Please listen to my experience. For the past two months, I have been assaulted by the man next door.
I am a 34-year-old married woman working in sales at a certain cosmetics company.
That day, I had a day off during the week and had been working late the previous night, so I slept until almost noon.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I hurriedly got up to answer the intercom. The man next door said he had a package for me.
Reluctantly, I decided to go out and receive it.
I was a bit concerned about being in my pajamas, but I thought it would be fine since I was just receiving a package, so I went to the door.
When I received the package and tried to thank him and send him off, he looked at me with a smirk and said, "You don't wear a bra when you sleep, do you?"
Yes, the top button of my pajamas had come undone, and when I bowed to thank him, my C-cup chest was fully exposed.
I quickly covered my chest with my hands, but he approached me excitedly and grabbed my concealed chest, pinching my nipples.
I repeatedly said, "Please stop," but he showed no signs of stopping.
It escalated further. He said, "Your nipples are hard," and with great force, he pushed me down and pinned me, playing with my erect nipples.
I kept saying, "Please stop," but he continued to touch me all over.
When I said, "I'll scream," he retorted, "Do you want the neighbors to know?" and "Do you want your husband to know?" I couldn't possibly tell my husband about this.
The man next door escalated further, directly touching my chest. I felt a bit aroused and let out a small "Ah."
Hearing that, he said, "You actually like it, don't you? You're wet down there, aren't you?" and put his hand inside my underwear to check.
In reality, I was feeling it. Recently, my husband and I hadn't been intimate for almost a month.
"See," he said, making lewd sounds, "You're already this wet," and traced his fingers slowly.
My mind went blank, and I lost strength. He carried me to my bed, stripped me of all my clothes, and spread my legs wide.
He continued to assault me persistently with his tongue and fingers. I couldn't hold back my voice, and it became clear that I was feeling it.
The man next door also lowered his pants and told me to make him hard. He took my hand and made me grip him. As I did as he said,
he grew larger and hotter. "You're good at this," he said, "Now I'll put it in," and grabbed my legs, slowly entering me.
I resisted, saying, "No, no," but it was useless, and he was fully inside me.
It had been a month since I last felt pleasure, and it came quickly. I naturally wrapped my legs around his waist, and he continued to penetrate deeply, bringing me to climax.
It was the first time I had shown such a side to anyone other than my husband, and I felt ashamed of myself. But I couldn't resist the pleasure and started moving my hips to reach the next climax.
Suddenly, the man next door stopped moving his hips and said, "I'm going to come inside you, okay?" He held my waist firmly and began thrusting with great force.
I said, "No, please stop," but I couldn't escape as he held me tightly, and he eventually convulsed two or three times, ejaculating inside me.
Since that day, I have become the man's toy once a week.
Recently, he brought a black vibrator and used it to assault me,
inserting it into my anus and attacking both places simultaneously, recording the situation on video.
I have become unsatisfied with my husband's sex.
And I find myself waiting for the man next door to come over.
