Lust Zone

My good looking neighbor

A few days after that wild Sunday afternoon on the sofa, everything changed for Clara.

She was still glowing from the memory of Aiden’s thick c**k stretching and filling her so perfectly when her husband came home one evening looking as tired and distant as usual. He barely brushed a kiss against her cheek before dropping the news.

“I have to go on a business trip,” he said, already pulling out his suitcase. “Two weeks in Johannesburg. Big meetings with the regional office. I leave early tomorrow morning.”

Clara tried to look disappointed, nodding sympathetically, but inside her heart was racing with pure excitement. Two whole weeks. No sneaking around. No quick, frustrated touches in the bathroom at work. For the first time in years, she was going to get f****d properly — every single day if she wanted.

“Okay,” she said softly, hiding her smile. “Safe trip.”

The moment his car pulled out of the driveway the next morning, Clara grabbed her phone with trembling fingers and sent Aiden a message.

He’s gone. Two weeks. Come over now.

Less than five minutes later, there was a knock at her door. Clara opened it wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered her ass. Aiden stepped inside, already hard in his shorts, and pushed her against the wall before the door even clicked shut.

From that moment on, they didn’t stop.

That first full day they f****d like animals. Aiden bent Clara over the kitchen counter while she was trying to make coffee. Her robe fell open as he slammed into her from behind, his thick c**k stretching her p***y deep and hard. She came so fast she nearly dropped the mug, moaning his name loudly while her juices ran down her thighs.

Later they moved to the bedroom. Aiden laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and devoured her p***y like a starving man. His tongue flicked relentlessly over her swollen c**t while two thick fingers pumped inside her. Clara grabbed his head, grinding against his face until she came hard, shaking and crying out in pleasure.

Then he flipped her onto all fours and f****d her doggy style, gripping her hips as he pounded deep. His heavy balls slapped against her c**t with every thrust. Clara loved how full he made her feel — his young, hard c**k reaching spots her husband had never touched.

“f**k me harder, Aiden!” she begged, pushing her ass back against him. “Don’t stop!”

He gave her exactly what she wanted — long, powerful strokes that made her heavy breasts swing and her p***y cream all over his shaft. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled her with another hot load of c*m.

They barely rested. By evening they were in the shower together. Water cascaded over their bodies as Clara dropped to her knees and took his c**k into her eager mouth. She sucked him hungrily, licking every inch and tasting herself on him from earlier. Aiden held her head gently and f****d her mouth until he exploded down her throat. Clara swallowed every drop, looking up at him with hungry eyes.

That night they didn’t sleep much. Aiden carried her to bed and f****d her slow and deep in missionary position. He looked into her eyes the entire time, his thick c**k sliding in and out of her wet p***y while whispering dirty promises.

“You’re so f*****g tight and juicy for me,” he growled. “This p***y belongs to me now.”

Clara wrapped her legs around him and moaned, “Yes… it’s yours. f**k your p***y whenever you want.”

He made her c*m three more times before filling her again.

For the next two weeks, it was like this every single day.

In the mornings, Aiden would come over before Clara left for work. Sometimes he’d wake her by sliding his hard c**k between her thighs from behind while she was still half-asleep. She’d push her ass back against him, whispering “Put it in me,” and he’d f**k her slow and lazy until they both came.

During lunch breaks she’d rush home. He’d be waiting, and they’d have quick, dirty s*x on the living room floor or against the wall. Once he lifted her up, pinned her to the door, and f****d her standing — her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove his c**k up into her again and again. She came so hard she saw stars.

Evenings were the best. They had all the time in the world. Aiden would cook for her, then they’d eat naked on the couch. After dinner he’d lay her down and f**k her for hours in every position imaginable. He loved watching her ride him, her heavy breasts bouncing as she slid up and down his thick shaft. Clara loved when he took control — pinning her wrists above her head and pounding her senseless until she screamed.

He satisfied her completely. Her body had never felt this alive. Her p***y stayed almost constantly wet and slightly sore in the sweetest way. Every orgasm was stronger than the last. Aiden knew exactly how to touch her — how to rub her c**t while f*****g her, how to suck her n*****s until she begged, how to talk dirty and make her drip even more.

