Dan was trying to recall where he'd met the tall, stunning glacial blonde who stalked through the suburban mansion in stilettos. He wanted to place her before his approach, it would make the process easier & he'd be able to avoid any potential hidden minefields in their history. Aside from those days where he'd fuck any woman for the sport of it, he'd usually find himself most attracted to much younger woman, & the blonde could have been anywhere between just five & fifteen years younger than him, he wasn't sure. It was unusual for someone to really take his breath away.
Even his gorgeous, young girlfriend, whom he'd trained beautifully, would struggle to compete with this lady on sexiness alone. She carried herself with absolute confidence & one look told you why. The mystery woman was strong & slim, but with INCREDIBLE soft tits. Her legs, wow, she could've modelled pantyhose. His mind flashed to Elle Macpherson at the height of her career, she had THOSE legs, imagine how great they'd feel wrapped around him. She bent to examine the dishwasher & - holy crap - he caught a glimpse of suspenders. Holy crap. Holy crap. His cock twitched like crazy. He couldn't believe it, that settled it, he wasn't letting her get away.
He'd been reclining against the wall observing the open home, trying to decide which visitors were looky-loos & who were genuinely interested in the place. An hour ago he'd signalled to Cassie that she'd been wasting her time with a certain couple. They'd been dressed OK & their car had been decent (if an older model) but he could sense they couldn't afford to make an offer, or one that he'd consider, anyway.
Oh Cass. It had been awkward the first few times when he'd revisited the neighbourhood. At first he'd thrown her a few pity-fucks, just to be polite, even though he'd all but ended their usual arrangement when he'd moved out of the State with her lucious, secret upgrade. He'd ended up having to have an actual conversation with the woman, like an actual break-up. It had been uncomfortable, embarrassing. She'd been hurt & emotional & he'd even mentioned to his best friend, Steve (who was the other half of the polyamorous couple) that he might want to pay some special attention to his wife while she found herself a new stud.
Steve had seemed to bristle at his advice, & it wasn't until a couple of months later he heard through the grapevine that their marriage had hit the rocks & he'd moved out, leaving Cass the house. He'd reached out to him five times - five! Suggesting that he take Steve to the clubs sometime, get him laid, introduce him to some strippers or something to take his mind off things. But each time, Steve rebuffed him, found an excuse not to, or simply didn't respond. Dan had given up, he'd done what he could. His friend would reach out if & when he needed him. It had been a relief in a way, divorce was an awkward topic & he didn't need Steve figuring out he was still fucking Cass.
With her keeping the house next door it would've been nearly impossible to ignore Cassie even had he decided to but he was also her friend, so he'd gone over to see her a few times. It had been terrible the first time, she was far too old to be acting the way she had. She'd been all over him, begging for sex, begging for comfort, worse, she'd cried, had told him she was in love with him, always had been. Obviously, Dan was aware of her attraction to him, it had been there for decades, & obviously, he'd enjoyed toying with her, & she was a convenient, attractive fuck on the side, even before lockdown, but it had been such a turn off when she said it all out loud. He'd almost not been able to bring himself to fuck her. Afterwards he'd felt obliged to have another conversation. She was going through a hard time & he wasn't a monster.
Cass had been a stay-at-home mom for years, even when Sabrina had no longer really needed her. She'd sometimes worked two days a week at a friend's boutique clothing store, but aside from that, she hadn't developed her skills or career. She hadn't needed to, Steve earned a more than decent amount & had family money, she didn't have to worry about money while she was married to him. Dan had always known, deep down, that his friend had been insecure about Cass, had worried he didn't deserve such a beautiful woman, so he'd indulged her (too much in his opinion).
In the past few years she'd been getting into social media a lot more. She'd ended up adopting a 'trad wife' persona, although she didn't perfectly fit the model (she hadn't had enough kids, & she was older than the usual trad wife influencers). But she'd found a way to market herself as one, filming videos of herself doing yoga, cooking in their kitchen, demonstrating 'natural/homemade' cleaning products & skincare (the internet didn't have to know she had a housekeeper & dermatologist). She'd built up a good little following, but it hadn't really been successful enough to monetise yet. Now that she was in the middle of a divorce, & struggling to support herself until it was finalized & she'd get alimony, it was even harder to maintain the image.
She'd bemoaned this to Dan on several occasions, wondered aloud why she wasn't building a higher fan-base. He knew better than to tell her it was because she was middle aged. He had to admit, she was still pretty hot, even if she'd been hotter as a young woman, & her daughter, his goddaughter, had now outshone her.
He had a burst of inspiration, he was looking for a new realtor anyway. Why didn't she think about getting her realtor's licence? He'd let her sell his place, she'd get a nice commission out of it. He could take it off the market for a few months while she studied up & passed the exam & everything. She'd been so grateful she'd sucked his dick until her jaw ached.
Now here she was, running an open home for him, schmoozing with potential buyers. He'd deliberately waited until the open home was running before getting there, he'd managed to avoid having sex with her for a few months now & was trying to keep his dick out of her. She was too needy & the longer it went on the more likely she was to do or say something that would get between him & Sabrina. She'd even left a message on his phone saying she needed to ask his advice about 'something sensitive' & he hadn't wanted to find out what it was.
