Bob Schoor walked across the lawn to his neighbor's house next door. After several months of the young couple living there it was his first time to visit their house. Earlier encounters had not gone well. Being neighbors doesn't necessarily mean you have to be friends. The young couple hadn't cared for Bob and Erica Schoor from the beginning.
Now after only a few days after the funeral for Erica her husband was about to ring their door bell for the first time. He shifted the large satchel to his left hand and pushed the doorbell button.
Kim and Garrett Perkins had fallen in love quickly. Kim was 22, an office assistant at a manufacturing plant. Garrett was in sales with the same company. That's how they met. Garrett, at 24 swept her off her feet, so she said.
When the doorbell rang they had just returned to the kitchen after Kim had gotten a good fucking from her husband. Garrett went to the peep hole to see that it was Bob.
"It's Bob Schoor from next door for God's sake and he's carrying a large leather pouch or the like. I hope he's not suing us for being bad neighbors."
Garrett was in shorts and a t-shirt. Kim was just wearing panties, her big C-Cups jiggled in front of her chest. She was always willing to tease her husband into an extra fuck and was hoping for another round of what she had just gotten. Cum had already ran out from the well fucked cunt and dampened the panty crotch. She dashed for the bedroom and more clothes.
Garrett answered the door and invited him in, then cried out to his wife.
"Kim! Bob Schoor from next door is here to see us."
"We were taking a nap. Kim will be out in a few minutes."
"What can I do for you, Bob?"
"Well, I need to talk to both of you ..."
Kim took her time. She really hated Bob. He'd see her in the yard and try to make a conversation while trying to check out her tits and see down her blouse. Kim dressed to tease, but didn't dress to tease a sixty-something year old neighbor. As a young and pretty wife the only time she didn't dress to tease was in church on Sunday morning, and she and Garrett rarely missed a Sunday. But, then again, they'd come home and have a explosive fuck session. That's what had just happened and rather than getting a quick repeat of her husband's hard cock in her she had Bob Schoor in her living room.
Kim appeared from the hallway. Bob gave her a quick up and down. Suddenly she wished she had stuck with the slacks and shirt instead of an above the knee skirt and t-shirt. Husband Garrett gave her a disapproving scowl. As much as she loathed Bob maybe she could show him enough thigh to distract him from her tits. Kim sat and let her skirt rise up a bit and left her knees unexplainably a few inches apart. Bob smiled. Kim looked at him and couldn't figure why her nipples stiffened in the bastard's presence.
"Well, as you know." Bob began. "We lost Erica the other day."
All three sat in silence.
"So sorry, Bob." Kim finally added.
Her words echoed in her ears like distant voices.
"Things were good." Bob continued. "The kids had been grown and gone for years. We had retired. That night we had gone to bed, had sex, and gone off to sleep. In the morning when I rolled towards her she had passed smiling."
The thought of Erica having sex with Bob rolled through Kim causing a little shudder up the length of her vagina. She noted that it was an odd thing for him to use in the conversation. Garrett kept his smile of disapproval.
"I guess it is natural for funerals to bring out the bad in people. Maybe you heard my daughters hollering and screaming at the top of their lungs at me. Their mother had been gone 4 days and they wanted to divide up her jewelry as if I had no rights to it at all. I never expect such greed from my own children. They just didn't want a piece of Erica's stuff, they wanted it all."
Garrett and Kim listened without saying a word.
"Maybe I should show you what the fight was about. We have always done well and Erica loved jewelry."
He reached into the satchel and brought out tray after tray all sparkly with gold, silver, and diamonds.
"After the big blow out I sent my daughters home and considered donating to charity or maybe even dumping the stuff in the lake. Then I thought of giving it away a piece at a time. Kim, I want you to pick something out just for listening to what I am about to say that may sound unstably absurd and maybe a little crazy."
"Really?"
She looked over at Garrett. There was no look of approval. No hint of expression after the conversation had now become only between Bob Schoor and Kim.
"Uhhh," Kim shook her head. "I mean ... I don't know. Really?"
"Sure pick something out. Something nice. You will have deserved it if you don't like what I am about to say."
Kim tried to get something nice, but not go expensive with her choice. She selected a ring and put it on her hand to look at.
"Good choice. That has matching earrings and a necklace. Go ahead. Put them on. See how they feel."
Kim admired the way the items looked and felt on her. She jumped up to go see herself in a mirror. The most expensive jewelry she owned was the six hundred dollar wedding set Garrett had bought her from the membership discount chain store. When she returned and sat back down both men were quick to notice that Kim didn't pull her dress back down, leaving he knees parted enough to almost show her panty clad pussy. The look on Garrett's face and the nod towards her open things expressed his disapproval. Kim gave him a defiant look and turned her attention back to Bob Schoor.
"Mr. Schoor, I couldn't take this from you. It's way to expensive."
