#stud husband

It was hard for John not to notice the new neighbors.  Elena was a gorgeous brunette who, with her husband,  Adrian, moved into the quiet suburb right beside John and his wife Carolyn.  John’s office window overlooked Elena and Adrian’s back deck and their sliding glass doors. John had never seen this as a positive when his former, elderly neighbors Edna and Walter lived there.

Elena, however, liked to do yoga outside every morning and was generally not shy about sunbathing topless or, especially at night, strutting through her own house in the nude with the lights on.

John eventually worked up the nerve to talk to her, spending an inordinate amount of time “pruning” the bushes in his back yard, waiting for her to come out.  They had a quick but fascinating (for John) conversation, which culminated in Elena inviting John and his wife for dinner later that week.  Over dinner, Adrian explained that they had moved from Barcelona and how Adrian worked in the Spanish consulate. 

As the wine continued to flow, the conversation drifted to more adult topics. Carolyn, who was a bit more conservative than most, pointed out that she had noticed Elena likes to avoid tan lines.  Although Carolyn seemed to intend it as a rebuke, Elena laughed it off as she and her husband said how surprised they were at how prudish Americans can be.

John didn’t want his wife’s comments to either derail the evening or, worse, inhibit Elena from freely displaying her gorgeous body.  He slowly directed the conversation elsewhere and then made an excuse for he and Carolyn to leave before the subject came up again.

That night, both John and Carolyn surprised each other with how vigorous their lovemaking was.  They both had the best sex since their honeymoon.

Over the next few days, John made it a point to be outside more often, especially when Carolyn was out of the house. He and Elena would chat pretty regularly–John was surprised at how interested she seemed in him.  Finally, after about a week, John spotted Elena walking out onto her deck.  She was wearing a striped smock and nothing else.  

She didn’t say a word, or even look in John’s direction–she stretched and moved seductively, as if she knew she was being watched.  Finally, as John was staring–more gawking–at her, Elena turned her eyes toward him and gave him a coy but knowing smile.  She nibbled her finger as she held his gaze and then motioned with her finger for him to come closer to the fence between them.

“My husband is not home,” Elena said. “I don’t know when he’ll be back,” she purred. “Maybe you could come over and keep me company?”

John couldn’t remember how he got there, but the next memory he had was being in Elena’s bedroom. Her delicate, warm hands were on his belt, and then his manhood.

They made mad, passionate love for what seemed like hours.  Finally, near exhaustion, Elena suggested they grab something to eat from the kitchen.  It was odd for John to be here, where for nearly a month, he had spied on Elena from his window next door.

“Next door!” The words screamed in his head. His wife was surely home from shopping now. Had she heard he and Elena? Had she wondered where he was?

Elena spotted the panic in her new lover’s face and chuckled lightly as he rushed to the sliding glass door to spy on his own house. “You should not worry,” Elena said. “She will be fine,” she added, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as they both stood on the deck. 

“Adrian is a very talented lover,” she said over her husband, just as John could hear Carolyn’s moans and the rhythmic banging of his own headboard against the bedroom wall next door.

Jim and Gail liked to stay at BnB’s when they traveled. It was often more a more romantic setting, and they enjoyed meeting other couples, rather than the weary business travelers they would meet at hotels.

They booked a long weekend vacation along the Pacific Coast, north of San Diego.  They checked into their bed and breakfast, and Jim immediately noticed a pretty, tall and surprisingly busty Asian woman.  For some reason, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they checked in.  He watched her as she sat there in her bikini, flipping through a magazine in the BnB’s lobby.

Gail asked the proprietor a series of questions, as she often did, as her husband tried to be subtle as he glared at the tall, pretty Asian woman.  When her husband showed up, an average height, slightly younger, but muscular American man, Jim was disappointed. He didn’t know what he was hoping might happen, but he was somehow sad to see that she was married.

In their room, Gail teased him, “You should dial back the staring,” she said.  Gail was never a jealous wife, so he knew she was teasing more than anything.

Later that evening, as Jim and Gail were looking for a place to eat near the beach, they ran into the other couple. The other couple introduced themselves as Kaori and Matt.  It was Gail who suggested they have dinner together.

