Michael and his wife Megan were always friendly to Daryl and I when we would see them in the neighborhood. I told Daryl that we needed to have them over for dinner to get to know them better. What we didn’t expect to happen, them ask us to join them in the bedroom.
I have never slept with anyone other than Daryl before, and now I was faced with the decision, do I take up our neighbors on this thrilling ride, or do I stick to my perfectly happy marriage? I quickly discovered Daryl had a preference on which way I went.
Daryl and I jogged through our neighborhood every evening before dinner. We had found that it was a good way to bond with one another, and to work off steam from the office at the same time. For the last year, we have watched from a distance our new neighbors as they work on their landscaping three nights a week together. I was raised that it was the polite thing to do to ask them to dinner when they move in. But one month turned into two, that turned into five. Now we were twelve months after they moved in and all we knew was their names.
“Are we ever going to ask them over to dinner,” I said to Daryl as we passed their house.
“We need to, wanna turn around now?”
“We can’t just show up all sweaty like this, could you imagine!”
My husband laughed at me, “Of course we can, come on.” Daryl turned around and started jogging to our neighbor's house.
“Wait for me,” I yelled out as I tried to catch up to him.
“This is good for you, work on that cardio training,” he teased.
“You know you’re doing this on purpose, don’t act like you’re doing this to help me.” Daryl had been working my endurance up for months. I wanted to run a 5K, and I needed to work on my skills.
We ran together over to the neighbors, and I doubled over, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you okay,” we heard a lady's voice ask.
I looked up and saw Megan walking over to us, I nodded, “Yes, thank you, just running.”
“You know, I can’t let her beat me,” Daryl teased. He reached his hand over to me and I took it in mine, I loved him, and he always showed me affection.
“I know how that is for sure, my husband never lets me win either.” Megan seemed nice, she had a pleasant smile and a pleasant tone in her voice.
“Somehow, I got it in my head that I needed to run a 5K, so he is here trying to train me, so I don’t pass out,” I gave my man a side hug, “he’s a great motivator.”
“We were just talking about you and your husband,” Daryl started to say before I interrupted him.
“That makes us sound horrible,” I laughed, “What he meant to say is we were just discussing how we should have invited you two over for dinner months ago.”
“Oh, we would love that!” Megan’s excitement seemed genuine, and I was glad to have her just as excited as us.
“That’s great! We are grilling this weekend for lunch on Saturday. Why don’t you guys come over around 11? I just need to know; do you prefer chicken or beef?”
We watched Megan pull her phone out and type in it. She grinned at me, “You’re in my calendar. Let me know if I need to bring anything.”
“Just need to know what meat you want,” Daryl laughed out loud.
Megan laughed, “We like either, surprise us.”
We spent a couple more minutes chatting with them before we headed back to our house. When we walked inside, the cool air felt great on my skin. I headed straight for the bathroom; I needed a soak in the hot and then a shower.
“You think we should invite anyone else on the street over,” Daryl asked while I was changing.
I shook my head, “I don’t think it’s needed, will take away from us getting to know them.”
“We need to avoid the hot tub too, if you want to get to know them,” Daryl grinned down at me.
The comment confused me; I chuckled and asked, “Why, what did the hot tub do to you?”
He walked across the bathroom floor and pulled me into his arms, “It isn’t what it did to me, it’s how you look getting ready for a soak. They will want to eat you up if they saw how sexy you were right now.”
“Mmm, oh my,” I purred as he kissed me.
“Brenda, do you know how sexy you are right at this moment?”
I grinned, “I would love to hear you tell me,” I kissed him again, letting him take control over the passion of the kiss.
“Well, first,” he kissed my neck, “your sexy neck makes my dick hard, thinking of my hand wrapped around it.”
“Go on,” I purred.
He cupped my breast and started playing with my nipple, “I love these. You look hot with your creamy flesh exposed.”
It didn’t take long for my pussy to grow moist. All the kissing amplified by his voice. But his words were enough to drive a woman crazy. I moved my hand down his chest and when I stopped on his groin; I was not disappointed.
One thing I could say unequivocally was: Daryl was well endowed. He wasn’t compensating for anything when he purchased our large truck. I thought it was his air of confidence that used to make him sexy before we had sex, back when we were dating. Now it was knowing he had actual reason to be “cocky”.
“You don’t need a hot tub now, do you? Can’t I interest you in something else?”
“Massage sounds pretty nice, my sore muscles and all.” I knew what Daryl liked just as much as he knew what I liked, part of the joys of being married for a few years. Anytime ‘Massage Guy’ came over for a visit, my pussy felt sore the next day. I was waiting on Daryl to turn into Massage Guy.
I removed my swimsuit and walked to our bed naked. I felt his glance on my skin for the entire route. I laid on the bed and even spread my legs out, “Don’t forget to massage my clit when you’re done.”
“Aye aye boss.”
Daryl was the best husband, and I was going to make sure he knew that, right after this massage.
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