I noticed her the very first day we moved into our new house. How could I not? She was stunning, the ultimate soccer mom. Our first meeting was shortly after we first arrived to unpack our belongings. She came over to welcome us to the neighborhood and offer us a plate of freshly baked cookies. I noticed a sparkle in her eyes that would come to captivate me the first time we met. Kim was a thirty-something mother of two, just like my own wife. Over the next months we got to know her over beers outside while the children played. Sometimes it was my wife and I, and her and her husband, other times just her and me and my wife, and most often, and my favorite, just her and I. Her husband traveled a great deal for work, and my wife worked nights to try and help make the ends meet. That led to many lonely nights, and I think we came to seek each other out, if nothing else just for another adult to talk to. I never set out to cheat on my wife, as if that makes it any better. The urge built in me like a wave, slow at first, almost unnoticeable, but ever bigger until the point of no return, when there is no option but for it to spill over. The pull she probably did not even know she had on me was irresistible.
I knew the first time I laid eyes on her that I wanted to make love to her. That's a typical male reaction, I suppose, but I think every man fantasizes about having a beautiful woman as a neighbor, and what he would do to her if the opportunity arose. I had masturbated countless times fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with her. I even masturbated while secretly watching her through the windows. I could not contain myself. I didn't think she felt the same at all. There were plenty of times she put her hand on my arm, as she laughed too hard at a joke I had made, but I suppose I was looking for any reason not to believe she had feelings for me.
Before I knew it, we were spending 2 or 3 nights a week outside talking. It got to where as soon as my wife left for work, I was out there, waiting. She would soon join me and we would send the kids off to play. I hoped she felt the same jump in her stomach that I did when I would see her come out. She must have, because we were out there like clockwork. There was never much talk about our spouses, other than to acknowledge they weren't around, and the intensity of the way we looked at each other seemed to grow each night, but was never discussed.
The fateful night began like the rest, and felt no more special at the time than any that had come before. My wife left for work at seven, and by 7:15 we were all outside. Soon the kids wanted to watch a movie in her basement. Always eager for a responsible way to get them out of our hair, she ran down to turn one on for them. Quickly returning with fresh beers, we resumed our riveting talk about nothing in particular, I think both of us were basking in a glow of infatuation and playfulness that had long since been replaced in our marriages by the daily grind. After a couple more beers, she excused herself to check on the kids.
Several minutes later, she poked her head out the door and said that I should come have a look at the sleeping children. She said she would join me back outside after a trip to the restroom. I bounded into her house and down to her basement to peer at the children, indeed, all asleep. As I turned to go back up the stairs, I was shocked at what I saw at the top of them...there she was, completely nude. I climbed the stairs slowly trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. I was trying to answer all the questions I knew would later make me regret what I was surely about todo.
"Kim...we...ca..." I tried to voice a protest as I reached the top of the stairs. It had been so long since I had seen another woman naked. The sight of her before me was quickly washing away all my hesitation. I could feel the swell beginning between my legs as I took in the sight of her body. Slowly climbing the stairs, my eyes worked their way up her body...perfectly manicured toes, leading to well tanned legs. Her vagina was covered in the same blond hair that adorned her head. Her hips, perfectly rounded, were calling for my hands to grab them, and her breasts, slightly fuller than I had imagined, were calling to my tongue. Her mischievous smile was to this day, one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
"If we talk this out, I'll change my mind," she said, "so why don't you just take off your clothes and fuck me".
She sat back on the couch as I complied, slowly removing my shirt, then pants. I sensed she had the same joy at seeing a strange man naked, and I stood before her for a moment to let her take me in. Her eyes paused the longest as she gazed at my penis, now fully erect and throbbing, standing straight out from it's patch of dark hair. Without a word, she slid from the couch to her knees, in front of me. She put a hand on my thigh and wrapped the other around the shaft of my cock. Her nails were beautifully manicured and pink, and the feel of her warm strange hand on my penis, sent shudders up and down my spine.
"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked, not waiting for my answer.
We locked eyes as she took me into her mouth. It was wonderfully hot and wet inside her mouth, and the strangeness of it along with the sight of her lips around my cock had me ready to come very quickly. I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her mouth farther onto my cock. She sucked harder and faster, pausing once in a while to lick my balls.
