I’ve been reading on this forum for years, so I thought it might be time to give back to the community. If you enjoyed the story, terrific. If it got you off, even better. Feedback welcome. I have other stories if you’re interesting in hearing more. Enjoy!

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The neighbors across the street have been having problems…for a long time now. The husband and wife have two beautiful children, a nice house; it seems like everything is perfect. But only on the surface. Both work very stressful jobs, which leads to shortness in their brief interactions, either before or after work.

The wife has noticed lately that her husband’s hours continue to go deeper and deeper into the night. It’s started becoming a typical occurrence for him to sleep at the office.

Now the only way that I know this is that the wife knocked on my door on a Saturday afternoon and asked me if I could help her with some of the heavy lifting in the garden, as both of her young boys were gone playing with their friends and wouldn’t be back for a while.

Wanting to be neighborly, I obliged. Now, up to this point, I had always knew that the wife was attractive, but we weren’t even on a first name basis. “I’m Sara, by the way,” she says as we walk around her house to the back garden. I extend my hand and notice just how soft her skin is, and for the first time actually take a good look of my next door neighbor.

Although Sara is in her mid-30s, she could easily be mistook for five years younger with firm, petite body and silky smooth skin. There was a certain resplendence when she smiled at me in the sun. I caught myself slightly turned on and reflexively checking out her ass as she turned to direct me towards the garden. Her legs were glistening with a slight veneer of sweat and the jean shorts accentuated her well-sculpted ass.

This is my neighbor. I said to myself, shaking my head.

As I was helping her with her garden, we made some light conversation. I wondered whether her teasing me about my raw, manly strength was just harmless flirting or something more. I thought I would test the waters by returning the compliment, “well you certainly don’t seem to be any the worse for wear over there. Sorry didn’t mean for that to rhyme. What I mean is, ‘you look really good’.”

“Well, it’s nice that somebody notices,” she responded.

“What do you mean? I think it would be pretty hard for someone not to notice.” The second those words passed my lips I knew it was ill-conceived. You idiot! She talking about her husband, you dolt! Thankfully she took it in stride and proceeded to tell me about her dissatisfaction in her marriage and how she had her doubts about whether it was going to work.

I did my best to be a sympathetic ear and not pronounce any sweeping plan that could help save a dying marriage. I only offered one little observation about how the late nights at the office were surprising because my company had been cutting back hours due to the slumping economy.

That’s all it took.

One little observation and her imagination ran with it. I was completely oblivious however.

A week later…

It was Saturday afternoon, I had just finished taking a shower and I heard a knock at my door. Not having enough time to dry off and get dressed, I answered the door. To my surprise, Sara was at the door. She was wearing a white summer dress that feel beautifully across her tight nubile body.

It was clear she was slightly taken off guard by seeing me half naked answering the door. While I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging, I’m still in pretty good shape from all the days playing sports back at school. My stomach is flat and my arms are tone, probably looking even better since I had been getting a tan during the summer.

“I’m sorry to bother you. I can come back another time.”

“It’s not trouble, come on in. Just give me a second to get dry and put some clothes on.”

As I went back to my bedroom, I quickly closed to door and started to dry off. I suddenly heard a creak in the floor board outside my door. I didn’t turn immediately but quickly realized that the door was ajar. My mind quickly raced, “Is she outside?” “Is she watching me get dressed?” “Wait, no that’s not…but what if she is.”

I’ve never been very shy about my body, so I decided to test whether or not she was outside the door. After drying off entirely I turned towards the door, careful not to look directly at the opening, and stretched by arms over my head giving her, potentially, a clear picture of my entire body, from head to toe.

At this point, I made a furtive look in the direction of the door and could clearly see that she was peaking in. This back and forth was starting to turn me on, so I decided to raise the stakes. I sprawled out on the bed and gently started to stroke my cock. I had a perfect view of the doorway, which as I had positioned myself I was certain the door had been opened ever more slightly.

Now I could see clearly into the hallway. There was Sara with her hand between her legs gently caressing herself as I started to jerk off. My cock is fairly large at near 7 inches and it looked like she was enjoying getting to see every bit. I grabbed some lube from my side table and got it even more hard pulsating as I slowly stroked it up and down.

Pre-cum dripped down the side of my shaft and I slowly started working it back into my throbbing, pulsating cock. I didn’t want to finish like this, but it was such a turn on having another man’s wife checking me out. My cock was fully erect and I was enjoying it more and more. I could see Sara quietly rubbing her pussy with one hand and grabbing her right breast with the other.

Now I want to have sex. This isn’t enough. I want more. I stopped stroking me cock and I shot a knowing smile towards the direction of the door as I sat up on the edge of the bed showing my cock in it’s full splendor. I got up and started to dress. I made sure to take extra time so Sara could retreat back to the living room without being noticed.

I walked in feeling very satisfied, albeit having a semi-erect cock, I wore athletic shorts so it hid most of it, “Sorry it took so long, I had a hard time finding something to wear.” I couldn’t resist making the obvious pun.

“No problem. I’m sorry that I barged in on you. I came by because I wanted to let you know that Allen and I are finished. I thought about what you said, about his hours, and I decided to check the next time he said that he was working late. I found him with his secretary in his office. It got ugly, as you can imagine. Anyway, I’m in the process of filing for a divorce and I’m just furious at the moment. I just can’t believe he would do that to me. I’ve done everything for him.”

Perhaps it was my horniness from earlier, perhaps it was my semi-erect cock, or perhaps it was the fact that I could smell Sara’s juices flowing through her dress. I’ll never know what led me to saying, “well, if that’s the case then I think you need to think what would make you feel better.” I walked closer to her.

“Make me feel better,” Sara said?

“Yeah, he’s had his fun. So you should too. But not just anyway, you should get him back in a very deliberate manner.”

“Do you have any suggestions?”

“Yes, you should do everything that you never let your husband do and you should do it right now, while he’s still your husband.”

I could see that she was hesitant despite her actions from earlier.

“I don’t know if I could.”

“Why not you liked watching me jerk off before, didn’t you.”

“What-“

I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock which had already gotten hard again. Sara exhaled in an excited way that urged me on.

“So that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Stand up.”

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I grabbed Sara’s hand guiding her as she stood up. I could feel that her palm was slightly sweaty. I took this to be a good thing. She was excited.

“Now, I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to tell me the truth, ok?” I slid my hand between her legs.

“Ok,” she murmured through her breath.

“First, we’ll start off easy. Are you enjoying how I’m touching you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.