We're just a succesful young couple fresh from college and living in the suburbs. We do better than most and we're the youngest I know of who own their home in this languid, yet boring community. She works in a psychologist's office while she gets her doctorate. I forego my graduate studies to start my own business designing video games.
We've come a long way and our upbringing is vastly different. She comes from a wealthy family and was heavily involved in upper class society. I come from a redneck background that I strove to get out of. We met in high school in the party circuit. I was the popular guy and she was the guest of a friend. We spent the whole night talking together, but we ran in different social circles and she strove to please her parents and their yuppie social elite upbringing. We promptly forgot each other.
Later in college, we met again. She was about to graduate, I had just started school after spending six years of my life in the military and fighting for our country.
We dated and I was the leader, taking her to parties, basicly being the social committee in a relationship of two. I supported her with my savings and odd jobs while she was still in school, by this time we had moved in together. After our first two years of dating, she was about to graduate. She pushed for a short engagement and quick marriage. We did so, but once she had graduated, she changed.
All of a sudden, all of our differences became more prenounced and she assumed a different attitude. I was wrong about everything, I wasn't providing enough, I came from a poor and uneducated background, I basicly wasn't good enough.
Somehow, we made the relationship last.
I worked on my personal project and dreamed of respect, fame, and riches while she toiled in a clinical environment. While I dreamed, she researched wildly, trying to find a subject that she could get published about. In between doing contract work for established video game studios and odd jobs for local businesses that needed websites, IT work, computer engineering and infrastructure work I did other jobs hailing back to my upbringing. While it paid our bills and specifically for her school, she became disgusted that I would work on farms, do landscaping, or cut down trees while married to her... as if I tarnished both her and her family's reputation by trying to provide for her in the best way I knew.
Our relationship weakened slowly; I did my best to live up to her needs, but my work never exceeded her wants. Gradually it became more than I could bear. I theorized that maybe her busy lifestyle could use with a social upgrade. With this in mind, I began introducing ourselves to the neighbors and inviting them over for various soirees. My attempts were first met with glee while she tried to up her standing in the community, but later were met with arguements when she became more focused on a promotion after she graduated with her Master's.
Though she spent less and less time at home after her career began to take off, she fought with me more and more of our alone time together.
We began to sleep in different rooms. I slept in my office, she slept in our bedroom - but she did so less and less. Often, I would get the call or a note that she was called to go on a research trip suddenly. She would leave messages telling me she missed me.
Over time, her work plans began to overlap our dinner party plans. That is how I met Sadie. She was about my age at twenty three, just two years younger than me, and had the body of an eighteen year old cheerleader. Her husband was just like my wife. He was a marketing executive from a wealthy family who got promoted through his father's connections. Within two years of graduating, he was making a hundred thousand a year and was a junior executive. Sadie, on the other hand, came from a background similar to mine and was community minded as I was a dreamer. She skipped grades in school and went to college early, studying pre med biology and graduating, then going on to med school at the age of nineteen. His father provided the money for their house, cars, and community dues such as the country club, ball room society, and so forth - all the elitist and exclusive upper class privileges I had learned to hate.
In my free time I worked on projects in my garage/workshop. I had grown up doing landscaping and was fascinated with asian gardening, water gardens and fountains, and with molding yards. Over time, the neighboring ladies began to notice and I began receiving requests for custom pieces.
Sadie, my neighbor, became my most avid customer. She would ask me to construct lagoons, complex fountains, and tropical flower beds. She was always there, asking me about my work and how I did it. She would bring me drinks and send over gifts to my house.
I would get terribly dirty working for her. There were several trees between our property and that of our neighbors. I never paid attention to my surroundings indoors until one fall. As I was walking to my bathroom while naked, I happened to look out my window as I strolled to the shower. I did a half start as I realized that Sadie was in the middle on undressing while she caught me walking by. I froze like a deer in headlights and rushed to the bathroom, thinking that it was my imagination.
Days went by after that event. I had scheduled a dinner party, leaning on one of my other skills: cooking. my wife called to say she couldn't make it, but that I should go on without her. Several neighbors showed up, including Sadie, who apologized for her husband's absence by bringing over a bottle of wine and a small keg from a local microbrewery. While most of the other guests lifted their nose at the keg, I regaled her with compliments on her taste and her thoughtfulness for remembering a beer I had spoke to her about offhandedly during one of our dreary dinner parties.