The sooner she sold the place the better. She'd been a natural really, all that social media stuff had taught her how to make things look good. She had an eye for it, even if she was inexperienced. She'd managed to attract some financially well-off people, she'd been creative in how she'd marketed the place (using LinkedIn to find people in higher income brackets). It hadn't paid off yet but Dan wasn't too worried. The open home had been well-attended so far.
In the meantime, there was the incredibly sexy blonde woman to focus on. She'd arrived alone, driving a black 2023 F Type Jaguar. He'd noticed the car first, then, as her legs appeared from the driver's side door, he'd forgotten the vehicle entirely. That said it all, really. He wouldn't usually have stayed for the open home but there was absolutely no way he'd take a powder now.
Eureka, there was a list - Cassie had a list! He interrupted her as she was sweet-talking an Asian-American couple, & she had given him the folder, frustrated. He'd almost skipped as he took it back to his wall but devastatingly, he couldn't tell whose name belonged to whom. Fuck it. He needed to say something before she left. He gently touched her elbow as she started walking through the French Doors to the backyard. She turned, looking at her arm a little irritatedly. He liked that, she was used to being 'untouchable,' he loved a challenge. She met his eye.
Suddenly it hit him. "Juliet, right?" he said, flashing his widest smile. "God, it's been years!"
She hesitated, only momentarily. "Dan? Dan..." she appeared to search her memory a little, "Christianson? Jesus. What a small world."
He'd hugged her, warmly & she patted his back a little. He caught a whiff of a moody, expensive fragrance. This was great, not only did Dan finally place where he knew her from, but they had actually dated a little after he'd graduated college. She'd been a freshman & he'd met her at a party. Actually, it was a party Cass had attended. He'd been hooking up with Cass for a week casually but as soon as he'd seen the intense, green-eyed blonde he'd made a beeline for her.
He introduced Cass to Steve since he was all but done with her. He'd dated Juliet for, he thought back, about six months? Maybe a little longer? A long time back then. God, it felt like a lifetime ago, but damn, she looked sexier than ever. Even sexier than she had as an 18 year old if that was possible.
He noted she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Yes. It was possible she was even sexier, not that it would have stopped him, just changed his approach. Often, when he was flying solo he'd put his old wedding band on (he'd only been married for seven months, years ago). He'd found the wedding ring plus the grieving widower story was an almost guaranteed panty-dropper. He could have kicked himself for not bothering today.
She was asking him "What do you think of the place? It seems nice? Good area, nice big backyard. Do you think the neighbors are OK? Or do you think this would be the kind of place where you couldn't be left alone?"
He smirked, "As it happens, I know the neighbors on that side, & I can promise you, they won't give you any trouble." (Certainly not since Steve had built that massive fence & moved out, anyway, he thought. & he doubted Cass would want to be seen next to this woman, it would be too hard on her ego). Juliet was looking at him quizzically.
"Do you live there?" She asked.
"No -" He replied, fumbling a little but not much. "Actually, I used to live here, I'm the seller."
Juliet looked around, as if trying to connect him with the enormous house. He was able to admire her elegant long neck, caught another whiff of her perfume. He allowed himself a moment to look at those tits while she didn't notice too. Man, they were fantastic, even better close-up. Did she have those in college? It was such a long time ago. "This place?" she asked, snapping him back to the present, "it doesn't really seem like you, Dan."
Perfect. "Well, my wife & I bought it together, it was going to be a family home."
"Congratulations!" she said, smiling at him, & she touched his arm. Touching was good, he wanted to encourage touching. Then she seemed to notice his bare left hand. "Oh, sorry, it didn't work out?"
He sighed, turned his mouth into a grimace that showed it was hard to talk about but that he was pushing through. Wrinkled his brow a little. "Lizzie passed away." He said simply. He knew it was better to say less to begin with, make it seem like they were prying his broken heart open, as if he was a strong, sensitive type, tortured. Tap into their sympathy.
"Oh Dan," she said, "Oh Dan, I'm so sorry." This time it was she who hugged HIM. Her breasts pressed against his chest, he tilted his nose into the crook of her neck a little. Jesus she smelled incredible, was that her perfume or her shampoo? He wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt a warm patch of bare skin between her little buttoned skirt & the form-fitting tank she wore. He released her just in time for his cock to twitch again. It could have given the game away.
He motioned to the long bench on the porch, gently guided her there with his hand on the small of her back & she sat down. "Would you like a cold drink or something?" He asked.
"Oh no, I'm fine," she told him & she crossed her long legs. He caught another flash of the lacy top of her stocking & he forced himself to keep making eye-contact. He sat with her. She was angled toward him, listening intently. "I'm so sorry for bringing up your wife, Dan, I didn't know. When did it happen?"
He told her. Told her the tragic tale, sighing in the right places, pausing in the emotional parts. It was a flawless delivery & soon, she was holding his hand, cooing over him. She even brushed his hair from his face a little. At this stage he usually tried one of a few things, either gently bringing the woman's fingertips to his mouth to kiss thoughtfully, or he'd somehow find a way to mention he hadn't slept with a woman since she'd died, he might even 'confess' that they were talking about having children when the virus had struck. He wished she'd accepted a drink, it always helped to get women a little tipsy if you could.
