The Woman Next Door

[Bill525]

Closed for Veroe​

IC: Ryan Lewis

Ryan Lewis had the perfect life, or at least he thought so. Everything he had wanted had become a reality and he could not imagine wanting anything more. He married the woman of his dreams, Michelle, after college. The decided to move to the city of New Haven, buying an apartment in the city while they both looked to start their careers and life together. Eventually that turned into Ryan getting hired as a teacher just outside the city, in a nice suburban town. Ryan was hired to be the new physical education teacher and basketball coach. It was his dream job, teaching and coaching the sport he played growing up. He could not have been happier, and it made it even better to be sharing it with Michelle.

Ten years flew by, and the couple grew into a small family. They moved into a family oriented community just outside of New Haven. One where they could grow and start a family. The house was amazing, and they loved their neighbors. Soon after Ryan and Michelle had their first child, a young daughter. They could not be any more happy. Still living at the house they bought together, they now had a young daughter and a brand new baby boy. Their lives seemed perfect.

That was, until their neighbors for the last ten years decided to move out. It hurt Michelle, since the wife next door had become close friends with her. Unfortunately, the husbands job had required them to move and now the empty house next door worried Michelle. She just hoped the new family that moved in next door would be a good one.

Her fears rose when the sold sign went up on the house. Ryan and Michelle continued with their everyday life, but as they watched the moving truck show up, it became evident that their new neighbor was not going to be a small family. Instead, it was going to be a single woman.

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"I just don't understand how a single woman can afford to move into this neighborhood, or why she would even want to?," Michelle complained one night to Ryan while they were sitting in bed. Ryan smiled, trying to ease his wife's fears, "Sweetie, I am sure she is going to be great..... this is a good place to live.... maybe she is dating someone and plans to get married to him one day.... who knows, but it will be fine, I know it."

Ryan was never one to worry too much, while Michelle was always suspicious of everything. The next day was a Saturday, and Michelle was getting up early to take the kids to a friends party. Ryan was going to stop by the party later, but he had basketball practice in the morning at the school. Ryan woke up early, 6:00 am to go on his morning jog. He put on a pair of basketball shorts, a t-shirt with a hoodie over it, and a pair of running shoes. He put in his headphones and began his trail around the neighborhood.

It was weird to him that he had not seen much of his new neighbor. She had only been at the house for a view days, but seemed to be staying inside or not staying at the house at first. Ryan did not worry too much about it, he figured this weekend would be a perfect time to introduce himself. After his run, he came back down the street, surprised to see the new neighbor just pulling into her driveway. He looked at his watch, wondering where she was all night, but he shook the thought out of his head.

As he approached his driveway, he began to slow, seeing her getting out of her car. He smiled, "Good morning," he said in a friendly tone as he began to walk up his own driveway. Hoping this would be the first of many friendly interactions with the woman next door.

 

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IC: Cassandra Delacorte

Cassandra was an erotica writer-correction: a best-selling erotica writer. No, it hadn't been her first job involving sex, nor had it been her second or third, but it paid for this homey little house deep in suburbia. She had moved in from her apartment downtown in the city just a few days ago, and she supposed that she should've gotten started on the gargantuan task of unpacking all those boxes but instead she went out on and had some fun. She'd already forgot their names, but there was a young and adorable redhead that made the softest sighs when receiving cunnilingus and the most deviously nimblest of tongues when giving it, and a young black bull of a man with a nine inch cock and the stamina of a god.

Last night she had treated herself to the very best of both worlds and was just pulling the Aston Martin, a gift from a wealthy client in her career as an escort, into the driveway of her new home early the next morning. She could go to bed and get some sleep or maybe get started on tackling all those damnable boxes. Even then her work wasn't over. She really needed a total rewrite on that pesky ending in chapter eleven by the end of the week or that absolute sadist, and not the fun kind of sadist, of Charlie, her editor would flay her mercilessly with a cat of nine tails, and not in the fun way either.

She climbed out of the British sports car and yawned. Looks like sleeping in was winning over doing any sort of work this morning. She closed the door of the Vanquish and headed for the front door fumbling in her clutch for the keys.

"Good morning," Someone called from the yard in front of the house next door.

Cassandra stopped and turned to look at the man in jogging apparel. As a professional escort she had learned to read people, especially men, at a glance. This man...might as well be an open book to her...boring job, boring house, boring car, boring wife, boring life. Poor guy, he woke up early to jog, that was adorably predictable for his type. Bet had one...no two...one child and a new baby...yes...the baby food stain on the hoodie said he either had a roleplaying as baby fetish like the client that had given her the gift of the Aston Martin or that shirt hoodie was a casualty of some spat up strained peas recently.

To his greeting she replied, "And just what's so good about this morning?"

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"And just what's so good about this morning?," she said to his greeting. Ryan stopped and looked over at his new neighbor. She looked like she had a long night. Her fancy sports car in the driveway let him know that she had money. However, he could have guessed that with her buying a large house that was built for a family. He shook his head, looking up at the sun that was shining. "Well..... how about the fact that it is a nice day out.... a little early.... but still nice..." he smiled at her.

He was a friendly guy, and as he looked at his neighbor, dressed like she just had a long night out partying, he figured she barely slept, if she slept at all. "I am sorry, I haven't come over to introduce myself..... but I am Ryan..... welcome to the neighborhood...." he said grinning at her. He was interested in his new neighbor. It had nothing to do with her being a very attractive younger woman. No, it was more why she decided that a family neighborhood like this one was the right one for her.

