Getting to Know the Neighbors

Earlier this year my husband came forward and spoke to me about a brief period of time when he was unfaithful to our marriage. He told me about how there was a young woman working in his office for an extended delegation from another office, and that during her stay, there were several times that they had sex. He told me that he wasn't in love with this woman, that he only had feelings of lust for her during their brief affair. He went on to explain how horrible he felt about doing it, and that the feelings of guilt drove him to the point of needing to admit his infidelity to me and to tell me the truth.

While he was telling me some more of the details, I started to become more and more distressed about the situation. I think he just assumed that my looks of distress came from the fact that my husband of five years had been unfaithful to me, but something else was really causing me stress.

After telling me the last details of the affair, he stopped and hung his head. Tears came to his eyes as he looked to me for forgiveness. At that moment, however, I started crying as well. Sitting on the couch, I put both of my hands over my face and dropped my head down towards my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt terrible.

I began to compose myself, wiping away the tears from my face, as I started to speak. I'm sure my husband was expecting me to throw a hurricane of emotions at him, and scream nasty words at him. But instead of throwing furious emotions towards him, I began to speak about something else.

At first, the words that came out of my mouth were whispers- barely audible. I was taking panic-sized breaths as I spoke, and was sobbing uncontrollably. My husband told me to calm down and speak slowly, which I soon did.

I told my husband that he was not the only one unfaithful to our marriage, that I too had been unfaithful. I began to tell him vividly the story that had been going on the past several weeks and months between me and several guys in the neighborhood.

"Several guys in the neighborhood?!" My husband asked me, completely taken by the enormity of those words.

While there are no standards for comparing unfaithful behavior, I'm certain that my husband didn't quite compare the magnitude of his mistakes with mine. I knew it too. However, given the fact that he just admitted his own infidelity to me moments earlier, I'm sure he was reserved with the words that he would use in yelling back at me. Moments earlier he had disclosed his infidelity to me, hoping for forgiveness, and now here I was giving him news that I was hoping for him to forgive.

He sat back and took giant deep breaths, looking out the window. "Who was it?!" He asked.

"I'll tell you everything." I replied.

"I want to know every detail, with whom you did it, where you did it... everything!" He demanded.

He was right to want to know the details, he deserved that much.

I explained to my husband how all of this began one day when I went out for a jog through the neighborhood. I'm in good shape, and quite fit. I frequently jog around the Open Space near our home, passing several neighborhood houses on my way. On this one day in particular, I jogged past a home in which one of the neighbors' kids was packing his Jeep in preparation for heading back to college for the fall semester.

The kid was wearing camouflage pants and no shirt, while lifting heavy bags and boxes into his car. His young, muscular physique really turned me on. I could clearly see his oblique muscles, which drew my eyes down to where his pants met his hips.

He must have seen me staring his way, and sent me a smile. The only thing I could think about for the rest of the jog was the kids' chiseled physique, hoping he'd still be outside when I jogged back later.

As I jogged back his way, I was disappointed that I couldn't see him packing the car any longer in the distance. I just figured that he was inside or something. But then as I neared his driveway, he walked out of the garage, nearly out of breath. Apparently he had been doing some weightlifting in the garage. He called out to get my attention and started up a conversation, introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Kyle. I saw you jog by before."

"Yeah, I'm Shelly, nice to meet you. Are you packing up for college or something?"

"Oh this, yeah. I'm heading out in a few hours. It's not a far drive or anything."

"What were you doing in the garage that you're out of breath?"

"I have a gym in the garage, and was just doing some back squats."

"Oh that's cool."

"Yeah, you wanna try it out?"

"Yeah sure." I told Kyle as we made our way into his garage.

Kyle set up the weights on the bar to be quite light, as I'm a bit petite. He showed me how to do a few repetitions, and let me try it on my own. As I was coming up out of the first repetition, I could feel his hands on my hips for support, which I liked. After a few more reps, I could feel his firm hands on me and I started to get excited.

I racked the weight back onto the stand, and as I turned back toward Kyle, I walked directly into his chest, as he placed his hands around my hips. At first I put my arms up to push him away, but then realized that my arms were pinned up against his chiseled body. Kyle leaned in to kiss me, but I initially refused.

