I first met Jordan and Crystal when they moved onto the block with their three kids during the summer of 2007. They were a nice enough family. Jordan and Crystal were both in their early 30s and the kids ranged in age from thirteen to two.
Since most of the people in the neighborhood were older folks, Jordan and Crystal naturally gravitated toward me. Being 40, I was closest to their age. We'd sit and talk and drink beer or I'd barbecue or invite them and the kids over to use my pool. I liked them both and adored their family. They were good people. Cajuns from southern Louisiana. I got a kick out of their accents.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Crystal right from the start. She was beautiful. Short, dark haired, dark eyed, nice ass, small but perky tits. She looked great for a woman that had given birth to three children. But despite my attraction for her, I never made a move because I genuinely liked her little family.

As far as I knew everything was great between Jordan and Crystal. But not quite a year after moving in, they began arguing loudly at all hours of the day and night. You could hear the shouting from across the street. Jordan would storm out of the house, climb into his Kenworth and roar down the street. Sometimes he'd stay gone for a couple of weeks.

Crystal would see me outside watering the lawn or working in my yard and she'd come over and we'd talk. I never asked questions. I just let her vent. She seemed more than happy to fill me in on every intimate detail without being prodded. It seemed that Jordan was carrying on an affair with a woman in Arizona. Crystal had snooped on his incoming e-mails. When she had confronted her husband with the incriminating evidence, he'd countered by accusing her of first cheating on him by carrying on an online affair with a man she'd friended at some social network she was a member of. They often talked long into the night and Jordan suspected there was a lot more to their online friendship than Crystal would admit.

Crystal swore to me her friend was gay and like a brother to her, they vented to one another about their relationships and traded cooking recipes. I wasn't exactly sure I believed her, but I didn't say so. I thought it more likely that she and Jordan were both guilty of a little marital infedility.

I told her I hoped things worked out, then she said she doubted that was possible anymore and started crying. The kids were hungry and money was low, Jordan spent most of his time in Arizona with his whore, and didn't care that his family depended on him. Crystal said she had turned in applications at several places around town for work, but she wasn't hopeful. She had dropped out of high school to have her first daughter.

I listened carefully and told her not to worry, I could afford to help her and the kids out. I asked her to go home and make a shopping list and as soon as I showered and changed clothes, I'd drive her to the grocery store. She smiled prettily and thanked me and went home to write out her list.

We wen't shopping, all of us. The kids too. It was fun. I hadn't gone to the store in a big group like that since I'd been a kid myself, with my own parents and sibs. We ended up buying a whole lot more than the meager amount of necessities Crystal had jotted down on her strip of paper. Everybody was in high spirits until we got back home and saw Jordan's Kenworth parked in front of the house.

Jordan smiled without humor when he saw me. You just couldn't wait, could you he asked me. I saw the way you used to stare my wife down when we'd come over to swim. How long was it before you ran over here after you smelled trouble?? A day?? An hour?? Crystal told him to shut up, it wasn't like that at all. I was helping. Jordan laughed, yeah I'll just bet. And later on he gets to help himself to you right??

It was one thing to accuse me of being a jerk, but another to call Crystal a whore in front of her children. I walked over to Jordan and suggested he apologize. He wasn't inclined to do so and repeated his earlier remark. So I punched him. It wasn't really fair. He was 5'6'' and 160 pounds soaking wet. I was 6'2'' and 240. I played football in college and had kept in shape most of my life. I may have gotten a little soggy around the middle, but the strength was still there. He went out like a light.
In hindsight it was probably about the worst thing I could have done. It traumatized the two younger kids, and I doubt it won me any points with my neighbors who (like myself) enjoyed living on a quiet, peaceful block. The only positives were I didn't go to jail and the police weren't called. I stared at my fist, then down at Jordan and looked over at Crystal apologetically, she frowned and said "I know, I know... just go home ok??" So I did. About two hours later Jordan left his house with an exaggerated limp, threw some belongings into his truck and left for the final time.

The next morning I found a note in my mailbox from Crystal thanking me again for the groceries and telling me, her two youngest were a little mad at me. I understood. She said she'd talk to them about it, not to worry. I wasn't.

Two nights later she came over for a beer and we sat and talked on the porch. Same thing the next night and again the night after that. She ended up getting a job at a grocery store for minimum. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do. Job or no job though, she was going to lose the house. She couldn't make rent on her own.

I asked her if she and the kids would like to live with me. She stared at me a really long time. Was I serious?? Yeah, I was I said. I liked the kids and I admitted to her, I liked her a lot too. She was beautiful and a great mother. I loved the time we spent together. I loved the way she made me feel. I wanted my admission of love to come out like a Shakespearean sonnet. Instead it came out rather more ineloquent, but not too bad for a former offensive lineman. She leaned over and I moved my face in to meet her and we kissed. The moment her lips touched my own, little electric tingles shot all up and down my body and I could feel an immediate and strong reaction in my groin. No, not yet... I growled at my cock. Too soon, too soon.

She asked if I was sure I had room for her and the kids?? She'd need her own room, at least at the beginning she said. And she wanted to pay some sort of rent. She didn't want to live with me for free. It wouldn't look right. I told her we could work something out. So that weekend my neighbors saw a steady flow of bags and boxes walked across the street from one house to the other. I made my peace with the two youngest kids. The oldest little girl was already in my corner. Jordan wasn't her father. She had been the result of a high school romance of her mother's. She thought my one punch knock-out had been "pretty fuckin awesome" to use her words. Once I converted my office into an extra bedroom, we had just enough room so that everybody had their own bedroom.

The second night, after the kids were in bed and sleeping, Crystal knocked lightly on my bedroom door and came in. She was wearing a silky nightgown and smiled at me. I sat up in bed and smiled back, pulling the covers opposite me open. She shut the door and locked it and undressed, letting me see her beautiful nude body before walking over and crawling into bed with me. Instant erection. We made love off and on most of the night, trying to be as quiet as possible (which involved a lot of her biting me, a major turn on). Just before dawn my alarm clock woke us and she kissed me and went back to her bedroom.

It was like that for three months before she decided to let the kids know she and I were a couple. They accepted it (the oldest from the start, the younger ones took a little longer). We've been a happy little family since then. I married Crystal this past June and she's pregnant with our first and probably only child. Our sex life has been amazing, and I really love those kids. I've always wanted a big family.