The first time I saw Abigail was a few months ago when she and her boyfriend moved in the house across the street. I observed her a few times sitting on the porch reading books. Most of the time she was drinking beer while reading, but some days I noticed her eating ice cream. From what I can tell, she was a beautiful woman. She was slim but not skinny. She liked to wear white tops and it was difficult to say, looking from the distance, how big or small her tits actually were. For sure they were barely noticeable staring from my window across the street. My general conclusion was that she was a hot shot in her early thirties, until later I found out that this was an underestimate.

I kept observing her with interest for a few weeks. Almost every day she used to sit on her porch reading a book, watching her phone and almost always she was drinking coffee. While talking with a few of my neighbors, I managed to determine that her name was Abigail and that her boyfriends name was Mark. He was a carpenter on a local construction site and she was... well she was currently staying at home. I've also been told that they were renting the house and that they will probably stay for about 2 years here. Nothing out of the ordinary as you can see.

Days passed and things were still the same. Abigail was on the porch every day during the time I was going out for work. With the hotness of the summer slowly taking over the town I decided that I need a few days off. The first day of my improvised vacation I spent on my porch drinking beer and scrolling on my phone. At least it seemed that way, but actually I was watching Abigail on the other side of the street.

On the second day, she made me aware with a wave that she had seen me and on the third day she gave me a sign to come over. I did not hesitate even for a second and I crossed the street. Coming closer and closer, my assumptions were confirmed. Abigail was more then a beautiful woman - she was a goddess and the goddess had invited me over to her porch. I was never good with small talk but I gave my best not to stare at her tits constantly while we were drinking some coffee together. I seemed to have done well because she was in a good mood and kept laughing as we talked. This was a great achievement and recognition for me because my task was really difficult considering that I have always been a man who very much likes boobs and she was definitely not wearing a bra underneath her white top. With a few words I could clearly see her pierced nipples and the areola under them through the thin white fabric. Once the second coffee cup was dry, I stood up and said goodbye. Little did I know that on the very next day I would have the possibility not only to watch them without her top, but also to grope them.

As I already had suggested there was another meeting between the two of us and it was again on her porch. This time things went in a totally different direction. She went in to make the coffee, but only a minute later she slightly opened the door and suggested for me to come in because she needed help with something. There was a strange feeling in my stomach, but I complied with her request. During the few seconds I needed to get to the door and go inside after her, she had already thrown aside her top. Her amazing tits were shining in front of me. I must have been a bit startled from the beautiful view of her firm big breasts, because she grabbed my hand and put it on her right tit.

"What are you waiting for? Pinch my piercing" the fear of me being caught with her started melting away as I indeed accepted her proposal and pinched probably too hard on her jewel like piercing. She moaned softly.

Before I could say or do anything else she unzipped her jeans and forced my other hand on her labia. Needless to say, that there were no panties there, just bare shaved pussy and what's more it was a wet one. A very wet one.

"Don't tell me that you need another invite. You are still with clothes, don't embarrass yourself and get naked. I want your cock in me"

From this point on things started spiraling. Her slutty behavior had already made me rock hard, so a second later we were both naked and I was pumping her pussy on her countertop. Sincerely in that moment, I had already forgotten that she had a boyfriend. I was concentrated entirely on the feeling of my hardness and her soft wet pussy. My movements become even more rapid which was encouraged by the music of her soft moaning. Five minutes. I managed to last only five minutes before sperm started erupting from the head of my cock inside of her.

"Yes, Patrick, fill my slutty cunt with your sperm" she almost yelled those words while she grabbed my butt stopping me from ejaculating outside of her.

"I hope you are on pills" were the only words I could think of in that situation. I don't mind the crude language and the feeling of ejaculating in her was marvelous and liberating, but I still had a small concern - it was not my intention to get her pregnant.

As if the cheating hot girlfriend was not a big enough dream, she knelt in front of me and took my cock with her hand.

"Don't worry about that, let me suck a bit" Abigail looked me in the eyes as my softening cock started disappearing in her mouth. She kept eye contact as she took it all inside. Her lips were resting at my crotch. Those three seconds felt like eternity. Abigail kept looking at me as for my surprise I felt that I was getting hard again. The feeling of having my cock in her sweet mouth as my erection was building up was amazing.

Abigail was really good with her tongue. This happened to be one of the best if not the best blowjob in my life. I hardly believed it but she managed to make me cum again in less then 10 minutes.

"Tomorrow we will drink coffee again, right?" Abigail asked while she was getting dressed.

"Of course. It would be pleasure" I almost confidently winked at her. She was definitely a beautiful sexy woman, especially because at this exact moment I could see some sperm on the side of her lip.

"We should hurry, Mark will come home in a while to have lunch." she urged me to get ready faster so I simply did exactly that.

Half a minute later while on the door, about to exit the house, she pulled me by the hand and whispered in my ear:

"I hope you like anal, because Mark has not fucked my bum since ages" her voice was playful.

I froze. I did not know how to respond which seemingly bothered her.

"Now go, I hope I will see you tomorrow." Abigail pushed me out of the house.

I stepped outside. Something was telling me that this summer was to be very hot indeed, but for different reasons. The only problem was how to do it without the neighbors and especially her boyfriend Mark knowing.