They had walked their respective pups together at the local dog park at least five days a week at the same time for almost a month. The pups all got along well and pleasant company made the time fly. There weren't many people who frequented the park with whom he socialized. Some had dogs that his canines didn't get along with. Others were overly controlling owners who seemed bound and determined to make the visit to the park unpleasant for their own dogs and the other humans. Some were just stupid, boring people. He would wave or nod his head to those, make some pretense of adjusting the volume on his iPod™ and alter his path to avoid them.
She was several years his junior, married to a successful business man. They had two children in their late teens who were attending college. He was also married to a woman some years his junior who still enjoyed the daily combat of corporate life which he himself had been beaten down by and abandoned several years earlier. His children were long since grown and pursuing their on destinies.
There was nothing remotely flirtatious or inappropriate in their conversations, certainly not over the first couple of weeks. She was plain of face but certainly not unattractive. Unlike the majority of the regular dog park visitors she was neither obese nor gay. Their conversations had become deeper as time went on. They were both bright and well educated with dry senses of humor. At first they cautiously avoided discussing politics, religion, personal issues, spouses beyond the cursory and sex.
It had been an event during the first week as she had been washing one of her two dogs in the free wash area that had changed everything from his perspective. During the chilly fall days she always had worn at long parka. She had removed it to rinse off her pups. He instantly noticed how well put together she was with long legs, a trim waist and a well sculpted upper torso. He recalled that she had mentioned a regular fitness regimen. She had bent over from the waist with her back toward him and his aging but still quite serviceable cock stirred in his jeans.
The woman had a textbook perfect butt. It was round, firm and symmetrical and straining against the soft cotton sweats she always wore. With no hint of a panty line the fabric clung to the perfect crease of her rump. It excited him as nothing had in a very long time. He averted his eyes just in time to avoid being detected.
They were both happily married and had been for at least two decades. He certainly knew that he couldn't imagine being married to anyone else. His sex life was okay but had become less frequent as the years had passed than he would have liked. His wife was far from adventurous and perhaps their couplings had taken on a very familiar pattern. Still he dearly loved his wife and enjoyed the time they spent together, more so with each passing year.
Following that day he could not get the vision of his dog park companion's perfect posterior out of his mind. He saw it as he drifted off to sleep and on first awakening. He even saw it in his mind while fucking his wife during their predictable every other Sunday engagement. He found no need to view internet porn when he jerked off each morning after his wife left the house. The vision of that perfect ass instantly made him very hard.
From that day forward he became more attuned to her every word and action. She was not remotely an unhappy person, never complained and was certainly not a whiner. He hated whiners and victims. He was not one to even consider making a pass at her. In point of fact she had not provided any sort of opening or flirtation that might have given him the courage to pursue his goal. He had a goal, that was for sure. He wanted that ass more than he could ever remember wanting anything...to caress it, adore it with his mouth...to fuck it. Yes he wanted to fuck it. His wife had never been comfortable with even the slightest attention to her rear. There had been a brief period with another woman prior to his marriage...a distant albeit vivid memory.
She had stumbled once on a protruding root hidden by the fall leaves. He had caught her by the shoulders to prevent her fall and, off balance she had fallen back against him and that perfect ass has very briefly pressed against his groin. The more obsessed he had become with that perfect ass the more often he was at least semi-erect when they walked together. Denim had become uncomfortable so he had followed her lead and switched to loose fitting sweats. She could not have missed his hardness. His mind played games with him. He swore she had held that perfect ass against his stirring cock longer than needed to regain her balance but of course it had been just wishful thinking.
Still, after that incident it seemed as if something has changed. She found excuses to touch him, perhaps warn him of a low branch, remove a burr from his jacket, brush an unseen insect from his hair or grab his hand or arm when she wanted to make a point. They would bump into each other while walking. Gradually he became more comfortable touching her arm or shoulder. As the end of the third week approached she had hugged him platonically while thanking him for making her daily visits to the park fly by so quickly.
Initially her visits had lasted a scant thirty minutes. That had stretched to an hour and quickly reach the two hour mark. On the three week anniversary of their meeting she had suggested that the two couples meet at a nearby Mexican restaurant for dinner that very evening. He had called his wife's office on the spot and she had agreed, seemingly excited to meet a new couple.
She and his wife were virtually the same age and got along famously. He and her husband were less than a year apart in age and also hit it off. His wife and her husband had some common business interests and contacts and quickly found common ground. The dinner was fun and a success as far as all four of them were concerned and they pledged to get together again in the future. Since his wife was not usually the jealous type and was unquestionably prettier than his new friend he got no sense that she was threatened by their dog park relationship. She even seemed pleased that he had found someone nice to walk with on his daily park visits.
On the first day of the fourth week of their relationship the topic turned to their respective spouses work.
"Does Amy have to travel much in her current position?"
"Unfortunately, yes---far more so than in her last one. Half of her people are on the West coast so she is out there for three days every two or three weeks. Then there is the occasional meeting, customer visit or whatever, so on average she is out overnight one or to days a week at least. How about Roger?"
"Pretty much the same. There have been some cut backs so he is having to take the trips that some of his subordinates used to take. There's a big project in the Southwest, so he's out there every two or three weeks."
A day later:
"You told me once how much the two of you hated subdivisions and that when you moved here you guys wanted to be close to Amy's work but 'on your own' so to speak."
"We found a perfect house, barely a year old---the folks who built it had some health issues and had to sell---ten minutes to work for Amy but on three and a half acres with no neighbors visible in any direction---can't even see it from the road. I can't say we even know our neighbors...were not social."
"Where is it from here?"
"Less than five minutes, due North. I know you told me where you live but...I forgot?"
"Unfortunately in one of those trophy house on top of trophy house subdivisions in far more house than we want or need. We don't really know our neighbors but can't avoid seeing them every time we walk out the door. Most of our neighbors are younger than we are and there's not much in common. At the time we bought it there were tax reasons for buying far more house than we needed and then the kids were still at home. It's not more than five minutes that way---South?"
"Ever want to move?"
"Funny that you should say that. Roger is probably going to hang it up in the next five years. We like this area more than any place we've lived and are pretty sure we'll retire here. We've actually looked around for someplace---like yours---with a few acres....trees...no close neighbors."
"Are you serious? Our newest neighbors, the only ones we know at all---we share the woods at the back of our respective properties---built a brand new house barely six months ago thinking they were going to stay for a few years. His company got bought and he has to move quickly. They're getting everything straightened up to list it but I don't think they have done so yet. You guys should check it out. The new company is making it very worth his while to take the move so I sense that they are anxious to get it sold quickly."
"I'd like to see it---how many acres?"
"Three and a half to four---just like ours. I fenced ours—they never got around to it."
"So if we bought the property next to yours we could have our own private dog park?"
