My wife and I have a great marriage. I wish we had much more sex than we do. I have expressed it to her, she has explained she’s rarely in the mood.

It certainly doesn’t justify an affair, and that’s not what I’m trying to do here. I know I’m in the wrong no matter what.

But I love sex. I friggin love it!

Early last year, Shelly and her family moved in next door. We all became fast friends. As soon as it was warm, Shelly was outside doing yard work in a bikini.

She’s a married, stay-at-home mom of two, and I have been working from home since Covid.

I quickly became obsessed with her body.

Whenever she was outside I would work on the deck and strike up a conversation. I made it a point to compliment her often, and soon our chit chats got flirty.

I finally worked up the nerve.

“You keep showing up in that bikini and I’m going to have to go inside and deal with it.”

“Don’t go in without me,” she said with a smile.

I stood up, opened the door and motioned for her to join. I wasn’t sure if this was just flirting or if she would come. To my delight she came inside with me.

We made out in the living room. She popped off her bathing suit and I got a condom from the bedroom.

We fucked on the couch. I sat down and she mounted me. I got to suck on her big, soft breasts while she bounced. It didn’t take either of us long.

We cleaned up and got dressed. I told her anytime she was up for it, I was here. She said the same for me.