The neighborhood was upper middle income and the house was at the top of a small hillock with a street lined only on one side with homes. Houses fell away only on one side of the house and a small forested area existed on the other side and behind that was owned entirely by the government and couldn't be sold or built upon. The view from the house was a full three hundred sixty degrees even though obscured by trees on the side and in rear. Additionally the houses had been terraced with about an average two feet height difference between them.
My situation was comfortable because I was looking for a place to live and had the money after selling my first business at a huge profit margin. The plan was to start another as soon as possible working from home on a fresh idea of my own.
I hadn't intended to spend as much as I did but the place seemed so perfect and fit nearly everything I'd ever wanted in a home. After my first visit I made an offer and it was accepted.
Over the following four years the business was defined and operating from my home and the property was kept immaculate by neighborhood standards.
After a bit more than one year the guy next door wanted to put up an eight foot tall cinderblock fence around the sides and rear of his property. He volunteered it to be built from his property and asked me to share the cost. I didn't mind and because it started from his side that meant the fence to me was only six foot high. I'm six foot five and so I can easily look over it from my yard by standing on my toes.
The guy and his wife were my only adjacent neighbors. His name was Paul and her's was Jodie. He managed a sales firm and did a lot of travel while she was a homemaker. He was slightly pudgy and about five foot nine while she was almost a mirror image of a girl I'd had a crush on in elementary school. She was always changing her hair color and so I don't know the true color but she's only five feet tall and completely built for comfort in my opinion.
Jodie had it all, large perfect boobs, slender waist and a more perfect ass and everything fit together like a wet dream. She always seemed quiet and yet unafraid to speak her mind. In four years I think we spoke perhaps ten times although we each spent our days at home.
It was at the end of that fourth year it began.
I'd gone into the backyard to trim some bushes that had grown too wild and I wanted them to appear a bit more controlled.
I was perhaps half way finished when I heard something coming from next door. I ignored it but then it was repeated twice more and I walked to the cinderblock wall and peered over.
My neighbor Jodie was on her back on a patio table and a guy had coveralls around his feet and was going at her. I almost panicked thinking she might be being raped. The guy was noisy and I wondered only for a moment if she needed help. But then she turned her head and raised it, looked around and saw me. Then she smiled and waved at me as the guy was finishing up. I waved back and went back to work. It was none of my business who she had sex with although it flashed through my mind that I wished it was me instead.
I tried pushing the experience from my mind that evening and night but it kept popping back.
I was up early the next morning and dove into my work with a passion to get yesterday's episode out of my thoughts. It worked reasonably well and I accomplished a lot on the task I was performing. Then about nine the telephone rang and I answered it.
It was Jodie and I had no idea where she got my number. We had never talked on the phone before but still I recognized her voice before she told me who it was.
She asked if she could talk to me and I agreed. She didn't want to talk over the phone and asked if we could do it in my backyard for privacy. Only a strange car driving to the end of the street could have seen her if she'd come to my front door but I agreed and told her the gate was unlocked.
I'd worn only an old pair of Levis and a Tee when I went to meet her.
She came through the gate quietly and appeared embarrassed but beautiful in a bright yellow sleeveless sundress. She'd changed her hair to blonde sometime in the past few weeks but she looked like a million. She was carrying a paper sack rolled up in her hand.
We said hello and then she asked if we could sit somewhere.
I pointed to my own redwood picnic table but it had a canvas cover to protect it from the weather. I always kept it clean with the finish up-to-date and could work using it in the summer and anytime I felt cooped up in the house. I sometimes drove down and came back with a couple of burgers, fries and a large Coke then picked up my laptop and had lunch or dinner outside on the table.
I pulled the cover back half-way on the table then she walked over and sat on one of the long attached benches on each side.
She was slow to begin but finally apologized that I'd seen them the previous day. She told me that her husband had called an electrician to fix a problem and when the guy came out next morning he'd constantly stared and teased her.
Then she launched into how her husband had stopped giving her sex two years ago and when she expressed her need he denied her. She told me she'd tried everything and that as a woman she needed sex in her life.
Finally she'd asked to talk of the subject with her husband Paul but he grew angry then told her that if she ever wanted sex that she would have to find someone else. He'd told he would never hold it against her but that he wouldn't give her sex or a divorce.
She continued with her story that when the problem was fixed yesterday the electrician told her Paul had informed him his wife was so needy that she would readily give the guy a grateful reward of the most intimate kind and all he had to do was flirt with her. Jodie agreed she was in need and became aroused by a guy flirting with her that when the guy asked her she knew she should have been offended but she'd agreed from desperation after Paul had continually ignored her needs. She didn't want to do it in the house so the electrician led her outside. She added that she'd never done anything like it before and felt guilty and the guilt was worse when she knew I'd seen her. She added that when she realized I was looking that she blushed, smiled and waved to me to cover up her embarrassment.
That night she'd been more and more disturbed by Paul offering her to a stranger the way he had. She also believed I thought of her as the dirtiest sort of slut. She'd taken more than a two-hour shower trying to scrub off what she thought was the dirt left on her by the sex. It didn't work she thought and spent an almost sleepless night before deciding to talk to me.
I explained that I'd never judge someone else and hoped she'd enjoyed the event.
