Wife becomes 'cute neighbor' for black man

My wife Deb and I led fairly routine and busy lives. We had been married for 18 years and both worked full time demanding jobs in the city. We had intentionally chose our career paths over having a family. During a typical week it was average for us to work 70-80 hours with little time to ourselves.

Deb was an international corporate attorney with a large law firm where she had made partner several years ago. She maintained her sharp professional conservative courtroom appearance and looked dazzling in her usual business attire. She stood 5'4 and weighed 120 lbs. She had short hair just above her shoulders and a nice firm figure. At 38 years old she still looked good and was a skilled negotiator. 

We lived in an exclusive part of the District of Columbia know as Chevy Chase. Our neighbors were all professional people and we could go for several weeks without seeing our next door neighbor. Over the past several years Deb had got a soft spot for trying to help the underprivileged and environment type attitude. I think it came from the politically correct stance her firm portrayed.

Sex had never been a high priority in our lives and an occasional bedroom encounter typically ended with us both getting back out of bed and working on our laptops into the night. However, over the past several years as Deb became politically correct I had began having some wild sexual fantasy ideas running through my head. I tried to get my wife to indulge in these with me but she was relatively cold to most my advances. I had bought up the idea of having another man or women join us to which Deb would roll her eyes and tell me I should have sown my wild oats during college.

We had a new neighbor move into the house next door to us and he was a lot different than any of our other neighbors. His name was Reggie and while we had plenty of other black professional neighbors Reggie had a rougher demeanor about him. He was eccentric in his speech, mannerisms and dress. While it was seldom to see anybody who resided in our little community not wearing a suit, Reggie was only seen in tight fitting jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt. He had several large gold chains around his neck and big rings on his fingers. He was outgoing and friendly and always trying to strike up a conversation. He appeared cool and persuasive. 

As Deb and I drove into the driveway one Saturday afternoon he came up as we got out of the car. He looked the car over and commented on it being a nice ride. Both Deb an I found him easy to talk to and from that point on we sort of became friends, at least in as much as one could have in the DC area. Over the next several months we would get together on weekends and just talk. He asked about what we did for a living and seemed genuinely interested as we talked at length about our jobs and careers. When we inquired about what he did for a living he told us he worked for the ‘cute neighbor’ project. We assumed it was some type of government project and left it at that.

As I noticed him dazzling Deb with his charm and wit I began wondering more about what he did. I took the opportunity to type ‘cute neighbor’ into my laptop one night while online and was amazed at the content of the website. Thousands of beautiful women from around the country were featured posing nude and being seduced by the mailman, the kids teacher, the newspaper boy and countless other ‘strange’ men. Many pictures showed interracial pictures which really turned me on. I spent several hours browsing through the site and finally went to bed that night with a raging hard on.

I didn’t know weather to tell Deb what the cute neighbor project was or to let her continue oblivious to who and what Reggie was. A scheme began to develop in my mind. The next time I saw Reggie when Deb was not home I told him I had seen his website. I told him I was impressed with the content and asked if he found my wife to be a ‘cute neighbor’. Reggie laughed and told me he had a fun and fulfilling job. He continued to tell me he found my wife to be extremely hot and as he put it, very fuckable. He asked if that bothered me and I told him it turned me on. He asked if I would like to see Deb posted on his site and when I told him the idea intrigued me he told me he could help me out if I would help him put it together. 

When Deb got home that night I asked if she had any plans for that Saturday night. When she said not unless I wanted to take her to the Kennedy Center I told her I had invited Reggie over for the evening and thought about having a little cookout. She laughed and teased about my having a new gas grill that had been set up an never used in the two years I had owned it. She said that sounded like fun, she enjoyed his company. She said she found Reggie fresh and exciting for the crowd we usually were surrounded by.

Saturday night arrived and Reggie showed up promptly at six. We enjoyed a nice dinner and conversation and while sitting around the living room drinking wine I commented to Reggie that I found his business to be cutting edge and told him that Deb liked to try to assist people in need and maybe they could work on something together if he wanted to tell her more about his job.

Reggie picked up on the idea an took off with it. He moved closer to Deb on the couch and facing her directly told her of how he was in the business of helping women to feel good about who they were and to be more confident with themselves. Reggie sounded like a snake oil salesman who could have sold ice to a group of Eskimos. He hit all Deb’s politically correct hot buttons. Reggie was excited and passionate about his work and Deb got equally as passionate. If I had not known better I would never have guessed he was taking the first steps of seducing my proper wife. 

When he had her hooked he sensitively asked if it would be alright with her if he helped her build her esteem. She laughed an told him she faced the smartest and brightest male lawyers in the world every day in negotiations and courtroom battles and her esteem and confidence could not be bolstered. When Reggie smiled at her and asked about her confidence as a beautiful sensual women she looked perplexed. Reggie smooth talked her telling her how gorgeous and attractive she was. He added “Look at yourself sitting there in that male dominating world business suit. Hiding your natural female beauty. Let yourself loose for a moment.” 

Deb looked puzzled as she looked down at her dark neutral colored business pants suit that had become her standard uniform. She looked back into Reggie’s eyes an and said “But this is what I wear, it is who I am. This is what garners the respect of my colleagues.”

Reggie smiled deeply at her saying “But what about who you are without that uniform? Does your confidence come from that outfit that hides your identity as a seductive attractive women?”

Deb starred at him thinking for a minute as he confused her mind. “I don’t think of myself as a women, I think of myself as a professional, as a lawyer. When I imagine myself I see only my outward appearance as I am now.”

“Is that dull, cold suit who Deb is inside? Is there someone inside that suit that wants to come out and be recognized for who and what she is?” Reggie softly said to her.

I sat on the edge of my chair wondering how my wife would respond. It had been so long since I had known anybody but the cool and calculating Deb who thought of every word before she spoke and calculated the outcome of every action. Was the girl I met almost 18 years ago still on the inside? Would she see threw Reggie’s game here or go for it. He had me sold so far.

Deb looked at Reggie and finally said “There is so much more to me than what you see on the outside, but I don’t know how to let it loose or expose myself. I guess you are right, my confidence is worn with my attire.”

“Would you allow me to help bring the real Deb out and let you break free of the mold you have pressed yourself into?” Reggie asked.

Deb responded “Well, I guess I am willing to try but I don’t know how far I will be able to go. I have been this for so long I don’t know if the real women in me is still alive.”