Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights

Hanging My Neighbor’s Holiday Lights
By rutger5 (An Original story – Copyright 2011)




It all happened because of my wife. Don’t get me wrong I’m not really blaming her but without her it never would have happened. Well let me start at the beginning. My wife and I had gone to high school together and though we hadn’t dated we were part of the same crowd. It was after we graduated that we started spending time together and six months later we were married after she became pregnant with our first child.


Twenty three years and two more children later with our last one now out of the house we decided to make some lifestyle changes. Our youngest was in college out west when he met the “One” and asked us to ship him all his things out there. Now it was just the two of us in our too large and too empty house. We sold at the right time, not long before the bubble burst, luckily enough for us and bought a smaller, older house at a good price. It needed work but since I’m a carpenter by trade I was able to do most of the work myself which saved us a lot of money. Plus we paid for it with the proceeds of our last house so we had no mortgage to worry about.


Carol had been working part time for years by now and she continued to do so to keep from being bored at home but usually worked only three days a week leaving her with plenty of spare time. Because she was home a lot she got to know many of the neighbors. My contact was usually restricted to weekends when I would be doing yard work or in passing when coming or going in the morning or evening. She on the other hand saw the neighbors more and a few of the neighborhood gossips would keep her filled in on the various goings on of the block.


Because of that we could say whose kids misbehaved and who drank too much or whose marriage was allegedly on the rocks. There was certainly trouble in paradise four houses down from us and it was so obvious that even I could tell. When we moved in two years ago we would see the couple pushing their little girl in her stroller and we would say hello in passing but they kept to themselves for the most part. Then the fights started or maybe just became worse so that everyone on the block could hear.


One evening my wife told me that the police were there during the day and though nobody was arrested she saw the husband leave with a hastily packed bag. Soon the reports came through the grapevine that they were getting divorced. Sometimes in the morning when I was leaving I would see the woman taking her daughter to school and she was usually dressed in those medical type scrubs. She would always say hello as she passed and seemed much more outgoing as if a dark cloud was lifted from her head.


Of course my wife saw her more than I did due to being home more and they became friendly, and on a couple of occasions Carol watched the little girl, who was named Elizabeth, when her mother Anna had no one else to watch her. Since we now had an empty nest my wife was eager to mother someone and little Liz fit the bill perfectly. She was an adorable child who loved Carol and would run up and hug her every time she saw her.


On the other hand I was always glad to see her mother. Anna was a thick, curvy Latina with long and curly brown hair that reached almost to her waist and she had flashing black eyes. Since her husband had moved out she wore clothing that showed her figure off more when she wasn’t wearing scrubs for her job as a nurse’s aid. Maybe as a married man I shouldn’t have noticed her phat butt and large round breasts but I never saw the harm in looking though I know that many women, including Carol, might not agree. But I was married not dead and since I’d gotten married I had never cheated or even attempted to put myself in a situation where I’d be tempted to. There was nothing wrong with noticing an attractive woman; they are the most beautiful of God’s creations in my mind. And to be honest when I looked Anna’s way she would invariably smile at me and often would seem to exaggerate the sway of her hips and ass as she passed.


No doubt as a woman going through a divorce she welcomed anything that made her feel attractive and desirable was simply the way I saw it. Besides I never flirted with her or did anything inappropriate in any way, it was just eye candy. Maybe if my wife and I were having relations more often it wouldn’t have happened the way it did. Maybe I’m just rationalizing now. To be truthful our sex life had gone downhill since the last of our kids was born, three babies in five years can do that to a marriage. But even once they all were in school and we had more time Carol seemed happy with our once a week lovemaking.



I wanted more as I was still in my mid twenties but I learned to cope with less. As the years went by I’d have gladly returned to once a week as our sessions became less frequent and just as bad was there was no variety. Every position but standard missionary caused her some pain or discomfort to some part of her body she said and blowjobs didn’t happen except on a few rare occasions where she was drunk and playful or on my birthday. Even that was now years in the past and though I remained fit and in shape with a still healthy libido masturbation became my main sexual outlet.


I had my workshop in the basement for my woodworking and other projects and I usually kept my laptop there. When I couldn’t take it anymore I would go to xnxx.com and read stories or watch a video while I brought myself some solitary relief. It was far from a perfect situation but it was what it was and I dealt with it. That is until that fateful holiday season.


A couple of years ago I’d made some wooden reindeer figures to decorate the yard during the Yule time season and once December rolled around I’d put them out and string lights up on the house. Ever since I was a kid I loved this time of the year so I would go all out decorating the property and the fact that it helped to keep me occupied was a plus. Once I was finished I had one of the best decorated houses in the neighborhood and the local kids would ooh and aah. Anyway one evening during dinner Carol started telling me how poor little Liz loved our decorations but since her father had moved out there was no one to decorate the outside of her house.



“You know John this is a chance to help a young girl have something to believe in” she told me. “You have some free time on Saturday and Anna has all the lights. She just needs someone to hang them and I told her you’d be glad to and she was beside herself with joy when she heard. I hope you don’t mind.”



“It would have been nice to mention it to me first since I’ll be the one doing it” I replied.


“Well you don’t have to you know. I didn’t think you’d have a problem doing it but I can come up with an excuse if you want.”


“No I guess I can do it, Saturday is free. Just wish I was asked is all.”



Well Saturday rolled around and it was sunny but windy and very cold as befitted a mid December morning. While I sat sipping my second cup of coffee after breakfast Carol busied herself getting ready to head out for a day of Christmas shopping. She kissed me goodbye on the cheek and headed for the door. She turned right before she left and spoke to me.


“I’ll be back in time for dinner John, Anna said anytime after 10:00 AM is fine to start. Be careful and I’ll see you later.”


“Good bye dear and don’t spend all our money” I told her with a grin.


She just huffed and closed the door behind her as I chuckled. In fifteen minutes I had on my Carhartt jacket and Mechanix gloves and I was in my backyard getting my extension ladder. Within five minutes at ten after ten I was ringing Anna’s doorbell. After two minutes and no answer I rang again and this time I thought I heard something approaching. The door opened and Anna stood there in a red robe.


“Good morning John” she said with a big smile “sorry I left you so long on the doorstep but I just got out of the shower. Why don’t you come in and I’ll show you where the decorations are.”


Since I was speechless I just nodded in reply. Anna wasn’t wearing a thick terrycloth robe like I do when I shower but a silky looking number that barely reached mid-thigh and also revealed a generous amount of her full bosom. She just turned sideways so I had to squeeze past her to enter the foyer. As I did I could smell the mingled scents of berry and soap emanating from her and it was marvelous. Once I moved past she closed the door behind us and motioned me forward into the living room.


“I really want to thank you for this John and I can’t imagine how I can properly show you my gratitude.