I wanted to do something extra special for my wife for Valentine's Day, and I knew just what to get her. A couple of months ago, our next-door neighbors moved away. We had been very close to them and we were extremely upset to see them move. The husband's job forced him to move halfway across the country, so they had no choice. When we had moved into our house, they were our first neighbors to welcome us.
We were even more disappointed when a group of college kids rented their house. The very first day they moved in, they had a huge party that lasted practically until dawn. It was a group of four guys and they were having parties at least twice a week. Our street was being infiltrated by college kids, and we weren't pleased. We decided that we needed to do something about it and paid our new neighbors a visit.
Jill and I are by no means prudes, but they were pushing our boundaries. We are a relatively young couple, in our mid-thirties, and we occasionally throw a blowout of our own, but certainly not twice a week or more.
We knocked on their door and were greeted by two of the guys. We introduced ourselves as their neighbors and asked if we could come in. They seemed friendly enough and welcomed us in. They showed us to the living room where the other two guys were playing a video game. I did most of the talking, explaining to them how we felt about their partying ways. They were very receptive to what we had to say and seemed genuine when they promised to try and calm down a tad.
As we talked to them, I couldn't help but notice that the guys were all ogling my wife. Jill is still a gorgeous woman and they all noticed. Jill appeared to notice as well and seemed to be uncomfortable, so I stood up to leave. Jill followed and we headed for the door. One of the guys, Chad, followed and showed us out. As we left he said, "Nice to meet you," as he smiled and winked at Jill. Jill blushed and smiled back then followed me out.
"It looked like you made quite an impression on him." I kidded her.
"Yeah, I think so." She giggled. "He seemed like a nice guy."
I could tell by her tone that she was flattered by the attention.
After our discussion with them, the guys kept their word and cut down their partying to about once every two weeks or so. They also helped us out by occasionally cutting our grass, or putting our trash cans back in our yard and the like. Jill noticed and said one day, "See, those guys are so sweet. I feel bad that we gave them hell before."
I agreed, but said nothing else. I couldn't help but notice that my wife always seemed to be sticking up for them and being extremely friendly any time we bumped into them. It was becoming painfully obvious to me that my 35 year old wife had a crush on a couple of college kids! I couldn't be a hypocrite so I didn't let it bother me. Over our 14 years of marriage I've had plenty of crushes of my own, and even regrettably acted on one of them. About two years ago, my wife came home early from work to find me fucking an old friend of mine. What made it worse was that Jill had always questioned me about our friendship, even though it had truly been innocent until a few days before she caught us. Jill quickly kicked me out and we were separated for three months. Each and every day I did everything I could possibly think of to try and win her back, and in time, I did.
If Jill had a silly crush on them, I had no right to be angry. When summer rolled around, I caught our friend Chad checking out my wife as she lounged by the pool on numerous occasions. I never made him aware that I saw him, and he grew more and more indiscreet. I found it amusing when one day; he threw a ball over our fence and pretended like it was an accident, just so he could get a close-up view of Jill in her bikini. I watched from an upstairs window as Jill let him in the yard and chatted with him. They talked for a minute or two and then he left. About five minutes later though, he came back, this time wearing swimming trunks and a t-shirt. He threw is towel down on one of the chairs and peeled his t-shirt off. I watched as Jill stared intently at him. He was very well-built and I don't think she blinked once. He hopped into the pool and Jill raised her book back up to block her eyes as she continued following his every move. When he eventually got out of the pool, Jill focused her attention on his crotch and his clearly outlined member. Still Jill watched as he toweled off and headed home. When he was gone, I headed downstairs to join her.
"I noticed you invited Chad over for a swim." I said.
"Yeah, it's so hot out today; I thought I'd be nice." She answered.
"Huh, well that's not all you noticed was it?" I teased her.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked.
"Oh, come on, I saw you checking him out." I admitted. "I don't care; it's fine; I thought it was funny."
"Funny, huh?" She laughed. "What can I say, he's a cute guy and he's got a great body! Who wouldn't look? I'm only human."
Summer came and went and Jill invited Chad and the boys over fairly often. It was innocent enough, just a lot of looking and some teasing, nothing more. When winter came, the boys came over and helped us shovel every time it snowed, and every time Jill invited them in for hot chocolate and we'd sit and chat with them, asking them about college and girls and everything else. Well, actually Jill did most of the talking with them; I just sat there and smiled as my mind wandered. I've always fantasized about watching Jill with another man and I would often picture Jill and Chad fucking like animals. Without fail, every time they left, Jill would say, "They such nice guys, aren't they?" I'd just agree and go on with my business.
When Christmas came, Jill thought it'd be nice of us to give them a gift. She said she'd take care of it, so I left it in her hands. On Christmas Eve, we went over to their house to give it to them. When they opened it, I was shocked when I saw what it was. Jill had bought them an inflatable love doll! We all got a good laugh out of that, but remembering my own childhood, I knew that doll would be getting some action! Since it was Christmas, as we left, Jill gave them each a hug and a kiss. When she got to Chad, I noticed that she pulled him into her extra tight and lingered longer.
As my thoughts turned to Valentine's Day, I wondered to myself if I could give her the gift I knew she wanted. Could I handle her being with another man? I just wasn't sure. I'd often fantasized about it, but how would I feel if it became reality. I couldn't get the thought out of my head, and I masturbated while picturing it, more than once. Finally, I decided that I wanted to do it. I decided that if I was that turned on by the thought, I could handle it. I waited to bump into Chad and one day, about a week before Valentine's Day, I saw him leave the house and walk down the street. I hurried out the door to stop him. I caught up with him a few houses down and started telling him what I wanted to do. Before I could get into specifics, I heard a car honking and turned to see Jill in her car.
"Hey, what are my two favorite guys up to?" She asked cheerily.
I grew nervous and unsure of what to say, but stuttered, "Chad had a question about fixing his car."
"Oh, okay, I'll let you handle that." She replied and pulled into the garage.
I continued telling Chad and he agreed without hesitation.
"If that's what you want dude, I'm in!" He answered ecstatically.
On Valentine's Day, I didn't have to work, but Jill did. I told her that this year we'd stay in and take it easy. She was fine with that since she'd felt I'd gone overboard at Christmas. I had done a great job keeping my secret, and I was positive she had no idea what I had planned. I sent her flowers at work with a note attached that read, "Happy Valentine's Day baby! I have a surprise for you when you get home." She called home, but I didn't answer since I knew she'd pump me for information.
I had anticipated that she'd leave work early, and sure enough, she got home an hour early. I welcomed her as she walked in the door. We kissed and exchanged pleasantries and she excitedly asked, "What's my surprise? What's my surprise?"
"I have it upstairs just waiting for you." I told her.
She giggled and took my hand pulling me upstairs behind her. She looked in each of the three guest bedrooms, disappointed each time. She checked the guest bathroom as well. Now all that was left was the master bedroom. She opened the door and burst in.
A look of pure shock came across her face when she saw Chad lying in the middle of our bed with a big red bow on him. She looked at him, then at me, and then back to him. Chad had a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" I told her.
"Honey, what is this?" She asked. "Do you really want this?"
"I know you do." I reassured her. "Go ahead, enjoy."
She smiled and giggled, then gave me a big kiss.
"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed.