[Insider] Neighborhood Encounters Chapter 3 Alpha (Patreon)

Happy pre-Halloween, another treat for you all. Neighbor Encounters Chapter 3! I don't have a ton to say here but I hope you enjoy this one, it was fun to write particularly the last scene. I'm enjoying playing around with Clara :)

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Clara’s Nike running shoes hit the ashphalt with quick strides. She wiped sweat from her forehead and checked her watch. She was maintaining her target pace as she jogged through the forested area near her home.

A couple of weeks ago, she and her husband Adam had taken a lesiurely stroll for the first time thought this route. Since then, it had become part of Clara’s regular routine. Aerobic exercise was one of the pillars that Clara built her workout regime on. Coupled with regular weight training she was about to easily maintain her tight and toned body, which she knew Adam quite enjoyed. She didn’t just do it for her husband, it was mostly for her. Disipline, hard work and reaching and achieving goals were important to Clara that bleed through into all aspects of her life.

As she ran her shoulder length platinum blonde hair bobbed with her, tied back into a ponytail. She never encountered anyone else in the forest during her morning runs. The trail didn’t seem to get a lot of traffic which suited Clara just fine. This way she didn’t have to worry about her running outfit catching any unwanted attention.

It wasn’t skimpy by San Francisco standards but her new area was a little more conservative than she would like. Her long, toned legs were on full display, with just a pair of black and white polyster shorts that stopped at her upper thigh. These were paired with a modest black sports bra with thick straps. It didn’t put her ample clevage on display but there was a sexy cross section of thin straps running between the cups and the rest of her exposed chest. She knew it would still look good without being too attention grabbing.

Clara passed the trail leading off to the subdivision, staying on the loop that would bring her back towards her house. Pop songs danced in her ears, a curated playlist of songs with specific beats per minute that matched up with her desired running tempo.

Normally running could put her into a medative like trance but today her mind kept gravitating towards work. There was a lot to do at her new startup at the University campus. Not only was there many more meetings and administrative activities than she had expected to deal with but new hurdles were becoming aparrent. Firstly, she hadn’t realized that the school lacked connections with the farming community around it. Clara would have to forge these herself as partnering with farmers was crucial to the success of her project. She needed the data points to expand things nationally and hopefully relocate out of this area when the time came. The second was difficulty filling out her staff, most local applicants were not qualified for what she was looking for.

Clara pushed these thoughts out of her mind as the trail opened up and she rounded a corner. The trailer park portion of her run was her least favorite part of the whole loop. Thankfully it was short. She’d figure out her work problems like she always did, making a list of actions and knocking them off one at a time.

A beat up pickup truck in front of one of the trailer’s caught her eye. She’d seen it a few times parked in Burt’s driveway. She stared in it’s direction for a few seconds before she realized there was someone sitting on the trailer’s porch, partially obscured by the shadow of its awning. Clara had seen this man before, staring at her from Burt’s driveway.

He was either a friend of relative of Burt’s. Either way he didn’t look like the sort of person Clara would want to spend time around. Other than the faded jeans, the man naked. No shoes, no shirt, just exposed weathered skin. His torso looked oddly proporationed. He had a gut but was filled out enough that he must be a laborer. If Clara had to guess, maybe a roofer. There was patchy stubble on his face but Clara’s heart skipped a beat when she noticed the intense gaze in her direction. Clara turned back to the path in front of her and picked up her pace, eager to get through this section of trail and back into the forest.

Twenty minutes later, Clara slowed her pace as she arrived at her driveway. With hands on her hips, she look deep breaths and checked he watched to ensure she was under her target time. Movement out of the corner of her eyes caught her attention. She assumed it was Adam. She turned to smile at him but instead saw their large neighbor trudge across their lawn, his eyes focused on her.

“Morning Darlin,” Burt said with a smile, that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His rough looking face seemed to hide a permenant scowl. Clara took a moment to assess the man. Like usual he was wearing a pair of denim overalls and was shirtless underneth. Clara assume he was just naked as it seemed to fit his personality.

His hands and forearms were blackened by what she assumed was motor oil. The hair on his wide barrel chest was poking out from behind the straps of the coveralls, which were stretched around his torso by his impressive guy. She winced internally at the sun-damaged skin of his arms and shoulders.

“It’s Clara,” she corrected, maintaining her politness. Her Swedish parents had instilled politness in her from a young age, especially when it came to neighbors. Clara briefly reconsidered these lessons, since Burt was quite unlike any neighbor she’s ever had.

“Yeah, I get it,” Burt chuckled, his eyes blatantly running up and down her body, “Just bein' friendly, that’s all.”

“Well I appreciate that,” Clara meeting his eyes, “I would prefer Clara in the future, thats all.”

“Sure thing,” Burt smirked. Clara watched him break eye contact and lower his gaze to her chest. She wished she had worn one of her spandex tops that covered her exposed cleveage, even though she hated running in them.

“Do you need something Burt?” Clara asked.

A smile teased at the corner of her lips at her question but she wasn’t sure why. He broke his gaze from her chest and looked over at their Tesla parked in the driveway, “Was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind if I took a peek at your car sometime?”

“I’m not sure…why would you want to look at our car?’ Clara asked.

“Never looked under the hood of one of these before,” Burt scratched the stubble on his face, transfering some motor oil to it. The black oil stood out amoung the brown and grey stubble and the handlebar mustache. Burt was close enough that Clara could see how greasy and unkempt his shoulder-length hair was. “I work on cars and small engines, you know. Always been curious to see what’s so special about it.".”

“I’d rather just the Tesla service guys poke around,” Clara said diplomatically, “These electric vehicles aren’t the same as gas powered ones.”

Burt took a step closer to Clara, holding his hands out in front of him, palms up for Clara to look at. They didn’t look soft, she could see old scars where callouses had healed over. “I know how to be gentle,” Burt whispered, “I know exactly how to use my hands.”

The subext wasn’t lost on Clara, “Still, I’d prefer to keep just to let the qualified dealer under the hood.”

“I won’t push ya,” Burt held his hands up defensively and took a step back, “I like knowin' what makes a motor like yours tick.” His eyes lingered on Clara, “Bet it's interestin', but it can’t hold a candle to a diesel engine like my truck. All that environmental stuff is just for sellin' to the tree huggers.”

“Its not ‘crap’ Burt. Some of us care about our vehicle’s emissions. That truck of yours is like a mini coal factory. All that CO2 just goes up into the air and will stay there for thousands of years, raising the temperature of our planet.

"Yeah," Burt chuckled, "that’s what they call rollin' coal when it spits out that black smoke. You can’t get 'em like that off the lot."

“So you did that on purpose?” Clara crossed her arms, “It’s disgusting.”

"Whatever you say, Miss Snowflake. Now that you’re outta your little California bubble, you might be in for a surprise about how things are in the real world," Burt said.

“My world view if fine, thank you,” Clara said, “It’s probably more expansive that what you’ve experienced.”

"You sure love throwin' around them big words," Burt chuckled. "Probably makes ya feel all smart and fancy."

“It’s just how I talk Burt,” Clara said, “There’s no other motive.”

"Sure, sure. Maybe. I just know y'all university folks like to use them big words to make folks like me—who didn’t even finish high school—feel dumb. It ain't polite."

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Clara stood her ground.

“You sure 'bout that? Looks like I’m makin' you sweat a bit.”

“I just ran seven kilometers in the sun, it has nothing to do with you.”

“Maybe," Burt said, scratchin' his chin thoughtfully. "I am known for makin' the fairer sex a bit hot under the collar, though.”

"Speakin' of that," Burt cut in before Clara could reply, "you could always jump in that pool of yours to cool off. I sure miss bein' able to just wander over and dive in whenever I wanted. You think one of these days your hubby might let me take a dip?"

Clara’s brain rattled around trying to catalogue and develop a response for each of Burt’s comments. In the end she responded to the last one, “Maybe some time.”

Clara knew reasoning or trying to debate Burt was pointless. He was just one of those stubborn individuals who were stuck in their ways, adamanet about being an anchor that pulled the rest of society down and stalling any progress.

“I’m going to head inside,” Clara gestured to her house, “Go see what Adam’s up to and clean up.” She gave Burt a polite wave and turned to head into her house.

