This is my first story ever. It is a work of fantasy, and all erotic participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times. I hope that it appeals. Positive and constructive feedback is very welcome, thank you!
I am Mary, a 36 year old mother of two, married with Tom, my husband whom I have known since high-school and married immediately after college. We live in a suburb of the city in an almost-finished patio bungalow, which Tom was building for us all by himself, since about about 19 months ago. Rory and Emma, our children of 12 and 14 years old liked the house very much.
Tom was going through a rough patch and lost his job 2 years before. We did not need the money, but it would have been welcome, nothing more, nothing less. My salary was enough for use to live, and even save some money.
After a long time of unsuccessful job applications he decided it was time to talk to me and discuss the future. He explained he was quite depressed about our situation, or his, and that he could not get a job and provide for us. He said he know that I have always had a longing about living in a bungalow, as a future aspiration, but this would not be happening any time soon. We had a loooong talk that day. Somewhere along the talk he came up with an idea to build the bungalow himself, instead of finding a contractor. Regardless of his job hunting skills, Tom was very good with his hands (yes also in the sack, but that is not what I mean), and he had lots of perseverance. It could be a solution that allowed us to still chase my dream with the money that we had saved. Maybe it became a bit smaller than he wanted, but it will definitely do.
After months of designing an planning, we moved into a small temporary house in the area so the bungalow could be built on the plot of our current house. Looking back, where we are now I was very happy with the result. Even if not finished, once we moved back recently and I could start decorating, it really started feeling like a home, contrary to the temporary house. And Tom kept on raving about he singlehandedly built a new house, learning a few skills during the process. His mood had drastically changed, and he was even considering putting his newfound skills into becoming a contractor, with his newfound confidence.
The day we moved back in we were greeted by our new neighbor Adam, married to Jane, and father to two 19 and 21 year old gorgeous blonde daughters Lea and Lane, even if I said so myself. I was kind of on the lookout for these two, as Tom had been talking about their daughters before more than once in a seemingly uninterested way, but a bit too often to be coincidence. While moving in our stuff Adam, Lea and Lane offered to help and I could see Tom him stealing an occasional glance, full understanding why.
They were seemingly oblivious to the attention they were getting but after half an hour of carrying boxes into the house, they had shed their blouses and were dressed only in sneakers, tight shorts and a shape-hugging tank top. Even I thought the ladies were hot.
I could not really blame Tom. We were married for a long time, we have a good relationship, and although we tried experimentation like involving or seeing someone else when we were still dating, both chickened out as we felt it was not for us and never really followed through. We never considered seeing others after those days. We were confident with each other not being cheaters either. That does not mean we both cannot appreciate beautiful people.
It was only after a little while that I noticed that Adam was eying me over once in a while, especially paying attention when I bent down to pick up or drop a box. I had been too entertained with the sight of Tom amusing himself that I had not noticed until now.
"Careful." Adam's warm voice sounded, steadying me with his hand on the side of my thigh when I fell slightly off balance.
"Thanks". A strange warm but excited feeling crept into my stomach ever so briefly, but it quickly subsided carrying the next box inside so I did not really pay attention.
After about an hour and a half of the walking back and forth with the boxes I decided it would be good for us all to take a break. I went inside, made coffee, tea and sandwiches for everyone and called them in.
It was almost funny to see how Tom kept glancing at the girls, and Adam at me. Both tried to hide it, but now that I had noticed, I could not un-notice. I smiled coyly when I turned away from Adam, trying to hide it from Tom, but I think both noticed how I became slightly uneasy. Tom did not mention it, but I was sure he was amused judging from his knowing smile a few seconds later.
During the rest of the afternoon I realized that Adam was definitely not hard to look at. And the ease with which he lifted the heavy stuff indicated he might work out. He must be around 50-55 years old, judging from his looks. His skin a bit dark, probably Hispanic roots, hairy arms and a whiff of hair poking from the neckline of his t-shirt, no receding airline and not a trace of grey hair on his head. He was in good shape. Definitely not a couch potato.
I caught myself glancing over to him a few times too, finding myself uneasy again when suddenly one of our sneak peeks coincided and our eyes met. I froze slightly, and he did the same. We stared into each others' eyes slightly longer than I expected or found appropriate looking back. I did not dare looking at him again for the rest of the day.
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For the next few weeks we settled in and Tom fixed the remaining bits that were not done when moving in. He started his contracting business and I was not surprised to see that he succeeded quite well. Delivering quality work and meeting promises led to sufficient word-of-mouth that he was soon working 5 days a week for more than 10 hours.
Occasionally Adam and Jane would pop their head in, or we went over, since we seemed to match on interests and slowly became good friends. Adam would still glance over to me from time to time and let his eyes linger perhaps a bit too long, but I intentionally avoided his glances and definitely did not encourage him to keep doing it. To no avail.
One day I saw Jane come out of their front door, her clothes slightly ajar, and a sad look in her eyes, with a hint of panic. As she was usually quite happy and outgoing, this was new to me and made me wonder if something happened. I walked over and asked her whether she was OK.
"I will be.", she said. "No need to worry".
She could see I was not convinced, so she asked to come over and talk later that day. We agreed she would see me in our house at 8pm.
When she showed up, she seemed OK again. I got us both a red wine and walked into the patio, where we could sit in private.
"Talk to me.", I said. "Does he hurt you?".
She was silent at first as it took her a while to get all the courage she needed to talk. And then she blurted out, in tears "I'm broken...". A bit more silence, but I let her. I held her close but did not say anything. "I cannot enjoy sex anymore and I am hurting Adam with it".
