I can remember the day Tim's and my lives changed like it was yesterday. It was a Saturday one year ago. A day that started like any other weekend day at our house.
We had had breakfast that morning and Tim was off somewhere in the house doing who knows what. I was still in the kitchen doing the morning dishes when I saw movement at the vacant house next door. Looking through my kitchen window I could see a truck loaded with boxes and household items backed in the driveway. A shirtless man walking out of the garage and climbing into the bed of the truck is what had caught my eye. I thought it must be the new owner moving in. I was mesmerized by what I saw. I watched as he lifted a large box and stepped down from the truck. If this was the new owner; ooh la la.
I had been expecting this moment ever since George, the previous owner, told us he was retiring, selling the house and moving across the country to live with his daughter. I was sad to see him go; he had been such a nice neighbor. He had told us that he was selling to a co-worker, but nothing else about them. I had hoped the new owner would be as nice as old mister Grace, but I was not prepared for such a hot body. He looked to be in his early thirties.
The man disappeared into the garage; his huge arm muscles bulging. He returned to retrieve another box. He was tall. At least 6', probably taller, and he was built like a tank. The muscles of his bare chest and abdomen were shiny with a sheen of sweat. It made him look very sexy. He had dark hair that was cut short. I couldn't see his facial features plainly from my window, but I sure wanted to.
Looking at him through the window as he worked I felt a tingle run through me. I couldn't imagine why just watching him was getting me aroused but it certainly was. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have him naked between my legs. I thought," I have not desired another man since Tim and I met." That thought stopped me cold. Desire? Was that really the right word? Did I desire this stranger?
My thoughts drifted back over our lives together. Tim and I had been together for thirteen years and married for a little over nine. In the beginning our sex life was exciting and I was ready for sex anytime he made advances, which was pretty often. I could count the number of lovers I had been with on one hand before Tim and my experience was limited. I liked sex and although I was too timid to express my desires, we experimented with several sexual acts and positions. I loved them all.
Through the years our marriage, in and out of bed, had calmed down to a set routine. Tim's sexual advances became less frequent as the years passed and I was too passive to take the initiative. We still had great sex occasionally. I was still attracted to Tim and I feel sure he still found me desirable. I guess the truth is we had become jaded. Our marriage was good, but we were in a boring rut of daily life.
Tim is still a good looking man at 37. Dark wavy hair and blue eyes rule his always smiling face. He has gained a few pounds and is pushing 200 on a 5' 10" frame, but still looks fit. Overall he is in great physical shape. I am two years younger than Tim and I still look like I did when we were in high school. I had strived to maintain my girlish physique through the years. I am a slim 115 pounds with an ass that still looks good in a pair of shorts or a bikini. My 36C tits are almost out of proportion on my 5 foot 6 inch frame. There is no sag in them. They stand firm even without a bra. My green eyes are framed with auburn hair that I wear cut at my shoulders.
I still enjoyed the sex when we had the occasional quick encounter. Tim's cock fits perfectly and he can hit the right spot to send me into orgasmic bliss. The problem was that it was hard to get in the mood. Because of my passiveness I found it easier to just masturbate when I got too horny. In all the years with Tim, I had never seriously considered being with another man sexually. I had fantasies, sure, but this felt different.
I realized I was leaning against the sink with my legs crossed as I squeezed my pussy tight. My hand crept beneath the waistband of my shorts as I uncrossed my legs. I could feel the heat of my arousal as it slipped inside my panties and across my pubic mound. I was already wet. My finger slid across my clitoris and I softly moaned with the pleasurable sparks of sensation that shot through me.
To this day I still can't explain why I was affected that way. What I was doing shocked my sensibilities. I had never done anything like that outside the privacy of my bedroom. I was out of control, but the boldness of what I was doing was arousing me even more. I let my finger slip between my wet pussy lips and gently massaged my clitoris. My knees buckled a little as I fingered myself while watching the sexy hunk next door work; unaware he was the object of my fantasy. My orgasm arrived very quickly.
As I was recovering my composure Tim walked into the kitchen. It occurred to me that he had almost caught me masturbating. I had never done that in front of him. The idea of him watching me was suddenly very arousing. I almost wished he had come into the kitchen two minutes earlier.
