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Fat neighbor

I am a young housewife that has been married for about 5 years. Before I got married I held several jobs, ranging from office work to retail and as a waitress. Since I got married, I managed to loose my office job when the company down sized. My hubby thought it was not worth looking for a low paying job so I went back to school to get my college degree. I graduated a few months ago and have since looked for a job. I want to get a job in a Finance department, but have not found the right job yet. This means that I spend a lot of time in the house when I am not on the job hunt. My hubby travels internationally every month. At times he can be gone for almost a month at a time. He is ok with this since we don't have any c***dren yet. I find the hardest part to be the lack of sex. Long before I got married, I was very sexually active. I love fucking and my hubby is a great lover and we have lots of sex when he is home. It had been over two weeks since he was home and he had almost two more weeks of work in Asia somewhere. I used my dildos and vibrators daily, but I wanted a hard cock in my pussy. I had never thought about cheating on my hubby, so I just had to deal with my sexual frustration. We lived in a old neighborhood in our town. Beautiful old homes on tree lined streets. Most of the people around us was older, but we got along great with all our neighbors. On one side lived a 80 year old widow, Sibylle, that I often helped. She needed help to get to medical appointments ...

... and sometimes shopping. On my other side, lived a single man in his 50s. He was friendly and helped me with things around the house when my hubby was away. His name was Charles. He had never been married and he was not attractive. He had a big belly and wore a wife beater and overalls all the time. He had a habit of drinking a little too much, so he often had a hangover in the mornings. My hubby and Charles would share a beer or five some times. Charles did not work, he had made enough money to retire early, but I suspect he got bored and started to drink. Charles had promised to come over and help me with the back fence that was falling over in one section. We have a park behind us, so there is nobody else to help with the fence. It was up to us if we wanted a stable fence. So I took on the project when Charles promised me to help with the hard labor parts. We had decided to start at 10 this morning and it was now 10.30 and I had not seen any sign of Charles. I decided to go over to his house to see what he was up to and if he had forgotten that he was going to work with me. I ringed to doorbell but got no answer. I check the door handle and the house was unlocked. Most people in our neighborhood only lock their doors at night. So I walked in and call out for Charles. No answer. I walked into the living room it was empty, except for a few bottles of empty beer bottles. I continued through the house and last went to check his bedroom. I was chocked to see Charles totally passed ...