It's amazing who your neighbors turn out to be.
Well, it really ended up making an impact on my life anyway. Let me backtrack a bit and fill you in.
I first met Claire in my last year of college. She was a year behind me and both of us ended up working on a group project together. Back then I thought she was incredibly cute and had a personality to match. Her bubbly sense of humor was the highlight of my day.
About a month into the semester, I asked her out and she accepted!
We spent a lot of time together that semester, things started getting serious.
I remember our first night together vividly. We decided to make it special. We rented a hotel room on the edge of town, had a nice dinner and I was ready for her.
Claire is short brunette, coming in at just under 5'4". However, her genes blessed her with fantastic curves to put on her small frame. Her body measured 36d-26-36. The jeans she wore clung to her tight, ample ass, but it was her tits that made her body goddess-like. Big, firm and so beautiful and they pressed out everything she wore. Her body had amazing curves from the top down and I loved every inch of it.
I was, and still am your average white guy. Just over 6 feet, I get my share of looks from the ladies, but I know I'm just the nice guy. So, to me Claire was a great catch and I intended to hold onto her.
That night I waited in anticipation for her in that hotel room. She came out wearing a beautiful white teddy that barely covered her body. Her hard nipples pused through the fabric. I saw her dark trimmed bush through the bottom and was gone for good. We made love that night and for many more times the rest of that semester.
It soon became obvious that I was in love with Claire and that we were going to be together for a while. After I graduated, I took a job in the city to be near her. We married soon after college.
I spent the next few years busting my ass, working in a major accounting firm. Soon, I got promoted and things were on the rise for Claire and me. After my promotion, she decided to stop working so she could go back and get her master's degree. I fully supported it.
Since I started rolling in the dough, we thought it might be good to move on up for our house too.
After months of searching, we found a great house in the suburbs. I was swamped with work during the move, so I barely took time to settle in.
One night after Claire's semester was done; we took a day off and went to Vegas. The drinks and the atmosphere helped her and I to loosen up and have fun. One night after 3 bottles of wine and some hot sex, we started spilling the beans about fantasies as we watched porn.
We were both fantasizing all the time and it was fun to get it out. Claire said she'd almost had a fling with a girl in college but they both backed out. The image of her with a girl got me rock hard. I knew she had been with a few guys, but she hadn't told me this.
The drinks flowed as we played with each other. At one point, I confessed to her. "I'd love to watch you fuck another guy" I said.
The look on her face was one of both surprise and excitement. It was the excitement that hit me. I could tell she wasn't totally put off by it.
She said "Oh my god, really?"
"Well, the idea is super hot. I'm not sure if we could ever do it for real, but yeah."
Claire giggled a bit and said "Well, looks like we both had stuff to spill."
We fucked again that night and slept it off that morning.
Soon, I was back into work and she was neck deep in the books.
One evening I came home and there was a huge moving truck in the house in the same street as ours. I knew the house had been sold, but didn't know anything about the new tenants.
The next day was a Saturday. That's when I met Jeff.
My new neighbor was about 6'5", muscular and I judged him to be about 50 years old. He had his head shaved and his skin was a dark caramel color. He reached out one of his big arms and shook my hand with his massive grip.
Jeff told me that he and his wife had just moved in from California and were looking forward to getting to know the neighbors. As he stood there in the yard, we talked about the city and where I worked.
I learned that Jeff had played some college football a long time ago and been an investment broker and had done very well for himself. He was basically retired now and his wife Karen worked for the power company.
About that time I saw Jeff look behind me and heard our door open.
I turned to see Claire coming out, wearing tiny denim cut off shorts and a black tank top. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath that. She was always comfy on the weekends. She had her dark brown hair cut in a short bob now. It looked incredibly cute and it suited her well. Right now, her hair was messy and she didn't have makeup on. She looked like the hot girl next door.
Claire came to my side and shook Jeff's hand. I saw him catch a glance at her body but it was nothing too obvious. After a minute of talking, we exchanged numbers and decided to get together soon.
As Claire and I walked to the house, she said "That will be nice to have new neighbors". I thought the same thing, but had no idea my marriage might be changing soon.
A few weeks later we got an invitation to Jeff and Karen's. They were hosting a neighborhood party for the block.
Claire looked beautiful in her flowered dress. The scoop neck showed just a bit of cleavage but it was not too revealing.
It was at the party that we finally met Karen. She was a tall black woman, almost 6 feet tall. She seemed nice enough but she wasn't socializing much. It was almost as if she didn't want to be there.
Claire and I mingled through the party, being sure to talk with everyone we could. Although Jeff seemed to get along with everyone, the same could not be said for Karen. She was just so distant and not very inviting. I figured something was up, but I just let it go.
A couple of days later, I came home and Claire was standing in the yard, talking to Jeff. Once again, she was wearing her short denim shorts.
Her pretty legs were on display and the shirt she had on pushed out from her breasts. As I got out of the car, Jeff came over to say hello. He and Claire were just talking about the weather. He said goodbye and went back home.
Later than night, Claire said "You know, I think Jeff and Karen aren't doing so well."
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"He just made some sort comments about her. I don't know, could be nothing." She said.
A couple of weeks went by. One night we had a knock on the door. It was Jeff.
"Hey man, sorry to bother. Karen kicked me out. Is there any way I could bunk on your couch?"
"Umm.. ok." I said.
Jeff came in. Luckily, Claire was still dressed from school and went over. She gave him a hug. I saw his big arms wrap around her tightly.
When they separated, she offered him some tea. They sat down in the kitchen table. Claire was always good with sorting out people's issues. This was no exception.
They sat there for an hour or more. I did things around the house but kept checking in on them. I heard him tell her things about Karen, how bossy she was, etc. The conversation never turned into anything more than them trying to figure out a plan for him and Karen.
Jeff got up and said he was going to try and sneak back into their house. He gave Claire a big hug and thanked me for the time.