CHAPTER TWO

 

 

Dinner that night was lovely, we ate in the candlelight - lighting only a single lamp in the living room so we could see where we were going. We enjoyed a succulent pot roast with accompanying gratin potatoes and sliced buttery carrots. Kathy had picked up a few bottles of a delicious Cabernet, that we drank readily. I noticed an extra bottle on the kitchen counter, dressed with a bow - as if it was a gift.

 

"Who's that bottle for?" I inquired.

 

"I thought we'd give it to Richard, for helping us. Maybe you could invite him over for dinner next week as a proper thank you?"

 

I nodded in agreement "Great idea."

 

Richard was our new neighbor across the hall. We were having a hard time during our Saturday move and I assume he heard our struggle from inside his apartment. He spent almost five hours helping us carry the larger pieces up from the moving truck. If it wasn't for his help we probably would have been forced to delay until the next Saturday, costing us an entire week and more money. We thanked him profusely at the end of the move but the bottle of wine and invitation to dinner was definitely the right way to handle it.

 

He was a tall, older man, black - probably about forty-five years old, which would have put him roughly twenty years older than Kat or myself. He seemed rather soft spoken, but had a deep voice and an impressive physical presence. He appeared to be an attractive man, although sometimes it was hard for me to gauge the attractiveness of men, clean cut and seemingly well put together. He also appeared to be in great shape for a man of his age. He lugged large dressers and various pieces of furniture down the hall without really breaking a sweat. We hadn't learned much about him as of yet but we did find out he was widowed, his wife had passed away nearly 10 years earlier from a rare blood disorder. There was a certain melancholy about him, but Kat and I were both good judges of character, and we had a good feeling about the man. Surely dinner would be an ideal way to get to know him better.

 

Once we had finished the meal and cleaned up I grabbed the bottle and headed out our front door, it was only a few paces across the hallway before I was knocking at his.

 

The door opened "John, what a pleasant surprise." Richard spoke with kindness in his voice, smiling.

 

"Hey there, we wanted you to have this." I handed him the bottle. "Nothing fancy, but we wanted to thank you for helping us the other day. Kathy and I also wanted to invite you over for dinner next weekend - if you're available."

 

Richard looked genuinely grateful "Oh wow, you guys didn't have to get me anything. I was happy to help." He glanced at the label. He was dressed in slacks and what looked to be an expensive sweater. There was some music emanating from his apartment, it sounded classical, moody. I realized I might have come at a bad time.

 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." I offered as a potential apology.

 

"Oh not at all, I work from home, I was just taking care of some things. I would love to come over for dinner, I'm afraid I don't get out much these days."

 

"Excellent. I'll let Kathy know."

 

We exchanged phone numbers and some more small talk, he thanked me again - and we and said our goodbyes.

 

The week passed relatively quickly, and on Saturday night we found ourselves sitting down at our dinner table with Richard. The wine flowed and the glazed pork loin that Kathy cooked was devoured by the three of us. We discussed a number of topics ranging from careers and politics to entertainment and hobbies. Richard seemed to really love kids, despite not having any of his own - and admired Kathy for working with them on a day to day basis. Richard himself was a writer of sorts. He provided articles and short stories to a number of online outlets who contracted him on a case by case basis - it seemed to make him a good living. When he heard that I was a finance manager he actually seemed interested in attaining my help in setting up some investments. He had never dabbled in the market, and it was apparently something that always interested him.

 

"I really do love what you've done with the place." Richard also spent a portion of the evening complimenting Kathy's taste and her abilities as a homemaker. "I was over here a couple times when the last tenant occupied it. Let's just say it’s a night and day difference."

 

My wife smiled at him as she took the last sip of wine from her glass "Thanks a lot Richard. I spent a good amount of time planning it out. I'm glad someone's taken notice."

 

"A designers eye, for certain." He smiled back, and wiped his mouth clean with his napkin.

