Sexy Neighbor Stories

Sexy Neighbor Stories
Our new neighbors were strange. That’s what I told my wife, the first time I saw them.
“Did you see the new people next door?” I asked her, the day they moved in.
“No, not yet,” she replied, busy making dinner.
She put the pot down. “What do you mean?”
Laura lowered the flame on the stovetop. “Okay, so what’s strange about them?”
She shook her head. “Harold, you think everyone’s strange. What do you mean they’re perfect?”
“They look like Ken and Barbie. Their faces are perfectly smooth and tanned. Their bodies are perfectly proportioned. Real people don’t look like that.”
“Have you taken your medication yet?”
“Yes,” I said in a huff. “And it doesn’t have anything to do with that. Let’s go over there after dinner. Welcome them to the neighborhood. You’ll see.”
And that’s what we did. Laura took over an apple pie she’d baked yesterday. I thought that was too generous on our part, but I’m cheap that way.
I knocked on their door and waited. ‘Ken’ opened it.
“Hi, I’m Harold and this is my wife Laura,” I said. “We’re your next door neighbors.” The man was over six feet tall, ruggedly built, with thick blonde hair. “Hello, people,” he said in an odd accent. Swedish, German maybe?
I forced a smile. “We came to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
“I’ve brought you a pie,” Laura added.
He looked down at the pie and frowned. “A pie,” he said, as though he’d never seen one before.
He stared back at us. “Please, enter my house and sit.” He stuck out his hand. “My name Jack Tor.”
Just then, ‘Barbie’ came into the room. Tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes. A knockout.
“I Susan Tor,” she said in the same odd accent.
We all shook hands and sat in the living room. “Where are you from?” I asked. “You sound European.”
The Tor’s exchanged a glance. Jack said, “From Ukraine.”
Laura smiled. “I brought you a pie.”
Susan Tor took it, looked at it quizzically and then put it on the table next to her.
“What do you want?” Jack asked, frowning.
I stood up. “Nothing... we just wanted to say hello; welcome you on your first day. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of unpacking to do.” I looked around the house and saw no moving boxes. The furniture was all in its place and the pictures on the walls were perfectly hung. How is that possible? I saw the moving truck unloading all their furniture and boxes just this morning.
“Didn’t I tell you?” I asked Laura as we walked back to our house.
“They seemed normal to me, dear. A funny accent, but other than that, just a very good-looking couple. Maybe they’re models...”
“Models my ass... They’re strange.”
A noise woke me up at 3 a.m. I looked at the clock and listened. There it was again. A scraping noise coming from outside. Laura was sound asleep next to me, so I slipped quietly out of bed and peered through the bedroom window. The noise was coming from next door. I pulled the curtain aside and saw lights on in their house. What the hell? It’s the middle of the night!
I put on a robe, walked downstairs and out to our porch, to get a better view of what was going on. There’s a window in the side door to their garage, and light spilled out of it. I crept over to their house; I know I shouldn’t have, but I’m pretty nosy.
I peered in the window and saw our neighbors. They were dressed in black clothing and were loading something into their van. At first I thought they were burlap bags, but after a second look I saw they were huge brown eggs. What the hell are those?
Suddenly a dog barked down the street. Startled, the Tors stopped loading and looked around. I don’t think they saw me, but I got scared and ran back to my house. I crawled into bed and tried to fall back asleep.
Over breakfast, I told Laura what happened.
“Silly man. You shouldn’t be spying on our neighbors.”
“I’m telling you, they’re strange.”
She shook her head. “I’m calling Dr. Larson today. You need to see him.”
“I’m fine. And, yes, I took my medication this morning.”
“I’m not making this up; I saw them loading these huge eggs into their van. I think they’re aliens from another planet. They’re going to take over Earth...”
“Okay, that’s it. As soon as I get back from the market this morning, I’m calling the doctor.”
Laura did the dishes, finished her supermarket list, took our old Buick, and left. Tired from last night, I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes. I thought I’d doze for a while, try to calm down. Maybe Laura was right, maybe I was imagining things.
Within a few minutes, I was startled awake by a noise outside. What could that be? Probably squirrels in the back yard.
I closed my eyes again and dozed off. Suddenly, I felt something grab my arms. My eyes snapped open. Oh, my God! It’s them!
Jack Tor held my arms in a vise-like grip, while Susan clutched something in her hand. Then I saw it. A large hypodermic needle.
I struggled, trying to get free. But it was no use; I’m sixty, a retired pencil pusher, no match for that guy. I screamed as she plunged the needle into my arm. Suddenly, my body went limp and everything turned black.
I was strapped down to a bed; Laura was standing next to me. We were in a hospital room.
“I’m sorry, Harold. I should have called the doctor sooner.”
I answered her, but it was gibberish — I couldn’t say anything coherently.
Tears rolled down her face. “Don’t try to talk. Doctor Larson says you’ve suffered a mental breakdown. I’m so sorry.”
I struggled against the straps. I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got to warn the world. Before it’s too late.
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By Jack8806478843 | 5 posts, last post over a year ago

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Noisy Neighbors And Their Annoying Kids Making You Angry: What Now?