"I can't, Kyle, I'm a married woman."

"Nobody will know, it's just a kiss." Kyle replied, as he went in for another kiss, which this time, I allowed.

"No. No, I can't. My husband and I have a great relationship. I can't do this to him."

"Shelly, you're not doing anything wrong. You're a horny woman who is kissing a young attractive man. There's no harm - it's just fun."

Kyle leaned in once more and kissed me, this time holding my body to his quite firmly, which I liked. His arms moved up and down my arms, and then down to my hips. My arms were wrapped around his neck as the two of us made out for a short while.

I was getting pretty excited about the passionate moment that we were having, and I proceeded to run my hands up and down his chest and abs. His body was perfect; strong muscles, with amazing definition. It wasn't long until my hands had made their way to his belt buckle. I undid the buckle and dropped his pants to the ground, his cock staring me right in the face, as I made my way to my knees.

I wrapped my hands around Kyle's thick cock, and started to suck on it, drawing his dick into my mouth with a voracious and rapid suck. I was really enjoying going down on Kyle like this, as he was extremely attractive, and I felt an amazing rush by sucking on him like this, so secretly in his garage. His cock was really nice too, long and thick, and quite attractive, by penis standards.

The blowjob continued for several minutes until finally Kyle began moaning loudly as he started to climax. The moans must have been quite loud, because midway through Kyle's release into my mouth, Kyle's father, who was investigating the noise, opened the door, walking in on the two of us. He walked in at just the right moment to see my mouth wrapped around Kyle's dick, bobbing back and forth as I sucked the cum from his cock.

Finally, after a few more slow strides, I noticed Kyle's father at the door, quickly got up off my knees, and retreated out of the garage in utter embarrassment. I ran home at a blazing speed, hoping that Kyle's father didn't recognize me.

Several days went by without hearing from either Kyle or his father, so I had figured that I was in the clear with this embarrassing, and risky, event. I went back to my normal routine and felt comfortable keeping my little escapade a secret from my husband.

My husband was listening intently to the story I was telling him. I couldn't tell how mad he was from the look on his face, but he made me continue to tell him the parts about having sex with "several guys in the neighborhood". He wanted to know the details, so I continued.

So, one day after coming back from the grocery store, I pulled into the garage, like normal, and noticed Kyle's father walking down the street towards my house. When I exited the car, I noticed him standing at the entrance to the garage. He looked like he wanted to speak with me. My heart began to pound.

I got out of the car and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Shelly."

"Hi, I'm Todd, I'm Kyle's father."

"Yes, look, about the other day, I'm really sorry about that." I said in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, it was quite surprising to walk into my garage and see you doing that to my son."

I was beyond mortified- my face must have been bright red at that moment.

"Look, I'm so sorry. That will NEVER happen again. It was dumb, stupid, and a one-time-thing, I promise."

Todd started to slow me down.

"Whoa, Shelly, it's okay. I'm okay with it all. I'm not mad or upset, in fact, it's perfectly natural for men and women to want to do that with one another. I can understand."

"Okay good, because that was a mistake on my part. I got caught up in the moment with your son and made a huge mistake. If my husband were ever to find out about that, it would be the end of our marriage."

"Well, I understand. Your secret is safe with me," Todd said.

"Well thank you so much. I really appreciate that."

After taking a deep breath and smiling at Todd, I started to walk inside with a bag of groceries.

"Well hold on a second there, Shelly. I wanted to mention one more thing."

I paused, my heart starting to beat faster again.

"It's about your husband. I have no problem keeping what I saw you and Kyle doing a secret, but I'd like to get something in return. I only think that's fair."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, watching you do that to Kyle- mmm, it looked so good."

I paused- frozen with fear for where I thought Todd was going with his comment.

"Uh... I don't know what you mean." I replied.

"Look, Shelly, I understand that if I speak to your husband about what I saw you and Kyle doing in my garage, it will end your marriage. I certainly don't want that to happen, but I need something in return. It's been a long time since Kyle's mother sucked on my dick like that and I only think it's fair that I get to experience what I saw you two doing."

