Logan Sawyer, 28 and newly married

Logan groaned as he shoved the last of his boxes into his new room before allowing himself to sit on the bed and groan. Stretching his sore muscles. Damn, this place was hot!

After he caught his breath, Logan stood up and strode to the window, opening the curtains to the street below. He peeked outside and smiled, the increasingly familiar scent of pine, dirt and something more flowing through the breeze. He looked around at the houses- all of the them largely the same type of two floor bungalow. There was barely discernible differences in each house- one had a patch of begonias out front, another had an unkept lawn. One house had a Ford Ranger, another had a Prius. Logan eyes slowly strayed to their neighbour's house.

It was very much like his own, two floors with a sizable front and back yard. They had a swing set on their front porch and a small collection of rocks. Logan's eyes roved over the house when they suddenly stopped, and his jaw dropped open.

His neighbour had apparently enjoyed the feeling of sun on her bare skin, because Logan was currently watching her slip out of her sundress. His eyes widened as he saw the woman tease her shoulders out of the yellow suspenders. He furiously squinted his eyes against the sun's smarting glare and he just managed to make out the brief outline of her two, caramel colored breasts.

Without warning, she suddenly looked up and out of her window... making direct eye contact with Logan. Logan yelped and shot his head inside, banging it painfully on the windowsill just before he saw her mouth open in a scream,

_Shit, shit, shit, shit! _Logan swore to himself, stumbling inside. He had just reached and would already be known as a peeping tom. Fuck! That was so wrong!

"Logan? Are you okay? I heard something?" A melodious voice called. Logan swore under his breath once again, before watching the other main reason for why what he just did was so wrong walk in.

His newlywed wife, Sarah.

"H-hey Sarah! I was just looking out the window when a... uh, bee got a bit too close and I, uh, hit my head... on the window sill." Logan muttered, praying Sarah would believe it. For a brief moment, he saw her adorably face crinkle up into a frown, and he was worried that somehow, the was informed by a diving deity of Logan unfathfulness.

But the air returned to Logan's lungs with Sarah's face broke into a smile, and she strode forward, wrapping him up in her arms and reaching up to gently massage his head.

"Aw you poor baby... always so clumsy!" She giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Fuck, what did he do to deserve her?

Logan still remembered how they met. It was four years ago, when he was twenty-four, a year out of college and still searching for purpose in life. Sarah was thirty-eight, fourteen years his senior and coming out of a rough divorce with her ex-husband. Along with this, her position as a Board Member of the family business was being called into question after a risky investment she made that didn't pay off.

As luck would've had it, they were both at Williamette University in Portland to attend a lecture Environmental Economics, sponsored by Sarah's family company, Dunbar Timber and Holdings. At that time, Logan hadn't known a thing about that massive lumberjack conglomerate that owned majority of the woods in Fuchs County. Now, however, he was intimately familiar with it.

Logan was there on the invitation of his old college professor. He was working part-time at a historical archive, tutoring undergrads, and seriously considering going back for a Master’s. He didn’t belong among the tuxedos and pearls—but he showed up anyway, in a blazer one size too big, mostly for the free drinks and maybe to impress someone.

Sarah had just made an ill-fated investment in a carbon-offset startup that crashed and burned. Her family, already suspicious of her lack of “business instincts,” was circling her board seat like vultures. Her divorce had just gone public in the Portland Tribune’s society pages. She needed to be seen, composed—but was barely holding it together.

They had bumped into each other at outside the lecture hall, halfway through the mingling session- Logan, to sneak some more bacon wrapped figs and Sarah ducking out for a break from the politically dangerous environment.

“Not much of a mingler either?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever belonged somewhere less.”

Sarah had laughed then, and she later told Logan it was the first time she'd laughed like that in a long time. They spoke for nearly an hour, forsaking the reason they had come, Logan, with his earnestness and dry humor, didn’t treat her like a celebrity or a cautionary tale. Sarah, with her poise and bruised confidence, didn’t talk down to him. They were opposites in class, age, and background—but something about their discontent matched.

Unfortunately, their evening came to end, though they promised to keep in touch. From across the country, they would be texting nearly every day. What started as a few polite follow-ups turned into daily texts — long, meandering conversations that stretched across time zones and bled into midnight. From opposite coasts, they slowly stitched together a rhythm. For Logan, her messages felt like clarity in a foggy life. For Sarah, they were the only part of her day untouched by expectation.

Sarah knew about all of Logan's highlights, and Logan knew about hers.

Eventually, things turned serious. They started meeting more often and well things went on from there. Before you knew it, she had proposed to you and well... you couldn't say no, could you.

You were aware of the differences between you and Sarah well before the marriage. Beyond the age gap, Logan came from a middle-class family in San Francisco. You had to work hard for everything, and had to get all your education on scholarship because your parents couldn't pay.

Sarah on the other hand was the heiress to one of the largest lumber companies in the country. Dunbar Timber & Holdings dated back to the 1800s and had made the Dunbars an certified old money family.

So it was only natural you should move from being a small-time professor back to home Dawson Dam, where Sarah was located. You were now teaching a high school- a huge pay cut but it was vastly offset by Sarah's exponentially larger salary as Vice President of Strategy and External Affairs at Dunbar Holdings.

"Hello? Earth to Logan?"

Logan snapped out of his daze, staring back down at his beloved. He smiled.

"Sorry... just thinking." He murmured.

"Mm. Always hard to do things for the first time." Sarah deadpanned. Logan slapped her playfully before plonking himself down on the bed, Sarah following suit shortly after.

"Seriously though. How are you finding things here?" She asked, placing an assuring hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Interesting. New. A lot. But you know me. I'll adjust!" Logan answered, smiling cockily at her. Sarah chuckled, before pressing her lips to Logan's.

"Mmm..." Logan groaned as Sarah pressed on with the kiss, her tongue trying to slip between his lips, begging for more. Logan obliged and Sarah giggled before looping her legs over Logan, straddling his as she kissed him passionately.

"Maybe I could help you... adjust?" Sarah suggested, placing her hand down on Logan's slowly hardening crotch. Logan groaned, biting his lip and looking up at his lover needily.

"Mmm-hmm..." He groaned as Sarah began making out with him again.

Sarah smiled as she sipped off her thighs, before gently dropping to her knees and working Logan's jeans and underwear off, allowing his fully hard dick to spring up.

"Mmmm... I've missed you!" Sarah giggled pressing a loving kiss to Logan's dick. Logan moaned as Sarah gently wrapped her lips around his cockhead, the sensation overtaking his every sense.

"Ffffuck, Sarah!" Logan moaned as Sarah began to go down.

"MOOOOOOM?" A voice suddenly yelled. Logan groaned as Sarah apologetically pulled off his dick.

"Sorry babe... duty calls! Maybe later?" She suggested, wiping her mouth before hurrying downstairs. Logan groaned, his agitated cock still hanging out. Fucksake!