"My husband is a premature ejaculator."
That's all she needs to say.
He pushes her against the wall, hands roaming over her supple backside before slipping up her dress. Grey dress, white cotton knickers. Her husband doesn't let her wear pretty clothes, afraid they'll attract a man who can do what he can't. And the last time she wore sexy knickers he creamed himself, wheezing and moaning, before he could even drop his pants.
But the man next door sees past the drab, baggy clothing to the hourglass figure beneath, and he has what it takes to claim it.
There's an ocean of lust in those plain, bland panties, unmet needs scorching a hole through the cotton. Her mound grinds against the palm of his hand before he pulls the garment aside and slips a finger into her hungry slit. She whimpers into his mouth.
There are so many other ways to please a woman. Finger her, eat her, rub the clit. There are toys, creams, tricks, medicines. But her hubby refused them all, too proud to consider them, a pride as intense as it was baseless; his way is to mount her for a ten-second ride, thirty on a good day, take his own pleasure then fall asleep. And so she seeks satisfaction from another, wrapping her arms around him and smushing her heavy tits against his wide chest. As she does, his fingers find the clitoris and reduce her to a whimpering wreck.
Her kisses run along his neck, turning to bites as her desire is unleashed. In the empty house her moans rise and echo, noises the walls have never heard her make in company. For three years of marriage, she has taken care of her own pleasure. But that's about to change.
She squeezes the neighbour's ass, a move that would have had her husband jizzing in his pants. But the real man next door just growls and lifts her, carries her, sets her heart-shaped ass down upon the table. Her knickers are thrown aside, his belt unbuckled, and his cock springs loose. It's bigger than what she's used to; an added humiliation for the cuckold-to-be.
The neighbour runs his fingers through her long chestnut hair before fondling her big tits playfully. Then the time comes for him to hike her dress over her waist, grab her by her shapely hips, and slams his cock inside her to the hilt.
A cry escapes her lips as iron-hard masculinity fills her neglected snatch. Her new lover takes a moment to savour her lush wetness before drawing back, dragging a moan from her before spearing home again. And again. Over and over.
She cries and squeals, moans and shrieks as he fucks her at a pace her sissy husband could never dream of. Her tits bounce beneath their drab dress and her eyes widen with desires finally fulfilled. With hard thrust after hard, manful thrust the neighbour fucks her silly, his pace constant, his breath steady. No whimpers. No apologies. No quick squirt and shriveling collapse, no slumping down breathless and wheezing. No. He fucks and keeps fucking, the way she's dreamed about being fucked. The way she needs to be fucked.