This is a multi part story. I do not know how many parts yet, all I know is that if they are enjoyed, then I will keep writing them. Also keep in mind this is all fake. If you do not like the type of stories where husbands and wives cheat or swing please do not read any further and please do not leave any lame comments about how I am a weak person for thinking these things.
It was the start to a very warm summer in Phoenix. It was only June and we had already seen more days over 100 degrees than I ever remembered having. I lived in an upscale neighborhood and had been there for over a decade. My house was at the end of the cul'de sac and was the largest on in the neighborhood. I worked in the real estate investment field, purchasing real estate and packaging it all together and sold shares to private investors and had made a very comfortable living off of it.
I met my wife when I was looking for a personal secretary. She was the first to apply and the last I interviewed. She was a looker and thats all I needed in a wife. I knew she was not into the relationship only because she loved me. I knew she was okay with all the money I brought in. It was a marriage of convenience. I needed someone to attend all my work functions with me, and she needed a stable lifestyle.
I can't say that I didn't enjoy the sex though. Man she was a cougar in the sack. She would do pretty much anything I asked her to do. If I needed a blow job, she would gladly drop what she was doing and come over to suck my cock. In fact, I had used her a few times to blow some of my biggest investors. I knew that she was messing around with guys anyway, so why not use it to my advantage.
Years after we got married, my wife and I moved into our current house. It was huge. There was the biggest swimming pool you have ever seen, along with a view to die for. We enjoyed the neighbors, but it seemed they would come and go and we wouldn't exactly get to know them. With the exception of the Potter family. They moved in right before my wife and I did. They had two kids. The two girls were Jenna, 8, and Amber 3.
The mother, Stacey, was very nice. She was modest person. She always wore a one piece bathing suite anytime they came over to swim. I always had the feeling that she wasn't confident in her figure. I had seen pictures of her before kids and she looked phenomenal.
The father, Brad, was a huge asshole. He treated Stacey and the kids like his own assistant. It was irritating at times and provided a lot of awkward moments with us. I also knew that he was never faithful to Stacey. There were many tell tale signs of his infidelity.
One was that I saw my wife and Brad fucking in our pool. I was supposed to be out to dinner with an investor, but he ended up going to a ball game. So I headed back home and pulled into the garage, walked upstairs to change. When I glanced out the window into the pool, I saw my wife standing at the edge of the pool with her tits bouncing back and forth while Brad was behind her slamming his tiny dick in and out of her. I watched for a few minutes, how could I not? My wife in the throes of passion is enough to turn any queer straight.
Anyway, the second sign that told me Brad was a cheater was I was up late one night, and was sitting on my front porch when I saw a large, big breasted woman sprint half naked out of the Potters house and jump into a car zooming away as fast as possible when just a few seconds later Stacey pulls into view. It was easy to figure out what had happened there.
Throughout the years of living next to the Potters, we eventually got to know their kids very well. They would help us do yard work around the house or help me with small business projects such as stuffing envelopes. Both my wife and I grew very fond of the two girls. When Jenna got older, she began to blossom into a very stunning young lady. It seemed almost every weekend she would have a new guy at her house taking her on dates.
Brad never seemed to care about what was happening with his daughter. Eventually, Jenna would come over to our house and vent to us about her life. Whether it be her parents, school, boys or any other type of events, she always knew we would listen.
After Jenna graduated from high school, she chose to go to the University of Colorado. We spent a little time with her before she left, throwing her going away party in our backyard. She had all of her friends over and it made for a very interesting night. Having half naked 18 year olds running around was a sight for me to see. I also noticed how many of the young men were checking out my wife. I wondered if any would be lucky enough to see what little she left up to their imagination.
Jenna headed to college and we hardly heard from her with the occasional email letting us know of her most recent accomplishments. When she was able to come back home for the holidays, I always seemed to be out of town or unavailable.
One May morning, I was up watching the news and heard a knocking at the door. It was Jenna. But it was not the Jenna I remembered. I had always thought of her as the kid next door. But now, she was a fox. Her breasts must have grown two full cups while she was away. And their was no sign of the freshman 15! She looked great!
