Ever get involved in something that you know isn't right, but you do it anyway? And continue to do it? That's the way it was with Ellie and me. Ellie was my next door neighbor and we carried on a torrid affair for almost four years and we would probably still be at it if she hadn't moved away.
It all started when Ellie and her husband moved in next door to us. At first it seemed like they were a very nice couple and that we would get along together and for a while we did. But then Gil borrowed my lawnmower and fucked it up. I just happened to be looking out the window when he ran it over a rock and bent the shaft. He brought it back to me and told me I shouldn't have loaned it to him when it wasn't working. I told him that it was working fine until he ran it over a rock, and that since he broke it, he could fix it. We had strong words and then parted never to speak to each other again. Ellie was different story all together. She was nice, friendly, would do anything for you, and she and my wife became good friends.
Ellie and Gil had been there about five months when Ellie called my wife and asked if she could borrow me to fix a ceiling fan. Gil was gone and it was something that she wanted to get fixed right away. I grumbled a bit when my wife asked me to go over and fix the fan, but I went. Don't get me wrong - I liked Ellie, but fixing her fucking husband's fan was not something I really wanted to do. Ellie took me into the family room and showed me the fan. She already had a ten-foot aluminum ladder set up under it and as soon as I saw the fan I knew what the trouble was. She had the same fan that I had in my house and the damn thing had too many electrical components, some of which acted very strangely to power outages. The wall switch was a rheostat that turned the fan on and off and set the three speed at which the fan turned. There were two switches on the fan itself, one that selected forward and reverse, and a pull chain off/on switch. Power surges and power outages, something fairly common in our area, caused the pull chain switch to reset itself to the off position. I found this out the hard way - I paid an electrician sixty dollars to come to my house and fix mine. He climbed the ladder, pulled the chain, took my money and left. I went up Ellie's ladder, pulled the chain and the fan started working. While I was pulling the chain I felt something tugging at my fly and I looked down to see Ellie tugging at my zipper. She looked up at me; "I didn't get you over here to fix the fan, but thanks for doing it. I got you over here so I could suck your cock and then fuck you." I instinctively pulled back from her and that made the ladder wobble, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I had only been on the forth step so no damage was done, but I landed on my shoulder and when I rolled over onto my back I found that Ellie was on top of me. Her hands, which had never left my fly during the tumble, had my cock out and before I could stop her she had twisted around and lowered her mouth onto me. Right up to the point where her lips closed around me I was saying.
"Don't", "We can't", "Stop", and "This isn't right" but once those lips touched me I became a very willing participant. In less than two minutes she had me ready to blow and I started to hunch up at her. She pulled her mouth from me and said, "Not yet. I want your first load in me. She led me upstairs and as I was undressing I said, "I'm flattered, but I'm no hunk and I don't have a reputation as a stud so why are you doing this?" "Are you looking a gift horse in the mouth?" she replied. "No, but I am curious."
She laughed, "You just happen to be in the right place at the right time. I found out yesterday that my husband is having an affair with his secretary and I warned him a long time ago that if I ever caught him being unfaithful I'd get even with him. The way I figure it, if he can give someone else what I consider to be mine, I will give someone else what he considers to be his." By then, we were both undressed and she opened her arms and legs to me. It only took me three minutes to cum and I was starting to curse myself for being so quick - after all, I might never get another shot at her, but Ellie wasn't through. She swung around and I found myself in a sixty-nine. It wasn't my first sixty-nine, but it was the first time I'd ever tasted cum. Ellie got me back up and we settled down for a long leisurely fuck that lasted for about thirty minutes. After I'd cum the two of us were lying on the bed and Ellie said, "Next time I want you to fuck my butt." I brightened up at the words "next time".
For the next four years Ellie and I got together three or four times a week and while I felt guilt at cheating on my wife I got a perverse pleasure in knowing that I was fucking Gil's wife. When the For Sale sign went up in front of their house I felt a great sadness. I was going to miss Ellie.
Three years later I was in one of the local Home Depot stores when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Gil standing there with a great big grin on his face. He said, "It's good to see you. How the hell have you been?" and he stuck his hand out at me. My face clouded over a little, but I shook his hand anyway. He noticed my facial expression and laughed at me, "That's no way to look at the man who gave you the best four years of your life." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Come on" he said, "You can buy me a cup of coffee and I'll tell you about it." Over lunch he told me the following story:
During the war in Viet Nam he had been in a bunker that had taken several direct hits from VC rockets and he had been buried for alive for three days. After they dug him out he had spent several days in a hospital and then had been returned to duty. It wasn't until he was discharged and went home that he found out that he had a problem. Ellie had met him at the airport and had taken him to the closest motel where he found that he was unable to perform. No matter what Ellie did he could not get it up. The next year was spent going to doctors and specialists who all came to the same conclusion - it was mental, not physical. Another six months went by while he saw a succession of psychiatrists who could not come up with anything that could help. Meanwhile Ellie had, in addition to the thirteen months he'd been in Nam, been going without sex and it finally became too much for her and she started to take on lovers. Gil had come home early one day and caught her in bed with another man, but before he could even get angry he felt his cock leap up. The guy grabbed his clothes and split, but before the door even closed behind him Gil was naked and Ellie was sucking his cock. They had fucked for over an hour, but once Gil had cum he was back to not being able to get it up. He and Ellie had talked it over and that night Ellie had gone out and picked up a guy and brought him home. Again, as soon as Gil saw her being fucked by another guy he got rock hard. And so that became their lifestyle until the AIDS scare came along. They decided that random pick-ups were too dangerous so they started looking for a guy that Ellie could form a long-term relationship with. They would pick someone they both could agree on and then Ellie would seduce him. They found that a lot of the men couldn't perform with Gil watching and if they didn't perform Gil couldn't either. They also found that a lot of their selectees would not succumb to Ellie's charms knowing that she was married. Through trial and error they had come up with the scenario that they had used on me as being the best way to go. They would pick the guy and then Gil would see to it that Gil pissed the guy off at him. Because the guy was pissed off at Gil he would usually allow himself to be seduced by Ellie because by fucking her he would think he was getting even with Gil. "I know I fucked up your lawn mower and I would have fixed it, but Ellie had picked you to be her bed partner so I had to piss you off." I had to ask, "Where were you? I never saw you." "Remember the big mirror over the dresser?" I nodded a yes. "It was a two way mirror and I was sitting behind it. All I could say was, "I'll be damned." Gil told me that I had become Ellie's favorite and she was extremely sorry when she had to leave me and I told him that I was just as sorry to see her leave. "Why don't you give her a call" he said, "We've moved back to town and I think she would like to see you. She might even invite you over." I gave him a questioning glance and he said, "There has been a change. I was in an auto accident that left me in a coma for two days and when I got home from the hospital we found out that my plumbing was working again. But I got used to watching Ellie and we both found out that we like it." He handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. "You know," he said, "We probably would have real good friends if it hadn't been for the way Ellie and I had to do things back then. Who knows, if your phone call goes well it still might happen." He stood up, "Take care" he said and he walked away. I looked at the paper in my hand, and then at his back, and then back to the paper. I finished my coffee, got up and went to the register to pay the tab. Stepping outside into the bright sunlight I stood there for a minute before saying to myself, "Why not!" I took my cell phone out of my pocket and started dialing.