“See ya soon,” Burt tucked his thumbs into his overalls and watched her ass sway back and forth as she left.

***

Adam sat at his desk, scrolling through LinkedIn job ads for their new area. So far there wasn’t much that interested him or would be a fit for his experience. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened them he looked around the state of his makeshift office. There were still boxes and other mess in the room and on the desk. It would take awhile before he got everything sorted out and it felt like home.

His gaze drifted out the window do the small cul-de-sac in front of their new home. Clara was running up the path towards the house. As she neared the driveway, Adam stood up reading to go downstairs and meet her with a cold class of water.

He froze in place as he saw their hefty neighbor Burt saunter across the lawn in the direction of his loving wife. Adam couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but he was putting enough together from their body language.

The conversation seemed friendly at first but grew contentious. Sarah’s closed off her body language while Burt’s seemed to take a mocking stance. At one point he even stepped closed to whisper something to her conspiratorily.

Adam wasn’t born yesterday, he saw the way that their gruff neighbor was eyeing Clara. His wife looked incredibly sexy in her running outfit and he could see the sheen of sweat over her body from here. Burt on the other hand looked like he had just crawled out from under the engine of his gas guzzling truck. His body was draped in denim overalls and Adam doubted anything else.

The idea of his hot and sweaty wife being so close to a man so much older than her, naked except for the jean like material…..

Adamn felt his dick growing hard in his sweatpants as he watched the exchange. Playing up each of Burt’s leering gazes as statements of intent. This man was the diametric oppositive of him and his wife. The mere idea that she would do something with him caused Adam’s breathing to increase.

Clara gestured towards their house. As she took her eyes off their neighbor, Adam watched the older man adjust his cock. As quickly as he did it, his hands were back at his sides, Clara none the wiser.

His wife headed back towards the house but Adam’s eyes were on his neighbor who stayed in place. The only thing that moved was his eyes as they tracked Clara’s ass all the way to the door. Then they shifted, looking up, locking eyes with Adam. Burt smirked and Adam stepped back from the window, not sure how he was supposed to respond.

Did Burt somehow know what he was thinking about? Or was his smirk due to something he said to Clara. Adam moved into the doorway of the room, away from Burt’s vantage point. Clara was downstairs in the kitchen. Adam’s head was trying to process everything he had just seen and how he felt about it.

All he knew was that he couldn’t go downstairs to greet his wife until his hard dick softened and wasn’t so apparent.

***

Burt was pleased with himself. He had managed to poke a few of the ice queen’s buttons while openly leering at her body. She had to know what he thought of her. More importantly, Burt had caught her husband watching the exchange from the window.

Originally he had hoped to just rile the wife up enough that she would complain to her husband. Reiterating everything that Burt had said, including the innuendo. The fact that little hubby had seen the exchange was an even better. Hopefully his mind would start connecting the dots and he’d look at ol’ Burt the same way he did whoever that Trent guy was. A possible suitor for his wife in their fucked up fantasy – a part Burt was eager to play and exploit.

Burt sat in his hunting chair in the shadows of his closet. Just like when he went into the bush with his friends to take down a stag, he was sipping on beer. Lots of folks didn’t like the waiting around part of hunting but not Burt. Something about setting up and waiting for your prey to cross your path, not knowing what was about to happen to them until it was too late. Burt enjoyed that. Enjoyed being the one to pull the trigger.

Thats just how he felt now. He peered out the open closet door at the window. From this angle he could see right down into his neighbor’s window. It was only a matter of time before Clara took a shower after her run.

Just like a deer cluelessly wandering into the kill box, Clara stepped into her bedroom and started removing her layers. Burt leaned forward as the young woman peeled off her sports bra. He beautiful tits fell out on display for him. Burt didn’t take his eyes off her as he felt around on the ground for his hunting scope. He held it up to one eye as he closed the other and watched Clara through it. The same scope he’d felled countless animals with.

“Thats it,” Burt whispered, “Get naked girl.”

Her tits looked amazing. Supple, firm and reading to be fucked. He could just imagine running his thick cock up and down between them. A wicked smile spread onto his face as Clara lowered his running shorts and then her panties as she walked towards the ensuite bathroom.

“Look at the ass on her,” Burt whispered, staring at Clara’s naked bubble, “Casper was right. They don’t make em like that round’ here.”

Clara moved into the bathroom and started the shower. Burt watched from the reflection in the mirror as she stepped into the glass enclosure and started shampoing her air. With a shallow breath he watched her move on to soaping her breasts with her loofah. One hand on his cock, gentle stroking it as he watched this liberal woman clean herself.

Suddenly, Burt’s view was cut off. He pulled his eye back from the scope and looked with his eyes. Clara’s husband pulled one curtain over the window, blocking Burt’s perfect view.

“Fucker,” Burt muttered. Adam stood at the window for several seconds staring in Burt’s direction. Burt knew the guy couldn’t see him. That meant that he was at least thinking about Burt watching his naked wife. Seems like the snare was set.

Adam finally closed the other curtain, fully blocking Burt’s view of the room. The older man chuckled and downed the last bit of beer from his can before crushing it on the doorframe.

***

Adam’s eyes were stinging so he ran his palms over them. He knew they were bloodshot without even looking in the mirror. It was late. They had eaten dinner hours ago. Clara was downstairs somewhere catching up on her work emails while Adam sat in the office, formatting his resume for couple of potentially interesting positions. There was job opening he had heard about through his network at the Michigan Department of Energy. It wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, but it could open some local doors.

It was pitch black outside. There weren’t any streetlamps in the culdesac and Adam could almost see stars in the sky. He was getting ready to call it a night when he heard Clara’s soft footsteps in the hall.

“Almost done?” Clara smiled warmly as he appeared in the doorway. Adam felt his dick stir at the sight of his wife. Even just wearing her casual lounge clothes, she looked like a sex goddess. Tight black sweat pants clung to her hips and ass. A grey low cut tank top with impossibly thing straps were tucked into her sweatpants, pulling the material tight over the ample chest. The bare skin of the tops of her breasts promised a night full of debachery. Clara caught him gazing at her and gave him a wry smile.

“Because I’m ready for someone to take me to bed,” Clara flashed him her bedroom eyes, “You better hurry up or I just might find someone else to take your place.”

Adam could never read her face when she flirted with him like this. In his mind he knew she was just playing with him. Teasing him with his fantasy. But the coy corners of her lips implied something more. It could just be him seeing things that weren’t there, reading into things that he wanted. But he could swear there was something else there, just below the surface.

Clara moved out of his view, her fingers trailing along the door until they too disappeared. Adam sat for just a second, wondering if he could push Clara further with his fantasy. How far could he push her until he she told him no? He wasn’t sure where her line was. In their bedroom talk there never was a line but reality would be different. He took a deep breath and followed his wife to her bedroom.

The first thing he noticed when he walked into the bedroom was the blackness outside their windows. Clara’s habit of never closing their curtains still persisted even though they had moved across the country. It hadn’t been so bad in San Francisco with their bedroom window facing a brick wall, but here it was in eyesight of their neighbor.

Clara flashed him a conspiratorial smile as she pulled off her tight tank top off, revealing her black lacy bra underneth. She probably didn’t even realize the window was still open. Clara wasn’t a prude but she wouldn’t want a guy like that looking at her….

The idea of Burt’s eyes feasting on Clara’s naked flesh made his cock throb. It was time to gamble and see how far Clara wouldplay along.

“Disappointed I came so fast?” Adam said, “Now you don’t have to find someone else to fullfill my husbandly duties.”

Clara flashed him a sexy smile and bent over at the waist, lowering her sweatpants. Her fantastic ass was slowly exposed, clad only in black lace panites. “Well I didn’t have anyone else on hand,” Clara said as her naked legs came into view, “Trent is across the country, I would have had to resort to a stranger.”

Adam felt his heart beating in his chest at the mention of his old workplace rival. He hated the guy but he had severed as great fodder for his fantasies with Clara. She loved playing into it, knowing how much the guy got under her husband’s skin.

“I’m sure you could have your pick of any man you wanted,” Adam said looking her up and down, “No one would say no to you. But maybe it didn’t have to be a complete stranger.”

