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Several months ago, while my husband and I were having drinks in the basement, he told me that he wanted to run something past me and see how I felt about it. I asked him what was up, and he mentioned that his buddy Mike was going through a rough situation at the moment and he wanted to help him. Mike and his wife Melissa had divorced, and he was currently living with his sister, sleeping on her couch, until he could get back on his feet. It wasn't easy for him, because his sister had her own family, and he felt like he was imposing on her. At the time, my husband and I had been renovating our second-floor apartment after having evicted the tenants from hell, and we were eventually going to need to rent the place out. He suggested offering the apartment to Mike and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. On one hand, I certainly wanted to help, but on the other, I wasn't sure how I would feel about Mike living upstairs.

You see, Mike and I go back to our high school days, when I started dating my husband. At that time, he was quite a ladies’ man and tried to fuck every girl that looked his way, including me. Even though I was dating my husband, who was his best friend at the time, Mike still tried to hit on me and fuck me. Even though I wanted to, I never gave in, and stayed faithful to my boyfriend, who was now my husband. I did however, wonder what it would be like to have fucked him. After all, he was a great looking guy and took amazing care of his body as he loved to work out. My husband, on the other hand, put on some weight over the years, and was the complete opposite. We still made love, but it wasn't anything like it used to be.

After discussing it for a while, we finally decided to do it, and offered Mike the apartment. He was grateful, thanking us over and over again, while telling us that he would be a model tenant, and that we had nothing to worry about. We set everything up, and about a month or so later, he began moving in.

During that time, Mike and I, got reacquainted, as we hadn't really hung out or seen each other in the last 15-20 years. He obviously stayed in touch with my husband, and they had gotten together several times, but he and I hadn't. It was nice to catch up, and besides him looking just as good today as he used to in the past, I noticed that he also had a very friendly demeanor. I assumed it was because we were renting him the apartment, but either way, it was nice.

Over the next several weeks, we all hung out on several occasions, spending time in my husband’s man cave, as well as going out to eat. It was kind of like the old days, when we were in high school and used to do similar things. The only difference today was that we were older, and hanging at the mall wasn't as appealing to us anymore.

As the weeks went by, I noticed Mike getting a bit more comfortable, and getting back to his old fun, flirty, horny ways. He would joke around and even playfully flirt with me from time to time, and I didn't mind the attention. At my age, it was fun to get hit on once again, as it had been quite a while since anyone had flirted with me. My husband and I were in our usual routine at this point, and even though we could have fun with others if we wanted to, neither one of us really pursued it.

A few months after Mike moved in and was slowly settling in, summertime arrived and I was off work because I worked in a school. I was home and offered to help him out with anything he needed, as he tried to get his apartment all set up. He often worked from home, and took me up on my offer, telling me that it would be great if I could help him decorate and set things up, because he had no clue what he was doing. With that, I went up each day for a couple of hours, to help him unpack stuff, and slowly decorate the place. It was summer, so I often wore black yoga shorts, along with tank tops, and being that I was a curvy woman, Mike would often get quite the view whenever I bent over. Playfully, he would complement me, and continue to flirt, and I enjoyed it all. It was nice to know that I could still turn someone's head. The attention was nice, and I didn't mind it.

Once everything was situated in his apartment, he wanted to show his gratitude and took me to breakfast. I enjoyed it, as I hadn't been out to eat in quite a while. Once you have a child, and responsibilities, it becomes a little more difficult to get out and have fun. Mike realized that, and from then on, treated me to breakfast and lunch

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