Neighborhood Encounters: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Hey folks, quickly dropping the edited and finalized version of Neighborhood Encounters Chapter 3. Overall I am enjoying this one quite a bit and looking forward to seeing more of Clara.

Quick aside, look for the final edit of Toxic 24 by the end of the week.

Cheers, here it is:

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

A couple of weeks ago, she and her husband, Adam, had taken a stroll for the first time through this route. Since then, it had become part of Clara’s regular cardio routine. Aerobic exercise was one of the pillars on which Clara built her workout regime. Coupled with regular weight training, she was able 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. Discipline, hard work, and reaching and achieving goals were important to Clara and that bled 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 attracting any unwanted attention.

It wasn’t skimpy by San Francisco standards, but her new area was a little more conservative than she would’ve liked. Her long, toned legs were on full display, topped with just a pair of black and white polyester 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 cleavage 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 to her house. Pop songs danced in her ears, a curated playlist of songs with specific beats per minute that matched her desired running tempo.

Normally, running would put her into a meditative 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 were there many more meetings and administrative activities than she had expected to deal with, but new hurdles were also becoming apparent. Firstly, she hadn’t realized that the school lacked connections with the local farming community. 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 the difficulty in filling out her staff. Most local applicants were not qualified in the things 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 always, making a list of actions and knocking them off one at a time.

A beat-up pickup truck in front of one of the trailers caught her eye. She’d seen it a few times parked in Burt’s driveway. She stared in its 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 or a relative of Burt’s. Either way, he didn’t look like the sort of person Clara would want to spend any time around. Other than the faded jeans, the man wasn’t wearing anything. No shoes, no shirt, just exposed, weathered skin. His torso looked oddly proportioned. He had a gut but was otherwise physically 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 took deep breaths and checked her watch 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 permanent scowl. Clara took a moment to assess the man. He was wearing a pair of denim overalls and was shirtless underneath. Clara assumed he, like the other man she’d seen, was otherwise 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 gut. She winced internally at the lack of care on display in the sun-damaged skin of his arms and shoulders.

“It’s ‘Clara,’” she corrected, maintaining her politeness. Her Swedish parents had instilled impeccable manners 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, taking in her body, “Just bein' friendly, that’s all.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Clara said, meeting his eyes, “I would prefer ‘Clara’ in the future, that’s all.”

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

“Do you need something, Burt?” Clara asked.

A smile teased at the corner of his 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, transferring some motor oil to it. The black streak of oil stood out among the brown and gray stubble and his 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 have the Tesla service guys poke around in my car,” Clara said diplomatically. These electric vehicles aren’t the same as gas-powered ones.”

Burt stepped 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 subtext 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.”

“It’s not ‘crap’ Burt. Some of us care about our vehicle’s emissions and our carbon footprint. 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.” Clara had subtly begun to shake her head when speaking, rejecting everything the man was telling her.

She’d been down this road before with many people. Working in clean tech and trying to clean up other people’s mistakes, she would often butt up against ignorant people who didn’t realize the damage they were causing. That’s one of the reasons Clara started her company: to try to make a global impact despite people like Burt continuing to destroy the 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 worldview is fine, thank you,” Clara said, “It’s probably more expansive than 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 ult-, no other motive.”

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

“That’s not what I’m doing, not at all,” 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, scratching 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 just to 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 catalog and develop a response for each of Burt’s comments. In the end she responded to the last one, “Maybe sometime.”

“Alright, sunshine, I hear ya. I’ll ask the man of the house next time I lay eyes on him,” Burt shrugged his shoulders.

Anger flared up in Clara, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. She was Adam’s equal, and she didn’t need him to speak for her. “That isn’t - that’s not what I meant. I’m fully capable of making that decision myself. Thank you, Burt.”

“Aw, hey, I didn’t mean no harm by it. Just calm down, alright? You gotta remember, I ain't used to women like you. Round here, I’m used to talkin' man to man, y’know?” Burt threw up his hands in defense.

“Then why’d you come on over and talk with me right now?” Clara looked Burt over, judging his body language. She didn’t buy his bullshit for a second.

Burt slowly lowered his hands. An amused smile spread across his face like he just met a worthy oppontent, “Just bein' neighborly, that's all.”

