[M4A] The young couple and the confident, older neighbor (Hotwife/Cuckolding)

We moved into the quiet cul-de-sac in late spring. The house next door belonged to Ray: late fifties, solid build, recently divorced. He kept to himself at first, but the fence was low and the yards small. Tools got borrowed. Packages got taken in. A couple of cold beers turned into him grilling for us on Saturdays. I started calling him when the garbage disposal jammed or the deck boards needed replacing. He was good with his hands and never made a big deal about it.

My wife liked him. Easy conversation, no pressure. At first it was harmless. She’d wave him over when I was still finishing something up. Ask his opinion on little things, stuff that didn’t really need a second set of eyes. He always took his time answering, like he actually cared about getting it right. Then it started to change. I’d come home and she’d be next door already. “He needed help with something,” she’d say, or “I just went over to talk for a bit.” It made sense. He was right there. And she was always good at making people feel less alone. The time stretched, though. Thirty minutes became an hour. Then two. Sometimes I’d look out and see the lights still on over there, silhouettes moving behind the curtains.

One Thursday I finished work early. The lights were on in Ray’s living room. It was late enough that I didn’t bother texting. Just walked over, let myself through the side gate like I’d done a dozen times before. His house was lit, soft yellow glow through the windows, TV murmuring in the background.

She was pressed up against the kitchen counter. Ray had one thick forearm braced beside her head. His other hand was under her shirt, cupping her breast the way a man holds something that already belongs to him, squeezing. They were kissing deep, mouths open, no hurry. Her hip was tilted into him. Neither of them looked toward the window.

I stood there longer than I should have. Long enough to watch his hand groping her possessively. Long enough to see her fingers curl into the front of his shirt and pull him closer.

Then her eyes opened and found mine.

She didn’t jump. She didn’t push him away hard. She just stilled, lips still parted against his, and after a second Ray turned his head too. He saw me too. His hand stayed where it was for another heartbeat, possessive, before he slowly withdrew it. She straightened her shirt with one hand. Neither of them scrambled or apologized.

Ray cleared his throat. “Door’s open if you want to come in.”

I stayed on the grass a few more seconds. "Sorry I just...was just checking in." I said, before turning and heading back to the house, mind swimming with what I'd just saw.

Looking for someone to play the older neighbor or the wife, while I can play the husband and either share the third character or play both!

Prefer literate, descriptive, roleplay with as much story as smut. Would love to discuss this idea and brainstorm with a well-written partner. Happy to discuss exact limits, preferences and character references before we start.