Authors Note:
This fictional story includes nonconsensual sex between adults, including a main character who has taken advantage of a situation, appearing to be something he isn't. If you do not want to read stories like this, please look elsewhere.
Life is fucking crazy, Stan thought, sitting at his computer, looking at the pictures and trying to understand how profoundly his life had changed over the last six months. Well, not just his life but that of his wife and her circle of friends.
Six months earlier.
Although his career had taken off, he spent 60-plus hours a week at a company that doesn't seem to care that it is burning out people. He often worked late hours and weekends and did a lot of traveling between the company offices.
On the other hand, his wife, Jen, spent most of her days repeating what she did yesterday. She is often discouraged that her efforts don't seem to change anything and often wonders if anyone there would even notice if she went missing.
Jen often lamented how it was one of the downsides of working for one of the largest companies on the planet. Recently she was offered the ability to telework, which she accepted, hoping it would fit better with Stan's travel allowing her to go with him.
The change in her position seemed like a perfect time to move closer to where Stan worked. They had been talking about selling their house ever since their youngest child, Becky, left for college.
There was just too much space, and Stan didn't have time to keep up on the maintenance. They put the house up for sale, and three months later, they were moving into a 3-bedroom apartment on the north side of town. It was a friendly complex with eight large units in each building, and the best part was Stan didn't have to do any of the maintenance.
It took two full days to load the moving truck and clean the old place up. It was late on Friday afternoon as Stan and Jen walked out the front door. Taking one last look, they locked the door for the last time.
"Are you going to be ok leaving for the last time?" Stan asked as they climbed into the car.
"It doesn't seem real," Jen said, looking back at the house as they left the driveway.
"We have spent the last 16 years here. I hope the new owners make good memories like we have".
The moving company told them they would have everything at the new house on Monday morning, which left them with a couple of options for the weekend. They had argued over where to spend the weekend for the last couple of days.
Stan wanted to get a nice hotel and enjoy some downtime. Jen wanted to rough it in the new place. Ultimately, they decided to stay at the new home, stopped by a department store to grab some things, including an air mattress, and headed to the new house.
"This is so exciting," Jen told Stan giggling like a teenager.
Stan sighed. He had given in to Jen because selling the house and moving seemed to have made her a little depressed, and he had hoped it would cheer her up.
"Sleeping on the floor in an empty house is not exciting, Jen," Stan told her, trying his best parental face.
"Oh, lighten up, Stan. You have tried for years to get me to go camping. Think of this like camping but without the bugs or animals and indoor plumbing," Jen said, not losing her enthusiasm.
"Only you would look at it that way," he told her, letting a grin slip onto his face.
They pulled into the apartment complex and parked close to the building. Jen grabbed some bags and the keys and started up the walkway.
Glancing over her shoulder at Stan, "I will let you carry the heavy stuff since I am on vacation," she said with a smirk.
Stan watched her ass as she walked until she entered the building, thinking how lucky he was. Even after two kids, she still had a stunning figure. At 5'7", Jen had a slim figure with long legs and a tight round ass. Her breasts were still firm and huge on her small frame.
Shaking his head, he grabbed the heaver bags and the air mattress and followed Jen into the building. He walked down the short hall before turning down an intersecting hallway. As he took the turn, he found Jen standing before their door, talking to an older woman and a young man.
The woman looked at least ten years older than Jen and was a little more plump than Stan cared for. Her dark hair had a few streaks of silver in it but looked nice against her mahogany complexion. The young man standing behind her was in his early twenties with short dark hair.
"It's so nice that someone is finally living in the Armstead place," the older woman told Jen as Stan walked up.
The young man stood a little behind the woman talking to Jen and looked out of place, shifting back and forth on his feet. The woman noticed Stan approaching, and her expression changed slightly, becoming less warm and inviting.
Jen noticed the change and looked back to see what might have caused it. Reaching out with her free hand, she pulled her husband close.
"Stan, this is Camila and her son Donald. They live down the hall from us. Camila, Donald, this is my husband, Stan."
"Hello to you both," Stan said, sitting down the boxes he was carrying and extending his hand for Camila to shake.
Camila's expression changed back to a smile. "I'm not shaking your hand, silly. We're neighbors," she said as she brushed aside Stan's hand and hugged him.
