The Married Woman Next Door Complained About my TV Noise

Title: “The Married Woman Next Door and Her Unforgettable Visit”

I had always found my neighbor Makiko-san quite attractive, but kept my distance out of respect for her marriage. The petite Japanese beauty with her long, silky black hair and curves in all the right places was a sight to behold in her traditional yukata robes. Little did I know that my TV’s volume would lead to an encounter I’d never forget…

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and the football game was on, speaker cranked up to the max. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at my door. I opened it to find an irritated Makiko-san standing outside, arms crossed over her ample chest. “Excuse me, but your television is far too loud,” she said sternly. “My husband is trying to nap and it’s keeping him awake.”

I was immediately apologetic, stammering an explanation. Makiko-san’s brow remained furrowed though – until her gaze drifted downward and lingered on the obvious tent in my pants. Her expression softened. “Perhaps there’s something else keeping you awake as well, hmm?” she purred seductively.

Before I could respond, she reached out and boldly palmed my bulge. I gasped at her audacity. Makiko-san smirked and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one is watching,” she said, trailing a finger down my chest. “Well, now you have your chance.”

In a daze, I felt Makiko-san start to unbutton my jeans. She dropped to her knees and freed my throbbing erection. “Mmm, not bad,” she said, stroking me to full hardness. Then she leaned in and swirled her tongue around the head before taking me into her hot mouth.

I groaned loudly as Makiko-san began to bob up and down my shaft, her plush lips and skilled tongue bringing me to the edge. Just as I was about to climax, she pulled off and stood up, licking her lips. “Not like this,” she said teasingly. “I want you to fuck me properly.”

I kicked off my pants as Makiko-san disrobed, revealing the most enchanting body I’d ever seen. Creamy skin dusted with freckles, perky tits with dusky pink nipples, a tight washboard stomach, lush hips and a downright lewd cameltoe in her pink thong. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Makiko-san pushed me down onto the couch and straddled my lap, grinding her wet heat along my shaft. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall away to expose her gorgeous teardrop breasts. I was in heaven. Slowly, she raised her hips and sank down onto my thick cock, engulfing me in her silky pink folds.

“Yes!” Makiko-san cried out as she began to ride me, her juices coating my shaft. I gripped her hips tightly, pistoning into her hard and fast. Our bodies slapped together loudly, coupling with the lewd squelches and groans emanating from Makiko-san’s bouncing body. It was debauched and spectacular, like a scene out of an adult video.

“Fuck me harder!” Makiko-san demanded, her eyes flashing. I flipped our positions, pinning her down as I drove into her with reckless abandon. She wrapped her legs around my waist, nails digging into my back as she urged me on. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!”

I felt her pussy clench around me as she reached her peak, a long, keening wail pouring from her mouth. The pulsing of her walls milked my own orgasmic contractions out of me and I spilled my seed deep inside Makiko-san’s core. When I finally pulled out, thick ropes of cum leaked out of her abused hole.

We collapsed onto the sofa together, panting and sweaty, sated looks on our faces. Makiko-san clung to me possessively, a dreamy smile on her face. “Mmm, that was exactly what I needed,” she said, stroking my chest. “I’ve hidden it for so long, but I crave makeup sex. I love when my husband is angry with me and we fight out our frustrations in bed. And that’s what your TV noise tonight has inspired.”

I looked at her sharply. “What do you mean? Your husband doesn’t know you’re here?”

Makiko-san giggled naughtily. “Of course not, silly! If he knew, he’d never let me out of bed. He LOVES makeup sex too. In fact…” She reached for her phone. “I’m going to tell him everything. Right now.”

My eyes widened as I watched Makiko-san type a long message in Japanese, accompanied by some very explicit photos of her and I burning up the sofa. Then she hit send with a wicked grin. “There. Now all I have to do is wait.”

We didn’t have to wait long. Less than an hour later, there was a violent pounding at my door, which I opened to reveal a very angry, very aroused looking Japanese salaryman. His eyes flashed in recognition of the unmistakable marks of passion on his wife’s neck. “You!” he growled at me threateningly.

But Makiko-san just smiled sweetly and held out her arms. “Dearest, there’s no need to be upset. I’ve just been having the most wonderful time with our next door neighbor. Why don’t you come inside and join us so we can finish what the three of us started?” She began to strip the man with surprising strength and soon, our evening was filled with the intimate sounds of three excited adults pleasuring each other.

Let’s just say the following day was very awkwardly fun when our other neighbors complained to me about the loud noises coming from my apartment throughout the night. I asked them if they wanted to come inside to see the real source of the racket. They declined, but the knowing smirks on both their faces (despite the woman’s tagline “I’m just a housewife, i have no interest in extramarital activities”) told me they knew exactly who lured me into participating in a wild and untold of neighbor-wife threesome. I’ll never know if I was the cause of their own sexual awakening or just the catalyst that set off their new sexual adventures without me. I may never know what those neighbors really get up to after hours, but one thing is for certain – they sure as hell would never again complain about my afternoon TV volume, not after what they WISHED WERE THE SOURCE OF THEIR SEX-FILLED NIGHTS BEFORE.