Our significant others began spending more and more time working and we developed a close bond as I began working more and more on her yard to transform it into a tropical paradise worthy of a resort in the Bahamas.
Often times, I would be working in one of our yards and glance up to see her standing in a window watching me. Other times, I had caught her watching me in my office. I began to suspect that there was something odd about her. Up until this point, I was completely ignorant of how she perceived me.
It began to dawn on me one shocking night. She had come over to ask if my wife and I would be attending her husband's yacht gala. She had brought over a pair of deck shoes and some olympic class swimming trunks, which were made of a spandex like material. I took the gifts with near indifference; I was excited about the gift, but did not think any emotion was behind it.
By this time Sadie's husband and my wife had presented us before the country clubs for acceptance and introduced us to the local yachting, garden party, and good old boys clubs, We were embraced for our significant others, but not quite accepted. Often, Sadie and I would hang out while our significant others networked, other times we would start an impromptu party within the party, becoming the event of the evening, which appalled our significant others.
I was standing at my office window when I noticed Sadie doing her yoga routine. I stared as I watched her contort her body and stand in excruciating poses. I could see her work out clothes getting sweatier and sweatier. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her come out of a pose and remove her clothing. Her body... I can't describe it properly. If you took an angel and caught her dancing ballet... that is what my first view of Sadie's body seemed to be. I was grateful for my home's wrap around windows as I hypnotically followed her to the shower. She stepped into a regal bathtub and showered without closing the blinds. I watched as she carressed every part of her self with a sea born sponge. Finally, as she was getting out of the shower, I looked away in shame.
I walked to my own shower, threw my clothes in the hamper, and took an excruciatingly cold shower. When I got out, I walked naked, half covering myself with a towel, I looked out of the hall windows, but didn't see anyone, so I dropped the cover and walked into my bedroom. I did a few stretches and walked around the room, looking for some clothes. As I scoped the room, I noticed Sadie in her workout room, naked, and staring up at me while her hand worked between her thighs.
I froze and stared down at her as the phone rang. I answered the phone in a daze to hear my wife say she had to fly to washington to examine a terrorist who was preparing for trial. When I looked back, Sadie was gone.
I dressed and headed towards my theatre when the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to answer and met Sadie there, wearing a very see through dress... a dress which showed she wore no bra or panties. I paused for a second before i could find words. I started to speak... but she rushed to envelope me in her arms and kiss me, she rubbed her crotched against mine and breathed heavily, "I've wanted you so bad." I was helpless in her embrace and could only kiss her harder. She half leaped unto me and wrapped her legs around my hips and bucked against me as I stumbled to the living room.
When I collapsed into the couch, Sadie acted like a wild animal and ripped shorts off and my shirt open. She fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Between her attention, her kindness, and her lust, I was in love. When she was done with me, she rubbed up against me and cuddled until she fell asleep. When she awoke, we fondled each other and explored each other's bodies until she got up to go.
For the next two days, I heard nothing from Sadie. Her husband and my wife came home in the next twenty four hours and my wife, for sure, acted as if nothing had happened and we'd only been apart eight hours. I was sure Sadie's husband could not look upon his wife and not be swept up in passion, but I saw him ignore her over the next day and leave to go out.
For a week after that, I would catch Sadie staring up at me while my wife was away. Sometimes she would be masturbating while she watched me walk naked down the hall. By this time, I always walked naked, for her benefit. Other times, I would see her go through her exercise routine, but turn her naked rear to my window and look back coyly at me.
One day our spouses were days late and I went over to Sadie's house as I had not seen her either. She was crying when she answered the door, saying her husband had called to let her know he had found another woman and was leaving her. I invited her over for some coffee and I sat and listened to her story... as I got up to get her another cup, she took me passionately by the back of the head and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. I froze as she began crying and describing all the times she had ever watched me and fantasized about me. I was flabbergasted and expecting my wife home any minute. When the phone rang, I scooped Sadie up in my arms and carried her to my car. We checked into a hotel and fucked like desparate singles all night. In the morning, we began lookin at houses and apartments.