Clara glared at the man, nearly out of breath from the adrenaline of the anger and the run. She knew reasoning or trying to debate Burt was pointless. He was just one of those stubborn individuals who were stuck in their ways, adamant about being an anchor that pulled the rest of society down and stalled any progress.

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

“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 that 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 to 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 from reading to go downstairs and meet her with a cold glass 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 put enough together from their body language.

The conversation seemed friendly at first but then grew contentious then outright angry. Clara crossed her arms in front of her closing off her body language while Burt’s seemed to take on a mocking posture. At one point he even stepped in close to whisper something to her conspiratorially.

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 old faded denim material…..

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

Clara gestured toward their house. As she took her eyes off their neighbor, Adam watched the older man adjust his cock through his clothes. As quickly as he did it, his hands were back at his sides, Clara seemingly 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 himself. Burt smirked, and Adam stepped back from the window, unsure how 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 room's doorway, 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 push a few of the ice queen’s buttons while openly leering at her exceptional body. She had to know what he thought of her. More importantly, Burt had caught her husband watching the exchange passively from the window.

Originally, he had hoped just to 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 result. 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.

That’s just how he felt now. He peered out the open closet door at the window. He could see right down into his neighbor’s window from this angle. 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. Her beautiful tits fell out fully 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.

“That’s it,” Burt whispered, “Get all naked, girl.”

Her tits looked amazing. Supple, firm, and ready 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 her 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 shampooing her hair. With shallow breaths, he watched her move on to soaping her breasts with her loofah. One hand on his cock, gently stroking it as he watched this liberal beauty clean herself.

Suddenly, Burt’s view was cut off. He pulled his eye back from the scope and looked with both his eyes. Clara’s husband had 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 a couple of potentially interesting in-state positions. There was a job opening he’d 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 street lamps in the cul de sac, and Adam could almost make out 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 as she appeared in the doorway. Adam felt his dick stir at the sight of his wife. Even just wearing her casual lounge clothes, she looked breathtaking, like a sex goddess. Tight black sweatpants clung to her curvy hips and her heart-shaped ass. A gray low-cut tank with impossibly thin straps was tucked into her sweatpants, pulling the material tight over her ample chest. The bare skin of the crest of her cleavage promised a night full of debauchery. Clara caught him gazing at her and shot 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 and 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 she told him no? He wasn’t sure where her line was. There was never a line in their bedroom talk, 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 within the eyesight of their neighbor.

Clara flashed him a conspiratorial smile as she pulled her tight tank top off, revealing the black lacy bra underneath. She probably didn’t even realize the window was still open. Clara wasn’t a prude, but she definitely 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 would play along.

“Disappointed I came so fast?” Adam said, “Now you don’t have to find someone else to fulfill 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 panties. “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 served 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 doesn’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 couldn't 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 her 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 into 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 watching you right now.”

“Uhhhh,” Clara moaned 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. He’s such a rural asshole.”

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

“What do you mean?” Clara’s voice was nervous. Adam could see it in her body language, suddenly Clara felt very exposed and vulnerable.

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

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

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

“That guy makes my skin crawl. He’s such a neanderthal. I can’t believe you want me to do this for him.” Clara said sharply.

“Not for him,” Adam breathed into her ear. “For us. For me. It would be so sexy watching you out there knowing someone like that was watching.”

“It’s just–he’s just gross, Adam. He is like the epitome of the type of person that I’m dedicating my life to work against. Just the thought of him seeing me this way…”

“It’s just a swim in the pool. I’m sure at some point he’ll catch us in there and like what he sees. This is more for us anyway. Screw him. He’ll have to sit by and watch as your career takes off and you clean up the planet around him.”

Clara’s shoulders relaxed a bit but she was still tense. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds as she seemed to be mulling things over in her head. Finally, she let out a long, loud sigh.

“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. For you.”

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 swimsuit.

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 toes past the line, outside of their comfort zone. He couldn’t believe Clara was actually going to go through with this.

He heard her footsteps on the stairs coming down. Soon, she was on the same floor as he was. She was heading to the back door of 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 silhouette 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.

He quickly formed an idea and jogged to the mud room. He peered out the window at his wife, making sure he hadn’t missed anything. He could just 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. Adam could swear he saw movement on the deck off the back of Burt’s house. Burt might actually be up there watching.

***

Clara’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes went wide 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 and deciding on his own to light the way. Eyes roaming across her body with the only intent behind them being sexual….

