Pandora's Box Pt. 01-02

Chapter 1

They're fighting again.

John lay in bed, it must've been 11pm, and the couple next door in his apartment building were having their ritualistic fight. 'You spent how much?' she would say, 'You said what to him?' he would reply, they clearly never try to solve their issues, as it was always the same or similar grievances, parroted over and over again. And it would always end in the same way: she would make some offhand comment about regretting their marriage, stemming more from anger than genuine regret, and he would crumble. 'I'm so sorry I said those things' he said this night, 'I love you more than anything' and that's how the boisterous night would come to an end. John thought it was pathetic how clearly insecure he was, and it was beginning to really annoy him.

As morning came, and John got ready for his morning run, he opened his door just as the couple were saying their morning goodbyes.

"Good morning Harry." John said, as the woman was fixing her husband's tie. He was tall, where John was only 5'10, Harry would be at least 6'2, but he was scrawny and looked quite wimpy. John turned to the woman, "Morning Mia." She by contrast was short, brunette with an innocent face and outfit, though it gave enough away to notice how toned her body truly is.

"Morning John," they said in unison.

"Have a good day at work hun." Mia said.

"Love you." He said, before leaving down the hall and turning out of sight. Mia let out an exhausted sigh.

"You alright?" John asked.

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine John, just getting a bit exhausted with it all." She let out an anxious laugh.

"You should go on a vacation or something, enjoy yourself a bit."

"Yeah... that would be lovely," she stared at nothing for a bit, "But I can't go without Harry, and he's always busy with work."

"Oh fuck him, have some time for yourself." He said, which caused her to let out a light giggle.

"Maybe you're right." a soft smile appeared on her face. A few seconds of silence followed. John merely admired Mia's fine body, a white t-shirt highlighted her large chest, her cute face, who's beautiful brown hair complimented perfectly. The tights she wore drew attention to her fat ass and thighs. She was truly a sight to behold.

"So which gym do you go to?" he asked.

"Oh, um the one around the corner from the station."

"Oh shit, I go there too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I've never seen you around before. What time do you go?"

"In the morning, I was about to go now."

An idea came to John, stemming mainly from Mia's seductive body. "Ah that explains it, I usually go in the afternoon, but today I was planning on going this morning too." He decided the morning run could wait. "Do you want to go there together? I'm more than happy to lend an ear to whatever's bothering you."

"Um..." she said, contemplating the request. She didn't know John well, but even the handful of previous interactions she's had with him he's always been incredibly nice, but he does have a reputation. He's always bringing over a new girl, and they're not very subtle about what they do. Obviously she wouldn't do anything with him, despite her and Harry's problems she's nothing but loyal, but this might just be a ploy so that John can make her another 'conquest'. Then again, she thought, there is a lot on her mind, and unfortunately not really a friend group, or any support group to talk about it. "Alright, sure." She'll give him a chance, and even if his concern wasn't genuine, at least she'll be able to vent for now.

"Great," John said, "Let me just grab my bag, I'll meet you by the elevator." He walked back inside, grabbing his gym bag, and for a moment looked at the mirror, and recalled the amount of arguments he'd heard just past the wall behind it. He was going to make Mia his, he promised himself, before leaving again and meeting her by the elevator. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"No problem." she said, as they entered the elevator. They stood there in awkward silence as the elevator descended to the lobby.

"So, what does Harry do?" John asked as an attempt to break the silence

"Oh, he's an accountant."

"And you?"

"Stay-at-home wife, living the dream." she said, letting out a pitiful laugh. The elevator doors open and they walk to the street.

"So, no hobbies or anything?"

"Not really, no. Just the usual housekeeping chores, and keeping my body fit." And that she did, John thought to himself.

"Sounds easy to get bored."

"Yeah, the days feel like they get longer and longer..."

"C'mon, surely there's something you want to do, some sort of hobby?"

"Um, well... I guess, at our old house, I really liked tending the garden. But, there's not really a garden to look after in that tiny apartment."

"I wish I could've seen it, I'm sure it would've looked beautiful."

"It wasn't anything special, certainly not beautiful."

"If you took half as much care into it as you do to yourself, then I'm sure it looked stunning."

