Trash Day And New Neighbors Wife

Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.

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Trash day and the New Neighbor's wife - Drinking with new neighbors, then a late show.

My name is John Anderson, and I've lived in this house with my wife, Betty, since we were married thirteen years ago. Through those years, I've stayed in reasonable shape for a thirty-eight-year-old man...Well, I haven't gained much weight, but I have a bigger belly than I did. Betty has stayed in great shape. I'm not sure how she did it. She could easily pass for her late twenties and is still the most beautiful woman I've known. Our house is on a quiet street with modest but well-cared-for houses, and they don't change hands often.

Recently, a moving van was in front of the house next door.

"John, the trash needs to go out today, and you have to put the bins out front," Betty yelled from the kitchen.

One of the few things I don't like about our neighborhood is taking the trash and recycling out to the front curb for pickup each week.

"I know, Betty, I do it every week. I'll get to it."

"Why don't you do it early? You'll be mad if you forget and need to do it tonight."

"Yeah, yeah."

"John, did you see that someone's moving in next door? There's a big moving van in front."

"No," I said and looked out the window. "A couple is standing out in front. I guess they're our new neighbors. Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves."

"That's a good idea, but it's early. Let me bake some cookies first."

As soon as she said that, I smelled the cookies baking. Betty had already planned to go over.

About 1:00, Betty said, "Are you ready to go?" She had a plate full of cookies and a platter of cold cuts, cheese, crackers, and some bread. There was enough for a small army.

"My god. Are you trying to seduce them with food?"

She gave me a dirty look and said, "I'm just trying to be a good neighbor, John. Let's go."

"Wait a minute. We'll need something to drink." I went to the garage and returned with a cooler.

"Let me guess, beer."

"I'm just trying to be a good neighbor," I said.

She smiled as I grabbed a bottle of wine before we left the house.

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"Hi, you must be our new neighbors," I said. "I'm John Anderson, and this is my wife, Betty."

"I'm Gary Adams," he said, "and this is my wife, Marsha. Glad to meet you. We just moved here from Nevada. Do you live in the house right next door?"

"Yep. We came by to see if you needed any help and brought you some nourishment," Betty held out the food.

We chatted on the front lawn as the movers carried in boxes and furniture.

I couldn't help but notice what a comely woman Marsha was.

She was in her mid-twenties, both beautiful and cute in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was small and perky, with shoulder-length blonde hair and wore a trucker cap with John Deere printed on the front.

Her tight t-shirt with a band name on it, showed off her smallish, firm breasts, and her short shorts showed off her shapely legs. Even in grubby moving clothes, without makeup, she was captivating. It took all my willpower not to stare at her.

Gary was...It's always been hard for me to judge how men look. It's easy for women to tell if a man is handsome, I guess, but unless they're somehow unusual, really ugly, grossly overweight, or abnormal in height, they're just guys, and guys all look pretty much the same to me. So, Gary was an average, friendly guy in blue jeans, a t-shirt, and running shoes. He was tallish, probably in his early thirties, with brown hair.

Marsha said, "This is so much food. Help me take it inside, Betty."

I watched Marsha as she and Betty walked into the house carrying the food. She looked just as good from the back as the front. She must have worked out because she had a shapely bottom that moved nicely when she walked.

I said, "Gary, I was in charge of the drinks," holding the wine with one hand and the cooler full of beer in the other.

"A man after my own heart. Come on in."

The house was an ordered mess. Boxes were piled up in neat stacks everywhere, with color-coded labels on each of them. The door frame of each room in the house had a matching label.

"You're so organized, Marsha. I'm assuming you did the labeling," Betty said.

"Yeah. If Gary did it, some boxes would end up out of state." They laughed at the incompetence of Gary, and I guess me. They got along famously, and I knew that they'd be friends.

After the food and drink were stowed inside, and they'd talked a bit, Betty said, "We'll get out of your hair now. I know you're busy today, but we just wanted to introduce ourselves."

Marsha said, "You can't leave now. Stay here and keep us company. The movers are just putting boxes in the rooms. Until they're gone, we're just in their way."

Gary said to one of the movers, "If you see a couch or chair and a table in there, could you bring them in?"

