Denise and Darnell, pt 1

​After college, my fiance (Denise) and I (Jack) happened to find a good 2 year lease on a house rental. We had been in an apartment since school, and were tired of sharing walls with other people.​ It was in a decent little neighborhood without too many kids running around. Our wedding happened 3 months after we moved in. Yeah, it was a busy time, but we had planned a small wedding and had made all of the wedding decisions early on.

We were on a cul-de-sac that backed up to a few acres of trees. We only had 2 neighbors: one was a married couple in their late 50s. The other couple was a bit more peculiar. Well, the wife was pretty nice, but we rarely saw her. Her husband, Darnell, we saw a bit too often. He was a strange guy. He was in his early 50s and had been in the Army. He was about 6’4, muscular but lean and still in pretty good shape. He was often out in his backyard, which was separated from ours along that stretch with a 6′ wood privacy fence. The back part of our fence was only 4′ tall. That’s relevant in that he often appeared at it whenever my wife was laying out working on her tan. The best spot in the yard for unblocked sun was near the fence, and he seemed to never miss an opportunity to say hi to her when she barely had anything on.

In college, we’d broken up for a bit for some of the usual reasons, but also because of my insecurities. Denise never gave me a reason to be suspicious – it was just my jealousy issues. When we were apart, of course I’d often masturbate thinking about her.