Spying on Milf Neighbor: Taboo Cheating Wife Catches Voyeur

By Suzy Bright

"Spying on MILF Neighbor" is a provocative and intensely passionate tale of forbidden attraction. When Billy, a young man, becomes obsessed with his alluring older neighbor, Persia, their relationship evolves into a world of power dynamics, forbidden desires, and explosive encounters. Dive into a story where control and pleasure collide, pushing boundaries and igniting a passion that neither can resist. A gripping exploration of taboo relationships and the intoxicating thrill of forbidden love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suzy Bright
• Release date: Apr 14, 2025

Suzy Bright

Suzy Bright is a provocateur with a pen, crafting stories that peel back the velvet curtain on desire, power, and the messy magic of human connection. With a wink and a whip-smart voice, she explores the intersections of lust and liberation, giving readers permission to indulge their darkest curiosities—no judgment, just juice.

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Spying on MILF Neighbor

Taboo Cheating Wife Catches Voyeur

Suzy Bright

Copyright © 2025 by Suzy Bright

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Contents

1.Chapter 1

2.Chapter 2

3.Chapter 3

4.Chapter 4

5.Chapter 5

6.Chapter 6

Chapter one

The sun was a blazing orb in the sky, its rays caressing every curve of Persia Minora's body as she lounged on her chaise. Her sheer kaftan, a shimmering gold affair, clung to her sweat-kissed olive skin, outlining her heavy breasts and the dense bush she proudly called her Persian rug. She was a vision, a feast for the eyes, and Billy, her neighbor's awkward, lanky son, was the starving man next door.

Billy was tucked away in his garage, or so he thought. His oversized band tee rode up as he furiously stroked his cock, eyes glued to the window that framed Persia like a painting. His Xbox controller lay forgotten beside him, a casualty of his hormone-fueled obsession. Pre-cum leaked from his uncut cock, pooling on the controller, a glistening testament to his desire.

Persia's phone buzzed on the small table beside her. She picked it up, her gold bangles clinking musically. A smirk played on her lips as she typed a message, her eyes flicking between her phone and the garage window.

Billy's phone chirped, making him jump. He fumbled for it with his free hand, his heart pounding in his chest. The message was from Persia. My eyes are up HERE, dear.

Before Billy could process the message, let alone respond, Persia was storming towards his garage. She threw open the side door, her kaftan billowing behind her like a golden cloud. Billy froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

Did you like what you saw, little mouse? Persia purred, her voice a smoky mix of amusement and mockery. She stepped closer, her eyes flicking down to his cock. Is this what you dream about, dear? Jerking off while you watch me?

Billy stuttered, his face flushing a deep red. P-Please, Mrs. Minora—I-I'm s-sorry—

Persia laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Billy's spine. Sorry? You don't look sorry, Billy. You look horny. She stepped closer, her kaftan brushing against his knees. Now, let's see what you've got.

Billy's hand trembled as he slowly began to stroke his cock again, his eyes locked on Persia's. She watched him, her expression critical. Two fingers on the base—amateur, she tsked. Here, let me show you.

She knelt down, her kaftan pooling around her. She wrapped her hand around his, her gold rings cold against his skin. She guided his hand, setting a slow, steady pace. Like this, dear, she murmured. Slow and steady. Make it last.

Billy's breath hitched, his hips jerking as he fucked into their joined hands. Persia's grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin. You want these tits, don't you, Billy? she asked, her voice a low purr. Earn them. Cum in 10 seconds or I leave.

Billy whimpered, his pace quickening. But it was no use. He was too far gone, too desperate. He came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing in their hands, his cum spurting onto his shirt.

Persia tsked again, releasing his hand. Pathetic, she said, standing up. But don't worry, dear. I'm not one to give up so easily. She smiled down at him, her eyes gleaming with a playful sadism. Let's... retrain you.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Billy panting and spent in her wake. He watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock already twitching back to life. He had a feeling this was just the beginning. And he couldn't wait to see what came next.

As Persia disappeared into her house, Billy picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He opened a new note, the words flowing from him like a river. Terrible poetry, yes, but it was his. His ode to Persia's hips, to her laugh, to her cruel, beautiful eyes. He was in deep, and he didn't care. He was hers, completely and utterly hers. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Little did he know, Persia had plans for him. Plans that involved her boudoir, her rose oil, and her wicked, wicked hands. But that, dear reader, is a story for another chapter. For now, let's leave Billy with his poetry, his aching cock, and his dreams of Persia's tits. After all, some lessons stick harder than others. And Billy's education was just beginning.

Chapter two

The scent of sandalwood and jasmine incense enveloped Billy as he stepped into Persia's boudoir, a room dripping with silk drapes and adorned with mirrors that reflected the dim, sultry light. His heart pounded in his chest, his palms slick with sweat. He was nervous, but beneath the nerves, there was a throbbing anticipation that made his cock ache.

Persia was reclined on a chaise longue, her body draped in a silk robe the color of pomegranates. Her hair was loose, a waterfall of black cascading down her back. She smiled at him, her lips a slash of red, her eyes lined with kohl. Welcome, dear,