 

One thing that I couldn't help but notice was a sort of relaxed energy in the room. Even during the move, upon initially meeting Richard, we seemed to get along with him as if we'd known him for years. Kathy took to him immediately, joking with him, and much to my surprise - flirting with him. Smiling at him with excited eyes or jokingly complimenting his strength while he positioned furniture for us. Richard didn't really instigate any of it, he was respectful, but obviously felt the need to return her smiles and go with the flow. I mean, just like any man - I caught him stealing plenty of glances at Kat. It didn't bother me though. I was very much used to seeing men ogle over or flirt with my wife, I would have gone insane if I let those sort of provocations bother me. But it was sort of out of the ordinary for Kat to be the initiator when it came to flirting, and I planned to give her a hard time about it later.

 

"So, Richard. Are you, um, dating - or seeing anyone?" Kathy asked with raised eyebrow. The question was a tad forward, although harmless, and I jokingly scolded her for asking it.

 

"...Now, now, Kat, that's personal..."

 

Richard chuckled "No, no. It's quite alright." He took another sip of the Cabernet, and continued "Not really, to be honest. It took a good five years after my wife passed to even think about another woman's company. A few of my friends eventually got me to go on a date, and then another. Over the last few years I've seen a handful of women, but only for brief stints." He paused, seemingly thinking for a moment "... I haven't made much of an effort really."

 

Kathy was now standing and picking up the plates from our table. "Well, that's too bad. You seem like quite the catch." I stood to help her with the silverware.

 

Richard smiled again, slightly chuckling "Well... My goodness. That certainly means a lot coming from a woman as beautiful and talented as yourself." He looked in my direction for a moment. "John, I don't think I'd be the first to tell you that you're a lucky man." He raised his wine class in acknowledgement. I looked at Kathy for a moment and caught her blushing.

 

"You certainly wouldn't be. I'm not the smartest man in the world, but I'm certainly smart enough to know that I'm the luckiest." I leaned in and gave my wife a heavy kiss on her cheek.

 

Kathy replied with a sarcastic, but loving "Aww. Isn't that sweet." she raised her hand to her face, shielding her mouth from me. She spoke in a fake whisper so that I could hear "Psst.. He's lying."

 

Richard began laughing as he stood. He picked up his plate and moved towards the kitchen. "You guys remind me of my wife and I, when we were newlyweds - it's really great to see."

 

"Richard don't you dare help clean up." Kathy playfully swatted at his arm. "Let me have that. Go have a seat in the living room."

 

He gently dropped the plate and put his arms up in amusement "Yes ma'am. Don't know what I was thinking." I couldn't help but notice that my wife's ass grazed against his trousers as they moved past each other. Richard gently grabbed her waist as he slid past her. Kathy's eyes darted open for a moment, but she continued placing the dishes in the sink as if nothing happened.

 

The meal was over and I was in the mood for an after dinner drink, "Come Richard. Would you be opposed to a nice scotch? I have a 30 year and I've been looking for an excuse to crack it open. Received it as a gift." I waved his attention towards the living room.

 

"Oh wow, a thirty year? I could never say no." He followed me towards the sofa, where we both sat.

 

Kat called from the kitchen "Guys, do you want it on the rocks, or straight?"

 

Richard looked at me and then replied, loudly so she could hear him "Straight please." I nodded in agreement, couldn't in good faith water down a thirty year malt.

 

A few minutes later Kathy arrived with two glasses of scotch. I quickly noticed that the top of her dress was soaking wet, causing the thin green fabric to appear sheer. Her black bra was as clear as day underneath it, the skin on her exposed cleavage was also drenched. She was moving in a hurry.

 

"Here take these, the sink just attacked me." She quickly handed one drink to me, and one to Richard. Richard couldn't help but stare as she leaned forward, her tits nearly spilling out of the top of her dress. It seemed to catch him off guard, because as she turned to go he continued to gaze at her ass, which was admittedly popping in the tight dress she was wearing.

 

I didn't want to make it awkward for him, so I simply called out "Don't drown in there babe." That seemed to get him to break away from his tunnel vision, turning his attention back towards me.

 

Richard hung around for another half hour or so, enjoying the scotch and discussing sports and his love of basketball. He was incredibly thankful in his departure, shaking my hand firmly and giving Kathy a kiss on the cheek. "Incredible meal, and an incredible couple." were his departing words.

 

Later that week Kathy and I were cleaning up around the apartment, playfully annoying each other during our respective tasks.

