My Sexy Neighbor

I don't know how I was able to endure for so long, but after eleven years, I finally divorced my husband. We were happy in the beginning, no doubt about it. But a few years later, I couldn't even recognise him. It started with us talking less; then he would come home later than usual, and finally, he stopped touching me. Before I knew it, I was married to someone who didn't love me.

First came the denial. I kept telling myself that he would change. Maybe I wasn't doing something right. Maybe I was lacking in my duties as a good Christian wife, which was why my husband was drifting away. If I loved him more, prayed for him more, submitted to him more, and gave myself to him more, he would love me again. So, I did. And I was wrong.

I knew he was being unfaithful. I just didn't think that he would dare bring that tramp into our home, in our marital bed. It was the last straw.

Thankfully, he didn't make the divorce any messier than it already was. I kept the house and received a significant settlement that ensured I wouldn't work a day in my life if I so wanted. Being single again at thirty-six was never something I saw in my future. But after almost a year of crying over heartbreak, I was finally ready to admit that perhaps this wasn't too bad after all. Life was finally beginning to make sense. I enjoyed the little pleasures of life. Morning walks, here and there.

Meditations when I had the time. Good food and wine. It was quite simple, but I was happy and that was all that mattered.

I didn't need anyone's permission to be free. To be me. A few men at the yoga class I went to three times a week asked me out, but I politely declined. Dating wasn't in my cards right now. I was enjoying my newfound freedom too much.

Besides, I wasn't interested in sex these days. Ever since my ex-husband stopped sleeping with me three years ago, I'd never had sex. I did get horny sometimes. And yes, I pleasured myself, which was more than enough for me. Sex was overrated anyway.

But then one day, when the 'for sale' sign at the house from across my street was gone and I saw the new owner, I knew that I had been so full of shit about not wanting sex.

Time seemed to have stopped when I first laid my eyes on her.

She didn't have to do anything but simply exist. I would watch her shamelessly through my window as her powerful hands worked the mower, ploughing through her lawn. Her smooth dark skin glistened in the sun, the sweat drenching her very toned arms. As she powered the machine, handling it with ease, I wondered what it would be like having her hands all over me.  

After hours of working outdoors, she would take off her tank top to wipe the sweat, while exposing a ridiculously ripped body, her six packs teasing me endlessly. And then just like that, my pussy would clench, the heat spreading throughout my body.

Sometimes I felt like she was intentionally doing this to torture me. But we've never interacted, so maybe I was just imagining things. Thanks to her very loud friend - another cute androgynous woman - who lived with her, I learned that the neighbor I was crushing hard on was called Jax.

Saturdays were my favorite days. Because then I got to see Jax work. Like, really work in her garage. She was quite handy, that Jax. Handling the machines with the finesse of a master. I would get jealous so much, wishing I could trade places with those metals, wishing Jax would caress me instead.

However, I never got the courage to introduce myself. I watched her from across my house. I always got tongue-tied even before I got near her. It seemed I didn't even exist in her world. If not for her roommate, I don't think I would have ever known Jax's name.

Jax's roommate was cute, sure. But it was Jax I had eyes for. God, she was so sexy. Not overtly muscly or anything, but she could pick me up with one hand and swing me over her shoulder.

Everything about her turned me on. Her rich dark skin, smokey brown eyes that seemed permanently amused, and her perfect blend of masculine and feminine features. But the one thing that got me most transfixed was her smile. I swear this one time, I saw her speaking on the phone when she suddenly smiled, and I shuddered with excitement. It was just a smile, but it did things to my body. Things I never knew were possible for me. I was going out of my mind, secretly admiring my neighbor from a distance.

I wanted her so fucking much. I wanted her sexy brown lips on my body. I wanted her long slender fingers playing with my clit. And I sure as hell wanted her to fuck me into oblivion with her biggest strap-on.

I felt like a creep thinking about my neighbor this way, but I just couldn't help it. I had never felt so physically attracted to anyone this way. I mean, sure, I knew I liked women, although I had never acted on it, and only ever dated men. But Jax was the first person I had felt this kind of intense sexual attraction to. It was insane.

