I thought what had happened between my neighbor Holly and I was going to be the end of my marriage at some point. My wife and I would see her with her kids playing in there yard as we passed by on the way home a good deal. There was always a wave but I had a fear that she would break down and tell either my wife or her husband thinking that she was doing the right thing. Time passed though with no further incidents or any great confessions so my fear eased and life went back to normal for me.
Six weeks after the handjob incident I was cleaning up around the house when there was a knock at the door. I went down stairs to see who was there but my daughter had beaten me to the door and said it was the neighbors. My heart damn near dropped out of my chest because when she said neighbors plural I expected Holly and her husband but instead was greeted by Holly and her kids.
"Sorry the girls were wondering if it would be alright if they played in your backyard for awhile. If you guys have stuff going on we can just do it another day." She said smiling at her children.
I thought about making up some elaborate lie but my head wasn't as sharp as it should have been so I stumbled out with, "Sure, we don't have anything planned."
I told my kids to take Holly's into the backyard and let them play in the playhouse or jump on the trampoline but watch them very closely so nobody gets hurt. I asked Holly if she wanted to watch the kids inside or if she was going to go outside with them. She said that inside was fine and when the door shut behind the last kid she began to speak about the elephant in the room.
"I can quit thinking about you," She said, "I lay in bed with my husband and think about making love to you. I think about doing things with you that I never even knew existed until you. I am confused and I don't know what to do."
I'm sure the look on my face told her I was shocked.
"I thought about telling someone, maybe someone at church but our religion isn't like the Catholics, confession doesn't always mean forgiveness. I could be excommunicated and divorced if the wrong person found out. The only one that I can trust to tell our secret to is Nicole from down the street."
I almost shit. It was bad enough that I had done something sexual with my neighbor but now she was going to tell another neighbor what had happened. I couldn't believe it. I thought the one thing that I had going for me in this deal was the fact that she would never say anything because of her shame and her religious background. Now another neighbor might know. Nicole lived down the street from Holly four houses down. Like holly she was also Mormon and married with three kids. If there was a difference between the two it was that Nicole was absolutely gorgeous. Holly was cute and athletic looking but not the kind of lady that got real "made up". Holly was a t-shirt and jeans girl and Nicole was fashionable, thin and outright hot. She would wear those come fuck me high heeled sandals with the straps going up to her calves while she watched her kids play at the park. She was the kind of girl you wish you would have meet before you got married.
"Listen, I would not suggest telling anyone not even Nicole about what happened. I can not imagine that she or anyone else for that matter is going to be real understanding of the situation. Lets just keep it between us and nothing has to happen ever again."
Holly had a troubled look in her eye, "the problem with that is I already told Nicole."