"I saw a couch, and I'm sure we can find a table or two."

Five minutes later, the movers brought in a large couch and a coffee table. "That's perfect," Gary said. "Thanks."

"The couch might be a little cozy for the four of us, but we'll fit," Marsha said.

Marsha piled the food on the table, opened the wine, and brought in the cooler along with some mismatched tumblers. We sat on the couch, boy-girl-boy-girl. I sat at one end, squeezed against Marsha, and Betty sat at the other end, squeezed against Gary.

Sitting tightly pressed against Marsha was not a problem for me. Every time one of us reached for something on the table or repositioned ourselves, her breast rubbed against my arm. After a while, her breast just stayed pressed against me. I was right when I first saw her; she wasn't wearing a bra.

We poured ourselves drinks, and I held up my drink and said, "To new neighbors and new friends. Cheers." Everyone clinked glasses and drank.

We watched the movers work while talking and exchanging essential information like phone numbers and less important things like where we'd lived before, where we worked, and why we moved to the neighborhood. We gossiped about the other neighbors and told them about the best places nearby to buy groceries, go out for a quick lunch, the closest shopping mall, and a hardware store. All those places they'd need to know about while they learned their way around town.

Gary and I talked about barbecuing and bantered over how we prepared our meat before cooking; dry or wet rub for the meat, sauce, or no sauce, what we used for a smoker, and the kind of wood we used. We finally decided to have a smoked brisket cook-off and let the girls decide whose meat was better. The girls started laughing.

Marsha and Betty got bored when we started discussing sports, so they left for the kitchen. On their way out, Betty raised her voice and said, "They'll be comparing TV sizes soon." She winked at Marsha, and they both laughed.

About twenty minutes later, their wives returned. Gary and I were now talking about lawn maintenance. Even I was bored and was happy they were back.

I asked, "What were you two talking about?"

"Mostly about how you two need to get into better shape," Marsha said.

"That's not true." Betty said.

Marsha laughed and said, "I just asked Betty if there were any good places to work out nearby. There's a city recreation center a few blocks away, and it's the best deal in town. It's got a weight room, a pool, aerobics classes, and basketball courts. She and I can jog to it, then work out. I prefer running with somebody to talk to."

"I didn't agree to the jogging part of that. I jogged in college, but that was a while ago. I'll have to start by walking."

"I'll have you jogging in a week. I was a personal trainer for a while."

Gary said, "Betty, how do you stay in such great shape without working out?"

Betty blushed and said, "I go to the recreation center to swim sometimes, and I walk in the neighborhood." That was news to me.

Marsha squeezed my bicep and said, "With those muscles, I know you work out, John."

Trying to suck my gut in, I said, "No, not much. I play tennis sometimes. Your workouts certainly keep you in fine shape, Marsha." She smiled.

Marsha said. "There's even a state park nearby with hiking trails, and it isn't too crowded. We girls are planning to go hiking, and if you're good, we'll let you join us."

"Gary, you and John could go to the weight room after work. Gary loves to lift weights."

Gary said, "How about it, John? Do you want to lift weights a few times a week? Our desk jobs aren't going to keep us in shape. It'll be more fun with the two of us. We can't go on a hike with the girls if we can't keep up with them."

"Yeah, I should probably start getting more exercise," I said, trying to sound happy but dreading the prospect.

Gary said, "That would be great. By the way, John and I have decided to have a Super Bowl party and thought you two could make and serve some food for us." The girls laughed until their sides ached.

The movers brought in another small couch, so there was another place to sit, but no one moved to it.

At around six, we had pizza delivered and ordered a couple of extras for the movers who were still hard at work. We'd finished off the beer and wine and were a little tipsy. Marsha found a box labeled "Booze" and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Eating the pizza off the small coffee table meant we had to lean forward a lot and when Marsha's boob pressed against my arm, she didn't bother to move it. Betty didn't notice because she was too busy chatting and giggling with Gary.

The problem with drinking wine from tumblers is that you tend to underestimate the amount of wine you're pouring. There were only four servings in that bottle, and the group was well on their way to being drunk. The movers finished at about 9:00, but we were still drinking and having fun. It was a good thing that we weren't driving.