I'd even lost count of the number of times I masturbated thinking about Jax, the feel of her lips on my wet sex. Her tongue licking my clit, probing my pink wet hole. I imagined her fingers ramming inside me over and over with wanton abandon. And then I would come hard, writhing with pleasure, just thinking about Jax.

God, I so fucking wanted her. But I always lost my nerve whenever I saw her. When she was with her roommate, she was so carefree. But when she was all alone, she looked intimidating, and I'd admit that that shit turned me on.

If only I could muster the courage to go to her and ask her to fuck me. Could I do that? For now, all I could do was steal glances at her through my window.

***

I swear, I didn't mean to watch. Most days, Jax closed the curtains to her bedroom window. But not today. They were wide open.

And she was drilling into a woman from behind with a strap-on. I stood frozen, my eyes feasting on the scene unfolding before me. I should close my curtains in disgust. But no. It turned me on more than ever, and before I knew it, I was touching myself while watching my sexy neighbor fuck a woman just as pale and redhead as me.

Watching Jax thrust over and over into the woman's sex, I furiously pumped my fingers into mine until the waves of orgasm crashed through me. I dropped to my bed, shaking and twisting. And yet, I wasn't satisfied. What I wanted was Jax punishing my tight little hole until I came apart like a fucking whore. Oh God, what the hell was wrong with me? How could I think about such things? I wasn't that kind of woman. I wasn't lose. I didn't want to have meaningless sex with random people.

But ever since I met Jax, I realized what a load of bullshit I'd been telling myself.

Everything I said I wasn't, I wanted to be for Jax. I would let her do anything she wanted with me. All she had to do was ask. But, there would be nothing to ask if I wasn't making myself available.

It was time I took some initiative.

***

I'd seen her enter the house a few minutes ago in nothing but a sports bra and boxers. So, I knew Jax was home. Fortunately, her roommate wasn't - the universe was conspiring to make my dreams come true.

Taking in a deep breath, while adjusting my cleavage to make it more visible, I knocked on the door once. I didn't have to worry about showing cleavage, though. My tits were practically spilling out of my very tight crop top. And my skirt had barely covered my ass. That should be a good start.

I was about to knock a second time when the door suddenly opened, and there stood the sexy butch plaguing my dreams for weeks.

I froze as the hair on my body stood on end. Fuck. She was even more handsome now that we were only a few feet apart. She smiled at me, and I had to hold on to the wall to keep myself from falling.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey, Jax."

She raised a brow. But the smile didn't leave her face. Shit. We'd never spoken. She was probably wondering how I knew her name. Oh, God, I have to say something before she thinks I've been creeping on her.

"I, um... your roommate... she um..."

Jax chuckled. "Hey, it's okay. Donny can be loud sometimes. I get it."

I felt my cheeks heat up and my core fired up. At that moment, all I wanted was to throw myself in her arms and kiss her. But I stopped myself. I needed to be graceful with this.

"So, do you have a name, neighbor?"

"Chrissy."

"Chrissy." She repeated, then nodded. And then in a sultry tone, she asked. "Is there something I can help you with, Chrissy?"

That was when I realized that showing up here might be a bad idea. This was unplanned. What was I thinking, just showing up at her doorstep?

"Um... can you huh, do me... a favor?" I gulped when Jax's face came closer. God, that smirk would be the death of me. That jawline. It was borderline criminal to look that hot. And clearly, she knew how much of an effect she was having on me.

"What kind of favor are we talking, Chrissy?" Jax asked, her eyes holding me hostage.

It took every bit of self-control not to throw myself into the woman's arms. What was I even doing here?

"It's no big deal... I... um... sorry for bothering you." I suddenly lost my nerve, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole. But just before I could bolt out of her presence, sparks ran through me as gentle but powerful hands took my wrist. I suddenly turned, coming face to face with Jax's full body. She easily towered four or five inches over me.

"Do you wanna come inside, Chrissy?"

My mouth went dry. But at this moment, I would do anything this woman asked. So, I nodded. And she grinned, pulling me into her house.

As soon as the door closed behind us, Jax crashed her lips into mine and began kissing me passionately. I hadn't expected this to happen so quickly, but I was suddenly into it. I kissed her right back, her arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me in to feel her firm yet soft body.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of her hands roaming all over me.

