Pandora's Box

They're fighting again.

John lay in bed, it must've been 11pm, and the couple next door in his apartment building were having their ritualistic fight. 'You spent how much?' she would say, 'You said what to him?' he would reply, they clearly never try to solve their issues, as it was always the same or similar grievances, parroted over and over again. And it would always end in the same way: she would make some offhand comment about regretting their marriage, stemming more from anger than genuine regret, and he would crumble. 'I'm so sorry I said those things' he said this night, 'I love you more than anything' and that's how the boisterous night would come to an end. John thought it was pathetic how clearly insecure he was, and it was beginning to really annoy him.

As morning came, and John got ready for his morning run, he opened his door just as the couple were saying their morning goodbyes.

"Good morning Harry." John said, as the woman was fixing her husband's tie. He was tall, where John was only 5'10, Harry would be at least 6'2, but he was scrawny and looked quite wimpy. John turned to the woman, "Morning Mia." She by contrast was short, brunette with an innocent face and outfit, though it gave enough away to notice how toned her body truly is.

"Morning John," they said in unison.

"Have a good day at work hun." Mia said.

"Love you." He said, before leaving down the hall and turning out of sight. Mia let out an exhausted sigh.

"You alright?" John asked.

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine John, just getting a bit exhausted with it all." She let out an anxious laugh.

"You should go on a vacation or something, enjoy yourself a bit."

"Yeah... that would be lovely," she stared at nothing for a bit, "But I can't go without Harry, and he's always busy with work."

"Oh fuck him, have some time for yourself." He said, which caused her to let out a light giggle.

"Maybe you're right." a soft smile appeared on her face. A few seconds of silence followed. John merely admired Mia's fine body, a white t-shirt highlighted her large chest, her cute face, who's beautiful brown hair complimented perfectly. The tights she wore drew attention to her fat ass and thighs. She was truly a sight to behold.

"So which gym do you go to?" he asked.

"Oh, um the one around the corner from the station."

"Oh shit, I go there too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I've never seen you around before. What time do you go?"

"In the morning, I was about to go now."

An idea came to John, stemming mainly from Mia's seductive body. "Ah that explains it, I usually go in the afternoon, but today I was planning on going this morning too" He decided the morning run could wait. "Do you want to go there together? I'm more than happy to lend an ear to whatever's bothering you."

"Um..." she said, contemplating the request. She didn't know John well, but even the handful of previous interactions she's had with him he's always been incredibly nice, but he does have a reputation. He's always bringing over a new girl, and they're not very subtle about what they do. Obviously she wouldn't do anything with him, despite her and Harry's problems she's nothing but loyal, but this might just be a ploy so that John can make her another 'conquest'. Then again, she thought, there is a lot on her mind, and unfortunately not really a friend group, or any support group to talk about it. "Alright, sure." She'll give him a chance, and even if his concern wasn't genuine, at least she'll be able to vent for now.

"Great," John said, "Let me just grab my bag, I'll meet you by the elevator." He walked back inside, grabbing his gym bag, and for a moment looked at the mirror, and recalled the amount of arguments he'd heard just past the wall behind it. He was going to make Mia his, he promised himself, before leaving again and meeting her by the elevator. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"No problem." she said, as they entered the elevator. They stood there in awkward silence as the elevator descended to the lobby.

"So, what does Harry do?" John asked as an attempt to break the silence

"Oh, he's an accountant."

"And you?"

"Stay-at-home wife, living the dream." she said, letting out a pitiful laugh. The elevator doors open and they walk to the street.

"So, no hobbies or anything?"

"Not really, no. Just the usual housekeeping chores, and keeping my body fit." And that she did, John thought to himself.

"Sounds easy to get bored."

"Yeah, the days feel like they get longer and longer..."

"C'mon, surely there's something you want to do, some sort of hobby?"

"Um, well... I guess, at our old house, I really liked tending the garden. But, there's not really a garden to look after in that tiny apartment."

"I wish I could've seen it, I'm sure it would've looked beautiful."

"It wasn't anything special, certainly not beautiful."

"If you took half as much care into it as you do to yourself, then I'm sure it looked stunning."

"Haha, thanks." A soft smile fell on her face, and they continued to walk down the busy street, the morning sun shining down on them. "So, how old are you?" She asked.

"I'm 23."

"Wow, you're so young... I'm already 34." She replied. They walked in silence, until another question came to her. "Wait, our apartment building isn't exactly cheap, what do you do?"

"I'm a freelance programmer."

"Oh? So, how's that treating you?"

"Good, I guess. I've made good money at least, so most of my days aren't worried about work."

"Must be nice."

"Haha, don't worry, my days are boring too," He turned and looked at her with a slight smile. "Maybe we can make each other's days less mundane."