She couldn’t deny that she felt herself getting turned on by the purely hedonistic idea. And it was her pool - her neighbor could simply watch and sweat in the heat.

Adam pushed her into this, but she couldn’t back down. She had never backed down from a challenge before. But this time felt different. The conversation from earlier with Burt still irked her. Thinking she was just some doe-eyed midwestern wife who bowed down to her husband. But wasn’t that what she was doing by coming out here? Doing what Adam wanted?

No, that wasn’t it. She had made this decision. She was doing this for her as much as she was for Adam. Making her husband’s fantasies come true while rubbing her caveman of a neighbor's face in it that this was her pool, and she called the shots.

It was really the idea of doing this for Adam that turned her on. Making part of his fantasy become a reality, being the sexual object of his fantasies. That was the part that turned her on, the heart of it. It definitely wasn’t the idea of their neanderthal 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 her antithesis in almost every single way. He stood for everything she’d railed so hard against her entire life. Conservative values and the status quo would hold society back and drive the world into a climate disaster. And he wasn’t her type at all. She had never found herself attracted to guys like Burt. Adam was her ideal man. Their values aligned.

She could help be feel a little pissed at Adam for putting her in this position, for choosing someone like Burt to be her new fantasy lover of his. Neither of them could stand people like their neighbor. Just what the hell was her husband thinking?

For the first time, she noticed how shallow her breathing had gotten. Her breasts, half submerged, rose and fell 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 herself. 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. Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen him in her quick, covert look. He could still 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 were controlled from inside 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 Burt doubted it. Clara looked nervous and stiff as a board in the pool. The second was that 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 had worked faster than he’d 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 warm and flush. She swam over to the steps and began stepping out. Every drip of water that ran down her body made her extremely aware of just how on display her body was and how little clothing she wore.

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. She had forgotten to grab a towel in her haste to get out here and fulfill Adam’s fantasy.

Just the thought of an old school man like Burt leering at her, undercutting her accomplishments, reducing her down to just something physical to be lusted after….she hadn’t felt like this before. She knew she shouldn’t. It was demeaning to women and against everything she stood for.

She let out a short breath, steadying herself as she tried to calmly 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 pressed 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 alongside 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, reveling 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 backward 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 thoughts 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? On her breasts? There was dormant muscle under that layer of fat – more than Adam had on his swimmer’s frame. What would that be like against her? She pictured herself bent over in his garage as Burt roughly took her from behind, the muscles driving him into her.

“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, 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. How big was his cock? What would it feel like?

***

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 took a lot more effort than she’d expected. She was becoming irritated with all the bureaucratic hoops she had to jump through at the school to get the smallest things done. She didn’t enjoy all the politicking and diplomatic ass-kissing she had to do with university staff. She’d started to wonder if it had been a mistake coming here. She just wished everyone would get out of her way and let her get to 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 she and Adam. He was understanding but she knew she had to make things up to him this weekend. She knew she needed a release herself. Even though her mind was focused on her work, her body still had its own needs. Needs that were becominging increasingly necessary to satisfy.

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

The craziness of Clara’s schedule seemed to only fuel his fucked up imagination. Their lack of intimacy was replaced with Adam’s thoughts constantly wandering back to Clara in the pool and all the what-ifs and might-have-beens 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 perverse thoughts. Clara’s habitual forgetting to close the curtains in the house proved a source of extremely erotic distraction 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 for turning to work for so long. 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 between them with one catching the other up on each of their days. Clara had significantly more to contribute to the conversation with Adam resisting discussing how circularly obsessive he had become with his fantasy.

While Clara talked, Adam was eager to keep her wine topped up. He hoped to relax his wife in case he was brave enough to suggest another dip in the pool, hoping it would make her brave, too.

“What do you want to do after dinner?” Adam said coyly, “I wonder if there is a good movie theater 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 disappeared 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. “Let’s go upstairs. I’m so horny,” she said, “Go get in the shower. I want to give you your treat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Adam smiled as Clara took his hand and led him up the stairs. He knew Clara liked him nice and clean before she blew him. A very easy hurdle to getting head. The liquid courage surged through him, readying him 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.

“Go shower,” 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 beautiful 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 hesitated, “The red bikini you wore in Cabo. The one all the boys seemed to like.”

Clara eyed him suspiciously for a moment before she disappeared 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 had worn 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 uncharacteristic 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.”