"Haha, thanks." A soft smile fell on her face, and they continued to walk down the busy street, the morning sun shining down on them. "So, how old are you?" She asked.

"I'm 23."

"Wow, you're so young... I'm already 34." She replied. They walked in silence, until another question came to her. "Wait, our apartment building isn't exactly cheap, what do you do?"

"I'm a freelance programmer."

"Oh? So, how's that treating you?"

"Good, I guess. I've made good money at least, so most of my days aren't worried about work."

"Must be nice."

"Haha, don't worry, my days are boring too," He turned and looked at her with a slight smile. "Maybe we can make each other's days less mundane."

"Maybe..." She replied, before they arrived at the gym. They entered, putting away their bags and moving to their respective machines. As Mia trained her relatively strong legs, she noticed the occasional glances of John, though she was guilty of the same. If she was honest to herself, she enjoyed the attention from the young, handsome man.

John, doing lateral pull-downs, soon removed his grey sweatshirt, leaving him with a somewhat tight white shirt. His arms were large and defined, his physique in general was stunning, as if carved out of marble by a master of antiquity. Mia watched this, seeing how he used the machine, how his muscles tensed and moved. Mia's face grew slightly red, and she could feel a tingle in her crotch. She was caught off-guard by this, she's seen plenty of attractive people before, but this was the first time she's had such a physical reaction to someone, not even Harry has made her feel this way just by flexing his muscles.

'Calm down Mia,' she told herself, but she couldn't help but glance over more times than she'd like to admit, and the occasional eye contact wasn't helping. She felt a little ashamed of herself, but, as she repeated in her head, nothing serious will come from this, she'd never betray Harry, she couldn't betray Harry. So, for the time being, enjoy the ego boost, what harm is a little fantasy? That's what she told herself, and before long she stopped feeling guilty, and started imagining these fantasies. Her, being held in his large arms, his hands slowly caressing her body. His large fingers, the passionate kisses as their lustful desires bloomed, and, given what she can hear beyond the thin walls, hours of ecstasy.

"Fuck..." She whispered to herself, she needed to calm herself down, which was proving hard due to John's little show, but she was only getting wetter and wetter as her dirty mind wandered. She again started to feel ashamed, but, maybe if Harry would give her any attention she'd be thinking about him instead, but it's been weeks since they last fucked, and months, maybe years, since there was any real passion in it, despite her attempts. This back and fourth of erotic and shameful thoughts consumed her mind as the pair continued their workout, until they both eventually finished and returned to the entrance. Mia's face was red, and her breath heavier, partly because of her workout, and partly because of how horny she's become.

"Are you alright Mia?" John asked.

"Oh, I'm fine," she said, letting out a giggle, "Just really pushed myself today."

"Ah, that's good to hear. Put your energy into something productive." He reached into his bag, and took out a water bottle. "Here."

"Thank you." she said, as she took and drank from the bottle. She looked up, and met eyes with John. They stared at each other, mesmerised in each other's gaze. Mia lost herself in his hazel eyes, and they were the only two people in the world. This lasted an eternity, and that warm smile was like ecstasy for Mia. "Let's do this again." She instinctively, without much thought in her words.

"I'd love that, I'd give anything to spend more time with you." John replied. Mia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach at these words. She looked away out of embarrassment, and fixed her eyes on his arms. They were bigger than she thought, as was his hands, and the feeling between her legs returned. "Let's walk back," he said.

"Um, yeah, let's." she replied. They made their way back to the apartment, making idle conversation on their way. They were walking very close together, their hands brushing constantly. Mia's lust only got more and more apparent the closer they got, and the only thing on her mind was getting home so she could relieve herself. After what felt like eternity for Mia, they made it to their doors. "Um, thank you John, for today. You really cheered me up."

"No need to thank me, I'm happy to help," he said, "And if you ever, ever, need to talk or anything, I'm always next door." These words made her melt, and she could only respond with a mumble resembling thanks. John then reached out, and embraced her in a hug. This drove her insane, but she could do nothing but return the hug. Feeling those arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his body, it amplified everything she had been feeling, her legs tightening as shivers shot through her body. He released the hug, "I'll see you tomorrow." She could only muster a whimper as he returned to his apartment.

