The Sultry Housewife Next Door - Closed

[Breath of Air]

This is a closed thread between myself and Drinking Cap.

Katie Mathisen was the typical wife in a perfect marriage. Her husband, Brad, was an extremely successful business man, owning several small businesses in the area. Katie, likewise, was a stay-at-home housewife. She was absolutely beautiful, with soft brown eyes and long brown hair with a few blonde highlights. At 25, she looked like she could very well be a 21 year old model - or pornstar. She stood at about 5'5", with a knockout figure. She was slim, with legs that seemed to go on and on, but began with an incredibly tight little ass, and large, perfectly sized, full breasts that were still perky and attention-grabbing. In fact, she was probably at the height of her beauty.

But her marriage was far from perfect, in her own eyes at least. Brad, seven years her senior, was constantly out working. All the time he took extended business trips, always accompanied by his 20 year old secretary from Argentina. And then, even when he was home, he was not enthusiastic with their sex life, and even when he did get frisky with her, he never actually satisfied her.

In fact, Katie had come to realize that her own hand was better at giving her what she wanted than her husband was. But all her sexual woes were soon to change, though she didn't realize it.


It was late June, and Katie was returning from - sigh - the grocery store. She was dressed rather scantily, in an extremely see-through white dress of some light silken material. It was long sleeved, but only travelled about a foot and a half past her hips. If it wasn't for her white bra and thong, her nipples and waxed pussy would have been totally visable. In fact, wearing such clothing was one of the few things that really gave her any excitement any more.

After parking in the driveway of her grand house in the prestigious gated community in which she lived, Katie shut off the ignition of her yellow Lotus Elise, and stepped out of the car, taking off her sunglasses.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Matthew Ferguson felt the air burning in his lungs as he pushed himself to keep running. He was close to his house now and he knew his time was good. Matt was a mile runner for Jefferson High School's track and field team and now that school had let out he wasn't about to fall out of shape. He felt the burn and pushed past it. He loved the feeling of ignoring that pain, finding the extra level of stamina. Upon moving into the exclusive community of Rockwood Acres a days ago, Matt had counted off the the half mile distance from his house to a point a few feet in front of the front gates and every day he ran it three times. It kept him in shape, kept him in practice and, best of all, it kept his mind off of Leah.

Leah had been Matt's girlfriend just a few short months ago. A year his senior, Leah had really been Matt's first serious girlfriend, his first love. When school let out, Leah had dumped him unceremoniously. Saying that with her going to College next year and with Matt having one more year of High School, having a boyfriend back home would have just "tied her down".

No, Matthew thought as his large Tudor house came into view, running is supposed to take my mind off of her. Matt kicked his speed up a notch and his front porch got closer and closer until, finally, he collapsed onto it. The harsh June sun had been on him the entire length of his run and he was covered in sweat. His sandy blonde hair was covering his clinging to his face, the bangs just falling in front of his eyes.

"Time?" Matt asked, his chest heaving as he was out of breath.

"4 minutes, 40 seconds" came the female voice. "God Matt, you'd think you would just carry your own frigging watch."

Matt sat up on the stairs and looked to his 15 year old sister Anne. She was sitting on the porch, her dyed blue hair cut short and glasses framing her round face.

"Four fourty eh?" Matt couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. The State title time was only about a half minute better and it had been his third run of the day. Anne handed Matt a large glass with some Orange liquid in it. Matt took the protein shake and took a large swig. His 6'1 frame had filled out this year, going form the skinny 150 lbs youth he'd been to 175 lbs of wiry, well toned muscle and he wanted to put on a few more pounds before the summer ended. Matt looked down at the table in front of Anne and saw that she'd brought out the portable phone with her.

"Did she call?" Matt asked hopefully. Anne just looked up at him with a look of scorn.

"For the millionth time no. She's moved on Matty, get over it." She said before turning back to her book. Matt sank into the seat beside her with a glum look on his face.

"How could she not call. We were together for two years." Matt said angrily, his eyes on the phone. Anne put her book down and put a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Matt, you're my brother and I love you and I know that breaking up with Leah hurt." Anne said sweetly "But I swear to god, if I have to listen to you bitch and moan about her one more time I'm going to slit my wrists."

