The Married Neighbor

three.

Allesandro

Arriving home Allesandro opened the front door of his household, the pure silence revealed no one was home.

Heading into the kitchen Allesandro grabbed a glass, pouring himself a cup of icy cold water, a lemon-colored note lay on his kitchen counter, picking it up the simple words " Went Out." were scribbled on the small note carelessly.

Allesandro had become adjusted to Heather's going outs, even on work nights. Sometimes she would not even come home but there were always defenses for her actions.

Allesandro had meet Heather when he was twenty-eight and she was thirty, four years back. An old friend of his had introduced him to her and he had rapidly taken a strong liking towards her. With Heather's then humorous personality, tall height, light brunette short hair, and chocolate eyes, he was quick to fall for her.

A year later Alessandro had proposed, but she was different then than she was now. Ago she was adoring and would try to spend as much time as she could with Allesandro, now things had shifted and she had become very ditched.

Making himself a quick feed, Alessandro headed upstairs to his and his wife's room, the tapping of his dress shoes on the marble floors being the only noise in the lonely residence.

Walking into the darkroom Heather's clothes were spread on the floor and some on the bed an indication Heather had come home to change.

Heather had always left a heap after changing, something Allesandro disliked about her. Allesandro hated being in a disorganized environment it was a big pet peeve of his.

Deciding to not pick up the clothes for his wife Allesandro made a quick sweep of his hand clearing the bed of the mess. Discarding his suit into the laundry bucket he walked into his bathroom ready to sink into a quiet warm bath.

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A thud woke Allesandro up, he had fallen asleep in his bathtub from the sudden exhaustion, the water had become cold inflicting a shiver to run down his body. Wrapping a thick white towel over his lower half he headed towards the bedroom, where he found his wife gliding off her heels.

" Hello," Heather said looking up from her heels to her Husband, for some reason he didn't seem to captivate her as much as he used to.
" Hey, where did you go?" Allesandro asked taking out a pair of boxers to put on from his closet.
" My friends from work asked me to tag along with them after work, we went to a bar in town for a quick drink," Heather replied in an auto-tone voice.

" oh that's nice," Allesandro replied before feeling a set of hands caress his hard chest from behind, before grasping his towel. Heather had a tendency of becoming amorous once she had, a few drinks so Allesandro knew this was the reasoning of her sudden touchy self.

Debating on whether he should allow her to use him Allesandro let go, he had not had any sexual contact for the past three months and everything had pent up provoking his member to harden from the minor touch.

Letting Heather take lead,
Heather's hands were fast to undo his towel, taking his large hand and guiding him to their bed she pushed Allesandro unto the messy bed climbing on top of the tall man.

Allesandro laid looking up at his wife, her makeup was a bit smudge on different places on her face, the smell of alcohol danced around her strongly . " Heather your drunk, let's not do this tonight ." Alexandros' words fell on deaf ears Heather had started to slobbery suck on his neck before she lifted herself and fell unto his hardened member.

Thrusting his head backward unto the soft pillow he let the feeling of a cunt evolve around him, letting himself relax he let Heather take the lead. The feeling of Heather's face buried on his neck was the only intimate thing between them, yes he was inside her but that did not mean anything for them anymore and no one wanted to admit the truth.

Lost in his thoughts he had not noticed Heather had finished she lazily prayed herself of him and headed to the bathroom without a word.

Laying there he looked up at the plain ceiling, why the hell did he do this to himself?

Grabbing the boxer angrily from the floor and sliding it on he turned off the lights and laid in bed, the faint sound of the shower running and the dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach causing him to fall asleep.
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- Lustrus