All Chapters of My Neighbour's Wife: Text, Tryst, and Trouble: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot.As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.I had told Cynthia about my interest in her, a thing I liked to remind her of, and while she did respond to it with a smile, I didn't think it would go any further. It could be that she liked that I was straight forward. I couldn't tell, but she wasn't the kind of lady that was captured by a guy's interest in her. She looked too big for that.She said she could never hint the kind of guys she dated so as not to give off a clue for me to adjust myself to her preference, and I guess she was smar

"Tell me about your trip," I broke the spell. "What made you choose to go to that particular place?"Cynthia thought for a moment. "I needed to get away. To clear my head. Sometimes I feel so…suffocated in here.""I'm sorry.""Thank you.""Maybe we can escape together sometime if you like."Cynthia looked at me with a bit of surprise on her face. A slow smile appeared as if to mask her surprise. "Maybe we can."I let the thought of us together sink in.Cynthia asked me, "Would you like to have your bath?""Yes," I said.She led me up to her room, and pointed the way to the bathroom. I moved into the bathroom, and had a light shower.When I came out, I wore just my briefs and moved to her bed.Cynthia pulled down her baggy trouser, revealing the sweet curves of her hips, and she took off her top, exposing her braless self to me. She was like a rose-touched wave on a diamond tide, I couldn't take my eyes off her.When she moved to have her bath, I idly went through my phone and wondered

There was the prism of longing inside me, and a river that ached me to my very core, threatening to dry the sands of desire I had for Cynthia. Day's had gone by in silence with my yearning for Cynthia becoming a maze.Should I reach out, I wondered. Should I wait? Movies, work, and hangouts did nothing to distract my mind away from thought's of Cynthia. And now, here I was, seated on my living room sofa, waiting to gather the dust that was my heart when my phone beeped.I picked it up to see it was a message from Cynthia. With eagerness, I tapped to read the message.Cynthia: I miss you.As if before a kiss mirror, I stared at Cynthia’s message, hardly believing my eyes. I thought to ask her what she had been up to when I typed…Tim: I miss you too.Cynthia: It's cold again.I looked out the window, and basked in the soft press of the cold against my skin. I returned my gaze to my phone.Tim: Yeah. It is cold again.Cynthia: I really loved the cuddling of the other night.Tim: As did

I was wiping one of the ceramic plates I had just rinsed when my phone beeped. I set the ceramic plate in the plate rack and looked to see who the message was from. Cynthia's name stirred my heart to life, and I immediately lowered the white hand towel as I hastened to open her message. Cynthia: Hey. I'm home. I looked out the window towards her house, but I saw no movements, no open windows or parted curtains to suggest anyone was around. I looked to my phone and typed. Tim: Welcome back. When did you get in? Cynthia: I got in very late last night Tim: Oh. Have you had enough rest? Cynthia: I think so, only I woke up very horny this morning. I paused all movement at that message. But the urge to quickly reply stirred me. Tim: Seriously? Cynthia: Yes. It happens. Sometimes, it can occur for five days straight. Tim: Was this mostly based on the mood we created from our messaging each other, or was it just your mood? Cynthia: It was based on the mood we created during our me

The echoes of Cynthia's breath were like the whispers of a fusion spark. Circling her wet clits with my finger caused a stirring in her which she responded to by slowly twirling her waist. Slightly, she sent her head backwards and arched her back in as the flame of my touch drew her towards me. She was a blush of passion, born from a diamond's embrace. My tongue played around her areolas and the surrounding swells of her graceful teats. I moved my finger from her clit and slid it into her wetness. She gasped, as if touched by the sigh of desire, creating a sizzling atmosphere. She was tight around my finger as I moved in and out of her wetness. My lips remained on her areola while I pushed into her deeply, but very slowly. She was dripping down there, coating my finger. Cynthia closed her eyes and lightly bit her lower lip before her lips parted to let out another gasp accompanied by a moan. She began to gently rock her hips as my finger played within her pleasure centre. S