My Neighbour Owns My Wife. A Cuckold's Awakening (en Inglés) - Chris P. Rider

I thought I was doing a good thing. Bob, our neighbour, was lonely after his wife left him. Just a widower needing company, or so I told myself. A cup of tea, a chat, a bit of kindness. My lovely husband Mitch didn't mind. In fact, he seemed happy I was being friendly. But somewhere along the way, the dynamic shifted. Bob's compliments became bolder. His touches lingered. And I... I didn't stop him.

The strangest part? Mitch didn't either. He'd sit there in his armchair, quiet as always, watching Bob take liberties I never thought I'd allow. A hand on my knee. A possessive arm around my waist. Comments about my body that should have made me furious, but instead left me flushed and breathless. I kept waiting for my husband to say something, to tell Bob to back off. He never did. And that silence? It felt like permission.

Bob isn't the harmless old man I thought he was. He's experienced, commanding, and built like a man half his age in all the ways that matter. The first time he kissed me, I was shocked. The second time... I kissed him back. Mitch was in the next room. He had to have known. But when I looked at him later, I didn't see anger. I saw something else. Something that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.

So if my husband is fine with it, what's the harm in a little fun? Bob makes me feel alive in ways I'd forgotten. Desired. Devoured. And Mitch? He seems to need this as much as I do, even if he can't say it out loud. Our quiet Kentish Town life has become something else entirely. Something raw, forbidden, and utterly addictive. I just hope we all know what we're getting into... because I don't think there's any going back now.