1. Tennis With The Neighbor


    Date: 11/11/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Source: LushStories

    I am not a bashful person, but I will admit I was quite shocked when, one Saturday morning, I walked totally nude into our kitchen, on the way to the laundry room and right into the wide-eyed stare of our neighbor, Pam. I quickly retreated around the corner after she shrieked. I quickly retreated to the master bedroom After throwing on some jeans and a shirt, I made my way, rather sheepishly, back towards the kitchen to find out why Pam was sitting alone at our dining room table. I mumbled an apology, as I stepped into the kitchen area and asked about my wife's whereabouts. “Oh, she ran up to the store to get some cream for the coffee,” Pam replied with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize you were home.” Pam was about thirty-five and a divorcee. She lived a couple of houses down from us and, although she was happily single, I was happily married, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I found Pam very attractive. Pam crossed and then uncrossed her long, well-tanned legs as I poured myself a cup of coffee. She was sporting running shorts and a very revealing sports bra, with her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I took the day off,” I said as I sipped from my coffee cup, leaning against the kitchen counter top. “I guess everyone needs a day off, sooner or later ,” Pam replied, proffering a wink. There was nothing overtly sexual in her reply, but her emphasis on the “sooner or later,” and her wink, caught my attention. “You’ve got the day off as well?” I inquired. Pam was ...
    in the real estate business. She seemed to always have free time on her hands. As she readjusted her sports bra, she acknowledged she had the day off. I noticed a tennis racket setting on a chair, off to one side. Pam seemed to anticipate my question. “I was hoping to talk your other half into a game of tennis," Pam remarked. I mentioned that I had been on my college tennis team, but hadn’t played in years, since Marianne, my wife, didn’t like tennis. “We should hook up, sometimes,” Pam remarked nonchalantly. “Call me anytime,” I said. “So what are you doing around three?" Pam asked. Before I could answer, Marianne slipped in through the laundry room door, carrying a plastic bag with grocery items. “Well hello,” Marianne cheerfully called out, seeing me standing barefoot in the kitchen. “I didn’t know you took the day off.” “Just going in late today,” I replied. I gave Marianne a quick peck on her cheek and told her I was off to take a shower. I proffered a smile and a wink at Pam and excused myself to take a shower. As I showered, I couldn’t get Pam out of my mind. I took my time to relieve the pent up frustrations. I glanced at my cell phone on the bathroom counter top as I toweled off. I had a text from an unknown number. “Do you want to play tennis at 3?” the message read. It didn't take much to realize who the message was from. I had forgotten that Marianne had once used my cell to send Pam a message. “Sure,” I replied. “Come prepared for a workout,” Pam responded, adding ...
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