It had all started out innocently enough. My wife had been babysitting the son of the young couple next door for a couple of years. Then they had a second child. The young wife had always been a good looking woman, long dark hair, plenty of curves, with a nice enough bosom that would have caught any man's stare. Only now that she had had the second baby, her breasts seemed to have expanded easily into the next couple of cup sizes. I couldn't help notice even more so when she would dress in loose tops, carry one child or the other on her hip, and then lean over to pick something up. Her gaping blouse provided for a bit of a peep show for an older guy like me. Of course, it helped too that it seemed her nipples were forever hard. Assumedly hard from all the milk waiting to be suckled or pumped from them. I knew about that since my wife had told me about all the pumped bottles of breast milk in her refrigerator. Needless to say for the next few months I was treated innocently to the sexy remembrance of my own wife's bosom expansion after the birth of our two kids. Although it was a bit exciting to see my neighbor, I never lacked for seeing the real thing or things as it were on my beautiful wife.
About six months after the neighbor's second baby had been born my wife started babysitting regularly on Thursday nights. For a few weeks all I knew was Sheila was going to some exercise class. On one of those nights I looked out and saw her coming home and couldn't help but notice, with her wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a tight halter top, just how much she had slimmed down in just those few short months.
When Mary Ann came back from next door a few minutes later I was taken aback at what she asked me...
"Have you seen Sheila lately?" She asked as she threw her keys into the basket on the counter.
I knew it had to be a trick question, but there was no way she had caught me staring out the window at our young neighbor. "Yea, well, why?"
"Her body has got to be the most amazing body I've ever seen so soon after having a baby. She's taut and tight. Isn't she beautiful?" My wife asked me.
"Yea, I suppose, of course." I more stammered than spoke.
"She joined a special class to lose the pounds she gained after Sophie was born."
"I guess it worked." I grinned thinking of what I had seen earlier, but put my hand up to my mouth to hide my reaction.
"The best body I have ever seen after having two babies. Amazing, isn't it? Wow!"
"Yeah, and you're gorgeous, too, but you already knew that. I love your body." I said trying to steer clear of any chance to screw up and say something inappropriate about the young lady next door.
"Yeah, but it's not like Sheila. I take simple aerobics; she does a real neat fitness class." Mary Ann walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch from me. "She does pole dancing."
"What?" I said about dropping the laptop I had been tapping away on.
"Suburban wives and moms just like her learn to whirl around a pole to get into shape." Mary Ann tucked her legs up under her and reached for the television remote between us. "It's the latest health craze."
"No way, normal women don't do stuff like that," was all I could think of to say, but I was actually thinking of my pretty neighbor with the swollen breasts and the rest of her swinging around some shiny metal pole.
"What's even more is she bought a pole and had Eddie set it up in their basement. Now she can pole dance at home, too."
"You should try it," I jokingly said as she flipped television channels and I went back to typing. "We could set up a pole in our basement. Naturally I'll help you exercise because I don't want you falling on your head."
Naturally Mary Ann ignored my remarks. "Well, Sheila practices on hers everyday. She tells me pole dancing is not only excellent exercise, it encouraged her to go out and buy more sexy clothes, like thongs and high heels."
Okay, my face had to have given me away then. I was sure I was bug eyed and had my tongue at least slightly hanging out of my open mouth. If having had my share of flashes of boob from my sexy neighbor wasn't enough, to hear she wore sexy thongs had me instantly rethinking the passing glances I had made to her backside.
"In fact, did I tell you about the other day when Sheila asked if I'd mind taking Eddie's shirts out of the dryer for her so they didn't wrinkle?"
My wife was continuing to talk as I had my inappropriate thoughts and I hoped she didn't expect an answer from me. I had my head down in my laptop.
"Well, I did that and then went on and put what was in the washer into the dryer. I didn't notice then, but when I took that load out I couldn't believe it. You wouldn't believe the amount of lingerie that woman has. And talking about skimpy; I found myself holding up this one red lacy thong panty and wondering just how far up both her cracks that thing must go."
I was already amazed at what incredible shape Sheila had gotten back into, but now I pictured my gorgeous neighbor wearing a pair of stiletto heels and nothing else but the red thong my wife had just described. It was so bad I even found myself typing 'thong' into the story I was writing.
I immediately started backspacing.
"Of course her butt isn't as big as mine." Mary Ann added.
At the mention of her own backside I drug myself out of my fantasy induced trance and thought of my wife's cute backside. "I love your butt."
I put my laptop aside and leaned over to grab for her.
My wife immediately blocked me with the remote in her hand. "Well, there is a lot of it to love."
"Then I sure better get a start on loving it." I added and made it through her weak defenses.
We made love on the couch as our new puppy watched on unfazed from his little bed on the floor beside us.
*****
It was a handful of Saturday's later that I came home from playing golf. I came through the garage and as I headed up the steps to the next floor, I heard voices.
"It is so much fun!" I recognized Sheila's excited voice. "I never thought I could swing upside down on a pole, but it was my big accomplishment for the month."
I froze in my tracks halfway up the stairs.
"If somebody had said to me I would ever be dancing around a pole, I probably would have laughed in their face. I'd have told them they were crazy. But I love the pole fit workout. I don't even know I'm working out. I've never felt so strong and limber." I heard the increasingly excited inflection in Sheila's voice as I continued to pause there on the steps. "I feel great when I'm doing it. I feel strong. I compare it to the adrenaline rush Eddie gets as a runner. It really makes me remember how it feels to be in my body and I feel the old me coming back."
