My special thanks to
hkf999
for editing the story.
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I had a dilemma. I had two women. My wife, Sally, that I didn't want to hurt for anything in the world and a sexy nympho neighbor, that wouldn't take "no" for an answer.
But I know what your thinking. "Hey man, you've got it made. Two women and the wife doesn't know. You're the man!" Right? Wrong. But you have to know me and how I got here to understand. Then, you could at least be free to judge. For you see, cheating is a nasty business. You only cheat yourself. There are no winners.
You see, I really am not that kind of guy. I am a one woman man...honest. I never was a suave stud who could get girls on a whim. I saw plenty of those men around all my life and even envied their ability to attract the ladies, at times.
Rather, I have always been shy and introverted. I thanked God, as I found a woman to love me back, when I was in my twenties. She was just beautiful and sweet and we were soon married. We got along, so well. We decided no kids, early on and that was fine. Our life was simple, but good. Our sex was great, if not plain, and even though it was now down to only once a week or so, I was ok. Really. Today, that's probably the only thing that's kept me from sexual exhaustion, kidney failure or something. That, and a few extra pills to help from time to time. Hey, I'm not a machine.
Many times, what I should have done is fallen down on my knees and said, "Honey, I'm soooo sorry. Please forgive me! I'm screwing the young nympho, next door." I just couldn't work up the courage. I couldn't break her heart. Logic told me, "Do it now and end this. Maybe she will forgive you." That and maybe a million tears for a start. But, I didn't. I just couldn't.
Confused? You should be. It's a mess. I'll try to bring you up to date. Stay with me. This isn't easy. I will try to be as honest as I can.
Looking Back:
About four years ago or so, a woman moved into a house down the block. Well, close enough that I could see her house from mine. Her name was Candi Deetry. I thought she was about ten or fifteen years my junior, at the time. I couldn't nail her down on that. You know how women are.
Most of the married women in the neighborhood instantly had her on their, "She's just after my man," radar. Sally, my wife, agreed. Like most wives she would ask those uncomfortable questions. You know the ones, right? She'd ask, "Did you see her? She's pretty, isn't she? I'll bet you wish I looked like her." Questions designed to evoke an emotional response. Trust me, there's almost no good answer. You can't say, "Oh yes, baby" or the like. You could, I suppose say, "Honey, are you jealous?" That would not answer the question. Anyway, you think quick and say anything to satisfy her inquiry, enough to keep you from living on the sofa. Sally made her position very plain to me in her subtle way. Once she said something like, "I better not catch you mowing her grass either, Tom, honey!" I knew what she meant. That should have been the end of it.
The honest answer is "Candi is HOT!" She takes your breath away. She makes you feel like a lustful teenager. Your heart races and your manhood tries to but into your business. I never told Sally that.
Candi and I got along fine from the start. She worked at a business that was close by me and we often went to lunch together. I would pass right by her place of work as I walked to lunch.
Soon she was always waiting to walk with me. We would sit at the same table. She would laugh at my sorry jokes. She would straighten my tie. You would think we were married. Perhaps I should have stopped it then, but I couldn't. What would I tell her, "Look, my wife hates you and I can't see you anymore?" After all, she had only made me feel wonderful; and, I really didn't think there was a problem. Maybe that's just what I wanted to believe. Anyway, she would even talk about her boyfriends and ask my advice, while I would tell her about Sally. Yes, I felt safe; and, I enjoyed the lunches.
Ok! You guessed it. We kept getting closer. I should have stopped.
Sometimes she would want me to see a photo or something and she would sit right next to me. I would try to look quickly, but my gaze went right down her cleavage. Her perfume was no help either. Her soft, sweet, and very seductive voice nearly put me in a trance. I'm ashamed to say, my cock got hard for her more than once. I knew I shouldn't have put myself in that position. "That shouldn't happen," I thought, "I'm married." I tried to cover the erection, but never quickly enough. She'd just smile and look at me with those b-e-a-u-tiful eyes.
It got worse. You see, I always got home before my wife by about an hour or hour and a half. Candi started calling me in the afternoons. I had to erase the numbers for Sally's sake. Candi would say, "Tom, I'm having trouble with 'this' or 'that'. Could you please come look." And I did. I tried to look professional as I went to her house, but in hindsight, how do you do that? Neighbors are notoriously nosy.
By the way, I eventually found out that Candi was only seven years younger than me. Just thought you should know.
One day, not long after that, Sally came home early as I was coming back from Candi's.
"Just what the Hell do you think your doing with that whore, mister?" Her voice was loud and clear.
"Whore? Oh Candi. Well I was just trying to help her fix…"
"Your kidding, right?" She laughed condescendingly. "That whore's got every young man in the city to help her!" She was fuming. "Are you sleeping with her, Tom? Because if you are…" I was shaking my head no.
