I work from home as a consultant on personnel issues for companies that need outside assistance. Luckily I’ve crafted my business model on providing thirty-nine-year-old advice and I work on keeping my travel to a minimum.
My next-door neighbor, Will, is a successful entrepreneur whose work has him traveling constantly. He was involved in a start-uplong-distance company that went public over a year ago that is doing well. He graciously gave me a heads up and I made an investment that has paid off beyond my wildest expectations. Probably an illegal tip, but much appreciated by me.
He hit a travel pause during Covid, but he’s back to being on the road nearly four or five days a week. Sometimes his trips are even longer.
Will’s wife, Heather, is an attractive thirty nine year old woman and we’re friendly with one another. She’s never had kids and is devoted to her Peloton and it shows in her fit body. She could absolutely model with her 34DD breasts, flat stomach, perfect ass and toned legs. When her husband is traveling I tease that she should become a fitness instructor at a local gym.
Her response is always, “Yeah, right.”
On top of her sexy looks she’s managed to drive me to distraction with the hugs she gives me whenever we run into each other or to thank me for whatever task I’ve done for her. Since Will is always on the road I’ve become her de facto handyman or helper when she has something go wrong at her house. That includes shoveling snow or mowing her lawn. I’m sure our other neighbors talk. The other husbands in the neighborhood are jealous, but out of fear of their wives, or how this would ‘look’ to our more conservative neighbors I’m the only one that’s stepped up to help her. And that’s okay with me.
But
While I was still married, Heather would drive my Latina ex wife crazy with jealousy. She hated that Heather was grateful for my help and showed it by giving me hugs and kisses that always made my cock swell with lust. I worked hard to not show it to Heather, though I always assumed she knew what I was thinking. We maintained a bit of distance and were always discreet.
One thing usually happened when I helped Heather. It was a prelude to sex with my ex. It was always the same routine when I got home.
“Why you always got to help Heather? I know you want to fuck her! Don’t you? You act like a sick puppy when you’re around her! You work for her like her little slave and come home with your fucking hard sticky cock looking for my pussy. You fucker!”
Our little ritual.
Argue, fight, fuck.
“You fucking puppy! Do you sit and beg for your gringa cunt to pet you?”
“Why you so jealous? What are you afraid of? Have you ever seen me do anything wrong? Get over here, get on your knees puta.”
We would get so worked up, and horny, that I would usually end up holding her down. She would always dress in something sexy snd skimpy so I could tear off whatever she was wearing. We’d end our fights with hot sex. It wasn’t violent, but it was rough sex. The better description is that we would fuck like we were possessed with a passion that made us both horny, insane.
“Fuck me!!! Fuck me, you bastard! I know you’re thinking of Heather! Oh god, OH God!!! Stop thinking of fucking gringa Heather! Your cock is in my brown pussy! Don’t think of her! Fuck me harder, you bastard!”
I would end my fuck session with my wife by pumping my seven inches of cock in and out of her like a madman, treating her like a tramp. Fucking her hard, dumping my boiling sperm inside her as she would be hit with waves of her own orgasm.
“You bastard,” my wife would say afterwards. “You only fuck me because you were thinking about our white neighbor.”
That wasn’t entirely true, my ex and I had a good sex life. But while we were married I often thought if the opportunity presented itself I would take a risk and make a pass at Heather. But I had always held back because of her husband and my crazy wife.
In the end, my ex-wife’s jealousy spilled out to cover the fact she was fucking her boss, ending our marriage. (She called me recently and we ended up fucking like the old days. Two rabbits in heat. But that’s another story.)
The other inexplicable part in all this drama with my wife was that she and Heather actually got along fine. Unbelievable, right?
After my divorce, I wanted Heather more than ever, but now I was reluctant to offend her if I came on too strong or piss off her husband if he found out.
Things changed two months ago.
Will was traveling once again when Heather called needing help assembling a new piece of bedroom furniture. While I worked I daydreamed about taking her in her marital bed. I thought of spreading her legs wide and burying my face in her sweet pussy.
“Are you okay?” Heather asked me, “You look like something is on your mind.”
I wanted to tell her that she was on my mind and that I wanted to eat her.
“I’m good. Just thinking of some things I need to get done.”
“I’m sorry I take up so much of your time.”
“Don’t be sorry, glad to help you out.”
Afterwards, I got my hug and as we talked I asked her how she put up with Will traveling so much.
“I enjoy helping you, but do you mind Will is gone all the time?”
“Not really. He makes us a great living and I don’t have to work. Don’t tell, but I like my alone space. I’m free to focus on me. This isn’t fair, but I’ve learned to depend on you and I like it. I shouldn’t tell you this, but when he was planning for his company to go public I told him to make sure and give you a heads up about it. I hope you invested, it’s going to be quite successful. It’s his fault you’re here to help me fill the void he’s created, so I told him he owed it to you.”
“He did let me in on that stock tip. Thank you. But it must have been uncomfortable for him due to investment rules. We actually could have gotten into a little trouble.”
