Dear Aaron:
I am a cheating wife and a little bit proud of it, but obviously I can’t tell anyone except you. I have been having an affair with my neighbor for the last six months. My husband and I have been living in this neighborhood for almost four years now and until around eight months ago, I had never thought twice about having an affair with any of my neighbors.
Then Mrs. Yeung passed away and her house went up for sale. The home was bought within weeks of coming on the market by a geeky-looking, dark clothes wearing, VW driving computer nerd that works in the Valley. The weekend he moved in, our neighborhood was infiltrated with Macbooks and VW’s and really bad music.
Weeks later, I noticed geek-boy working around his house with shirt off and a pair of cut-off jean shorts. His skin was slick with sweat (It was DAMN hot outside) and as he organized his garage and cleaned up the yard, I couldn’t help but notice that he was actually quite fit. In fact, he had an amazing body. Not a beefy guy, but slim and very well defined. His skin was a little pale for my liking but I still couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.
I found myself looking for excuses to be in the backyard in my bikini top. Now I am in my mid-30’s but if I don’t say so myself, I’ve got a nice body and thankfully I still look good in a bikini. I gardened, pruned trees, skimmed the pool, checked the ph of the pool/hot tub, weeded, you name it, I was prancing around my background, trying me best to make sure my neighbor was watching.
Then my husband came in from our garage one Saturday afternoon, telling me that Shawn was coming over for drinks and a dip in the pool and hot tub. Apparently while I was checking out the boy next door, my husband already made friends with him! I acted nonchalant but inside I was bursting with excitement. I told my husband that I was going to go and make myself look presentable, so I bolted upstairs while he went to the store for a couple bags of ice and more liquor.
I jumped in the shower, shaved my legs, pits and then trimmed myself a little. Not wanting to be too obvious, I put on my swim shorts and a somewhat transparent blouse. Under it, I put on one of my favorite bikini tops, the one that made my cleavage look rather plump.
Minutes later my husband came home with the ice and I started being Susie Homemaker and began making drinks. I put together some snacks, grabbed the drinks and brought everything outside.
Then I met Shawn up close and personal. Shawn looked great and I for the first time I noticed how nice his teeth were. I’m a fan of good teeth. As I passed drinks around, I could help but look at his nipples. It was very hot outside and I wondered why they looked erect. Maybe he was checking my chest out as I slowly bent down to put his drink on the table?
The three of us made small talk for a while. As soon as the conversation turned to the upcoming NFL season, I excused myself to dive into the pool. I swam a few laps, enjoying the cool water on the hot summer day.
A short time later, Shawn and my husband jumped in. I am not sure what my husband was thinking, but all I could think about as I watched Shawn’s back muscles as he swam, was licking him all over. His body was so toned, so NOT sagging that I wanted to touch it. Taste it. Bite it even. I had to retrain myself from openly smiling at him.
The three of us swam and drank all afternoon, then my husband turned on the BBQ. Shawn offered to bring some steaks over, so off he headed to get them, while I went inside to get things together.
So I am standing there, tossing a salad, thinking about tossing Shawn’s salad! I was so bad to be thinking these thoughts, but how could I stop? He was SO hot!!
My husband came inside to grab the BBQ tools and some meat. (His name is Trevor BTW). He asked me what I thought of our neighbor and I told him that he seemed nice. I sure didn’t want to tell my husband that I wanted to have sex with our neighbor!
So, Shawn returns with some steaks, Trevor starts BBQ’ing the food, while I turn on the radio and more drinks. We finish our food as the sun goes down and the liquor pours a little more freely, the three of us retire to the hot tub. The liquor has me feeling very flush and sitting in-between Trevor and Shawn has my blood pressure rising. I can’t help but look at Shawn’s nipples as the hot water splashes over them. I imagine my tongue flicking them and wonder to myself how they might feel in my mouth.
We learn a lot about Shawn, including the fact that he likes to smoke up sometimes. He asks if we’d like to smoke and I quickly tell him to go ahead. While I have smoked pot on occasion, my husband Trevor doesn’t like smoking, especially when he drinks. It makes him nauseous. Shawn reaches in his shirt pocket that is lying on the deck and pulls out a joint. Seconds later the aroma fills the air. Shawn takes a couple of pulls, them passes it to Trevor and to my surprise, he actually smoked some! This was both good and bad news for me. Good news is that Trevor would probably be ready for bed within minutes of the pot getting to his head. Bad news is that I would be left alone with my hot neighbor in our hot tub!
We passed the doobie around a few more times before I climbed out to refresh our drinks. As I am working away in the kitchen Trevor passes me, looking a little green around the gills. He heads to the washroom as I head back outside with the drinks.
