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Angie was our very vivacious next-door neighbor. She and Bob, her husband of almost ten years, were super nice neighbors and as the years past, my wife Joy and I got to know Angie and Bob very well. They had kids that were the same age as ours and we shared similar interests.Angie was no slouch in the “good looks” department and was very fit and trim. She knew she had a knockout body and loved to flaunt it, much to my chagrin. Joy knew that Angie was a tease, but she never said anything to me about Angie’s constant teasing.Then one Saturday morning, as I was working in the garage, I hear Joy and Angie talking in our kitchen. Neither knew that I was listening, and for the most part, I was not paying close attention to their conversation. Then, I overheard Joy complaining about my lack of attentiveness to her, which kind of surprised me, because I thought I had been a very attentive husband.“Don’t get me wrong,” Joy said, “He’s a great husband, but our sex life is not what it used to be.”I was floored. I knew we had a few issues in the bedroom, but I did not expect them to be shared. I sure didn’t think there was any major problems with our sex life.Angie laughed and said that she and Bob had gone through a similar difficult time period a while back.“How did you fix it?” Joy asked.“I got him a hooker,” Angie replied.“You did what?!!”Angie laughed again.“Yeah, a naughty little thing. He never knew. After that, everything was simply MAR-va-lous!” Angie replied.“I couldn’t do that,” Joy replied, “Besides, Ed wouldn’t mess around on me with a hooker. He’s just not that type.”I could see through a small crack in the door between the garage and the dinette where they were seated. Angie reached across the table and put her hand on Joy’s forearm.“Babe,” she said softly, “I know how you feel. If there is Şerifali Escort anything, I can do for you, I’m here for you.”Joy stayed quiet for a few seconds and then she uttered words that down-right surprised me even more than her declaration about our sex life.“Would you fuck Ed?”“You have a sexy man,” Angie replied. “I have to admit, I am a bit jealous. But I’m not sure I can fix his issues.”“I’m desperate here,” Joy replied. “I trust you, completely. We don’t need a sex therapist and I sure don’t want him hooking up with some street whore.”That made me feel a tiny bit better, but I was still a tiny bit upset that Joy thought I needed some help in the sex department.“Look,” Joy replied, “I totally trust you. I know Ed and he will not leave me, and I know you and Bob are rock solid. But Ed probably needs a little something different than what I can offer him. I’ve seen how he looks at you and I know he would not turn you down, if he thought he could get away with seeing you without me knowing or finding out.”Angie laughed.“Yeah,” she replied, “He’s being eyeing me for years.”Damn.“When is a good time to pull this off?” Joy asked. “We sure don’t want to arouse Bob’s suspicions.”“Bob wouldn’t care,” Angie replied. “We have a pretty open relationship and we both know neither of us is going anywhere. Sex for us is great and we both have an understanding in that department. He knows I am totally committed to our marriage and I know he feels the same way, irrespective of who we fuck. At the end of the day, we always sleep in the same bed.”Joy was as stunned as I was, in hearing Angie’s declaration.“Just leave it to me,” Angie said, “I’ll straighten Ed out.”Joy placed her hand on to Angie’s forearm.“I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank you,” Joy said.“You’ll figure Şerifali Escort Bayan out a way,” Angie said in response, “I’m sure. Just be kind to him.”I had to sit down. Was this sort of a test or perhaps a cruel joke? I retreated to a portion of the garage where I often go to do some deep thinking. I started to get up and knocked over a stack of paint cans, which made a good bit of commotion.The door between the garage and the dinette opened and Angie stuck her head into the garage.“Ed, are you out here?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied. “I’m working on changing out the car battery.”“Well turn on the light, silly!” Joy beckoned back, “Before you kill yourself.”“Okie dokie,” I quickly shot back. I hit the remote control to open the garage door, which allowed more light into the garage. My wife stepped into the garage and Angie followed in her tight little running shorts and tight-fitting sports bra, which barely kept things in place.“I’m heading to Walmart for a bit,” Joy announced.“I’ll be here changing out the car battery,” I said. Angie sauntered past Joy and offered a very pronounced wink in my direction as she approached where I was standing near the rear of our SUV.“I’m heading to the house,” she said, telling my wife she would catch up with her later. I stepped back to allow Angie to ease past me. Damn, she smelled so good.Joy disappeared back into the house and then after a few minutes she stuck her head into the garage to let me know she was leaving.“Love ya,” I casually yelled out, as was customary for me for years.“Love ya too,” she replied, as was her custom. I grabbed my tool kit and started to disconnect the battery from the car. Just as I was about to pull it from its mount, Angie’s sweet voice startled me with “Hey Ed!”I bet I jumped about a Escort Şerifali foot. I peered down the side of the car to see Angie standing near the back bumper. She was still attired in her running outfit. My heart practically skipped an entire beat.“I think I left my house keys on your dining room table,” she pronounced. I nodded my head to indicate that it was okay with me, for her to pass back into the house to retrieve her keys. As she inched her way down the side of the car, I simply stayed where I was, forcing her to place a hand on my back and squeeze past me.As she passed between myself and a stack of boxes in the garage, I snidely commented that one of us needed to shed a few pounds, and added that I did not think it was her.She stopped and looked at me, as she hand-brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.“I like your weight. All you need is a good exercise routine,” she declared.She gently patted my ass and added, “Maybe a little more bed exercise is in order.”I chuckled.“Are you offering?” I casually asked.“I don’t know,” Joy replied, quickly pushing past me and heading into the dinette area of the house, leaving the door open so I could see her and ponder my next move. “We’ll have to discuss it”Damn.I quickly followed her into the house.“I don’t see them,” Angie remarked as she surveyed the dinning room table and the kitchen counter tops. For her house keys.“Maybe,” I said, “Maybe they got moved . . .into the bedroom.”She looked in my direction in silence. It was only a brief moment of silence, but one that had set the stage. I could see her processing the moment.“Can we go and see?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied as I made my way in the direction of the bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure she was behind me.As we entered the bedroom, I turned towards her and suddenly we found ourselves much closer to each other than either of us had probably anticipated. I reached out and placed both of my hands on her soft and supple waist.“I don’t think the keys are in here,” I began, “but I need to be honest with you.”She simply stood there, looking at me, eye to eye.

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