“For being a great neighbor I insisted. And I’m glad it’s worked out.”
“Thank you, again. But you didn’t need to do that. I like helping you.”
“I know your ex didn’t like it. She was always nice to me, but I hope helping me didn’t mess things up at home for you.”
“Trust me, you didn’t. But if I’m being honest, I know I’d be hard-pressed to leave you alone.”
“You are too sweet. Like I said, I like it. It works for me. I like being able to call you. Is that okay? And he likes being on the road. Did you know he usually travels with his secretary?”
This little revelation left me a little speechless. Was Will cheating on the road? And was Heather okay with it? The subject changed after that, but when we parted, our hug seemed, to me at least, to linger a moment longer. Just enough time that Heather didn’t seem to mind my swelling cock pushing into her. As our embrace ended, I said, “I know you know this, but if you ever need anything, just give me a call. Anything. Anytime.”
“I’m taking too much of your time as it is. But, maybe you should be ready.”
I didn’t know how to take her last comment, but after that encounter, I would get a total hard-on just thinking about Heather, but as before I didn’t act on it. I didn’t want to appear too desperate and ruin the hidden relationship we had. I forced myself to be happy with whatever attention she would give me.
I went home and tried to busy myself to get Heather off my mind. I ended the day jacking off in bed, thinking of Heather, so I could fall asleep. Stroking myself, I imagined Heather straddling me, fucking me, while my ex watched. I exploded with a load of cum blowing into a towel I knew I needed to contain my hot mess. Then I fell asleep and dreamt of my ex and Heather making out. I know this was ridiculous, but it was an image burned in my mind.
Things carried on as usual. But now Heather seemed to have more tasks for me, which was great. I enjoyed seeing more of her. And she started dressing in tight-fitting yoga outfits or revealing sundresses whenever she called me. I would always leave her and go home with a raging hard on.
One day while her husband was traveling I finally decided to make a move on Heather. I texted her.
ME: Hi. Come over for dinner.
HEATHER: Are you asking me out?
ME: Yes, I am. Would you like to join me?
HEATHER: That sounds nice. I would even be part of your meal, but Will is on his way home. Can I have a rain check?
ME: I’m actually was planning on you being my main course, but I understand.
HEATHER: That’s good, I won’t make you wait too much longer.
ME: I’m going to hold you to your word.
HEATHER: Perfect. 💕 Be ready.
ME: Ready for what?
HEATHER: Silly question, me of course.
Hoping to finally score with Heather I had picked up the house and changed the sheets on my bed. Fixed a salad and ordered a take-out meal from my favorite Italian restaurant, just in case we actually wanted to eat. I didn’t know what would happen, but I wanted to be prepared.
My plans were now on hold. Will was coming home when I had finally brought up the courage to try and seduce Heather.
Before I could contemplate my next move my phone rang and when I answered, to my surprise, it was the ex-wife’s best friend.
“Hey Donna, what’s up?”
“Hi, just checking in on you. You were on my mind, so I thought I’d just call. How are you?”
Donna and I had always gotten along and she was upset when she found out the ex had cheated with her boss.
“I’m good.” We chatted for a while and caught up. She was fine, her kids were fine, work was fine.
Then. My. World. Flipped.
“I wanted you to know,” she said, “if you need company, you could call me.”
My ex-wife’s best friend was coming on to me. I had always thought she was attractive, but she was always out of bounds. Donna is a widow that has been on her own for several years. Her husband was a moderately successful attorney who was in an accident that took his life. I assumed she had moved on after a few years because I thought she had been dating someone steadily.
“That sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to upset your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend. The dating scene is awkward and awful. I thought maybe you might want some company. I know I do.”
“I’d love to see you, but don’t want to get between you and my ex.”
“Don’t worry about that. She was upset at me because I was upset she’d messed up with you. Anyway…”
I blurted out, with no forethought, “What do you have planned tonight?”
“Well since you’ve asked, I think I’m coming to see you. What did you have in mind?”
“Come over. I’ll have dinner ready.”
Promptly at 6:00 p.m. I heard my front door open, and in stepped Donna. She looked as stunning as if she were going out on the town.
She was wearing a two-piece outfit that was a dark shade of blue. The bottom skirt piece hung low on her hips. It was slit on each side and opened, showing leg with each step that she took. Her midriff was bare and her belly button, an innie, showed her abs and barely visible stretch marks from having children. Her top was low cut and showed off plump braless tits and bare arms. She was wearing gold four-inch stilettos perfect for her outfit. She looked as if she had stepped away from a Vanity Fair photo shoot.
I stared at her, speechless. At the same time, my cock started growling in my pants, tenting them outward.
“Did I overdress? Because if I did, I can take this off.”
“Yes, I think you did. Let me help you.”
Dinner abandoned, I approached her and pulled her into my body. We kissed, deeply. Our tongues pushed and probed. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and then she did the same to me. Her firm body molded into mine and I could have cum then and there as she pressed into me. My ex would have gone nuts seeing me take Heather in my arms, I couldn’t imagine her reaction to seeing me with Donna.