Depraved Neighbor

It doesn't matter how serious your relationship is or how committed your husband is, everything can change when a woman comes along, and I don't know for sure, but I think our lives were turned upside down that day when I commented with my husband about what I had seen the night before. I saw a strange thing. The couple below arrived in the middle of the morning. There was a woman with them, and it was very strange. Strange how, my love? I hate it when he doesn't understand things and makes me give more details than I'd like. They were laughing, I don't know why, they ran into the house, laughing like this. Arnaldo was still there, lying on the couch, not taking his eyes off the television, and he didn't seem to be talking to me. She must be a whore! Whore? A whore. That guy from work, Jorge, said that his cousin hired a whore to go out with him and his wife. He says it's to "spice up the relationship". Can you believe it? People don't want to sustain a serious relationship anymore. The world is ending... Arnaldo's manner is a bit slow, but he's a very sensible person. When I saw those three I felt something strange, but only his words made everything clear. That explained what I had heard earlier, when he was still sleeping. I had doubts at the time, but after that conversation I was sure that I heard a woman groan. It was a few seconds, but it was intense... Anyway, when Carlos and Monica moved into the house downstairs, they looked like a normal couple. Young, beautiful, discreet. I never noticed anything strange about them until that day. Then they seemed to put their claws out. Especially that woman. Monica is a pretty blonde. She seemed like a nice neighbor, I even thought I'd become friends with her. She had a charming smile and a soft voice that never changed. Her problem was precisely that: being too charming. At first I didn't realize it, but I always saw her come home without her husband around. I was carried away by her charming smile and didn't notice the signs on my face. Like that day when she came with that pile of shopping bags and asked Arnaldo to help her carry them. He, polite as he was, helped her carry most of them. The husband? I don't even know where he was. All I know is that she used the excuse of coming back from the gym to approach my husband in those clothes. She didn't wear leggings, she wore only shorts and a top. The shorts pulled up so thick that her thighs and her butt, which was already big, became huge. Arnaldo sometimes told the stories of Jorge's cousin taking his wife to these swing houses. They invented such a non-monogamous relationship. I can't understand how a couple takes on a relationship to share life and then behave like singles. He always told me these stories indignantly, not accepting any of these novelties of these "modern married couples". He didn't respond much, and more and more I was afraid that he would like these ideas. My fears got worse, because we live in the house above them, our back porch overlooks the uncovered area of the house below, where the pole is. Once I was washing clothes there and I happened to look down. Monica was there, hanging clothes. When I noticed that she was only in a blouse and panties, I didn't believe it. I saw it happen a few times, until one day she noticed me, looked at me badly and ran out. The cow was waiting for my husband to parade and got hurt. I thought the indecency would end, but she got worse. Days later she came back, almost by her, hanging panties. Her husband, who I had even forgotten she had one, grabbed her. Holding her down, he felt how clumsy everything was. Maybe his body was running, she just ran out of his shirt and into her panties, and then she got out of there, wrapped herself in her panties, and at least two of her panties were wrapped around her body. I was afraid that Monica would do something bad to Arnaldo, but in the end she did it to me. That night I had a strange dream. I don't remember what it was, but I woke up with a huge desire to fuck. Unfortunately, Arnaldo sleeps like a stone and wouldn't wake up even if I rode on top of him. I got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water to see if it would distract me. When I came back, I looked out the window and saw Monica and Carlos arriving at dawn accompanied by the same woman. Opening just a little bit of the curtain, I saw that she was blonde, just like Monica. I wondered if Carlos only liked Loira and that's why they brought women who looked like his wife. As those three laughed, I wondered why he was already married to another woman? How does a wife accept such a thing? I remembered Armando telling the stories of Jorge's cousin and that his wife was bisexual. She liked men and women. This memory fired my imagination. I got mealy and I needed to change my panties one more time. I took it out and I felt strange, like I was shameless. Thinking about it made me even wetter. My clitoris was swollen and when I touched it I almost gasped. The feeling was so nice that I couldn't get rid of his finger. I stood there, imagining rubbing his finger with Carlos and Monica having sex. Suddenly I put the third woman under Monica while her husband penetrated her with four fingers. I imagined the two of them kissing and speeding. Suddenly, I was in that woman's place and an intense orgasm exploded between my legs. I had to wake up while my mouth was shut, and I ended