Hi - me again
When I started this story, i had some thoughts about the premise and how it was going to progress. What I didnt have was any idea of the way it was going to end. I had a couple of thoughts but I wasnt certain. I let myself be led by the story itself as it developed. I know that this will displease some of you, and it may please others. If you dont like my ending, then please feel free to write your own, I certainly enjoy reading stories with multiple alternate endings.(GeorgeAndersons February Sucks is such a story with so many endings it provides lots of points of view.)
I have been trying to find an editor but those who have responded to my enquiries have all been too busy to help, so in place of that I have used spellcheck, and also grammerley to try and provide an error free and readable contribution.
On the subject of comments. I value any and all opinions. I will however delete any comments that are from anonymous users that are not constructive but just insulting. I will most likely not delete any comments by anyone who has the courage to put their name to them.You have a right to your opinion. Any comments in all caps will be deleted by default.
So without further ado here is my story.
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"So, Honey," Cheryl smiled at me uncertainly, "What do you think?"
There was a loaded question.
Cheryl and I had been married for the last 5 years. We were neither of us virgins when we met. I had been working in an electronics store doing board-level repair and she was working down the street as a secretary in a furniture business when we met at the coffee cart on the street on the way to work.
We had started simply by meeting at the coffee cart on several occasions, and as often as not chatting as we were waiting for our coffees. She had to get coffee for her bosses, and I usually picked it up for myself and the three other techs that worked with me as the cart was on my way to work. Usefully I had a small one-bed apartment about 5 blocks from the store I worked in so I walked to work.
I would like to say that she was superstar beautiful, with a model physique but that would be a lie. She was pretty in a girl next door sort of way. She was about 5ft 6 tall and slim with small breasts and a tight little butt. It was not her looks that initially attracted me to her but her sense of humour and the fact that she had a ready answer to the pickup lines she sometimes encountered while waiting for coffee. I often winced at some of the burns she inflicted when an ill-advised pick-up line came her way.
After about a month of these chance meetings I decided to see if I could succeed where others had failed and braced myself for her wrath, I asked her if she fancied a date. I was pleasantly surprised not only not to be roasted and even more surprised that she accepted.
A year later we were married in a small ceremony.
I described Cheryl but not me. Well -- here's me. My name is Alan Griffin and at the time of marriage, I was 26 and had all my own hair and teeth. I was about 5ft 10 in height and in reasonably good shape. I ran a couple of miles each morning and worked out in the gym once a week.
After we married, the owner of the business I was working in wanted to retire and following some lengthy discussions with Cheryl and my boss, I decided that I would take out a business loan and take over the business. We had three years of stress where I was working 100+ hours a week to make enough money to both pay off the business loan and pay our living expenses but we had come out the other side stronger and happier for it. Cheryl had left her job at the furniture store and was now working full time in my business doing clerical work and doing the billing and accounts. I still employed the three other techs that had worked with me initially but had expanded our workforce with another two technicians and the business was doing well.
Looking back, I almost regret that we did so well as we may not have been in the position, we were now had we not had the money to buy the house we had moved into 8 months ago, in a small 4 property gated community about an hour's drive from my shop.
At the time though I couldn't think of anything that would have made my life more perfect. I was married to the love of my life, my soulmate, the future mother of my children, and the most perfect woman I could have ever imagined. My sex life was fantastic. Cheryl was probably not the most adventurous in the bedroom but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm and frequency. She was not a huge fan of blowjobs but loved me to go down on her. Anal, however, was out. She had tried it once with one of her previous boyfriends and had instantly concluded that that particular route was an exit only. My business was thriving, and I was even considering employing another tech, we were starting to amass savings and we had moved into a beautiful 4-bedroom property with a huge garden and pool. I was living the dream.
We were due to move into our new property on a Saturday morning, and so the previous Saturday, I had visited the three other properties in the community to introduce myself and to warn them that we would be moving in that Saturday and to apologize for any noise or disruption our move would cause them. Cheryl declined to accompany me, choosing instead to go shopping for last-minute items we would need for the new house.
At the first house, I met Bob and Sheila Strickland. Bob was a quantity surveyor with the county and Sheila was a stay-at-home Mom. They were older than us, probably in their mid-forties. Bob was short, about 5ft 5, and stocky but not fat. He told me that he ran and when I said that I also did a couple of miles each morning said he would be happy to show me his morning route, which was longer than mine at about 5 miles, but I could adapt if I didn't want to run that far. Sheila was taller than Bob and much more Rubenesque in stature. She had large breasts which defied gravity and didn't seem to move when she did. She had a little bit of a paunch and muffin top but wide hips and a round and firm rear that I am sure many men would have been happy to lose themselves in. They had twin girls Jessica and Sophie who were 10 years old with red hair and freckles. Since neither of the parents was a redhead, I did wonder at their coloration, but it was none of my business.
Bob and Sheila were happy to meet me and said that the disruption would be no problem.
Dave and Tracey Heron were in the house next door to us, and they were delighted to see that we were moving in. They told me they had moved in about 18 months previously and found a real community spirit in their neighbours. Like us, they were in their early thirties. Dave was a large man, easily 6ft 4 tall, and built like a barn. He was in construction, and like me, owned his own business. Tracey worked in a local car dealership as a finance officer. She was also tall, topping me by at least an inch, and had mid-brown shoulder-length hair. She had a runner's physique with small breasts and hips and since she was wearing lycra shorts and a cut-off top, I could easily see that she had not an ounce of extra fat on her. Dave told me that he had done some work on my house for the previous occupants, had built the deck, and done various odd jobs and would be happy to give me preferential rates on any work I needed. In return, I offered to do any electronic repairs he might need again at discounted rates.
I was less enamoured with our final neighbour, who lived in the largest house on the street, at the end of the cul-de-sac.
He introduced himself as Jeremy. He was around the same height as me and I guessed his age to be in the mid to late fifties. He had grey hair with some residual streaks of red and he told me that he was a tax accountant. I had a strong desire to wash my hands after we shook hands. His wife, however, was a very pleasant lady. Beth seemed younger and I immediately thought of her as a trophy wife. She was probably 10 years Jeremy's junior. She looked to be the product of a lot of spa days, tanning salons, gym work, and probably a little plastic surgery. She was just over 5ft tall but had larger breasts which had to be false as they looked kind of out of place on her otherwise petite frame. Her most outstanding feature however was her eyes which were a very light but intense blue colour which I suspected might be contacts. She had a warm smile though and held my hand in both of hers as she welcomed me. "Jeremy and I are the longest-standing residents." She told me "We moved in as they built this community and before the rest of the houses were built."
"We are very close with Dave, Tracy, Bob, Sheila, and the girls." she continued "We almost consider them family. I'm hoping that we can be friends too."
"What about the people that had the house before us?" I asked. "I never got to meet them. What were they like?"
"Gerald and Stephanie." Interjected Jeremy "They were good people. Gerald was in the forces and spent most of the time they lived here on deployment. Poor Stephanie was all alone for pretty much all the time they had in the house. Sadly, as sometimes happens, their marriage didn't survive the separation. I heard that she had an affair with someone she worked with. They sold the house when they divorced."
The move-in was uneventful and each of our new neighbours came over to introduce themselves to Cheryl and bring us something. Between them, they had cooked up a meal. Dave had smoked brisket and Sheila had put together a salad to go with it. Beth brought dessert. I kind of felt obliged to ask them to stay and eat with us but they each declined, saying that we were too busy to entertain, and they just wanted to give us some time to settle in.
