I’m not a religious guy, but even I know that you’re not supposed to covet your neighbor’s wife. Still, I wonder if they, whoever the proverbial “they” may be, would give me a pass if they saw my neighbors wife. I mean, come on! With a body like hers – toned from tennis and the personal trainer she no doubt can afford – who wouldn’t covet her if not just a little?

Now, you might think that I’m describing someone young and lithe. Lithe she may be. And I have no doubt of her agility, which I have imagined an aid to certain sexual exploits more than a time or two. But Alice, the perky and petite brunette who lives two doors down, is actually a good fifteen or twenty years my senior. As a man in his early 30s who is accustomed to sleeping with women in their 20s, my undeniable lust for this older vixen took me by surprise.

It’s not really my fault, however. I didn’t even know that Alice was married at first. She comes and goes, ostensibly because she has an active social life, and I only occasionally see a man join her at home. I honestly thought he was a lover and not her husband; he’s so rarely home.

It wasn’t until I ran into him one day during my morning jog a few months after I bought the house – my first and the first among my friend group – that he introduced himself and related that “The Missus” had informed him of the young, new neighbor. At that point, I’d spoken more words to him than her, so it struck me that she had thought to mention me. I chatted with him cordially for just a few minutes before continuing my run, envious that he had managed to bad such a woman. I figure he must frequently travel for work to be gone so often.

While her husband was away, Alice didn’t think twice about being friendly to a strange man. Although she hadn’t gone to the lengths of bringing over a casserole when I moved in, she would sometimes wave when both of us happened to be outside and occasionally chat about the weather. During one particularly long stretch when her husband wasn’t at home, Alice formally introduced herself to me, and our conversations grew a bit longer.

It was clear that she was flirting. I assumed that she was missing male attention and wanted a little shameless but harmless flirting to validate her appeal as a woman. No doubt, she was appealing, and I spent enough time on the gym and money on haircuts to turn more than a few heads myself. I was happy to oblige my neighbor in a little flirtatious banter. Anyway, it gave me more opportunity to gaze at her gorgeous body. And while I didn’t mean to make it obvious, there were times when I’d find my eyes had dropped to her body when she was talking. When I’d look back up, Alice would be smiling, having noticed the direction of my gaze.

But Alice didn’t seem to mind, and we fell into a bit of a routine whenever I was winding down for a jog – she left me alone to my workout if we crossed paths when I was just exiting my garage – or she was gardening. Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when she rang my doorbell one afternoon. Her visit seemed to deliberate, and we had only communicated to that point during chance meetings. I was curious about the point of Alice’s visit when I looked spied her cute face through my peephole.

When I opened the door, Alice beamed at me as though I were an old friend, and I found myself grinning back. I couldn’t help it.

“Alice. What pleasure brings you to my door today?”

“I’m afraid it’s not much of a pleasure, Jason. I’ve got a small problem, and I was wondering if you could help. As you may have noticed, my husband was out of town.” There was something in the way she spoke that last part that piqued my interest.

As it turned out, Alice’s Hot Tub was acting up. While that wasn’t my forte, I figured it might have been something simple like a blocked drain that I could easily fix. I suspected that Alice thought I was more hands-on than I really was. While I could change my own oil and do minor fixes around the house, I preferred not to and often hired someone to do those jobs. They took up valuable time that I could dedicate to work or the gym. Anyway, I hadn’t spent a lot of time learning those skills when I was busy earning my degree and working my way up the corporate ladder.

Plus, even if I just gave things a once over as if I knew what I was doing and declared the problem out of my wheelhouse, this would give me a chance to check out Alice’s house. I wondered if she and her husband were as well-to-do as I had suspected. And following her out of my home, down the street, and into hers gave me a chance to gaze at her shapely ass. I wondered if she did squats at part of a workout. Or perhaps she was old enough to still use a step machine at the gym.

I lucked out that Alice handled me the manual that went with her hot tub. She had only recently had it installed, so the paperwork was still lying around. I glanced at the tub and then through the manual, hoping to find an easy fix. As it turned out, hot tub pumps can occasionally contain too much air, leading to a low flow like Alice was experiencing. According to the manual, all I needed to do was open the access panel, and airlock valve to reset everything. I did as the manual instructed, and the hot tub was soon working as desired.

Alice was incredibly grateful, even going so far as to kiss me on the cheek. With a glint in her eye, she informed me that it was only fair to let me use the hot tub when I wanted as repayment. I assured her that it wasn’t a lot of effort – it truly hadn’t been – and wondered if she intended for the sexual undertones. She wasn’t being super overt.

