How I Became a Neighbor's Whore

By Melquicided

That morning I did not return home. I was scared to meet my neighbor again in the elevator. He had to end all of this. It was one thing to have found a point of excitement, knowing that he was listening on the other side of the wall, and another, it was to have raised my skirt.
But that night when my husband lay down next to me and started kissing me, all the excitement that I had felt that morning came out of the blue. I needed his cock in the depths of my sex.
At that time I was happily married to my first husband, I was twenty-eight years old, and the eldest of my two children had already been born. Like many couples, we were starting a new stage full of hope, in which we had just bought a flat.
We had been living in our new home for so few days that I still didn't know any of my neighbors. Until one morning, when I returned from dropping off my son at kindergarten, I ran into a man in his fifties in the elevator.
As the elevator door closed and we started moving, I could see through the mirror in the back that the unsympathetic character was brazenly keeping an eye on me. That made me really uncomfortable, I even instinctively pulled my short skirt down, failing to cover a wider area of my exposed legs. He must have noticed my failed attempt.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melquicided
• Release date: Sep 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005660888

Melquicided

WRITING EROTIC FICTION BECAUSE I LIKE TO IMAGINE THINGS THAT I CAN'T FULFILL

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How I Became A Neighbor's Whore

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What I will proceed to tell may have happened in your neighborhood

At that time I was happily married to my first husband, I was twenty-eight years old, and the eldest of my two children had already been born. Like many couples, we were starting a new stage full of hope, in which we had just bought a flat.

As our economy could afford it thanks to my husband's well-paid job, we both decided that I would reduce my working hours.

In the mornings I would leave the child at the nursery, in the afternoons, I would pick him up from my mother-in-law, she was delighted to be able to spend a few hours with her grandson. When my husband left work, he would then stop by his mother's house to look for the child.

Therefore, I had every morning free. I had decided to take advantage of that time to enroll in a couple of subjects, which had been left hanging from my degree.

We had been living in our new home for so few days that I still didn't know any of my neighbors. Until one morning, when I returned from dropping off my son at kindergarten, I ran into a man in his fifties in the elevator.

Good morning, I greeted politely.

He didn't even answer me, just with an instinctive gesture he raised his eyebrows. I was going to press the elevator button on my stair landing, when I saw that it was already pressed, then I deduced that it would be a