Trick or Treat Cheating: Meeting Up With My Neighbor

I have a neighbor who’s deserved a trick or treat cheating night.

Despite recently moving in, I think he needed a trick or treat cheating night more than anyone already in the neighborhood. His wife travels for work. When his wife’s away, he and I have exchanged some very heated glances when we pass by each other. A few words here, a few touches there, and I am very much understanding he’d love to spend time with me instead of his wife.

I can’t blame him. I’m a thousand times sexier than his wife, but that’s neither here nor there. Really, what matters is that he’s into me, and I’m into him. Plus, he’s good eye candy to look at.

So, I kept thinking of ways to get him to cheat. And low and behold, the idea of a trick or treat cheating night fell into my lap. When we met for a jog, his wife told me she was headed out of town to help with relatives for Halloween, leaving him alone that night.

Thus, when I knew she was on her way, I dressed in a slutty witch costume and made my way to her place.

I knocked on the door. “Trick or treat,” I said loudly, knowing my dress barely covered the back end of my ass, and my thigh-high boots were far too impractical for the winter. My dress top was barely covering my bosom, and my nipples were poking through the fabric due to the cold.

This is the state my neighbor opened the door to. He paused for a moment, his eyes checking me over once or twice.

Then, he broke out into a huge grin. “Come on in,” he said.

I smiled.

Our trick or treat cheating was on.

Within minutes, I was on my hands and knees, only in my thighboots on his bed. He was naked behind me, and he was fucking my brains out. The thought of his wife never passed my mind. And I’m sure she didn’t cross his, either.
Instead, his cock was deep inside me.

My pussy clenched around his shaft, trying to encourage him to breed me. So what if it was where he fucked his wife? At this moment, we were having a little Halloween party to ourselves, a trick or treat cheating night.

My hands grasped the sheets tightly as he rammed into me, making me gasp and moan from the rough treatment. I couldn’t get enough of it. My body craved more. And, judging by the way his fingers dug into my hips, the way he leaned forward, kissing my back, and the way his breathing grew haggard, he wasn’t going to last long.

I wouldn’t either. My own body was heating up, and my toes were curling in delight. With each moment, we both drew closer to the edge.

I couldn’t resist reaching down, rubbing my clit.

And I screamed as I came. My orgasm shook through me, sending jolts of ecstasy up and down my body. My pussy tightened and spasmed around his dick. His cock pulsed once, twice, and then he came inside me.

By the end, I was nothing more than a cum obsessed kinky breedslut. And I loved it. I hope he enjoyed his trick or treat cheating sex, too!

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