“Oh?” Clara stood up letting her sweatpants drop the rest of the way to the ground. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. It wasn’t lost on Adam that she was now in her bra and panties in front of an open window. If Burt just happened to look out, he would get an eyeful.

“Is there someone specific you have in mind?” Clara asked, “Finally someone to replace Trent with?”

“I think so,” Adam almost whispered, walking over to his wife. He didn’t like the idea of their neighbor seeing him but could resist placing his hands on the smooth skin of Clara’s arms and shoulders.

“Tell me who,” Clara bit her lip and turned her body, pressing her bubble butt into Adam’s crotch. Adam sucked in a breath as she pushed into him, the front of her body now exposed to the window. “You’re already hard for me,” Clara moaned softly, “Who is it you want me to play with?”

Adam smiled and felt his breathing quicken. He didn’t want to say it, afraid that voicing it would elicit a negative reaction from Clara. He knew she didn’t care for their neighbor, especially after he run in with him in the driveway a few days ago. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Open your eyes, look out the window.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Clara softly moaned as Adam’s lips grazed the sensitive areas of her neck, “What am I looking for?”

“Who do you think could be watching us right now?” Adam whispered, afraid that somehow their neighbor might hear. Afraid that if he said it too loudly, his wife would clue in to what he was saying. “Whose house is next to ours? Who can’t keep their eyes off of you?”

“You don’t mean,” Clara took a sharp intake of breath and Adam felt her hips move slightly back against him. Her body shuddered under his touch. She crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly realizing how exposed she actually was to their neighbor.

“I do,” Adam licked her earlobe, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I know what he’s been thinking about. Who knows, he could be wacthing you right now.”

“Uhhhh,” Clara moaned softly as Adam held her by the hips, grinding his dick into her backside. “I, I didn’t think you’d pick him. He’s not really my type.”

“I know,” Adam whispered, “Thats what makes it so hot. I think we should take things to the next level.”

“What do you mean?” Clara’s voice was nervous. Suddenly she felt very exposed and vulnerable.

“I think you need to take late night dip in the pool,” Adam said, “Put on a show for Mr. Burt.”

Clara shivered in his arms, “Are you sure? Do you really want me to do that?”

“I do,” Adam whispered, his fingertips grazing the goosebumps on her skin.

“I can’t find my white bikini top,” Clara said quietly. The pitch black out the window felt like it could conceal anything.

“Well…” Adam said, “You could always go out topless.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” Clara whispered.

“Then maybe the bikini you wore in cabo?” Adam said.

Clara shook her head slightly, “I know which one. Close the curtains and go downstairs. I’ll do it.”

Adam had never felt his cock this hard before. He wanted to ask ‘really?’ but didn’t want to tempt fate. He quickly closed the curtains and hurried downstairs as Clara went into the closet looking for her swim suit.

Adam stood in the kitchen watching the dark backyard. He couldn’t believe Clara was actually going to do this. Ever since he had revealed his fantasy to his wife, it had always stayed in the bedroom. Always just that, a fantasy. Tonight they were dipping their toe past the line, outside of their comfort zone. He couldn’t believe Clara was actually going to do this.

He heard her footsteps on the stairs coming down, soon she was on the same floor as him. She was heading to the back door off the mud room, instead of the one in the kitchen. His cock throbbed hearing the door open and shut. He loathed the overcast weather, barely making out his wife’s slender silloette as she moved towards the pool. He could see Clara slowly stepping down onto the steps of the pool, but he wanted to see more. Wanted to ensure Burt might actually see Clara.

An idea quickly formed in his head and he jogged to the mudroom. He peered out the window at his wife, making sure he hadn’t missed anything. He could jsut see her head above the water. Adam opened the closet containing some of the outdoor equipment and flipped a switch.

The lights embedded in the sides of the pool came on, illuminating Clara from below. She looked incredible in the pool. He was a little disappointed she had opted for her light blue one-piece swimsuit but he still couldn’t believe she was actually doing this for him. Adam looked out the side window at Burt’s house. Up on the deck off the back of Burt’s house, Adam could swear he saw movement. Burt might actually be up there watching.

***

Clara’s heart skipped a beat as the pool lights came on. She thought she might get away with just floating in the dark but it seemed like Adam had other ideas. He wanted to make sure that their neighbor saw her.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this. Her husband putting her on display for another man. Eyes roaming across her body with the only intent behind them being sexual….She couldn’t deny that she felt herself getting turned on at the idea.

It was the idea of doing this for Adam that turned her on. Making part of his fantasy come true. Being the sexual object of his fantasies. That is what turned her on. It definetely wasn’t the idea of their neighbor watching them. Clara had begun to loathe the man. He made her skin crawl. She couldn’t possibly find the idea of him watching her to be arousing. Burt was the anti-thesis of her in almost everyway. He stood for everything she rallied so hard against her entire life. Consverative values and the status quo would hold society back and drive the world into a climate diaster. And he wasn’t her type at all. She had never found herself attracted to guys like Burt. Adam was her ideal man.

She noticed for the first time how shallow her breathing was. The tops of her breasts rising and falling right at the water line. She cast a quick glance back at the house, knowing Adam had to have moved into the mudroom to turn the pool lights on.

Clara couldn’t help heself. She chanced a look at Burt’s house to see if he was watching her. She didn’t want to be too overt and quickly shifted her gaze. Unforunately she hadn’t seen him in her quick, covert look. He could see be there, at a window staring at her for all she knew.

***

Burt sat perched in the darkness of his deck, unmoving except for the slow stroke of his cock. Like any good hunter, he didn’t want his prey to know how close he was. Not until he was ready to strike.

When the pool lights came on, Burt got a wonderful view of Clara in the pool. Innocently moving around, pretending she was just going to a late swim. But those pool lights are controlled from inisde the house. Burt knew the switch was in the mudroom. The faint glow from the pool lights illuminated the back of his neighbors house enough for him to see movement in the mudroom window.

The husband, Adam was there which meant two things. The first, he was letting his wife swim alone and he wanted her to be seen. Sure, maybe he was just being nice and turning the lights on for her but he doubted it. Clara looked nervous and stiff as a board in the pool. The second was Adam was at the side window which didn’t have a view of the pool. He was looking for Burt, hoping to see him watching his wife.

Burt smiled in the darkness. It appeared his little ruse worked faster than he had expected. Burt cast his attention back to the pool as his hefty cock sat in his hand.

***

Clara swam for another ten minutes before she couldn’t take it anymore. The idea of eyes watching her, lusting after her was too much for her to handle. Her nipples pushed through the fabric of her swimsuit. It was probably because the water was cold, not because this whole scenario was getting to her.

As cold as the water felt, Clara’s face still felt flush. She swam over to the steps as began stepping out. Every drip of water that ran down her body made her extremly aware of just how on display he body was.

She wasn’t sure if Burt was watching her but she knew for sure that Adam was. She tried covertly glancing at Burt’s house but didn’t see him. In her haste to get out here and fullfill Adam’s fantasy she had completely forgotten to grab a towel.

She let out a short breath, steadying herself as she tried to calmy walk back towards the mudroom door. With each step she was keenly aware her wet body, clad in the tight swimsuit was on display for anyone to see.

Clara made it to the door and quickly stepped inside. Adam’s hands were on her before the door even shut. His dry clothes pressing up against her wet body, pressing his hard dick into her.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Clara said, “I need you too.”

“Ugh yeah,” Adam turned away and disappeared into the darkness of the house.

Clara felt through the cupboards of the mudroom until she found some dry towels. She didn’t want to get water all over the hardwood floor of the house. She peeled off her tight swimsuit and let it drop to the tile floor of the mudroom and quickly dried herself off. The towel dropped alongisde her bathing suit.

For the first time, Clara walked through her house naked. She was now keenly aware of all the open windows. She doubted anyone could see in without lights on but a thrill nonetheless ran through her body with each step.

Adam was waiting for her in the bedroom, “God you were so fucking hot out there.” His hands were behind his head and he was lying naked on the bed. Clara crawled up to meet him, her lips pressing into his.

“Do you think our neighbor saw the show?” Clara asked in a husky whisper.

“I think so,” Adam said, “I don’t know for sure but I think he was up on his deck. Did you see him?”

