Prelude - What's To Come
March - 2024 - 8 Months After Move In Day
Lacy came down the stairs, an old pink gym bag over her shoulder and dressed in worn black yoga pants and a Hello Kitty t-shirt she liked to wear when she was relaxing. Her deep red hair was in a ponytail swishing at her neck as she went to grab the car keys from their hook.
"Okay, I'm gonna head out." Her voice was cheery and nonchalant.
James looked over at his wife from his place on the couch. He took a sip of his soda watching her. This was the fifth time she'd gone out late, supposedly to the gym. A flimsy excuse now that he was paying attention.
"I'll be out late. I'm going out with Sarah after for a drink." Lacy said, grabbing her keys from the hook. "Don't wait up, okay?" She blew James a kiss and gave him a wink before heading to the garage.
That wink screamed at him as he watched her backside swaying in her yoga pants. A tight little handful of an ass that always turned a head.
Over the last few months, after moving into this new neighborhood, Lacy had started acting differently. It was in the way she dressed, more flirtatious. When they'd first gotten settled in and started attending the weekly game nights at the pavilion that sat in the middle of their little neighborhood, she'd gone in baggy sweats and shirts, nothing that really showed off her figure. Now, though, she was going in tight things. Very tight things. James had noticed her underwear choices had changed. Lacy was always sexy, no matter what she wore, but usually she kept to full back panties or high hipped underwear. Now he was seeing thongs in the laundry basket... stained thongs.
Before she disappeared into the garage her t-shirt fluttered and a flash of purple lace appeared. A little whale tale from her panties. When had she gotten purple underwear? James hadn't seen anything in the laundry like it.
In a flash she was out the door, the sound of the garage and the car backing out filled the quiet before it faded and everything was silent again.
James's mind waged a war. His curiosity was piqued. More than piqued, it was a full-blown siren. What was she doing? Where was she going? The possibilities ran through his mind, but he didn't want to accept the most likely answer. But it had been weeks since this behavior had become truly noticeable and he couldn't just ignore it anymore.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but James thought he could weather the truth better than some mangy feline.
Picking up the phone, he quickly called his next-door neighbor, Joni. She was a lovely older woman whose husband had passed away a few years ago. In her early sixties she was still very energetic and didn't look a day over forty, despite her silver hair. Since moving to the neighborhood, she'd been a great resource, willing to babysit at the drop of a hat. Retired, she was more than willing to come over on almost any occasion so Lacy and James could have a night out to themselves.
His excuse tonight was that Lacy was going out with a friend to the gym, and he needed to make a quick run to his office. He'd forgotten something and needed to get it. No, it couldn't wait till Monday. Joni wasn't one to pry so she came over quickly, allowing James to hop into his car. He'd activated Lacy's 'Find My Phone' feature and was going to track her. Hopefully, he was wrong. Hopefully she was telling the truth and James was just being a jealous over protective husband.
Near the end of Terrace Street, which lead out of the cul-de-sac, James pulled out his phone and looked at the map.
The indicator said his wife was... wait, that couldn't be right. It was indicating a house that was literally right across the community circle that was in the middle of the cul-de-sac. It was Daryl's house.
"What?" He muttered.
What would she be doing at Daryl's house? The man was mostly a recluse, some well off nerd that worked from home. He was nice enough. James even liked him. At least, in general. He was standoffish, but funny. Shy in a way. The typical nerdy man with scruffy cheeks, messy dark hair and was overweight. He wasn't grotesque by any means, but he had a larger stomach and when he walked, his thighs tended to rub together in his sweat. The man was well liked in the neighborhood if mostly overlooked. He really only made appearances at the weekly game nights at the community house. Otherwise, he was forgettable. So why was Lacy there? Why lie about where she was going?
Had she gotten into Dungeons and Dragons or some video game and was too embarrassed to tell him? What other explanation could there be?
James pulled his car around the corner and noticed Lacy's car packed at the end of the block. So she'd driven her, gotten out and walked back to Daryl's. It made James's stomach clench. What was going on?
Something in the back of his mind screamed the answer, but he ignored it. He couldn't believe his wife would lie to him like that. Not for Daryl. The man wasn't... well, he just wasn't appealing. Not to a girl like Lacy. James didn't want to demean the man, but he was a poster boy for incel's. Lacy, well, any girl, wouldn't give the man a second look.
He sat in the car for a few minutes, looking at his phone, wondering if maybe the location was off. But it wasn't moving. He'd even shut it off, turned off his phone and turned it back on to be sure. The indicator kept showing she was at Daryl's. Had been for nearly a half hour now.
With a pit in his stomach, James slipped out of his car and jogged back into the cul de sac and towards Daryl's. He kept to the shadows as best he could, not wanting one of his neighbors to see him and ask what he was doing. Not that it was odd for him to be out, he could easily just say he was out for a late night jog, but it was dark and he hadn't brought a flashlight and wasn't wearing anything reflective, just a dark pair of sweatpants and tshirt. It might raise suspicion and he didn't want to get the whole place gossiping about his paranoia.
Please let it just be a misunderstanding. He thought as he snuck across Daryl's lawn towards the side of the house. The hedges were thick but not impossible to get through, though he did scratch his arms a little, no blood thankfully. The first window he came to was looking into the dining room. It was furnished with a large table and chairs, no evidence of his wife or Daryl.
The next window had a patch of flowers under it that he had to step around carefully so as not to crush them as he eased himself up to look inside. This one looked into Daryl's living room. It was brightly lit with a dark leather couch and two high-backed chairs, with a fireplace that was lit even though the weather hadn't gotten all that cold yet. Daryl was sitting on the couch, his side facing the window, arms crossed over his head as he leaned back, sinking deep into the couch. He wore a stretched out D&D t-shirt with a bunch of images of dragons and dice on it. That was the only thing he was wearing and it barely covered his pudgy stomach. There was no sign of his pants, but that wasn't what had James's eye trying to pop out of his skull.
Squatting down in front of Daryl and his sizable girth were two women. One was James's wife and the other was Sarah, a woman who lived a couple houses down. Sarah worked with Lacy at the Church day care on sundays and they'd both attended PTA meetings together on many occasions. Lacy had her hair up in pigtails now instead of the ponytail she'd left in with an intricate purple lace mask covering her eyes and tied at the back. Her yoga pants and t-shirt were gone, replaced by the tiniest black plaid skirt James had ever seen. It was barely six inches wide and didn't cover a single inch of her ass. The purple thong he'd suspected her of wearing was pulled up so tight against her, between her ass cheeks that he was surprised it hadn't ripped. It was wedged between her labia, shaved so clean and shining with what might have been a thin layer of oil.
Lacy was a very petite woman, barely five foot and fluctuating between one hundred and one twenty since she'd had their second child. Her tits were almost a b cup and the most beautiful teardrops, and they were now almost on complete display, wearing a completely sheer purple top that only went down past her pink nipples, showing off considerable under-boob. The skirt was fastened tight around her waist, making her tummy pudge out slightly in a beautifully seductive muffin top.
