Later that same day I knocked on my neighbors' door, clutching a bottle of wine and some freshly purchased flowers. It was early evening and I had come round to visit Debbie as we had agreed earlier, but I wondered what was in store for tonight. I understandably felt like a fraud considering my recent affairs with Debbie's eighteen year old daughter. It was especially awkward because it was only this morning that I had been enthusiastically sucked off by Debbie's beautiful and sexy daughter. And that was why I was feeling apprehensive about visiting my neighbor for dinner.
My worrying was interrupted when Debbie answered my knock and let me in. Clearly she had gone to a lot of trouble to make herself look good and it has worked: she looked gorgeous. Debbie was naturally good looking anyway, her daughter Cindy inherited her luxurious blonde hair and blue eyes from her mother, and she was wearing some subtle makeup and had dressed to arouse.
She was wearing a low cut dress that hugged her curvy body and accentuated her silhouette, and the dress stopped above the knees to reveal long, stocking covered legs. I wished I had spent some more time dressing up for tonight, but I was reasonably presentable and at least I had put on a clean shirt.
I had a fleeting worry that Debbie was going to seduce me while her husband, David, was away, and I knew it would get too complicated to start an affair with Debbie. She was married, I was already fucking her daughter and there was no way I could keep it secret from each other. A shame because, if she had been single, I would have been eager to bed her. However not in these circumstances.
"Hello Chris, glad you could come," she welcomed me, and we exchanged pleasantries as she invited me in.
I took the drink she offered me and I stood awkwardly in her very organized kitchen trying to have a normal conversation with her while she finished off the meal. I remembered that Cindy was going to be out with friends this evening and so at least I wouldn't have to deal with both Debbie and her daughter together.
Debbie had laid the table for the two of us in the adjoining dining room and I helped her to carry our delicious smelling meals into the room. It looked like she had gone to some trouble with fine bone china plates, sparkling wine glasses, a chilled bottle of wine and even a pair of candles in center of the table.
"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," I said as I gestured to the table.
"You deserve it, Chris, for all that you have done for Cindy."
That comment made me hesitate as I went to sit down. How much did Debbie know about what I had been doing for Cindy. Did she know I had been sleeping with her daughter? Perhaps Cindy and I didn't need to keep it a secret. It wasn't as if I was doing anything wrong: we were both single.
"I'm glad I could help," I replied, hopefully ambiguously.
Debbie continued while we both sat down: "Yes. She said you offered her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling so low."
Gentleman? More like a dirty old man.
Debbie went on: "David and I are very grateful for what you did for her. We think she was worried about being pressurized by her peers to, you know, sleep with a man and she has been brought up to resist that temptation."
Surprised I blurted out, "Surely there is nothing wrong with sleeping with the right man! She is eighteen."
"Oh no, not Cindy. David has been very clear that she is to stay a virgin until she marries. Cindy knows not to disobey my husband or she would be in severe trouble."
Suddenly I was getting even more worried than before. I attempted to defend myself, even if Debbie didn't know about my time with Cindy:
"Surely brides don't have to be virgins these days? Life has moved on, you know."
"Don't let my husband hear you say that, Chris! Anyway, I saved myself until we married and it never did me any harm." Debbie said it loudly and a bit too earnestly as if trying to convince herself and not just me. I wondered about Debbie's upbringing and her own needs.
"Anyway," she carried on, "it is nice to have good company while David and Cindy are not around. A glass of wine?"
She poured us both some wine and we started eating the simple but surprisingly tasty meal. Gradually we both seemed to relax and, sitting with the gorgeous Debbie lit by the flickering candles, it seemed like there was a mutual attraction growing as we chatted. She laughed at my jokes and in return I complimented her on her cooking, house and even choice of clothes.
Soon she was openly flirting and I realized this could turn out difficult if I wasn't careful. I was already screwing her daughter and it would be too complicated if anything happened with Debbie too. And of course she was married, although judging by some comments she made about her husband it seemed like not everything in marital life was going smoothly.
