A Panty Sniffing Problem

Naughty Nextdoor Neighbor

Did I ever tell you about my neighbor who had a panty sniffing problem? I would dare to call it an addiction, really. Worse than that was how I fell madly in love with him. I was fresh out of college and doing life in the appropriate order. My newlywed husband and I were in marital bliss. We had both jumped right into our careers, and the future was looking pristine. Children were not in our near future, but we had talked about them being right at our five-year point. We had landed a beautiful home in a prestigious neighborhood, and we were ready to live our best life. All of our neighbors were stunning and the kind of people that you wanted to be surrounded by.

The neighbor immediately to our right was just as gorgeous as the rest, but he was different than the others. Not that I suspected a panty sniffing problem. First of all, he was middle-aged and single. Oddly, this neighborhood was mostly all coupled up. They were also strangely young, so “nameless on the right” was unique here. Naturally, I was intrigued and tended to notice his movements and routine. So far, I have observed that he does date and seems to be extremely romantic in his dating life. I had never seen the same woman twice, but he was so endearing with each one. For example, I saw him bring a date into his home, and 3 mins later, a horse-drawn carriage appeared in front of his residence.

Panty Sniffing Problem

Witnessing him adorn all of these women with all of these romantic gestures made me crave a sexy stranger encounter. This craving was so confusing to me because I was so happy in my brand new marriage. It wasn’t as if I was some desperate and horny housewife. My husband made me feel like a Queen. He was everything I ever imagined a good husband to be. Literally, he satisfied every single one of my needs. Also, he didn’t have a panty sniffing problem. So let me just tell you how I found out that my maughty neighbor did have that problem. The very same day that we met the neighbor, a pair of my panties was gone from my hamper in the bathroom. How did I know it was my neighbor, you ask? An hour after he visited (and used the bathroom before he left), I saw him masturbating in his bedroom.

Hwerecurtains were open, and he was in his window staring at me. Our bedrooms face each other, and our windows are directly across from one another. I couldn’t stop staring in shock. That is when I noticed that he was stroking his member with panties that looked just like a pair that I have. A panty sniffing problem, and my panties was not good. Immediately, I ripped myself from the scene and went to check my hamper, where I put them this morning. Sure enough, they were gone.

Accidentally Attracted

I was in absolute shock. We had just formally met this man, and he had the nerve to do such a thing. This was unacceptable, and I had to let him know how I felt. Marching over to his place, I realized I was strangely turned on. What the hell is wrong with me? With each step I took, I felt my desire grow more. How was this even happening right now? Trying to reason these feelings with the reddening anger was not working. My nipples were swelling, and my panties were getting wet.

Wanting someone with a panty sniffing problem was new to me. When he answered the door, all reasonable logic evolved into a puddle between my legs. It made no sense, but I just stepped in, shut the door behind me, and embraced him. As my lips met his, I fumbled between his legs. With me stroking his member through his pants, he couldn’t resist taking them off and taking me right there. After turning me around and sliding my panties to the side, he entered me. We made mad, sweet, passionate love right on the other side of his front door. After that incident, I left, and we never spoke of it again.

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