He figured by looking at her that living in the city would be more her style. She seemed like the type of woman that liked the night life, or at least did not mind it. He moved over to the small fence that separated their yards, so they did not have to yell as loud. "My wife Michelle is inside... probably with the kids..... we were planning on stopping over soon to properly welcome you to the neighborhood," he admitted.

"Not so easy with two kids to find the time to welcome the new neighbor...... I hope the move has been going well...." he said trying to be friendly. He looked his new neighbor over again, his eyes moving over her gorgeous body. He wondered if maybe she had an ex-husband. That would explain the moving into a family neighborhood thing. He was not sure, but he was interested to find out more about her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

To his greeting she replied, "And just what's so good about this morning?"

Cassandra took a moment to look him over again. This man was kinda in a suburban dad, respectable married man sort of way. She could have some fun tearing him apart, but she was seriously sleep deprived and she felt her bed calling her.

In answer to her question the man shook his head, looking up at the sun just peeking over the trees behind their houses. "Well..... how about the fact that it is a nice day out.... a little early.... but still nice..." he smiled at her.

"I'm too beat and hungover to even process the ridiculous optimism behind that." she shook her head. Big mistake the vodka she drank freely was starting to come back up and shaking her head like that had done anything but help that process.

"I am sorry, I haven't come over to introduce myself..... but I am Ryan....." He said with a pleasant smile on his face, "...welcome to the neighborhood...."

"You actually do that here," She asked with a deriding laugh, "I thought that whole welcome to the neighborhood schtick was an outdated sitcom trope. When should I expect you and your wife with freshly baked cookies knocking at my door so you can snoop around in my house for gossip on the mysterious new woman in the neighborhood to fill the boring lives you live here."

"My wife Michelle is inside... probably with the kids....." He continued gesturing back to his house, "We were planning on stopping over soon to properly welcome you to the neighborhood. Not so easy with two kids to find the time to welcome the new neighbor..."

She rolled her eyes and forced herself to apologize. "Sorry that was the vodka talking." She stepped over to him holding out a hand for him to shake. "The name's Cassandra."

"I hope the move has been going well...." He said his eyes sweeping over her body.

Cassandra knew what she looked like. Her body had always been her first and most effective weapons in her life. Also she knew when a man was checking her out too. Normally she'd consider playing around with him, but right now her bed was calling her.

To his question she shrugged, "I moved here to get away from it all, all the noise and bullshit going on in the city, but it's too damned quiet here...I find myself going back to..." She stopped herself and after a moment she looked at Ryan saying, "I'll just have to adjust maybe find ways to have some fun right here."

She turned back towards her front door. "Well I'm going to catch up on some sleep...Take care Ryan, and for what its worth thanks for the warm welcome."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"I'm too beat and hungover to even process the ridiculous optimism behind that," she responded to his comment about the nice morning. Ryan was a bit taken back by her annoyance with him. Sure, it was the first time he had met her, and she obviously had been out late the night before. However, he figured she would at least want to get to know the neighbors a bit. As he continued with his apology for not introducing himself earlier, her response caught him off guard again.

"You actually do that here. I thought the whole welcome to the neighborhood schtick was an outdated sitcom trope. When should I expect you and your wife with freshly baked cookies knocking at my door so you can snoop around in my house for gossip on the mysterious new woman in the neighborhood to fill the boring lives you live here," she said.

Ryan gave her a look, and shook his head. "Well, I was going to invite you over.... but if you do not want to meet the neighbors...." he began before speaking about his wife and the kids being inside. He watched as her facial expressions changed a bit and she lead with an apology.

"Sorry that was the vodka talking. The name's Cassandra."

Finally an introduction. Ryan slid his hand into hers and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you Cassandra..... I am sorry for being so annoying so early in the morning," he joked as he looked at his new neighbor.

"Well I'm going to catch up on some sleep...Take care Ryan, and for what its worth thanks for the warm welcome," she said as she began to walk toward her front door. Ryan smiled, "I hope you get some rest...... take care Cassandra.... I will talk to Michelle about when we can have you over so you can snoop around our place," he joked as he watched her opening her front door.

With that, Ryan headed inside his own house in order to shower and get ready for the day.
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Michelle left the house while Ryan was in the shower to head to the party. He had to get ready for practice, so he took his time showering. After getting out of the shower, he put on a New Haven High School Basketball polo and a pair of khaki pants, with a belt. He was moving around his room finishing up his getting ready. As he moved to the window, he saw the house next door. It just so happened that Ryan's bedroom window had a view right into one of Cassandra's windows.

As he looked out the window, he wondered about his new neighbor. She no doubt was sleeping off her partying from last night right now, but what brought her to the neighborhood. He wondered what her story was, and found himself being interested in her. Their interaction earlier peaked his interest, mostly because she seemed so put off by his friendliness.

 

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IC: Cassandra Delacorte

She turned back towards her front door. "Well I'm going to catch up on some sleep...Take care Ryan, and for what its worth thanks for the warm welcome."

"I hope you get some rest...take care Cassandra...." He replied as she walked away from him. "I will talk to Michelle about when we can have you over so you can snoop around our place,"

She laughed at the joke at her earlier vodka-fueled bitchiness as she came up to her front door smiling over to him, "Be careful I just might do that."

She unlocked the door and entered her brand new house. She ignored the stacks of unpacked boxes and peeled out of her clothes and fell into her bed. She was asleep without even pulling the blankets over her naked body.

