I was 58 years old when Shelly came into my life. I had been living alone since my kids had left home and my wife died, and having lots of unoccupied time I took to doing a lot of work in the yard. Over the years I had built myself a nice deck, planted shade trees, a tall privacy hedge and put in an artificial rock waterfall that fell into a small pool surrounded by flowers. The upkeep kept me busy but the results far outweighed the labor. I spent countless hours lazing in the shade of my deck, smelling the flowers and listening to the gentle splashing and gurgling of my waterfall; reading, relaxing or just enjoying the little slice of Eden I had created for myself.

I was having coffee and reading the morning paper one Saturday morning when I heard a large truck pulling up in front. I walked around the side of the house to see what it was and there was a United Van Lines tractor-trailer parked in front of the vacant house next door. The house had been on the market for a few weeks and a “Sold” sign had recently appeared, so it was obvious my new neighbors had arrived.

I was naturally curious about my new neighbors so I continued around to my front yard, I was hoping they wouldn’t be a young family with noisy kids that would interfere with my peaceful moments of solitude. As I rounded the corner I saw a young man getting out of a late model mid-sized Buick sitting in the driveway. He was a clean cut looking guy in his mid twenties and gave me a friendly wave as he walked around the car to open the door for his wife.

“Hi neighbor,” he smiled as waived.

I raised my coffee mug in a friendly gesture and welcomed him in return. I scoped out the inside of the car for signs of kids and thankfully didn’t see any, the only other occupant seeming to be his wife, a pretty, youngish looking brunette. I slowly started walking towards them to get introduced as he opened his wife’s door. She seemed to struggle a bit to get out and he reached in to help her after opening the door. I wondered if she might be disabled and thought I might offer some assistance.

“Can I give you a hand?” I offered and quickened my pace.

“Nah, we’ll be okay.” He waved me off and helped her out. I could instantly see the reason for her struggle as she exited, about 8 months of pregnant belly.

By then I had reached them and stuck out my hand. “I’m Tom. Tom Redding.”

“Mike Brownfield,” he replied as we shook hands. “This is Shelly and,” patting her belly, “Bob or Sarah.”

“Hi Tom,” Shelly smiled and extended her hand. “We’ll introduce you to him or her in another month or so,” she placed her hand on top of her belly and lightly patted it. We had a little laugh at this small joke and I began taking a liking to my friendly new neighbors.

Mike quickly excused himself and went to talk to the movers, leaving Shelly and me standing by the car. She told me they had met and dated while in college and had gotten married after graduating; Mike had gone to work in the local office of a national corporation and Shelly had pursued her own career goals. About a year earlier Mike had gotten a nice promotion and salary increase and they decided to jump into the American dream of buying a house and starting a family.

Shelly was a delight to talk to and we were soon casually chatting more like friends than new neighbors. We talked for about 20 minutes before Mike rejoined us. The movers had started hauling their furniture in and he needed Shelly’s help to direct the placement of the furniture, distribution of boxes, etc. I offered Mike my help if he should need it in rearranging anything after the movers left. He said he would keep it in mind and I returned to my back yard as they went into their house.

I refilled my coffee cup, reclined in my chaise lounge on the deck, and reflected on my new neighbors. They both seemed to be well mannered and educated and I looked forward to establishing a good neighborly relationship with them. Especially Shelly.

For some reason this young mother-to-be had captivated me. She was cute and bubbly and I could see why Mike had fallen for and married her. She wore her hair short, just barely touching her shoulders, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle and dance when she laughed. Her nose was slightly upturned and rested over a thin yet full pair of lips. Her body frame was overall kind of smallish in size, she stood about 5’4”, and I imagined she had been rather petite before she became pregnant.

I don’t know where the thoughts came from but I suddenly found myself building a pre-pregnant naked image of Shelly. I imagined her with about 34B breasts, a trim 24” waist and probably 34” hips. I pictured her with quarter-sized areolas that became bumpy when aroused, centered around hard ½” nipples. Nestled below her trim belly would be a full yet trimmed bush of hair that would glisten with her dew when she was wet.

Her image was morphing into her current pregnant state and I imagined how it would feel to heft her swollen breasts and bury my head between them. To suck her nipples and lick my way down over her bulging belly to her wet pussy and suck on her puffy labia, then rolling her over and sinking my hard dick into her. I could feel myself getting hard when my reverie was broken.

“Hey Tom.” It was Mike. “I hope I’m not imposing but I can use a bit of help.”

“Uh, sure. What ‘cha need?” I almost felt guilty facing him after having had such thoughts about his wife.