Mia was bright red and soaking wet, and she rushed back into the apartment, stripped off her sweatshirt, bra, tights and shockingly soaked panties, and jumped on her bed. She closed her eyes and she played with herself. She tried to think of Harry, this was their bed after all, but it kept returning to John. His arms, his smile, his smell, it consumed her, and her body reacted to the thought of him ravishing her.

The room filled with the sloppy noise of her fingers, desperately trying to reach as deep as John would, to no avail. Her fingers were too slender, too small, and all she could think about was being held by his big arms, feeling his fingers reach deep inside her, causing her to squirm and whimper. "J-john..." she began to quietly say, before getting louder and louder, as her hand got faster and faster. "Oh fuck, John!" She cried, as her pussy clamped hard on her fingers, wishing it was John instead, her body shaking from the pleasure, becoming utterly soaked.

Her breathing calmed, and he looked at her hand, her wedding ring, soaked after thinking of another man, and she sighed and covered her face. She thought she had better self control, she thought she was better than this, but now she sat there, ashamed. 'This shouldn't... this CAN'T continue' she thought. She loves Harry, she'd do anything for him, and she won't let these immature feelings ruin all of that, regardless of how nice or attractive John is. She wanted Harry, even if her body wanted John, and all she could do was try to get him out of her head as she cleaned up.

Chapter 2

The sky was a sunburnt orange as the sun slowly set, the red hue piercing into Mia's immaculately clean apartment. She tried so hard to get John out of her head, to the point of occupying herself with the smallest of details, everything folded in their place, not a speck of dust to be found, a dinner rivalling the greatest of michelin chefs being cooked. Mia wanted everything to be perfect for Harry, because she was horny. Extremely horny. Despite her best efforts, her mind was full of carnal thoughts, either of John, or Harry and sometimes both. This left her desperate and frustrated to a point that made even herself in disbelief. Was this really all just because some attractive guy gave her some attention? Was she really that deprived of affection?

These weren't questions she liked thinking about, instead hoping that being a good wife, being good to Harry, will be enough to get the intimacy she craves for. As the sun grew lower and lower, its natural light being replaced by the warm lamps of the dining room, the sound of jingling keys finally greeted Mia's expecting ears. She let out an excited squeal as she rushed to the door. As Harry opened the door, he was shocked by the feeling of Mia's arms wrapping around him. Despite Mia's tight, warm embrace, Harry could only return a tired, weak hug, before lightly guiding her out of the way as he entered the apartment. He threw his brief on the ground by the wall, and surveyed the room as he took off his jacket.

"So what's all this for?" He asked, walking into the bedroom.

"I just wanted to treat you a little." Mia replied, picking up his briefcase and following him into the bedroom, where Harry was taking off his shoes, jacket lazily thrown on the bed.

"Well, thanks then." He said, "I appreciate it." He got up and gave Mia a light kiss, he couldn't help but notice the heat of her face, and the warmth of her lips. "Are you catching a cold?"

"Uh- no I'm not."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, don't worry I'm fine."

"Alright, don't overwork yourself." He kissed her on her forehead, and walked back to the dining room, taking a seat. Mia couldn't help but be annoyed at his tone, it was a feign interest, a formality rather than genuine concern. Regardless, she brushed off those frustrations and joined him in the dining room. They had a quick, quiet dinner, after which Harry stared at his phone while Mia brought the plates to the sink. But, instead of washing them, she returned back to Harry, walking up behind him, and stripped off her shirt and shorts. Under them she was wearing black lace lingerie that stuck tight to her body, her bra had a vertical slit for each breast, allowing her hard nipples to poke out. Her panties were thin, and her pussy was visible behind the pretty patterns. She approached Harry and lightly placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked over and was visibly surprised by the erotic outfit, and she leaned over until she could whisper directly into his ear, her right hand sliding over his chest, caressing him.

"Babyy..." she said, slowly moving her hand down his chest. "Take this off and come to the bedroom, your wife needs a big, strong man right now." Her hand reached down to his pants to stroke his cock, but she noticed it was still soft.