"No dear! No, she's just a neighbor. I'm too old for her. I would never do that!" Would I?
"Tom," she said trying to calm down. "Everybody in the neighborhood has seen you go there repeatedly. They think your having an affair! I had to come home early to see for myself."
"There's no affair. No! I'm sorry honey. I didn't realize. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. It wasn't that way at all!"
"It better not be." She looked at me for a while and asked, "Tom, do you love me? Am I attractive enough? Are you happy here with me?"
"Of course darling! You're my life. I LOVE YOU!" I was pleading. "You know that, right? Right, honey?"
The air was deathly quiet.
"We'll" She paused, looking at me, but not directly. "Then…Let's get dinner started."
She wasn't happy. I think she gave me the benefit of the doubt. If the situation was reversed, I don't know that I could have done the same. But then that's Sally. They just don't make them like her. She deserves better than me.
We started preparing dinner. While doing so, Sally wanted clarity. She seemed to be warming up to me a bit.
"How did you meet her, anyway? Candi, is it?"
"She works down the street from me and we sometimes bump into each other at lunch. She's got lots of boyfriend and boyfriend problems and talks a mile a minute." I was somewhat honest, but was trying to defuse the mess.
"Do you see her a lot?"
"No." I lied. "But she did start to tell me of her household problems and asked for my help. I tell you, I think her house is going to fall apart." I grinned.
She growled low. She wasn't amused.
"Don't you think her young studs should do that for her? Don't you have enough to do around here, huh?"
"You're right, dear." I kissed her on the cheek. "You're right."
We ate dinner. I wasn't off the hook, but I was still alive. I had lied and I'm not proud of it, but it seemed to satisfy her. The truth would have killed me and broken her heart. There is no way she would have believed I wasn't sleeping with her. This needed to be resolved, but how? I couldn't see it.
I stumbled over myself that night doing everything I could to reassure her. Later when I was watching TV, she walked up behind me and put a blanket and pillow on the sofa. She spoke with a deliberate pleading in her voice.
"Please, think about us tonight, Tom. I'm going to bed."
That was a restless night. I was afraid I was headed for serious trouble. It scared me; and, the next day I talked to Candi.
"Candi, uh…my wife…uh"
"Yes, sweety." She moved to sit beside me and gave me her very arousing attention.
"My wife was furious with me for going to your house in the afternoons. I don't know if we should still keep seeing each other… I mean at lunch and all." I was hoping she would see the situation and agree.
"WHAT?" She looked a little angry and thrown off balance.
"Nosy neighbors should mind their own business," she grumbled through her teeth.
She then looked back into my eyes and put her arms around my neck. I thought, "Hey, this is going better than I hoped."
"Well we can't have that, can we?" She continued and I warily smiled.
"No. I thought that if…"
"Here's what we'll do, honey."
Then she kissed me with a sensual and long, mind blowing kiss. I'm telling you, that kiss was a million dollar kiss. Clearly, she had crossed the line here. The line. The line? Well, somehow she made any line so blurry to me.
She sat there and told me how I could still get to her house, following a route from the behind our houses, and nobody would know. At least that's what she said, while emphasizing specific points with another kiss. In the end, I agreed.
"Yes, but can't your boyfriends do it?"
"No, silly. I don't think they know how."
She laughed and I joined her. I did love Sally.. honest , but Candi had become my drug and I was needing a fix more and more.
Things at home settled though; and, Sally and I were doing our thing. We went to dinners, movies, and spent quality family time. Our sex was just fine and I was as happy as I could be, for a man who effectively had two women. No sex with Candi, but still.. I felt pretty good about not going further with her. She's just a good friend, right? I mean, I knew something wasn't right and I didn't like sneaking around on Sally. More and more that feeling in my stomach was getting worse and it wasn't burnt casserole. It was guilt.
And before you ask, no, Sally was not dumb. You're saying, "But didn't she smell Candi's perfume on you?" Yeah, probably. But I work in an office filled with sweet smelling ladies. Well, at least enough of them. I usually come home with smells on me and Sally trusted me. She had no reason… well, she trusted me.
The Funeral:
More time passed and Candi's plan seemed to be working. Then, one day at lunch, I noticed that Candi was depressed. A relative of hers had passed away and she wanted me to go with her to the funeral. I tried to get out of it but she begged with tears, while holding me for dear life. I told her I'd see what I could do, but couldn't make any promises. My heart was broken for her. I did not like to see her that way. She was made for a smile.
When Sally got home, I helped her with dinner and chores. I tried to make things as pleasant as I could for her and she seemed grateful. But I couldn't get my mind off of Candi.
"Is something bothering you, dear?"
"Well...yeah. Someone at work died…and...I really feel like I should go support the family tomorrow."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Anyone I know?"
"No, honey. Just a close friend."