Debbie was knocking back the wine throughout the meal but I drank slowly, taking occasional top ups of my glass but making sure I didn't imbibe too much. I knew that if I got too drunk I wouldn't be able to resist Debbie's increasingly obvious advances and I didn't want my cock to do the talking. My goal now was to get through the meal and make my excuses to leave early.
I wasn't entirely sure why I was resisting Debbie - it is not in my nature to turn down any opportunity for sex - but I had to keep my mind focused on her daughter and how I would lose any chance to take her young body again. I noticed that the increasing amount of wine was affecting my morals because I had already dismissed the thought of turning Debbie down just because she was married.
Paying attention to the conversation again, I realized I had a agreed to have a cup of coffee after the meal while I was having this internal moral argument.
When Debbie stood up to go and get the coffee I couldn't help but notice how her tight dress showed off her beautiful curves and how cute her ass was as I watched her walk. I helped to clear the dirty dishes off the table and took them into the kitchen where Debbie was preparing coffee so I could have another look at her gorgeous figure.
She insisted that we didn't bother with the washing up, despite my offer to help, and we walked through to the living room with our coffees. She was a little unsteady on her feet presumably from the amount of wine she had been drinking all evening.
We sat on the couch and I arranged myself so that I wasn't too close but I couldn't help but notice that Debbie's dress rode up her thighs to show off more of her lovely long legs. It was strange that here I was with a beautiful woman, clearly wanting me to take things further, and yet I was the one trying to resist. I started to wonder why I was trying to resist. Debbie wasn't the only one who had drunk too much wine.
Perhaps I should let the evening take its natural course and finish off with sleeping with her?
As we sat on the couch chatting, I glanced over at her and saw in her blue eyes a mixture of emotions. Perhaps it was the drink but I thought there was a mixture of desire and sadness, as if she wanted me but at the same time wasn't sure. Should I encourage her? My cock clearly thought I should.
"Can I ask you something personal?" Debbie said softly, averting her eyes and clenching her hands in her lap.
"Sure," I replied.
"Do you ever get lonely on your own?" And without giving me time to answer she continued "I sometimes feel lonely even being married and having a daughter. Cindy is often out these days with her friends, and David is often working late or even away on business like this weekend."
I could see Debbie trying to fight back some tears while she continued to look down at her hands clenched I'm her lap. Well, here was my opportunity, but it still didn't seem right.
"Umm, sometimes it can be quiet, but I have a lot of friends," I struggled to answer her question neutrally, "and I have a great neighbor," I ended, and found myself leaning over and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Debbie looked up at me when I touched her and could see here whole face brighten with a gorgeous smile. It was as if she had suddenly made the decision to be happy whatever the cost probably prompted by my innocent touch, which is not what I had intended. The suggestion of tears had vanished from her eyes and the look on her beautiful face was of longing. She brushed some strands of blond hair away from her face in a gesture which I found subtlety arousing.
"Thanks Chris," still speaking softly but without a hint of sadness now, "you are a good neighbor too. I'm lucky to have a friendly, helpful and attractive man next door. I wish we had got to know each other better before now. All that wasted time."
This was getting out of hand now and it was clear Debbie desired me. It was probably a combination of her feeling lonely with her husband away, emphasized by too much wine driving her feelings and actions. My body was responding to her sexy body and her desire for me as I felt a twitch from my cock, aroused by the voluptuous figure inside her tight dress. The dress outlined the soft curves of her breasts and the wide curves of her hips as she sat turned towards me. My cock began to grow despite my mind not convinced this was the right action.
I had to find a way out of this dilemma and I glanced at my watch before saying "Sorry Debbie, I have an early start tomorrow and I ought to be leaving soon."
Debbie looked at me and hesitated before saying "That's too bad considering how well the evening is going."
She stood up and suggestively smoothed down her dress, running her hands down her curves, and turned to me "How about ending with a dance?"
I stood, momentarily taken aback at the suggestion, but I decided it was harmless and I could resist her especially as I had made up my mind to leave soon.
I hadn't really noticed the music that had been playing because I had been too busy working out how to respond to Debbie's advances. A slow song was playing, and despite the unusual request, I nodded and opened my arms.