up watching the train by the window, not doing anything. I didn't sleep that night. Throughout my marriage to Arnaldo, I never even imagined myself with another man, imagined myself with a woman together. I never wanted to look at that woman's face again, or listen to her. I was too obsessed with that malicious woman and it was contaminating my life. Reflecting, I understood that I was letting that happen, so I tried to relax and distract myself. With enough dishes to wash, I played a loud music. It was perfect for relaxing, until the door slammed. It was Monica. Unbelievable how she tried to ruin my day. I opened the door, but I didn't say hello, going back to the kitchen and my dishes. She, of course, chased me. With those tight shorts and the shirt without a bra, she must have wanted to show off to Arnaldo. Unfortunately for her, he left early that day. So she had to invent something to annoy me. Alessandra, can you turn the music down so I can study? Now I can't listen to my own music? Yes, but not so tall. She had this calm, sober woman's way that irritated me even more. I didn't even look at her, I kept washing my dishes. I let my anger be expressed in the way I opened and closed the faucet. My daughter, I'm in my house. I listen as I want. You can't tell me how I should listen to my music. Your music is too loud, it invades my space too. The more she talked, the more it irritated me. If you don't want to invade other people's space, why are you invading my marriage? Her eyes widened, with a face that didn't understand what I said. It seemed clear to me that she couldn't hide her intentions. She was so angry that she closed the faucet so hard that it took a lot of force for me to open it again. Monica, I know you like to be naughty. You keep bringing women in at the crack of dawn, you offer yourself to my husband in those little gym clothes, outside when he parades in his underwear for him to look at you from the balcony. Right now you're there, almost naked as you come into my house waiting for him to spy on you. Don't fool me, girl. Stay away from me and Arnaldo. As I pushed the faucet of the sink harder and harder, I threw the whole truth at her. I told her everything to her face to put her tail between her legs and go away. I thought that by that gentle way of her, I would scare her, but I was wrong. Her expression changed to an indignation, which I never saw on her face. I don't have to give you satisfaction for the clothes I wear, and I've never said or done anything else to your husband. You're the one who's gotten naughty here, spying on us. You know I've seen you looking at me from your balcony. You've done it many times. You walk around in your underwear where my husband can see you. <unk> I'm inside my house, and I've only done it a few times. In all of them it was you who was spying. It's always you who looks at me when I arrive. Your husband doesn't even do that. I'm not spying on anything. I'm watching. I do that because I know a jerk when I see one. That woman you bring in at dawn is what? Is she a show girl? When she comes to visit me, the bus arrives at dawn and we go looking for her. After that, I was left without an answer. Sister? I had nothing more to say and I was silent. On the other hand, he continued. You who are a pervert, who keeps spying on me when I'm in my underwear on the pole. You run to the window every time I come. Do you think I didn't notice you taking off your underwear while my husband and I and my sister entered the house? What were you doing? Placed against the wall like that, I couldn't help but look at her and I couldn't even respond properly, and I was nervous to realize how wrong I was and worse, how badly I was being judged, and I stuttered trying to apologize, but I wouldn't let go of my hand from the faucet, which I squeezed harder with every movement until it just burst. The handle of the faucet stayed in my hand while the water flowed in all directions. It was a despair. I tried to cover the leak with my hand and Monica asked me where the register was. I pointed to the direction, but already warned that it did not work. She ran and came back with a chair and with it reached the register to close it, without success. I bitterly regretted not having fixed it before and my despair increased because I did not know what to do. Monica ran to the door and called for Carlos, who ran up. He was surprised when he saw us and asked if there was another register, but in an old house, that was the only one. Carlos then asked for the water box and ran to the balcony, where there was a balcony. He went up and came after me. There were two registers and he explained that each house would be there closing a leak, and when I went to see the leak, thank God, there was no more. When I went to see the water, he stopped. It was a big scare and without Arnaldo around I would be lost. I was very lucky that Monica and Carlos were there. I was very ashamed of the things I said and I hugged her apologizing. I started to cry from so much embarrassment for saying all that. Her tone of voice became sweet again when she apologized to me. I felt my embrace being reciprocated with a loving grip from her. At the end of the day, she was sweet, welcoming me. It was a good hug, with a nice warmth. We were both wet, but it didn't matter. With her clothes soaked, it seemed like she wasn't even dressed. While her breasts were pressed