Chapter 1

“So what are you doing here, Kelly? What do you want, and be honest with me.”

I had known Kelly and her husband Justin for many years. They lived across the street from me and while we never were really close, we would wave to each other when we saw each other and one time when Justin got hurt, I helped Kelly with some of the man-chores that Justin couldn’t do, like cutting the grass and I took her to the store a couple of times. Kelly couldn’t drive a stick shift and her car was in the shop for repairs.

“W-what do you mean Brad?”

Kelly put on her innocent and confused show. I knew it was all bullshit too – she wasn’t that good an actress!

“C’mon Kelly, we have known each other for over four years ... hell, you and Justin watched me when I moved here to Macon! In that time, we have had two or three real conversations, most the time it’s a quick hi or a wave as we pass each other coming or going someplace. Now you are here in my kitchen ‘just wanting to chat’? What is this all about? I saw Justin head off to work this morning when I went out to get the mail and paper, so I know he’s not home. What are you doing, hon?”

She couldn’t keep the facade up and it crumbled like a sandcastle in the incoming tide. “Oh, Brad! I don’t know what I’m going to do! I love my husband, of course, but I just can’t take it anymore! He’s a wonderful provider and I know he loves me, but our sex life is so ... dull! I mean Justin is as vanilla as milk! The only way he will have sex is the standard – spelled boring – missionary position. And even then, it’s get on, get done, and get off. Maybe we will cuddle if I ask him to, and every once in a blue moon we might make out a bit on the sofa before sex. But both of those are rarities. When we do make love, it’s usually over within ten minutes tops and that’s if we draw it out.”

I could see the strain this confession was putting on her. She didn’t want to admit her and her husband were having marital problems but she couldn’t go on like this either. She wanted to be the good doting wife, but her womanly needs were not being met. It was a tough situation to be sure but I wasn’t exactly sure how I could help.

“Damn honey, I’m so sorry to hear about you and Justin. You guys always seemed to be the textbook happy couple. I mean, from what I have seen, that is. We haven’t exactly been close so I can’t judge it too well, but I never hear arguing and you’ve never thrown his clothes out on the lawn – the typical things couples do when they fight. You always seem to have a smile on your face as does Justin. I never knew...”

“No, this is my private hell, I’m afraid. I don’t talk about it to anyone – I wouldn’t even be telling you now, except I just don’t know who else I can turn to. You have helped us out a few times before, yet you are not really in our inner circle of friends – no offense, it actually helps in this case. Our friends would tend to talk about this with each other and before you know it, we would be the subject of all sorts of pity and feigned comforting, none of which would help the situation any.

“But with you, being an outsider in a way helps, because it takes away the risk of being gossip fodder. You don’t know any of our other friends so you can’t talk to them and what I tell you here I know will remain private.”

“Yes, sweetheart, anything you tell me will remain private and not leave this house if that’s what you want. But I’m still not quite sure what kind of help I can be in this.”

That’s when I noticed a definite change in Kelly. She went from the crying, troubled, what can I do depression she came over with to a more playful, kittenish, seductive mood.

Kelly took a couple of steps closer to me ... intimately close to me. With one hand behind me on the kitchen counter, her other hand began rubbing the front of my shirt over my chest.

“You know, Brad, I have always thought you were a very handsome man. Can I tell you a little secret? I’ve watched you when you were out cutting your grass sometimes. Or when you work on your car in the driveway. And when you came over last year to cut our grass when Justin was hurt ... well I told him I was doing laundry, but actually, I was watching you from the dining room window. That night in bed I masturbated and let me tell you, you make for very good fantasies, Brad dear!”

“KELLY!” I said, instinctively looking around to see if anyone heard her.

“Silly man, there’s no one here but us!” I was wearing my comfy polo shirt and blue jeans that day, just hanging around the house since I had the day off. She slipped her up hand under my shirt. “Mmm, I’ve always liked your chest, Brad. So powerful and muscular. When you took your shirt off that day you cut our grass, I nearly came right there!”

“Kelly, honey, I don’t think...”

“Justin doesn’t have nearly as nice a body as you do, frankly. He is more of a behind the desk, paper-pusher type. But you, you look more like a bodybuilder, construction type. I like a man who takes care of himself – it means you can take care of me.”

I didn’t reply to this ... to be honest I didn’t know what to say! Kelly’s actions had completely caught me off-guard!

“You do want to take care of me, don’t you, Brad?” she said, laying her head on my shoulder. She continued rubbing my chest and snuggling her face into my neck.

“I ... I...”

In hindsight, I probably should have stopped her before anything got started. But she had so bewildered me that I wasn’t thinking straight. And to be honest, Kelly was quite a stunner and I’m not entirely certain I would have stopped her. I kinda wanted to see where this would go!

Kelly’s next move showed me exactly where she wanted to go with this. Her hand left my chest and moved down to rub what had by now become a pretty sizable lump in the front of my jeans.

“Ooh, Brad ... I guess you can take care of me! Mmm, this looks very promising!”

Since I had made no move to stop her, Kelly began rubbing up and down my length more enthusiastically. And my cock responded by swelling and twitching in my pants. It had been a while since he last got to play and he was anxious to see his new playmate!

As with most men, the promise or even suggestion of pussy is enough to shut down the part of our brains that common sense lives in, and it was the same for me. I just stood there letting this married woman, who I didn’t really know except as a neighbor lady, rub her hands all over my crotch, cooing and purring her delight as I got bigger and harder.

But Kelly wasn’t going to be content with just copping a feel of my package. My failure to stop her had bolstered her confidence and emboldened her. She dropped down into a squat and looked at the bulge closer.

“Poor thing! I’ll bet it terribly crowded in there!” Then she looked up at me with a mischievous naughty grin. “Mind if I take your friend out for a little fresh air?”

At this point, it was too late for pretend modesty or virtue. She was determined to get what she wanted. And actually, she was the one with the most to lose here. Justin was a neighbor and while we got along and were cordial to each other, I wouldn’t consider him a friend. So if he found out what we were doing it wasn’t any skin off my nose.

Kelly’s position was a lot more precarious; if Justin found out that she had been unfaithful – with me or anyone else – it could go very bad for her. She could wind up divorced and depending on the circumstances be in real trouble. Kelly and Justin didn’t seem to be well-off enough for a prenup to be needed, but who knew. And I didn’t know whose name is on the title to the house.

Because the spousal support or alimony laws in Georgia can limit or even prevent spousal support, Kelly could be in real financial trouble if Justin filed for divorce because she cheated. I knew that Justin worked in an office (I wasn’t sure what he did for a living but he always left for work in a suit), but they didn’t seem to be rolling in dough. They had a modest house as did I. They had two cars, both older models. So they weren’t rich or even well-to-do.

But Kelly wasn’t concerned with the possible repercussions of what she was doing. She didn’t worry that it might all blow up in her face. She didn’t even think of her marriage anymore. She had one singular thought running through her mind. She wanted pleasure. She wanted the kind of pleasure that she wasn’t getting at home. She wanted sex in any other way than the way she had been getting it all these years. She wanted a change – she needed a change.

Kelly unzipped my jeans and watching me she reached into the fly and found what she was looking for. She didn’t pull my cock out right away, though, she wrapped her hand around it feeling the size before she let it come out for its debut.