Erotica - Let Fate Decide

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I had been living in my neighborhood for about 5 years. I live in a small close knit community were everyone knows everyone. It has long been the running joke that I was having "an affair" with my next-door neighbor Macy. It was a joke that everyone seemed to 'know' to be false. Our neighbor, Macy loves to flirt.

My apparent shyness seems to fuel on her innocent advances. And although I often turn red or become speechless when she whistles or suggests that we "get together", I secretly enjoy the attention. My wife of six years regards the advances as amusing, and in some ways encourages it.

After about three years of this treatment, circumstances changed from friendly to passionate. Macy's husband John was away on a trip; she called our house to ask if she could "borrow-me" from my wife. It seemed that she had a small repair that needed attention. Oddly enough, I have had one or two erotic fantasies involving Macy that began precisely this way. Irony aside, my wife volunteered me to help with the job.

As I walked next door Macy greeted me outside. I couldn't help but admire her petite form; she was wearing a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. At 34, she was looking quite fit and sexy. I think she caught me checking her out, because resumed the usual conversation, "Finally, I've got you all to myself. My husband's out of town and the kids are asleep. Maybe after you fix the door we can jump in the hot tub."

As usual, I was speechless. She showed me the problem; the bathroom door would not open. It was an old house; the doorknobs were antique brass. I recognized the problem right away. I tightened the setscrew, and the door was working immediately. "I am impressed, John didn't know what to do." I confessed that this was a common repair in my house, having a home of almost the same vintage.

Although Macy has always been aggressive with her flirting, I think she always meant it as a joke. What happened next surprised both of us. Macy rested her hand on my ass and began to gently stroke it; I think she did so unconsciously as she would to her own husband. Macy seemed to realize what she was doing and backed off looking stunned. This time she was the one blushing. At almost the same moment the phone rang, it was my wife - she had to go to her mother's house, unaware of events she said that Macy, "...could have me all night."

When Macy hung up the phone, the sexual tension was building. Boldly I teased, "I guess I am all yours."

This only encouraged Macy; she quickly called my bluff. "Time to get naked and hop in the hot-tub!" she accepted my advance a wide grin.

I stammered, "Um umm"; it seemed that I am not as good at flirting as Macy is. I recovered somewhat, "I am not that easy, I need to be wined and romanced before I get naked with someone".

She was ready. Macy opened her refrigerator to reveal a bottle of wine chilling. Then she got two glasses from the rack.

We sat and talked at the bar, drinking together. The moment was more intoxicating than the wine. Only when Macy went to turn on 'mood' music, did I realize how swept up I was in the moment. We had never taken it this far before, I knew I had to do something quickly to get out of there or else it would be too late to avoid what was coming next. I spotted a deck of cards, and glimpsed my exit strategy. Macy returned all giddy and grinning.

Softly Macy renewed her invitation, "Ready for that trip to the hot-tub yet?"

I had never before noticed how blue and wide her eyes were, I stared into them. Her breasts seemed swollen in her tank top; her nipples became suddenly evident. I was beginning to crave her touch, and touch me she did. She sat close and fondled my knee. I could feel an erection swelling up in my jeans. She did too. I withdrew, grabbing the deck of cards. Again I stammered, "Um Umm. Tell you what. If you draw the Queen of hearts, I'll obey any command you give me. If not, I'll leave." My gambit was revealed.

She smiled, "Those are pretty poor odds. I think you'll do whatever I command anyway."

She was correct.

"But...I will play your game...with some conditions." I was on the edge of my seat wondering how she planned to up-the-ante.

"Condition one is that any Queen counts" I nodded in agreement.

"Condition two is that we have to play this game now and every time we are alone together, until a Queen is drawn".

"Deal!" I exclaimed.

"I need a promise from you that you won't avoid me either"

"O.K." I hoarsely croaked.

"...And I get to shuffle the deck." In earnest she took the cards from me and began to shuffle. I refilled our glasses. She sat the deck down. We sat and considered the new proposition. Both of us knew that fate might forever change our 'innocent game' into something more.

The conversation lingered; we looked longingly at one another in a manner we had never dared before. Macy requested that I cut the deck; she would turn over the top card. Her hand was shaking as she reached for the card. That moment seemed to last for an hour, as she turned the card our fate was revealed. It was the two of hearts. Relief and disappointment flooded through me. I sprang up and thanked Macy for her hospitality. Macy drew close to me,

"Don't forget our deal."

"I could not if I tried." I promised. I was in fact anticipating the next game already. Macy whispered in my ear,

"It's just a matter of time...I am going to get you." She ran one hand through my hair, and the other up my leg stopping briefly at the bulge in my pants.

The next moment I was standing outside her door. All I could hear was my heart pounding. I walked next door to my home and the realization of what had just happened hit me hard.

For days my thoughts dwelled on the moment, almost feeling Macy's hand gently stroked my cock, the memory of her soft whisper in my ear sent shivers up and down my spine. Every time we saw each other after that, the chemistry between us was instant and potent. The overt flirtations continued and every so often, I found a queen of hearts in my mailbox.

Almost two months since the encounter, my wife went away on a rare five-day business trip. I bought a new deck of cards and inserted all the other Queens in my possession.

To be continued...