“Aaah aah, mmmmh mmmhmmh oh yeah baby oh yeah!” Oh fuck, I can’t even believe this…how the hell did I end up here?
“Aah aah , oh oh, oh, ahhh ahhh” Jesus fuck I think I’m losing circulation. He better not come already! Damn it, I never thought that would cross my mind.
I never thought any man would be inside me. He feels…umm is delicious a word for this? I’ve never felt anything like this before. His lips, his tongue, his fingers, and god his fucking dick. How is this even possible that I love this?
What am I doing? I’ve been kissing this man and now I’m... I’m fucking him? This should not be happening. This is not my world. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Maybe I’ve gone too far. Maybe I’ve crossed a line.
I focus on his face as he draws back the dark hair, those beautiful lips, the dark brows shadowing those green eyes. He stops moving, buried deep inside me. “Look, Jamie,” he says. “I love you.” That is who he thinks I am. Jamie, his wife.
I want to tell him to go deeper, harder, faster, slower and fuck me forever. I want to find a way to stay here forever. I want to tell him the truth that I’m not his wife. I’m the neighbor. That sloppy messy neighbor that he absolutely hates.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow, someway, right now I actually am his wife. No lie I’ve beat off to the thought of this woman countless times. It’s hysterical to think of myself in that bathroom slamming on my cock wishing I could fuck this woman. I wonder if she is doing that right now??? I wonder if she is even me???
“Oh fuck!” I shout as he continues to grind into me. I’ve stolen this intimate moment with her husband. I somehow claimed her body, her hair, her smell, her pussy, even her damn DNA. I am inside of her deeper than her husband could ever be. I’m in control of her. I am Jamie. I don’t want to fucking go back; I want this to be mine forever now. “Aah aah , oh oh, oh, ahhh ahhh” I moan. “I love you, baby. Give me more!”