We suddenly pulled apart, and I panted heavily. Jax smirked, not for a second

taking her eyes off me.

"Is this the favor you want?" she asked playfully.

I averted my gaze as my cheeks heated in embarrassment. But Jax put a finger under my chin and made us lock eye contact. "No need to be shy, Chrissy. If it makes you feel better, I've always wanted to do things to you. But I thought you were straight."

This time I gaped. What was she talking about? Wait, was that how I came off to everyone? Like I was straight? Well, I'd heard that a lot. But just because I had more self-control than most didn't mean I didn't have needs. Anyway, at least Jax didn't know I had been creeping on her all this time. That would have been embarrassing.

"Tell me what you really want, Chrissy."

I bit my lips. Fuck. She was going to make me work for it, wasn't she? Well, two could play the game. Suddenly feeling emboldened, I put on my best fuckable voice and said, "Fuck me."

Jax pinned me to the wall, staring deep into my eyes, while her right hand traced circles between my legs. "I didn't hear you, Chrissy." Her voice dripped with lust.

"I need you to fuck me, Jax." I couldn't believe these words were coming from me. But I was the one saying them. "I need you inside me. Make me yours tonight."

Unceremoniously, Jax stripped my clothes and ripped my bra. I gasped as she cupped my large breasts and began to fondle them delicately. I barely had time to process the pleasure when she suddenly took one of my nipples in her mouth and sucked on it. Her fingers worked on my other nipple. Twirling and flicking. Slowly at first, then she began to pick up the pace.

I shut my eyes, moaning in pleasure. Her mouth was back on mine and she kissed me passionately, while playing with my ass with one hand and fondling my tits with the other.

In a heated passion, she guided me away from the wall to someplace else. I didn't know where we were going and I didn't care either. I just wanted the heat between my legs taken care of. Before I knew it, Jax was lifting me and putting me on top of a surface. The dining table.

She spread my legs wide open, sat on the chair, and then buried her face in my pussy.

"Fuucckkk..." I moaned loudly. God, her tongue felt like heaven as she lapped at my wet folds with incredible skill. Much better than my dreams had conjured. "Oh, Jax... fuck..."

Moaning her name seemed to energize her because next thing I knew, she was biting on my clit, while plunging two thick fingers deep inside me. My grip tightened in her afro as she fingered me with gusto.

My pussy clenched around her fingers until my legs began to buck wildly. I collapsed into Jax's arms, utterly spent.

But, Jax, it seemed, was not done with me. And quite frankly, I wasn't over it either. She carried me in her arms, bridal style, and led me to her bedroom where she dumped me on the bed. I sat there in my nakedness, my legs wide apart, pussy glistening, watching her in awe. She slowly took off her clothes, and for the first time, I saw her in all her naked glory. She was everything I had hoped for and more. Just watching how her muscles contracted whenever she moved her arms almost made me succumb to orgasm.

She leaned on top of me and kissed me on the lips. But the kiss was brief, and for a moment, I hated that she pulled away.

"Get on your knees and spread your legs apart," she said once she got off me. I obeyed immediately. I felt her fingers play with the wet spot between my legs, and I gave a long guttural sound. "Now stay still. Be right back."

My pussy throbbed with desire. I wanted her so bad. But I stayed still, not daring to move.

I heard her feet shuffling across the room, she rummaged through something, and then she was back in the bed. My eyes widened as I felt the thickness of the shaft rubbing up and down my pussy. I bit my lips, closing my eyes in pleasure.

She deliciously brutalized my sex, slowly thrusting into me, but not quite fully penetrating.

"Fuck... Jax, please."

"Please what, baby girl?"

I moaned loudly at the term of endearment. "Please fuck me, Jax. Please. I want your big cock deep inside my pussy."

"Good girl." I could hear the smile in her voice. And then my whole world froze as the strong butch plunged the strap-on deep inside me. She began fucking me slowly at first until her pace crescendoed and she was thrusting into me wildly.

My moans got louder. With each thrust, I felt my tiny hole widen. Fuck. Yes. It felt so good.

She fucked me over and over and then my body began to spasm as I came all over.

Yet she didn't pull. She just stood still, with her cock buried deep inside me. While still shaking from the intense orgasm I had just experienced, the door suddenly flung wide open and someone burst into the room.