My 5+ year struggle...

My next-door neighbor has been a cross to bear for a while now. She is the same age as my wife, and although she and my wife (MW) are friendly, they are not what I'd call friends. "Neighbor wife" (NW) really has no other female friends other than her sister, and I can sort of see why. She is extremely flirtatious, outgoing, fairly high-strung, in great shape for 41, (former H.S./college cross county runner), but very opinionated. So anyway, it's pretty clear among the risqué conversations (always reserved for when my wife is not present and usually prompted by NW), hints, actual brief discussions about her and her husband's bedroom habits, innuendo and double-entendres, along with the occasional catching her glances when I'm in the yard working shirt-less, or other wise; I have a pretty good clue that she is either interested, a sociopath, an ultra-tease, or total nutcase. Several of these discussions have been launched when I have been asked to fix a faucet or garbage disposal in a (I believe) made up/non-critical situation, but I have never initiated anything during any of these situations. It's not hard for her to detect that I have similar interests, as I am usually quick to match her every quip unless she really catches me off guard (e.g., the time she made it pretty clear that she most enjoys her husband "flipping her around" (taking her sexually from behind). I had no rebut but to smile and tell her how lucky "Neighbor Husband" (NH) was.

Are you beginning to understand my frustration??

I know that she is does not have the utmost self-confidence. She was once divorced (very young), and currently has a husband that has a very labor-intensive job that usually leaves him in front of the TV or sleeping on the rare occasions he's at home. She probably feels she doesn't get the attention she needs or deserves. Again, she has no real friends outside of the family and the friends she does mention from the past are former neighbor friends and guys. She says she hates most of her co-workers and I guess that's common. Her conversations (w/ me) usually center on her appearance and how she might change this or change that about her looks or wardrobe (And speaking of wardrobe, through casual conversation, I have a pretty good idea of her lingerie collection and shoe collection for some reason! ). Other topics involve shopping, how in debt they are, her job, and other people in the neighborhood she thinks are stupid. So other that sex, the topics usually take on a negative or comedic vein.

A bit more background: Early in our relationship my wife and I in an informal yard chat exchanged wedding albums with NW (of course NH wasn't around). In paging through NW's album toward the end was a pic of the honeymoon night of her in a pose (half dressed), which, probably for most, was not fit, for public viewing (no nudity however). I'm not sure if my wife caught this pic, but I sure as heck did. NW also talks too much about her 12 year old daughters "coming of age" and her premature puberty. I don't find the topic of specific descriptions of the kids bodily development or their latest trip to the drug store for Accutane, or the outlet mall for bra shopping the least bit interesting, but I must add this in light of NW's (psycho)sexual peculiarities. Well...anyway...

The limited times I have had a beer and discussion with NH he shows fairly liberal tendency's, but is much more conversationally reserved and is basically a pushover. As you can image NW does most of the talking, and that just the way it is. I think he realizes his wife is a bit of a flirt, but not as much as I know she is.

Our homes are fairly (too) close together in a planned development in FL and on a Spring night (still dark) a few years back while preparing to water the lawn I was alerted to the fact by their open window (but curtain closed) that NH/NW were engaging in sex (not sure if they cared for me to hear or not - or if they new I was out there. They weren't overly loud, but surely audible from where I was along the side yard of my home). Thus came the verification of NW's preference for being "flipped", as I could not pull myself from the highly charged and fairly vocal session, which, I figured, had to be done on the floor very close to the window to be heard so clear. It has happened a couple times since, but less obviously. Natural curiosity has left me keeping anytime I see an open window in the back of their bedroom, which is literally steps from my patio.

On the flip side (no pun intended), about 3 years ago, the topic of cheating came up in casual conversation. I only got the nerve to approach the subject after she showed up alone at a public (county) meeting that she knew I'd be attending alone. She came dressed very nice but not overly suggestive. She did not say a whole lot that night, nor did I to her, but NW was always sitting or standing at my side as we engaged in casual conversation with others. It was sort of odd in a way, as if she was being a stand-in wife (perhaps the core of this entire issue). After about an hour-and-a-half she realized that this event was more related to my profession than just a civic fling, and she suddenly decided to leave before the event was actually over (I think she may have had second thoughts, or just become uncomfortable, or was sick of waiting for me to hit on her). She said she had to pick-up her kids. Later that week when I brought up the subject NW stated, out of the blue, that she didn't think she could ever cheat on her husband - This came out without any direct "hit" from me, so I was a bit stunned. I think I had a couple of Beefeaters in me that Friday night, and coupled with the normal engaging chat, and the aforementioned meeting "date", I was nearly ready to pop the question. At that point I dropped it like a hot potato.

