Adultery My Hot Neighbor

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“Yes, baby! Don’t stop!” she shouted. I was fucking her from behind. She was bent over. She supported herself by keeping her hands on the back of the sofa. I was slamming my cock inside of her vagina hard and deep. Everything else was kind of a blur. I didn’t recall how I got there.

All I knew was that I had to make Mansi cum. “Yes! You are so good!” she moaned. “I’m close to cumming! Don’t stop. Give me that hard cock!” she said. I grunted and increased my pace. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. Suddenly she yelled “AHHHHH”. I could feel her vagina tighten on my cock. I smiled to myself.
Suddenly I heard a loud noise. I snapped my eyes open. I was dreaming. My maid, Sarika had opened my door and disturbed my wonderful dream. She smiled at me naughtily and started sweeping the floor. I realized soon why she gave me that naughty look.
My hard cock had made a tent not just in my shorts but also in my blanket. It was pretty noticeable. I smiled to myself thinking about the erotic dream I had of my hot neighbor Mansi. Thinking about the dream I realized that my erection had to be taken care of. So I got up from the bed and headed to my bathroom.
I noticed Sarika checking out my morning wood as I headed for the bathroom. I smiled to myself. She was pretty good looking and had fat in all the right places and she had a dusky complexion. She was married and had 2 children. A married woman checking out my erection gave me more pleasure.
My confidence rose. I entered my bathroom turned around to shut the door. I looked into her eyes. She stopped sweeping for the moment and looked at me. I gave her a naughty smile and shut the door. This was the first time I went so far with her.
My recent tryst with Mansi had given me immense confidence and I had become bolder. I masturbated in my bathroom thinking about Mansi. Thought about the dream and what more I could do to that sexy vixen. It had been few days since I had that encounter with Mansi.
We couldn’t get an appropriate time to meet again. But our sexting continued. It was not the real deal but that’s what I had to be satisfied with. I went downstairs. The cook was helping my mother fix breakfast. My father was reading the newspaper.
I greeted them and went to get juice. “Anjali wants you at her place today. Head on there after you are done with breakfast and all.” My mother said to me. “Okay. May I ask why?” I asked my mother. “She wants help with something on her PC. I told her you will be there soon.” my mother said.
“Okay” I replied while thinking about Mrs. Anjali Goyal. She was another hot neighbor who I had often fantasized about. She was about 5 feet 5 inches, fair complexion, and an amazing body. Her breasts were bigger than Mansi’s breasts and her booty was perfect.
When I saw Anjali for the first time I couldn’t believe she was married and had an 8-year-old son. So many times I would sneakily stare at her when she would come over. “Hello. Hello. Rahul are you there?” my father said. “Huh. Oh yes.” I said as I snapped out of my thoughts about Anjali.
My father looked at me quizzically and told me to go get my breakfast as it was ready. As I was eating my breakfast I thought about the one specific memory I had of Anjali. We had a function in our house a few years back. She had come to her function in a red sari.