Cherry's Next Door Neighbor Becomes the Man of the House - Sex Stories

Cherry's Next Door Neighbor Becomes the Man of the House

Cherry walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for the wine rack. It had been one hell of a week and it was only Thursday. Her tight red dress twirled with each movement. She left her shiny red three inch heels on to get the wine glass down from the middle shelf on the upper cabinet. She popped the cork on her favorite Moscato. Then she stepped out of the heels and kicked them aside. She poured the rosy colored wine nearly to the top of the glass. She took a long drag out of the glass, as the fight with her husband, Kyle, ran through her head. He had extended his business trip again. It had been weeks since they had seen each other. She knew that he was working to advance in the company but it was coming at the cost of their marriage. This morning's call ended in a yelling match and harsh words. She had spent way too many nights alone. Even when he was home it was not that much better. She had done her best to bite her tongue but her raging libido could no longer be contained. He seemed fine with sex twice a month but she could not be. Well, not for that much longer anyway. She ran her fingers through her reddish-brown shoulder length hair and let out a deep sigh. She topped off her glass. Then padded her way out to the patio in her bare feet. The backyard was her sanctuary. Lush gardens, hot tub, comfy places to sit, and even an outdoor kitchen. She spent many a night lost in her private oasis trying to forget the problems in her personal life. The warm air swirled ...

... around her, it caused her dress to rustle. She stood fuming for a few more minutes in her lush backyard. She placed her near empty glass down on the counter top of the outdoor kitchen. That was when the sound of the bubbling caught her ear. She did not remember turning on the hot tub. She walked to the tub at the edge of the patio. The bubbles looked so inviting and the hot tub was set at 102 degrees, her favorite temperature. It would be a shame to waste all those relaxing warm bubbles, she thought. She debated just a moment about going in and changing into a bathing suit. It was nearly ten on a Thursday night. The nearest neighbor, Steve, was one of those early to bed, early to rise fellows. A smile crossed her face when she thought of Steve. He was over often, especially the last few weeks. He kept her company and made her laugh. He was very easy on the eye to boot. The hot bubbling water called her name. She decided not to waste any time. She stripped out of her tight red dress, letting it slide down her ample tits, full round ass, thick thighs, and finally pooling at her feet. Taking a quick glance around, she then reached around and unhooked the black lace bra. Looking around again, she tossed the bra aside. The matching black lace thong backs went over her expansive ass with ease. Cherry thought she heard rustling at the fence line and froze. Just a breeze, she finally concluded. She stepped out of the thong backs and then sank her voluptuous naked body into the hot water. ...