His neighbour, Michelle Palmer

"Hi! Name's Michelle! You must be Logan!" She exclaimed, holding her hand out. Logan gulped, taking it and praying she didn't notice the sweat around his hands, though he knew there wasn't much point. She definitely saw him. All he could do was pray she'd be an understanding woman and not tell on him.

"H-hey. I'm Logan." Logan answered, stuttering. Out of the side of his eye, he saw Sarah look at him strangely.

"Would you like to come in for some coffee, Michelle?" Sarah asked politely, smiling warmly at the neighbour. No! No! A voice in Logan's mind screamed. We cannot be letting this woman get near Sarah, lest she tells.

But Logan knew it was futile- if anything, it would look more suspicious. He smiled tightly as he led the avidly chatting ladies inside, before setting them down in the living room.

Michelle and Sarah chatted idly, and to his dismay they seemed to be becoming fast friends. The whole time Logan could barely tear his eyes from her impressive bust that fought tightly against her restrictive office shirt.

"So, yeah. That's what I do." Michelle finished up, after a admittedly interesting talk about her job as a stay at home fashion entrepreneur.

"And you Logan?" She asked, snapping Logan out of his daze.

"Hm? Oh. I'm going to be a teacher... at Dawson Dam High." Logan answered quickly, shoving another biscuit in his mouth and praying she wouldn't speak any more to him.

"Oh? And what is it you teach?" She asked, leaning forward, her hands on her knees and allowing Logan adirect view down her breasts. Logan swore inwardly.

"Ah... Economics and World History." He answered shortly. Sarah discreetly frowned at his antisocial behaviour, making sure he picked up on it.

"Logan's also going to be the girl's basketball coach, aren't you?" Sarah prompted. Logan nodded clammily, while Michelle looked on, vaguely interested.

"Y-yeah... I played in high school... been a passion since." He breathed anxiously. Michelle let a radiant smile flow onto her face.

"Oh wow... love a man with passio!" She giggled enthusiastically... but was it Logan's imagination or did she give him some type of look while saying it.

"Well, I'm gonna go warm the kettle." Sarah abruptly stated, excused herself from the conversation. Logan stammered, raking his mind for a reason for her to stay and keep giving him an excuse to avoid the elephant in the room but sat back defeated when he couldn't think of one.

He nervously stared into his cookie while Sarah went to the kitchen, determined not even to make eye contact with Michelle.

"I won't tell, y'know?"

"What?" Logan asked, sitting up sharply. He looked up to see Michelle stretched out lazily across the chair, an amused look dancing across her face.

"That you peeped on me?" She prompted. Logan felt himself go a vicious red.

"I-I, listen. I'm sorry, that was wrong of me-" He stammered out, but was cut off by a tinkling laugh from the neighbour.

"Please. It'a all right. In fact, I'm rather flattered." She purred, slowly uncrossing her legs. Logan's eyes shot up as she gave him a direct view up her skirt... and straight to her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties. "We all have urges." She purred.

Logan spluttered over his cookie, before taking a swig of water and staring up at her face.

"Ms. Palmer... this is high improper! I'm married!" He hissed desperately, hoping she would take the hint.

"Yeah but... you don't seem too happy with it, if you're looking at other women." Michelle drawled lazily, spreading her legs even further, teasing Logan's vision.

"That's... none of your business." Logan spluttered, biting into his fourth cookie.

"Mhm, mhm." Michelle murmured dismissively, before looking back up at him, mischief in her eye.

"Wanna see something else?" She asked, and before Logan could respond, she tugged down the right collar of her shirt... exposing the corresponding breast.

"GAGHK!" Logan coughed, spraying cookie crumbs everywhere seeing this woman openly reveal herself. Michelle giggled as she tucked her titty back in. Logan shoved two more cookies into his mouth, before fleeing into the kitchen to check on Sarah.

Fortunately, the rest of the meeting went fine with Sarah around. Aside from a few raunchy glances thrown his way, the rest of the evening went without a hitch. Unfortunately, Michelle was evidently trying extremely hard to butter up to Sarah, and Sarah was falling for the woman's charms.

After almost an hour, Michelle excused herself.

"Logan! What is going on?" Sarah hissed after Michelle had left. Logan shrugged helplessly.

"I-I dunno... I got a weird feeling about her baby." He muttered. Sarah let out an exasperated sigh.

"Logan... I know it's a new place for you, and I know the Grounds are very different to San Francisco but please trust me... the people here are amazing! We're all one big family!" Sarah said. Logan frowned.

"No, I get that... it's just... something different." He said meekly, realizing how dumb it sounded.

Apparently, so did Sarah, who spun on her heel and stalked off.

"C'mon, Logan. I know you aren't the fondest of meeting new people, but I need connections... and having an antisocial husband doesn't help." She called back. Logan groaned, before shambling off to help with dinner.

The meal was a quiet affair, both Logan and Sarah deep in thought about the day's events and their futures for many different reasons, and Brooklyn had texted that she was (thankfully) going to be eating out with her friends.

Logan walked into their bedroom, sighing quietly to himself seeing his wife already in splayed out on the bed.

Logan slipped under the covers, smiling at the warmth before slwoly draping his hands around his wife's supple body, subtly grinding himself against her,

"Sarah baby... I believe you owe me an orgasm..." He purred into her ear, teasing her panties to the side. To his surprise, Sarah slapped his hands away.

"Urgh... maybe tomorrow. I'm very..." She began, before dozing off. Logan closed his eyes, keeping himself together before turning around. FUCK ALL HE WANTED WAS TO CUM WITHOUT NEEDING HIS RIGHT HAND!

He closed his eyes, trying to sleep but images of Sarah still haunted him, Sarah riding him cowgirl on the couch just earlier in the day. Their first time in her apartment when Brooklyn as at a sleepover, Sarah spreading her legs out and showing him the promised land. He groaned as he felt himself get harder.

But suddenly Sarah morphed into... Michelle? The beautiful mixed-race fashionista, her dusky skin and buxom breasts, each topped with a chocolatey brown areola. He groaned as she saw her mount him, a wicked gleam in her eye as her beautifully pink pussy eveloped his cock, her hands roaming across his torso as she moaned his name out.

"Oh, fuck!" Logan hissed as he bucked his hips and felt his cock erupt, shooting a small load of cum into his underwear.

"Urgh." He muttered, slipping out of bed to clean himself up, trying to banish thoughts of his erotic neighbout from his mind.