I love my husband, I really do, but sometimes I feel like I need something more, like all housewives do. It’s kind of sad to feel that before I’ve even turned 40, but such is life. I’m 36 years old and I’ve been married for ten years now. I had a job when we got together, but two years after we were married Mark (my husband) convinced me to quit it so I could care for the house and the children we would soon be having. Well, we never ended up having kids (it turns out he’s infertile) and taking care of the house and cooking dinner is not nearly as stimulating as you might imagine.

Because of that I end up spending much of my day feeling kind of bored. I’ve taken up a few hobbies like gardening, tanning, and shopping, but these don’t provide the kind of satisfaction or sense of accomplishment that leads to true happiness. Raising kids probably would have done that for me, but as I mentioned that was a bust. So instead I just daydream about cheating wife on my husband. I think about how I would do it, whether or not I would keep doing it or just make it a one time thing, whether or not it would actually be any good. It’s been an awfully long time since I’ve been with another man, so who knows how my body would react nowadays.

For the past few days I’ve been putting together a plan and thinking very seriously about putting it into action. You see, two days ago a new neighbor moved in next door and he just so happens to be devastatingly handsome. He’s single, at least as far as I can tell, and he drives a nice Mercedes so I know he’s successful. Yesterday I caught him a peering over our fence while I was tanning in the back yard, so I know he has some interest in me. Since then I’ve been mulling over a plan of seduction in my head. I’m thinking that I’ll go over there under the pretension that I need to borrow something, or I need him to lift something heavy for me, and then let loose my feminine charms and see if he responds. It’s not much of a plan, I know, but as a beautiful woman I don’t think I need much more.

I don’t hate my husband, I’m not even really mad at him to be honest. I’m just dissatisfied with the general state of my life and I’m finally ready to do something about it, albeit something fairly destructive. But what is life if we don’t live it with some danger, right? So I decided that I would attempt to seduce my neighbor and get him to fuck me the next day. That night I jumped my husband when he got home, riding his cock on the couch until he blew a hot load of cum inside of me. As it turns out my plan was reinvigorating my life even before I had put it in action. It had been quite some time since Mark and I had fucked like that and he was quite pleasantly surprised (I was too if I’m being honest). I slept well that night, dreaming of hot steamy sex with my manly neighbor.

The next day, after Mark had left for work, I stepped into my closet and began searching for the perfect dress to wow the man next door. I settled on a low cut summer dress that had a purple based flower pattern. It hugged all my curves perfectly, accentuating my full breasts, slim waist, and flared hips. I teased up my hair, put on a slightly slutty coat of makeup, and headed out the door with a store bought pie in hand. I was going to use the old “welcome to the neighborhood, here are some baked goods” trick to try and get in his house for a fuck.

I stepped up to his front door, pie in hand, and rang the door bell. After a few seconds I heard him coming down the stairs and I was greeted by a hunky man wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. His hair was wet so I guess I had caught him just coming out of the shower. Before he could say anything I introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Margaret. I live next door and I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood with this pie. I know it’s not much, but it’s always nice to have new neighbors.”

He looked a little dumbstruck; apparently no one else in the neighborhood had visited yet. After a brief pause he spoke up. “Well, thank you Margaret. My name is Dan by the way. I just moved here from Seattle. Umm, would you like to come in? That is if you don’t mind the boxes all over the place.”

I graciously accepted his invitation and stepped into the house. There were indeed boxes all over the place but the floors were new hardwood and the walls look freshly painted. Obviously he had done some work before moving in.

“Why don’t you take this pie to the kitchen while I run upstairs and put some pants on. It’s a little embarrassing to be standing around in my underwear.”

It was time for the first salvo in my master plan. “It’s okay; you don’t have to put your pants on. I like your boxer shorts,” I said, running my hand from his shoulder to his elbow, a very flirty move for anyone familiar with the behaviors of women. Dan was definitely one of those guys, at least judging by the sideways look he gave me. I’m pretty sure he knew right then what my intentions were. When he motioned for me to head to the kitchen it was as good as an acceptance of my subtle invitation for amateur sex.