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

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

Clara stepped between his 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 was already pressing hard against his pants, and his breathing was shallow. “Maybe you should go for a quick dip in the pool first.”

Clara raised an eyebrow at him and drew her head back, “Really? That’s what you want right now?”

“Yes,” Adam breathed, nodding.

“Right before you’re about to get a blowjob. You want me to walk away and 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 afterward. 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 ever do anything either.”

Adam stared at her, like he was challenging her to prove him wrong. “Don’t be so sure,” Clara said, stepping back from him and moving towards the door. She didn’t like people underestimating her and hated being told what she would or wouldn’t 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 both just see,” Clara turned on unsteady legs. She quickly caught her balance and disappeared from sight.

Adam sat there stunned, not having anticipated the direction their conversation would go. The playful bedroom talk had turned into some kind of challenge. Guilt panged through his gut and a dawning realization crept over him. Clara did not back down from challenges. Ever. 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 leaped out of the room and across the hallway to the back room of the house. This one had a view of the pool.

He stared down into the dark backyard as the pool lights came on, 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 bated 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 the house they shared. As she descended the steps of the pool, she glanced up at him, making direct eye contact. She was giving him a chance to back out of the challenge. She’d come back inside and blow him.

But Adam made no move and then it was final. 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 now 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 knew where Adam was because he was backlit by their bedroom lamp 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 ponytail. She had been out there for several minutes now. Swimming around, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. She had to have been out there for around the same amount of time as she had been the previous night, which meant that every second that ticked by was one second closer to him laying back and having his wife worship his cock with her agile tongue.

Something moved in the dark. Adam tore his eyes away from his wife and looked into Burt’s backyard. A shadow was moving. At first, Adam thought it might have been a raccoon or some other wildlife, but as it got closer to the property line, Adam’s breath caught in his throat. That’s the shape of a man.

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 would happen. 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 glimpse of him. Squinting, Adam recognized the man. It was Burt, their older, grumpy neighbor who had dominated his thoughts lately.

It’s happening. Just as Adam had fantasized about, his loving wife and their crude neighbor were set on 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 whipped around, shocked at his sudden presence.

***

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

Clara almost spilled her wine at the unexpected interruption to her late night dip in the pool. At first she thought it was Adam but as her 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 snapped 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 straps in place and 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 bulge 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’s skin looked weathered and worn, just as sun damaged as his face and shoulders. Burt’s beer belly was a clear indicator of his layers of fat but there was a strength to his body under all that. Small scars adorned parts of his chest and there were a few tattoos but the ink looked faded.

He stepped completely out of his overalls and stepped onto the pool’s steps, fully turning the front of his body to Clara.

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

She heard the water take him in but didn’t want to look back and acknowledge 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.

But this is exactly what he wanted. 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 his bluff. He was always the one whose will bent in the end.

“Mhm, the water’s nice and warm,” Burt said from behind her, “Been waiting to come in. Figured I’d wait until one of you was already taking a swim. Thanks for the invite. Hope it’s not a bad time.”

“Actually,” Clara said, turning towards Burt. She again hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten. She subconsciously pedaled back, “I was thinking about getting out for the night.”

“Ah, I don’t wanna swim here alone, if you don’t mind. It’s not my pool. That’d be weird. Just stay here for a couple of minutes, and then we’ll both get out.” Burt said, “Though I just realized I didn’t bring a towel.”

“I’m sure you’ll air dry,” Clara said, focusing on her wine as she took another sip of it. “It’s not humid.”

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

“Where’s Adam?” Burt asked, looking around the pool as if he didn’t know exactly where the man was.

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

“He comin’ out for a swim too?” Burt said, 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 graying hair on his chest.

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

“Well, his loss,” Burt said softly, “I guess you’re all mine tonight.”

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

“Your company,” Burt corrected. “I guess I am lucky enough to be the one with your company tonight.”

“I don’t think you 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 of subjects.”

“Such as?”

“Climate change, for one,” Clara said. “Which I’m sure means we have completely 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 along with a bunch of other trucks and drive through the mud in the bush after a good rainfall. See if we can get through it without needing to get 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 other meats slathered in sauce. It’s a good time.”

“We’re vegetarians, Burt,” Clara said, “I’m sure it’s fun, but it’s 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 men, in particular, were fond of foisting on her, “Excuse me?”