We've come a long way and our upbringing is vastly different. She comes from a wealthy family and was heavily involved in upper class society. I come from a redneck background that I strove to get out of. We met in high school in the party circuit. I was the popular guy and she was the guest of a friend. We spent the whole night talking together, but we ran in different social circles and she strove to please her parents and their yuppie social elite upbringing. We promptly forgot each other.
Later in college, we met again. She was about to graduate, I had just started school after spending six years of my life in the military and fighting for our country.
We dated and I was the leader, taking her to parties, basicly being the social committee in a relationship of two. I supported her with my savings and odd jobs while she was still in school, by this time we had moved in together. After our first two years of dating, she was about to graduate. She pushed for a short engagement and quick marriage. We did so, but once she had graduated, she changed.
All of a sudden, all of our differences became more prenounced and she assumed a different attitude. I was wrong about everything, I wasn't providing enough, I came from a poor and uneducated background, I basicly wasn't good enough.
Somehow, we made the relationship last.
I worked on my personal project and dreamed of respect, fame, and riches while she toiled in a clinical environment. While I dreamed, she researched wildly, trying to find a subject that she could get published about. In between doing contract work for established video game studios and odd jobs for local businesses that needed websites, IT work, computer engineering and infrastructure work I did other jobs hailing back to my upbringing. While it paid our bills and specifically for her school, she became disgusted that I would work on farms, do landscaping, or cut down trees while married to her... as if I tarnished both her and her family's reputation by trying to provide for her in the best way I knew.
Our relationship weakened slowly; I did my best to live up to her needs, but my work never exceeded her wants. Gradually it became more than I could bear. I theorized that maybe her busy lifestyle could use with a social upgrade. With this in mind, I began introducing ourselves to the neighbors and inviting them over for various soirees. My attempts were first met with glee while she tried to up her standing in the community, but later were met with arguements when she became more focused on a promotion after she graduated with her Master's.
Though she spent less and less time at home after her career began to take off, she fought with me more and more of our alone time together.
We began to sleep in different rooms. I slept in my office, she slept in our bedroom - but she did so less and less. Often, I would get the call or a note that she was called to go on a research trip suddenly. She would leave messages telling me she missed me.
Over time, her work plans began to overlap our dinner party plans. That is how I met Sadie. She was about my age at twenty three, just two years younger than me, and had the body of an eighteen year old cheerleader. Her husband was just like my wife. He was a marketing executive from a wealthy family who got promoted through his father's connections. Within two years of graduating, he was making a hundred thousand a year and was a junior executive. Sadie, on the other hand, came from a background similar to mine and was community minded as I was a dreamer. She skipped grades in school and went to college early, studying pre med biology and graduating, then going on to med school at the age of nineteen. His father provided the money for their house, cars, and community dues such as the country club, ball room society, and so forth - all the elitist and exclusive upper class privileges I had learned to hate.
In my free time I worked on projects in my garage/workshop. I had grown up doing landscaping and was fascinated with asian gardening, water gardens and fountains, and with molding yards. Over time, the neighboring ladies began to notice and I began receiving requests for custom pieces.
Sadie, my neighbor, became my most avid customer. She would ask me to construct lagoons, complex fountains, and tropical flower beds. She was always there, asking me about my work and how I did it. She would bring me drinks and send over gifts to my house.
I would get terribly dirty working for her. There were several trees between our property and that of our neighbors. I never paid attention to my surroundings indoors until one fall. As I was walking to my bathroom while naked, I happened to look out my window as I strolled to the shower. I did a half start as I realized that Sadie was in the middle on undressing while she caught me walking by. I froze like a deer in headlights and rushed to the bathroom, thinking that it was my imagination.
Days went by after that event. I had scheduled a dinner party, leaning on one of my other skills: cooking. my wife called to say she couldn't make it, but that I should go on without her. Several neighbors showed up, including Sadie, who apologized for her husband's absence by bringing over a bottle of wine and a small keg from a local microbrewery. While most of the other guests lifted their nose at the keg, I regaled her with compliments on her taste and her thoughtfulness for remembering a beer I had spoke to her about offhandedly during one of our dreary dinner parties.
