They say you are over the hill when you turn 50, but I could have sworn my life took a downward turn after my 30th birthday. My husband, Steve, and I had been fighting constantly, our sex life was none existent and to top everything off, my best friend Jessica had just moved away. Jessica and I had been friends since grade school and her and her husband had lived next door to us for 6 years. When they left, I felt depressed, insecure and alone. “Get over it” and “Find a new friend” were the only condolences my husband could offer.

Their home was eventually purchased by an older gentleman, Richard, who appeared to be in his late 40s or early 50s. He was a tall handsome fellow with salt and pepper gray hair and deep blue eyes. Steve and I went over and introduced ourselves to him while he was moving in, but a number of weeks would pass before we spoke again. Over that period, our fights grew worse and louder. I was embarrassed to be seen outside the house because I knew everyone in the neighborhood had heard us yelling at each other. I could only imagine what our new neighbor must have thought of us.

A week after Richard moved in I noticed a young “girl” had moved in with him. She didn’t look a day over 20 and I assumed she was Richard’s daughter. As the days wore on and I sunk deeper into my depression, I found myself infatuated with the new neighbor girl. She was a beautiful girl of medium height with long curly brown hair and a body to die for. After Steve would leave for work, I would often stare out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of her as she came and went from the house. I wanted to go over and introduce myself, but I was too scared. After losing a friend like Jessica, I wondered if I could ever find someone to replace her, yet I feared being rejected by the new neighbors.

Two weeks after she moved in with Richard, Steve and I had our worst fight yet. We never physically hurt one another, although we came close, but the mental abuse I suffered was bad enough. Luckily, Steve had to leave town the next morning for a weeklong business trip. Shortly after he left, I found myself crying at the kitchen table when I heard the doorbell. I didn’t want to answer it, but whoever it was, they were not going to go away. As I headed down the hallway to the door, a million thoughts raced through my depressed mind. Was it the police? Was it someone from the neighborhood coming to tell us to tell us to shut the fuck up? It couldn’t be the paperboy or mailman because it was only 7:30 in the morning. Who was it I thought.

As I opened the door, I was temporarily blinded by the bright sunshine. “Good morning,” I heard a soft voice say as I squinted my eyes to see who it was, “Is everything ok?” It was the neighbor girl, dressed only in a robe and slippers. “Good morning,” I replied, wiping the tears from my eyes, “Yes, everything is fine.” “I don’t want to be nosey,” she went on to say, “But I was really worried last night when I heard you two fighting.” “Oh, that’s just how we show our love,” I replied with a sarcastic laugh, “Would you like to come in?”

As I closed the door behind her, she introduced herself as Kim. After shaking hands, Kim and I made our way to the kitchen where I offered her a cup of coffee. “No thank you,” she politely declined, “I mainly wanted to come over and introduce myself and see if you were ok.” “Yes, I am fine,” I told her, “But we have been going through a tough time lately.” Kim than asked if Steve had moved out because she saw him leaving the house with luggage and I informed her that he was going out of town on business for a week. “I guess I am on vacation this week,” I said to her with a smile on my face. My first smile in months.

“Well,” Kim replied, “Maybe you could come join me and my husband for dinner tonight?” “Your husband?” I thought to myself as I tried hard not to say anything stupid. “Uh,” I began to mumble, “Sure, I guess I could do that. It might do me some good to get out of the house.” “Great,” Kim replied, “Why don’t you come over tonight for dinner and drinks. Richard is usually home from work around 6, but you are more than welcome to come over anytime.” After Kim left, I couldn’t help wondering what a girl her age was doing with an older man like Richard. “He must be one good fuck,” I said to myself with a laugh.

