The first four years of our marriage were the best that I could have hoped for. In that time my husband got promoted twice, we had 2 beautiful children, and we moved into our dream home. I had always thought of myself as a pretty good wife; I took care of our children, cleaned, cooked, and did my wife duties. Although my husband had a decent sex drive, his idea of sex was quite dull. The most exciting thing that we had done was switch positions more than two times. I did not mind though, I loved him dearly and loved the fact that he was a good father and husband. Everything was great.. or so I thought. As the years dragged on the only thing that was declining was our sex life. Besides that, he was perfect in every other way, but I couldn't help but want more in the sex department. My husband had an average-sized penis, body, and personality. I had grown to accept these things about him and they didn't bother me, they were just things I noticed; that is until our neighbors moved in, Joe and Jessica.
As a stay-at-home mom, I have nothing but time on my hands, and I have used that time to perfect cooking and baking. I also took up yoga, karate, and the guitar. When I heard the news I was delighted, we got along well enough with the other couples in the neighborhood but we had never really hit it off. I was determined to become good friends with Jessica and hopeful that my husband got along well enough with Joe to ensure we could all get along. I baked a dozen blueberry cupcakes for our new neighbors about a week into their arrival, I wanted to give them some time to settle in before introducing myself. Now, my husband and I are well off, to say the least, and we live in a pretty nice neighborhood so imagine my surprise when a woman who looked no older than 20 opened the door.
"Hey.. Jessica, right?"
"Yes! Hi, you're..."
"Kelly," I smiled.
"Hi, I thought I'd bring you two some welcoming cupcakes."
I couldn't believe that such a young woman could afford to live here, as hard as I tried not to, I could not help but think she was a gold digger and just waited to see the man she reeled in with her charm. Well, if seeing her was a surprise, it was an even bigger one when I saw Joe.
"Well, aren't you just the sweetest neighbor. You're actually the first to come over, we were beginning to think there were no friendlies here. Joe! Honey! Come down and meet Kelly, she brought cupcakes!" She screamed out.
When I laid my eyes on him, I was stunned. He was maybe 25 if that. He had long combed back hair, blue-green eyes, a sharp jaw, scruff, about 6'0 at least, and he had a light tan. I couldn't believe both of these.. kids, had been able to afford this house in this neighborhood. "Maybe they won the lottery?" I thought to myself.
"Wow. These. These are amazing. Thank you so much, Kelly. Come on in, we're just figuring out where to put this old thing."
When I peaked in, I saw a huge grandfather clock that was in the middle of the living room. I still couldn't believe it. Mid-twenties, grandfather clocks, amazing house, great neighborhood, and MID-TWENTIES. It took my husband his complete twenties, and halfway into his thirties to secure his job and another decade to be moved up into the position he was in now, and this couple has all that we do in half the time.
"Oh no, thank you but I need to pick up my kids soon; maybe another time?"
"Absolutely," They both said in sync.
We said our goodbyes and I headed back home with a mind full of questions. It turns out he had made an app that quickly blew up, it was one even I had used. A simple messaging app for photos to put it simply. They didn't share the details of how much it was sold for but seeing how it got them to where they are now, it must have been in the hundreds of thousands at least. Over the next two years, we got to know each other a lot more, and despite our age differences, we got along extremely well. Joe and my husband, Chris, had similar careers so they hit it off and Jessica and I were practically the same person, personality-wise. Jessica had a slim body, ample breasts, a petite body, and blonde hair. I on the other hand was voluptuous. At 5'2 my 33C breasts complimented my big round ass and fair waist, and they paired well with my brown hair, hazel eyes, and cream skin. I had hated my ass for most of my twenties, it was a time when everyone wanted a slim girl and I was anything but that; now though, my body was what most men wanted and even at forty-two I still turned many heads wherever I went.
It wasn't long before Joe and Jessica had a baby together, it was less than a year after they moved in. That's when the stress started to get to both of them. Many times, either Joe or Jessica would come over for cookouts or get-togethers on their own with their son Michael. It was always an excuse, either the other was tired because of work, catching up on a project, or feeling ill; my husband and I knew better than to pry. It was around this time that I had caught Joe checking me out from time to time. Of course, I had caught him on occasion in the past, but that was normal for me, and I thought nothing of it. Now though, it was happening more and more often. They would regularly bring Michael to play with our son Jacob; they were both about the same age, close enough to be able to enjoy playing together. It was during these times that Joe would be watching me when he thought I wasn't watching. Whether that was when I had just finished yoga and was walking around in my yoga's or when we all went for a swim in the backyard; even when I was in my pajamas or slacks. Strangely enough, I didn't mind, I did at first, and even wanted to tell my husband about it but if I did things would surely change; I decided to keep that to myself and over the next year Joe kept at it, and I kept playing the clueless part, acting as if I didn't notice. It excited me, more than anything had in a long time. Many times after our pool get-togethers I would jump on my husband, he would have no clue why I was so heated up and ready; the poor man thought it was all for him. Little did he know it was because the young man next door was eyeing me up all night when his wife and my husband weren't looking.
While I rode Chris, I would be thinking of how Joe played it all so well. Earlier that day Michael and Jacob had been playing and one of them screamed out. He subtly let Jessica know that he wanted her to go check up on them and while my husband was busy looking for something on his computer that he was going to show Joe; he took the opportunity to look me up head to toe. I had my sunglasses on and had been sunbathing for quite a while without moving or saying anything so I'm sure he thought I had my eyes closed or was taking a quick nap. Chris was so clueless; he had no idea what Joe was doing and didn't even catch on that Joe didn't care about whatever it was he was showing him.
"Mhmm. Ohh nice. Perfect. Me too. Yeah, I agree." Were all things that Joe would say while he watched me. My favorite part that night was when we said goodnight to each other. As always we hugged goodbye and thanked each other for the fun evening. I was still in my bikini, it was nothing crazy, just a simple two-piece but I loved the attention I was getting from Joe. When we said goodbye and he hugged me I felt his hand tug on my waist and bring me in. I couldn't feel him so he must not have been hard but what if I had done some teasing.. what if I had done enough to make him hard? Would I have felt it? Would he have pressed it up against me? These thoughts were flooding my mind as I rode and moaned away on my husband's cock.
The next couple of months Joe seemed to be getting bolder, maybe that had to do with the fact that I had not said anything to his very subtle advances. Why would I though, he was only being friendly; it's what I would tell myself to make it all 'okay'. Every chance he got he would check me out or find an excuse to put his arms around me. Many times he needed to get past me and despite there being enough room he would get behind me and slide by; he was always the gentlemen and excused himself but it got to a point where we both knew what he was doing and we both said nothing and acted as if everything was normal. I would catch him looking and sometimes we would lock eyes before I would shyly look away. One night when Jessica and Chris were in the living room with the kids watching some PG movie; Sarah and Daniel were a bit older and preferred to stay in their rooms a lot of time so it was just my youngest, Jacob, and their son Michael. Joe came into the kitchen to see what I was up to.
"You know, I really can't stand watching that movie again. Jes and Michael have watched it at least five times."
"Only five? It was Sarah's favorite movie, which made it Daniel's favorite, and now it's Jacob's! I can write the script out by now!" I half-joked with him.
"Oh, you poor thing.. come here. Let me cleanse that beautiful head of yours," Joe said before walking over to me. He grabbed my head and gave it a little playful shake.