It was much later that day she woke up stretching groggily. She grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it loosely over her naked body. She padded out of the bedroom for the kitchen and a bottle of water. She drank the water leaning against the island in her kitchen looking out the glass doors to the patio and pool and backyard of her house. The sun was sinking now and the sky was starting to gain that orange-reddish cast just before sunset.

Suddenly a soccer ball flew over her fence and landed in her pool. She stepped up walking out onto the pool. Bending down she reached for the ball floating in the water. Taking hold of the ball she got back up and saw Ryan staring at her over the fence speechless. Looking down she realized that the robe she'd loosely tied had fallen open giving him quite an eye full of her naked body.

"Daddy," A voice from behind the fence called up to him, "Do you see the ball or not?"

She met his eyes pulling the robe closed over herself. She smirked mischievously, "Head's up."

She threw the ball straight for Ryan's face.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

Be careful I just might do that." That was Cassandra's final words before heading inside and leaving Ryan to wonder about his new neighbor. He feared the first interaction was not going well, but by the end of it, he felt a bit more comfortable with his new neighbor, even though he knew very little about her.

After looking out the window at Cassandra's house, Ryan left and got on with his day. He spent a few hours at basketball practice, coaching the team. After practice he rushed to the party to meet his wife and kids. The party was boring, and Ryan wanted to go home and relax, but he put on a smile and tried to pretend like he was enjoying himself.

These parties were all about the kids, and all the adults at the party just wanted to gossip. A few of the neighbors from the neighborhood were there and Ryan caught Michelle talking with one of the other wive's. "So, have you met that new neighbor yet? I can't believe she is living in that house all alone....... just what we need, a young single woman in the neighborhood to party and be a bad influence on the kids," Stephanie said to Michelle. Ryan was surprised that Michelle seemed to agree with her, but at the same time, he knew that Michelle was really close with the family that lived in the house before that.

After the party, Ryan and his family headed home. Michelle went to take care of their youngest, Chase, while Ryan went out back to play with Alisha, his older daughter. They were playing soccer when Alisha gave the ball a good kick and it flew over the fence.

"Daddy, do you see the ball or not?," Alisha asked as Ryan moved to the fence to peak over. "Yeah, sweetie.... it is...." he stopped himself. His eyes found Cassandra as she bent down to take the ball out of the pool. His eyes wide and mouth open as he noticed her loose robe open, giving him a view of her amazing, naked body. As Cassandra looked up and met his eyes he saw her mischievous grin.

"Head's up..." she warned before throwing the ball at Ryan. He dodged the ball and laughed as he looked back over the fence. "Hey, sorry about that..... Alisha does not know her own power sometimes..... thank you...." Ryan said as Cassandra pulled the robe closed. He felt his eyes moving over her again, checking her out for the third time today. "How was your mid day nap?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

She met his eyes pulling the robe closed over herself. She smirked mischievously, "Head's up."

She threw the ball straight for Ryan's face.

Her aim was dead on but unfortunately so were Ryan's reflexes. He managed to dodge his head out of the way and the soccer ball sailed past him. He laughed and Cassandra found herself chuckling too as she heard a little girl's whoop at her ball being returned followed by a distracted thank you and the sound of a soccer ball being kicked into a soccer goal.

"Hey, sorry about that....." Ryan apologized with eyes still traveling over mentally recalling the glimpse of her nudity he'd been shocked with. "Alisha does not know her own power sometimes..... thank you...."

He wasn't having a indignant conniption fit or struck dumb on the spot. He got the wheel's inside his head turning again. Cassandra gave him a few points for that resilience.

If she was playing her games with Ryan he'd earn a tiny little reward for that maybe even a-well that was a bad idea. She wasn't playing her games with him, and he had a family, and they were her neighbors, and he was nice even when she was bitchy, and Cassandra was trying to be a good girl that was considerate of others for once.

Her silk robe now tightly covering her she stepped up to him. "I can see that. I bet you are quite proud of her, a credit to your genes and all."

She stopped looking his eyes. He was not undesirable. She may even have some fun drawing him deeper and deeper into her games little by little until he would do anything and everything she-

-No! Fuck, this was so hard! The old her would've found it so easy to wrap poor little Ryan around her finger and turn his entire world upside down. And she'd have a blast doing it.

Why was being nice so hard?!?

"How was your mid day nap?" He asked oblivious to the struggle going on within her.

"Reinvigorating, thanks for asking," She replied, "Actually I just got up...I'll probably stay up late tonight catching up on some editing for chapter eleven in my novel."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

As he laughed about dodging the soccer ball, he saw Cassandra chuckle as Alisha kicked the ball into a goal and let out a playful celebration for her goal. Ryan loved his daughter, and loved that she was into sports. He hoped that interest would not waver as she got older, especially since Michelle was not much into sports.

As Cassandra pulled the robe tighter around her body, Ryan could not help but notice how the robe hugged her amazing curves. She was very attractive, Ryan definitely could see that. However, where he normally did not openly check out other women, he found himself intrigued by his neighbor. Michelle was not unattractive, but she did not have the curves that Cassandra had. Her chest was not as big as his neighbors, that was for sure.

"I can see that. I bet you are quite proud of her, credit to your genes and all," Cassandra responded, much more friendly then earlier. Ryan grinned as he nodded. "Yes, I am very proud of her.... I just hope that she sticks with it...... you know, every father wants their children to be into sports...." he joked as he looked at his neighbor.

