I peeled off her sweatshirt, revealing a lacy bra holding her marvelous breasts in place. I reached around her and unfastened her bra and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts were full and sagged slightly under their weight.

I suckled her nipples. First the right one, then the left. A low moan escaped Abbey’s lips. I wanted to mark them, put a hickey on one. I lifted her left breast and sucked her underboob. Abbey didn’t stop me. After a minute, an angry purple spot appeared the size of a quarter. When her tit fell back into place, the hickey was hidden.

Abbey had a glazed look on her face and said, “You’re so bad.”

I pulled down her yoga shorts. Her stomach was toned, but had light stretch marks from her previous pregnancies. But they did nothing to distract from her incredible body.

She was commando; she had no panties on. Her mound was bare except for a thin landing strip that was trimmed and blonde. Her labia were puffy and moist, and I felt heat radiating from her sex.

Abbey was now on her back, and I spread her legs apart. I quickly stripped. I kneeled and started kissing and licking Abbey’s sexy feet. Moans were slipping out of her mouth as waves of pleasure rolled across her body.

I kneeled and kissed her feet and then started sucking her toes. I suckled her big toe like a small cock.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?”

I ignored her and started kissing my way up her legs. My face was now licking her thighs as Abbey’s body vibrated.

I changed my attention away from her legs, started kissing her labia, her pussy lips. I kissed her clit and then sucked the almond-sized nub into my mouth.

Suddenly, an orgasm hit her body. I clamped my mouth on her sex as her thighs squeezed my head like a velvet vise.

“Oh god!! I’m cummming!!”

I held on and was suddenly hit with spurts of warm, clear fluid. Abbey had squirted for the first time in her life.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ve never done that before. I’m sorry!”

I used the comforter on my bed to wipe my face. Then I crawled up her body and kissed her. We could taste the juices that had flowed from her body.

“Mmm, I like how you taste. What do you think?” I said.

“It’s good, but I need you to fuck me.”

I was going crazy with the words spilling from her Mormon mouth.

“Get on your back,” Abbey ordered. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled. Abbey was now on top of me, cowgirl style. She started grinding her bald slit up and down my steel-hard cock. Heat and moisture made a slick surface between us.

Abbey rocked her hips and lifted slightly. My cock was pressed against her cunt. She rocked forward, and I was sliding into the tightness of her vagina. I could feel her body surrounding my cock. It didn’t matter she had borne three children; she was as tight as a virgin.

“You feel sooo good! Fuck! Fuck me, Abbey!”

Her hips were moving at a blur. My cock was pistoning in and out of my pregnant neighbor. I moved my hands from her hips to her full breasts, and I pinched her extended nipples.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming again!!”

Her body contractions were all I needed, and I started pumping my sperm into her body. She shook as if a tsunami had struck her body. Sweat fell off her body and mine and mixed, and she collapsed onto me.

I kissed her gently. She probed my mouth with her tongue. I felt tears dropping.

“Oh my god. I’ve cheated, sinned,” she said. “But it felt so good.”

We held each other. My hands roamed her body.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. An hour later, I woke up to see Abbey getting dressed. I looked at her and asked, “Are you ready for dinner?”

“I need to go home.”

“Go home and make sure everything is okay, and then come back for dinner.”

She looked at me and said, “Okay.”

She left, and I got up. I dressed and washed up, then started dinner. Everything was ready, and all I had to do was grill the steaks.

A few minutes later, Abbey returned. She looked beautiful, but I could tell she was upset. She sat, and I asked, “Is everything good?”

“Yes. The kids are good. They’ll be with my folks tomorrow until I call for them. And, as usual, Jack must be preoccupied.”

“Good. Relax, and I’ll make your dinner.”

We had dinner and talked. She was feeling guilty, and she was feeling sated at the same time.

“Today is the first time I’ve cum since I can remember. I don’t know how I’ve gotten pregnant four times.”

“Don’t think about that. Will you stay with me tonight?”

“No, come with me to my house. I want you to have me in my own bed. But I don’t know what happens after tonight.”

We slipped out my back door.

We entered her house, and it was neat and tidy despite the fact that three small children and a self-obsessed man lived there. I held her hand as we walked to her bedroom. I noticed a white, silky garment hanging on a hanger on a hook by her closet.

“That’s mine, but I didn’t wear it today.”

Her marital bed was made with fluffy pillows and a white bedspread. She pulled back the sheets and turned and faced me. Then she undressed and slipped into bed without a word. I followed her lead and stripped and settled next to her.

I was lying in Abbey’s bed, and I climbed onto her and started kissing her sensual lips while my right hand moved to her smooth pussy and slipped my middle finger into her wet slit. I searched for and found her G-spot and started fingering her with the motion of summoning someone to come to me. She groaned and clenched her legs together like a press. I kept working, and she climaxed and screamed out words I couldn’t understand. Her body felt waves of pleasure wash over her.

She grabbed my swollen cock and positioned herself between my legs. She licked my cock head and tasted the precum seeping out of me.

“Mmm, I forgot how much I love sucking cock. You’re delicious.” Looking up at me, she slowly engulfed my entire seven inches of bone-hard dick into her warm mouth. I felt sensations like ripples of electricity pulsing through my entire groin. Abbey’s oral skills were unmatched. She suckled me with no gag reflex whatsoever as the saliva drooling from her mouth started pooling on her bed.

I stopped her long enough to reposition her so I could feast on her pussy. We were now in the 69 position, and she resumed her oral attack on me while I tasted and licked her from her clit past her swollen and leaking labia to her perineum and finally her tart-tasting rosebud. She ground her crotch on my face as she was frantically sucking my cock with the strength of a strong vacuum.

Not wanting to cum, I stopped her from taking me further and turned her onto her back.

“Baby, please fuck me!”

I propped her legs on my shoulders, and she guided my cock back to her needy cunt. In one stroke, I impaled myself in her. I started pumping like a rapidly moving piston in and out of her, frantically, like rabbits or dogs in heat. I felt a rolling rush starting from the bottom of my feet, and I exploded in Abbey. As she screamed, she experienced a seismic jolt of sexual release.

I collapsed on her as if I had just run a sprint for my life. Our bodies were drenched with sweat, and Abbey’s hair was as wet as if she had been in the shower. She rolled on top of me as I held her tightly.