I’m feeling pretty high at this point, plus the liquor has my head all warm and fuzzy. I am full of good food as well, and honestly my night could end right then and there and I would have had a great night. But it didn’t just end there, so I will carry on with the story.
I step back in to the steaming hot tub and pass Shawn his drink. He’s starting to look a little glassy eyed and our conversation turns from the people in the neighborhood to my work in sales to Trevor’s work in IT and then back to Shawn. I ask Shawn how come someone to attractive and successful doesn’t have a wife yet and he laughs. I suddenly realize that I am flirting with him and instantly feel guilty. Then Shawn suprises me by saying that he hasn’t met someone as attractive as me yet so there is no point in settling for something else! I blush instantly and look away, trying to hide it. Shawn laughs a little and asks what happened to Trevor. Seeing my chance to quickly leave to compose myself, I check Shawn’s drink and tell him that I am going to check on my husband.
I head upstairs to find Trevor passed out on the bed in his wet shorts. I try to wake him but he begs me to leave him and alone and turn off the lights. I cover him up with a sheet, turn off the light and let him be.
After making myself and Shawn yet another rum and coke, I head back out to find Shawn enjoying another doobie in the hot tub. I jump in beside him, eager to take a toke. We sat side beside each other, passing the joint back and forth. Every time his fingers touched mine, I felt little shocks inside me. Then I felt his leg beneath the water as it touched mine. It felt hard and hot. I wondered what else was hot and hard on Shawn!
I don’t know exactly what happened next but, I made a move that pretty much began my affair with the neighbor.
As I moved around the hot tub, dunking myself in the water, I accidentally on purpose touched his chest. I didn’t move my hand and Shawn not only didn’t move my hand, he put his hand over mine and began rubbing his chest all over. I sat wide-eyed as he guides my hands over his hot wet skin. Then he stopped right over one of his nipples. I could feel it beneath my hand.
I told Shawn how good he felt. He asked if he could touch me too. I took his hand and put it on my boob. He immediately reached inside my bikini top to feel my nipple. At this point, with the liquor and the pot affecting my better judgment, I proceeded to reach under the water to seek out Shawn’s penis. I quickly found it, hard and lying alongside his inner thigh. Knowing how uncomfortable this is according to Trevor, I reach inside his swim shorts and adjust his penis. He smiles and thanks me, while massaging my boobs. I keep my hand in his shorts, rubbing him up and down in the hot water. With my other hand, I secretly touch myself, enjoying the warm water and my warm fingers.
We start making out and I have to be honest with you Aaron, I had NO thoughts of Trevor passed out in bed. All I could think about was Shawn’s body close to me. As we made out I pulled him closer to me and then moved myself so that I was sitting on his lap. I started sliding myself up and down on him, feeling his hardness against my body. He started sucking on my hard wet nipples which caused me to rub harder and faster on him.
For a geek, Shawn really knew how to be HOT!. We grinded for what seem like an eternity before Shawn looked in my eyes and told me that if I kept rubbing on him like that that he would cum. This made me VERY excited. I told him that I wanted to watch it and Shawn ever so politely asked if he could cum on my boobs. I happily agreed and pulled my bikini top down so both my boobs were out. I told Shawn to pull his shorts down a little and sit on the edge of the hot tub. His hard penis sprung free and it looked so amazing in the patio lights. I started rubbing it really fast and hard, while letting him play with my nipples. He kept making the sexiest little moaning sounds which kept getting more and sexier sounding. Within a few minutes of me masterbating him, he whispered in my ear that he was going to cum. I backed up a little just as he exploded all over my chest, covering my nipples and belly. It was so hot. I wish I could have videotaped it. It was like I was starring in my very own porno. I rubbed his orgasm into my chest a little before grabbing a towel and cleaning up. Shawn looked so cute with his red checks and sheepish grin. There was an uncomfortable silence while we adjusted ourselves but then I broke the ice by telling Shawn that he couldn’t tell a soul about our hot tub sexiness. Shawn quickly agreed and we both decided it be best if we wrap up the night. He helped me carry things back in to the house and I walked him to the door. As I said goodbye, he told me that if I was interested, he’d like to get a little closer to me next time. I whispered, “How close” and he responded with, “inside”. I blushed again, and told him that when I was ready, I’d come knocking.
When Trevor went out of town on business, I called Shawn over and we had amazing sex all over my house. That was six months ago. My affair with the neighbor is still on going and I only wish I could tell me husband so we could have a threesome instead of me being a cheating wife.
What do you think Aaron? How can I tell my husband that I want to have sex with the neighbor? He doesn’t need to know that we’ve done it multiple times already, but I wonder if you have any tips on how to bring that subject up.
Thanks for allowing me to get my affair story out!