He was not the guy to flirt with other woman, but he felt comfortable around Cassandra, and liked that she seemed to be more friendly then earlier. Maybe it was because most the women in this neighborhood were so fake, it was nice to have someone that seemed to be real to talk to.

"Reinvigorating, thanks for asking. Actually I just got up... I'll probably stay up late catching up on some editing for chapter eleven in my novel," she said as she stood across from Ryan, the fence only separating them.

Ryan felt his eyes looking into Cassandra's as he smiled, "A novel? You are a writer?" He was truly interested, "That is actually quite cool..... if I do say so..... what is your novel about?," he asked as his daughter continued to play in his own back yard. Yet his interest was now fully on his new, mysterious neighbor. He was not purposefully ignoring his daughter, but for some reason he felt drawn to focus on Cassandra, even if part of him wondered what he was doing.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"Reinvigorating, thanks for asking," She replied, "Actually I just got up...I'll probably stay up late tonight catching up on some editing for chapter eleven in my novel."

"A novel? You are a writer?" He asked his interest piqued.

"Yes," She nodded, "Though I very much doubt you've read any of my work or anything you'd admit in public."

"That is actually quite cool..... if I do say so....." He continued, "What is your novel about?"

She smiled with a roll of her eyes as she mouthed the words 'what is your novel about' along with him. Every time she ever told someone about being a writer that question always immediately got asked.

She shrugged in reply, "It's the usual...guy meets girl. They hit it off. Girl takes guy home and makes him her personal boy toy. The plot centers around his internal struggle as she makes him journey deeper and deeper into sexually perverse behavior. The working title's 'Heart of depravity' as an homage to the inspiration of the novel, the classic 'Heart of Darkness', though my absolute sadist of an editor isn't sold on that title yet."

She looked at him and laughed, "You can breathe Ryan...I won't bite...much."

"I'm actually pretty good at writing erotica," She winked at him, "Made the best-seller list with my last three books and this one's by far way better than those."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"Yes, though I very much doubt you've read any of my work or anything you'd admit in public," she said as she followed up by mouthing his question about what the novel was about.

Ryan laughed at her as she teased him about his obvious question. "Okay, okay..... I am sure you get that all the time...." he said through his laughter. As she explained what her book was about, the title stood out to him.

"The working title's 'Heart of Depravity' as an homage to the inspiration of the novel, the classic 'Heart of Darkness,' thought my absolute sadist of an editor isn't sold on that title yet," she said.

"Well, I am not into those type of books, but I would very much read a novel written by a neighbor," he smiled. When Cassandra responded by laughing and saying, "You can breathe Ryan... I won't bite... much."

Ryan laughed at her comment, "Oh so you do bite though? Well..... I don't know if I feel like getting bit..." he joked with her. He was flirting with his neighbor a bit. He knew it was wrong, but he was enjoying it a little.

"I'm actually pretty good at writing erotica. Made the best-seller list with my last three books and this one's by far way better than those," she admitted. It was a humble brag, but a brag none-the-less.

"Well... I did not know we had such a famous neighbor...... although, I bet Michelle would not approve of your writing," he admitted with a smile. "I will make sure to keep the top of writing you do a secret from her.... at least until she gets to know you," he joked. He shook his head, "You have to let me read your novel..... I am very interested..." he said trying to show support for his new neighbor. However, as he stood there he felt his mind wondering about her sexual writing. He was not thinking of his daughter who was kicking the soccer ball, but instead of his neighbor. He felt his eyes drop, glancing at her large chest in your robe that was pulled tight against it. He almost thought he saw one of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"I'm actually pretty good at writing erotica," She winked at him, "Made the best-seller list with my last three books and this one's by far way better than those."

"Well, I am not into those type of books," He had declared and she smirked mockingly at him. The largest percent of her most ardent fanbase were guys that were 'not into those types of books' in public, in private however...

"Well... I did not know we had such a famous neighbor..." He continued with a smile, "Although, I bet Michelle would not approve of your writing."

"Then after you read it don't tell her about it," She replied with a 'isn't it obvious' shrug.

He said with a laugh, "I will make sure to keep the type of writing you do a secret from her.... at least until she gets to know you."

"If she does get know me," She smirked crossing her arms under her breasts, "Then your lovely wife, Michelle, will definitely not approve of me. She'd run screaming away from me dragging you and your kids behind her."

"You have to let me read your novel....." He continued and Cassandra noticed eyes drop down towards the thin silk over her breasts where her crossed arms under them had drawn the smooth fabric taut. Herr nipple was clearly poking through it. "...I am very interested..."

She bit her lip. Part of her wanted to ask him whether he would be willing to play her games. Part of her was trying to hogtie the other part and stash her in the closet of her mind. She was trying to be 'NICE', after all.

She looked him in the eye and let out a low sigh.

"Fuck it," She said, "I may be many things but 'NICE' was never one of them."

She reached up and caressed her fingers over his cheek. "Did you like what you saw of my body earlier, Ryan?"

"How badly do you want to see more," She asked him in barely above a whisper. "I'll let you look at my book, and I'll do so much more with you if you agree to play along with my games."

She turned from him, "I'll let you consider it for a few hours. Come out to the backyard at 2 am tonight if you want to proceed."

She was at the door to her kitchen before turning around to face him. "And Ryan...as an incentive...."

Untied the robe slid down her body to pool at her feet. Now entirely naked she turned and stepped inside her house and closed the glass door and locking it behind her.

