Denise got up early. Things were falling perfectly into place. She had the day off, while her husband Rich would be working late, as he invariably did on the first Saturday of each month. Amelia, her friend and next-door neighbor of three years, was gone. She'd caught a flight to their new home in Phoenix the day before. But Graham, Amelia's husband, was still around. Everything was packed and the moving van would arrive at nine in the morning. So she understood, it would be packed and depart by noon. Then only Graham would remain. He could get into their Suburban and begin the cross-country drive to Arizona. Perfect.
Rich had left while Denise was still curled up on the sofa with coffee. She showered, shaving her legs. And her pussy. She only did that once a year or so. Rich liked it. He would be pleasantly surprised when he arrived home late that evening. But she didn't do it for her husband.
Denise dressed with care. Jeans, tight enough to properly display the ass she knew men loved to see. A t-shirt, no bra. No panties, either. She gave herself a long assessment in the mirror. Where Amelia was cute, she was more classically attractive. Taller, and blonde to her neighbor's brunette. Denise had twenty pounds on Amelia, but that translated to more curves and bigger tits. She didn't consider herself necessarily sexier than her friend. But she was different. And Denise knew that might definitely appeal to a married man.
Since they had moved in, she had found Graham compelling. That first meeting, when he and Amelia had welcomed them to the neighborhood with the gift of a bottle of wine. Her immediate friendship with the woman, which only made her attraction to Graham all the more intense. His playful but not serious flirtation.
This was not like Denise. Through seven years with Rich, from their first date through their engagement and then marriage, she had never cheated on him. Though she had idly imagined it now and then, she had never intended it. She might have pursued it with Graham, but she wasn't a fool. Her friend's husband? A neighbor? Folly. But then, this week. The move. Amelia leaving first. Rich working. She could have it, this brief one-time fling with a man she liked and desired, and then he would forever leave and everything would be wrapped up with no loose ends. Amelia herself had explained the timing of the departure to her on Tuesday. By Wednesday, Denise had decided.
She was nervous. And excited. And very horny.
Around ten she went next door. One of the two movers gave her a long, lingering glance. She found Rich in the kitchen on his phone. He was wearing only jogging shorts. When he ended the conversation with 'Love you, too' she knew he'd been talking to Amelia. His wife. Her friend.
Even before he glanced at her tits, she realized her
nipples were hard in the cool morning air.
"Hi, Graham," she said with a smile sweet and coy.
He was taller than Rich, maybe six-two. A runner. Magnificent calves. A nicely defined torso, which she'd only previous seen from a distance as he ran. He was sweating in the heat of the July morning. There was surprise on his face.