“No, I was too nervous to look for too long. I didn’t see anything.”

“If he was watching…” Adam whispered, “What do you think he was doing?”

“Oh, I’m sure he had his hands full,” Clara giggled.

“You’re probably the sexiest woman he has ever seen,” Adam said, “For sure he was beating off to you.”

“You make it sound so dirty Adam,” Clara’s hand ran down Adam’s body until she found his rock hard cock. She gently stroked it. “God I want you baby.”

“Not as much as Burt probably wants you right now,” Adam grabbed a handful of her ass, his tongue snaking out to dance over her neck. “What do you think he was thinking?”

“The same thing all men think about, sex,” Clara closed her eyes, revelling in Adam’s lips and tongue on her throat.

“Sex with you,” Adam corrected, “Stroking himself, thinking about what it would be like to get you in his bed.”

“Uhmmhmmm, is that what you want? Your faithful wife to crawl into that asshole’s bed?” Clara teased, squeezing his cock as she stroked it.

“I, uh, I don’t know,” Adam breathed, “Tonight was already way more than I ever expected.”

“Me too baby,” Clara said rolling onto her back, pulling Adam on top of her. She held firmly onto his shaft and guided it towards her soaking wet opening.

Adam began to push his cock into her. Clara moaned and opened her legs wider to accept her husband. She drew in a sharp breath as the head of his cock pushed past her lips, followed by the top of his shaft. Clara was concentrating on the feeling of her husband’s cock, all throughts of their gross neighbor drifting out of her mind.

Until Adam asked, “What do you think it would be like for Burt to fuck you?”

Images of Burt flashed into her head. His motor oil stained hands grabbing onto her hips. She’d never thought of their neighbor like that but now her mind was racing along the trajectory her husband had set it on. What would it be like? He was taller than her – taller than Adam, what would that be like? His body was wide and his stomach large, could she wrap her legs around him. What would his calloused hands feel like on her skin? Her breasts? There was dorment muscle under that layer of fat – more than Adam had on his swimmer’s frame. What would that be like? She pictured herself bent over in his garage as Burt roughly took her from behind.

“What do you think fucking Burt would be like?” Adam whispered again.

“I don’t know,” Clara said, guilty at the images flashing in her mind. How itchy the whiskers on his face would feel against her neck. Greasy strands of his hair running through her fingers. Clara’s hips thrust off the bed, pulling the entire length of Adam’s cock into her. She needed it badly.

“Oh fuck Adam,” Clara moaned, “Just fuck me. I need you so bad baby. Just don’t stop fucking me.”

Adam grunted and dropped his weight down onto Clara. She tried to push out the flashes of their asshole neighbor from her head but her mind continued to race. <i>How big was his cock? What would it feel like?</i>

***

The next few days were extremely busy for Clara at work. Setting up a new company in the University of Michigan’s Grand Rapids campus was a lot more work than she had expected. She was becoming irriated with all the baucratic hoops she had to jump through at the school to get anything done. She didn’t enjoy all the politiciing and diplomatic ass kissing she had to do with university staff. She started to wonder if it was a mistake coming here, she just wished everyone would get out of her way and let her work.

But no one else was willing to fund her start up, so for now she had to at least deal with it. The long, unpredictable hours had meant less time for her and Adam. He was understanding but she knew she had to make things up to him this weekend.

The opposity was true for Adam. Without a job to keep him busy, all he had to occupy is time was sending out resumes and setting things up in their house. That and grow more and more obessive with the latest develoments in their fantasy. Dipping a toe across the line and potentially putting his wife on display for another man was intoxicating.

The craziness of Clara’s schedule seemed to only fuel his fucked up fantasies. Their lack of intimacy was replaced with Adam’s thoughts constantly wandering back to Clara in the pool and all the what-ifs that went along with them. The thoughts were always there, in the back of his mind.

Trivial things like seeing Burt working in his garage, or the brief moments where Clara would walk between the car and the house only added fuel to his thoughts. Clara’s forgetfullness to close the curtains in the house proved extremely erotic for him.

Now that Friday was finally here, Clara had promised that they would spend some quality time together. Even hinting at making things up to him. He knew this likely meant a nice, slow, sensual blow job but what he really wanted was to watch her in the pool again.

She arrived home late, like every night that week. Adam made dinner reservations at a local restaurant and after a quicker shower, Clara was dressed to impress and ready to go. The drive to the restaurant and the meal were uneventful. Mostly filled with conversation catching the other up on their days. Clara had signifcnatly more to contribute to the conversation with Adam resisting discussing how obsessive he had become with his fantasy.

While Clara talked, Adam was eager to keep her wine topped up. Hoping to relax his wife, in case he was brave enough to suggest another dip in the pool.

“What do you want to do after dinner?” Adam said coyly, “I wonder if there is a good movie theatre around here somewhere.”

“I’m not in the mood for a movie,” Clara stared at him over the rim of her wine glass. She took a long, appreciative sip and said, “There is one thing I want tonight.” She quickly ran her tongue over the inside of one of her cheeks and gave Adam her bedroom eyes. They disappared quickly as the waiter brought out their entrees.

Adam could tell how horny Clara was, hoping she might be horny enough to go along with his plan.

By the time they were done with dinner, they were both enjoying the familiar buzz from their drinks.

“What do you say to another drink before we head upstairs?” Clara asked, closing their front door behind them.

“I’m game,” Adam said as they moved to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge while Clara poured herself a generous glass of red wine. Adam turned on some soft music and they both swayed to it while enjoying their drinks and staring hard at one another across the kitchen island.

Adam finished his beer and Clara eagerly downed the last sip of her wine. “Lets go upstairs. I’m so horny,” she said, “I want to give you, your treat.”

“Ya ma’am,” Adam smiled as Clara took his hand and lead him up the stairs. The liquid courage surging through him, ready to make his request. It was just the small sober part of his brain that kept his mouth shut up until this point.

Clara let go of his hand and moved into their bedroom. Adam followed, noticing that Clara must have pulled the curtains shut earlier during her shower.

“Get on the bed,” Clara said, “I’m just going to change into something a little more…..appropriate.”

Adam sat on the bed as Clara disappeared into their walk-in closet. Memories of all of his wife’s lustful lingerie filling his mind. He spoke before his mind fully comprehended his words, “What are you changing into? Can I make a request?”

Clara’s beatiful face and naked shoulders appeared from behind the door frame. She narrowed her eyes playfully at him, “Request? What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking….” Adam hestitated, “The red bikini you wore in Cabo. The one all the boys seemed to like.”

Clara eyes him suspiciously for a moment before she disappared back behind the door. A minute later, Clara emerged from the closet running one hand up the door frame. She was clad in just a little red bikini, it was the same color Pamela Anderson wore on Baywatch. It wasn’t skimpy but it hugged Clara’s body, showing off the curves of her breasts and ass in an incredible way. Adam loved this one because it was such an uncharateristic outfit for her to wear.

“I hate this bathing suit,” Clara said, “I can’t believe I let you talk me into buying it.”

“You look amazing,” Adam said, “Worth every penny. The guys in Cabo seemed to like it if I recall.”

“Thats exactly why I don’t like it,” Clara walked towards him, “Those guys didn’t see me. They just saw my body. Like an object to possess. This isn’t who I am.”

“Thats what makes it so hot,” Adam groaned watching his wife’s body approach.

Clara stepped between her knees and turned around, giving Adam a view of her fantastic ass. The straps of the bikini hung limply at her sides, “Tie me up?”

Adam’s hands were shaking as he grabbed the thin red straps and tied them together. Clara turned back to her husband and looked down at his crotch. “Take your pants off big boy and lay back.”

“I was thinking….” Adam felt his heart beating out of his chest. His dick already pressing hard against his pants and his breathing shallow. “Maybe you should go for a quick dip in the pool first.”

Clara raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Thats what you want right now?”

“Yes,” Adam breathed.

“Right before you’re about to get a blowjob. You want me to just walk away and go take an evening swim in the pool?” Clara asked, “You want me to tease our old neighbor again?”

“Fuck. Yes,” Adam groaned at the lack of resistance in her voice.

