The Girl Next Store
Part one
Chapter one:
I am not sure when it happened, but somewhere over the years my wife and I fell out of love. Why she even stayed with me, I am not sure. She had been having sex with other men. I mean I could not prove it, but it was a suspicion. When I say we fell out of love, that is inaccurate. I still loved her and put up with her cheating because I was afraid to be alone. We had been married for sixteen years. Every day was much the same, but though I can‛t say I was happy, I was not exactly unhappy.
She grew up next to my house. I did not know her, I barely even knew of her. The neighbors, the Swansons, were a strange pair. But I learned how out of the normal her family was. Their daughter‛s name was Aubry. She was eighteen when she graduated high school and went off to college. I never thought much about it until the following January. Suddenly Aubry was home. I saw her in the big bay window of her house. I still didn‛t think much about her.
One day I was in my front yard. One of the few hobbies I enjoyed was working on my yard, and I was very proud of it. Aubry came out of her front door and sat on the porch swing. The swing in front of her house. She looked my way, but I did not think much about it. Then she stood up and walked across her yard to me. She reached out her hand, "Mr. Lawsiter, right?"
I smiled at her and reached out and took her hand, "Yep, that‛s me. You are Aubry, right?" I had a thousand questions, but I kept them to myself. I did not want to scare this young woman off. "What‛s up, young lady?" I had no idea why she had walked over to me. I just wanted to be friendly.
She looked down at her hands. There was something off about her behavior. The way she was slow to answer, and a look in her eyes. I let her gather herself and finally, she responded. "Oh, I don‛t know..." She shuffled her feet, not making eye contact. I thought she was shy. We talked for perhaps a half hour about everyday things. After that time I had to go back inside my house. I excused myself and she smiled, "Oh, sure. It was nice talking to you Mr. Lawsiter."
"You too, young lady." She went back to her house and I honestly did not think more about our chance, or what I thought was a chance, conversation.
I work from home. A job some people call a day trader. I just started calling myself that guy who never sleeps. But, in the last few years, I had been so successful, that I did not have to work as much. My wife Darlene, on the other hand, seemed to work more and more. The truth is I knew she was having affairs, but I still loved her, and I was comfortable with our life.
A couple of days later I went outside to get the mail. There she was sitting on the porch. She waved at me and walked my way once again. She had a huge smile on her face as she came up to me and I noticed something else about her. She had dressed a bit provocatively. Aubry stands about five feet seven inches tall to my six feet. My wife Darlene is an inch shorter than the young beauty. She had long dark hair, midway down her back. She has distinctive features including a round, beautiful face. The young beauty has full, provocative lips. Thick but not overly so. Aubry has a sexy nose with just a small curve upward at the tip. She has light, almost opaque blue eyes with thick and beautiful lashes. But, if I am honest, it is her body that I always notice. She wears a D-cup bra underneath those beauties a flat, muscular stomach. Aubry has long legs that end in a perfect heart-shaped ass. It just seems that the young woman oozes sensuality. She oozes sex, and can not help it.
Yes, I noticed her beauty. But I was a married man so I never did anything to act on it. I mean, me, Daniel Lawsiter, a man in my late thirties. Not bad looking, but not the kind of man that attracts women. A few pounds overweight, plain features with plain brown hair. My build? I was out of shape from sitting at a desk in my home office for from six to ten hours a day.
But she kept coming over, finding reasons to converse with me. I found myself looking forward to those conversations. My wife worked long hours and the attention from the young woman was good for my ego. About three weeks into our daily conversations, she asked me to sit on the porch with her. It was a cool day, clear, but I decided to sit with her.
This was when she opened up about her parents. She said they weren‛t exactly hippies, but they were very laid back and completely out of her life. I could see that it made her sad, but I did not pry. It was at this same time that she mentioned she was going to the gym three or four days a week. Trying not to embarrass me, she asked if I wanted to come along. At thirty-eight I was not exactly in the best shape of my life. As I said I was overweight, so I took Aubry up on her offer and started that very week to go to the gym with her.
In just a few weeks I was beginning to see improvement in my physique. I was losing weight and feeling good. Even Darlene noticed. One evening we were together cooking dinner. It was a rare occasion. "You are looking really good, Daniel. What have you been up to?"
"Oh, I have been going to the gym with the neighbor." I saw no reason at this point to lie.
"What neighbor?"
"That little girl next store. Aubry is her name. She got me interested so I have been going four times a week. It‛s been fun."
