My neighbor - Mr.Carson

I never thought I'd find myself in this position, spread out wantonly on my marital bed as my neighbor, Mr. Carson, holds one of my legs up and slowly sheaths himself inside me from the side. I was reluctant at first, rebuffing his advances for months despite the butterflies his smoldering looks and flirtatious banter stirred in me. It started innocently enough - a wink here, a lingering touch there. I'd blush and stammer but ultimately spurn his attempts at seduction, reminding him (and myself) that I was a married woman. But as the weeks turned into months, I found myself eagerly anticipating our daily encounters, dressing a little sexier, flirting back subtly. When he caught me alone one day and boldly kissed me, I didn't pull away. The feel of his lips, his strong hands on my hips - I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. I breathlessly agreed to let him come over while my husband was at work. Now I'm laid out on our marital bed, one leg held high as Mr. Carson fucks me deep and slow from the side. "Does it feel good, Mrs.G?" "Ungh, yes, your cock feels so good!" I moan, wantonly rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. His thick shaft drags against my inner walls, making me see stars. "My, my, Mrs. G. Such a dirty little slut," he chuckles darkly, his crude words making me clench around him. "I always knew you were secretly dying for my cock." I whimper, nearing mindless with lust. He begins rutting into me harder, faster, slamming me into the bed. The wet slapping sounds of our coupling fill the room. I'm moaning like a whore, egging him on with every filthy word in my vocabulary. "Fuck yes, use my married pussy! Defile me with your big dick!" I wail. "Jesus, you're tight! Gonna wreck this thirsty cunt," he growls, somehow sinking impossibly deeper. "Then I'm gonna pump you full of my cum 'til it's dripping out of you!" The mental image makes my core clench. "Harder...I need it harder," I moan, barely recognizing the wanton, needy voice as my own. He groans, beginning to rail me in earnest. The bed creaks and groans, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall as he pounds my clutching depths. I'm moaning with abandon, my hips meeting his every thrust. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill this greedy pussy to the brim!" he snarls. "Please! Breed me! Make me yours!" I hear myself beg. With a roar, he pistons frantically into my snatch before freezing deep inside me. I feel his cock throb and swell, bathing my pussy in his seed. The sensation sets off my own earth-shattering climax. I scream his name like a prayer as I gush all over his still spurting manhood. Until I collapse, sweaty and panting, and a pang of guilt appears - realization that it's wrong to cuckold my husband like this. As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Carson tips my chin up to meet his gaze, still buried to the hilt inside me. "You're mine now. This pussy is mine to use and fill whenever I please." His thumb traces my swollen lips. "And I plan on using it often and well. You're going to be my personal fuck-toy. Do you understand that Mrs.G?" I shiver, an aftershock of pleasure making me clench around his softening cock. "...yes..." I whisper, knowing there's no going back from this. "...I do." He smiles wickedly, rolling his hips. "Good. Because I'm not nearly done with you yet..."