Shy... (35 page)

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“I'm leaving, honey! See you later, have a good day!” Ronny
called up the stairs. I was sitting in front of my dressing table, doing my
make up. “Bye Ronny!” I shouted back. I finished off with a touch of mascara
and made my way downstairs. Maybe I could go to the mall, I thought, pick up
some new sexy lingerie. When we were younger, my husband loved to see me in
those skimpy thong panties whereas I favored the more comfortable bikini cut. I
could surprise him by wearing a lacy thong, he would love that! The doorbell
ringing interrupted my thoughts. I went to answer it.

“Hi!” the man standing on the doorstep greeted me. He was
quite a lot taller than I and muscular. He had that salt and pepper hair I
found ridiculously attractive and some light stubble on his face. He held out
his hand. “I'm Luther, I just moved in next door, thought I should introduce
myself!”

His handshake was firm but warm. “Hi Luther, I'm Heather” I
smiled. I invited him in for coffee. I figured I didn't have anything more
pressing to do and I liked to make newcomers to the neighborhood feel welcomed.
Ronny always said I was too trusting and shouldn't allow strangers into our
home. I preferred to think the best of people.

I guided Luther to the kitchen and he sat at the breakfast
bar. “So Luther, where have you moved from?” I questioned. He told me that him
and his wife had just divorced, that they'd been living in Boston for the last
twenty years where she was originally from and now he'd decided to return home.

“I'm sorry to hear of your divorce.”

“Don't be!” he chuckled, “It's for the best. We're both a
lot happier now!”

I passed a freshly brewed coffee to him and he smiled a
thank you. “What about you? Married, single, divorced?”

“Married.” I answered. The smile on his face crumpled. “Oh,
that's a shame!” he replied. The cheeky glint in his eye said it all. I
flushed. “Don't be embarrassed, Heather! I was just kidding! Though you are a
very beautiful woman and if you'd said single, I probably would have asked you
out on a date with me.”

I loved his confidence – the way he just said whatever he
thought. He was very charismatic and I found myself wanting to get to know more
about him. “Well thanks for the coffee!” Luther said, standing up from his
stool. “I suppose I'd better go meet some of the other neighbors, though I
doubt they'll be quite as nice as you!”

He winked at me and together we walked to the front door.
“If you ever need anything, you know where I am!” I said, hoping he'd return
soon. He left and I closed the door after him. My plan of going underwear
shopping at the mall was abandoned seemingly. This quick meeting with a
handsome man had me totally distracted. It must have been the most male
attention I'd had in quite some time and it was certainly having an effect on
me. I felt momentarily guilty for the feelings I was having. I was a married
woman after all but this guilt was easily overridden when I reminded myself of
how little interest my husband showed in me.

Luther was definitely a good looking man. As soon as I had
opened the door, I'd noticed how striking he was. He had a chiseled jawline and
such a wonderful smile. When he'd hoisted himself on to the stool in the
kitchen, my gaze had descended to his crotch. He was wearing blue jeans that
day but they'd been rather tight fitting and I was pleased to see what appeared
to be a large bulge there. Alone now, my dirty mind was conjuring images of
what lay beneath. I thought about opening his jeans, pulling them down. I
wanted to reveal his thick, strong thighs. I hadn't been turned on like this
for as long as I could remember. I felt so naughty – thinking about a man who
wasn't my husband – as I sat on the edge of our bed and spread my legs for
myself.

I could imagine Luther's boner, rock hard, straining
against the material of his boxers. I wanted him to look down at me as I knelt
before him and released his cock. I had my dress pushed up and I shifted my
panties to the side so that I could touch my desperate cunt. I was wet, of
course. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Mmm, to have his dick in my
mouth! I stroked my clit. I felt so excited thinking about another man and so
filthy, getting myself off, right here on our marital bed! I started to think
how hot it would be if my husband watched. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. I thought of
lovely Ronny, the man to whom I had been married to for twenty years, sitting
in the chair in the corner watching as Luther shoved his cock inside me. My
juices were flowing down my legs now. I wanted to show my husband what he
should have been giving me all along!

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My cell phone rang later that evening after I had composed
myself and set about doing the mundane household chores. I was carefully
ironing the crisp white shirts which Ronny wore to work when the call came
through. “Hi Heather!”

I recognised my husband's voice immediately. “Oh hi honey!”
I replied, “How did the tournament go?”

He spoke briefly about golf and asked if I'd like him to
pick us up some food on his way home. “Sure! Chinese food sounds good to me! I
told him, “The usual for me, please! See you soon!”

It didn't take long for Ronny to arrive home and together
we spread the food out across the table. He'd brought orange chicken, sesame
chicken, shrimp, noodles, fried rice and an array of steamed vegetables. “Mmm,
looks great!” I said, breathing in the delicious scent. “Shall we have some
wine to go along with it?” my husband asked. I agreed. Why not! It was the
weekend, right!? He went to grab a bottle from the wine cellar while I fetched
the glasses from the cabinet. We sat down to eat and Ronny told me all about
his day. “It was all going so well, Heather! I really thought I was going to
win but then I must have done something to my shoulder because I got this
terrible cramp and it really hampered my swing!”

He said he was feeling better but that he was a little
disappointed and then he asked about my day. “Oh... Nothing eventful! Just did
some housework!”

I couldn't exactly tell him that we had an unbelievably
sexy new neighbor who'd visited and that I'd made myself orgasm afterward
thinking about him! Even worse (or better!) – I'd orgasmed thinking about being
fucked by our neighbor while Ronny watched. This new fantasy of mine got me so
hot! I wasn't sure how my husband would feel about it however.

