My Neighbor's Wife

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eks flush with color and sweat, grey doe eyes crossed...and on some occasions, rolled back in her head, her back arched, her nipples hard and glistening with saliva,

y as she took his dick in her mouth-like a good girl, but I wondered if he saw the hate that flashed in her eyes sometimes. I

locked up in her room daily, only let out when he wanted to fuck her in a different place-say the sitting room with ceiling to floor windows that I could see through without even trying. Too

s I push the curtains back is that of her naked body as she exits the shower. Wet. Dripping. There are days when I wonder if she knows I liv

s, she merely drank until she passed out. But...there were times she laid in her bed, bunched up her favorite nightdress-an ivory, translucent material that barely covered her plump ass-parts her

of her. And when I woke, I went straight t

ything about her, but I've

d no wings to. Her legs kicked back and forth and she would often toss the books, covering her lips as she squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down her bed before she resum

lked about in her pa

tened for her. She keeps a bottle of pills on her nightstand. I don't know what they are, but too many times, after a terrible fight with her husband that ended

may one day wake and she would

rs. She isn't mine. She is my