Chapter 1 — The Thing Next Door

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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"Oh my... Is that man undressing again? Naked, right in front of the window? How vulgar..."

I knew it was shameful, yet I couldn't help but sneak glances, pretending to look away while inching closer, peering through the gap in the curtain. Our neighbor was nearly always naked at night, and if I just looked a little closer… I could see it—the thing between his legs.

"Ah... It's... too much... So massive..."

As I stared at the man next door, a soft moan slipped from my lips without my knowing. My lower body grew damp, my inner flesh twisting with heat, pulsing with a hunger I couldn't name.

"What are you doing over there?"

I didn't even notice my husband approaching—too absorbed in watching another man's body.

"Ah... Huh... N-nothing... Hyunseok's been fussy, so I just came out for air..."

I stammered the excuse, my voice trembling.

"Phfft... Pffft... Hahh... Hahh..."

And there it began again—my husband's nightly ritual. His half-limp thing bulged out like a cocoon beneath his belly, and as he finished, I felt a surge of irritation rise inside me.

"Ah... Mrs. Park next door must be so lucky..."

"To have such a... big thing..."

Just thinking about that man's thick member made my thighs press together involuntarily, my core clenching as if already filled. My husband, oblivious, thought he'd pleased me and collapsed onto the bed, snoring almost instantly.

"I can't believe this... If you're going to do it like this, why even bother?"

My body, still burning, began to imagine—his thick cock slipping into my slit, claiming me. Without thinking, I plunged my fingers deep inside myself, twisting them in circles.

"Ah... Huhhh... David... Make me your rag... Wipe yourself on me..."

"I want to be your servant... Hah... Hahh..."

Suddenly, I froze.

I had just called out my neighbor's name—begging him to fill me, to use me. My own voice shocked me.

I turned to look at my husband lying beside me, snoring, his face slack with sleep.

Ugh... How repulsive he looked.

A man who couldn't even satisfy his own wife.

Before we had Hyunseok, he was at least bearable. Now? I was going mad.

The craving for real sex—deep, hard, consuming—gnawed at me.

The desire to feel that thick thing stretch my insides until I screamed.

I was still a woman. A proper one. A wife who had never known another man.

Yet a sigh escaped me, heavy with longing.

A few days passed. That night, as usual, the neighbor was undressing naked in his room. I crept closer to his window, desperate to see that thick thing again.

But then—there he was, crouched on a chair, his cock fully erect.

It was so clear, so vivid—

"Ah... That thing... Ah... Huhhh... If only I could... just once... feel it inside me... Ah... Hmm..."

My pussy flooded with wetness, soaking through my panties. My legs trembled, my inner flesh throbbing, desperate for touch.

And then—oh god—our eyes met.

He saw me.

And he smiled. A slow, knowing grin.

"Should I just run over there and suck him?"

"Should I beg him? Just once—fuck me, please?"

But I didn't have the courage. I turned and fled back inside.

My body buzzing, my mind wild, I tried to wake my sleeping husband.

He just snored louder. A fool.

Then came the day I decided to try. I put on the red lace bra and sheer panties I'd bought just for this—new, daring, meant to tempt.

I stepped outside to throw out the trash. And there he stood—my neighbor, planted firmly in the hallway.

Without thinking, I bowed slightly, smiling as if greeting my own husband.

He stared at me—long, intense—then smirked.

"No... This can't be..."

When I bowed, my tank top slipped, my breasts spilling forward as if begging for his touch. The bright red bra peeked through.

I quickly adjusted myself, face burning.

That evening, he came to my door.

Said his washing machine was broken.

I hesitated—something felt off—but it was daytime, so I followed him next door.

The moment I stepped in—

"Ah... Huhhh..."

His strong arm wrapped around my waist. One hand crushed my breast through the lace, kneading it roughly. The other yanked down my pants.

My mind blurred. Part of me wanted to melt into him, to let him take me right there.

But I was a married woman.

I resisted.

"Ah... Huhhh... Don't... Please, no..."

But then he started cursing me—calling me a slut, a whore, daring to belong to another man.

"Ah... Huhhh... It stings... Gently..."

He grabbed my pubic hair, tugging hard—almost painful, but the pain melted into electric pleasure. I found myself begging.

"Please... Touch me... Touch my pussy..."

"Uhh... Oh... Ah... Ahhh..."

His fingers, hot and rough, tore through my folds, circling my clit. I gave in, spreading my legs wide, inviting him deeper.

He sneered when he saw my red lingerie."A married bitch like you, dripping wet? You're just a whore."

But the words didn't hurt. They thrilled me.

I wanted to scream, I want to be your whore! But I couldn't.

My mind drifted, surrendering completely. I wanted to be nothing—just a rag for him to use.

But I fought.

I wanted it—but I shouldn't.

I said I couldn't—my child was home.

He laughed."A mother with a kid, and you're leaking like this?" He grabbed my hair, yanking my head down."On your knees. Now."

His voice left no room for refusal.

He unzipped, pulled out his thick cock—hard, veined, massive.

How long had I dreamed of this?

I dropped to my knees and took him deep into my mouth, gagging, tears in my eyes, but sucking with all my heart.

I didn't care anymore. I wanted this man to split my pussy wide, to ruin me completely.

He moaned, praising me."Good girl. Suck it deeper."

Excited, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, swirling it, forming a ring with my fingers and stroking up and down.

His grunts drove me wild. I couldn't believe this side of me existed.

Then he lifted me, placing me on top of the washing machine.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, offering my pussy—my pretty, wet slit—for him to see.

I should've felt pain—the first time a stranger's stubble scraping my skin—but instead, it sent sparks through me.

"Ah... Ah... Huhhh... I'm dying... Oh God... This man..."

Finally, his tongue plunged into my core, lapping at my folds, tasting me deeply.

From above, he looked like a dog, feasting on my pussy.

"Ah... Huhhh... Fill me... Fill my slit with your cum... I'll die... Hah... Huhhh... Darling..."

Did I just call him darling?

Begging a stranger to fuck me, to crush me—was I mad?

"Ah... Ughhh..."

His thick cock loomed over me, pulsing, staring into my wet hole.

My inner flesh screamed for it—fill me, fill me now.

I swallowed hard, mouth dry.

"Phfft... Puhh... Puhh! Puhh!"

Then—his thick shaft split my pussy open, driving deep, all the way to my womb.

"Ah... This feeling... The thick cock... piercing me... So solid... So heavy..."

I would die happy if this was the only time.

"Ah... Huhhh..."

His thrusts began. On the washing machine, my pussy wide open, I took every inch of him—deep, deeper.

"Ah... This... overwhelming... strength..."

I was lost in ecstasy, body trembling, mind shattered.

Then—he lifted me off the machine.

Pressed me against the wall.

Lifted one of my legs.

He was going to do it standing.

"Ah..."

I'd never done this before. My heart pounded, my body tense with fear and excitement.

I reached out, took his thick cock in my hand, and guided it into my wet slit.

How many women have done this? Taken a stranger's cock into their own hands and shoved it into their hole?

"Phuuh... Pffft... Ah... I'm going crazy... This position..."

With each thrust, my inner flesh twisted, pulled, crushed, then released.

"Ah... Huhhh..."

After only a few deep strokes—my body betrayed me.

I came—hard—clenching around him, screaming into the silence.