We ate as much food as we possibly
could and then the two of us snuggled up on the couch together. My husband
wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of his head. He found some old
movie from the 1940's on tv. I could never understand why but he loved movies
in black and white. We watched and he rubbed the small of my back. “Mmmmm” I
sighed happily. I had been craving this kind of affection and I was hoping for
some more. I propped myself up and kissed Ronny on the lips. He kissed me back.
I touched my tongue against his and moaned softly. “How about we go to bed?” I
asked. “Oh well I really want to watch this film, sweetie. I'll follow you up
in a while.”

I don't know why I was surprised! It had been this way for
too long. I'd feel like we were getting closer but he would reject me each
time. He'd say he had some work to do or that he was tired and had to get up
early. It was like when you were a kid and another kid offered you your
favorite candy and just as you were about to take it from their hand, they'd
shove it in their own mouth, laughing and whooping “HA-HA!”

I went to bed alone, crawling between the sheets of our
comfortable California king bed. I lay facing the side where Ronny slept,
stretching my arms over to feel the cold and empty space. I closed my eyes and
saw visions of Luther. I thought about what it would be like to have him here
beside me. It wasn't just the fact that he was stunningly beautiful to look at
that turned me on. It was the thought of having another man in the bed I shared
with my husband that did it for me. Part of me wanted to betray him. I wanted
to feel an unfamiliar cock and I wanted Ronny to know all about it. I wanted
him to see every sordid detail, to hear me cum for another man.

I rolled over on to my back and pulled my panties down to
around my knees. Mmm, my ass felt good against that cool silk. I sucked on two
of my fingers, making sure to get them good and wet and then I used them to
pleasure my clit. I imagined Ronny's face as I took Luther in my mouth. “Look
at me sucking on this big cock, baby!” I'd say to him. I bet he'd be
humiliated. He would probably look away. If only he'd fuck me himself, he
wouldn't have to see someone else do it! I orgasmed thinking of the scene and
then licked my cum from my fingers. I loved how my own pussy tasted. I wished
my husband felt the same.

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I must have fallen asleep because when I woke, light was
flooding into the room. I was in bed alone but the sheets were crumpled and
tossed on Ronny's side so he had been and gone. The clock signaled that it was
eight am. Throwing my legs over the side of our bed I got up. I wondered had my
husband left without so much as a goodbye. Peering out of the bedroom window,
it seemed that he had. His car was already gone from the driveway. Such a
dedicated professor! Tonight was the night I would teach him a lesson, I
decided.

I drank my morning coffee in the kitchen, alone. It was
going to take some expert planning on my part to have this little plan of mine
go off without a hitch. “Hi honey, I was thinking of having a special dinner
tonight. We have a new neighbor, I was going to invite him around. I'll make
your favorite – meatloaf. How does that sound?”

I texted Ronny. I rarely made meatloaf anymore since the
kids had gone to college. There was always way too much for just two of us to
eat but my husband loved it so much. His reply was almost instant. “Sounds
great! I will be home by 6pm.”

I thought so!

Upstairs, I pulled my hair away from my face and secured it
on the back of my head with a hairclip. I dressed in my most flattering jeans
and added a camisole up top. I didn't put on too much make up because I was
wanted to look natural and carefree, like I wasn't trying too hard, but I added
an extra slick of lipgloss for a good measure. It took less than a minute for
me to walk from my front porch to Luther's. I pressed my finger on the bell and
heard it echo throughout his house. The door opened and he seemed happy to see
me. “Heather! What a nice surprise!”

“Hi Luther! I just dropped by to see if you felt like
joining my husband and I for dinner this evening? I told him that you've just
moved to the neighborhood and we thought it might be nice to have a get
together, get to know each other!”

He eagerly accepted the invitation and I advised that
dinner would be at six thirty. I could feel the excitement building in the pit
of my stomach. I was like a giddy school-girl, getting ready for her first
date. I decided I had to go to the mall. Nothing I had in my wardrobe suited
this particular occasion. I needed something new.

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I spun around in front of the mirror in the fitting room at
the store. I was wearing a slinky red dress that clung to every curve of my
body. It was quite low cut in the front and I knew that if I wore a push up bra
underneath, it was exactly the look I was going for. The dress was equal
measures of demure and devilish. It covered enough so that I didn't look trashy
but my god, did it scream sexy! I paid and went in search of some lingerie. It
didn't take long until I found what I was looking for. Of course I chose a
thong. When I was undressing for another man, I wanted my husband to see that I
was wearing his favorite kind of underwear. I never realized that being so sex
starved would turn me into such a dirty girl!

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“How is that meatloaf coming along?” Ronny texted me later
that day. I was busy being a domestic goddess in the kitchen. The meatloaf was
cooking away in the oven and I was going to make mashed potatoes and green
beans too. Our best silverware had been polished and I laid the table with my
favorite dishes. The place looked great! I hoped both of the men would
appreciate all of my effort. “It smells sensational!” I replied to my husband,
“You are going to love it!”

When the majority of the meal preparation had been
completed, I ventured upstairs to get myself ready. I took a long, hot shower.
Special attention was paid to shaving my legs and nether regions. I wanted to
be soft and smooth. I wanted Ronny to be able to see my cunt clearly as I was
getting fucked so I made sure it was completely bald. My pussy was getting wet
already! As I carefully shaved around my lips, I could feel my liquids seeping
out on to my fingers. I hope you like this Luther, I smiled to myself. That's
right, Luther was going to fuck me!

Once dressed, I applied my make up and curled my long dark
hair. It hung it bouncy ringlets around my shoulders, perfectly framing my
glorious tits. I hung a sparkly medallion around my neck to draw extra emphasis
to the area. It sat nestled in my cleavage. One last twirl in front of the
mirror and I was ready to go. I heard Ronny's car pulling into the driveway.
Just on time!

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