The first time I saw her I knew something was going to happen between us. I was not looking to have an affair, in fact the feelings she was stirring inside me caught me off guard. But there was definitely something about her that made my cock instantly hard and my mouth water for those huge melons under her tight shirt.
Physically she was someone my eye would be attracted to normally anyway. Long hair, great smile, smoldering eyes, big ripe tits, a little thick around the middle, big hips and long legs. So the fact that I looked at her with a bit of sexual desire didn't surprise me, it was the strong and instant lust I felt for her that surprised me.
Her name was Denise, she had just moved into the neighborhood just two houses down from ours. Being neighborly my wife and I invited her and her two children over for dinner shortly after they moved into their house. She was intelligent, had a great sense of humor and seemed to be very happy to have moved here from her old place.
Although I was trying as hard as I could to be inconspicuous, I am sure she caught me looking at her tits more then once and the strange thing about it seemed that she was making deliberate eye contact with me and grinning slightly when she caught my eyes roving over her body. I am 38 years old, married and a bit overweight. No exactly a young stud, so I was pretty sure I was just seeing things and she wasn't really responding to me. Although I guess it was a fun fantasy to indulge in.
I saw Denise in passing often and we had her over to the house several more times over the next couple of months. She and my wife soon struck up a friendship. I was glad because Denise came around more often and that meant I got to look at those huge tits which were usually covered in a tight shirt with a low cut neck. This woman had some majorly sexy cleavage.
I often had fantasies about fucking Denise and every time I seemed to see her looking back at me with lust in her own eyes it just fueled the fantasy even more but I was sure it was just that, something I was making up in my own mind. I was convinced she did not have any interest in a sexual relationship with me, especially now that she and my wife had become friends.
One day about 3 months after Denise moved to the neighborhood, my wife had to go out of town for a week. The first night she was gone, was a Friday night, I started my week as a bachelor by ordering a pizza delivered for dinner. About one minute after I had paid the pizza delivery man and shut the door, the doorbell rang again. I opened the door expecting to see the delivery guy again but instead was greeted with a view of Denise.