My husband Jeremy and I live in a quiet midwestern suburban neighborhood. We moved here shortly after graduating college. Our newly built house was a little more than we could afford at the time, but we made it work and we are now living quite comfortably.
Jeremy and I met in college, he went on to become a CPA while I received my bachelor's in art history. After getting married I eventually gave up my ambitions to become a career woman to stay home and raise our two children. Now that they are teenagers and mostly self-sufficient I find myself taking up projects around the house.
It was originally my idea to just get a hot tub, but Jeremy wanted to have an inground pool and a separate pool house to go along with it. I fell in love with the idea and had so much fun working with the various general contractors and landscapers to make our dream backyard oasis come to life.
We've had quite a few parties over the last year and enjoy being the "fun house" where our kids and all their friends want to hang out. We regularly entertain various friends and neighbors, many of whom have open invitations to come over whenever they want.
I love hosting parties and don't mind one bit having a house full of people. My favorite is when all the horny boys would come over and tease my daughter about me being a "MILF". It felt good that after all these years I'm still sexually desirable to handsome young men. I would prance around the pool deck in my bikini and low-cut tops just to tease the boys.
My husband would also bring his golf buddies and coworkers for impromptu get-togethers around the pool or in the hot tub. We kept a fully stocked bar full of wine and bourbon. Oftentimes we would have friends over into the wee hours of the night when the kids were gone with their grandparents.
It wasn't uncommon for things to get a little out of hand when we drank too much. We definitely wouldn't be considered swingers, but we had our fair share of adventures. It was never planned, but it was always fun. There were even a few secret experiences with one of those eighteen-year-old boys.
Jeremy encouraged my naughty behavior. He loved it when I showed off my body. At his urging we would often end up naked in the pool or hot tub on those crazy nights. The craziest thing that happened was after a graduation party when I blew my daughter's boyfriend. The happy guy came all over my naked tits. It has been my darkest secret ever since.
The best thing about our house was that we had great neighbors and we all got along quite well. Our direct neighbors to the right of us were Henry and Sheila Moorecock. The happily married couple had been our neighbors since we bought the house. They lived right next door and had watched our kids grow into young adults.
They were the only black family that lived in our development, not that it mattered anyway. Henry was always very friendly and outgoing. While Sheila tended to be a little more shy and socially awkward. I learned not so long ago that they never had any children of their own due to a genetic condition that his wife had.
It was an extremely sad day when my husband and I attended his wife's funeral. Sheila was hit and killed by a drunk driver when she was out for her daily runs. It was completely unexpected and Henry was devastated. The whole neighborhood came together to help Henry get through the horrible tragedy that was thrust upon him.
Three years later Henry was in a better place and living his best life. Sheila had a very good life insurance policy that paid out several million dollars. Henry was able to successfully sue not only the driver but also the city for the hazardous road conditions where Sheila was killed. Henry was able to retire from being a firefighter and follow his passions.
Henry and I were friendly with each other, but there was always tension between us. I didn't understand why it seemed like he kept me at arm's length. I did my best to be friendly and didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
Like I said, Henry is a great guy and quite young at heart. For a man his age, he had a surprisingly fit and athletic body. He had been an amateur bodybuilder in his youth before entering the military. His years of working out regularly and hauling heavy equipment around during the day kept his body in peak physical condition. He and his wife were big health nuts, which consisted of eating healthy and exercising regularly.
Sheila was a good-looking light skinned black woman, very elegant and proper. She was a college track athlete and coached the women's college team for many years. I always wondered if her large bust was surgically enhanced. For such a small woman she had very big boobs and a thick ass. Jeremy made plenty of comments about her curvy body over the years.
I was just as impressed by Henry, both physically and emotionally. I had great admiration for the resilience that he showed. The "old man" as my husband often referred to him, was well into his sixties. He was more than twenty years older than us. I always felt like this partially explained why we weren't especially close despite being next-door neighbors for so many years.
When Sheila died Henry had a rough time at first. I don't think he left the house for a full six months after the funeral. They had been married for almost forty years. She was his whole world and they did everything together. In time he began to live his life and three years after her death Henry was a new man.
As time went by he began to get out and about again. I know that he had begun to date and socialize with women regularly. He usually attended the neighborhood Christmas parties and block parties solo. I was surprised when he showed up at my daughter's graduation party with a plus one. Henry assured us that they were just friends, but I could see the way his date looked at him like he was a piece of meat.
To be honest, I had developed a bit of a crush on the handsome guy. He was very good looking for an older man. The age difference between us meant nothing to me. Since I was a girl I had always been drawn to older men. That was probably because I had lost my father to a motorcycle accident when I was just twelve years old, but who knows?
My heart would flutter when I would see him running down the street with his shirt off or when he was working out in his garage lifting heavy weights. My schoolgirl crush became a bit of a running joke between Jeremy and me. He was secure enough in our relationship to not take my feelings too seriously
Henry exploited my obvious affection towards him and in turn was a terrible flirt, even when Sheila was alive. Jeremy used to joke with me that if he wasn't around Henry would be all over me. The two of us would often spend the night together on the dance floor at our neighborhood parties or sitting together having drinks. I loved the way he would touch and hold me.
After Sheila passed I tried to make myself more available for him. The night of my daughter's graduation party I found myself gravitating towards him as we spent the majority of the night chatting together. I could see the way Henry looked at my tits and ass in my bikini. It made me feel so good. He wasn't even trying to disguise his blatant gawking.
At one point during the party Henry and I were chatting alone in the kitchen when he put his big arm around me and rested his hand on my ass. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as we started dancing to the music that was playing in the background. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I could feel a gush of wetness seep out of my horny pussy.
I pushed my ass up against his crotch and couldn't help but moan quietly at the feeling of his cock pushed up against me. I'm not sure how far things might've gone right then because the back patio door opened and snapped us out of our little moment.
I couldn't stop thinking about his touch and how good it felt to be so close to him. I was like a love-struck teenager after that. I took every chance I had to touch him and feel his body against mine. By the end of the night after many of the partygoers had gone home I found myself alone with Henry as we sat together out by the fire pit.