"Fuck you!" I exclaimed to Todd. "There is NO WAY I am doing that to you!"

I began to walk into the house quickly, hoping that my firm answer would hold.

"Well then Shelly, I just don't feel right holding in the information that I know. I'm going to have to speak with your husband!"

I was furious at this point, and did the best I could to not yell loudly, as my husband was upstairs watching football. "Look, you bastard, I made a mistake with your son. It lasted about 5 minutes, and I'm very embarrassed that I did it, but this is NOT okay to do to me. I will not suck on your dick in exchange for your silence."

"Shelly, I have no choice now, I'm going to have to go inside and speak with your husband then." Todd said as he started to walk towards the front door.

"Wait! Just wait. Isn't there anything else we can do?" I asked. "Don't you want money or something?"

"No ma'am, you know what the price is for me to stay quiet."

I paused for a long time, considering my options. This was fucked up, but I knew that there was only one thing I could do to keep my marriage intact. After a long deliberation in my head, I decided I would give Todd what he wanted.

"Fine," I said. "Come with me."

I escorted Todd into our garage, and around a corner where my husband kept his tools and such. I pushed Todd against my husband's work bench and quickly unbuckled his belt, hoping to get this over with quickly. I dropped his pants and boxers down, exposing his cock to my face.

I knew this wasn't going to be a fun experience for me- like eating an awful vegetable or something- so I tried to focus on something else entirely.

I put Todd's dick into my mouth and started to suck on him. His dick quickly became hard, making it a little more challenging to get my mouth around. I've given plenty of blowjobs in my life to know how to make a guy come quickly, so I pulled out all of my tricks. I put both of my hands on his cock and kept stroking it with both hands, keeping the head of his dick in my mouth, using my tongue to caress the bottom of the tip. I even looked up at him frequently, making solid eye contact.

Within three or four minutes, Todd started to moan lightly, pump his hips rhythmically, and finally came into my mouth. I kept my lips around his dick long enough to draw out all of the cum, swallowed, and withdrew my mouth when it seemed he was done.

"Wow..." Todd said in a quiet voice, "that was amazing. You really know what you're doing down there. Phew."

"Well thank you, and now I hope we are even. I EXPECT you to stay quiet now."

"Shelly, your secret is safe. That was exactly what I was hoping for."

"Good. Goodbye." I said as I took my groceries in the house. I wasn't proud about what I just did, but it really was the only way I could imagine that would keep my marriage in tact. I did something stupid, got caught, and paid the price.

I figured that this was the end of my ordeal. But I was very wrong.

Telling the story of a second blowjob to my husband started to make him furious with jealousy. Knowing that I did this while he was upstairs watching football made him extremely angry, I could tell.

I continued with the story, despite his rage.

At this point two weeks had gone by and again, I had figured that my troubles with that terrible pair of incidents were over. Looking back on what I had done, and had to do, I felt a little sick to my stomach. Not only did I cheat on my husband, but I had to blow one of the neighbors in my garage while my husband was in the house. I wasn't proud, but I was moving on.

Around this time I can remember going for a jog, this time in the opposite direction of Kyle and Todd's house. I didn't want to come anywhere near that place, and certainly didn't want to attract their attention. As I was running back to the house from my jog, I could see a person in the distance in my lawn. My heart began to pump harder, as I approached the house. This time it was Kyle.

"Kyle, what are you doing here?!"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?!" I asked Kyle in a stern voice.

"I wanted to talk about what happened in my garage."

"Keep your voice down," I whispered, "someone could hear you."

"Don't worry, nobody's home. Your husband's car is gone."

"I know his car is gone, he's helping his mother this afternoon."

"Well I wanted to ask you something."

"Quiet. Look, come with me," I said to Kyle as I led him into our garage. "You can't stop by here, people will see you and ask me questions. What then?!"

"Look, I really liked meeting you the other day. It felt incredible, and I think you liked it too, until my dad caught us."

"Kyle, what I did the other day was incredibly stupid and foolish. I very much regret what I did."