 

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"Then after you read it don't tell her about it." Cassandra replied to his comment about his wife not approving of her writing. Ryan laughed at her, seeing the look she was giving him. "Yes..... I guess I could do that..... although I do not usually keep secrets from my wife," he teased back a bit. Liking the playful tone of their conversation, much different then their interaction this morning.

"If she does get to know me, then your lovely wife, Michelle, will definitely not approve of me. She'd run screaming away from me dragging you and your kids behind her," she said.

Again, Ryan laughed at her comment. His eyes staring at her as he began, "Oh please, I am sure you are not that bad..... do many wife's run away from you with their husbands in tow?" He looked at her playfully, again flirting a bit, but enjoying the interaction.

As Cassandra reached up and caressed her fingers over her cheek, he was a bit shocked. He heard her voice, soft and seductive as she asked him if he liked what he saw of her body earlier.

"How badly do you want to see more. I'll let you look at my book, and I'll do so much more with you if you agree to play along with my games," she tempted.

"Games...... I don't know what you think...." Ryan began as Cassandra turned from him and began to walk away.

"I'll let you consider it for a few hours. Come out to the backyard at 2 am tonight if you want to proceed," she said.

Ryan was in shock as he began, "Wait Cassandra..... I am not playing games.... I am not that type of guy to do stuff with another woman," he began as she made it to her door. As she stopped, he heard her final incentive offer, then watched as she dropped her robe down to show him her amazing naked body.

Ryan's eyes looked over her gorgeous figure, shocked at what his new neighbor was doing. He watched in awe as she moved into her house, closing the door and locking it. He watched until she disappeared out of sight, the image of her amazing body now burned into his head. It took Ryan a few minutes before he shook himself out of the spell.

Ryan returned to his daughter and tried to clear his head, but the image of Cassandra's body still was filed in his mind. After finishing their game, the two headed inside for the night. Ryan and his family sat down for dinner, before the normal nightly routine began. Michelle and Ryan put the kids to sleep, and then they began to get ready for bed themselves. It had been a while since they had an actual night alone.

As Michelle was getting ready, Ryan began to rub his wife's shoulders. He knew the image of Cassandra was in his head, and he hoped some alone time with his wife may fix that. However, his young son changed that when he began to cry. The rest of the night was filled with the couple taking turns trying to put him down to sleep.

As they both went to bed, Ryan wondered if he would actually head out to meet Cassandra. He knew he couldn't and that was the end of it. At 1:30 am, Chase woke up crying again. Ryan woke up to take care of him, and as he held his son and comforted, he looked out the back window toward Cassandra's yard. That was when he decided he would head out and at least tell his new neighbor that he was not going to play her games.

At 2:00 am he put his son down and let him sleep. Ryan then snuck out toward the back yard. He was in a pair of basketball shorts, boxers, and a t-shirt, just what he slept in. As he walked out back, he wondered what Cassandra had in mind in the first place.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

Having slept all morning and into the evening Cassandra had been up since retrieving her neighbor's errant soccer ball. It was good as far as she concerned too. She was always more of a night owl than morning person, and she always did her very best writing in the wee hours of the morning anyway.

Once leaving Ryan and entering her house she took a good long hot shower and then did her excersize and her yoga routine. Then she gotten dressed in a comfortable pair of Levis and a buttoned up shirt she'd left unbuttoned save for the bottom two button so anyone could look at her and see a wealth of cleavage and the fact that she was not wearing a bra and then went back downstairs for a light supper.

She fixed a sandwich in the kitchen for herself and by midnight she took her laptop and opened the kitchen door to step outside to sit at her patio table for some writing with a bottle of merlot in hand. She had her phone to tell her how close to the hour of decision it was for Ryan.

But then she got enwrapped with her muse working on the ending of chapter eleven and starting on chapter twelve.

It was so quiet out here. She was use to the sounds of a city that never slept. She'd write all night to the sounds of traffic and ambulances and police sirens. Not so out here. All she had here in the suburbs were the serenade of crickets and the dance of fireflies.

She had just gotten to the scene where Jason, the hero of her book was getting fucked in the ass for the first time by his lover, Lily, sporting a strap-on very similar to the type she preferred to use as well. She looked at her phone.

2AM.

The corner of her lips quirked upward in a smirk of self-satisfaction as she heard the opening and closing of the backdoor in the yard next door. She knew he'd come. The bait was just too tempting for him not to.

Without looking away from the computer screen she said, "Good evening, Ryan. Are you prepared for your first game with me?"

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

Ryan exited his house quietly, letting the door shut as the cool air of the night touched his skin. He sighed as he heard the sound of his backdoor shutting behind him, filling the quiet night air. He knew it did not shut loud, but part of him worried his wife would hear it. He was not sure why he was so worried. He did not come out here to cheat on her, he came out here because his new neighbor interested him and he wondered what she meant.

He was lying to himself as he walked down his back porch, toward the stairs to enter his yard. He was intrigued by her amazing body, and he was curious at what she could have possibly meant by her 'game'. As he walked into the grass, he saw the faint light coming from Cassandra's back yard. She was sitting on her lap top, typing away as he approached the fence. He was about to speak when he heard her soft voice calling out to him.

"Good evening, Ryan. Are you prepared for your first game with me?," she said as she did not look away from the computer.