against my breasts, I could feel her nipples stiffen. I had the impression of feeling her thigh rubbing against my back and her little caress for a while. I don't know that Carlos's caress took longer, but it was long enough to have that caress back. Carlos, you can come. At the time I didn't understand why he would be embarrassed, but we were still hugging when he came in. Monica offered her husband to replace the faucet and fix the register. I thought it was funny that she decided all this without asking if he would agree to help, especially because he was still strangely embarrassed. So it was her turn to embarrass me. Honey, did you know that my neighbor here is spying on me by hanging underwear in the service area? Carlos laughed, but I turned, hiding my face in Monica's embrace. I was red, begging her not to say anything, but I couldn't get mad. I was feeling, albeit mockingly, what it was like to be judged as a pervert. Remember when you grabbed me by the rod and pulled my panties? That's not true, Monica! <unk> So, what is the truth? I don't remember ever in my life having to answer such an embarrassing question, but that was my punishment. I thought you were showing off to my husband and only looking because you were angry. I just looked down and didn't even see the expression on Carlos' face, who remained still. Now tell me, who's in her underwear in front of the other woman's husband? It was only when her hand exploded on my butt with a hard slap that I realized. When I decided to wash dishes, I left the curtains closed and took off my shorts to make myself comfortable. I was so engrossed in the music that I forgot about it when I attended Monica and I didn't remember anymore. Nor when Carlos came. My God, I took that man to the roof, climbed the stairs with my butt in his face and I didn't even realize it. That was why he was so embarrassed and didn't go back to the kitchen. My face burned with shame and I wanted at least to turn around so I wouldn't show myself to him anymore, but she held my butt with both hands. Assume you're the perverted neighbor here. I'm not like that, Monica! She was playing while I was trying to get away from her, and in that mixture of fighting and playing, our wet bodies would curl more and that good feeling would come back. Take over for him. When I turned my face to him, I saw a different expression from that man. He didn't look embarrassed at all anymore and had his eyes turned to my ass. With that joke, my panties must have really gotten in and really must have been a sight, even more so with his wife's hands clutching it. I felt desired by a strange man in front of his wife. I didn't think about Arnaldo, the wedding or anything but the three of us there and a hot fire burning between my legs. I looked back at Monica and assumed I was crazy kissing her on the mouth. If you'd asked me earlier, I'd have said I was disgusted by women, but in the last few days that idea was taking shape in my head, without my understanding it well. My tongue invaded Monica's mouth, and she reacted with fright. She was really innocent in that whole joke, and for a few seconds she didn't know what to do. Then her tongue rubbed against mine, and her hands squeezed my body again. At that moment I turned to another woman, sliding my hands into her shorts, touching her ass as she did to me. I put my leg between hers and felt the hard frost rubbing against my thigh. We whimpered together, between kisses and squeezes. I looked at Carlos and called him. He was quiet, but he seemed to be suppressing a tremendous desire by the way he hugged me from behind. His hands came squeezing my breasts and I melted with his kisses on my neck. I could still feel that hard stick rubbing against my ass. Carlos kissed Monica on the mouth and then me. He had four hands grabbing me and a nice volume pressing on my butt. That made me curious and I took a hand back and lowered his shorts a little. It was enough for that hard stick to free itself and I felt not only the volume but also the heat. His wife lowered my panties and opened my butt, asking him to put it in me. I almost screamed when he came in. It was so hard, pulsating. Carlos was holding me tight by the waist and slamming his hip on my ass. His dick was going in and out of the mouthful hard, fast, nice. I was leaning on the sink, trying to resist that violent fuck. Between me and the sink was Monica, kissing me. When Carlos slowed down, I took a hand from her and took it to my mouthful and started playing it too. He, eating me at a slower pace, hugged me from behind, holding my breast and his wife's. He fucked me with a nice roll that made me feel his dick going around and around. That and Monica's fingers on my clitoris were driving me crazy. She was also rubbing her dick and we all cried together. I felt touched and eaten, I was the first to laugh. I received Carlos' caresses on my back and Monica's kisses while I was trembling. Then Carlos ate me harder again. I could hear him growling as I felt his dick fall off of me and the hot fuck fall on my butt. It was different, but I loved knowing that he had liked my body so much. With Monica I gave another kiss on her mouth and accelerated my fingers on her, until I covered my mouth to drown out the scream of my own orgasm. It took a long time to understand, but I was the depraved neighbor and now I'm the girlfriend of the couple from the lower house.