It had been almost a month since I heard the horrible news that our next door neighbors were moving. They had been our neighbors for seven years, and our kids and their kids were best friends. However, in all honesty, that isn't why I was upset at all. Angela was by far the hottest mom in the entire neighborhood, and I was definitely going to miss her and her yoga pants. I was also going to miss joining them at the pool, where I spent the whole time trying to get away with staring at her amazing body in her bikini the whole time.
Angela was probably my wife's closest friend in the cul-de-sac. They both enjoy shopping and interior decoration, so they hit it off right from the start. And, while my wife's body showed the wear from having three kids, Angela's body looked as tight as a teenage cheerleader. Three kids had no apparent effect at all. Not only did she have a fantastic body, but she was absolutely gorgeous to boot. Even when she was pregnant with their daughter, I thought she always looked so beautiful.
She was so close to my wife, and never showed any interest in me at all, so I had never tried flirting or testing the waters in any way. That seemed like a sure fire way to get a divorce, and I wasn't looking for that at all. So, I just kept my lustful thoughts to myself, and jerked off fantasizing about her way more times than I could possibly count.
Two weeks before they moved we threw them a going away party in the cul-de-sac. A couple of us drug our grills out, and we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and we all ate and hung out in the middle of the street. The kids played and the adults sat around drinking and laughing. Around 9:00pm my wife mentioned that it was time to get our daughter to bed. Without objection I jumped up and chased her down. Bedtime was daddy daughter time, and happened to be my favorite time of the day. It always took about thirty minutes to get her changed, read her a story and lay in her bed until she fell asleep, and often times I would fall asleep as well, but not that night.
While laying at the foot of my daughters bed, listening to the laughter of the whole cul-de-sac outside, I noticed the outline of a woman's head peek into my daughter's room. I naturally assumed it was my wife, so I whispered "I think she's asleep, I'll be in our bedroom in a minute."
After watching my daughter for a few seconds, to make sure she really was sleeping, I slowly crawled out of her bed, and walked to our bedroom. I couldn't believe what was waiting for me when I walked through the door. There was Angela almost totally naked laying on the bed. I say almost, because she had on thigh high stockings and high heels.
"Angela, what are you doing?"