Ryan shook his head, "What are these games? What is the point of them?," he asked intrigued as he stopped at the fence, looking over at Cassandra. He stared at her, her back to him as she typed away at the laptop. He shook his head, "I am sorry..... I am not sure I am into a game that could get me into trouble...." he admitted as he was intrigued at the possibilities of what she had planned for him.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

Without looking away from the computer screen she said, "Good evening, Ryan. Are you prepared for your first game with me?"

In response he peeked over the fence like he had earlier that day when looking for his daughter's errant soccer ball. He shook his head asking, "What are these games? What is the point of them?"

She turned to look at him pressing save on her progress in chapter twelve so far. "Just something I do with others to have fun...and I'll give you three guesses what definition of the word fun I mean."

She got up and crossed over to stand before him the wooden picket fence the only thing between them. She crossed her arms and regarded him coolly. "I think you already know what the point of my games are. You just don't want to admit how excited the idea makes you."

"I am sorry....." He said surmising her meaning, "I am not sure I am into a game that could get me into trouble...."

She laughed, "You already are. You made the first move in our game coming out here, Ryan."

"What if I told you I'll grant three wishes from you right now," She asked, "Anything you desire I will do without hesitation or reluctance tonight. You could ask me for anything and I will do it, but you only get three...so make them good ones."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"What are these games? What is the point of them?," he asked as he watched Cassandra turn from her computer. He saw her finger pressing a button as she saved her work before her eyes fell on him. He looked at her, noticing her body in her outfit from the dim light of her computer.

"Just something I do with other to have fun... and I'll give you three guesses what definition of the word fun I mean," she said as he looked at her.

Ryan shook his head, "I do not think I need three guesses, but I am sorry. I am not sure I am into a game that could get me into trouble...." he responded to her. He heard her laugh through the quiet, dark night as she made it clear he was already playing her game.

"You already are. You made the first move in our game coming out here, Ryan. What if I told you I'll grant three wishes from you right now. Anything you desire I will do without hesitation or reluctance tonight. You could ask me for anything and I will do it, but you only get three.... so make them good ones," she tempted him.

Ryan was confused, he looked at her as his mind raced. "Cassandra...... I do not know who you take me for..... but I am not a guy that is looking to cheat on his wife...." he said softly. He looked her over, her outfit showing off her cleavage, and his eyes moved to her chest. He was shocked at how sexy she was dressed, something his wife would never do.

Ryan was a good man, he knew he was. He did not want to hurt his wife or ruin anything with his family. However, like any man in this situation, he felt his mind racing as he considered Cassandra's offer. It had been quite a while since Ryan and his wife were intimate. With two kids, one being young, it was hard to find alone time. Ryan found himself wondering what Cassandra had to offer. Would these games give him some relief from all his sexual frustration?

No, he thought to himself. He could not do that. Whatever relief may come from giving into temptation would only bring about stress and guilt. He could not give in to her on this. He smiled, "I am sorry..... I do not know if there is anything I would wish for from you...." he said from over the fence.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"What if I told you I'll grant three wishes from you right now," She asked, "Anything you desire I will do without hesitation or reluctance tonight. You could ask me for anything and I will do it, but you only get three...so make them good ones."

"Cassandra...… I do not know who you take me for....." Ryan replied with a confused expression on his face, "But I am not a guy that is looking to cheat on his wife...."

His eyes swept over her taking in the jeans and buttoned down dress shirt she wore left open all the way down to her belly button exhibiting a wealth of cleavage uninhibited by a bra.

Ignoring his words and feeling his eyes on her breasts she raised her hands and cupped them. "Would you like to see them, Ryan? Would you like to touch them?" She coyly slid a hand under the shirt to roll her finger over a nipple. "You can, you know. All you have to do is say you want it and I'll let you."

"I am sorry....." He told her with a polite smile on his face, "I do not know if there is anything I would wish for from you...."

"Then you wouldn't have come out here tonight," She came back rolling that nipple underneath her shirt between thumb and finger, "If its not this that drew you out in your backyard in the middle of the night then what is it?"

Cassandra's eyes never drifted from his as she gave a soft sigh as thumb and finger pinched the nipple deliciously, "It was not just idle curiosity about me...no...you wanted something from me.."

Her hand left her breast raising it up to her lips. Her tongue reached out sweeping over it before going back down to tease the other nipple right there in front of him. "Tell me, what compelled you to come out here tonight? What do want from me?"

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

Ryan felt his eyes moving over her body. Her jeans tight to her skin, while the button down dress shirt was left wide open, leaving nothing to his imagination. He could see her amazing cleavage, down to her flat stomach and sexy belly button. The thought of her not wearing a bra only drove his mind to race more.

She noticed his eyes on her breasts and Ryan watched as her hands slid up to cup them for him. "Would you like to see them, Ryan? Would you like to touch them? You can, you know. All you have to do is say you want it and I'll let you," she responded. He watched as her hands moved under her shirt. The motion of her fingers showing that she was rolling her nipple for him.

Ryan gasped, his mind racing as he began. "I am sorry...... I do not know if there is anything I would wish for from you...." he said. Of course, he was lying in the moment. Part of him wanted to ask her to let him touch her breasts. His wife did not have breasts nearly as big as Cassandra's. A part of him wanted to give into the urges to ask her to use her chest to get him off, to fuck his cock with her amazing set of tits.

"Then you wouldn't have come out her tonight. If its not this that drew you out in your backyard in the middle of the night, then what is it?," she said, pulling Ryan out of his trance as he stared at her fingers rolling her nipples for him.

