Something happened to me recently that I had to share with someone. I'm a 34 year-old mother of two that's been married to the same man for eight years. Shortly after we married my husband was relocated to a medium-sized town in the middle of the state. Not having a lot of money, we were fortunate to find a nice house with a yard at a reasonable price located near the local college. We settled down and both worked with me taking a job as an accountant. Four years into the marriage we had our first child, Jeremy, and a couple of years after that Alex followed. Like many people, raising a family and having a full-time job meant I had little time or energy, leading me to a sedentary lifestyle. I ended up putting on about twenty-five pounds, every ounce showing up on my five-six frame and hating it, but lacked the resolve to do anything about. By just about any standard we were a normal middle-class family.
Then last year things started to change. My husband got an unexpected promotion that doubled his salary. The only real negative was that he had to go out of town frequently, but it was a small price to pay for the additional money. Now that we had a steady source of increased income, I quit my job and became a full-time housewife. I soon discovered my energy returning to me and became determined to lose the weight I had packed on over the years. After several months of regular work outs and carefully watching my diet, I was proud to see the return of my 34C-26-36 frame that used to catch all the men's eyes. I was delighted to find I could fit into the same clothes I had worn during my college days. Not only did I have my body back, but I discovered the return of my sex drive, which had been costing in neutral for years. Unfortunately the same could not be said for my husband, who, while a caring man, was never the most virile or imaginative lover around. After several abortive attempts to reignite the passion in our relationship, I resigned myself to standard sex once, and sometime twice a week.
Shortly after my figure returned our next door neighbor sold his house. We discovered that rather than moving in, the new owner had decided to rent the house to college students. Upon hearing that my husband became angry, saying he didn't want to live next to a bunch of kids that would be staggering around drunk partying at all hours of the day. He even talked about trying to find a new house. I took the new information better, telling him that not all college students were party animals, and it wasn't as though he had been in his new position long. It was better to calm down and see what would happen before making any impulsive decisions with money we didn't have yet. My husband eventually calmed down after many reassurances on my part that things would be okay.
I understood the reasons behind his objections to the students living next door. He told me that his experiences in college weren't the best and he had problems fitting in, hating his experience and being relieved when he finally graduated. My ease with the idea of our new neighbors was because I had been the exact opposite. I went to a large school and fit in almost immediately into the college scene.
Like a lot of freshmen who were away from home for the first time without parental supervision, I went pretty wild. Since I was an attractive girl I got invited to a lot of parties and attended as many as I could. I was also pretty promiscuous, hooking up with lots of different guys. It didn't take long for me to get a reputation as a wild party girl who rarely passed up the opportunity for some good cock. I probably slept with close to forty different guys by the end of the year. Like I said, I went wild.
Things changed my second year as I fell for an upperclassman and all but moved in with him. Not only did we have sex nearly every night, but the kinky guy had a thing for threesomes. At first he had to talk me into it, but soon I started loving it. Hardly a week passed by where I wasn't doubled-teamed at least a couple of times a week, and was always eager for more. About the only thing I didn't try was a gangbang. My boyfriend tried talking me into it once, and I almost went through with it, but I chickened out at the last minute.
By the end of that second year I had broken up with my boyfriend and my grades were in the toilet. In order to stay in school I started hitting the books, cut the partying down to once a week, and only had sex with steady boyfriends. It was hard to resist the siren call of becoming a party animal again, but I remained firm and managed to graduate with respectable grades and a degree in accounting. I met the man who would be my husband shortly thereafter and settled down.
Curious about what our new neighbors would be like, I found out what day they were expected and made sure I'd be around. I was alone at the house the day they arrived, and could hardly believe my eyes when I saw what they were like. There were five guys, all of them big with very fit physiques that were plain to see through the muscles shirts and shorts they wore. The most handsome of the lot was a blonde Adonis with one of those smiles that can make a girl melt where she stands. When he saw me watching from my front porch he unleashed that smile on me. I could practically feel my heart skip a beat, despite him being nearly fifteen years my junior.
He motioned for me to come over. I could hardly turn down the offer and still be considered neighborly, and I definitely wanted to get to know these guys better. As I walked across my yard to theirs, all of the guys stopped what they were doing and looked me over, their eyes greedily devouring my body, making me blush. While I had received quite a few stares since dropping my weight, and even had a few passes made at me, most men tried to be circumspect about it. These guys either didn't know how to be subtle or didn't care. It made me a bit uncomfortable until I realized they were just being typical horny college guys, no different from the ones I dated when I was their age. I received lots of looks then and it didn't bother me. I decided to relax and enjoy the attention.
"Hi, neighbor," the really handsome guy said as they nearly tripped over each other introducing themselves. Dominic was the tallest and every bit as Italian was his name. Tyrone was black and the one looking me over the most openly. Roger was nearly as wide as he was tall, and the only one with average looks. Danny was his brother, the smallest of the group, but much better-looking than his brother. The Adonis that had gained my attention, and the most handsome of the lot, was Kurt. He radiated charm and charisma that made me wish I was a college girl again.
I introduced myself. The guys seemed stunned when they learned I was a mother of two and their ardor cooled off somewhat. All that was save Kurt, who was as personable as before, and after a few minutes of conversation had me laughing easily with him. The others relaxed and warmed up to me again when they saw I wasn't some old frump or stick in the mud. It turned out all the guys but Danny were on the college football team (all second and third stringers), which explained their fit condition. None of them belonged to a fraternity, so they decided to get a house together where they could have some privacy and control over their living conditions. We made small talk like that for an hour before I had to excuse myself to pick up the kids from their friend's house. The guys politely said their farewells, Kurt saying he was really glad I was his next door neighbor and that he hoped to see more of me soon.
When my husband came home I told him about my meeting the guys. He became huffy again, complaining about having to put up with a bunch of 'dumb jocks' now, and he became certain they would be loud and obnoxious. I was a bit put off by his stereotypical attitude and informed him that while some jocks were assholes, these guys seemed like nice young men. It settled him down somewhat, but when the guys did have party that first Saturday, the complaints returned. I once again assured my husband that it wasn't surprising they would throw a party on their first weekend back, before they were buried under class work, and it wasn't like they had the party on Friday. Lots of people had parties on Saturdays, not just college guys. He wasn't convinced, but kept his grumbling quietly to himself.
As for me, hearing the dull thud of music reverberating off their walls and the squealing of girls mixing with the laughter of guys made me recall my own partying days. I realized how much I missed cutting loose, throwing caution to the wind, drinking up a storm, and enjoying myself with whatever guy had caught my eye that night. It made me feel old, despite my newfound energy and confidence.
Over the next several weeks every time I saw the guys, and my husband wasn't around, they'd strike up a friendly conversation with me, usually with a bit of flirting on their part. Kurt went out of his way to talk to me, and we instantly connected despite our age difference. I always looked forward to our talks. If I had been younger and not married I'd have been all over him.
Eventually my husband had to leave the state on business and wouldn't be back for a week. My in-laws had been asking if they could have the children over for a weekend, so I decided then would be as good a time as any. The boys were all for it since their grandparents spoiled them rotten. Friday came and I dropped my husband off at the airport, then drove upstate to my in-laws farm and dropped the boys off, promising to pick them up on Sunday. Judging by how happy they were, I think they would have preferred staying there all week.
