Our New Neighbor by Shashauna P. Thomas
erotica contemporary menage short story (romantic elements)
cover art by Pink Petal Books
Release Date: 09/13/2012
From the moment they met in high school the sexual heat between Crystal and Trent was off the charts. It burned so bright that Crystal was convinced it burn forever. Which is why she didn’t know what to do when that fire began to fizzle a couple of years into their marriage. Despite the predictability of their sex lives Crystal’s love for her husband hadn’t changed. Believing this was the natural course of marriages, Crystal was about ready to accept their fate when Jenny their new neighbor moves in. From the moment she rides into town Jenny has shaken up their reserved gated community, and Crystal can’t help but be intrigued. She soon realizes that Jenny’s entrance to their lives just may be the spark her and Trent needed to get their love life back on track.
When I first met my husband Trent in high school there was an instant attraction between us. That attraction grew the more time we spent together. By the time our senior year came around not only were we completely head over heels in love with one another, but the intense passion between us seemed to know no bounds. Unable to keep our hands off one another we took full advantage of every opportunity we could get. Before school, after school, in-between classes, and before, during, and after his football practice. Sneaking out of our homes late at night to go parking and have fun in the backseat of his car. One of my personal favorites.
Trent and I were inseparable. Neither of our families were surprised when we married right after graduation. Both of us were so young, so full of ambition, and so excited to see what our future held. Even though almost everything in our lives was changing and uncertain, it was nice to know one thing for certain. The spark…the fire that Trent and I share would never be extinguished. At least that is what I thought. I definitely never expected after only six years of marriage we’d find ourselves in a sexual funk. One that it seemed only I had a problem with.
Trent appeared perfectly happy with how our lives together turned out. And in most ways I agreed with him. For two people who’d married right out of high school and didn’t go to college, we were doing pretty well for ourselves. I worked my way up to assistant CEO at a local company, while Trent worked his way up the corporate ladder in his father’s business. Once his father retires, Trent will be more than capable to take over the business. Our combined incomes allowed us to purchase our own home in a beautiful gated community. We’re living the American dream; a nice starter home, two budding careers, and even two cars. At 24, I had a lot to be grateful for, but above everything else, I was grateful for Trent. I loved my husband and I loved the life we’d somehow managed to make for ourselves. Just as I knew Trent loved me. I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life with anyone else and knew he felt the same.
Trent is a wonderful husband, which is why I often felt guilty for not being completely satisfied with him like I knew I should be. He worked hard, while still managing to make it home on time for dinner, pitched in around the house without being asked, and whenever we had a disagreement, Trent was the first one to say we should sit down and discuss the issue before it grew out of hand. He’s my best friend and I’ve always told him everything. And yet I couldn’t seem to find the right words to explain what I was feeling inside. I mean…how do you tell the man you love that you’re beginning to feel the spark in your relationship has died out? Oh yeah, that conversation would go over real well.
Don’t get me wrong. I know Trent finds me attractive, and he is still the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. The problem wasn’t attraction. The problem was somewhere along the way we lost all of the spontaneity we originally had. There use to be a time when all Trent had to do was give me a heated glance to get my juices flowing. I hadn’t seen one of those looks in over a year. When we first moved into the house, we christened every room and walked around the house naked. Now the only place we have sex is the bedroom. When we have sex, we both manage to find release, but the sex we’ve been having had nothing on what we use to share in the beginning. It was starting to feel routine. Predictable. I knew which nights we were going to have sex and which nights we weren’t. I knew about how long it was going to last. I knew where, when, and in what position the sex was going to take place. I knew because it was always the same. Like the rest of our lives, our sex life had somehow become routine.
I feared telling Trent I found our sex lives disappointing would hurt him. And hurting him was the very last thing I’d ever want to do. Instead of fixing the problem, telling him how I felt might push him away and thus make the situation worse. I could bruise his ego along with his feelings. He may start to question our relationship. Some men cheat on their wives just to prove they aren’t the problem in the bedroom or to prove their manhood. The ways this conversation could go horribly wrong was endless. We’ve been together long enough that usually I knew pretty much how Trent would react to anything. This time however, I had absolutely no clue. One thing I knew for certain; no man likes to hear their woman tell them they feel something is lacking between them sexually.
Never mind not knowing how he’d react to the conversation. I had no idea how I was supposed to bring up the topic. It was a problem I’ve never faced before and I certainly never expected to with Trent. I figured the advice of my friends and mother was the next best thing. So instead of turning to my husband—as I should’ve—I turned to others for advice. But when I first told them that Trent and I were in a sexual funk they thought I meant we weren’t having sex. Quickly I explained that wasn’t the problem. Trent and I have sex regularly enough for me not to worry that he’s cheating on me. After I explained it was the routine that was bothering me they all told me it was perfectly normal what I was feeling. That every relationship starts in a honeymoon phase. Everything always starts out brand new and exciting, but sooner or later those rose colored glasses are removed and the relationship settles down into a routine. It was then that we truly learn the person we are as well as who we’re with.