"I....I..... came out here...... because..." he began before Cassandra interrupted him again. Her soft sigh as she spoke drew his attention, "It was not just idle curiosity about me.... no... you wanted something from me...."

Ryan watched as her hand slipped out of her shirt. His eyes following as it slipped up to her lips. He saw her tongue reach out and sweep over it before it returned to tease her other nipple right in front of him.

"Tell me, what compelled you to come out here tonight? What do you want from me?," she said softly.

"Cassandra, I..... I came out here because I wanted to tell you I am not here to play games...." he spoke softly. Again, his eyes focused on the work her finger was doing to her nipple. "But also, curious..... this game...... I don't know if I want to play it..... but...." he said again. His curiosity getting the best of him. "I guess the thought of this game interested me...... I am a good man Cassandra...." he spoke. However, he knew he couldn't be that good. How could he be? He was standing at the fence, with his cock starting to get hard as he thought about giving into his neighbor and asking her to let him fondle and fuck her breasts.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"Then you wouldn't have come out here tonight," She came back rolling that nipple underneath her shirt between thumb and finger, "If its not this that drew you out in your backyard in the middle of the night then what is it?"

"I....I..... came out here...… because..." he began but Cassandra cut him off in mid-dissemble.

Her hand left her breast raising it up to her lips. Her tongue reached out sweeping over it before going back down to tease the other nipple right there in front of him. "Tell me, what compelled you to come out here tonight? What do want from me?"

"Cassandra, I..... I came out here because I wanted to tell you I am not here to play games...." He told her even though his eyes never left what her fingers were doing to her nipple behind the veil of the fabric of her shirt. "But also, curious..... this game...… I don't know if I want to play it..... but....I guess the thought of this game interested me...… I am a good man Cassandra...."

"A good man are you," She asked deciding to play with this self-delusion of his. Lifting her hand to her mouth again this time she parted her lips a slid one finger inside between them. Sucking on it licking it suggestively like she would do to the straining erection in his pants. She slipped the finger out of her mouth coated liberally in her saliva.

Leisurely the finger traced a line down the column of her throat down to her chest slowly heading southward. "Alright, let's say you are such a thing as this mythical 'good man'. What would a 'good man' do in this situation, Ryan?"

The finger migrated down into the valley between the full swells of her breasts travelling downward still over her flat belly down to her belly button and lower to the two buttons of her shirt beneath that.

"I don't see you turning around for the safety and comfort of your mediocre marriage and your mediocre life." One button came undone and the finger traced down the part in her shirt before starting to liberate the last one.

"Maybe you're not as much a 'good man' as you would like to consider yourself." The last button freed her hand traced up one side up to where it hung loosely over the swell of a breast poised to pull it open even further and expose that breast to his gaze. "Maybe instead of being a 'good man' you're actually, deep down, a very 'bad man', and just haven't realized it yet."

"Three wishes, Ryan," She reminded him pulling the shirt wider to reveal as much as half the inside swell of her breast but stopping just short of showing the nipple she'd been toying with moments before, "You already know what they would be, don't you? Yeah, they're alive under the surface within you being held back by your self-image of being a 'good man'."

"You can let them out. I won't judge you," She whispered sensually, "All you have to do is give them a voice."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"A good man are you," she said as Ryan watched Cassandra's hand lift to her mouth. He watched in shock and silence as he saw her lips part and her finger slide into her mouth. He gasped as she sucked on the finger, licking it for him. Her action lead his mind think of her mouth and tongue on his growing cock in his shorts. As her finger agonizingly slid from her mouth, he saw it covered in her saliva.

As her finger traced down her throat to her chest, he gasped. "Cassandra.... what...." he sighed before she interrupted him. "Alright, let's say you are such a thing as this mythical 'good man.' What would a 'good man' do in this situation Ryan?"

As her finger moved down to the swell of her full breasts, he shook his head. "A good man would walk away...." he said softly. However, he did not move. He watched her hand move over her flat belly down to the two buttons of her shirt.

"I don't see you turning around for safety and comfort of your mediocre marriage and your mediocre life," she taunted his answer. His eyes locked on her finger as she began to unbutton the buttons. His cock twitching at the thought of her full breasts being on display.

"Maybe you're not as much a 'good man' as you would like to consider yourself. Maybe instead of being a 'good man' you're actually, deep down, a very 'bad man,' and just haven't realized it yet," she said as her shirt hung loosely over the swell of her breasts. His mind racing as he began to question if he was actually a good man.

"No... I am a good husband.... a good father...." he said, his cock begging for attention. Since the two kids it had been quite some time and in this moment, all he wanted was release. He found himself craving sexual contact, and here was his neighbor offering it for him.

Then, Cassandra reminded him, "Three wishes, Ryan....... you already know what they would be, don't you? Yeah, they're alive under the surface within you being held back by your self-image of being a 'good man,' she taunted. His eyes staring at him as she encouraged him, telling him he could let them out.

Ryan gasped, staring at her body, "God...... what is going on? I am not this guy....." he pleaded as he felt his hands grip the fence. His mind fighting with his urges as he shook his head, "this is so wrong..... but I cant stop thinking about your breasts...." he admitted to her. He was still fighting the game she was playing, but he felt himself caving slowly.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"Maybe you're not as much a 'good man' as you would like to consider yourself." The last button freed her hand traced up one side up to where it hung loosely over the swell of a breast poised to pull it open even further and expose that breast to his gaze. "Maybe instead of being a 'good man' you're actually, deep down, a very 'bad man', and just haven't realized it yet."

