The Neighbor - Sex Stories

The Neighbor

It had been about a week since the Peterson’s had moved across the street from my family. Even though their time here has been short, they’ve already proven themselves to be friendly people.

The widowed Mrs. Peterson was always inviting me and my wife, Sherri, over for cookies or a quick board game. Wanting to return the hospitality, we invited the Petersons over to join our small family’s annual Fourth of July backyard barbeque.

And so, there we were, eating hotdogs and burgers, practically drowning ourselves in lemonade, trying not to die from the heat.

“This is the hottest it’s been for years!” Sherri said to Mrs. Peterson, trying and failing to fan herself with her hand. Sherri definitely wasn’t bad-looking, but, now that she was in her mid-forties, she wasn’t the prettiest woman anymore.

My eyes flicked over to Mrs. Peterson. She was in her late twenties and very attractive. I suddenly realized I had been looking at her big perky boobs. I quickly snapped my eyes away, Sherri’s breasts, though quite a bit smaller, were a good size. Before I looked away I noticed that the lady must not have been wearing a bra.

Mrs. Peterson was looking at me. Shit, she caught me staring.

She smiled slyly and winked. Then bringing her hotdog to her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it and slightly bobbed it in and out of her mouth, replicating a blowjob. I felt my face grow red as I looked around. No one else had noticed.

“Mo-om! Come on already!” my fourteen-year-old ...

... daughter, Anna, cried from the pool. Sherri had promised our two kids, Anna and Austin, that she would go swimming with them today. Mrs. Peterson’s twin boys had already made themselves comfortable in the pool as well.

“Very well,” my wife said, standing up and walking over to the edge of the water. Since she already had her suit on, Sherri jumped in.

I waited until she came back up to the surface before talking, “I can’t stand this heat anymore. I’m going to go watch the baseball game.”

Sherri gave me a thumbs up, and I walked into our two-story house. I climbed the stairs and went into my bedroom. I grabbed the TV remote before I sat on the bed. Surfing through the channels, I finally found the baseball game.

A few minutes later, I was almost dozing off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs shook me awake.

“Sherri, is that you?” I called.

“No, it’s me, Julia,” Mrs. Peterson’s voice rang out.

“Oh. Can I help you with anything?” I asked as she appeared in the doorframe.

She nodded slowly with a sexy grin on her flawless face. “Sucking that hot dog got me turned on, would you be able to help me with that?”

I felt my face grow hot. Embarrassed at her suggestion, I quickly shook my head. “I-I’m not able to help with that… I’m m-married…” I stammered.

Mrs. Peterson began walking towards me. “That will make it all the more fun,” she whispered in a low, yet flirtatious voice.

“No, I’m a faithful husband,” I said.

That seemed to only make her ...