Betty and I started leaving about 9:30, but with the goodbyes, hugs, plans to show them the city, and future get-togethers, it took a long time to get out the door.

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Around 10:00, Betty and I stumbled home. It had been a long time since we'd drunk so much and had that much fun. We were tired and headed straight to bed.

Betty snuggled in bed with me and said, slurring a little, "Did you see how Gary looked at me? No one's looked at me like that since college. He reminds me of an old boyfriend."

I replied, "Are you sure it wasn't your imagination or wishful thinking?" As soon as I said those words, I wished I hadn't. How could I have been that stupid?

Betty gave me a look that would have made the devil cringe. "I didn't mean..." I quit while I was behind. I'd only dig myself deeper. The house was going to be filled with flowers this week.

"So, you don't think a man could find me attractive? Don't think I didn't see you staring at Marsha. She's very pretty...and young," Betty said.

I was not going to touch that, but I knew we'd be going out to dinner a couple of times this week. She wasn't going to drop this.

"After the way Gary looked at me, you

were

going to get very lucky tonight."

Now I knew that she was going to kill me in my sleep.

She leaned in and whispered what she had planned for me tonight. Things we'd talked about but never done, and things we hadn't done in a very long time. Pressing against a younger fit man and the alcohol had made Betty hornier than she'd been in a while. I'd blown it big time.

"I'm so sorry. We still could..."

"Since you don't think a strong, handsome young man could find me attractive, I'm going to sleep." She turned her back to me.

I could hardly blame her for getting horny. She was pressed against Gary and drinking all evening. I heard her giggling a lot. Maybe he was flirting with her, or she with him.

Marsha and the alcohol had the same effect on me. Marsha might have been flirting with me, but why would she? I was at least ten years older than she was, but I could still almost feel her breast on my arm, and other parts of my body were reacting.

"John, go take out the damn trash bin," Betty said.

I threw on some gym shorts and slippers to deal with the trash.

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I wouldn't have bothered taking the bin out, but it was overflowing, and it would get me away from Betty's wrath for a few minutes. I should have taken a flashlight. It was the new moon, and it was black outside. I went out where we kept the trash and tried to shove some extra trash in the bin when I noticed something odd.

Our new neighbors had not put curtains up yet, and the view into their master bedroom was like watching TV. I'd forgotten how big the windows were because I always saw them covered with drapes. They were casement windows with a large piece of glass in the middle and small windows on the sides that opened. They started at about knee height and were close to five feet tall. The only light in the room was from the bright overhead fixture. They hadn't unpacked the lamps yet. The bed was made, but that was all they'd done. That was partially our fault. If we hadn't gone by and started an impromptu party, they would have done more unpacking.

It stunned me when Marsha came out of the bathroom, naked, still drying herself off. I panicked and froze. When I first saw her this afternoon, she looked cute, slim, and fit, but words could not describe how gorgeous she looked naked. A minute later, Gary followed her out of the bathroom. He was ready for love and grabbed Marsha from behind and caressed her beautiful breasts.

Marsha moaned, "Make sure the doors are locked, and the lights are out." Gary hurried out of the room to attend to those little chores, not bothering to put anything on. I realized I could hear everything they said with the side windows open.

I should have sneaked back inside, but my feet wouldn't move. It was wrong to look at Marsha through the window, no matter how beautiful she was. A gentleman would go back inside. Instead, I moved closer to get a better look at her. My attention was elsewhere, and I kicked over a beer can. Marsha's head snapped towards me, and I froze. It was bad to peek in her window, but much worse to get caught doing it.

She cupped her hands around her eyes and pushed them against the glass to see outside. The perfect nipples on her smallish breasts touched the glass, too. I didn't know if she saw me, but I could see her well enough to see she shaved everywhere except for a little strip of hair as a landing strip.

Gary returned and asked, "Why are you standing looking out the window?"

"I thought I heard something."

"It was probably just a cat."

She seemed satisfied that it was a cat, but as she walked to Gary, she glanced back at the window, and I thought I saw the hint of a small knowing smile on her face. Gary hugged her naked body, squeezed her perfect round bottom, and reached to turn off the light. Marsha stopped him.

