My name is Max and my wife and I have lived in our home for more than twenty years in an older subdivision just outside of Atlanta. We have been married for more than thirty years and I have just turned fifty. Neighbors have come and gone over the years and most of them have been a pleasure to befriend. About three years ago a young couple, Chad and Sara, bought the house next door. They were in their early twenties, Chad is a nice looking blond haired young man who made his living selling plumbing supplies to Home Depot and his wife was a schoolteacher in the local elementary school. Sara was extremely quite and shy. She is tall at around five foot ten, tends towards the thin side and has a long mane of dark brown hair that reached down past her waist that she normally kept in a long ponytail. . I would clandestinely watch her doing yard work, as I would move the grass or do my outside chores. She was always friendly and pleasant but you could sense that she was very reserved. About a year and a half after they moved in they had their first child, a little girl, and as a lot of women do Sara's build changed. Her hips seemed to be a little broader and fuller and her breasts filled out a full size or two. When she put her little girl in her baby carriage and would jog around the neighbor hood there was an enticing shimmer and bounce to her body. I have to admit that I sometimes fell asleep wondering what it would be like to enjoy her knowing that that opportunity would never come to a man twenty-six years her senior.
About a dozen years ago my wife had a series of operations that combined with her trip through menopause left her without a desire to perform her wifely duties between the sheets. As a result I found myself cruising the online dating line from time to time looking for a woman, in similar circumstances, which would fill the intimate void in my life. I'm not going to tell you I was always a saint, I could never turn my back on nailing a chick if the opportunity presented itself and surprisingly often times it did. I was in the Army Special Forces and then was a cop, a detective. For the past six years I've been in business for myself doing investigations and special assignments for Homeland Security. Imagine my surprise one day while checking out a dating sight looking for some new fresh pussy to enjoy when happened across an ad with a picture of my neighbor Sara. The ad read:
Married woman 25 looking for a lover who is dominant. I love my husband but he travels five days a week and I have found myself wondering during the night while I toss and turn in my bed alone what it would be like to be with an intense overpowering man. I please myself with a vibrator but what would it be like to be overwhelmed and ravished by a strong take charge guy. I dream of being made to do what he wants. You must be discreet, clean, disease free and sane. I am 5'10" with long brown hair, long legs and full lips. I work out and try to stay in shape. I am very nervous about placing this ad and don't know why I'm doing it except that I need to be satisfied and sense that I am missing something important in my life and in my bed.
I saw that the ad had only been placed a few hours before and knew that I would have to react quickly or every man in the Atlanta area would be sniffing at her door like dogs after a bitch in heat. I printed a few copies on my color printer, copied the ad to my hard drive and then I sent her a quick note saying:
Sara you are being very a very stupid slut placing this ad especially with your picture attached. I know you; know where you live, where you work and the fact that you have a lovely little girl. If Chad found out you would lose everything. I am a dominant male and will make my presence known to you very soon. Take this ad off immediately and do not place one anywhere else. At the right time I will come to you and use you and enjoy you in the manner that you are crying out for.
I provided her with an email address that she could respond to me through. Within a few minutes the ad disappeared from the dating site. A few minutes later I received an email from her.
I do not know whom you are but you're right I did make a very, very stupid mistake. It was just a game; I was not serious, just curious and would never have gone through with it. Please just forget you ever saw it and I promise to never do anything like it again. I love my husband and daughter and the thought of losing them terrifies me. I cannot imagine who you are but please just forget this ever happened.
I wrote her back a very simple straightforward note with a copy of the ad attached:
Sara it is not going to be that easy. You will become my slut whore and I promise that will never tell anyone what you have done. You know that you were not playing a game you have simply discovered at long last who you are. You need to be owned and enjoyed- apparently you're not getting it at home. I will be in touch. Rest calmly my pet because you have found what you were looking for.
I formulated a plan and put it in motion. My wife and I had always been good neighbors and I dropped a hint that I had noticed that Chad had been traveling a lot lately and perhaps we should invite Sara and the baby over some evening for dinner. My wife jumped at the idea and two days later Sara and her one year old showed up to spend a few hours with us. I love kids and spent a great deal of time playing with the little girl while I listened to the two women talk. Sara opened up to my wife and shared that due to his recent promotion Chad was traveling five days a week, He normally left Monday morning and came back Friday evening three weeks out of four and it was killing them and their relationship. She had returned to teaching after their child was born but only in a substitute role and she was finding it difficult with just working a few days a week to keep the household together. With her husband constantly on the road everything fell on her to do. I volunteered to help her with any little chore around the house that she needed if Chad was gone. I told her sometimes it was hard to change a ceiling light bulb or even open a can. If I was around I would be glad to help. Our evening ended on a positive note with the offer for the two of them to join us again soon.
The next day after the mailman had come I put a plain unmarked envelope with a copy of the ad in Sara's mailbox and then watched through the blinds as she picked up the mail when she returned home from her errands. When she pulled out the mail my envelope was on top. She opened the flap, saw what was inside and almost dropped her baby on the pavement before rushing down her driveway and into the safety of her home. We had not communicated for more than a week but a few moments later I received an email from her.
Why are you doing this? Please leave me alone, I mean it- back off.