Catherine and Tommy were both 48 and had been married for 30 years. They met in High school and had been childhood sweethearts, dating each other exclusively from the age of 15.
Over the years, they had built up their careers- Catherine as a nurse in a senior position in the local hospital and Tommy as a builder finally running his own impressive business supporting their community with a large team of men working under him.
Together they raised two children, Charlotte and Jessica who were now adults in their mid-twenties. Both had moved away to raise families of their own with their own husbands. Charlotte was a kindergarten teacher married to Adam, a lawyer. Jessica was more free-spirited, now an artist married to Neal who was a musician. They owned a modest home with two small toddlers.
After the girls moved away Catherine and Tommy had experienced the first serious hiccup in their marriage as they struggled to find some structure in the home life they now only seemed to have in their careers. After a heart-to-heart about spending more time with each other they agreed to have at least one date night a week which normally fell on a friday which suited them both since they could afford to take the Saturday off and spend the day together.
Catherine was still beautiful. Though she had obviously started to age over the years, in her prime she had been a red-head with milky-white, perfect skin. When she'd cared for male patients in her twenties and thirties she enjoyed the attention she got from men, even getting satisfaction in the idea they may have been jerking off in their hospital beds thinking about her when the lights were off and the majority of staff had gone home. She didn't need much make-up either to get this attention, opting to a use a little eye-liner and signature red lipstick on her beautiful full lips. She was curvy in all of the right places, and Tommy would get instantly hard at her huge tits and round ass. It wasn't that Catherine had chosen to stop caring what people thought, but like many women she was getting older and after heavy shifts she couldn't be bothered with aerobics classes and runs around the neighbourhood to keep herself in shape. She used to wax and shave regularly but she also found that in this area her standards had dropped a little, taking care to only really bother once a month if not longer. She was still beautiful but she had taken on a motherly quality of comfortablity and within herself that she had extended into her marriage. She still loved Tommy exclusively, never thought about seriously straying and was as attracted to him as she had ever been.
Tommy had always been athletic, tanned, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and his manly presence in all the rooms he entered made women go hot around him. He was deeply handsome and in a very rugged, chiselled way and when he and Catherine dated exclusively in high school while the other jocks fooled around not just with their girlfriends but their girlfriend's friends, they couldn't understand why Tommy never played on the attention the girls gave him and why he only dated Catherine when he could have had any of the girls in school. Tommy was known in their town as an everyman, a decent guy who was liked by everyone and at the age of 48 still drew attention from Catherine's friends and even their friend's daughters. He was still sexy and his dark hair was greying now to silver fox status. Catherine enjoyed the fact that younger women would flirt outrageously with him and she knew he wouldn't act on it so it was OK.
Tommy still loved his wife deeply and the attraction he'd had for her for over 30 years was still there. She was a respectful and loving wife, a good mother and he still bought her flowers every friday to show his appreciation for all of the things she did for him and their family. He even enjoyed date night up to a point, but at one time they'd fuck for hours. He could spend hours fucking her, getting his cock sucked, sucking on her massive tits and licking her beautiful, smooth soaking wet pussy until she climaxed. He'd lap up her juices with his greedy tongue ensuring she came over and over again.
Now though, the sex was more structured, a routine to get through, which was not to say he didn't enjoy it but unknown to her because he didn't want to her her feelings but Catherine's inability to keep up her routine of self-grooming around things like waxing her pussy regularly, he found a little off-putting. He knew he should say something but he didn't want to hurt her. By not saying anything however, he didn't realise that this was the start of their problems...
The house next door to them hadn't been occupied for a few years now. It was owned by a couple of a similar age to them who had moved away when Roger (the husband) got a job overseas with the accountancy firm that he worked for. He still owned the house but he, his wife Cherry and their daughter Stacey had moved away 10 years earlier.
Catherine and Tommy were relieved when they left. Though they were friends at one point, their daughter Stacey had turned into a brat and was unruly. When she and their own two girls started High School Stacey was the popular girl- beautiful, bossy and a massive bully. Often getting the other girls to gang up on Charlotte and Jessica. After a massive row which nearly ended in a fist fight between Tommy and Roger, they all stopped speaking to each other. They left without so much as a goodbye.
One afternoon after a heavy day at the hospital, Catherine turned into her street and noticed a removal van outside of Roger and Cherry's old home. A couple of men were lifting furniture out of the wagon and taking it into the house. Catherine got out of her car and as she was walking up her driveway she heard someone call her name.
She turned round and a young woman in her mid-twenties was waving over to her. 'Mrs White!' she called, waving with a smile. The woman was tanned in a way that suggested she'd come from somewhere exotic. She wore pink shorts and a tight pink cropped top that exposed her naval, a diamond piercing dangling from her belly button. She was very pretty, blonde, athletic and slim but with tits big enough to rival her own. In her head Catherine was thinking that they had to be fake.
'Sorry, do I know you?' Catherine asked as it dawned on her. It was Stacey. The little bitch who'd made her daughter's lives a misery during their high school years.
'It's me, Stacey,' she replied, a note of awkwardness on her face that suggested guilt and regret for all of the behaviour in the past that led to the breakdown in their neighbourly friendships.
'Oh,' Catherine replied. Her stomach began to churn for the anger she felt towards this girl for the way she relentlessly hounded and bullied her daughters. 'What are you doing here?' She asked her.
