Chapter 1 — The Sex with My Neighbor, a Married Woman

Our apartment building has corridor-style units. I live in unit 602. She lives in 603.

Her husband is a civil servant who always comes home late, sometimes not at all due to frequent night duties.

I'm married too, with two kids. My wife has full breasts and a body worth wanting.

She has one daughter. She's thirty years old. Her name is Emma Lee.

We've lived in the same building for nearly four years—just casual greetings when we pass each other now and then…

Before this happened, she was just another married neighbor—nothing more.

Occasionally, on my way home from work, I'd pass by her door and see it wide open, her inside preparing food. Maybe it's because I don't live in a big city but a small town, where people still leave their doors open like that.

I never smoke indoors—I always step out into the corridor. So even late at night, I'd often run into her while lighting up.

One night, I was standing outside smoking when her door opened.

She stepped out, apparently going to take out the trash.

The moment I saw her in a thin slip, I felt my cock stir instantly.

“Ah… Hello. Taking out the trash?”

My voice trailed off as I stared. She was about 160 cm tall, pleasantly plump, yet strikingly beautiful.

My eyes locked onto her panties, visible through the sheer fabric of her slip.

Pink slip. Black panties. Black bra. Full, heavy breasts. For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

Unaware—or perhaps pretending not to notice—she bent over, stuffing things into a garbage bag.

“Aren't you cold?” she asked suddenly. “Coming out here every night to smoke…”

I snapped my gaze away from her crotch. She hesitated for a moment—had she noticed where I was looking?

Then I saw it—her eyes flickered downward, lingering on my groin.

My cock was rock-hard, straining against my sweatpants, creating a noticeable bulge.

Hmm… She gave me a strange smile and went back inside.

Back in my apartment, I approached my wife.

I took her hand and led her outside.

The night air was chilly.

“What? What's going on out here?”

“Nothing much.”

I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

My hands found her breasts, cupping them gently.

“What are you doing? You want to do it here?”

“Just stay still.”

My right hand slid down toward her pussy.

“Mmm… Someone might see…”

“It's fine. No one's around. Just stay still.”

My wife is 28—still curvy, her body tight and supple despite being a mother.

My fingers slipped into the slit of her pussy, part