Clara was happy to play into Adam’s fantasy, especially if it added to the blowjob he’d be getting afterwards. She decided to toy with him a little bit, “I don’t know Adam. What if he sees me? What should I do?”

“I don’t know…” Adam tried to control his breathing. “Keep swimming for a bit.”

“That might give him the wrong impression. What if he comes by while I’m out there? What should I do?”

“Keep swimming. Or you could come inside. Or…..”

“Or?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Clara crossed her arms, staring down at her husband. “I know exactly what you’re thinking about right now. And I don’t think you could actually handle something like that.”

“Maybe. I don’t know,” Adam said, “But you wouldn’t actually do anything either.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Clara stepped back from him and moved towards the door. She didn’t like people underestmating her and hated being told what to do. “If it came down to it, I think you’d be the one to put a stop to things before I ever did.”

Adam just sat there slack jawed at her comment, his eyes glued to her swaying ass in the tight red triangle of her bikini bottoms. Clara paused in the doorway, looking back at him.

“Last chance to stop me and get your blowjob,” She said, “Or I’ll go out there and who knows what will happen.”

Adam didn’t say anything. Clara narrowed her eyes at him, “Fine. I’ll go for a little swim. But just remember, I’m only giving one blowjob tonight.”

“You wouldn’t,” Adam croaked.

“I guess we’ll see,” Clara turned on unsteady legs. She quickly caught her balance and disappared from sight.

Adam sat there stunned, not having anticipated the direction their conversation would go. The playful bedroom talk turned into some kind of challenge. Guilt panged his gut and a dawning realization creep over him. Clara did not back down from challenges. She saw them as obstacles to be overcome. And Adam had just challenged his wife.

When the sounds of her bare footsteps came from downstairs, Adam couldn’t contain himself and leap out of the room and across the hallway to the room at the back of the house. This one had the view of the pool.

He stared down into the dark backyard as the pool lights came one, illuminating the bottom of the pool. The sound of the backdoor opening and shutting made his heart jump and his dick throb. He watched with baited breath as Clara proudly strode out to the pool, another glass of wine in her hand. Her cabo red bikini on display to the darkened woods behind their house. As she descended the steps of the pool, she glanced up at him, making eye contact. She was giving him a chance to back out. She’d come back inside and blow him.

But Adam made no move. She would swim and put herself on display again. Then she’d come in and give him a blowjob that would probably only last seconds based on how hard his dick was feeling.

Adam looked up at Burt’s house. His deck looked empty and all the lights were off. The old man could very well be in there, staring out from one of the windows but Adam wouldn’t be able to tell. The only reason Clara could see Adam was because of the backlight from their bedroom across the hall.

Adam’s eyes stayed glued to his wife’s form as she lightly bobbed up and down in the pool, her platinum blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. She had been out there for several minutes now. Swimmingly around seemingly unaware of her surroundings. She had to have been out there for around the same amount of time as she had the previous night, which meant that every second that ticked by was one second closer too him laying back and having his wife whorship his cock.

Something moved in the dark. Adam tore his eyes away from his wife and looked into Burt’s backyard. A shadow moved. At first Adam thought it was a racoon or some other wildlife but as it got closer to the property line, Adam’s breath caught in his throat. <i>Thats the shape of a man.</i>

His eyes darted back to Clara in the pool, blissfully unaware of whoever was closing in on her. Adam could hear his heart beating in his ears and his chest felt heavy. If Clara didn’t get out of the pool soon, something was going to happen. It occured to him that he should go downstairs to the mudroom just in case, so he could be close by to run to his wife’s aid. But he stayed planted at the bedroom window, watching with horrified fascination about what could potentially occur.

The shadow stepped right up to the property line, giving Adam a better glimspe of him. Squinting, Adam recognized the man. It was Burt, their older, grumpy neighbor who had dominated his thoughts lately.

<i>It was happening.</i> Just like Adam had fantasized about, his loving wife and their crude neighbor set onto a collision course by him. Guilt sunk into his stomach momentarily before it was drowned out by the intense arousal he felt. His breath caught in his throat as Burt stepped out of the shadows and into the faint area of light exposed by the pool’s underwater lights. He was dressed only in his dirty overalls, his long greasy hair falling to his bare sun-bleached shoulders.

He kept walking towards the pool and then spoke. Adam couldn’t hear what he said but Clara’s head wiped around, shocked at his presence.

***

“Now a good time for that swim?” a voice called out behind her.

Clara almost spilled her wine at the unexpected interruption to her late night swim. At first she thought it was Adam but as he brain processed the voice she felt a shiver of panic run through her body. There was no way that was Adam’s voice. Her head whipped around and there at the edge of the pool was her unrefined neighbor Burt. He wore his customary dirty overalls and nothing else, staring down at Clara with hungry eyes.

“Ummmmm, I, uhhhh. Burt, I didn’t expect….” Clara’s voice trailed off as Burt didn’t wait for a reply. He undid the buckles holding the overall’s straps in place, letting them fall down his back. He pushed the denim material down, exposing more and more of his naked tanned skin.

Clara felt her eyes buldge as he lowered the overalls past his waist, exposing the naked skin of his hips and ass to her. Just like she had suspected, Burt went commando under them. Burt stepped completely out of his overalls and stepped onto the pools steps, fulling turning the front of his body to Clara.

Clara’s breath caught in her throat and she immediately diverted her eyes to the back of her house. Seared into her mind was the brief image of Burt’s cock swaying between his legs. It was attached to a pair of hefty balls, all covered in a thick and wild jungle of public hair. She prefered Adam’s shaved down area, which he kept nice and clean for her. Burt probably handn’t trimmed his bush, grey public hair in months.

She heard the water parting but didn’t want to look back and acknolwedge her neighbor until his dick was fully submerged beneath the water. She caught the shadowy outline of Adam up in one of the back bedrooms, hoping he might come down and intervene.

<i>But this is exactly what he wanted.</i> She still didn’t think Adam could actually handle his fantasy progressing this far this quickly. At some point he would come down and interject. Until then, she was happy to call is bluff. He was always the one that bent in the end.

"Mhm, the water’s nice and warm," Burt said from behind her. "Been waitin' to come in. Figured I’d wait 'til one of you was already takin' a swim. Thanks for the invite. Hope it ain't a bad time."

“Actually,” Clara said turning towards Burt. She hadn’t realized how close he again gotten. She subconciously peddaled back, “I was thinking about getting out.”

"Ah, I don’t wanna swim in here alone. It ain’t my pool; that’d be weird. Just stay for a few minutes, then we’ll both get out," Burt said. "Though I just realized I didn’t bring a towel."

“I’m sure you’ll airdry,” Clara said focusing on her wine as she took another sip of it.

"You got yourself a beautiful house,” Burt said as he nonchalatently moved towards her. Clara continued to back up until he ass pressed against the wall of the pool. Burt slowed his approach and kept talking.

“Where’s Adam?” Burt asked.

“I don’t know. Inside. I think.” Clara said, taking another large sip of her wine. She tried desperately not to look down, under the water at Burt’s cock illuminated by the pool lights. She didn’t find him attractive at all but the taboo nature of the situation made her want to look. She knew she shouldn’t which made it all the more alluring.

"Is he comin' out for a swim too?" Burt asked stretching his hands above his head as he took another step closer. Droplets of water ran down his tanned, sun-spotted skin, intermingling with the greying hair on his chest.

“I don’t know,” Clara said half turning to glance back up at the window where she last saw Adam.

"Well, his loss," Burt said softly. "I reckon you’re all mine tonight."

“Excuse me?” Clara shot him a cold look.

"You’re company," Burt corrected. "Guess I’m lucky enough to be the one enjoyin' your company tonight."

“I don’t think particularly enjoy my company Burt,” Clara said, “We don’t have much to talk about and you and I have very different thoughts on a whole lot subjects.”

“Such as?”

“Climate change for one,” Clara said. “Which I’m sure means different political ideals and a host of other things. We probably don’t have much in common.”

"Well, you’ll just have to try some new local hobbies now that you live here," Burt chuckled. "Maybe I’ll take you muddin’."

“Mudding?” Clara asked.

"Yeah, that’s what my truck’s built for. We strap in with a bunch of other trucks and drive through the mud in the bush after a good rain. See if we can make it through without gettin' towed out."