When we reached the kitchen he cut two slices of pie and we chatted for a while, discussing his career, my former career, gardening, and a whole host of other stuff that was mostly meaningless fluff. When I finished my piece Dan took my plate and turned around to watch it in the sink. When he did I stepped up behind him and boldly reached my hands inside his boxers, grasping his cock. He dropped the plate, nearly breaking it, and grasped the edge of the sink. The one thing he didn’t do was make any motion to stop me, so I knew I was in.

When I pulled my hands out of his shorts he turned around and grasped my head, planting an open mouthed kiss on my mouth. While we made out he unzipped my dress and slid it down my body, leaving me wearing just a pair of thong panties (I had gone braless). I had removed his boxers and peeled off his t-shirt, so now we stood practically naked, making out fiercely. He broke the kiss and picked me up by my wife ass, spinning around and placing me on the counter. When he let go of my ass he turned his attention to my tits, sucking on each of my nipples with great hunger. I rolled my head back and moaned, delighted at his attentions. He had a talented tongue; I couldn’t wait to feel it on my pussy.

Speaking of my pussy, as Dan continued to suck on my nipples he worked my panties down my legs and threw them on the floor with my dress. Once again he picked me up, this time carrying me out to the living room and lowering me onto the couch. It was there that he finally found my pussy, rubbing a finger in small circles around my clit before letting his tongue meet the button. He ran his warm thick tongue back and forth over my clit before licking at my slit and sucking up my delicious juices. He moaned when he tasted my twat; Dan clearly had a love of eating pussy (man I know how to pick em).

As much as I loved the pussy eating, I wanted to do a little snacking of my own. I grabbed Dan’s head and pulled him up to my mouth again, kissing him full on the lips. Then I motioned for him to sit down next to me and I began working on his cock. I leaned over into his lap and took his thick dick into my mouth, first working the head and then pushing down onto the shaft. I moved my head up and down in slow, loving motions, covering his thick shaft with spit and following my mouth with my hand, stroking him continuously. As I sucked and stroked him Dan moaned, loudly in fact, and held onto the back of my head, softly guiding my mouth for his pleasure. I reveled in the guidance, enjoying his gentle touch and the pungent, musky taste of his cock.

Of course, the ultimate reason I was over was to get my pussy fucked, so after a lengthy, loving blowjob and pulled my head out of Dan’s lap and got up onto my knees. In one swift movement I was sitting in his lap, my pussy flesh pressing against his balls. We began kissing again as I grasped his cock and ran it along my wet slit, coating him with my juices. Each time the cockhead neared my hole he thrust his hips a little, trying to ease himself into me deftly. For a few minutes I teased him, almost allowing him in before pulling away again. Eventually I relented and allowed his thick cock to slide into me, pushing all the way into be soft pussy. When he reached full penetration I threw my head back and let loose a guttural moan, letting my primal pleasure be known. Dan grasped my hips and began moving me up and down, fucking me up and down on his cock. I loved every minute of the fucking. It was better simply because he was a different guy, in addition to being a skillful lover. Just to have a new cock in my pussy was enough to make my nipples rock hard though, the skillful part was a bonus.

After I rode him for five minutes I climbed off, eager to change positions. I got on my hands and knees on the couch and told him to enter me from behind. Doggystyle has always been my favorite position, and it stayed that way with Dan. The extra penetration I feel when getting fucked from behind is enough to make me crazy with desire. My erogenous zones go into overdrive, and within a few minutes of getting pounded from behind I announced I was going to orgasm. Dan said he was getting close too and we ended up cumming together, my body spasming while he emptied his load into my pussy.

After it was over we lay on the couch, me holding a towel to my pussy to soak up the leaking cum, and enjoyed the post sex bliss. I lay in Dan’s arms and took in his musky scent, which was some kind of manly perfume. After thirty minutes of that I got up for a drink and Dan followed. He wrapped his arms around me at the sink and immediately I was turned on again. Judging by his hard cock poking into my back, so was he.

We fucked three times that day, adjourning to his bedroom for the last two. I plan on continuing to fuck Dan, especially since he always seems to be home while my husband is at work. The ironic thing is that it has improved my sex life with Mark, so in a way, everyone’s happy.