She's right there every afternoon.
Bending in that sun-faded sundress, hands deep in the dirt of her backyard garden, curves begging for a man's real attention.
Her husband lumbers past like she doesn't exist, leaving her hollow, childless, starved for the kind of fierce wanting that fills a woman up from the inside.
I know that look. I've seen it in her stolen glances over the splintered fence.
And damn if it doesn't make me hard, knowing I could end her ache with one ruthless thrust.
Our yards touch like forbidden lovers.
One humid evening, her fingers claw the warm soil as my breath ghosts her neck through the slats.
No words at first. Just her gasp when I pull her close enough to feel my heat pressing against her loyalty.
She fights it - that wedding ring flashing like a warning - but her body melts, thighs parting for the neighbor who's anything but neighborly.
I bury myself deep, pumping thick ropes of my seed into her willing heat, marking her womb while her oblivious fool mows the lawn yards away.
Guilty rapture twists her face, but she takes every drop, whispering how empty she's been without this.
It's our dirty secret now.
Daylight chats over coffee mugs hide the nights she sneaks to me, belly destined to swell under innocent fabric.
Her marriage hangs by those pretty lies she tells herself - perfect wife, perfect life.
But I'm the salvation she craves, the virile storm rewriting her future with every forbidden load.
One slip, though, and it all crumbles: her fragile world, that soul-deep longing for a baby that's mine.
Can she hide our swollen truth long enough to beg for more?
A full-length cuckolding breeding impregnation erotic romance featuring a neglected wife and her potent neighbor.
