My name is Ted and my wife's was Tammy. We lived next door to the Carlsons for 21 years. The Carlsons lived in a big, old house on two lots. Dale was a mountain of a man, about 6' 5", burly, with long blond hair and a beard. He was a Vietnam vet on disability, with various ailments, including high blood pressure, diabetes, and agoraphobia. He was about 30. His wife Kathy, was five years younger, tall, with long, ash-blonde hair, a pretty oval face, long shapely legs, a womanly ass and B-cup tits. They had two daughters, whom I watched grow from prepubescence to fill bikinis, marry and move away.
Clearly, I had taken time to evaluate Kathy's attributes. In spring and summer, she wore shorts and a loose, sleeveless blouse for gardening. One day, I walked over to chat and ogle her. She squatted to weed, which made her shorts ride well up her white thighs. As she leaned over, her blouse fell away from her body, and her bra, which was loose enough to allow the play of her tits, gave me a nice view. When she realized how much she was exposing, she stood up breathlessly, and placed a hand on her chest.
I was ten years older than she, and although happily married, had reached the state in which I needed extra sexual stimulation, if only by fantasizing about my comely neighbor.
Dale and I were friendly. We both played chess, spent a lot of time on our computers, and looked at porn on the Internet. I visited him in his room upstairs. For years, he did not come outside. Marijuana enabled him to overcome his agoraphobia. Sometimes, we would talk in our yards. On one occasion, he complained that Kathy had become a grandma and no longer a wife.
I said, "She still is attractive!"
He replied, "Then you marry her!"
Being already married, I took this as a euphemism for "you fuck her."
One day, Dale ran away from home! He took their van and drove east, far east. I sympathized with Kathy via emails. She felt abandoned and no longer attractive. I fantasized about visiting her to prove her desirability by laying her. The vision of myself as a rejected would-be adulterer, however, quashed any attempt to realize my wish.
After several weeks, Dale returned. Kathy let herself decline into a fattening grandma. Now, neither of us desired her.
Several years later, Kathy called to say that Dale was dead! He had keeled over right in their bathroom.
Tammy and I attended the funeral.
About a year later, I inherited my dad's estate, and we were able to buy a much nicer house, only a few blocks away. Sometimes, I would ride my bike or walk the dog past our old house and see a hole in Kathy's roof grow bigger and bigger! I met her daughter and the daughter's husband in the supermarket and mentioned the big hole in the roof and that it would ruin her family home. She just replied that the has been there a long time. What a family!
My wife died. She was 5 years older than I. Kathy offered her condolences,
"It leaves a big hole!" she said.
Perhaps the hole in the roof now represented the hole in Kathy's life. I noted that she had lost weight.
Eventually, I saw a notice on her front door that the house was condemned. One morning, I walked the dog that way and found her sitting in an old car beside a big dumpster. I said hi; she said hi but returned her eyes to a magazine, as if embarrassed by her plight. I walked up to her.
"Where are you living now?"
"Anywhere I can!"
"I thought you might have moved in with one of your daughters."
"That's not possible!"
"A leaking roof is the ruination of a house! It's too bad the church couldn't help or someone didn't start a Go Fund Me."
"I tried and tried to get Dale to do something about the roof!"
Is your mortgage paid off?"
"No, I've re-financed, but I still owe $70,000 on it! I may declare bankruptcy."
"It worked for Trump, repeatedly!"
"Yes."
She had applied for financial aid, but her Social Security and Dale's military pension gave her too high an income. The house was beyond repair.
"I have a vacancy in my house and my bed."
"For a wife! My body has deteriorated a lot since you used to look at my legs and down my blouse! Take a look!"
She opened the car door and swung her legs out. They still looked good to me in shorts. As she got out, I glimpsed some nice cleavage. She had regained her figure, in a more voluptuous form. I was 71; at 61, Kathy looked pretty good to me.
"It's funny! When Dale left that time, I talked to him on by phone to ask him why. He told me I'd lost my sex appeal. I said that Ted still seemed to find me desirable. He said, 'Prove it! Then tell me all about it, and I'll come back to see him do it to you again and join in for a threesome! You'd be a much more exciting woman, if you put out to him and enjoyed it.' So, if you'd gone from flattering emails to knocking on my door, I would have let you in, and you might have had me. I was not going to seduce you into adultery, though."
"Would you like to come to supper tonight and see my yard and house?"
"And your etchings, in your bedroom?"
"You know me; I'm cautious, or I would have knocked on your door when Dale was gallivanting cross-country."
"Yes. 'Faint heart never won fair lady!'"
"You look pretty fair, so why not wear something sexy/"
"As an audition for that vacancy in your bed?"
I leered.
"I guess I'm flattered that you propose to wine me, dine me, and bed me. I thought I was long past that much attention. What should I wear?"
"Something short and low-cut."
"Uh-huh. This could be interesting, or a fiasco."
I took a shower and wore go-to-town shorts and a favorite short-sleeved shirt. Kathy was two or three inches taller than I, and without lifts, I'd need another method to take her down to my size. She arrived in a tight skirt, the hem of which was about 4" above her knees. She had released her long hair from the ponytail of this morning, which added some glamor. She wore a sleeveless peasant blouse with an elastic neckline low enough for her bra to lift forth some tantalizing cleavage.
"Kathy, I am impressed!"
"That I clean up this well?"
"No, that you made the effort to look so good!"
"You look pretty good, too. You have good legs for a man, muscular calves, and aren't fat."
"I always thought I had good legs, for a man, but you're the first woman to say so."
We had a glass of chardonnay while I finished cooking
"If this chicken stir-fry is representative, you're a good cook!"
"I did most of the cooking during our marriage, so that Tammy could relax from school and have time for preparation."
"I rarely drink wine, never two glasses, but this cold white is very refreshing on a warm day!"
"I agree. My favorite white is a chilled chardonnay. Have another glass!"
"It goes down easily, so maybe I will, to relax."
I hoped that the wine would make Kathy go down easily, too.
"I'm afraid that I'm not good at desserts. I usually just eat dark chocolate later. Perhaps we can regard the wine as dessert."
"Yes, it has enough calories to substitute as dessert!"
With supper finished, Kathy was halfway through her third glass of wine, and had relaxed considerably. She smiled more and there was a flush on her cheeks. She looked at me with amusement, as if curious how I would attempt to seduce her and daring me to try.