"Yo, Jax... holy shit..." Donny stopped in her tracks, staring at us in surprise. "Damn, I didn't know you got company. Sorry."

Finally, Jax pulled out, and my weak knees caved into the bed. Donny was still looking at me, with hunger burning in her brown eyes. Fuck. Another hot butch. God, these were my weaknesses. I couldn't believe I had repressed these feelings for so fucking long.

"Chrissy?" said Jax.

"Hmm."

"You mind if Donny joins us?"

I was too fractured by pleasure to speak at the moment. I wanted to tell her that I would want nothing more than two hot butches plunder my pussy. But since I couldn't say much, I just spread my legs apart for both their pleasure. That should do the trick, right?

Well, it did do the trick. Donny turned me over on my back and started playing with my boobs. She leaned in to kiss me on the lips, and I greedily savored her. Her hands went lower and lower on my body before dipping a finger into my drenching pussy.

I moaned.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Donny said, eye-fucking me with those lovely brown eyes.

"Damn, Jax. Didn't know you were fucking the hot neighbor."

OMG, they knew about me? And they thought I was hot? I didn't even think they'd noticed.

"I guess I'm lucky like that." Jax chuckled. "Wanna play doubles?"

Donny grinned, then pulled her fingers out of me. I whimpered, pleading with her to get back inside.

"Fuck... she's in real fucking heat. We better give her what she wants."

Hearing them talk about me like that made me even hornier, and my wetness ran between my legs. Jax suddenly grabbed me and in one swift motion, sat me on her cock. I felt my pussy fill up again as the strap-on buried me deeply. I wrapped my legs around Jax's waist while wrapping my arms around her neck.

She began to move me up and down, as I bounced on her cock. "Oh, Jax... yes... fuck. Fuck. Fuck. God... fuck." Expletives upon expletives escaped from my mouth as the butch fucked the shit out of me.

"Look at that ass. Fucking awesome." A smack on my bare bottom, and I remembered that Donny was still with us.

"You ready?"

"Hmm?" I said, wondering what Jax meant. But it seemed I wasn't the one she was talking to. Because next thing I knew, I felt slimy fingers probe my asshole. And then a finger entered me from behind.

I closed my eyes as the foreign pleasure penetrated me. Donny took her time, waiting for my asshole to get used to this. And then she added another finger.

By now I was bouncing like a fucking nympho on Jax's strap-on while Donny fingered my ass.

The coolness of the lubricant seeped through my ass before Donny thrusted into me with a freaking strap-on. My eyes bulged as extreme sensations of lust and pleasure spread through every cell of my body.

"Holy fuck, fuck... Oh my God, this... feels, so, so... fucking good... fuck."

The two women fucked me mercilessly in both holes, and I was lost in ecstasy as they rammed inside me over and over.

Two hands roughly manhandled my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples. Fuck, this was too much. My mind was reeling with so much pleasure, and it overwhelmed me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as the rush of orgasm pulsated through me, rocking me to the very core. My holes clenched around the poles, and I started bucking wildly. If not for the two women holding me firmly, I would have certainly fallen. I shook for what felt like hours, crashing over and over into endless bliss. My body suddenly went limp, and I felt empty as they pulled out of me.

I felt myself lying on my back, and shudders ran through me. God, I was so wet. I didn't know that sex with women could be this fucking amazing. After eleven years of marriage, not a single sex with my ex-husband came this fucking close.

"Damn, she's so sexy," Donny said. "Shit, I want to fuck her all over again."

"She needs to rest." Jax was the voice of reason. "Go get her some water."

Donny groaned, but left anyway.

"You alright, Chrissy?" Jax asked, bending over me.

I nodded. Then I pulled her in for a deep kiss. God, I loved those lips so much. One thing was certain: I would never get tired of kissing my sexy neighbor. Hell, I would never get tired of fucking her.

Jax smirked as we pulled apart. "Damn... Want to go again?"

"Five more minutes of rest," I said, "and you two can use me all night."

"You got yourself a deal, sexy neighbor."

At that moment, hearing that Jax found me just as sexy as I found her, I felt the throes of arousal spreading through me all over again. Fuck. It was going to be a long night. And more importantly, my life was never going to be the same again.