"No... I am a good husband.... a good father...."

His reaction was weak, and Cassandra smiled at it. She clearly had the upper hand in their game tonight.

"Three wishes, Ryan," She reminded him pulling the shirt wider to reveal as much as half the inside swell of her breast but stopping just short of showing the nipple she'd been toying with moments before, "You already know what they would be, don't you? Yeah, they're alive under the surface within you being held back by your self-image of being a 'good man'."

"God...what is going on?" He gasped at the situation he found himself in.

"You know what is going on, Ryan," She purred to him as her other hand traced up the other side of her blouse, "You're being given permission to be you for once in your life."

"...I am not this guy..." The way his grip tightened on the top of the picket fence between them spoke volumes of the war raging between the angel and devil on his shoulders.

Another good nudge and he'd walk away from her forever, or he'd be hers, more the truth of him than his dear lovely wife would ever know of her husband.

"This is so wrong..." He admitted shaking his head as if trying to clear it after taking a good knock to it, "...But I cant stop thinking about your breasts...."

"These," She asked lifting them up so the shirt barely veiled them from his eyes, "Would you like to see them, Ryan? Would you like to touch them? Kiss them perhaps?"

She noted his eyes seemed transfixed with her breasts. Yes one more nudge.

"I'm still waiting on your first wish," She said, "Just for once don't think about what type of man you consider yourself. Just let that go and be the man you are, deep down."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"This is so wrong...." he admitted shaking his head as if trying to take a good knock to it, "but I can't stop thinking about your breasts...." Ryan said. His mind racing as he watched Cassandra's reaction. Her soft voice entering his ears as his eyes widened.

"These......" she said as she lifted up her heavy breasts so the shirt barely veiled them from his eyes, "... would you like to see them, Ryan? Would you like to touch them? Kiss them perhaps?" Her words rang true in his head. The devil on Ryan's shoulder told him to give in. To let his incredibly sexy neighbor take away all his sexual frustration that was pent up inside of him.

Just as the angel on his shoulder began to reason with him to walk away, she spoke again. "I'm still waiting on your first wish. Just for once don't think about what type of man you consider yourself. Just let that go and be the man you are, deep down," she said softly. Her voice so seductive as he felt himself breaking.

"God.... I want to touch your tits..... grope them...." he explained. He wanted it so bad, that he admitted that was his desire. "God, I wish I could touch them, feel how much bigger they are then my wife's....." he admitted as he broke for the first time with Cassandra.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacorte

"I'm still waiting on your first wish," She said, "Just for once don't think about what type of man you consider yourself. Just let that go and be the man you are, deep down."

"God.... I want to touch your tits..... grope them...." He admitted.

There he was. The reality behind lie of the 'good man'. Cassandra waited for his next words knowing they would inevitably come.

"God," He exhaled in a rush, like he was afraid the words would catch in his throat if he did not let them out like five minutes ago. "I wish I could touch them, feel how much bigger they are then my wife's....."

"I will grant your wish Ryan. I will let you touch my breasts all you like," She told him dragging her patio chair around to face him and then setting herself down to stare into his eyes. Her legs crossed, one over the other. A foot hung in the air her sandal dangling from her dainty toes. She kept staring into his eyes as she spread her blouse open baring her breasts to him, a feast for his eyes as she continued, "But you're going to have to come to me to do it."

It was a long time and she could see him hanging in indecision being the rope between his devil and angel in a tug-of-war game on whether he should or should not go around the fence into her backyard in order to grope her breasts.

Her hands cupped them lifting them up for his eyes. "They're getting cold, Ryan. I won't keep them out waiting for you forever. If you want to do it then do it right this minute."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Ryan Lewis

"I will grant your wish Ryan. I will let you touch my breasts all you like," Cassandra said to him as she dragged her chair to face him. He watched intently as she sat down, crossing her legs for him. His eyes dragged over her long, sexy legs, before moving to see the gap in her button down shirt that hung open, barely covering the breasts he desired. He felt his breathing quicken as he watched her, anticipating her next move.

As her eyes locked onto his, he watched her hands slide up and spread her blouse open for him. He gasped as her full, large bare breasts were visible to him. He felt his cock twitch as stood at the fence, contemplating his next move.

"But you're going to have to come to me to do it," Cassandra explained to him. He stood there, his hands gripping the fence as his conscious fought with his desires. He wanted to march right over to her yard, slide his large hands onto her breasts and grope them like he couldn't do to his wife's much smaller chest. However, he felt the pull to be loyal. He was a good guy, deep down inside after all. Or was he, that was pulling at him in this moment. A good man would not tell a woman he just met that he wants to grope her chest.

"They're getting cold, Ryan. I won't keep them out waiting for you forever. If you want to do it then do it right this minute..." she commanded. He watched as her hands moved up, cupping her large breasts. He gasped as he watched her lift them up for his eyes to see better.

Ryan felt his cock twitch. He was rock hard as he gave into his desire. He began to walk around the fence, wanting to get to Cassandra quickly. He crossed into her yard, not even looking back at his house as he moved toward her back yard. As he moved around her house, he saw her still sitting in the chair, her hands still groping her own breasts.

"Oh god...." he gasped as he closed the gap toward her. He moved right in front of her, staring down at her. "They are so much bigger then my wife's...." he admitted as he hesitantly reached one hand out, moving it toward her right breast. His eyes wide as he could not anticipate the feeling of her soft flesh.