"Look at how the glass reflects like a mirror. I love to see your body when you fuck me and now, I can see both of us," Marsha said. "I assume by the condition of your big hard cock that's what you intend to do." She stroked him.

I could hear everything they said with the windows open.

"Yes, it is, and you know how I like it when you talk dirty like that, but people could see in."

"The only people who could see in are John or Betty, and with as much as they drank, they're passed out by now. Look, there are no lights on next door."

Gary glanced at the window and saw a reflection of him and Marsha standing there nude, and didn't care anymore. He picked up Marsha and laid her in the middle of the bed on the crisp, cool cotton sheets. She giggled excitedly until Gary pressed his lips to hers. After that, she moaned contentedly.

Marsha put a pillow under her head, spread her legs, and said, "Eat me, Gary. I want your tongue between my legs."

He smiled before kissing up to her smooth pussy and shoved his mouth against her. She looked surprised by his sudden intrusion, but within seconds, the surprise turned to pure pleasure, judging by the sounds of moaning I could hear through the open windows and the expression on her face.

Her head fell to the side, and she stared at the window.

I knew she couldn't see me. From her bed, she'd only see a reflection of Gary and herself. It was like a one-way mirror, but she appeared to be looking me in the eyes.

Earlier, when she'd cupped her hands around her eyes and pressed them against the glass, she might have seen me. If she did, she'd know I was watching and didn't care. If she hadn't seen me, this was an extreme invasion of their privacy. Either way, I wasn't moving.

She became more excited as she yelled, "That's it, Gary. I'm so close. Make me come, baby."

I heard her wail as she thrashed on the bed. She held Gary's head against her pussy while she looked at the window.

"Oh god, Gary, that was amazing," she said, breathing hard. "You're so good at that. You always make me come."

As she recovered, she said excitedly, "You worked hard today and deserve a special treat."

She seized his cock and licked it.

"But you don't ever do this," he said, puzzled over who this wanton woman was and where his wife had gone.

"I've had a bit to drink tonight, I'm horny and ready for anything. If you don't want my soft wet lips and tongue around your fat dick, tell me to stop."

She positioned herself on the far side of Gary so that I had a perfect view of what she was doing, and she put on quite a show. Her hand held his balls as she licked his shaft, and played with his crown, sucking it in and out of her mouth while looking out the window. Exaggerating every move she made; she gathered spit in her mouth and then let a small stream of saliva fall on the head of his cock for lubrication. She pursed her lips and pushed down on his cock, keeping her lips tight on his shaft. Gary looked like he was in heaven, but it wasn't long before his face changed as his body tensed up.

Gary said through clenched teeth, "I'm going to come, Marsha."

Marsha became more animated and took him deeper. As she sucked him, she stroked his cock twisting her hand in a different direction each time.

I saw the divine agony on Gary's face, just before he came into her mouth. His cock was jerking and twitching, as he continued filling her mouth with cum. She opened her mouth and showed him, and me, his cum on her tongue before she swallowed it and wiped the corners of her mouth clean.

"What did I do to deserve that? Just tell me so I can do it again."

She held his limp dick in her hand and said disappointedly, "It's not hard anymore. This won't do at all. I need to make you hard before you can fuck me properly," she said teasing him. "Now, what could I do to get you hard? I know, you've wanted to watch me play with myself until I had an intense orgasm, but I've never let you. Something new in the new house." She turned and spread her legs wide to give Gary and me a good show.

"I can see my pussy in the glass. You can watch me, and I can watch myself too."

She shoved two fingers in her wet pussy. Gary put his hand on her thigh. She shooed him away with a flick of the other wrist.

"You just sit back and watch, or I'll stop."

He moved back to enjoy the show. That worked out well because I had a much better view now. A small part of my brain told me to go back into the house, but the majority yelled, "Don't you dare!" How could I leave now?

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her clit. They were dripping with her juices, and she moved them in a slow circular motion around her sensitive nub. Her eyes periodically closed, and when they opened, she seemed to be looking directly at me, but that wasn't possible. She slipped two fingers from her other hand into her pussy and pumped them in and out in the same rhythm she circled her clit. I could hear a squishy sound as she produced more of her delightful feminine nectar.