when i was in my 20's I started living on my own, I moved in with my now wife. The house we bought on a terraced street but all had nice back gardens. All the neighbours along the row were nice would always say hi whenever you saw them. we were the end of the row so only had one neighbour. Her family were nice enough but a little strange, she never left the house, her son was a bit of a grunge so even when it was baking hot still had a leather jacket on and the husband came and went at all times for his for.

After living there for a few years we started seeing less and less of the husband, it turned out he was a engineer always on call so always away on emergencies and had met someone else someone who was able to leave the house. It turned out the wife literally couldn't leave the house it would terrify her. I had no idea that was the case I just didn't think she wanted to go anywhere.

They were not the cleanest of neighbours by any stretch of the imagination she obviously with not leaving the house didn't look after herself, when I saw her from the back bedroom tending to her Garden her clothes were always stained, she was a short plump lady with grey greasy hair and very small breasts for such a large lady. They had four dogs which let quite a smell waft over from their garden as she wouldn't go out so would let the dogs go in the garden.

It was on a cold and gloomy day in September when i first saw her actually leave the house, I was clearing leaves in the garden when I saw a hooded figure race past the gates. Our fence was 6 foot high so yo only really saw people go past the gates not the fence. A few minutes later I saw her going past again she looked inside our garden and said hi nbut just hurried on and back inside.

After this about once a week I would see her leaving the house and hurrying back a few minutes later, always with her hood up and head down, so I started hanging out in the front garden to see if I could chat with her, but no luck.

The following spring she was back in her back garden tending to her flowers, the nice thing about this was she always did it in what looked like her pyjamas with no bra on, although her breasts were small her nipples were rock hard, I always got hard watching her.

It was on one of her days in the back garden i was painting our side of the fence and she spoke to me, She said hi, I said how you doing? she apologised for not stopping to speak and explained it was a part of her therapy to try and get out of the house at least once a week, the only way she could do it was if put her hood up to try and drown out the sounds and images around her and hurry around, but it was getting better.

we chatted over and over for the next few weeks I found out her husband left as he thought she was a freak for not being able to go out, she apologised for the dogs if they were too noisy, and her son whom was a music student and played the piano at all hours.

I found after a while of me standing on ladders and chairs to chat over the fence she seemed to be relaxing with me, the nice par being she never wore a bra. I was chatting to her one day when i said to her if yo fancy coming round for a cuppa just say if it would help you out at all. she declined but asked if i would be willing to go into her for one, I agreed and she said well come on then, I jumped off the seat i was standing on and went round.

As I knocked on the door, I was met with loud barking from the dogs an shouting from her, when she opened the door she peered her eyes around the door, the house stunk, it was a mixture of damp laundry and smelly dogs. she was not much better, she was a bit apprehensive to let me in which I was fine with, I said I don't have to but she was adamant she was going to do it.

After about half an hour in there i could hardly notice the smell but I could see the dirt on the furniture and the stains on her clothes, her her was tied back in a ponytail but was grease bound. I started talking about how she had ended up not being able to leave the house she said it happened after having her son, it started small but gradually got worse to the point she just couldn't get out. We talked about her life she said it was fine up until her husband left she didn't feel like she missed anything as she was not big on going out anyway. I don't know why but I said not even sex? then I apologised I think it was me staring at her hard nipples which made the thought come out unfiltered.

She laughed and told me her husband was a randy bugger and as her son was at school when he was home due to being on call of a night they would often get up stuff during the day. I smiled, then she startled me when she said unlike you and your wife who seem to do it anytime day and night, I got a little embarrassed, she said oh don't worry, it's kept me going these last couple of years with out him, I find myself reminiscing what it was like when I hear you. You both sound like you know what each other want.

At this point the devil got in me I asked if she masturbated listening to us expecting her to kick me out, then she replied often but its no substitute for the real thing. As she said this I was staring none stop at her braless hard nipples, she looked at me smiled and said looks like this talk is making you happy, I looked down and my hard on was clearly visible. As I stood up to fix myself she reached out and stroked the front of my shorts,, my cock was straining. I have no idea why this woman wasn't attractive actually smelt, her home was filthy the dogs were licking everything and here I was sporting a hard on for her.

I was breathing a little heavier, she asked if she could get my cock out, if you want to I replied, she pulled the zip down and my cock almost poked her in the eye she was that close. "Mmmm" she said as she licked her lips "its been a while since I've seen this"

She moved forward more and lick the end of my cock, as she was doing this I leaned forward and slowly pushed the zip of her hoodie down, her belly flopped out, I moved it open to see her tiny breasts and those rock hard nipples. I started to tweak her nipple as she was now taking my cock in her mouth. Her belly was hanging down between her knees but it seemed to turn me on more, I wanted to fuck her face so hard. She pulled back and asked me if I'd lick her. I have no idea why but I agreed, it was obvious she hadn't had a wash in a while so I guess the only thing making decisions for me now was my cock.

She peeled her black legging and the greyest pair of white nickers I have seen off. She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs, as I knelt down the smell hit me it was a mixture of old sweat and urine, I borked as my face got closer, but my cock was telling me we need to cum get stuck in.

I licked right up her slit, she let out this almighty sigh "oooooooo that's good". I continued to lick her for a little while with her legs spread feet on the floor and arse hanging off the edged of her couch, we well in Rome, I had my hands feeling her arse as I was licking. I had a couple of fingers in her then I decided to do something I knew my wife likes and I slid a finger out then started to rub it on her arsehole. She was riding my face now rubbing her smelly pussy all over me grinding it into my face, with every thrust her arse cheeks opened more and I had more access to her arse hole. As I was playing with it she was getting more vocal "oh that's good keep going, keep going" I slowly inserted the tip of my finger into her are she was now pushing toward it more.

It was a little too dry so I pulled my finger out licked it all over a slipped it back inside, I was now up to my knuckle in it and she was loving it. What had I just done? I had pulled my finger out of the big greasy and sweaty woman's arse licked it all over and stuck it back in. It made me fell a little sick but not enough to stop me in my tracks.

She was now telling to to go quicker, I was now reaming both her holes with my fingers as I licked her clit, that was when it happened and she let out this almighty groan I'm sure the whole block heard her as she came "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I was still bashing away with my fingers when she came down and asked me to stop.

She was panting as she turned round on all fours and asked me to do her from behind, as I leaned forward slip my cock into her I could smell shit, I knew that smell was coming from her arse I knew only moments ago my fingers had been up there, I had licked my fingers from there, what was going on with me. I slipped my cock in and just started pounding her pussy with this big fat arse slamming back to meet my every thrust, she was grunting from her throat as I fucked her hard and fast I just needed to cum now, I slipped my hand around the front of her face and slipped the fingers that had been in her pussy and arse into her mouth, this seemed to turn her on more she sucked them like a mad woman. I told her I was going to come she said she wanted it on her face. I pulled out she spun around very quickly and and landed with a thump on the floor, her belly was resting on her thighs, her tiny brats were just about sticking out of the hoody and with 2 strokes of my cock I shot in her face on her hoodie in her hair and all over her belly. she took my cock from me and sucked it into her mouth liking it clean.

After that encounter it never happened again but I did continue to speak to her over the fence and I am positive after about a month the hoodie she wore still had my spunk stains on it. I did convince my wife to be a little louder now though knowing she was likely masturbating to it.