Burt held up his hands defensively, “I didn’t mean nothing by it. Just that you’re young. Young folks have lots of naive ideals about how they’re going to save the world and this and that. When you get to my age, you realize it’s all a bunch of bullshit and that corporations and other global interests have been leading you around by the nose, making you care about made-up things just to rile you up and manipulate you.”

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

“I’m so tired of this dismissive attitude from your entire generation,” Clara downed the last of her wine and turned to the side of the pool to place it alongside 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 fell 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 was 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. And what she did know she didn’t like.

“Here,” he said, holding the top out for her to take. She moved off the wall to grab it, and he floated back. She quickly took steps 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 chided, “You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”

Clara continued to turn in the pool, watching as he circled her, just like a shark. She backed away from him, pushing her further into the pool. Her foot slipped for a second, and she almost let go of her breasts. The ground started slopping towards the deep end of the pool.

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

“Yeah, yeah,” Burt said dismissively, “I know how you young women all are. No fun. All talkin’ about your rights, blah, blah, blah. This is just some playin’ between friends. It ain’t a 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 that’s 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 acquaintances at this point. I think it’s time to call it a night here.”

“Well, by all means, go on, get out of the pool, and let me get a good look at ya.” Burt chuckled behind her, “I’m just being 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.

“I think of it like sharing sugar. If a neighbor runs out you share yours with them,” Burt was right behind her. She turned her head to look at him but froze as she felt his cock press up against the curve of her bubble butt. She drew in a sharp breath at how hard it felt and how much of it there was. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

“Adam, he likes to share, doesn’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 her 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 her other arm as he firmly pulled her other arm behind her. With his hand on the back of hers, he guided her soft manicured hand down until it made contact with his fully erect cock.

“Hey!” Clara angrily pulled away from her boorish neighbor, looking directly at him, his spell seemingly broken. Burt could see the anger in her eyes as she continued, “You can’t just put my hand on your, your thing! That’s, that’s…” Filled with indignance, she spun around to yell at the large arrogant yokel in her pool, but she’d immediately become distracted by a few things.

First, she noticed Burt’s attention was completely on her bare and heaving chest, covered only by her forearm. Her anger had made her forget herself, her breasts bulging out over her arm in her boisterous expression. She watched as her neighbor blinked once and then a second time, seeming to process what was in front of him. Second, glancing down, she saw Burts growing cock. It was now twice the size it had been when she’d last seen it, and it appeared to be getting larger still. Just as she was beginning to tell herself that it was the water making Burt seem so long and broad, part of its head broke the surface. Clara’s eyes widened at the confirmation of his even more considerable size.

The third thing, aside from the light, pleasant buzz of the wine she’d drank that prevented her from finishing her thought, was Burt’s hand on hers.

“I’m real sorry,” the brute had gently taken her hand and was lifting it out of the water, appearing as if he was going to kiss it, perhaps as some chivalrous form of apology. To Clara’s increasing surprise, she’d allowed her hand to be taken, but halfway to his face, Burt dropped her arm, and her hand fell into the pool, glancing off his rock-solid erection. She watched all of this happen as if it were occurring in slow motion. Her imposing neighbor watched her eyes with no discernable expression on his face and just waited there with her hand upon his cock.

Clara pulled her hand back, but Burt quickly grabbed it again and this time, in a less showy manner, pulled her hand back onto the shaft of his cock. The smooth skin of his cockhead felt warmer and more firm in her palm now. And Burt was breathing a little faster than he had been.

“Oops,” he said, without urgency, making it clear that he knew she was now touching his cock of her own volition. She stood there, unsure of what to do next. She didn’t want to make any sudden move and concede the point to her neighbor.

“What do you think is going on up there?” Burt nodded up to the window as circled around her again, his cock pulling free from her limp hand. “You think he’d still be up there if he didn’t want us to have some fun?” Clara turned around to see her husband, pulling her hand back.

Burt took the opportunity to come up behind her again. He repeated his earlier move, slowly moving his hand atop hers, then gently bringing it behind her and placing it on his hard pole. He smiled as he felt her grab him and begin lightly stroke him under the water.

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 his cock. He thrust himself into her fist as he stroked himself with her hand.

