We should rename my street to Peyton Place

As I aged, I assumed that my sexual activities would decrease. But I am happy to say that is not what has happened. The husband of my neighbor to the south, had a stroke that almost killed him about five years ago. He has partially recovered but is still severely disabled. Because of that I mow their yard. That started an interesting friendship with his wife. Two years ago Lesley confided in me over a beer that her husband is disabled in the bedroom as well. She said that she doesn't want to leave him, but she needed help with something else around the house. I quickly realized what she was asking from me. I confided to my wife that Lesley came on to me. Surprisingly she supported the idea. Now Lesley gives her husband a xanax, he takes a nap, and I trim the bushes so to speak. She is not that good looking but is actually a pretty good fuck. As if that were not enough, my neighbor to the north died of a sudden heart attack in March. His widow knew nothing about finances or taking care of the house. Ann asked me for help. Fortunately her husband had really good life insurance. He had hardly been gone a month when Ann requested some companionship. Apparently my wife had told her about what I was doing for Lesley and knew I would keep it discrete. If there is any downside all this is that I had to give my wife permission to play on her business trips, something that she had been doing anyway and was the reason she encouraged me to sleep with Lesley. Now here is the strange thing, while I am fucking the neighbors, I am actually getting turned on imagining my wife getting laid.

By Anonymous 5 min

Relationship CONFESSION

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