He needed some tools to put together a couple pieces of furniture and since he didn’t know where his tools were in the mess asked if he could borrow some of mine. I normally wouldn’t lend my tools to someone I barely knew but I liked the guy, and I guess to kind of assuage my feelings of the nasty thoughts I had about his wife, we went to my garage and got what he needed. He turned down another offer of my help and went home while I stood in my garage, my thoughts returning to Shelly. “Shit, Tom,” I chastised myself. “You’re thinking about fucking your new neighbor’s pregnant wife. Get a hold of yourself!”

I figured a few hours of hard work would probably clear my head and went out to my gardening shed to haul out the mower and some lawn tools. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon mowing and cultivating, and the concentration on my yard work had indeed refocused my thoughts. I kicked myself for the thoughts, after all how could a pretty 25 year old or so married woman like Shelly find anything interesting in a 58 year old man like me anyway, especially when she was expecting a baby. Oh, well, I thought, just a passing nasty thought and brushed the process away as I headed to the shower.

After cleaning up I made a pitcher of lemonade and went back outside to relax. I wondered how Mike and Shelly were coming along with their chore and decided to pay them a visit. Figuring they might like something cold to drink I loaded a tray with the lemonade, a couple of glasses and a bucket of ice and headed next door.

My knock wasn’t answered but from the commotion going on inside I felt nobody probably heard it. I opened the door and stuck my head inside. “Hellooo,” I said in a raised voice.

Shelly came around from a corner wiping her hands. “Hi Tom,” she grinned. “Come to help?”

“Hi, Shelly, where’s Mike?”

“Right here,” he said as he also rounded the corner. “Hi ‘ya, Tom.”

“Hey, Mike,” I acknowledged. “How’s things going.”

“Pretty good. I really appreciate the loan of the tools, they’re coming in handier than I thought.”

“Your welcome. Listen, I thought you guys might like something to drink. How about a nice glass of cold lemonade?”

“Yeah.” “Sounds great.” They replied in unison.

We went to sit at the dining room table, the only place that was reasonably cleaned and set-up. I heard them both utter an audible sigh as they sat down and I filled the glasses. They almost immediately drained the first glass before relaxing a bit as I refilled them. I could tell they had been putting in a solid days work, they were both sweating and had scattered dirt smudges, but for some unknown reason I found my attraction for Shelly growing again.

She was wearing a summer weight maternity top and I could clearly see her bra through the thin material. Her tits filled the cups fully and her nipples pointed out at the front. I briefly had that flash from my earlier minds-vision of their swollen nakedness and felt my dick twitch. “Stop it, Tom,” I told myself and tried to be sure not to dwell on staring at Shelly. I alternated my gaze between them so as not to be obvious where my true attention was as we talked.

“Tom,” she raised her glass towards me in a salute, “this tastes great. Thanks,” she smiled.

“Yeah, buddy,” added Mike. “I’ll second that.” He tipped his glass back and drained it. “But this isn’t getting anything done. I gotta get back to work.”

“Mike,” Shelly stopped him. “If you don’t mind I’m gonna sit here with Tom for a bit longer and have another glass of lemonade. I’m a bit tired.”

“Sure, honey,” Mike smiled. “That’ll be fine. I don’t want you to overdo yourself. I’ll be up in the bedroom if you need anything.”

She returned his smile and watched him walk away then slid her chair back and slumped down the seat. “This was really thoughtful of you, Tom,” she gave me a radiant smile. “I owe you one.”

Her slumping motion had caught my attention and I couldn’t help from dropping my eyes to her midsection. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and the smooth skin of her thighs looked oh so tempting. Realizing I must have been staring I jerked my eyes up only to find out I had been caught.

I was surprised that she didn’t say a word or act concerned, but I did notice she raised the corners of her mouth - almost like a small grin - as we continued talking. As hard as I tried, I simply couldn’t stop my gaze from wandering over her body as we talked.

I tried to be as discreet as possible but she was on to me and I would swear was actually encouraging it. She had begun to stoke her belly with the palm of her right hand and occasionally would run her thumb over the nipple of her drooping breast.

How the hell was I supposed to ignore this? I felt my cock getting hard and was afraid that she would see my bulge so I tried to surreptitiously rearrange my hardened prick down the right leg of my shorts so it wouldn’t be obvious. I wasn’t as slick as I thought though and I noticed her gaze had momentarily followed my rearranging hand. I tried to make small talk, I really couldn’t concentrate on anything that would be more than casual.