If my husband knew what I thought about naughty neighbor phone sex, he would freak. 

I know he would disapprove of my tended garden in my tight Daisy Duke jean shorts and a tight white tank top in the hopes that Brad would be outside. If he only knew that I bent over, intentionally putting my ass into the air for naughty neighbor phone sex. That young hot stud was everything my husband wasn’t. He was tall, dark, and had tattoos covering both of his muscular arms. My husband is an average guy, and we had boring vanilla sex. But he never gives me the kind of fuck I need. I need to be pounding. I wanted someone to throw me up against the wall, bite my nipples, pull my hair, and put my long legs up on their shoulders and pump my pussy hard and deep. Furthermore, I wanted that someone to be Brad. Our sexy young neighbor and I wondered if he knew?

I kissed my husband goodbye for work. He was a good man in so many ways.

Watching from the doorway as he pulled his silver Lexus out of the driveway and disappeared down the street. I wore my favorite leopard print silk panties and a rob. The smooth texture felt so good against my pussy. Brad’s jeep was still in the driveway. Even his car was sexy. All I could think about was having naughty neighbor phone sex with that young stud. I let out a grunt of sexual frustration and retreated into the house. Maybe a nice shower would help, and I could turn the nozzle down and let it beat on my throbbing pussy while I imagined Brad fucking me. That sounded like the perfect start to my day.

I walked toward the kitchen. The cool tile floor beneath my feet felt good.

I pulled my long blonde and secured it with a clip. As a result, the cool air felt good on the nape of my neck as I was just about to venture upstairs for my naughty neighbor’s phone sex fantasy. I heard a knock at the door. It was more of a tap, and I wasn’t even sure I’d heard it, so I paused and listened. Nothing. Fuck, I was losing my mind. I had just begun ascending the stairs when I heard it again.

As a result, I walked toward the front door, frustrated over the interruption to my naughty neighbor phone sex masturbation.

I flung the door open while simultaneously bursting out, “What the fuck do you want?” I was shocked, aroused, and confused to see Brad standing on the other side. He was looking down at me from beneath his slanted eyebrows and damp hair. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his body was even more impressive than I imagined. Consequently, I envied the black cougar tattoo that crept over his shoulder and down onto his pec. The cat’s mouth surrounded his pierced nipple. It instantly made my kitty purr and throb with desire. With a much sweeter voice, I asked. “What do I want, sugar?” I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice before, and it was deep and masculine.

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