Cheating with the Neighbor - Sex Stories

Cheating with the Neighbor

My name is Rick Brown. I'm a happily married man, or so I would like to think. I've been married to my wife, Molly, for 10 wonderful years. I am a commercial architect for an up-and-coming design firm in the Pacific Northwest. Molly is the CFO of a company which manufactures defibrillators and other health care equipment. Because of her position in her company, she has to travel a lot, but never for more than a couple days at a time. This hasn't caused any problems with our marriage until recently. Let me tell you about it. We live in a rather quiet neighborhood in a very nice home. Our house is actually too large for us, as we have no children. Molly is unable to have children, but we are considering adoption once our careers get to the point where we are not traveling. We have made friends with just about everyone in our neighborhood, but our next-door neighbors, Jackson and Anne, have become quite close to us. We have dinner with them at least once a week, usually a cookout, and take turns hosting. They are both retired, with children who have moved out East. Sometimes I think they look at us as their surrogate children, since they don't get to see their own children very often. Jackson is, in my opinion, quite a handsome man, with a trim build and salt-and-pepper hair. Anne looks fabulous, with strikingly good looks, platinum hair and a figure that still can turn heads. She is fond of wearing jeans and a simple white t-shirt, and I have to say she even turns me on, she ...

... looks so good. A week ago, Molly had to go on a business trip to the East coast for 7 days. She was leaving on Friday and wouldn't be back until the following Friday. Since this would be her longest time away from me, Jackson and Anne asked me to come to their place on Saturday for a cookout. They wanted me to relax with them and not sit around feeling bad about Molly not being home. I arrived at their place around 5pm. They have a large pool in their backyard and, as it was summertime, they told me to bring swimwear. Jackson greeted me at the door and we went to the patio. Anne was just getting out of the pool and I was stunned to see that she was wearing a bikini. It was a hot number, all white, with a top that made her breasts spill out and a thong bottom which showed off her tight ass. I found myself getting aroused at the sight of this mature woman who looked so sexy. She found her towel and dried off, but made no effort to cover herself. Once she was dry, she came over and hugged me. It felt good as she pressed her breasts against me, but I had to break off the hug as I could feel myself getting hard. As I pulled away, Anne winked at me, smiling seductively. What in the hell was wrong with me? Anne was 25 years older than me, and I was happily married. I can't deny, however, that I was really turned on by that hug. "Anne," I said. "you're looking pretty good in that bikini. I had no idea you'd look so good in it." "Why thank you, Rick," she replied. "Why don't you put ...