My wife, Laura, and I were out on the porch of our townhouse when the Ryder truck pulled up.  We knew we were getting new neighbors, but I didn't know it would be a beautiful woman of about 28 and her new husband.  We got up from the bench to greet them and shook hands.  The woman’s name was Beth and her husband, Jim.  We helped them unload and after a couple hours we said goodbye.  Laura and I went back into the house and we had some of the best sex we'd ever had, partly due to the fact we were both infatuated with our new neighbors.

We didn't really see our new neighbors except for a couple of hellos for a couple of weeks.  Then one day while I was saying goodbye to Laura, Beth stuck her head out and said hello.  Laura and Beth talked for a little while then Laura said she had to go and got in her car.  Beth lingered for a while and then sat down with me on the bench.  We talked for a while about this and that, why they had moved here, where they came from, things like that, small talk mainly.  Then she said she had to go, Jim would be leaving for work soon and she had to go wake him up.  After she left I retired to the couch as I so often do on my days off and zoned on the TV.

A couple hours later a knock came on the door.  I opened it and to my surprise it was Beth.  She had changed into sweat shorts and a t shirt from before and she asked if she could come in.  I of course said yes and offered her a seat and a beer.  She accepted both and I came back from the kitchen with two very cold Killians and sat in my lounge chair on the other side of the room.  I couldn't help but wonder why she was here but at the time I was just glad to have some company.  We talked for a few minutes and then she said, "I do have a motive to being over here and I hope I don't offend you by saying any of what I'm about to say.  I don't know how you and your wife are but my husband doesn’t pay any attention to me and I came over here tonight to ask you to be with me.  I need a man’s touch and I want you to be with me.  It would work out because you’re married and I'm married and I really don't want to have to go out to the club or bar to find some drunk guy who wouldn't be very good anyway, so, yea, that's why I'm here."  She got very nervous and began peeling the label off her beer bottle. 

I couldn't believe this was happening and I had so many questions about why her husband didn't pay attention to her but at the time, I just really didn't care.  I got up out of my chair and walked over to her and pulled her up to me, pressing my lips to hers.  As soon as my lips touched hers her mouth opened and our tongues began to press together, rolling over each other.  Our hands began feeling around, exploring the skin between shirts and pants.  I found the end of her shirt and pulled it up and off, throwing it to the side and she did the same with mine, unlatching her bra I threw it down with her