John and his family (his wife Sarah and 4 year old daughter Rachel) recently moved into a new house on a little street we can call Neighborly Way. Many people brought them welcome packages and seemed like wonderful neighbors. It is a fairly affluent area and they were happy to be a part of it. A few of these neighbors -- or at least the wives and daughters -- will play a role in this series of stories. The names have been changed, but given full names to keep the stories straight.
First are Laura and Jeff Smith. The Smiths are the same age as John and Sarah - middle 30s -- and have two little kids, 4 & 1. Jeff is a little aloof, but his wife Laura is very pleasant. She is beautiful, happy, outgoing, and down to Earth. Sarah quickly had someone to bond with in this new place. But it was clear John was little more than a distraction to Jeff. He was clearly the High School sports team captain of something and carried those old biases still 15 years later. He looked down upon most other folks outside of his brothers and high school friends.
The two couples got together several times over the course of the first month after John and Sarah arrived. Jeff began to decline the invitations after a while, leaving them as a threesome plus the kids. This meeting quickly devolved into just kid play dates. So, John too began avoiding them, giving the girls some girl-time together.
During one such play date, while John was upstairs in the large Colonial house he and Sarah purchased, John and Laura nearly ran into each other entering the hallway. Laura had been searching for one of her kids and John had been doing some work on the master bathroom.
"Whoa, sorry!" John said a bit shocked.
"Hey John! I haven't seen too much of you recently." Laura said broadly smiling.
"Hey Laura," John said grinning back. "How are things?"
"Good! You hiding out here away from us girls?" Laura replied.
"Heh, well, I thought I'd get some things done while the kids are playing and you girls gossip." John quipped.
There certainly was a lot of gossip. Laura always seemed to be brining Sarah up to speed.
"Well, I miss your company!" Laura said this while touching John's arm and squeezing a bit. "You should join us. We need a ruggedly handsome man to keep us in check."
"Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt," John was able to get out. "I'm sure you're doing just fine without me."
"Don't be silly, interrupting what?" Laura asked. "I could always be doing better, John, so come join us when you're done."
John hadn't noticed before, but Laura's bright blue eyes were piercing to look at it. Her stare was intense and boring right into him. This didn't seem like a polite, casual "hey come join us," comment; but a serious "I really want to be with you" request much like a high school girl might plead with a new boy she desperately wants to be around. John felt a bit flustered and his blood was heating up just a little from the shock and the intensity of this encounter.
Laura felt the same way. Her insides turned every time she saw John. Her eyes had never strayed too far from Jeff. She was a loyal girlfriend in high school and college. She was always a loyal fiancé and wife. But John was so different from Jeff. Jeff is built like a Ken doll. John is built like an olive-skinned Italian construction worker even though he works behind a desk all day.
Laura lingered for a just a moment with that same intense look, and grip on John's arm. Then she let go and walked down the stairs. It was more of a swagger or strut than a walk. John noticed Laura's perfectly shaped ass as she happily bounced down the stairs. When she was at the bottom, she gave a quick, coy glance up at John as she rounded the corner. She had a smile on her face, John was certain he saw it.
John tried to put things together. Laura was a very happy, bubbly woman. He had seen her act very friendly toward other people as well. This was probably just her typical personality. He shouldn't read too much into it. Laura reminded John of the very nice cheerleader -- the one that was the most beautiful on the squad. Not the mean spirited, but very hot and dirty cheerleader every team had. She was probably everyone's friend in high school and college. Nevertheless, John was a bit worked up and decided to return to his work in the bathroom.
Laura had butterflies in her tummy after the encounter upstairs. She had to take a deep breath to compose herself before she went back outside to sit with John's wife. She knew she probably crossed the line up stairs and was not at all subtle with her advances. She hadn't felt tingly like this over a boy, or man, in a long time. She couldn't remember if she ever felt like this before.
From the second story bathroom window, John could peer down at the girls talking on the deck below. He saw Laura return and strike up a new conversation with his wife. He couldn't really hear from up here, but he could see. Actually, he could see quite well. Laura was wearing a halter top and the tops of her breasts were just barely exposed. From this angle he got a much better look at the cleavage between them. John noticed he was rubbing the large rock hard lump in his pants that had formed earlier from Laura's touch.
"What the hell am I doing?" John thought to himself -- or had he mouthed it out loud? "Screw it," he thought again. "I'm going out there."
John brought out a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. The two girls were very happy with this and giggled a little. John noticed they had already hit a bottle of wine hard, and were on their second. It was maybe the wine talking for Laura before. Either way, she greeted John as if she hadn't seen him earlier and had a great big smile and hello for him. Laura took a chance and also gave John a hug.
John awkwardly returned the hug to Laura. He wasn't quite sure how to react. Sarah didn't really balk like John expected, so he was subtle and quick about it. Laura again repeated that she hasn't seen him in a while, and was happy John joined them, all with a hand on his wrist. John felt that lump in his pants returning, so he quickly turned away to pour himself a glass of lemonade. "Scotch is more like what I need right about now," he thought to himself.
Laura was feeling very sure her advances were welcomed. The wine helped greatly in easing her inhibitions. John's body was like a rock. She couldn't wait to get another hug from him no matter how wrong the purpose for it.
As the summer month dragged on, this cycle repeated -- Laura visiting with the kids, John now joining the women, wine flowing freely, and always a big hug hello and goodbye from Laura. However on a recent occasion, Laura added a gentle peck on the cheek to the hug. John instantly felt the lump in his pants pop forward. He knew Laura could feel it too; she could, and it sent heat pulsing through her each time she felt it. This time it seemed like her hug lingered for just a few seconds too long. Laura mouthed "bye!" with a wide smile from her mouth and eyes. John was fairly certain at this point these actions weren't just an overly friendly personality, but directed at John specifically.
It made sense though that Laura might be lonely. Jeff was away a lot with his friends or brothers. In the winter it was ice fishing and climbing; in the summer it was camping and hunting. He was very tight with his three brothers. Jeff opened up to John about their trips once inviting him along. Jeff was very drunk after a summer party and said much more than he should have.
Jeff did go away with his brothers. And they did do the things he said they were doing. However, their trips often involved other women. Women they knew, women they met while on the trip, or strippers/prostitutes they took along with them for just the weekend. This was a tradition going back to high school with the brothers and although three of the four were married, they couldn't seem to stop themselves.
After hearing this information, John thought it possible Laura knew, or had an idea, about what was going on. At the very least, leaving your wife alone most weekends to go out with siblings must have disheartened Laura.
Of course Laura had an idea these trips weren't always just about getting together with the guys. She imaged some shenanigans knowing how the brothers were. She had heard rumors of Jeff cheating in high school, but she never caught him. She heard whispers about Jeff's bachelor party -- or bachelor week -- in Las Vegas, but no one would talk about it. Jeff was a good father though and Laura seemed blissfully happy in her ignorance. But now that she started having feelings toward John, the doubt crept into her mind and she used that as the excuse to relief the guilt she felt.
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While Jeff was away one weekend, the bathroom sink began to overflow. Laura called John in a panic to come help. As John was gathering some tools to go over he asked Sarah if she wanted to bring their child. Rachel had just gone down for a nap though, so he was going alone.
The sink fix was pretty simple. John pulled a large hair ball from the drain trap and everything was working again. John and Laura cleaned up the water together and it didn't take long for things to get a little more comfortable between them. A bit of playful water splashing and towel tossing had broken the ice. Laura reached back to toss a soaked rag at John, but he caught her arm before she could launch it. They both laughed for a second and stopped.