They hit it off as a group and spent the next few days together, going to the beach, having meals, sightseeing around town. The only times they were apart were at night and the occasional mid-afternoon break. Both times were filled with mad, honeymoon-like sex.  Although two rooms separated the couples, Jim and Gail could hear Kaori’s high pitched orgasms through the thin walls and Kaori and Matt tried not to giggle as Gail’s deep, low moans accompanied the violent slamming of their headboard. 

One morning, Jim went out for his morning run on the beach. When he got back, it was Kaori waiting for him in his and Gail’s room. “Oh, hey!” Jim said, wondering why she was sitting there in nothing but a bikini and an unbuttoned blue shirt.  

Jim was trying not to stare and her gorgeous, full breasts as he spoke. He grabbed a towel and mopped the sweat from his run off of himself. “Oh, is Gail in the bathroom?” he suggested, knowing she wasn’t. “Did we have plans for the beach today?” he said, knowing they hadn’t made plans.

Kaoir smiled and stood up to approach Jim.  She wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Matt and your wife are off doing their own thing,” Kaori whispered.  The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his cock twitched to life. “I thought we could, too,” she said, her lips close enough to Jim’s that he could feel her breath on him.

“Well, I uh, but…” Jim staggered.  Jim was panicked, thinking through the situation. He knew that Gail went out for fresh fruit while he was running and in his mind, she was about to walk in on them.

“Come on…” Kaori purred. “You know you want to…” her lips were impossibly close to his now.

As her lips were about to press into his, she slumped down defeatedly.  She was laughing easily as the sound that broke her spell found Jim’s ears. It was Gail’s low, guttural moan, coming from Matt’s room.

“Damn!” Kaori laughed, resting her hand on Jim’s chest. “I wanted to see if you’d go through with it without knowing Gail had already agreed,” she laughed.

“Wh…what’s going on?!?” Jim said, still trying to catch up.  Kaori pushed him onto the bed.

“Your wife suggested a little swap for the rest of the week,” she said, climbing on top of Jim on the bed.  “She is  *really* into Matt.  We all kinda knew you weren’t gonna say know,” she chuckled as she untied her bikini, finally revealing her gorgeous, soft breasts.

“Lucky you,” Matt’s boss said as he handed him a memo. Matt could tell he was being sarcastic. “You’re going to a conference…in Cleveland.”

“Oh, great,” Matt said.

“Oh, there’s more good news…HR is going with you,” he added with a satisfied chuckle.

The best part of traveling was goofing off on the company dime. Matt knew there was little chance of that with HR tagging along. He grumbled, but knew that at least he could get a few pitiful miles out if.

The day before the trip, Matt got an email from a name he didn’t recognize, Debbie something from corporate HR. “I understand we’re going to Cleveland together. I’m afraid all the rooms in our budget were booked, so we have to double up. I’m catching the red-eye, so I’ll meet you at the hotel.”

“Oh great,” Matt muttered, looking over at Leslie, their departmentvs HR rep/shebeast. Leslie was waddling past on her way to eat her third donut. “Please, God, make the plane crash on the way there.”

When Matt arrived at the hotel, the desk clerk gave him the key and said that his “wife” had already checked in. The clerk smiled knowingly, having seen more than a few romantic rendezvous. Matt thought about correcting him, but decided not to bother.

When he got into the room, Matt was surprised to find a stunning Asian woman, completely naked but for a loosely tied bathrobe. He also noticed that the room only had one bed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Debbie said. “I got started without you,” she glanced behind Matt as the belhop zipped up his pants and let himself out.

“What the…You know I’m married,” was all Matt could think to say.

Debbie chuckled. “So am I,” she said dismissively. “Look if it helps your conscience, I could threaten to fire you.”

“That’s sexual harassment!” Matt yelped, uncomfortable with how close Debbie was standing.

“That’s exactly what I’ll say,” she purred, dropping Matt’s pants to the floor. “Who do you think my boss, the head of HR, will believe?”

“Wha…what about the conference?” Matt asked.

Debbie laughed as she shrugged off her robe. “There was no conference. I was just perusing the HR database and decided I wanted a little treat,” she said poking his chest. “Come on, the ‘conference’ lasts until Monday, but inly if you’re a good boy.”