“I don’t think that’s really my thing,” Clara hid a polite smile behind her wine glass.

"Well, then there’s the barbecue after," Burt's eyes lit up. "Loads of ribs, sausages, and all that slathered in sauce. It’s a real good time."

“We’re vegetarian Burt,” Clara said, “I’m sure it’s fun but its not really our thing.”

"I get it," Burt said. "It’s okay, you’re young."

Clara’s nostrils flared at his comment. She had worked too long and too hard to achieve what she had. She hated when people reduced her entire being into simple categories of being a woman or being too young or a dozen other labels that older man in particularly were found of putting on her, “Excuse me?”

Burt held up his hands defensively, "I didn’t mean nothin' by it. Just that you’re young. Young folks got all these naive ideas 'bout savin' the world and whatnot. But when you get to my age, you realize it’s all a bunch of bullshit. Corporations and those big global interests been leadin’ you around by the nose, makin’ you care 'bout made-up things just to get you riled up and manipulate you."

“That’s not at all how it is,” Clara felt the anger boiling in her stomach. “You don’t even realize the echo-chamber of idoitic talking points you probably live in. These are real issues that need real solutions.”

“I’m so tired of this dimissive attitude of your generation,” Clara downed the last of her wine and turned to the side of the pool to place it alongisde the edge, “You look at things that are important to us and —”

Clara’s argument slipped out of her mind and horror spread onto her face as she felt the thin bikini straps on her back loosen and fall limp. Then there was a tug and her red bikini top slipped off over her arms.

Clara’s hands immediately shot to her chest, covering her ample breasts as she turned back to Burt who was backing away. Her red bikini top clutched in his hands.

“Burt,” Clara hissed, “Give me back my top.” She felt mortified at being suddenly topless in front of her neighbor. This man she hardly knew. What she did know she didn’t like.

“Here,” he said holding it the top out for her to take. She moved off the wall to grab it and he floated back. She took quickly step to close the distance between them and reached out for the top with one hand, while the other covered both of her breasts. Burt yanked the top away from her and swam to the side of her. She turned in the pool, watching Burt as he grinned at her.

"Don’t worry," Burt teased. "You ain't got nothin' I ain't seen before."

Clara continued to turn in the pool, watching as he circled her, just like a shark.

“I’m the one who should get to decide that,” Clara said.

"Yeah, yeah," Burt said dismissively. "I know how you young women are. No fun, all about your rights, blah, blah, blah. This is just somethin' between friends. It ain’t no big deal."

Clara decided it was time to stop indulging this jackass. She stopped turning to watch him and rolled her eyes, “We aren’t friends Burt.”

Burt continued to circle her. She didn’t want him to get the best of her and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an angry reaction. Clara knew thats exactly what people like Burt wanted. They got off on upsetting other people. He circled around out of the corner of her vision. Clara kept her gaze forward, “We’re barely acquitenses at this point. I think it’s time to call it a night here.”

"Well, by all means, get outta the pool and let me have a good look at ya." Burt chuckled behind her. "I’m just bein' neighborly, that's all."

Clara scoffed, holding her crossed arms tighter over her chest. She felt the water break behind her and Burt’s gruff voice was closer than she had realized.

"Like sharin' sugar. If a neighbor runs out, you just share it with ’em," Burt was right behind her. She turned her head to look at him but froze as she felt his cock press up against her bubble put. She drew in a sharp breath at how hard it felt and how much of it there was.

"Adam likes to share, don’t he?" Burt whispered in her ear. He tossed her bikini top across the pool. It landed with a wet splat on the concrete. A million thoughts raced through Clara’s head but nothing in her experience had prepared for how to diffuse a situation like this. Adam would surely come out soon, finally realizing just how far this was going. He wouldn’t want her to actually go through with this would she?

Her mouth opened to speak as Burt’s large arm reached around and latched onto one of hers. She gripped her breasts tighter as Burt pulled one arm free. She held onto her naked breasts tighter with the other one as he firmly pulled her other arm behind her. With his hand on the back of hers, he guided her soft manicured hands down until they made contact with his cock.

Clara felt warm. Maybe from the heated water or how horny she had been all dinner. The fire she had been building inside of herself for her husband to take advantage of. But it wasn’t her husband’s cock pressing into the palm of her hand. Burt closed his fingers around hers, making her grip hit cock. He thrust himself into it as he stroked himself with her hand.

***

Adam stood shell shocked unable to believe what he was seeing. Down in the pool below him, his neighor was naked and his wife was standing there topless. His wife’s hand was behind her and the way her arm was moving he was sure that Burt was making her stroke him.

His ugly neighbor lowered whispered something in his wife’s ear before his lips descended onto her neck. Adam’s body lurched as he watched. Clara’s neck was extremely sensitive and one of his targets during foreplay. Now his bearded neighbor was kissing her gently. Burt and Clara were turning in the water. Adam thought he saw her close her eyes but now they were facing away from him, all he could see was the broad naked back and ass of his neighbor.

Maybe he should stop this. But in his heart he knew that there was no way that he could. This was a moment he had been dreaming about for years. Having nightmares about for years. But he had never expected this. It had always been his work rival trent, but now in many ways Burt was the kind of person that his wife loathed and spent her career rallying against. And now she was here in his arms.

<i>Wait….</i> Both of Burt’s hands were on Clara’s shoulders, stroking them as he kissed her neck. But her arm was still moving behind her. She was stroking him on her own…

***

“Mmmhmmmmm,” Clara moaned as the scruff of Burt’s face tickled her neck. His lips and tongue danced along her bar skin, sending shivers up her spine. His dick was in her hand. Embarssment spread over her face at the involuntary moan escaping her lips but she couldn’t help herself.

Thoughts, arguments seemed to slip from her mind. She was still mad at Burt and his words but they seemed like such a secondary concern right now. She tighted her grip on Burt’s large cock and ran it up and down its length. She couldn’t believe how much of it there was. Her hand paused part way down where she was used to Adam’s cock stopping, but Burt’s kept going. Her hand barely closed around it.

She groaned as Burt’s tongue touched a sensitive area on her neck. Hearing her, his tongue swirled around that area making her squirm beneath his hands. Both of his hands held her shoulders in place, gently rubbing them. Clara’s eyes were closed and she put her head back into Burt, loving the sensation. She knew she should get out of the pool and put a stop to this. Logically it made sense but logic was locked in the trunk of the car and her horny brain was in the driver’s seat. Adam would come out and stop this. She could enjoy it a bit until he did.

Clara’s eyes snapped open, looking up at the dark night sky. She looked down and saw both of Burt, large hairy hands on either of her shoulders. That meant…. She wiggled her arm around and didn’t find anyone holding it any longer. She had been stroking Burt’s cock all on her own.

One of Burt’s hands left her shoulder and went over her hand again, making her stroke him up and down. He held it in place as he circled around until he was in front of her. Burt stared at her with lustfilled eyes. Clara’s eyes danced over his features. Nothing appealed to her. Most of it repulsed her but those hungry eyes made her knees weak.

His eyes flicked down to her breasts that her other arm was shielded. Burt stood in front of her, a head taller as he released his grip on her wrist. Clara found herself still stroking him, unable to take her hands off his shaft. Burt reached out and genty grabbed her other arm, fighting some resistance he slowly peeled it back off her breasts.

Clara shuddered as she stood topless before her unkempt neighbor. Allowing his eyes to roam over her nakedness and drink her form in. She felt the pull of the tension between them. It was palpable like nothing she had every experienced before. This abrasive, mannerless brute was the exact archtype that she loathed about the other sex yet she found herself wanting to succumb to his whim.

“You’re perfect,” Burt muttered, his eyes still roaming over her large breasts as they floated freely in the water.

“We shouldn’t….” Clara finally got her throat to make words, “I should….get out…Adam…”

"Adam’s fine," Burt whispered, backing up and pulling Clara with him. "He’s at the window watchin’."

Clara began to turn her head to look up at where she last saw her husband but Burt stopped her, hand on her chin.

“I reckon he likes what he’s seein’,” Burt said.

“Just like the other night. When you swam out here just to tease me,” Burt said.

“It’s not like that,” Clara whispered.

