Chapter 1

My pale-skinned, long-legged neighbor often came over wrapped in a towel to borrow my shower.

My wife was away on a long business trip, leaving me horribly frustrated and pent-up.

So, when she came over tonight, I took the initiative and pushed open her bathroom door.

......

At 11:30 PM, the familiar knock sounded.

“Wyatt, the water got shut off right after I washed my hair. Can I use your shower?”

I looked at the woman in front of me.

Her wet hair clung to her face.

Her bathrobe wrapped tightly around her generous chest, looking like it would burst.

My Adam's apple bobbed as I stepped aside with a hoarse voice.

“Sure.”

“Thank you, Wyatt.”

She walked in with a smile, but gasped after taking just two steps.

I turned around and saw that her towel had caught on a chair.

It dropped to the floor, leaving her standing there dripping wet.

She wore a sexy thong and lace lingerie underneath.

The bra couldn't even contain her heavy breasts, and her curves were perfectly on display.

My eyes glazed over as I stared hard at her.

We were both adults, and I instantly understood her hint.

But then I thought of my wife, who worked tirelessly outside every day for our family.

The fire rising in my heart was quickly doused.

“Go ahead and wash up. I'm going to check on our son.”

I fled in a panic, ignoring the affectionate look from the woman behind me.

But as I coaxed my son to sleep, my mind was full of her proud body.

My arousal pitched a tent without me even realizing it.

Instead of fading, this burning heat grew stronger, leaving my mouth dry.

I chugged two bottles of ice water, but it didn't help.

Seeing that my son was asleep, I tiptoed out of the bedroom.

I instantly spotted her graceful figure reflected on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

That faint silhouette made her look even more seductive.

In the next second, I realized she was actually massaging her own plump 36Ds!

Faint moans leaked from the poorly soundproofed bathroom.

“Mmh, I want it so bad. I ache so much down there.”

I swallowed hard, feeling an itch spread all over my body.

My wife traveled constantly, and even though I was only in my thirties, it had been a long time since I had any intimacy.

Even though I couldn't see her full body, my mind was filled with her perfect round ass and heavy breasts.

My mental defenses completely collapsed.

I pushed the door open immediately.

The woman didn't seem surprised at all, melting into my arms like water.

She panted softly, her hands roaming over my body to light a fire.

Seeing this, my eyes turned red with lust, and I grabbed her chest.

I couldn't even hold one with a single hand.

I lowered my head and pressed my mouth against her, biting down hard.

“Ah, gently. You're making me want to scream.”

“You won't have to scream if I block your mouth.”

Wet, slapping sounds echoed in the bathroom.

My hard length pressed tightly against her sweet spot.

“You tease. How long has it been since a man took care of you?”

“You came to my house in the middle of the night just for this, didn't you?”

She immediately let out an unbearable whimper.

“Wyatt, you must be so lonely with Brooke away.”

I slipped my fingers into her mouth.

“Let me satisfy you today.”

Our hot bodies pressed tightly together, right on the verge of starting.

Suddenly, a loud knocking came from the front door.

“Hubby, open up! I forgot my keys!”