The Role of a Neighbor Becomes Unsettling

I’d been living in this resort town for a while, enjoying the good life and the company of the locals, especially since I’d retired. My 6’1″ frame still held a decent 180 pounds, distributed nicely across my body.

Not long after I moved in, a new family settled in the neighborhood – Major Jake, his wife Bev, and their two young boys, Amos and Baxter. The boys were toddlers, Amos being around 16 months, and Baxter almost four years old.

As we became friends, I found myself bonding with Jake, who shared many qualities with me – dark hair and a tall stature. Bev, however, had let herself go since the birth of their children, and though she was petite at 4’10”, she now weighed around 150 pounds, with a substantial portion of that being due to her impressive bust.

From what Jake confided in me, he stayed with Bev because he wanted more children, and she was smart, though he acknowledged she’d once been beautiful. He also shared with me that he’d been involved with a few women on the base while their husbands were deployed, leaving them lonely.

However, I soon discovered that Jake took people for granted, expecting them to do his bidding. I was relieved when he was deployed for a six-month tour to a remote area.

The day before his deployment, Jake came over, asking if I could watch over Bev and the boys. He considered me a father figure to both of them. I agreed to watch over them, and he mentioned he needed to go home and try to conceive another child with Bev, as it was close to her fertile time, and he was hoping for another boy.

As he left, Bev called, asking if she and the boys could come over. I welcomed them, and we spent a hot August afternoon lounging by the pool. Bev then opened up to me, expressing her concerns about Jake’s infidelity. She cried, revealing the dwindling intimacy in their relationship and the fact that Jake only had sex with her when he thought she was fertile.

As I wrapped my arms around her, she saw my tented swim trunks and blushed, looking at me with tear-stained eyes. I apologized, saying I shouldn’t have been staring, but she reassured me it was okay.

“I know Jake’s been cheating,” she sobbed. “I want to get even.” I agreed to help her, and as we sat together, her bikini top loosened, revealing her large breasts. I kissed her, and our tongues locked. I carried her to my bedroom, where we spent the rest of the afternoon lost in passion.

As we made love, Bev told me she wanted to get even with Jake, and I agreed to help her. We continued to have a secret affair, meeting every other day or more often, depending on my energy levels. She’d come over, and we’d indulge in passionate lovemaking, exploring new ways to satisfy each other.

During one of these encounters, Bev revealed to me that she was pregnant, and to my surprise, she was still a great lover despite her condition. After the baby was born, and a DNA test confirmed it was mine, we continued our affair, and Jake remained oblivious to the truth.

As time passed, Bev gave birth to three more children, all of whom Jake believed were his. Eventually, they relocated several hundred miles away, but we still maintained our secret relationship, meeting occasionally to satisfy our desires. We agreed to stop at three children, and our friendship remained strong, though our relationship was complicated.

We’d still get together, and our passion remained strong, but we were both content with our arrangement, knowing that our love for each other had become something more than just a secret affair.