So there was a few years ago in my marriage, that I lived in this duplex. It was in the back streets of a small old neighborhood that was slowly transforming into a Chinatown. Nowadays the transformation is more complete than it was then. Like I said we lived in a duplex. I was 38 then my wife was 32. A little more about us, I am a tall drink of water so they say. 6 feet 4 inches tall lean and hard muscled. My hair has patches of premature silver spread evenly throughout against my mostly black hair. I keep it very short and neat. I wear glasses as I can't stand contacts and don't want anyone coming near me with a laser. My wife is shorter, 5 foot 2 inches, very oriental and in good shape. She is small breasted but has great hips and a nice round ass.
Our neighbor next door is a young lady around 24 or so living with her 2 year old son. She is a country girl. When I say country, I mean does the whole wrangler/rocky mountain jeans, boots, buckles, hat everything. She is well formed with a little extra padding but in great shape nonetheless. She has long wavy medium brown hair a nice fresh face, often tired from her relentless job as a single mom. Her son's father comes by every so often and does whatever he does. They yell at each other a lot when he's around.
My wife, Marie, speaks to her from time to time, as do I but she keeps mostly to herself. I, Dan, don't really chat with her too much. I try to take care of all the outdoor chores around the duplex, including her side of the yard work and looking out for her car. Vicky (short for Victoria) needs the help. So there's a little background, on with the story.
Marie has been homebound since yesterday as her thyroid was removed. Her throat has been in constant pain since the operation. She had taken some pain medication earlier this morning (around 4am) and was sleeping well. I went outside after she finally went to sleep and sat on the front porch step to smoke a cigarette before the day really got going. As I passed around Vicky's front door, I noticed it was wide open and only the storm door was closed. Of course I looked in. As I did I saw her stand up from the bed with a big red dildo in one hand wearing her bra bend over and pulled up her jeans and panties over her naked ass. I turned away for a second and took a long drag on the cigarette, thinking about what I had just seen, even if it was for only a second. I was good and hard now as I realized, Vic was in there getting off with that dildo before she got the kid up and went to work. My cock was straining to get out of my cotton sweat shorts. I heard a noise behind me and turned. Vicky was there at the door looking at me as I smoked. My hard cock, all 7 inches of it stood proudly at attention. It was threatening to bust out the top of my shorts at any second.
She seemed to hesitate a little as she asked "Care for some coffee? "
I smiled at her and put out the cigarette. As I walked towards her my cock bobbed a little at her and her eyes grew wide open. "Love too. ", was the obvious reply.
She stared at me with her big wide eyes as she opened the door. "Is that because of me?" she asked haltingly. "I mean... ", she was finding it difficult to speak.