"Yeah, I'm sure you do. I mean, I can only imagine how it feels for you right now, cheating on your husband like that and then having to blow my dad to keep him quiet. I'm sure it sucks."

I froze dead in my shoes, motionless. I stood there staring at Kyle like a deer in headlights, my mouth wide open and my eyes nearly bulging out of my head. I couldn't believe that after I went down on Kyle's father, he went and told his son about the experience. All of a sudden it was clear to me why Kyle was in my garage.

"Kyle, I don't know what in the world you're talking about."

"Oh please, Shelly, the look on your face right there said it all. Not only that, my dad told me the whole story yesterday. Why would he make that up?" Again, I was frozen. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about it all."

"Kyle, get the hell out of my garage right now!"

"Look, here's my point. I think you liked hooking up with me; I think you enjoyed it. So I'm here today for both of us," Kyle said as he made a pass at me.

"You're wrong. Get the fuck out of my garage now."

"Or what?! You gonna call the cops and tell them why I'm here? Tell your husband? Bullshit."

At this point, I was feeling a little trapped and cornered, not only physically in my closed garage, but also metaphorically, as Kyle had me just where he wanted me.

"Shelly, I want you. I want your body. I want your legs wrapped around me. I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you'd want it too."

"Look, Kyle, I'm a married woman. My husband might be home at any minute. What I did with you the other day was a mistake. You're right, I enjoyed it while I did it, but it was a mistake, plain and simple. Now I'd like for you to leave my house and stay out of our lives."

"I can't do that," Kyle said as he smiled and looked my body up and down. "I'm sorry, Shelly, but you turn me on too much to forget. I like that you were bold enough to blow me in my garage, and I'm turned on right now by the fact that your husband will be home at any minute."

My heart was pounding at this point... mostly from rage, partly from fear.

"Shelly, I don't think I can leave here without getting what I came for."

"And what is that precisely?" I asked.

"I want your pussy! I want your legs wrapped tight around me while I fuck you on the hood of your car."

"No fucking way!" I screamed. "I'm not fucking you. Now get out of my garage!"

"Shelly, if you don't give me your pussy right now, I'm going to wait outside of your house until your husband gets home and tell him all the things you've done with me and my dad."

"You asshole! You're going to ruin my marriage, Kyle!"

"Shelly, I'm not ruining anything... you're the one who dropped to her knees and sucked my dick in my garage. I fucking loved it! I even love that we got caught doing it! Now what I want is to rip your pants off, throw you up on the hood of your car, slide my giant cock into you and fuck your brains out."

I paused and considered my options. I could tell he was willing to tell my husband everything, and I also could tell that he wanted to fuck. I could see the bulge in his pants.

As I stood there thinking about what I could do to get out of this mess, Kyle approached me slowly. He made his way up to my body and put his hands around my waist. I couldn't resist any longer... I was being forced to let him fuck me in my garage.

Kyle's hands started to make their way up and down my sides, squeezing my butt, pressing our bodies together. He started to kiss my neck, which I was compelled to let him do. At this point, he could tell that he had won and that I had no other choice than to let him do what he pleased.

His hands made their way under the edge of my pants, as he began to pull them down to the ground. I started to think about what was to come and how this was going to be the first man that I've had sex with in almost 9 years. Prior to that I had had sex with many guys, mostly in high school, but it had been quite a long time since then.

Kyle had pulled my pants and panties down to the ground and pulled them off of my legs, throwing them against the wall in a heap. He got down onto his knees and started to kiss my hips, caressing my legs, and caressing my abs beneath my shirt. His kisses seemed to systematically make their way closer and closer to my pussy until his lips finally met mine between my legs.

His tongue slowly and gently slid up and down my labia, making my heart beat and my breathing become more rapid. He started to penetrate my vagina with his tongue, and kiss my pussy like he was kissing my mouth. I'm not going to lie, despite the fact that I was being forced to have sex with Kyle, I was really enjoying the experience.

Finally, Kyle stood up, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the floor, exposing his rock-hard cock to me once again. I hopped up onto the hood of the car, as I had been leaning up against it while I was being eaten out, and threw my feet into the air, spreading my legs for Kyle.