Next Door Husband

“Oh, yes! He’s *definitely* sexy!” Marlene was talking about my husband, Craig! I really don’t know Marlene that well even though we’re next-door neighbors in the same apartment tower. I had seen her around enough to say “hi”, but we’d never had more that a few short conversations in the corridor.

I hate to say I don’t really think of my husband as being sexy, but I think you know what I mean. We love each other and our sex is good, but, well, I usually associate the word “sexy” with someone like Patrick Swayze. I mulled over the concept of Craig being sexy and then realized Marlene was watching me curiously. She seemed to want a verbal response.

“Craig?” I’m not one of those people adept with the come-back, especially when I’m a little embarrassed.

“Oh yes! I bet you two have a *great* time in *bed*!” This was definitely a little more intimate than I was ready for. I felt my heart beating in… panic. At least a little panic. I stared at Marlene and wondered if she had designs on Craig. Marlene certainly was attractive. Her most noticeable feature was her long, rich red hair, which didn’t reach her waist, but was close. She had light skin, with a few tiny freckles, and had great features. Her body was slender, but her breasts were definitely noticeable. She tended to dress a little like a sixties hippie–colorful tops, jeans, casual and almost rumpled. Did she have plans for Craig? Or did they have something going? If so, she wouldn’t be telling me like this. But, then again, Marlene seemed a little strange. I wasn’t sure.

“I’m sure you must find your own husband quite adequate.” It just came out: I didn’t want to sound jealous. Sometimes I’m quiet when I want to be talking, but still blurt out the *worst* things.

She giggled. “You mean my *boyfriend*” she corrected. I really hadn’t been certain if they were married or not. “Oh, he’s quite fine as you say,” she said, still smiling. “I just was imagining your Craig driving *you* wild, is all. Must be something to see.” She was grinning at me! Then her face settled into this sly smile, her eyes still locked on mine. I couldn’t hold her gaze and glanced down. I mumbled something about having to go and she walked me to her door. She stood in the doorway as I walked away and I couldn’t help thinking she was watching me.

I was so confused. Was she going to try and trap Craig? Would he go for it? I know some guys have a weakness for red hair. Craig’s never said anything about that, but I wasn’t certain. Were they already seeing each other? Marlene seemed to have few inhibitions- -what would she be like? What would they be like?

I had to get a grip on myself. I was letting my imagination get the best of me. I sat in a chair in our living room, feeling weak as a baby.

That afternoon I heard giggling outside. The balconies of our apartment and Marlene’s are adjacent and hers is easily visible from ours. I looked out the window. She was on her balcony with her boyfriend! Her boyfriend was laying on his back, his head towards me and Marlene was straddling him! She was looking down at him and giggling. He was dressed, but she had her jeans off–just panties and her top! She leaned down and kissed him. His arms went around her neck.

Then she slipped out and started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon she had it open. Then she ripped his teeshirt, leaving his chest exposed! She went on, undressing him while he lay there. He helped by lifting his body a bit once in a while. I watched, entranced. Yes, she got his underpants off, revealing his cock! Soon she had him completely naked and she was straddling him again. She rubbed his chest and fingered his nipples. And she bent down and kissed him again.

Then she went back up to straddling him upright and started unbuttoning her own shirt! She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were absolutely *perfect* looking–not too large, but well shaped and not sagging a bit. Then she slipped out of her panties and they were both completely nude. His hands went to her breasts and fingered her nipples. She smiled down at him and pushed his hands back down. She reached behind her own body, without looking–I was sure she had grabbed his cock. She just kept smiling at him.

Then she raised her body up off him and I saw his cock standing straight up. She positioned herself over it, and descended slowly, guiding it with her hand. I think the guy wasn’t looking at her anymore, he was staring straight up into space. She raised herself slowly until she was all the way off his cock, and then slid down on it again! She did that a few more times. Then she started slowly moving up and down, but not enough to pull all the way off–a slow rhythm.

She was looking right in my direction! I was sure she couldn’t see me for the glare on the glass. She smiled. She slowly increased the speed of her rhythm, but continued to look right at me. I watched her lithe body slide up and down, up and down. She arched her back a little and put her hands behind her neck, thrusting her chest out more.

I was wet. I loosened my pants and slipped my fingers in. Her eyes looked straight up and then she shut them, still moving up and down at a moderate pace. Her eyes slowly opened, her lids still half shut, looking my way again. She had that sly smile of hers again. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed fingers inside myself, and drew them out, then manipulated my clitoris in a frenzy. She giggled again, and then laughed out loud, still speeding up. I came and came.