This is a true story about me and my neighbour which happened about a year ago, the names have been changed but not much else.
Hi, my name is Bob. I am in my early fifties. I am married and have two kids, and my wife is four years younger than me. A little more on my wife; she is fat and uninterested in sex. She does not look after herself at all, no exercise to speak of. She won't even walk up to the shops, which are only five minutes away. They are just a few of the reasons I let this happen.
My job relocated about fifteen years ago, around fifty miles from London, so I thought it better to relocate my family instead of commuting.
Our new immediate next door neighbours were both older than me. Ron was sixty one, and Jean was sixty two. Jean was fair looking, had a nice smile and was very petite. Ron, on the other hand, was quite a big fella, almost a total mismatch to Jean, but not in the best of health. We, as neighbours, got on fairly well. We had been for drinks around to each other's homes and had been out for meals together on several occasions.
As I mentioned, Ron's health was a bit poorly, and one evening unknown to me till later, Ron had been taken into hospital, and Jean said he may be in for a couple of weeks. Jean didn't drive, so to go and visit Ron in hospital, she would need to take a bus or cab. I offered to take Jean in my car whenever she needed to go.
Let me fill you in on something that happened about three years ago around Christmas time. I do like a drink like most people on occasions, and this was an occasion (Christmas). My wife and I had been out at another neighbours place for a few drinks. My wife does not drink much and I was a bit merry but not as I did not know what I was doing.
My wife said to me, "I think we should be leaving now."
As it was around midnight and she had to go to work the next day. We both said 'bye to our friends and started walking back home just a few doors down. As we passed Ron and Jean's house I noticed the light in their kitchen window was on. Me being in the state I was, I thought I would just go and say hi to them. My wife said she was tired and going home, so I went on my own, up to the front door and rang the bell. Ron answered the door and asked me to come in. I said I was just passing and thought I'd say hi. I went in and Ron asked if I would like a drink which I declined, but we all three chatted for about twenty minutes.
I said, "I'll be off now, I'll see you in the morning."
Ron was a bit tipsy so did not get up. Jean saw me to the door. They have a small hallway so there are two doors, an inner door, and then a main door. Jean closed the first door so not to let the heat out, not completely but just ajar. Greetings between Jean and I are usually a kiss on the lips (just a quick peck), but this time I wanted it to last a bit longer. Jean was not having this, she just pushed me away lightly, saying, "'Bye, Bob."
I said, "Sorry, it must be the drink in me."
Jean replied, "Good night, Bob. I know you've had a few drinks."
This was never mentioned again.
Back to now, as I mentioned Ron was in hospital. Jean came round one evening and asked if I could take her to the hospital the next day. I said I'd be happy to. I was on my own as my wife and kids were visiting her mother back in London for a few days.
Next day I took Jean to the hospital and we both sat and chatted with Ron for a couple of hours. I thought I'd give Jean and Ron a few minutes by themselves, so I said 'bye to Ron, and said to Jean, "Jean, I'll see you in the coffee shop downstairs when you are ready."
Jean and I both were making small talk on the journey back home.
As I parked, Jean said, "Come round and I'll make you a cup of coffee, as a thank you for taking me to the hospital."
"No, it's okay, I've just had one at the hospital, and there's no need to thank me, Jean. It was nice to have seen Ron too," I replied.
To which Jean replied, "I'll not take no for an answer, come on, you can have something else."
I could only submit, and say, "Okay just for a few minutes then."
She poured out some wine for both of us and we sat and chatted. She sat to my left, sitting fairly close but not too close.
The talk got round to Ron and his health. Jean said that Ron really had not been too well for a number of years now, something like four. She also mentioned that they had not been intimate for just as long. I was not sure why she was mentioning this.
Then I tried to remember the last time I had sex. It wasn't four years, but, it was probably something like four months. I could not remember. Then the biggest surprise, as she said Ron was unable to make her happy as a woman because of his illness, she took my hand which she was already holding, and slowly placed it onto her thigh. She was wearing a skirt but no stockings. I was a bit taken aback and was unsure what to say or do.
She went on to say, "I remember you wanted to kiss me. Please, can you now."
I replied, "Are you sure, Jean? I was a bit drunk that day," then apologised almost immediately. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. I would like to have kissed you even if I were not drunk."
She then moved much closer, slowly moved towards me and kissed me. I was unsure, so just ended up as a peck.
Jean looked at me and said, "Kiss me like you wanted to that day." Then she put her lips onto mine. We both kissed very passionately, both our tongues darting in and out. I sucked Jean's tongue and she in turn sucked on mine. We were like this for what seemed like ages; our kiss was very wet, almost dripping as we both sucked each other. We were enjoying this like we were long lost lovers who had just met and not had sex for quite some time.
I was stroking Jean's thigh, and my hand was moving higher up with each movement. She did not seem to complain. In fact she put her hand on my growing bulge and stroked it softly. Then with some reluctance on my part, Jean broke off our passionate kiss, at which point I thought, oh well, that was nice.
She then said, "Let's go up, Bob."
"Jean, I hope we're not making a big mistake that we'll regret," I replied.
In a soft voice, Jean said, "I want this just as much as you do, I'm sure. It's been a long time."
We walked slowly towards the stairs. Jean led me by the hand upstairs into their bedroom where she started to take off her clothes. I took that as a sign for me to do the same.
Jean asked, "Do you wear boxers, Bob?"
I replied, "Yes," thinking, why is she asking me this!
Again in a very soft tone, Jean said, "Take off everything but your boxers."
Jean then said, "I knew today would be the day. I've been planning this for a few days now. And was hoping and wishing you would play along. And also, I've got a surprise for you, which I hope you'll like."
As if this all up to this point was not a surprise, I did not know what she was talking about.
I asked, "What sort of surprise?"
She said as she took off her knickers, "I haven't been hairless down here for many years, and was wondering if you don't think I'm too old... and you like what you see... could you please... lick my clit?"
Without hesitation, my reply came with a bit of a frog in my throat. "I... I'd... I... I'll do anything you want, Jean."
With that, Jean lay on the bed, brought up her knees and spread them.
