“Sit down, Ron,” said Marie, my next-door neighbor and wife’s best friend and workmate. It was Tuesday afternoon, and Marie had mysteriously phoned and asked me to come by her house to talk. I thought she wanted help with something, nothing sexual in mind as she is like a mother to my wife, although she is not quite old enough, but she’s just so maternal with her, it is cute.

Marie must be 57 or so with three grown children and the body to go with it. She is of Spanish descent, so dark, and looks like a big mama with a massive round ass and enormous tits that sit on her belly. She always wears the same things: long skirts or tight leggings with baggy T-shirts and is constantly on a diet. I like the woman and know how close she is to my wife. My wife is 36 and plump after our three little girls.

I sat down and accepted the coffee she offered me. She sat on her crossed leg near me wearing leggings today. To this day, I have never seen her ass as she always had long shirts on to hide it. She is very self-conscious about it. My wife told me it was a sore point with Marie and her husband. She was smiling and confident as she always was a woman in charge and launched into her pitch. “Ron, I know you well enough to talk to you, and you know I love Wendy dearly,” she began. “Wendy had told me about the problems she has in bed, which half explains what I found out yesterday.”

She watched me closely for a reaction. I was not really listening, in shock and expecting her to say something normal. “If I found out you were fucking around with no excuse, I’d hang you by the balls,” she said. She was smiling but not in a funny way. “Now I do remember when John was your age. He was horny all the time, but he never had to go elsewhere.”

She was talking about an affair I was having with a woman in town. It was just a sex thing resulting from the problems with my wife’s lack of interest. It was not really a lack of interest, but she had been abused as a young woman and had a mental block now. I could understand, but sometimes I would be driven to distraction with lust. Finally, I cracked and ended up fucking this woman from work.

“I want you to stop. I want you to remain faithful to Wendy!” I heard her say. This again brought me back to the conversation at hand. “She’s a lovely woman, and I don’t want her hurt!” said Marie. I pleaded for her not to tell Wendy, and she assured me that was not what she had in mind. “If you stop seeing that slut, I’ll say nothing, but I’ll be watching you.”

I was beaten and only happy to hear she would keep quiet. I thanked her but felt sad still. “I’ll help you,” said Marie. I took a moment to take it in and asked what she meant.

“I can help you have an orgasm if you promise not to stray elsewhere,” she was watching me now, and I shook my head, not getting it. “I can masturbate you, help you come,” she continued as if she was talking about work. “Are you horny now?” she asked.

I was in total shock. This was my wife’s best friend, my neighbor.

She looked totally calm as she edged forward towards me. “Take out your penis,” she ordered, looking at my pants.

“Marie, this is too strange,” I said. “I can’t do this.” I stood up to leave, but she spoke first. “Wait, you better let me help you, or I’ll tell her you’re fucking around.” She sat forward on the edge of the sofa. “At least if it’s me helping you, I’ll know you’re not messing around!”

For once in my life, I had nothing to say. This was a strange dream, and I was about to wake up. I watched, waiting to wake up, as she reached up and unbuckled my jeans, then pulled my jeans and shorts down to my knees. My cock was not hard as I was in too much shock, but I saw her mouth open and her eyes take in its size. When soft, it’s 5 inches long and incredibly thick.

“I’ll just touch you a little, and you can cum in my hand,” she said. Taking my cock in her hand and lifting it up. With her free hand, she cupped my hanging balls and gave them a soft squeeze while jerking me off slowly.

I was starting to come to my senses, understanding this was not a dream. My cock was still soft in her small, round hand. She looked up at me, frowning. “What’s the matter? Are you not in the mood today?” she asked honestly. She then looked back at my cock and spoke to it. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to come today?”

My cock was limp in her hand as she tried to jerk me off faster. She stopped and looked pissed off. “Ron, this will be your only sex, so you better take advantage!” she took a breath. “I’m only doing this because I love Wendy.”

Looking down, I could see her tits sprawled onto her lap. They were truly huge inside her cotton baggy shirt. “Let me see your breasts. It will help,” I said.

She laughed and loudly said, “Son, if you saw me naked, you’d never get a hard-on,” and started stoking my cock again.

“Just let me see. It can’t hurt,” I asked again.

After a moment, she shrugged and pulled her shirt up over her head. “If you laugh or make fun, you’re a dead man,” she warned as she dropped her shirt next to her and let me see her. Christ, her tits were squeezed inside a horrible sports bra that did nothing to support both football-sized breasts. I knew she was big, but this close, they looked unreal. My cock gave a twitch in her hand, and she must have felt it. I could see them wobble slightly as she jerked her arm up and down.

“Take off your bra. Let me see them,” I said under my breath, excited now.