 

I decided now would be a good time to press her on her flirtation with Richard, smacking her ass as she bent down to dust an end table "You know... I think you might have a crush on our new neighbor." I smirked smugly as I spoke.

 

Kathy immediately stood up "Excuse me? Who?" I made a face at her implying a sort of 'Who else?', and she quickly realized who I meant "... Richard?! What on earth would make you say that?"

 

I continued smirking "I dunno, maybe it was you giggling at his every word, or you being especially touchy, or you going on about his strong arms..." I rattled off the evidence with auctioneer like speed.

 

She cut me off "John you can't be serious, he's almost old enough to be my father!" she was smiling back at me, egging me on with her playful grin.

 

"And? You've told me plenty of times you find older men attractive."

 

She blushed, stammering to save herself "... Yea... well. He... he's black."

 

I laughed "Strike two Kat, he wouldn't be the first black dude you'd find attractive." She had on a number of occasions, while passing the TV during a sporting event, or after a movie, admitted to finding a black guy attractive. It never bothered me, I mean I wasn't a racist to even the slightest extent. Besides, I found plenty of black women attractive.

 

Her face was now flushing crimson, obviously caught red handed, she stumbled for an excuse "I... Damn it John. Fine, you caught me. But I don't think I was flirting with him." she bent back down, dusting once again.

 

I was somewhat surprised that she admitted to it so easily, but I can't say it bothered me much. I actually felt bad for causing her to squirm "Oh relax Kathy, I'm not even mad. How could I be. It's probably the most excitement he's had in years, having a hot young woman flirt with him."

 

She spoke from underneath the table, I watched as her gorgeous ass wiggled in the pair of pink short shorts she was wearing. "I feel bad for him."

 

That surprised me "...Why? He seems to have it pretty well together babe." I picked up some wine glasses that we had left in the living room the night previous.

 

"He's widowed John, and it doesn't sound like he gets much female attention. I've always had a soft spot for people who lose their spouses."

 

I rinsed the glasses off and walked back over to her, still watching her lovely ass. "So you flirted with him because he's widowed, got it." I chuckled.

 

"You laugh, but subconsciously that was probably part of the reason." She looked back at me from underneath the table, catching my eyes as I gazed at her rear. "Stop staring at my ass, you pervert."

 

"You're right, I guess the only guy who should be allowed to stare at it is Richard, am I right?"

 

She laughed in exasperation "Oh god, will you stop it already? I've never seen you act so jealous."

 

"When you drenched yourself with the sink water he couldn't stop staring at you. I almost had to sound the fire alarm to get his attention, he watched you walk the entire way back to the kitchen."

 

"Well then I'm sure he'd have a field day if he were here right now." She wiggled her ass for playful effect.

 

I wasn't sure what it was about that comment, or her accompanied ass shake - but it triggered incredible arousal from me. I immediately entered a haze of lust, dropping to my knees behind her. I quickly grabbed a hold of her waistband, peeling her pink shorts down from her ass. To my dismay I noticed that her lips were already wet, a clear coat of her essence clung to the fabric as I removed it, eventually exposing her beautiful sex.

 

She looked back in a panic, but didn't stop me. She had nowhere to go, the rest of her body was pinned underneath the table "John... What are you doing?"

 

I didn't answer her with words, I merely drove my erect dick inside of her. Her head arched back and hit the table, but she didn't complain.

 

It was over quickly, and we came together - my cum mixing with her own sexual release as our organs pulsed with pleasure, in unison.

 

When I finally pulled out, Kathy spoke, blowing her hair out of her face "Wow... Maybe we need to invite Richard over to ogle me some more. What's gotten into you?" she giggled.

 

I wasn't really sure myself, as I searched for answers I looked down at my wife's ass, now in the nude, pussy on display. Kathy was so fucking beautiful. She noticed me staring, and wiggled it once again, speaking sultrily. "I bet he'd really like to get a look at it right now." I glanced up towards her face, and I saw that she was biting her bottom lip in sexual fashion. I was stunned by how open and naughty her words were, this was new for us, and I was surprised by how much it excited me. I slapped her right ass cheek, holding it firmly. "Who wouldn't?" I replied.

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