The Girl Next Door

Florence Hill appeared to be more graceful than usual. She was breathtakingly beautiful tonight. Standing tall, she wore an elegant wrap dress that hugged her gorgeous curves. Today was her second wedding anniversary. It was getting late—it was almost eleven at night. She wanted to surprise her husband, but Henry Turner was nowhere to be found. Just imagining their night with the adult toys, she got excited. Lying on the bed, Florence reached out and picked up a black blindfold. She covered her eyes as she waited for him, fantasizing about the long night. Click. The door burst open, and Florence’s heart skipped a beat. Hearing the footsteps approaching, she was about to take off her blindfold. Thinking it was her husband, she got more excited, and she kept wearing her blindfold confidently. Wouldn’t it be thrilling? As her thoughts raced through her head, her red lips were pulled into a slight smirk. Her heart lingered with a hint of expectation. A few seconds later, Florence felt a strong arm drawing her into his chest. "Mmm!" She let out a moan. His touch in the darkness aroused her, stimulating her every sense. His large hands stroked every part of Florence’s body. Her mind went blank and she could think about the erotic the night was going to be. "Ahh!" the man groaned, breath full of alcohol. He couldn’t wait any longer and pounced to nibble on Florence’s blushing earlobe. "Babe!" she sobbed. Her body became sensitive, responding to his demands. She moaned yet again, feeling the man’s teeth sinking into her flesh harder than she expected. She frowned as she sensed a dull pain throbbing in her earlobe. But she instantly felt her bruised part soothed by the man’s sensuous tongue. His tender gesture captured her restless heart. Florence also took the initiative and stretched out her hands. She was stunned. Was her husband finally excited to be intimate with her? Turning around, she stroked the man with one hand, while the other was hooked onto his neck, begging for a kiss. Cheeks flushed, lips partly open, she could feel the hot and heavy kiss coming her way. His tongue was commanding and domineering. Caressing his face, she felt that the man had a beard. She went cold, knowing full well that her husband Henry didn’t sport any stubble. “Argh!” Florence, with much struggle, pushed the man and stepped back in a hurry. She quickly removed her blindfold and looked at the man standing in front of her. Her face flushed, she asked, “D-David, why are you here?” Florence was trembling. She couldn’t believe that the man standing in front of her was actually David Anderson—her best friend’s husband! David looked disappointed at the revelation. Just as he was getting comfortable, he didn’t expect it to end so soon. Actually, both couples had planned a vacation on the beach and it was Henry’s duty to book the reservation. Although the couples went out for a drink, they got drunk enough to switch their rooms. When David entered his supposedly designated room, he knew exactly where things went wrong. Yet, when he saw Florence wearing the blindfold, her seductive body lured him in. She was tipsy and unguarded like prey, and it was enough for him. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. "I checked before I came in. I wasn’t expecting you to be here." David pretended to be innocent. Didn’t expect it? Florence scowled. Even if she had a blindfold on, her clothes and hairstyle differed completely from her best friend’s. She knew David could recognize that. Was he trying to have his way with her?! She was livid. Florence glared at David, but she quickly remembered her husband. With wide eyes and breath seething through her teeth, she questioned, “Where is Henry Turner?! He wouldn’t mistake your room to be his, right?” David was stunned. Just now, his desire to ravage Florence was so great that he had forgotten his own wife. If he was over here taking advantage of Florence, wouldn’t Henry be doing the same to his wife? David panicked, but he still couldn’t take his eyes off Florence’s voluptuous body. The V-neckline of her wrap dress highlighted her lovely collarbone and the light grey thin material quickly drew Florence's curvaceous and luscious pair of breasts out. At the sight, David couldn't help but gulp down his wolfish desire. If only I could play with Florence instead of Henry. It would be worth it! David thought to himself. Florence cut off his thoughts when she stormed out the door to find Henry. After two years of marriage, Florence clearly understood her husband's heart. Men were all wolves. If Emma was wearing a blindfold like her in the other room, she was certain her husband would take advantage of her best friend. Although Emma was her best friend, Florence was more concerned about their marriage's chastity. She rushed to the next room. Florence was about to knock on the door but found that the door was open. So, she pushed the door and entered, and David followed her closely. A bathed Emma was inside the room, and her white bath towel fell onto the ground. Henry was staring at Emma’s body with thirsty eyes. Her hourglass figure and the innocent-looking body dripping with water droplets made Henry’s eyes glued on her body. He couldn’t pull his eyes away. Emma Grace was not as tall as Florence, she could be somewhere around 5’ 2’’, still a standout amongst the average. She was fuller than Florence despite her shorter stature. Her breasts were womanly and busty, which made them stand out even more. She was in great shape even without a bra, making her difficult to resist. When Henry approached, Emma was stunned. The sudden invasion made her stiffen, and the bath towel that was about to be wrapped around her slipped. Emma wanted to scream and cover her womanhood with her delicate porcelain hands in shock. Her hands, however, were insufficient to cover her naked body. Florence rushed in just as she was about to scold Henry. Not only that, but David also entered behind her. "Cough, cough." Henry cleared his throat and turned around. He continued by saying, “I-I must have used the wrong card.” "Don't ‌run away!" Florence’s eyes ignited with fire. She was furious—she pulled Henry’s ears and yelled, “Let’s go!” Henry felt remorse. He not only gulped down every part of Emma's body, but he almost jumped on her. Here, David was a bit hurt. He could only feel Florence here and there through her clothes. But his friend Henry scored a full view of his wife. Thinking about it, David was ‌reluctant. He wanted to have Florence at least once until he could satisfy his thirst. ... Florence and her husband made their way back to their assigned room. Her hands continued to pull on Henry's ears. "You only had one job," she screamed. “There were four key cards, four people, and only two rooms. How could you have misplaced them?" “Umm…” Henry couldn't look his wife in the eyes. As soon as he lowered his gaze, he noticed a black silk blindfold on the ground. "Babe, were you okay when David entered the room?" he asked in shock. "Ah?" Florence was not expecting the table to turn. "Nothing happened. I didn't take off my clothes," she said meekly as he subconsciously pulled the hem of her dress. "But y-you did like seeing my best friend's naked body?" she retorted sharply. "Are you attempting to flee?" Florence was afraid Henry would ask about what happened in this room, so she quickly took the initiative. “How could I enjoy such a bother for a few fleeting moments? That’s not how it works…” Henry noticed that Florence was avoiding his question. He wasn’t a moron. When he caught his wife changing the subject, he pushed her onto the bed. "Babe, you look stunning tonight!" Henry could no longer suppress his desire for Florence. He pressed his weight against her and continued to eat her up. He then reached his big hand up her skirt...