The Return of Ann Next Door

The title is a bit misleading because it begins before my fling with Ann Next Door. It goes back about 10 years to when I was still married and hosting big Christmas Eve parties with my then wife. It was your basic open house, lots of food and booze; family would pop in and out, and the same for the neighbors.

My crush on Ann Next Door was in full effect by then, but we were both married and I wasn't about to act on it unless I was alone and there was a bottle of baby oil nearby. Regardless, Ann and [husband] never failed to pop in and she never failed to greet me with a second-too-long kiss on the lips. I always attributed it to an extra glass of wine at her previous stop, and I always looked forward to kissing her soft, wet lips. I guess it was the thrill of kissing strange lips with "permission" on Christmas Eve.

This one Christmas Eve about 10 years back was extra memorable. Ann came in wearing a long shirt, super form-fitting. High boots. Really sexy. The clincher was her shirt, that was either low-cut or unbuttoned—I have no idea—because as I took her coat and she leaned in to removing her arm from her sleeve, I got a full down-blouse shot of her firm, small tits. Man, it was sexy. No bra. Just there to be admired, a stiff nipple from the cold. Or maybe she was horny. No clue, just amazement. Surely on my face because she glanced back and gave me a smirk.

OK. My wife was nearby, just let it go. My wife was really sex and had bigger boobs that were very much my favorite thing to play with on her body. But tonight, I got an extra treat with Ann's reveal. We made our way to the kitchen where most parties congregate. Family over there. Younger friends here in the kitchen. My wife and I liked Ann and [husband] a lot and we had fun drinking and talking. Two or three more wines and beers in, I asked Ann if she wanted a refill and she said sure as she—deliberately pulled her shirt out and down, an adjustment. No doubt it was for my benefit as her tit was in full view again, nipple even harder than before. I was in a fog. I gave Ann her refill and she thanked me with an even-more-knowing smirk than before.

Was I busted for perving? Or was she flirting? I wouldn't find out until recently.

I saw Ann's [husband] pull out of the driveway and leave our dead-end street. It was a late Friday afternoon and I figured he was going out for a booze run or takeout pickup. My phone buzzed. It was Ann. "Get over here."

We had a few encounters since Covid and each was more intense and thrilling than the last. I made my way out my back door and across our connecting yards to her house. The door was open a crack and I saw her sitting on her sofa, with a little light on, and a glass of red wine in her hand. She was wearing the same red blouse she'd worn at my house 10 years ago. "Remember this?" she said.

I sure did. Ann said "I flirted so hard with you at your party. I practically flashed you."

I told her I saw and never forgot. "Did you fuck [wife] and blurt out my name?" she laughed. Thankfully I hadn't, but her nipple had been the star of many masturbation sessions since that night. Along with her long legs, great eyes, and round white-girl ass.

I made my way over to her and she sat up, spreading her knees and making room for me between her legs. I got between her and kissed her hard. It was electric, every inch of my body came alive. She put her hand behind my head and guided me toward her mouth. I touched her cheek and slid my hand through the hair on the back of her head. She breathed deep and tossed her head back a little. I slid my tongue out of her mouth and inhaled her neck, a soft vanilla perfume was tonight's choice. I kissed her neck and between her breasts. Her shirt was fully unbuttoned this time and it fell open as I made my way there. "Much more revealing this time," I smiled.

She nudged my head toward her nipples and moaned as my tongue found them. I licked them a little, sucked them a bit, kissed them, and her lips. I really loved kissing this woman, and she kissed back so well. So well that I hardly noticed she was sitting there in just a thong under her shirt. A tiny black thong that she was grinding into as we kissed.

I was so aroused. Being in her house. Her [husband] out for who knows how long. Us on the couch like two college freshman going for it. I came up for air, still kneeling between her legs as she laid the length of her body across the couch. She reached for my cock through my jeans. I was pretty hard and she outlined the length of it with the palm of her hand. She probably could have made me cum doing just that. Instead, she undid the button, sat up a little, and pulled them down just enough to expose my throbbing, thick cockhead and shaft. She kissed my stomach, and inched down toward my dick. The head of it was pressing against my body and she expertly licked the underside. I was so sensitive and wet with pre-cum. She put the head into her mouth and took a bit of my shaft in. I watched for a few seconds as her head bobbed up and down on me. She was so good, her tongue worked my shaft and her lips inhaled the head of my cock. I was dying to be inside her.

She backed off my cock. "I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me that Christmas Eve so bad. I was drunk and in such a horny mood. It was a fantasy then," she said.

I slid her body down, lifted her knees into the air, and pulled her thong off her body. I caught the scent of her pussy, it was intoxicating. It was calling me. She was really wet and turned on, I just knew. She grabbed her thong from my hand and put it to her face inhaling. She made me do the same. As I leaned in to do so, I felt her hand grab the head of my cock and guide me to her pussy. She rubbed the head on her clit a few times and then expertly pushed it inside her. She inhaled deep. "Jesus that head is thick."

I slowly went deeper inside her. By now she'd thrown her thong to the ground and had her hands on my face. We were kissing again, in no time. I was fucking her so deep, she was so tightly clenched on my cock, I was so in lust. She was moaning, breathing hard, matching each thrust inside her. "God I'm cumming," she said. She pulled my hair with one hand—gently—and gripped the cushion of the sofa with her other hand. Her pussy really clamped down on my when she said she was cumming, slickening up my cock. I was not going to last.

We were kissing again and I moaned into her mouth that I was going to cum. Her hands went to my hips, then my ass. "Cum inside me," she said. We hadn't done that yet. I was fixed, so that wasn't a problem. "You sure?" I managed to say. She just nodded. "I want to feel you."

We kissed again and every inch of me was about to explode. I felt my balls tighten. Her hands gripped my ass, she wasn't letting me pull out. I felt that urge in the base of my shaft. I pulled off her mouth and moaned loudly and felt streams of cum through my shaft surge inside her tight pussy. "Oh yes, oh my god, it's so warm," she said over my moans. I few more thrusts was all I could bare. I was spent. I leaned into her again and kissed her softly. "That was wonderful," she said.

I pulled out of her pussy, and a thick glob of cum slid out after. "Mmmmm, look at that," she said, catching it with her hand. She rubbed it into her nipples and stomach, and sucked a finger or two. I just watched in amazement. She kissed me and I could taste myself on her lips and tongue.

"Merry Christmas."