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.