“It was just like that. You picked out the bathing suit you wanted me to see you in, puttin’ yourself on display for me. Now you got what else you wanted. My cock,” Burt said.

“This isn’t what was supposed to happen,” Clara said.

"You ain't thought about what it’d be like?" Burt challenged. "With me?"

Clara stayed silent and Burt chuckled.

“That’s good right there, keep stroking Ol’ Burt,” Burt pulled her back to the steps, holding her body close to his as Clara continued to stroke his cock, “You smell fucking good.”

"So, what was s’posed to happen, huh?" Burt said. "You just come out here and swim around?"

“No,” Clara said quietly, “I was supposed to be inside with my husband.”

“How’d you get out here,” Burt asked as she walked backwards a couple steps before sitting down. His ass was parked on the top step, completly out of the water. Clara stood on the bottom step, her hand still stroking his cock. His large gut jutted out towards her.

“Adam wanted me to,” Clara said, “As foreplay.”

“Ya’ll talk about what to do if I happened to come over?” Burt asked.

“Not seriously,” Clara said, “I don’t think so.”

“Tell me,” Burt commanded.

Clara looked up at Burt’s ugly face, into his eyes, “Adam wanted me to come out here instead of getting a blowjob. I told him if he made me come out, I didn’t know what was going to happen. I told him I was only going to be giving one blowjob tonight.”

“Well then,” An ugly grin spread across Burt’s face as he reached up and pushed down on Clara’s shoulder. She knelt down on the pool steps, coming face to face with Burt’s cock, “Let’s not disappoint.”

His fingers ran up her shoulder’s until they reached the base of Clara’s neck. He pulled her forward until her face was pressed right up against his cock. Then he let her go and leaned back on his elbows watching her.

Clara slowing stroked Burt’s cock with her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Adam’s siloutte in the window. When he didn’t move, she remembered his challenge to her. That she wouldn’t go through with it.

She turned back to Burt’s ugly cock. Trying to ignore the body it was attached to, she closed her eyes and knelt forward until she felt his large cock head pressing against her pretty little lips. Clara parted her lips and Burt’s cock head began disappearing into her mouth.

Clara’s lips streteched wider than it ever had when she had done this with Adam. Her mind still raced about what was happening. Wondering if Adam was still watching, worried about what he would really think. She still expected to hear the mudroom door swing open and her knight in shining armor to come to her rescue.

It helped thinking like that. Clara didn’t want to admit how much this situation was turning her on. It wasn’t that it was just part of Adam’s fantasy, it was more than than that. She hadn’t experienced this before, letting herself go in a situation like….Clara pushed the thoughts down, not wanting to confront them.

She closed her eyes tightly and steeled her resolve as her lips spread open further, Burt’s rough, ugly cock filling her mouth. His cock slide over her tongue. It tasted so unlike Adam’s. She hated the taste. Whenever she blew Adam, she insisted he shower first, washing away his sweat and other tastes he had accumulated that day. And now Burt’s unwashed cock was in her mouth, tasting of sweat and chlorine from the pool water.

But Clara couldn’t help but marvel at how thick Burt was in her hands and how full her mouth was. Burt was so hard, she could feel the veins running up his cock pulsating in her hands. Doing this outside where anyone could catch them. And his cock being attached to someone like Burt. She knew it wasn’t right. Knew it was disgusting. But for some reason she felt herself growing wet between her legs and it wasn’t just the pool water.

“Mmmhmmmm,” Clara felt mortifited, unintentionally moaning around Burt’s cock. She couldn’t fit the whole thing in her mouth. She started to slowly bob her head up and down while gripping his shaft tightly with her hand, stroking him. She still couldn’t believe she was out here kneeling in front of their asshole neighbor.

“That’s it,” Burt grunted his hand resting on the top of Clara’s platinum blonde hair, “Suck my hairy cock.”

Earlier that day, the idea of Burt putting his greasy hands on the back of her head would have made her skin crawl. It still felt offensive that he was touching her but she couldn’t reconcile that with the fact that his cock was in her mouth. It still just felt wrong, not matter how her body was responding to all of this.

<i>Just pretend it’s Adam</i> Clara tightened her grip on Burt’s cock and closed her eyes tightly, imagining her loving husband before her.

“Mhmmhmmm,” Clara moaned again, clamping her thighs tightly together.

"You got no clue how much I’ve wanted to do this," Burt groaned, his fingers splayed out, nesting into Clara hair. “Everytime you talk that climate bullshit, all I can think about is shutting you up with my cock.”

“Mhmmmmm,” Clara felt herself blush. Her stomach twisted in anger but she didn’t understand why the pace of her blowjob quickened. It was like she wanted to get this bastard off as fast as possible. That was probably it, the sooner he got off the sooner she could go back inside to Adam. Unless he came out and ended things first. Where was he? She wanted to look up at the window but Burt’s hand kept her firming in place.

Burt’s other calloused hand, reached under Clara and roughly grabbed her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with her like Adam was, instead he roughly mauled them, groping them, pinching her nipples, mashing them together. Clara’s nipple ached, desperate for more of Burt’s manhandeling. She thrust her breasts into his hands. His rough treatment of her causing more muted moans to escape her lips.

It was becoming almost impossible for Clara to picture Adam seated before her. Burt’s grunt and his rough hands were so unlike her husband.

“I’m really glad ya’ll moved in,” Burt chided, “This is going to be fun.”

Lists of retorts filled her mind, ready to verbally lash out at Burt but all of them were silenced by an overwhelming need to keep tasting and stroking his cock.

“Open your eyes,” Burt commanded, “Look at me.”

Clara’s eyes opened. Her beautiful, piercing blue iris’ staring up at Burt’s ugly face. She stared up at him as he mouth kept running up and down his shaft, closing followed by her hand.

“Damn you’re sexy,” Burt said, “And you look damn good with a cock in your mouth. Bet you’ll look even sexier when I slide it up into that tight little pussy of yours.”

Clara stared up at him, that thought never even occuring to her. She couldn’t fathom taking Burt’s cock inside of her. Aside from it just being way too big, that was a line she wasn’t prepared to cross.

Clara took her mouth off Burt’s cock, “That’s not going to happen. This is a one time thing for Adam.”

Burt pushed down on her head, trying to get her to return to his cock but she turned her head to the side. His cock brushed against her cheek and then her ear as Burt continued to push her down to his balls.

“Lick’em,” Burt said. Clara’s tongue tentatively reached out. Her nose flared as her tongue was met with the wet, matted grey pubic hair. Burt pushed her head down further until she found the bumpy skin of his nutsack. She groaned as her tongue swirled around his balls, lashing against them while pubic hair clung to her tongue. It was disgusting but what was more worrying was she how enamored she seemed to be with it. His hand was furiously stroking his shaft while she tongued his nuts.

Clara was lapping at his ballsack, Burt grinning like a kid on Christmas staring down at her, "Well, fuckin’ A."

Clara did one last lick around Burt’s oversized balls before licking up his shaft. She moved up to the head of his cock, ready to take him in her mouth again. But Burt stopped her.

"This ain’t gonna be a one-time thing," Burt said.

“Yes it will,” Clara fired back, “I’m never going to let you within five feet of me after tonight. And you’re never going to fuck me. So sit back, shut up and enjoy this because it won’t be happening again.”

Burt just chuckled, “I don’t think so. You know your husband. He ain’t gonna be able to get this outta his head. He’s gonna wanna see it again… and then some”

His comment struck a nerve. Clara knew how Adam was with their fantasy, always pushing for her to say new things or invent new scenarios in the stories or roleplays. Burt might be right, she couldn’t be sure though.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know us,” Clara said.”

“What I do know….don’t quit stroking,” Burt said. Clara had slowed her strokes on his cock as she began talking. She gripped him tightly and resumed her stroking, her lips just off the tip of his cock. “Thing is, he ain’t come out here to put a stop to it yet. Means he likes what he sees. And trust me, I know men like him. Cucks. He’ll never get his fill. He’s gonna be beggin’ to see more. Gonna be begging to see me fuck you right when you walk in that door.”

Clara’s eyes shot up to the window. Adam wasn’t there anymore. Maybe he was running down the stairs now to interrupt them. Seconds ticked by and her husband didn’t emerge. She knew that he wasn’t coming out but finally admitted it to herself.