Later on in the afternoon I headed over to their house before Richard came home. I figured this would give Kim and I some time to get to know one another, because I had so many things I wanted to find out about her. Kim answered the door dressed in a beautiful summer dress that clung to her shapely body. Her hair was pulled back and she had a bottle of wine in hand. “Welcome,” she said with a big smile across her face, her big green eyes beaming, “Come on in.” I was already familiar with the lay out of the house, but it was interesting to see how Richard and Kim had decorated it. I could tell right away that they were nothing like Jessica and her husband.

Kim led me into the kitchen and I grabbed a seat at the table. She poured me a glass of wine and we began chatting as she prepared some appetizers. “I feel kind of awkward asking you this,” I said to her, “But how old are you?” “I get that a lot,” Kim replied with a giggle, “I’m 23.” As our conversation continued, I found out that her and Richard had been married for 2 years and he was 48. I assumed that Richard was previously married, but Kim informed me that he was a bachelor until they met. “Unbelievable,” I said to Kim as I sipped on my wine, “Steve and I are 6 years apart and I thought that was a big age difference.”
“Age is just a number,” Kim responded, “I have never really been interested in men my own age. I guess it’s a maturity thing.”
“I felt the same way about Steve,” I replied, “But lately I wish I was with someone my own age. The way he has been yelling at me lately, I feel like a little kid.”

Kim and I continued talking as we finished off the first bottle of wine. She told me her and Richard meet while she was in college and she dropped out when they got married. Currently, she wasn’t working, but she was looking forward to finding a job and getting out of the house since Richard is gone all day. She didn’t tell me much about his past and I didn’t want to pry, what I did find out was that he use to work in the movie industry and he was now a consultant on independent films.

Sure enough, right at 6pm, Richard arrived home and the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner, prepared by Richard. After dinner, we retreated to the living room and continued talking. At first, I didn’t speak much about Steve, but as the wine flowed and I became more intoxicated, I began spilling my guts. I probably told them more than they need to know about our relationship, but it felt good to talk to someone, and they were very supportive. As the night wore on, Richard suggested we move the party to the hot tub so we could relax and wind down. I hesitated at first, than recalled how Jessica and I would hop in the tub whenever we were feeling down. “Sure,” I finally replied, “Let me run home and grab my suit.”

“Don’t be silly,” Kim said to me as she walked over and grabbed my hand, “We are all adults. We can wear our underwear in, unless that makes you uncomfortable?” “No, not at all,” I replied with a giggle, “And besides, I’m feeling a little rebellious tonight.”
Richard then headed off to the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine and told us he would meet us out back. Kim and I then headed out back and turned on the tub. As I was leaning over the tub to check the temperature, Kim was already removing her dress. As she lifted her arms up over her head, my eyes followed the dress up her body. She was wearing a tiny white thong with a lacey bra that barely covered her young round tits. Her stomach was tight and her skin smooth and tan.

As Kim climbed into the tub, Richard walked out the door with another bottle of wine. I felt a little weird at first undressing in front of him, but I took a deep breath and began unbuttoning my shirt. After slipping my skirt off, I quickly jumped into the tub, wearing only my matching black bra and panties. Kim then moved over next to me as I slipped under the bubbling hot water to wet my hair. When I reemerged, Richard had already removed his shirt. I was pleasantly surprised to see how good Richard looked for his age. His chest was well defined, his arms strong and his stomach looked like he did a thousand sit-ups a day. I tried not to stare and turned to talk to Kim as he slipped over his pants and joined us in the tub.

The water felt great, and after a few more glasses of wine, I felt a little giddy. Kim was now sitting close to Richard as the two of them cuddled close like a pair of newlyweds. Under the water, I occasionally felt Kim’s feet rub up against my leg, but I didn’t think much of it. As the three of us continued talking and I grew more comfortable with them, I began to open up and come out of my depressed shell. “Tell me something Kim, and please tell me if I am out of line,” I asked, “But what attracted you to Richard?” “Don’t get me wrong,” I continued before she could answer, “Richard is a handsome man, but with your age difference and all, I am curious what made you fall for him.”

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