"I- not... not tonight Mia. I'm tired." He said, pushing her off him. "Thanks for dinner." He continued, before going into the bedroom. She just stood there, in shock. Was he really that tired? Maybe she just wasn't attractive anymore. These thoughts cut her deep, and the feeling of excitement she was feeling all day quickly devolved into a small depression. She slowly walked into the bedroom and saw Harry laying on the bed, phone in hand, only wearing his underwear, his clothes lazily thrown on the floor. She opened her drawer and took off her lingerie, replacing them with a much more comfortable set of underwear and carefully put the other pair away. After picking up Harry's clothes and hanging them up in the wardrobe, she returned back to the dining room to put back on her clothes, before going to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She was filled with a mix of anger and sadness, which she could only express with a deep apathy. When she finished and returned to the bedroom, Harry was fast asleep. Tonight, she was glad their bed was so large, as all her lust had turned into a small resentment. Slipping between the sheets, she laid there looking at the ceiling, trying to sleep.

Before long she heard a noise coming through the wall, a thud and squeaking, followed by a strange, almost wet sound. "Oh John." Mia heard an unfamiliar, feminine voice cry John's name, before she heard the sounds again. She soon realised they were making out, and she couldn't help but listen, moving closer to the wall and closing her eyes. Mia imagined her in this mystery woman's place, John's hands moving down her body as their tongues intertwined, not caring about anything else except each other. The lust was slowly returning, and she couldn't help but lightly touch her breasts and crotch. As time passed, the moaning on the other side grew louder and louder, and Mia noticed there was a lot less kissing. She imagined that John was between her legs, playing and teasing her clit with his tongue. Mia was getting wetter and wetter, and she looked over to Harry who was still fast asleep. She took a breath, and slipped off her bra, shorts and panties, and was only left with the t-shirt, the fabric of which lightly grazed her hard, sensitive nipple.

The noises once again changed, they were more intense and more wet, which was different from the kissing, though that had returned as well. She imagined that John was fingering her, quite roughly from the sounds of it, but all she returned were loud moans of pleasure. Mia tried her best to mimic the tempo, her fingers rubbing her clit, wishing they were John's. The speed picked up, and the woman's moans grew so loud she was practically screaming.

"John! John I-! I! I'm Cumming!" she yelled, which caused Mia to check on Harry who was still sound asleep. She already came? Mia thought to herself, was it even possible to cum that hard, or was she exaggerating? These thoughts only made her more aroused, and she continued to play with herself. She thought about the few times she and Harry had sex, and realised she would rarely cum during it. Harry was always selfish in bed, she always had to do all of the work and it never lasted long.

"Jesus that's big." She heard through the wall. They're finally about to fuck, she thought to herself, and she imagined John over her, his large, girthy cock waiting in anticipation. Much bigger than Harry's, she assumed. Mia thought it was funny, she felt guilty for doing this before, but now that her husband was next to her, while she was thinking of another man, it excited her. As she heard the moans and cries of pleasure beyond the wall, she pictured John slowly entering her, and rhythmically moving out, and then back in and so on. Unfortunately, her fingers couldn't match her imagination, no matter how hard she tried. She was jealous, she wanted to be with John, not this random woman. But all she could do was imagine John was with her, as she heard the sound of their bodies slap together, the deep grunts from John and the loud moans from his mate, and it got faster and faster. Mia had never had sex like that, it was almost animalistic as she heard John ravage her, unrelentingly, seeming to only get faster and harder with each thrust.

"John..." Mia whispered, as her fingers moved faster and faster, keping in time with John. She wanted to feel his breath, his warmth, his arms wrapped around her while he was deep inside. Mia knew it was wrong, but she wanted to be taken by him. The noises next door grew louder and faster, and she could tell that they were both close, Mia was too. The wet noises in both rooms grew louder as they gasped and quivered, until she heard the manly groans of John, and the whimpers of the woman. Mia soon joined them, as the rush of pleasure shot through her body, and she became tighter and tighter. "Oh John." Mia moaned, louder than she intended, which caused Harry to rustle. Her heart sank, was he awake? Did he hear her? And she was paralysed by fear for what felt like an eternity. She soon realised that he was still fast asleep, and she gave a sigh of relief, before going to have a shower.