A week passed, and the heat between Samantha and me didn’t cool off. It only got worse.
Emily left for a three-day work conference on Wednesday morning. She kissed me goodbye at the door, suitcase in hand, and told me not to miss her too much. I smiled, waved her off, and watched her car disappear down the street. The second her taillights were gone, my mind went straight to the woman next door.
I tried to stay busy. Mowed the lawn, fixed a leaky faucet in the garage, drank a couple beers on the porch. But every time I glanced at Samantha’s house, my c**k stirred. I kept remembering the way her sundress had clung to her heavy t**s, the sway of her wide hips, that smoky voice when she said my name.
Around seven that evening, there was a knock at the back door.
I opened it and there she
