Following my divorce, I found myself living alone for the first time in 10 years. At first it was great. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. No-one to answer to, just chill out and have fun.
I moved to a new house on the edge of town, close enough for work but well away from my past.
After a few months though, I realised that there was one thing I did miss from my married life.
Sex!
I hadn’t had any for ages and it was getting me well and truly down. Sure, my right arm helped a bit, but you can only do so much alone can’t you?
So can you blame me for what happened?
Sure, I know it was wrong, but given the circumstances, what would you have done?
Well, here’s what I did, and I’ll let you be the judge.

My new house was in the suburbs, and had a decent sized back garden which joined on to the next door neighbours. Clearly, the previous owners had been good friends with next door because there was a gate between the two properties. There had been some coming and going and I guessed it was probably
the children of the house, judging by the swing hanging from a tree next door.
My garden had a couple of trees as well, two apple trees surrounded by a few raspberry bushes.
It was one afternoon while I was looking at my ‘crop’ of fruit when I heard voices from next door’s garden. Just then I heard a call:
‘Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met?’ came a voice.
It was the man of the house next door. A big, booming voice coming from a big man.
I introduced myself: ‘ Hello, I’m Bob. I just recently moved in’
‘Pleased to meet you’ he said, ‘I’m John’
We stood and chatted for a few minutes, just getting to know each other and generally passing the time of day.
After a while, John called back towards his house, ‘Guys, come and meet the new neighbour’ he called.
From the house came two women, who I quickly realised were his wife and daughter.
His wife was called Liz, and she was a real looker. She had long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail. Although she was dressed very demurely, I could tell that underneath her perfectly respectable dress there was a great body. She smiled as she shook my hand. My much deprived cock perked
up a little at the sight of her. She introduced me to her daughter, Nancy.
She was also dressed very demurely, with her long hair tied back into a pony tail.