I left after giving her my phone number, ostensibly should she run into any other problems. She could call and save herself the trip if I wasn’t at home. I was bummed that Alice hadn’t invited me into the hot tub with her right at that moment, but I also knew that it wasn’t wise to mess with a married woman.

Alice didn’t seem to get the message, however. About a week later, I got a call from an unknown but local number. I answered it, hoping that it wouldn’t be a scammer.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Jason. It’s Alice, your neighbor.”

“Oh, hi. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I don’t have any problems, thanks to you. I just thought I’d extend my offer for you to use my hot tub again.”

It was clear where she was going with this. So, with a line about how my muscles were sore from hitting up the gym, I agreed. I changed into a polo and swim trunks before taking a few moments to go over myself in the mirror just in case this was going where I thought it was. I briefly wondered if I should bring my own towel before leaving my house. I opted not to. Alice had her own, after all.

She met me at the door in a gorgeous silk robe that hinted at the swell of her breasts. Alice’s hair wasn’t damp, indicating that she hadn’t yet been in her hot tub. She motioned for me to follow her upstairs, where the hot tub was already running.

“As you can see, it’s running as good as new, thanks to you.” Her smile made my stomach flip, but what she did next made my jaw drop.

Alice dropped her robe onto the floor of the bathroom, revealing that she was naked underneath. I could see the swell of her proportionate breasts, the curve of her spine, and the crease between her ass and thighs. My Cock swelled to attention as my breath caught in my throat. She stepped over the side of the hot tub and paused as the hot water touched her skin. Finally, she settled in and turned around to look at me.

“Come on in Jason. And I don’t think you’ll need those,” she beckoned to my clothes. I kicked off my sandals and disrobed, revealing my erection as I did. Alice took it in appreciatively as I walked toward the hot tub.

Before I had a chance to get in, Alice leaned against the inner wall that separated us. The water lapped against her breasts, and I could see her nipples, hard beneath the water’s surface. She reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. I groaned. The water splashed as she began stroking me, and I moved closer until my toes touched the outside of the tub. A bit of water leaped over the edge as Alice adjusted her position and leaned forward to take my member in her mouth. As I was surrounded by her hot, wet mouth, warm water splashed the front of my thighs.

The way Alice worked my cock suggested that she’d had plenty of practice at the art. And her eager demeanor indicated that she loved doing it. I reached down to support myself with my hands on the edge of the tub, and Alice looked up to make eye contact. She was unabashed as her lips glided up and down my shaft. If she kept this up for much longer, I was going to blow my load in her mouth.

Alice must have sensed this because she slowed her movements until, finally, she backed off from my cock. Her saliva dripped between her mouth and my member before she wiped it away, somewhat unceremoniously for a woman of her status. Then, she stood up, the water dripping from her gorgeous body.

“Sit,” she pointed at the seat of the hot tub. I finally stepped over the wall and into the hot water before seating myself on the seat beneath the surface. My erection still pointed sky high, the head of my cock poking out from the water.

This made it easy for Alice to turn around and plant herself on my cock. The movement was graceful yet swift, and I was buried in her pussy. She placed her hands on my thighs to steady herself as she moved her hips back and forth, fucking the cock of a man she barely knew. But who was I to argue?

I took the time to run my hands over this gorgeous woman’s body. I felt her curves and pinched her nipples – the left one elicited a squeal. Alice fucked like a pro. I just wished her hair was long enough to pull as I leaned forward and bit her neck. Of course, it didn’t matter. I was going to come either way.

With my hands on Alice’s hips, I began controlling the rhythm of our movements. This freed her up, so she could snake one hand between her legs and begin fondling her clitoris. I wondered if it was as hard as my cock, but the thought quickly fled my brain as I felt my orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her in case she might not want me to come inside her.

“Yes, do it,” Alice shirked. She was rubbing herself furiously by now, and I suspect her own orgasm was inevitable.

I groaned as I released a flood of my cum into her tight pussy. My cock was still spasming when I felt the first contractions of Alice’s orgasm, and I pulled her hips down against me tightly. I was still waiting for my pulse and breathing to return to normal when Alice stood up, reached for a towel, and stepped over the hot tub wall. She turned to look at me.

“I’m going to hop in the shower and rinse off the chlorine. Then, you can meet me in the bedroom and eat me out until I come.”

I nearly choked. Sure, you shouldn’t covet your neighbor’s wife, but resisting certainly wouldn’t help neighborly relations. I did the only thing I could do: I headed to the bedroom.

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