Jay and her husband had just moved into a gated townhome community ā lovely area, upper middle class. It was beautiful and private, but still close to the neighbors. On their first night in their new home, Jay was embarrassed when she walked outside and could hear the next door neighbor, in the throes of passion, moaning loudly for a long, long time. Jayās husband just laughed ā āsomebodyās getting some ā later, itās youā¦ā while she listened, almost against her will, and wondered what it must be like, to be lost to passion that way.
Her husband, while terrific in almost every way, was not a great lover. When they were first together, Jay was inexperienced herself, and too timid to ask for what she wanted. When she began to awaken to her sensual self, her husband was set in his ways. He was adequate; he had a good time ā so what if she wasnāt a passionate little spitfire, he thought to himself, blaming her for their āok, but not greatā sex life. They were both resigned to the situation.
The few times Jay tried to take initiative, to spice things up, her husband either made her feel stupid, or laughed at her efforts. Once, she came home with some beautiful lingerie. He was sitting on the couch watching the game; when she came in to model, he just laughed at her⦠āwhatās this? Crap to leave by the bed when we fuckā¦ā
Once, she came home from shopping to find him sleeping on the couch. She stripped, and carefully went over and unzipped his pants⦠he woke up as her lips touched the tip of his dick. Naturally, he moved so that she could really suck him, and she did; she was more turned on by her own boldness than she was by him, and she sucked his dick like a pro, moaning and stroking him, caressing his balls with her hands and tongue, and not letting up until he exploded.
Afterwards, he told her sheās too aggressive.
What? Other men die wanting it⦠other men would die FOR a wife who wanted sex, who took the first step. This guy? Forget itā¦
When he wanted sex, though, his moves were always the same - Grab her, wherever she was and whatever she was doing, and put her hand on his hard dick. āCome on,ā heād say, āletās do itā¦ā and obediently, sheād follow him to bed, where sheād strip and climb in. Heād get right to it, touching her only enough to make sure she was wet. Sometimes, that wasnāt enough, so Jay started leaving a lubricant in the nightstand, offering to rub his dick with some before he climbed on.. he wasnāt aware if she climaxed or not. Sometimes she did, to her surprise, which only proved to her that her body craved it.
Jay knew that she would never need a lubricant, if her lover took two minutes to warm her up, but properly! She knew, from lazy afternoons with her fantasies, warm oil and her vibrator (carefully hidden when he was home!), that she could be a very responsive woman. Too bad the best sex she had was in her own mind, by her own hands.
But this new house brought in an interesting possibility⦠the neighbors. In particular, the husband of that happily-moaning woman next door. In daylight, he was tall and good-looking, a business man, athletic⦠meeting in the driveway, they made polite conversation and planned to have a āget to know each otherā barbeque on the coming weekend.