But the flirting, innuendo and everything else continued. Any day I'd be working in the yard she usually finds a way to make her way outside (watch the kids play, read, water plants, etc.). And last month's shocker: Her husband recently needed a pair of eyeglasses. I nearly choked in disbelief when he came out of the house with frames identical to mine!! (I wear glasses most times) He is my height and age, but that is where our similarities end. He is fairly stocky and heavier than me and his hair is very thin. But I have to say other than looking worn out most of the time and being a bit overweight, he's a decent looking guy - was probably very good looking when they were married 13 years ago (exactly one year after MW and me).

MW has become leery and I'd dare to say a bit jealous of the situation. She sees NW and me as being too chummy and I have told her about my hearing their "session" next door once, but none of the other encounters. I think she sees the possible attraction (or tension) when the 3 of us are in the yard together. MW has even gone as far to ask if I was having an affair with her when things were not going so well for us a couple of years back, which I have not done. It has had an effect on our relationship and I have even considered moving to lessen the stress on our situation. I have since downplayed the situation and dismissed it as silly fantasy and as of late I must honestly say that MW has become a better sport about it and that our situation has improved. It has helped that I have seen a lot less of NW lately and our discussions have lessened.

But there is still an animal attraction I have to this woman and I'm not sure what to do about it.

Things spooled up again, however, this past weekend as she informed me that her husband was now home on a weeks vacation and would this evening need to be "tricking" NH in to giving her some "lovin'" tonight. This statement came immediately after she watched MW go into our house and out of earshot. I know she wanted me to delve deeper into the subject but after being once again taken by surprise could muster nothing more that a frustrated: "This neglected husband wouldn't know anything about that anymore". She followed that up with a smile and (as she was about to (I think) further the discussion), then, quickly a flustered look when my house door opened and my wife reappeared on the scene to call the kids for supper. NW then rose out of lawn chair folded it to leave while changing the subject quickly. We parted ways as we do many evenings, but as always I got the glance back I usually get before she gets into her house. She may not always know I see her do it, but I normally do.

I always wish I had something better to comeback with when she blindsides me like that, but the biggest fear is getting caught (by MW), or being inappropriate with NW (much less worried about that).

I don't think if NW made the first move that I'd indulge her in any way, or do anything else for that matter. But I'd love to have as many answers to the many questions that fill my mind. You can imagine what they are from all the situations mentioned above.

Well folks, I only ask that you give this confused "Neighbor Husband" some advise and possibly lend some sort explanation of what the hell might be going on here. Any takers??

You've given us all these details and yet, you can't figure out what's going on?

From your description, it's obvious that you feel you are being flirted with, pursued, and tempted.

Since you have not said anything to discourage it, she's taking that as encouragement.

You appear to have two or three choices:
You either go on as before, and wait for something to blow up.
Or, you move away to change your family situation.
Or, you choose to confront this temptress the next time she "blindsides you" with an overt comment.

If you choose the last one, I'd be ready for the fallout: Possible denial, possible accusations that you're encouraging her, or other open discussion of the stiutation in front of or with your wife.

If it were me, I'd ask her what she expects you to do when she make that kind of a statement. I'd ask if she's trying to shock you, tease you, flirt, or make conversation. I'd also follow up immediately by drawing the line in the sand and tell her that you don't want either side to cross it.

But you DO want to cross it, as you've admitted. You've let it go this long, and might have entertained fantasies of engaging with her in something.
But you KNOW this woman is trouble, and that it's going to be a disaster if you do.

So, end it.
Tell her.
Tell your wife.
Move away.

The choices are yours.

Good luck.

YOU R IN THE WRONG ROOM TRY ADULT FRIEND FINDER

Do nor succumb to the temptation, unless you want to end yor marriage quicly and experience the fun of divorce. We have neighbor similar to yours, not as domineering and overtly flirtatious, though. My wife and I enjoy her company, with and without her always working husband. My wife and I both enjoy her flrtatious manner. For instance: our neighbor wears stylish and demurly provocative clothes. In the summer, she wears loose fitting, short shorts that allow her to reveal some of her shaved vulva and large labia; she has small breasts and rarely wears bras under her tops, so her nipples are usually obvious. Many of her tops are low enough to reveal her bra-less breasts when she leans over. She loves to wear dresses and skirts and doesn't seem to ever wear panties, which means we usually get a constant view of her shaved vulva. She even suns herself in the backyard; she'll first remove the top, ten pull down the bikini bottom to uncover her butt, then she eventually just removes it all and suns nude. That was actually the first time we were sure that she shaved her vulva completely Her exhibitionism has served to arouse both my wife and me into some great sex. When my wife was in her twenties she experimented with having sex with some girls and is still attracted to females. We've discussed inviting her to our bed, but don't want the risk of causing marital problems for her. Stay cool or pay the consequences.

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