The Neighbor Who Stole My Ex: A Summer That Changed Everything

I still remember the long, dry summer of nearly two decades ago, a time when the UK experienced a two-week drought. It’s a story about what happened during that summer, a time that changed my life forever.

It all started five years prior to that summer, when I met my wife at her brother’s wedding. I’d had a bit too much to drink that day, and in hindsight, I realize that my marriage was already over. I had married her sister, Josie, at the time. She wasn’t my type, but I was going through a dry spell, and I thought she was a nice, sweet girl. I couldn’t understand why she, a petite beauty with a tiny frame, had married my workmate, Dave. He wasn’t exactly the most hardworking or practical man, but Josie had three kids from her previous marriage, and I suppose he was a convenient option.

Fast forward five years, and we were still friends with Josie and her family. We decided to have a barbecue at her parents’ house, which had a large, empty garden. It was a convenient location, as we lived just one door down, and Josie lived across the street. With around 40 people attending, it was a lively gathering.

Josie and I had become close friends over the years. We’d bonded over our shared experiences within the family. Her husband, Dave, was more interested in watching sports than helping out, and my wife, Carol, was always bossing everyone around. However, she had struck up a friendship with Josie, and there were times when she’d volunteer me to do favors for them, like fixing their car or rewiring their shed. This was the beginning of what would happen at the barbecue, a turning point in our lives.

One Saturday, my wife told me that Josie needed her freezer moved into the shed for space reasons, and I was to do it for her. I didn’t mind, as I enjoyed being around Josie, who was fun, happy, and good-looking. It was a pleasure to watch her work and be near her, even if it meant resisting my growing attraction to her. Dave was in the house, and my wife was next door, but I couldn’t help but think about Josie and what it would be like to be with her.

As I worked on the shed, I couldn’t help but think about Josie’s uniform, which was a light powder blue, snug-fitting dress with a belt and a zip down the front. The zip would sometimes wake me up at night, and I’d imagine slowly pulling it down and watching her step out of it. It was a fantasy that I knew I shouldn’t indulge in, given my situation.

But the next day, something unexpected happened. As I was finishing up the shed, Josie came over to talk to me, and we were sitting on a garden chair. She leaned towards me to speak, and I caught her by the wrist to stop her from falling. In the process, her hand slipped between my legs and onto my crotch. I felt a reflex action, and we talked about it the next day. Neither of us could believe how fast my erection had grown.

As we sat there, I looked at her, and my eyes slid down to her top for a brief moment. I made sure she was looking into my eyes when I glanced back up, and her smile had widened because a table had obscured what had happened below. I gently moved her hand onto my crotch, and she smiled radiantly, mouthed the words “thank you,” and gave my cock a gentle squeeze before standing up.

She met me at the stairs, and we were alone. “I’m sorry,” she started. “I’ve tried to hide the way I feel about you, but I guess you know now.”

“I’ve got that message loud and clear,” I replied. “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you, anyway, for letting that happen and then pushing your hand onto it.”

“Believe me, if I hadn’t wanted to, I wouldn’t have let you place my hand there, and even then, I didn’t take it away fast,” she said, looking down and placing her hand onto my groin again. I sprang to attention, laughing, and she rubbed me hard enough for me to realize she was wanting me as much as I was wanting her.

“Shame this wasn’t last weekend,” she said, “you know. We could have had a quickie over the freezer.”

“The way I’m feeling now, Josie, is that I’d love to give you a longie right now,” I replied.

Josie let out a sigh. “I would love that… Nearly every time we’re close lately, I end up starting to tingle and need to change my panties because they’re moist. When I climbed over the fence the other day into Mum’s garden, I realized I’d flashed them to you, and I could see you’d seen them by the way you looked at me and were smiling.”

“What are we going to do about this?” she asked, looking me straight in the eye.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “but now it’s out there, I need you even more than I did before.”

Josie grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the tiny toilet. She pulled her uniform up at the back, turned away from me, and yanked her briefs to one side, saying, “Quiet… fast.” She smiled back over her shoulder at me as I pulled my dick out of my pants.

She gently touched the end of my pre-cum-dripping knob, gave a tiny giggle, and backed herself towards it until my twitching bell end was just touching her beautiful, tiny little asshole. She moved my cock around in small circles, so my dripping fluid was lubricating around her bum. After only a few seconds, she positioned herself and pressed her bum onto me, so I had her slightly wedged open with my prick.

“I’m dry, but I won’t you so bad. Try and push your way in for me,” she whispered.

I slowly turned her against the wall, so there would be no way she could slip off me, and basically impaled her arse onto my shaft in two slow thrusts, followed by two more forceful, hard ones. “Are you OK?” I whispered, wanting to start plunging into her hard and fast, but also not wanting this to be a one-off quickie. I really liked Josie and wanted her every day since I first saw her.

She tried to reply, couldn’t, and nodded. “Quickly” was the only word she got out. As I started to thrust and plunge into and up her in earnest, she used her hands to pull her cheeks apart, letting my balls smack home between them, showing me that she had my full length as far up inside her as I could go.

I reached round her to get my hands on her cunt. She was soaking, and I started rubbing her clit as fast as I could, while finger-fucking her and whispering in her ear how much I’d wanted to do this and how many other things I’d needed her.

SHE came during my load, spraying inside her, and amazingly, as she came, I actually could feel my end slide up her even further, as if my spunk had lubricated her fully. I knew this was just the start. I wanted more there and then, but Josie grabbed the tissues and pulled off of me.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “Alan, one thing I have to tell you…” She looked me straight in the eye. “I’ve loved you for a while now, and I know you’re married, but…” I put a finger to her lips.

“Josie, darling, from the day you got married, I knew then I loved and wanted you, but I thought you were happy. I love you so much, and in truth, my marriage is over, apart from the kids, I’d have left her,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

Josie looked at me, her eyes shining with tears. “I love you, Alan,” she whispered.

Josie’s eyes widened in shock as she gazed at me, her voice trembling with emotion. “Mine’s over too,” she said, her words barely above a whisper. “I need to get my head together, but for the kids and the time I get to spend with you… I would have left him behind ages ago.” She paused, her eyes locking onto mine. “Yes, I mean it. I know this is the first time we’ve acted on it, but if I hadn’t had you all these years, I don’t know how I would have coped. I’ve loved you more than him from almost the moment I met you…” Her words trailed off as she whipped herself up, a mix of emotions playing on her face.

“You’d better get out there,” she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability. “I’ll be out shortly, but we should probably keep our distance, okay?” Her words stung, but I knew she was right.

I let out a deep breath, my heart racing with desire, but also with a sense of trepidation. I knew I had to give her space, to let her process everything that was happening. So I slipped out of the room and back into the party, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me: happiness, confusion, excitement, frustration, relief, and a deep-seated desire that I couldn’t shake.

I made my way back to the safety of the crowd, trying to make sense of the whirlwind that had become my life. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a text from an unknown number: “Want to talk?” I hesitated, unsure of who it was or what they wanted, but something about the message resonated with me.