My husband and I have been married for a year,
and we are supposed to still be in the honeymoon phase,
but lately, I've found our "night life" to be dull.
I'm still a woman in my prime at 25...
The reason is,
our sex life has become routine and lacks variety,
and ever since I started a secret relationship with the man next door,
it's become even more boring.
(Truth is stranger than fiction)
The affair began when
the neighbor's wife went back to her hometown for childbirth.
One day, I found myself in the elevator with the neighbor's husband.
He was carrying large shopping bags in both hands, so I asked,
"Shopping?"
He replied with a very refreshing smile,
"My wife has gone back to the countryside for childbirth."
He was tall, well-built, and had the look of an athlete.
A few days later, on a Saturday afternoon,
the neighbor's husband came to visit.
My husband works in the service industry, so he's not home on weekends.
The reason for his visit was
to discuss the cleaning schedule for the communal garbage area.
Standing at the entrance, he said,
"It smells good in here."
I had made curry for dinner early.
When I said, "You must be having a hard time with your wife away,"
he replied, "I might become an expert in instant food."
We laughed it off, but later I felt sorry for him,
so I eagerly brought him some curry.
His kitchen was piled high with dirty dishes, so
I washed them for him as well.
Even though I thought I was being overly helpful,
I just couldn't leave him like that.
That night, I was intimate with my husband.
Our apartment is on the top floor, the fifth floor, and there are no tall buildings nearby,
so there's no worry about being seen even if the window is slightly open.
Since my husband smokes,
we left the bedroom window slightly open during the act.
The next morning, after seeing my husband off,
I went next door to retrieve the dish I had brought the curry in,
and the neighbor's husband looked very displeased when he opened the door.
As I wondered if I had done something wrong,
he said, "I haven't washed the dish yet," so
I said, "I'll do it," and went into the kitchen, which was the start of my mistake.
Standing right behind me, he said,
"I'm envious of how close you and your husband are."
Not understanding, I tilted my head, and he said,
"I couldn't sleep because of the stimulating sounds last night."
He explained that
our bedrooms are adjacent,
and he had also left his window open,
so he heard our activities from the balcony side.
Blushing, I looked down, and he said,
"For someone living a celibate life, it was too stimulating. Your voice is very sexy."
He pulled me close as he said this.
I tried to escape, but
being held by someone so well-built, I couldn't move.
Pressed against the wall,
he said, "It's your fault for making such sounds," and in my confusion, I kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize, I'm really sorry."
Looking back, it seems strange, but
at the time, I really felt like I had done something wrong.
He grabbed my arm, led me to the bedroom, and threw me onto the unmade bed.
If I disliked him, I would have resisted, but
he undressed me and touched my intimate parts while kissing me.
When he moved his fingers while kissing, I felt so much that I involuntarily sucked his tongue.
At that point, he must have thought I was willing.
He said, "Touch it," and guided my hand to his penis.
It was hot and hard... I think it was slightly larger than my husband's.
While continuing to kiss and caress him with my hand, he suddenly spread my legs,
and we were in the act before I knew it.
He asked, "Is it okay?" but
he was already entering... I couldn't respond.
I've had a few experiences with men other than my husband, but
the pressure when he entered was overwhelming,
and when I climaxed, I thought my heart would stop.
The amount he released on my stomach was immense,
and I really think he had been holding back.
That night, I initiated sex with my husband.
Partly out of guilt towards him, but
I think I was more conscious of wanting the neighbor to hear.
The next day, as if waiting for my husband to leave for work, he came over.
As soon as I opened the door, he looked angry,
and without a word, he took me next door.
He stripped me naked without a word,
and that day, I willingly took him in my mouth.
My husband had released in my mouth a few times, but
he was the first I swallowed.
Once his mood improved, we had lunch together,
and had sex twice in the afternoon.
We forgot our positions,
and it felt like we were lovers.
Our relationship was supposed to end when his wife returned, but
we've started meeting outside, and it hasn't ended yet.
Of course, I'm happy about that.
