I fixed my skirt, fluffing my hair up and smiling as I knocked on the door. I held in my hand a basket with coffee cake, a local coffee blend, the membership key for our local country club, and a few visitor parking passes. I was the president of the community club, a gorgeous but tightly wound housewife who knew everybody and was very active. My mid-length brown hair rested gently against my shoulders, held away from my face with a simple black headband. I wore a tan cocktail dress, a fitted black cardigan, and a stylish pair of Gucci flats.
You’d been living here already for 2 weeks, but I had been nervous to come over. I was usually the one welcoming new neighbors within that first week, but I had been too embarrassed to admit I had been mind fucking the husband since the day they moved in. You were every bit the sexy tall dark and handsome man that many girls would kill for. Your wife, with her pursed lips and cold demeanor was a huge contrast to the tall, funny, smiling man with the bulging arms and the bulging pants that I had watched.
I was happily married, sex once a week, flowers every Monday. We had once been ravenous teens but at almost 40 his priorities shifted from sex to retirement. He worked incessantly, collapsing in bed every night at around 9pm and rising at 4:30am. Many nights I laid my leg over his and masturbated to the thought of him waking and taking me. It never happened, and most nights I fell asleep on the wet spot of my own doing. Still, our sex was satisfactory, when it happened.
I smiled brightly when I heard the locks shifting. Wondering how she would feel about my welcome wagon. I secretly hoped no one was home, wondering what you both worked in, if you had kids. Before I could imagine your storyline, the door swung open and you stood in front of me. My eyes quickly shot down your tight white t shirt to your bulging jeans and I instinctively cringed,
“Shoot, I mean, Hi! I’m Amber, your new neighbor. I live right over to the left here and I just wanted to welcome you to the block” My smile was stiff, and I felt my cheeks blazing red but I handed you the basket. Your face was amused, one hand on your waist the other taking the basket from me. “Just some goodies from the neighborhood. How has the move been? Are you married?” Again my face blushed red and I corrected myself “I-I mean I think someone told me you and your wife moved in” I cringed again, internally scorning myself for my awkwardness.
“Thank you thank you, yes I moved in here with Jen she’s at the office right now” You started, “Um come in please I’ll put this basket down, I know my wife will really love it” I hesitated, despite knowing that you were just being neighborly I couldn’t help but think back to all of the naughty thoughts the sight of you had caused. I nodded, slowly stepping in to the spacious entrance of your home. I noticed the marble, the strewn furs, the deep wood. It all seemed a bit too luxurious for someone who looked like they cut the grass. My eyes quickly turned back to yours as you began to talk.
“We have been loving the neighborhood, lots of very friendly people” You said with a wink as you placed the basket down on a side table. I didn’t know why that wink had made me slightly uncomfortable, but I smiled and continued “Well we do like to be nice” We were standing just inches away from eachother, and I shifted nervously as you watched me. You took a small step toward me, your eyes sliding down my dress.
“Lots of beautiful people” You said, another small step as I faced you, wondering what you planned to do. Despite my better judgement, I stood in place, secretly imagining you taking me right here.
(I have the completed story on my subreddit)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7ram7q/fwelcome_wagon_infidelity
Link? I can’t find the sub.