Futanari Next Door

“Have you met the new neighbor yet?” Tim asked his wife over his morning bowl of oatmeal.

“No I haven’t, she seems a bit strange though.” Evelyn was washing dishes as her husband ate. Her thoughts drifted to the woman who had just moved in next door. Evelyn had seen her moving boxes the day before, lifting them easily with her tall muscular form. Her tight thighs flexing as she —

“Evelyn? Evelyn?! Hello?!” Tim interrupted her train of thought.

“Yes dear?”

“I said, ‘What's so strange about her?’ She seems nice enough to me.”

“Yes I suppose. She’s just so tall and muscular for a woman. You don’t think that’s attractive do you?” Evelyn asked with a hint of insecurity. While it’s true that she wasn’t in as good of shape as she was in highschool, at least she hadn’t let herself go as much as her husband had.

“Well I, umm I don’t know.” Tim stumbled over his response. “She’s not as beautiful as you sweetie.”

“Thanks,” Said Evelyn halfheartedly. He had saved himself, she supposed.

“Well I’m off to work, gotta bring home the bacon. Have a nice day dear, love you.”

“You too dear,” Evelyn leaned in for a kiss as her husband walked out the door, the same as she did every day.

She listened for the sound of her husband’s car pulling out and then went to the window that faced their new neighbor’s house. Evelyn was playing coy with her husband, but there was no doubt that there was something interesting about this woman.

Sitting there by her kitchen window, Evelyn waited and then watched as Millie emerged from her front door. She was tall. Six feet, at least. Her long bare legs stretched up from her trainers, interrupted only by her tiny jogging shorts. Like the rest of her body, her legs were rippled with toned muscles that stretched her tight, glistening, tan skin. Her black sports bra was stretched just as tight to contain her ample bosom. Evelyn’s gaze lingered at the woman’s chest. The way her tits bounced up and down with her great stride was mesmerizing. Her strut turned into a jog as she reached the street and her breasts began to heave and bounce wildly, despite her bra’s best efforts. Millie’s short black hair remained perfectly styled as she made her way down the street.

“She really gets all done up like that just for a run?” Evelyn said to herself.

She thought she detected a hint of jealousy in her voice, but why would that be? Sure she had let herself go a bit but she still had it going on. Her breasts weren’t quite as perky as they had been ten years ago, but they were still big! She still noticed men stealing glances when she went out. Although her husband hardly appreciated her anymore, she was sure that she was still hot.

It was probably better that way though. He was only good for about five minutes of clumsy thrusting before passing out for the night, and that was if she was lucky, and not to mention—

She caught herself drifting off again. When she looked back Millie was gone.