***

Adam stood shellshocked, unable to believe what he was seeing. Down in the pool below him, his neighbor 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 his mouth and 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 favorite targets during foreplay. Now, his bulky 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, and 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 move from this spot. This was a moment he had been dreaming about for years. Had been having nightmares about it for even longer. But he’d never expected this. It had always been his work rival Trent that he’d pictured getting intimate with Clara, but now, in many ways, Burt was an ideal candidate. He seemed to be the kind of person that his wife loathed and spent her career rallying against. And now she was here in his arms.

Wait…. 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 bare skin, sending shivers up her spine. His cock was in her hand. Embarrassment spread over her face in a creeping red blush at the involuntary moan escaping her lips, but she couldn’t help herself.

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

She groaned as Burt’s tongue touched a sensitive area on her neck near her clavicle. Hearing her groan, 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 onto 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 surely come out and stop this. She could enjoy it a bit until he arrived.

Clara’s eyes snapped open, looking up at the dark night sky. She looked down and saw both of Burt’s large hairy hands on both 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 big 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 lust-filled eyes. Clara’s eyes danced over his features. Nothing appealed to her. Most of him repulsed her, but those hungry eyes made her knees weak.

His eyes flicked down to her breasts and her arm shielding them. Burt stood in front of her, a full head taller, as he released his grip on her wrist. Clara found herself still intently stroking him, unable to take her hands off of his heated shaft. Burt reached out and gently grabbed her other arm. Fighting some resistance, he slowly peeled it back off her breasts.

Clara shuddered as she stood topless and exposed 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 ever experienced before. This abrasive, mannerless brute was the exact archetype that she loathed about the opposite sex, yet she found herself wanting to succumb to his whims.

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

“True natural beauties just like God made ya, no plastic at all,” Burt muttered.

Clara felt pride creep into her conciousness at his words. She prided herself on her body. Clara didn’t judge women who decided to get plastic surgery, it just wasn’t for her. All that plastic leeching into one’s body couldn’t be good and ethically she couldn’t support it. To hear a man like Burt agree with her….

“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 watching.”

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

“I think he likes what he’s seeing,” 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’s exactly like that. You picked out the bathing suit you wanted me to see you in. Put 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 haven’t thought about what it would 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 supposed to happen, huh?” Burt said, “You 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 backward a couple of steps before sitting down. His ass was parked on the top step, completely 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.”

“So you’re out here in the water as bait? Looks like you, mmh, you caught a big fish. 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 ……” Clara trailed off, not wanting to tell Burt about her private sex life with her husband. “I told him if he made me come out here, I didn’t know what was going to happen.” I told him I was only going to be giving one blowjob tonight.Clara gulped at the thought.

“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. I got an idea. Ol’ Burt here will do the planning for the both of ya.”

His fingers ran up her shoulders 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 slowly stroked Burt’s cock with her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Adam’s silhouette in the window. When he didn’t move, she remembered his challenge that she wouldn’t go through with it.

She turned back to Burt’s ugly cock. “You really have no idea how lucky you are tonight,” She moved forward, 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 stretched wider than they’d ever needed to when she had done this with Adam. Her mind still raced about what exactly was happening. Wondering if Adam was still watching, worried about what he would really think now that she’d actually done it. She still expected to hear the mudroom door swing open and her knight in shining armor to come running 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 just that it was part of Adam’s fantasy. It was more 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 slid 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 and a low-level earthiness underneath the other flavors.

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 blood running through the veins surrounding his cock as it pulsated 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 what she was doing 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 mortified, unintentionally moaning lustily 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 broad 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 on 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 plain wrong, no matter how readily her body was responding to all of this.

Just pretend it’s Adam. Clara tightened her grip on Burt’s cock and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, imagining her loving husband before her.

“Mhmmhmmm,” Clara moaned again, clamping her thighs tightly together under the pool’s water.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” Burt groaned, his fingers splayed out, nestling into Clara’s hair. “Every time you talk that climate bullshit, this is all I think about. Shutting you up with my cock in your mouth.”

“Mhmmmmm,” Clara felt her face heat up as she blushed. Her stomach twisted in anger, but she didn’t understand why the pace of her blowjob had picked up. It was like her mouth had suddenly decided it 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 her husband 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 firmly in place.