Keeping my eyes locked on the guy as he labored with the boxes I said, "Tim, come see our new neighbor moving in to the Grace's old place." He joined me at the kitchen sink. I leaned back into him hoping to feel a bulge as I made contact. No such luck, but as we stood there watching I felt Tim's erection growing against my ass as I pressed into him.
An idea how I could get a closer look at this beautiful man popped into my head. He was stoking my fire just by existing within my sight and I couldn't help myself. "Tim, I bet he could use a hand with those boxes. Why don't we go out and introduce ourselves. Let's welcome him to the neighborhood and offer our help?" I thought it was a good plan.
I could barely control the quivering in my body as we walked next door to meet our new neighbor. My nipples were hard and my panties were soaked. He saw us approaching and stood up in the bed of the truck. What I saw took my breath. The muscles of his arms and torso were well defined. He looked like a chiseled Greek statue that had sprung to life. My eyes followed the thin line of matted hair that trailed down his flat abdomen until it disappeared beneath the waist band of his sweat pants. I yearned to see where that line of hair terminated.
I tore my eyes and thoughts from his crotch and looked at his face. He had the most beautiful smile and his amazing blue eyes sparkled as our gazes met. I was staring, speechless, at this magnificent hunk of a man. It was like time had stopped. He was very handsome. His lips were thin and had a sexy curve to them. I wondered how they would feel against mine. Or as he sucked my hard nipples. My mind was racing. What the hell was happening to me. Why were my thoughts so sexual? This was so out of character for me.
I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding when I heard Tim say, "Hello there. My name is Tim and this is my wife Amy." I took a breath and said, "I saw you unloading your truck through my kitchen window. We would like to welcome you to the neighborhood and offer our help."
He jumped down from the bed of the truck and stuck out his hand. As he and Tim shook hands he said, "Well hi. I'm Jon, no H. Pleased to meet you. I just bought this place from George Grace. He told me that I could expect to meet the nicest couple living next door." He looked directly at me and continued, "Please forgive my directness, but he neglected to mention just how beautiful you were, Amy. Tim, you're a lucky man."
Jon turned to me and stuck out his hand. His compliment was melting me. I know it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel wetness down my inner thighs. I stood there speechless, looking at his muscled chest glistening with a light sheen from his sweat. I did a bold thing. I waved his hand aside and embraced him, saying as I did, "I'm a hugger not a hand shaker." My hands were on his upper arms. When I pulled my body into his, my tits crushed against his pecs. My nipples felt like rocks trapped in my bra. His biceps rippled under my hands. I stepped back and looked into his beautiful eyes. I wanted to kiss those sexy lips. I was almost totally out of control.
I backed away from him before I could act on that impulse. I could feel my chest heaving. I was hoping my soaked panties were not wetting the crotch of my shorts. I had never reacted to any other man this way before; not even Tim when we first met. It was like I was a wild animal in heat. Smiling brightly I said, "Welcome to the neighborhood, Jon; no H. So nice to meet you. And thank you for such a lovely compliment."
I was disappointed and relieved at the same time when Tim said, "Let me give you a hand with these boxes, Jon. If you have more stuff to bring over I am willing to help you all day. Amy suggested we do the neighborly thing so I am at your disposal."
I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to so I said my goodbyes and went home. I couldn't stop watching Jon from my vantage point at the kitchen window as he and Tim worked. Surrendering to my arousal I abandoned my inhibitions and unfastened my shorts. When I slipped my hand inside my panties my fingers raked through my pubic hair and I imagined it was Jon's hand touching me. I rubbed my middle finger in a circle around my clitoris sending waves of pleasure through me.
That felt good, but this time I wanted more. I pushed my shorts and panties off my hips and let them fall to the floor. I inserted two fingers into my vagina. Standing there at the kitchen sink, naked from the waist down, I masturbated as I imagined my fingers were Jon's hard cock fucking me. I fantasized about him touching me in places no one but Tim has touched in years. I leaned forward picturing Jon pounding me hard from behind.
