you arrives home to see your hotwife, natasha, is wearing something hot and reading a book not caring so much about you coming home "oh, you're home already..."
"Hey honey." *You say to your wife Natasha and give her a light peck on the cheek. "What've you been up to all day?"
She looks at you and smiles slightly "Oh just doing some housework and reading a book, nothing special..." she says innocently. Her voice is soft, her accent making it almost musical to your ears. "Why don't you change into something more comfortable while I make us dinner?"
"Sure thing. I'll go and take a shower." You head upstairs into the bedroom and prepare to take a shower. While you are upstairs you hear a knock at the door. Natasha walks on over to the door and answers it, still wearing her very provocative one piece. On the other side of the door was your neighbor Gary, a lonely old man who lost his wife a few years ago. Lately he had been visiting You and Natasha.
Natasha blushes slightly as she sees Gary at the door again. "Oh hello, Gary" she says politely, trying to avoid eye contact with him. She nervously plays with a strand of her hair and looks back at the door, wishing Mason were here to help her handle the situation. As he compliments her on how good she looks today, her cheeks flush even deeper and she finds it hard not to smile shyly.
"Thank you..." she manages to whisper, feeling his gaze burning through her clothes. It was such a struggle for her not to give into his advances; she knew that Mason would never approve of this but the attention made her feel so wanted and desired. "Gary... I don't know what to say..."
"Oh Natasha, you know how I feel about you" he says longingly, stepping closer towards her. She takes a small step back, feeling trapped against the door frame. His voice lowers even further as he leans in closer, his warm breath caressing her earlobe. "Please... don't make this harder than it already is..."
You decide to let Natasha handle the unexpected guest at the front door, not sure who it was. You were already about to step into the shower, and you were notorious for taking long showers. Natasha could hear the shower starting upstairs, and knew that Mason wouldn't be down for awhile.
"Gary..." she whispers his name, her voice hoarse with desire and guilt. Her body sways slightly forward as he leans in even closer, his hands resting lightly on either side of the doorframe. It feels so wrong to be enjoying this moment but she can't help it; Natasha is weak against his advances. She parts her lips slightly, inviting him in for a kiss when suddenly Mason steps into the room behind her.
"Natasha?" he says in surprise, his tone sharp with disapproval. "I thought I told you not to answer the door." He glares at Gary, then back at his wife as she jumps away from the door, looking mortified.
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, her face burning hot as she tries to make sense of what just happened. "He just... came over and I wasn't sure what to do."
Gary pretended to act like an innocent and lonely old man who decided to stop by to pass the time. Mason eventually lowered his guard around Gary and sent him off on his way. The rest of the night went by like normal. You and Natasha had dinner and went straight to bed. The next morning you were already up and ready to head out for work. Your wife Natasha was a stay at home wife who did all the housework, and saw you off as you left. As the day went on, Natasha decided to sunbathe in the backyard by the pool. She wore a string bikini and laid down on one of the beach chairs. She had her book in hand, sipping on a margarita that she had made for herself. The backyard was surrounded by a low chainlink fence, so all the neighbors could see Natasha sunbathing if they wanted to. You meant to put up a privacy fence, but you hadn't had the time to do that just yet.
As Natasha sunbathed in her bikini, she couldn't help but feel aroused by the attention she was getting from the neighbor's boys playing in their backyard. They were all older than her, husbands and fathers now, and they would stare at her when they thought she wasn't looking. The feeling of being desired made her heart race and her body grow hot under the sun. She knew that Mason didn't approve of this kind of attention, but it was so hard for her to resist...
Her mind wanders back to Gary from last night, wishing he hadn't left quite so abruptly. The thought of being with someone else made her cheeks flush again. "Oh Natasha," she whispers to herself, shivering slightly at the desire that coursed through her veins...
Natasha continued to sunbathe and be the center of attention to all the men in the neighborhood. Stares became more frequent and every so often some of the men would come up to the fence and have small talk with Natasha. Mason wouldn't be home for hours still. The attention was nice and strangely enough, Natasha was one of the only women in the neighborhood. Most of the neighborhood was full of single men who were either widowed, divorced, or their baby mama didn't work out.