Matt looked over to his sister. Her compassionate tone of voice hadn't changed and there was a smile on her lips as she said this.

"Thanks, Annie, I knew I could count on you for support." Matt said sarcastically

"What are sisters for?" Anne said as she picked her book back up. Just then a small yellow sports car pulled into the driveway of the house next door.

"Neighbours?" Matt asked his sister. anne looked over her book at the car.

"Yeah. They came over and met the 'rents the other night when you were at Greg's." Anne nodded before turning back to her reading. The car came to a stop and Matt couldn't believe the sight of the woman who got out. Long brown hair and an angellic face capped off with a body that could only be decribed as insanely hot. Matt stared openly at her long, smooth legs as she got out of her car. The thin white dress she was wearing clung to her beautifully. Matt stood up as he saw her walk to the back of her car and grab a bag from her trunk.

"Wow." The word came from Matt's lips in a genuine tone of astonishment. Anne put her book down, looked to the neighbour and then looked back to Matt.

"Oh, keep it in your pants, pig." She chuckled.

"She's got groceries. The neighbourly thing to do would be to help her with her groceries." Matt said as he watched at the way his neighbour's tight, rounded ass pressed against the back of her dress as she bent over. He felt his cock stir to life.

"Matt, please, I know I've been telling you to move on with your life but she's married. To a gorgeous man. Who could probably break you into pieces."

Matt ignored her and took a look at his reflection in the mirror. He straightened his hair from his face so that his green eyes were visible.

"I'm just going to help her with her groceries." He said as he walked towards the end of the porch. "I don't reek, do I?"

"Only of desperation" Anne shook her head before standing up. "I'm not going to sit here and watch you make an ass of yourself."

Matt watched as his sister walked into his house. He did a quick check of his breath before he walked down his driveway. He turned around the fence seperating their houses and walked up towards her car. Hearing his footsteps, she turned around and Matt found himself face to face with the gorgeous woman. He was much taller than her, so in looking down to her, Matt had to fight the urge to stare at the deep valley of her cleavage. Matt lost himself in thought for a moment before extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm Matt. Matt Ferguson. From next door. I couldn't help but notice you've got quite a load of groceries there and I'd be more than willing to help you get them into the house."

 

[Breath of Air]

Katie Mathisen

Katie streched slightly got out of her car, like a cat, before moving back to the trunk. She had only gotten one bag out before hearing footsteps behind her. She turned, wondering who would be approaching her - she hardly knew anyone here in this neighborhood, and none of her girlfriends had called to say they were coming over.

It was, in fact, a young man - probably high school. He was a tall, rather well-built young man, and Katie found him to be rather handsome, actually. Katie permitted herself a small smile; he bore the unmistakeable expression that he had just been checking her out. Katie didn't mind in the least - she loved such attention.

For a moment he seemed to be collecting his thoughts, and Katie allowed him time to do so.

"Hi, I'm Matt. Matt Ferguson. From next door. I couldn't help but notice you've got quite a load of groceries there and I'd be more than willing to help you get them into the house."

Katie smiled again, revealing flawless pearly-white teeth. "That would be wonderful, thank you so much. I'm Katie Mathisen. I think I met your parents a few nights ago. They mentioned you but weren't at home."

She shook his hand briefly, then gestured to the groceries, taking a few for herself and leaving the rest to him. After a short walk through the garage (where a Porche and a 1965 El Camino rested), Katie opened the door to the house. She led the way through the laundry room, down a hallway, and into the kitchen.

The entire house gave an impression of opulence, expertly decorated with apparently no regard to cost. The kitchen was beautiful, with black marble countertops, expensive appliances, and huge bay windows. Katie deposited her load of groceries, then turned to face Matt.

"I'd introduce you to my husband, Brad, but he's out of town for the next two weeks." She did her best to keep the bitterness out of her voice. "Just left yesterday." She smiled slightly again, looking him over. "So, are you out for the summer?"