Our significant others began spending more and more time working and we developed a close bond as I began working more and more on her yard to transform it into a tropical paradise worthy of a resort in the Bahamas.
Often times, I would be working in one of our yards and glance up to see her standing in a window watching me. Other times, I had caught her watching me in my office. I began to suspect that there was something odd about her. Up until this point, I was completely ignorant of how she perceived me.
It began to dawn on me one shocking night. She had come over to ask if my wife and I would be attending her husband's yacht gala. She had brought over a pair of deck shoes and some olympic class swimming trunks, which were made of a spandex like material. I took the gifts with near indifference; I was excited about the gift, but did not think any emotion was behind it.
By this time Sadie's husband and my wife had presented us before the country clubs for acceptance and introduced us to the local yachting, garden party, and good old boys clubs, We were embraced for our significant others, but not quite accepted. Often, Sadie and I would hang out while our significant others networked, other times we would start an impromptu party within the party, becoming the event of the evening, which appalled our significant others.
I was standing at my office window when I noticed Sadie doing her yoga routine. I stared as I watched her contort her body and stand in excruciating poses. I could see her work out clothes getting sweatier and sweatier. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her come out of a pose and remove her clothing. Her body... I can't describe it properly. If you took an angel and caught her dancing ballet... that is what my first view of Sadie's body seemed to be. I was grateful for my home's wrap around windows as I hypnotically followed her to the shower. She stepped into a regal bathtub and showered without closing the blinds. I watched as she carressed every part of her self with a sea born sponge. Finally, as she was getting out of the shower, I looked away in shame.
I walked to my own shower, threw my clothes in the hamper, and took an excruciatingly cold shower. When I got out, I walked naked, half covering myself with a towel, I looked out of the hall windows, but didn't see anyone, so I dropped the cover and walked into my bedroom. I did a few stretches and walked around the room, looking for some clothes. As I scoped the room, I noticed Sadie in her workout room, naked, and staring up at me while her hand worked between her thighs.
I froze and stared down at her as the phone rang. I answered the phone in a daze to hear my wife say she had to fly to washington to examine a terrorist who was preparing for trial. When I looked back, Sadie was gone.
I dressed and headed towards my theatre when the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to answer and met Sadie there, wearing a very see through dress... a dress which showed she wore no bra or panties. I paused for a second before i could find words. I started to speak... but she rushed to envelope me in her arms and kiss me, she rubbed her crotched against mine and breathed heavily, "I've wanted you so bad." I was helpless in her embrace and could only kiss her harder. She half leaped unto me and wrapped her legs around my hips and bucked against me as I stumbled to the living room.
When I collapsed into the couch, Sadie acted like a wild animal and ripped shorts off and my shirt open. She fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Between her attention, her kindness, and her lust, I was in love. When she was done with me, she rubbed up against me and cuddled until she fell asleep. When she awoke, we fondled each other and explored each other's bodies until she got up to go.
For the next two days, I heard nothing from Sadie. Her husband and my wife came home in the next twenty four hours and my wife, for sure, acted as if nothing had happened and we'd only been apart eight hours. I was sure Sadie's husband could not look upon his wife and not be swept up in passion, but I saw him ignore her over the next day and leave to go out.
For a week after that, I would catch Sadie staring up at me while my wife was away. Sometimes she would be masturbating while she watched me walk naked down the hall. By this time, I always walked naked, for her benefit. Other times, I would see her go through her exercise routine, but turn her naked rear to my window and look back coyly at me.
One day our spouses were days late and I went over to Sadie's house as I had not seen her either. She was crying when she answered the door, saying her husband had called to let her know he had found another woman and was leaving her. I invited her over for some coffee and I sat and listened to her story... as I got up to get her another cup, she took me passionately by the back of the head and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. I froze as she began crying and describing all the times she had ever watched me and fantasized about me. I was flabbergasted and expecting my wife home any minute. When the phone rang, I scooped Sadie up in my arms and carried her to my car. We checked into a hotel and fucked like desparate singles all night. In the morning, we began lookin at houses and apartments.