Stan glanced at Jen and lifted his eyebrows, causing her to grin.
Camila released Stan and pushed her son forward.
"Donald, where are your manners, son? Say hi to our new neighbors."
Like his mother, Donald ignored Stan's hand and wrapped him in a bear hug crushing the air out of him. Stan patted Donald on the back and was relieved when he finally let him go.
"Hello, mister," he said shyly before stepping between the couple to grab Jen, repeating the same greeting he had just given Stan.
Jen squealed as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the floor, pulling her close to his massive frame. Jen found herself tight against his massive chest, with her arms trapped at her sides and unable to move. As the hug continued, Donald kept one hand in the middle of her back, forcing her breasts into him while his other hand slowly slid down her back until he was cupping her ass.
What the fuck
, Jen thought as she tried to move away from him.
His grip on her ass tightened almost to the point of pain as she struggled. Sensing that she could not get free and not wanting to cause a scene, Jen relaxed a little, hoping it would be over soon.
As he held her against himself, Jen felt a bulge growing against her leg.
Oh my God
, she thought.
The fucking creep was getting off on this.
"Now, Donald, let the nice woman free," Camila told Donald.
"You don't want to scare her off, do you?" she asked her son, playfully swatting him on the back.
When it appeared that Donald would not listen to his mother, Jen opened her mouth to tell him off when he let her go suddenly. She stumbled backward a little and almost fell over the bags she had dropped when Donald picked her up. Donald grabbed her arm to steady her, placing her hand on his pants over his cock.
Jen's eyes got big as she realized where her hand was. He let her snatch her hand back and smiled at her.
Stan noticed that Jen looked slightly panicked as she stepped further away from Donald. He glanced at Camila, raising an eyebrow.
"You smell nice," he said before turning to his mother. "Can I go play mommy? Please, mommy."
"Sure, go find something on TV to watch while I talk to the nice people," Camila told him before she stepped close to Jen and put her hand on Jen's arm.
"Please forgive him, dear. He was hit by a car riding his bike when he was ten. His body recovered, but his mind hasn't been the same since then. He developed slower than the other kids and didn't understand things like he should for his age."
"Poor Dear," Jen said, her anger evaporating as she watched Donald's receding down the hall.
Jen looked at Camila.
"It's ok, he didn't hurt me." She knelt to pick up the bags she had dropped when Donald grabbed her.
"I see you have things to carry in, and I don't want to keep you. It was nice to meet you both," Camila said, smiling again before turning and following Donald home.
As she walked away, Stan looked at Jen and gave her a weak smile. She grinned back and entered the apartment, leaving him standing in the hall. He glanced back at Camila before following Jen through the door into the apartment.
"She seems friendly, but he seems to have issues," Stan told Jen after he closed the door to the apartment.
"I think it's sad what happened to him," Jen said as she began putting away the things they got at the store.
"The whole thing must have been hard on his mother."
"I guess," Stan said. He took the mattress into the bedroom to set it up. After a few trips from the car to the apartment later, Stan had set up a pair of lawn chairs in the living room and a small tv.
"Just like camping," Stan joked after he got everything hooked up.
They worked around the apartment doing what they could before ordering Chinese takeout for dinner. After dinner, they went onto the balcony to enjoy the warm spring night.
"You've been kind of quiet tonight," Stan said after a while when the silence became awkward.
"Just thinking about the new neighbors," Jen vaguely replied as she turned towards Stan and smiled at him.
Ever since it had happened, she had been thinking about how Donald had manhandled her in the hallway and how it had not phased him to do it in front of her husband and his mother. How helpless she felt and a little afraid at how turned on by the encounter she was. The lack of control she experienced and the sheer nerve of him forcing her hand onto his cock.
"I'm sure they are nice people. Maybe after we get settled, we can invite them over for dinner," Stan said, wrapping his arms around his wife.
"That sounds nice," Jen said, putting her head on his shoulder for a few minutes before pushing him away.
"Let's go to bed," she said, winking at him. They walked back into the house and went to the bedroom.
Stan got into bed while Jen was in the bathroom, getting ready. By the time she was finished, she found that Stan had fallen asleep.
Selfish Ass,
she thought as she quietly got into bed to avoid waking him. Of all nights to go to sleep, it had to be on a night when she was horny.
