A year ago when Jon moved in to the vacant house behind ours I had no idea that my life was going to change and my sexual horizon would expand in a direction never imagined. Amy and I had been married for nine years and I considered us to be living a pretty normal life, except that we had decided early on that we did not want children.
We had started out like any other new couple exploring their new found compatibility. Our marriage was built on a strong foundation of love and understanding of each others needs well beyond the bedroom. Though in that department we were well suited to each other. We had great sex several times a week with tons of foreplay. We had sex in every position possible between two people and enjoyed every one of them. Oral and anal sex were a regular occurrence for us.
One thing I wished was different was Amy's shyness when it came to sex. She would not initiate sex, but she never objected or refused my advances, no matter what I suggested. She was very timid about expressing her desires; with the exception of expressing her fantasies during sex. Amy told me of her fantasy of having sex with two men at the same time and I shared mine of watching her having sex with another man. Every time we talked about our fantasies during sex it enhanced our love making to new heights.
The one thing she would not tolerate was my using rough language. When I get aroused I like to use crude words to describe our actions. She always got angry when I used terms like pussy or fuck or suck my dick. She said it made her feel dirty. In spite of being a sexual prude when it came to talking about it she was a sexual animal when it came to doing it and I could live with that.
The passion we shared lasted a couple years before it slowly started fading to the point we found ourselves having sex only occasionally without much foreplay at all. The sex had diminished to straight missionary or the occasional doggy position by the seventh year of our marriage. Oral sex seemed to be performed as a perfunctory obligation and anal sex was rare if ever. It wasn't that we didn't love and care for each other as much as we were just in a rut of married life. It seemed our sex life had pretty much bottomed out.
Amy was still a good looking woman at 35. Her large breasts still stood up with very little sag. Her waist was still somewhat slim over flaring hips with shapely legs that supported her 5'6" frame. She was aging well and I swear she was getting better looking the older she got. Her green eyes sparkled with flecks of gold and her face was framed by shoulder length auburn hair. She was still hot enough to make my dick stir in my pants, but the drive to act on that feeling was weak at best.
I am pretty sure she felt the same about me. We just didn't seem interested in sex anymore. Even though I had maintained my 5' 10", 190 pound frame in good shape, at 37 I had just the beginning of a pot belly showing. I still worked out and tried to keep myself in good physical shape, but it was getting harder every year.
Then a year ago a new neighbor moved into the house behind us and everything changed. Meeting Jon unearthed behaviors in both of us that we never knew existed. The day we met him, Amy's whole demeanor started to change. She became very outwardly sexual and I slowly began to realize I might be bisexual. I had never been attracted to a man before but Jon unwittingly changed that.
It was a warm Saturday morning and I was in the den doing a web search for a piece of lawn equipment and Amy was in the kitchen cleaning the breakfast dishes. I went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and walked in to see Amy staring out the window above the sink. She jumped a little like I startled her before motioning for me to come to her. She sounded a little breathless when she said, "Tim, come see our new neighbor moving in to the Grace's old place."
When I stepped behind her to see what she was talking about she pushed back against me and sighed. Her soft ass cheeks pressed into my groin and my dick stirred. I placed my hands on her hips as I bent to look out of the window. What I saw was an exceptionally good looking man unloading his pickup truck. He was tall, probably over six feet, with short dark brown hair. He was a dark complected man and appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was shirtless, exposing his barrel chest and slim waist. Even from our kitchen window I could see his biceps bulge as he unloaded the boxes from the bed of his truck. I could see that he had the physique of a football player or maybe a body builder. I knew Amy was checking him out when I heard an almost inaudible,wow, from her as she pressed her ass against my quickly growing erection. I felt flush.
My dick twitched in my shorts as I thought about Amy getting turned on by this stranger. Although sharing our fantasies was a turn on there had never been a discussion about making them real. This was the first time Amy had ever outwardly reacted to another man. My nascent erection grew as I envisioned the possibility with this handsome new neighbor. I could feel my pulse race and my dick throb as my imagination ran wild.
Amy broke into my thoughts and brought me back to the present when she said,"Tim, I bet he could use a hand with those boxes. Why don't we go out and introduce ourselves and we can offer to help?"
I knew she meant I could help, but I went along with her suggestion anyway. "Okay. I guess it would be the neighborly thing to do. Let me shut down my computer and I need to go to the bathroom real quick." I'm sure she had felt the bulge in my shorts and could see it as I turned to go. I darted into the hallway bath to try and lose my hard-on. After what seemed like an eternity my dick went flaccid and I was able to go shut down the computer before rejoining Amy. She looked at me curiously when I returned to the kitchen. I just shrugged my shoulders and opened the door for her.
We lived in a quiet sub-division filled with single family homes. Our house was on a corner lot, but set back from the side street that the Grace house, previous owners, was located on. The houses were situated so that our door from the kitchen faced the right side of the house. The driveway was also on that end of the house. It was a short walk as Amy and I strolled across our lawn toward a destiny we had no clue awaited us.
The stranger looked up as we approached his truck. He stood up straight and smiled. He was even more handsome up close. He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen and his smile was radiant. His arm muscles were as big as they looked from our window. His pectorals were huge and his abdomen looked like a wash board. His sweat coated body glistened in the sunlight. An image of those thick arms wrapped around my wife, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks flashed before my eyes. I banished the image by speaking. "Hello there. My name is Tim and this is my wife Amy."