Burt’s other calloused hand reached under Clara and roughly grabbed a handful of her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with her like Adam was, instead he roughly mauled them, groping and grabbing them, pinching her nipples harshly, and mashing the two mounds together. Clara’s nipples ached, desperate for more of Burt’s manhandling. She thrust her breasts downwards into his urgent hands. His rough treatment of her caused more muted, wanting 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. She adjusted her grip.

“I’m really glad you two 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’ stared up at Burt’s ugly face. She stared up at him as her mouth kept running up and down his shaft, closely followed by her gliding 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 having occurred to her. She couldn’t fathom taking Burt’s cock inside of her…down there. 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 to see.”

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 gray pubic hair beneath his shaft. Burt pushed her head down further until her slurping tongue found the bumpy skin of his nutsack. She groaned as she swirled it around his balls, lashing against each of them while damp, wiry pubic hair clung to her tongue. It was disgusting, but what worried her more was how enamored she seemed to be with it. Her 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, “Fucking 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 won’t 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. Ever.”

Burt just chuckled, “I don’t think so. You know your husband. He’s not going to be able to get this out of his head. He’s going to want to see it again, and he’s definitely going to want to see more.”

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 just be right, she couldn’t be sure and she couldn’t let him be sure either.

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

“What I do know - don’t stop stroking,” Burt said. Clara had slowed her strokes on his cock as she began talking. She gripped him tightly and resumed her insistent cresses, her lips just off the tip of his cock. “Is that he hasn’t come out here to put a stop to things yet? Which means he likes what he sees. And I know about men like him. Cucks. They’ll never get enough. He’s going to 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 from their home. She knew that he wasn’t coming out but was finally able to admit it to herself.

“It doesn’t matter,” Clara told Burt and herself, “I’ll never do it. You’ll never have me.” She shook her head at him while still stroking the massive cock before her.

“You probably never thought you’d be sucking my cock either, but here we are,” Burt chuckled. “After tonight, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it. Wondering what it would be like to do more. Sooner or later, you’ll want it. Then, one day, you’ll accept that you do. .”

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

“It doesn’t matter.” Burt shook his head, “You’re a woman. It’s just nature. It’s your proper place to be open spread eagle for an alpha male.”

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

“You sure about that,” Burt sneered and raised an eyebrow. He thrust his hips up and grabbed the back of her head. His cock pushed her lips open and drove into the back of her mouth. Clara gagged for a second, holding onto his shaft. Burt grabbed her hair in his hand, pulled her head up his shaft, and then forced 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. Your bitch of a husband inside. Got it. Hmmm?”

“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, he let go of her head and leaned back on his elbows, watching the sexy young liberal wife lovingly bathe his cock with her tongue. 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 stare 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 to be 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 were 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 permission 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 her mouth 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.

“Take it,” 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, and so were her lips. Burt showed no mercy or care as ropes of cum covered her forehead and silken hair.

Burt sneered down at the liberal woman on her knees in front of him, her face obscured by his illicit seed. It matched her platinum blonde hair and white skin. There was some sort of symbolism 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 underneath 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 humiliating and degrading, and she was ashamed of 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 even more pissed at herself 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 got up out of the pool. He grabbed his overalls and trudged naked 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 nearly as erotic as what had just happened and he still couldn’t believe it had been his wife that had done it. His normally straight-laced wife had sucked their revolting neighbor's cock in their pool. She had actually put not just her hands but her entire mouth on another man. It was everything he had fantasized about. He was still reeling, not believing what he’d witnessed was real.

And with someone like Burt, too. That guy was a piece of shit that was everything his wife hated and railed 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’d recorded it somehow so he could relive it. Judging by the look on Clara’s face, she wasn’t likely open to repeating it any time soon.

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

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

“Are you okay?” Adam asked as 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.”

All of him off of me…  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 when men did that to women, which is why he had never done it with his wife. But now their new older neighbor had performed this sexual power move with his wife before he’d ever had the chance to.

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, he would have made more sense. Adam and Trent were at least around the same age and generally had similar values, although Trent had turned out to be a scheming asshole. But Burt was Adam’s complete opposite in almost every single way.

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 reprimanded. Clara sighed, “I want to shower and go to bed Adam.”

Clara guided him begrudgingly to the door of the bathroom. She closed it gently when he stepped back into the bedroom. She did tell him earlier that 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 touching himself. 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. To do that to me.

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 even asking, and 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 some time since she had washed herself.

How long have I been standing here thinking about what just happened? 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.