“It doesn’t matter,” Clara told Burt and herself, “I’ll never do it. You’ll never have me.”

"Bet you never figured you’d end up sucking my cock, huh? But here we are.” Burt chuckled. "After tonight, you ain’t gonna be able to quit thinkin’ about it. Wonderin’ what it'd feel like. Sooner or later, you’re gonna want it. Then one day, you’ll finally admit it to yourself."

“You don’t know me at all,” Clara said.

"It don’t matter," Burt shook his head. "You’re a woman. That’s just nature, plain and simple. It’s your proper place, bein' spread eagle for an alpha male.”

Clara rolled her eyes, “Please. You live in a house thats falling apart and don’t have a job. There’s nothing alpha about you.”

“You sure ‘bout that,” Burt sneered and raised and eyebrow. He thrust his hips up and grabbed hte back of her head. His cock pushed her lips open and drove into the back of the mouth. Clara gagged for a second, holding onto his shaft. Burt grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head up his shaft and then force it back down. His other hand rested on the back of her head, doing the same thing.

“Mhmmhmhmhmmm,” Clara moaned at the rough treatment.

Burt laughed under his breath, “This is your place now. With my cock inside you. You’re bitch of a husband inside. Got it?”

“This here’s your place now. With my cock inside you. You’re bitch of a husband inside. Got it?

“Mmmhmmmm-hmmmmm,” Clara moaned in agreement, not fully thinking about it.

When Burt was satisfied that Clara was bobbing her head up and down on her own, she let go of her head and leaned back on his elbows, watching the sexy young liberal wife suck his cock. He pried his eyes off her platinum blonde hair and looked over at the house. He couldn’t see Adam but knew he was there somewhere, watching. He grinned at the house, trying to star the husband down. Make him uncomfortable. From what he read online, asserting his dominance would only further twist the man’s fetish against him.

“Ahhhh,” Burt groaned, leaning back as far as he could. He felt his balls begin to tingle from Clara’s expert cocksucking abilities. He wasn’t going to warn her he was about to cum. Women liked surprised after all.

Clara could feel how hard Burt was in her mouth and hand. His breathing was getting quicker and his thrusts up into her mouth more desperate. She knew he was going to cum soon and she was torn about what to do about it. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction or right to cum in her mouth. She didn’t want to taste him and let him have that over her.

When she felt him tense, she pulled back off of him, wanting his cum to spurt into the air and fall into the pool. She continued to stroke his cock to get him off. But she misjudged her timing. She pulled off too soon.

Burt pushed himself up until he was standing over her. His hands were on the back of her head, pulling her face towards his cock. She let go of his cock and turned her head to the side. Burt gripped his cock in his hand and stroked his shaft quickly, his other hand holding the back of Clara’s head.

“Bitch,” Burt grunted.

Without warning a large rope of cum blasted Clara in the face. She clamped her mouth and eyes closed as more and more cum painted her face. Clara felt his hot sticky substance running down her cheeks, dripping onto her heavy breasts. More, hot cum blasted out of his cock, landing across her closed eyes. Her nose was completely covered with it, so was her lips. Burt showed no mercy or care as ropes of cum coveved her forehead and hair.

Burt sneered down at the liberal woman on her knees in front of him, her face painted with his illicit seed. It matched her platinum blonde hair and white skin. There was some sort of symbology in that that Burt couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Ughhhh yeah,” Burt said releasing his hold on Clara as he stepped back and admired his masterpiece. He sat back down at the edge of the pool and looked at all of his cum splattered on her face, running down her cheeks and dripping down onto those big tits of hers.

Clara turned back towards the pool and sank underneth the water. She ran her hands over her face and breasts, trying to wipe off all of Burt’s gross cum. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, pissed at herself for letting things escalate this far. She had never let Adam cum on her face before. It was humilating and degrading and she was ashamed at herself for momentarily enjoying the feeling of the warm spunk on her skin. For the way it….she pushed the thoughts of her head. She was pissed for even coming out to the pool in the first place.

She finished cleaning herself as best she could and got out of the pool, passing by an amused Burt.

“Asshole,” she said under her breath as she grabbed her red bikini top and stalked into the house. Burt stayed there for several minutes, amazed at how easily things had happened. Then he felt an itch in his throat and went back to his house for another beer.

***

Adam wanted to jump Clara the second she walked through the mudroom door. He had never seen anything so erotic and he still couldn’t believe it had been his wife that had done it. His normally straightlaced wife had sucked their neighbors cock in their pool. She had actually put not just her hands but mouth on another man. It was everything he had fantasized about he was still reeling, not believing it actually happened.

And with someone like Burt too. That guy was a piece of shit that was everything his wife hated and rallied against both professionally and personally. Yet somehow, it had still happened. Adam felt guilty at pushing her to swim, not really expecting Burt to make such a bold move. He just wished he had recorded it somehow so he could relieve it. Judging by the look on Clara’s face she wasn’t likely open to repeating it.

The door slammed shut behind her and Clara looked upset, “Fucking prick.”

She marched past Adam, not even realizing her was standing here. He hurried after her.

“Are you okay?” Adam asked they ascended the stairwell, “I didn’t think Burt would actually try anything.”

“He came all over my face like I was some cheap whore,” Clara huffed, “I feel disgusting. I need to take a shower and get all of him off of me.”

<i>All of him off of me, </i> Adam thought, repeating Clara’s words in his mind. His cock ached as he walked up the stairs behind her. Her red bikini bottoms tight around her supple ass. Burt had cum on Clara’s face. He knew she would hate that, she always told him how demeaning it was to women. Which is why he had never done it with it. But now their new old neighbor had done a sexual act with his wife before he ever did.

He still couldn’t believe it had been Burt that had unlocked this new level of their fantasy. Someone like his old coworker Trent, sure that made more sense. They were at least around the same age and generally had similiar values even though Trent was a scheming asshole. But Burt was Adam’s complete opposite in almost everyway.

Adam had never felt this horny before. He couldn’t wait to get Clara upstairs and into bed. His eyes stayed glued to Clara’s toned body as she stripped out of her bikini bottoms in their master bathroom and started the shower.

She turned to look at him, pausing as she looked him over. Adam felt like a guilty child about to be repremainded. Clara sighed, “I want to shower and go to bed Adam.”

Clara guided him begruningly to the door of the bathroom. She closed it gently when he stepped back into the bedroom. She did tell him earlier she would only be giving one blowjob that night.

It didn’t take Adam long to cum. He was already rock hard and his cock was throbbing by the time he started masturbating. With the images of his wife and Burt fresh in his mind, he quickly stroked himself to completion.

Clara was still in the shower when he was done. He laid in bed, waiting for her to come out but sleep took him first.

***

Clara hated herself for allowing a brute like Burt to use her like that. <i>To do that to her.</i>

She washed her hair with more shampoo than normal. Then scrubbed her face clean with a cleanser. Used a bar of soap and body wash to clean her body. She needed to feel clean after what had happened, trying to erase every single one of Burt’s little sperms off her body.

Just the idea of his sperm potentially touching her skin and running down her body. Over her breasts, down her stomach and further down made her shudder. She couldn’t believe that the asshole just did that to her without asking, even the way he manhandled her and roughly touched her breasts and pushed down on her head. The way he stole her bikini top and taunted her with it.

She seethed, just thinking about the demeaning comments the man had made. The way he looked at her. The fire of desire that blazed in his eyes and the attitude that he would get what he wanted from her.

“Mhmm,” Clara softly moaned, realizing that her hand had found her slit as she leaned against the shower wall. She opened her eyes in horror. The shower’s glass wall was completely fogged up and it had been sometime since she had washed herself.

<i>How long had she been standing here thinking about what had just happened?</i> Clara leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and let her hands explore her body. She had been horny all day and needed relief. It wasn’t fair that Burt and Adam both got theirs.

As her delicate, manicured fingers explored herself, Clara kept trying to focus on her husband. Thinking thoughts about him. But somehow, Burt always seemed to intrude and force his way into her steamy reverie.

Clara bit her lip and hung her head in shame as she brought herself off to a replay of that night’s events.