One particularly hot night they f****d on the balcony under the stars. The warm air kissed their naked bodies as Aiden bent Clara over the railing. He slid into her from behind, slow and deep, while cars passed far below. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but the risk made it even hotter. When she came, her legs shook so hard he had to hold her up.

By the end of the two weeks, Clara was glowing. She felt sexy, desired, and completely satisfied. Her husband’s long absence had become the best thing that ever happened to her s*x life.

One evening they lay in bed, sweaty and tangled together. Aiden’s c**k was still half-hard inside her after another long round. He kissed her neck softly and whispered, “I don’t want this to end when he comes back.”

Clara smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “Neither do I,” she whispered. “We’ll find a way.”

Her p***y clenched around him again, already hungry for more.

Two weeks flew by faster than Clara expected. Every day with Aiden had been pure fire. Her body felt completely transformed — alive, glowing, and constantly hungry in the best possible way. Her p***y was no longer dry and neglected. It was soft, swollen, and always a little wet, like it had finally awakened after years of sleep. She could feel the difference when she walked, when she sat down, even when she simply thought about him. Aiden had f****d her so many times and so deeply that her inner walls felt stretched and deliciously sensitive. Her c**t throbbed at the slightest touch. Her n*****s stayed slightly hard all the time. She was a different woman.

On the morning her husband was due to return, Clara woke up early with Aiden still beside her in bed. They had spent the entire last night f*****g slowly and passionately. He had made love to her for hours — long, deep strokes while they kissed, his thick c**k filling her completely until she came again and again. By the time they collapsed, her p***y was full of his c*m, warm and leaking onto the sheets. She loved the feeling. It made her feel claimed.

They had one last quick round before he had to leave. Aiden pulled her on top of him in the soft morning light. Clara straddled his hips, her heavy breasts swaying as she sank down onto his hard c**k. Her p***y was so wet and creamy from the night before that he slid in easily, all the way to the hilt.

“Mmm… you feel so good,” she moaned, rolling her hips slowly. “My p***y is so full of you now. It’s never felt this alive.”

Aiden gripped her waist, guiding her movements. “That’s because it belongs to me,” he whispered, thrusting up to meet her. “Every time you feel it throb, remember who made it this way.”

Clara rode him harder, her juices coating his thick shaft, wet sounds filling the room. She came first, her p***y clenching tightly around him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Aiden groaned and pulled her down, filling her with another hot load of c*m. She stayed on him for a long moment, feeling him pulse inside her, her p***y overflowing with their mixed juices.

After he slipped out through the back door, Clara took a long shower, letting the water wash over her satisfied body. But even afterward, she could still feel him — that deep, pleasant fullness between her legs. Her p***y lips were slightly puffy and sensitive. When she walked, she felt a gentle ache that made her smile. It was like her body was reminding her of all the times Aiden had stretched, f****d, and satisfied her until she couldn’t think straight.

By afternoon, her husband’s car pulled into the driveway. He looked the same — tired and distant. He gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Missed you,” he said flatly, already heading inside.

Clara smiled politely. “Welcome home.”

That evening they sat for dinner like always. He talked about his trip. She nodded and pretended to listen, but her mind kept drifting to Aiden. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt the subtle throb in her p***y — still tender and alive from two weeks of constant s*x. It was soaked again just from thinking about him. She crossed her legs under the table, pressing her thighs together to feel that sweet pressure on her c**t.

Later that night, when her husband climbed into bed beside her and reached over half-heartedly to touch her breast, Clara froze for a moment, then gently moved his hand away.

“I’m really tired tonight,” she said softly. “The house was busy while you were gone.”

He didn’t argue. He turned over and was asleep in minutes.

Clara lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling with a secret smile. Her hand slowly slid down between her legs. Her fingers found her p***y — warm, wet, and still sensitive. She touched herself gently, remembering Aiden’s thick c**k, the way he made her moan, the way he filled her over and over.

This was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her body was finally awake. Her p***y felt alive, juicy, and craving more. She didn’t know exactly how she and Aiden would continue now that things were “back to normal,” but she knew one thing for sure — she wasn’t going back to the way it was before. Not ever.

As she rubbed her swollen c**t in slow circles, feeling the first sparks of pleasure build again, she whispered into the quiet room:

“Thank you, Aiden… for bringing me back to life.”

Her p***y clenched happily, already missing his c**k, but glowing with the memory of everything they had shared.

Their secret wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.