Everybody Needs Good Neighbors
It was early September and the feeling of autumn was abundant.
Becky Adams had taken down her net curtains to wash...it was a good way to keep an eye on her neighbor and sometime lover Joe.
At first, when the affair had begun, Joe had seemed besotted by her...now; things seemed to have gone off the boil a little.
Sure Joe came around to see her now and again, especially when Amanda was out of the way. She had noticed now though, that sometimes Joe would wait for Amanda to leave in the family car...then he'd go out also.
Becky and Sam had been married nine years, and she supposed that they were jogging along ok.
It was just that she needed more. It wasn't just the sex; Becky needed to be wanted by someone.
Sam was so meek and mild. He just wanted a good and quiet life.
Before they had married, Becky had made it clear that she did not want children.
Sam hadn't really had a say in the matter. He knew that he loved Becky, and that was sufficient for him.
Now though, he sometimes mused when he was alone...it might have been nice...a little boy or a girl, just like her mummy.
Sam knew that his wife craved attention from other men. He was no fool and had seen the way that Joe next door ogled his wife.
Sam liked Amanda, Joe's wife. He suspected that she, like him, would have occasionally liked to opt for the quieter life.
The now regular get-togethers were fair enough, but sometimes monotonous.
Joe would get drunk very quickly; Becky would flirt with any man there...except for Sam and David...
David was a man that Sam liked and respected a lot.
He had such a lot of knowledge and only lacked one thing, maybe a partner.
He was still a handsome man and only fifty-five. Some girl somewhere would find him a good catch.
This Sunday Becky had decided that they would hold a Sunday brunch.
She was going to cook smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, followed by a good old English cooked breakfast.
Yesterday she had got in contact with everyone to arrange times etc. It had been decided that they should all be at Becky and Sam's at midday.
It was Friday now, and Becky was feeling agitated.
She didn't work, didn't have to...Sam's salary was good, and Becky liked being a lady of leisure.
It suited her needs, being at home. When Joe came around to 'visit', it was best that Sam was safely out of the way.
Yet, this week, Joe hadn't been to see her since Monday.
They had hastily made love in Becky's bed that she shared with her husband...Joe had made his exit quite quickly. He was obviously preoccupied with something...or someone else!
Now, whatever rather loose morals she had, Becky kept a beautiful home. Everything was in its correct place, and she had exquisite taste in décor.
By Friday evening, Becky was settled in a luxuriously scented bubble bath sipping a shop-bought cocktail.
Sam wasn't due in until gone ten, and Becky was going to have an early night for once.
She still hadn't clapped eyes on Joe, and funnily enough it didn't seem to bother her much today.
Everything was prepared for tomorrow's brunch...the champagne was chilling...ready for the Bucks Fizz and the large oak rectory table was beautifully set.
Becky got out of the bath and towel dried herself with a Turkish towel. She had to have an expensive towel...it made her feel cosseted and warm. Sam tried to do that. He loved her; she knew that well. She loved him too and felt bad sometimes at the way she treated him. Although she supposed he didn't know about the casual flings she had.
Joe had a bevy of women at his beck and call, Becky knew this...frankly she was tiring of him.
As she put on her kimono, the doorbell sounded.
Becky swore to herself and traipsed downstairs to answer it.
It was Joe, rather a tipsy Joe at that.
"Amanda's out," he said, swaying slightly. "I've missed you darling."
Becky looked sadly at him, and in an instance she was repulsed.
It wasn't only Joe, but also herself that she was angry at.
"Go home to your wife Joe," she said quietly. "Just let's be neighbors...go on...leave now, no more Joe!" She shut the door firmly.
She let these men treat her like a sex object, and she was worth more than that.
Amanda was a good loyal wife to Joe and Sam...poor Sam didn't deserve to be spurned.
She had adored him...probably still did. It was just that she had watched whilst her mother had been treated like a servant by Becky's father.
Even at the age of thirty, Becky's poor mother had looked like someone's grandmother.
Her father had kept lovers all his married life, and his poor wife had suffered them in silence. A long time ago, Becky had vowed that she would never let a man treat her in this vile way. She would always call the tune and be in charge of her destiny.
Maybe she was growing up a bit...about time. Sam would never treat her as anything less than his equal, and she knew that she would always be loved.
Was it fear that had made her act in this way...was she frightened of showing her true feelings?
As for children, it wouldn't be so bad...quite special really. Becky wandered into the second bedroom and looked around it.
It had a modern computer in it and was impeccably decorated.
Becky felt herself getting quite emotional.
She could have lost everything for a few moments of pleasure, when she had all she wanted in her husband.
She got in to bed and fell asleep, only to be awoken by the front door slamming shut.
Within minutes, Sam was undressed and beside her in bed.
Becky turned to face him and outlined his face with her fingers.
She didn't have to say anything, the tears told a story.
Sam kissed her on her forehead and wiped a solitary tear away.
He was no fool. He knew of her latest indiscretion with Joe. It was just that he loved her so much and would have forgiven her anything.
"No more Sam," she said quietly. "There'll be no one else...I promise"
Sam nodded and swallowed hard. He wanted to believe her and thought that she really meant it this time. Time would tell...they'd come through this if he had to use all the strength in his body.
"I love you Sam," she said sleepily.
"I'll prove it...you see if I don't"
Suddenly he believed her...he truly did!
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