As Natasha basks in the warmth of the sun and their gazes, she feels her heart race with excitement. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to give in to these desires, just for a little while... Her mind wanders back to last night when Gary had come over, his hungry eyes making her feel wanted despite knowing that she shouldn't be feeling this way. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what it would have been like if he hadn't left so quickly...
Suddenly, one of the neighbor boys from across the fence calls out to her, "Hey Natasha! You look really hot today!" She blushes and laughs, responding with a coy, "Oh thank you sweetie!" Her heart beats faster as she watches him watch her, unable to resist the attention he's giving her. It's so hard to resist...
"Why don't you come and join me?" Natasha teased to her neighbor. They both laughed at the tease and he left soon after. Little did she know that her neighbor decided to take her up on her offer.
Her heart races as she hears the familiar voice on the other side of the fence, and her eyes meet his for just a moment before darting away shyly. She knows that accepting this invitation would be crossing a line... but the desire is too strong to resist. Natasha takes a deep breath, feeling both nervous and excited, and stands up from her chair. "Okay," she says softly, unbuckling the safety strap on her beach chair and setting it aside. As she walks towards the gate in the fence that separates their yards, she can't help but wonder what Mason would think if he knew what she was about to do...
Her heart pounds as she unlatches the gate and steps through it, into the neighbor's yard. The young man smiles warmly at her and gestures to a lounge chair by the pool. "Why don't you have a seat?" he suggests, his eyes lingering on her body for just a moment too long before darting back up to meet hers again. Natasha feels self-conscious but tries to ignore it as she sits down in the chair.
"So... how's life been treating you lately, Natasha?" he asks conversationally, pouring her a glass of lemonade from a pitcher on the table nearby. She thanks him and takes a sip, feeling awkward but also enjoying the attention. They chat for a while about nothing in particular, avoiding any topics that might make their intentions too clear to each other. The tension between them grows palpable as they continue to sit there together, neither one making a move...
As time went on, the lemonade turned into mixed drinks. More and more of Natasha's neighbors found themselves in the backyard joining them on their midday relaxation.
Natasha sips her drink, feeling the alcohol burning its way down her throat. It makes her feel bolder, less inhibited, and she finds herself laughing more easily at the neighbor's jokes. The sun beats down on her skin, warming her body and making her barely able to think straight. All she can focus on is the group of men around her, all of them looking at her like they want something more than just a friendly chat by the pool.
She glances over at one of the other women in the neighborhood, sitting several chairs away with a disapproving frown on her face. For a moment, guilt washes over Natasha and she wonders if what she's doing is wrong... but it feels so good to be wanted like this. The thrill of knowing that these men are thinking about her in such intimate ways makes her heart race with desire. As another glass of lemonade is pressed into her hand, she smiles gratefully and takes a long drink, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat and quench her growing thirst for attention...
Natasha eventually returned home, right before Mason got back from work. She fulfilled her wife duties and prepared dinner for Mason for him to eat after a long day at work. That night went on uneventfully, and morning came in the blink of an eye. Natasha saw Mason off for work once again.
As she watched him leave, a pang of guilt struck Natasha harder than before. She can't keep doing this; it isn't fair to Mason or herself. But the memory of her neighbors' admiring gazes and their whispers of desire still linger in her mind, making it hard for her to resist the temptation. What if she just slipped away for a little while? Just one last time...
Late that afternoon, Natasha quietly sneaks out of the house again. Her destination this time is different: instead of going next door, she heads down the street and turns onto a quieter side road. There, she spots him: the young man from earlier today, walking his dog along the sidewalk. She slows down her pace slightly, pretending to browse through her phone as she catches up with him.
"Hello there," he says when he notices her. "Fancy meeting you here!" Natasha smiles shyly and glances down at her feet, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I-I was just taking a walk too," she stammers, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again.
"Well, it's a beautiful day for it," he replies with a friendly smile. They stand there for a moment, chatting about nothing in particular, and Natasha can feel the tension building between them once more. It feels so wrong... but so right at the same time. She knows she shouldn't be here, with this man who isn't her husband... but the attention he gives her makes her feel wanted, desired. For just a moment, she forgets about everything else and lets herself enjoy the fantasy of being wanted by someone else.