"A little girl, huh? She is not so little, Daniel. I have seen her. She is quite the beauty." My wife is also attractive. I was twenty-two, and she was twenty-one when we married. My wife is five feet six inches tall. She keeps her hair short now, but she is still very sexy. She has a long body, sexy with C-cup breasts. Her hair is blonde, but she had dyed it brown a few years after we were married and kept it that way. She still looks younger than her years, and my heart, even after all these years, still skips a beat every time I look at her.
Chapter two:
At first, before anything happened, I thought of Aubry as a young woman for whom I wanted to be a father figure. As time passed that changed. Going to the gym, and seeing her in athletic wear that showed off her beautiful body, made me start to lust after her. I know it was wrong, but she is so submissive, so shy for want of a better word, that it brought out the lust in me.
My wife was out of town visiting relatives. At this point, she had noticed the changes in me. That I was more fit, that I had lost weight. She would be gone for a week. Though she might suspect I lusted after Aubry, she never said anything. The Thursday before she left we had a conversation. I was washing the dinner dishes after a nice meal. Darlene walked up behind me and put her arms around me. "What is up with you, honey?" She had not called me honey in months, perhaps a year. "You look so good. What prompted you to take such good care of yourself?"
"I don't know. Middle-age angst I guess. I started to worry about myself. You know. I mean you always look good Darlene."
"Well, I have a gym at the office. I ride the stationary bike at least three times a week. I am glad you are taking better care of yourself." She hugged me tight. I turned around and we kissed passionately. A kiss I had not shared with her in months. "Interested in a bit of play, my love?" I grinned and surprised her by picking her up in my arms.
"Oh!" She said startled.
"Come on baby. Let‛s go upstairs and do some dancing in the sheets." She wrapped her arms around me and let me carry her upstairs to our bedroom. I stood her up at the end of the bed. She was wearing her normal work clothes having just arrived from her job. I made quick work of her clothes and not for the first time, or even the five hundredth time, I admired her incredible body. "God, baby, you look so hot."
This is where things get a bit. I guess normal is the word. I undressed as she lay back on the bed. My wife is beautiful, but at least with me, she wanted nothing more than missionary. But, once again I would try. "Why don‛t you climb on top of me, baby? Let me lie back."
She responded, "No, honey, you know I like you on top. Come here and make love to me Daniel." Still, my cock was at full mast. I smiled and climbed onto the bed. I thought of once again trying to eat her pussy, but she rarely let me. So, I climbed on top of her and teased her a bit with my cock. "No, darling, don‛t tease me. Please make love to me."
My wife could not even say things like fuck me or put your cock in me. I was used to it so I slowly slid my dick into her. She pulled my mouth to hers. I kissed her, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking of a certain young woman. Her incredible body, the way she turned and looked at me in the gym. She loved to wear shirts that showed off her cleavage and I was constantly trying to see those luscious breasts.
I brought my mouth to my wife‛s left nipple. I bit it harder than was normal for us, but she did not complain. "Yes, honey. You feel so good, my lover. Oh, God yes, yes my love."
I brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her, imagining that it was Aubry, my tongue separating her lips, our tongues dancing against each other. My wife is not always passionate, but this time, for some reason, she was in
that
kind of mood. Our mouths apart after the kiss, "My wife is in a mood. Do you want me to go a little harder, my love? A little faster?"
"Yes..., Daniel. Harder, pump me harder." Darlene is generally quiet. Her use of any language that is not romantic is unusual for her. "Yes, like that, lover. You feel so good tonight, Daniel."
I grinned down at her as I began to pump her harder and harder. Faster, my need building. I could feel her cum as she squeezed my cock incredibly hard, but her words did not reflect that. She grunted, and her face became squeezed as her orgasm overtook her. I wished at the time she was more boisterous with her words. "Fuck, Darlene. I..., I am going to cum. Here..., here I go, baby. Yes, here I go!" I squirted a huge load of cum into her body. It was an amazing orgasm as my wife rarely engaged in this kind of sex with me.
We separated and rolled next to her. Catching our breaths, I expected some words of encouragement. Perhaps she would say how much she enjoyed it. Instead, she kissed me on the cheek and went to our bathroom. She cleaned up. She then came back to our bed and immediately rolled away from me. My beautiful wife was very quickly asleep.
Chapter three:
My wife left for her trip that Friday morning. I met Aubry in front once again and we went to the gym. My plan, and yes I had a plan, was to try and seduce her that very evening. We did our daily routine. Some days we would shower at the gym, but other days we went to our houses to clean up. On the drive home, "Hey, why don't you have pizza with me tonight?"
