«My Horny Hotwife Neighbor» by Alana Church

Colin has new neighbors, and things are heating up. Sexy, sultry Amber can't keep her hands (or mouth) off him. But her husband Tony is a football player with a notorious temper. Colin can't resist Amber's body or her sensual skills, but what will he do if Tony learns about their affair? Find out in “My Horny Hotwife Neighbor!”

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“Hi there, Sam!” a clear voice exclaimed, and I saw Amber’s tall, sexy figure rise and walk towards the fence. “How are you doing? Are you protecting Colin from all the big, scary football players?”

Sam put his paws up against the wooden fence, his tail wagging like a spastic metronome as Amber scratched him behind the ears.

“I think he likes you better than he likes me,” I commented, getting up and wandering over.

“And why not? I’m very lovable. Everyone says so,” she smirked.

Lovable? Or screwable? “You look good,” I said instead.

“Oh, this old thing?” she smiled, looking down at her bikini. Royal blue, it was barely decent. “I’m trying to get a good tan this summer. A real one, rather than a fake.” She shook her head in mock-disgust. “I don’t know why, but a tan that comes from real sunlight always feels better than one you get on a tanning bed in a salon.” She pulled at the straps of her bikini-top, making her large breasts wobble in a manner that was incredibly distracting. “But I have to be careful. It’s the Irish in me. Pale skin that would rather burn than tan.” Her nose wrinkled adorably. “And if my top gets any smaller, the girls here would just fall right out, and wouldn’t that be embarrassing.”

“Don’t feel like you have to cover up on my behalf,” I said, and crossed my arms on top of the fence. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I bet you wouldn’t, you naughty boy.” She batted at my arm playfully. “But you know Tony. Or maybe you don’t. If he found out that I was sunbathing topless, he would flip right out. He’s so old-fashioned sometimes. I keep trying to tell him that he married a cheerleader, not a nun. I’m proud of my body, not ashamed.” She turned in profile. “Don’t you think I’m sexy, Colin?”

“I’m pretty sure you got all the proof you needed the other day,” I said, eyeing her body in undisguised approval.

“Mmmm, yes.” She closed her eyes as she smiled, her lips turning up lecherously. “You tasted so good. I played with myself that night in bed,” she whispered wickedly. “After Tony fell asleep. Thinking about you.”