"Maybe..." She replied, before they arrived at the gym. They entered, putting away their bags and moving to their respective machines. As Mia trained her relatively strong legs, she noticed the occasional glances of John, though she was guilty of the same. If she was honest to herself, she enjoyed the attention from the young, handsome man.

John, doing lateral pull-downs, soon removed his grey sweatshirt, leaving him with a somewhat tight white shirt. His arms were large and defined, his physique in general was stunning, as if carved out of marble by a master of antiquity. Mia watched this, seeing how he used the machine, how his muscles tensed and moved. Mia's face grew slightly red, and she could feel a tingle in her crotch. She was caught off-guard by this, she's seen plenty of attractive people before, but this was the first time she's had such a physical reaction to someone, not even Harry has made her feel this way just by flexing his muscles.

'Calm down Mia,' she told herself, but she couldn't help but glance over more times than she'd like to admit, and the occasional eye contact wasn't helping. She felt a little ashamed of herself, but, as she repeated in her head, nothing serious will come from this, she'd never betray Harry, she couldn't betray Harry. So, for the time being, enjoy the ego boost, what harm is a little fantasy? That's what she told herself, and before long she stopped feeling guilty, and started imagining these fantasies. Her, being held in his large arms, his hands slowly caressing her body. His large fingers, the passionate kisses as their lustful desires bloomed, and, given what she can hear beyond the thin walls, hours of ecstasy.

"Fuck..." She whispered to herself, she needed to calm herself down, which was proving hard due to John's little show, but she was only getting wetter and wetter as her dirty mind wandered. She again started to feel ashamed, but, maybe if Harry would give her any attention she'd be thinking about him instead, but it's been weeks since they last fucked, and months, maybe years, since there was any real passion in it, despite her attempts. This back and fourth of erotic and shameful thoughts consumed her mind as the pair continued their workout, until they both eventually finished and returned to the entrance. Mia's face was red, and her breath heavier, partly because of her workout, and partly because of how horny she's become.

"Are you alright Mia?" John asked.

"Oh, I'm fine," she said, letting out a giggle, "Just really pushed myself today."

"Ah, that's good to hear. Put your energy into something productive." He reached into his bag, and took out a water bottle. "Here."

"Thank you." she said, as she took and drank from the bottle. She looked up, and met eyes with John. They stared at each other, mesmerised in each other's gaze. Mia lost herself in his hazel eyes, and they were the only two people in the world. This lasted an eternity, and that warm smile was like ecstasy for Mia. "Let's do this again." She instinctively, without much thought in her words.

"I'd love that, I'd give anything to spend more time with you." John replied. Mia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach at these words. She looked away out of embarrassment, and fixed her eyes on his arms. They were bigger than she thought, as was his hands, and the feeling between her legs returned. "Let's walk back," he said.

"Um, yeah, let's." she replied. They made their way back to the apartment, making idle conversation on their way. They were walking very close together, their hands brushing constantly. Mia's lust only got more and more apparent the closer they got, and the only thing on her mind was getting home so she could relieve herself. After what felt like eternity for Mia, they made it to their doors. "Um, thank you John, for today. You really cheered me up."

"No need to thank me, I'm happy to help," he said, "And if you ever, ever, need to talk or anything, I'm always next door." These words made her melt, and she could only respond with a mumble resembling thanks. John then reached out, and embraced her in a hug. This drove her insane, but she could do nothing but return the hug. Feeling those arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his body, it amplified everything she had been feeling, her legs tightening as shivers shot through her body. He released the hug, "I'll see you tomorrow." She could only muster a whimper as he returned to his apartment.

Mia was bright red and soaking wet, and she rushed back into the apartment, stripped off her sweatshirt, bra, tights and shockingly soaked panties, and jumped on her bed. She closed her eyes and she played with herself. She tried to think of Harry, this was their bed after all, but it kept returning to John. His arms, his smile, his smell, it consumed her, and her body reacted to the thought of him ravishing her.

The room filled with the sloppy noise of her fingers, desperately trying to reach as deep as John would, to no avail. Her fingers were too slender, too small, and all she could think about was being held by his big arms, feeling his fingers reach deep inside her, causing her to squirm and whimper. "J-john..." she began to quietly say, before getting louder and louder, as her hand got faster and faster. "Oh fuck, John!" She cried, as her pussy clamped hard on her fingers, wishing it was John instead, her body shaking from the pleasure, becoming utterly soaked.

Her breathing calmed, and he looked at her hand, her wedding ring, soaked after thinking of another man, and she sighed and covered her face. She thought she had better self control, she thought she was better than this, but now she sat there, ashamed. 'This shouldn't... this CAN'T continue' she thought. She loves Harry, she'd do anything for him, and she won't let these immature feelings ruin all of that, regardless of how nice or attractive John is. She wanted Harry, even if her body wanted John, and all she could do was try to get him out of her head as she cleaned up.