Cast: Karen, the wife; Jerry, the new neighbor; Mark Fillmore, the minister; Stuart, the absent husband
Chapter 1
Karen had been attempting to reconstruct the events that led to her becoming a fallen woman. Her descent happened fast. From a church going woman who prayed every day and read her Bible, she now had the morals of an alley cat. How could this happen?
It began two weeks ago. A handsome man had moved into the house next door. He appeared to be single. She had watched as the movers unloaded furniture and a bunch of boxes, items making up the man's home. He was outside the house, directing the movers which items were going into the house first. There were two men, the movers, struggling with heavy boxes and an old upright piano. The new neighbor appeared to be in his early 30's, clean cut with no tattoos.
Being at loose ends since Stuart was traveling on business, she waited until the moving men had left, then waited an hour. She wanted to bring the man a light snack because he must be hungry. When she rang the door bell, the man came to the door. When he opened it, Karen could not help staring at the man standing there in only shorts and a pair of sandals. His broad shoulders and well defined chest muscles caught her eyes immediately, and especially that his arms were well developed with muscular forearms. Evidently he had been favored by nature by an extraordinary development of the male appendage; it appeared as if a tremendous length of sausage had been stuffed down the thigh of his right leg. It did not take much imagination on Karen's part to assume his balls were gigantic as well.
Had Karen not glanced downward, as all women do, she never would have begun this new chapter of her life, being driven by the curious throbbing in her privates.
As woman go, Karen would never attract whistles and cat calls from ill-mannered construction workers because she dressed in baggy work shirts and jeans. She wore very little makeup, no eye shadow, or bright lipstick. Her love life stunk. Her husband had a small wiener and his sex with Karen was minimal. She did not own a vibrator. And she never shaved her privates.
That was OK, since they both figured being married was supposed to be like that. Dull.
Karen was not happy with the token sex she got from Stuart. First, Stuart had a small dick, only 5 inches long when hard. It was half the size of the zucchini she used as a sex toy. She ate too much because she was depressed and during the three years she was married to Stuart, and she gained 20 pounds.
She felt that at her age, 38 years old, she deserved a husband who could romance her at bedtime. At least once in a while. She didn't have a job, and other than going to church, she didn't meet too many people. Her circle of friends included bisexual Ginny, and the ladies in the church choir. The two most important men in her life was Stuart, of course; and the preacher, Mark Fillmore.
Karen rang the bell. She had a plate of wrapped sandwiches in her hand. And she was there ostensibly to be a good neighbor. And she was horny.
"Hello, and who might you be?" Karen heard the man speak and knew he had caught her staring at the large bulge in his crotch.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... I'm Karen Green, your neighbor, and I saw you working so hard, and thought I would bring you a bite for lunch." Karen then added, "My husband and I live next door, and his name is Stuart, but he's usually away on business. So I fixed us both a bite and thought maybe I could help you unpack or whatever ... if you could use some help, that is ..." she found herself mumbling.
"That would be nice, and I can certainly use some help! I'm Jerry," he said, as his eyes raked over her body, since she'd worn a tight sweater and loose, open legged shorts. He was a friendly guy and came across as shy at first. Women liked shy men. He knew that.
After they'd enjoyed the sandwiches she had made, and Jerry made some coffee, Karen spent the remainder of the time helping Jerry unpack. She couldn't stop looking at the thick bulge showing through her neighbor's trunks. Her mind could not assimilate how large Jerry's manhood must be.
Karen offered to stand on the stepladder and place those seldom used cooking items on the top shelves of the kitchen cabinets as Jerry handed them to her. It was close to six in the afternoon when Karen suddenly realized the full leg holes of the shorts she was wearing assuredly allowed Jerry to view up them and see her panties when she stood on the step ladder. Karen thought to her self, "My god, he must be seeing the hair over my pussy."
The knowledge of this caused Karen to misstep, and her foot slipped from the rung of the ladder. She slipped down from where she had been on the ladder, and ended up being held by her new neighbor.
As she slid downward, the front of her body moved down over his, and she felt her legs slip on each side of his own. Not only were her breasts pressed against his chest, but her mons was held tight against the full erection he had gotten while looking up Karen's legs. Jerry could see the small panties and thick growth of auburn hair that hung out the sides of her lace panties. Not meaning to insult the woman, but before he could check himself, he commented, "You should wear these shorts every time you come to visit."
Karen understood that he was not being insulting, but only admitting that he could view her sex up the full legs of her shorts.
"You're a naughty boy, aren't you -- looking up my legs. You weren't trying to embarrass me, now ... were you?" Karen asked with a silly smile on her face.
What Jerry really wanted to know was if the brief contact her hand made on his erection was intentional, or did she just happen to brush her hand across his hard-on as she fell and straddled his body?
