Chapter 1

“Oh, come on, I dare you,” my husband Bobby whispered into my ear as his finger traced along the dent in the front of my bikini.

Since he’d spent most of the afternoon revving me up as we sat, drinking whiskey, in the swirling waters of our white four-seater hot tub, I was pushing into him. But when he spoke, I tensed and shook my head. Loose and matted, my auburn tresses dragged over his shoulder.

“You know you said you wanted to,” he added before nibbling on my earlobe.

“Honey, that ... That...” I huffed as his gliding digit pressed into my bottoms. “Oh fuck! Stop that, babe. It was just a joke.” It hadn’t been, but the alcohol wasn’t going to have me confess everything. As I sipped, I drove my clawed fingers through Bobby’s damp, sandy blonde hair. My gaze swept over our neighbor. With my husband’s fingernail dragging along my slit, the world faded but for the lone figure in the next yard. Over the rim of the glass, I murmured. “Mmm, I was ... Fuck, babe. Only kidding.”

Widowed a year ago, Pete may have been in his late-50s, but, shirtless as he mowed his lawn under the sun, the well-built man was in great shape. As I rolled my lips, his broad shoulders and rippling muscles, glistening with sweat, were mesmerizing. Leaned forward, one large stride at a time, he drove a push-mower through the grass. Back and forth, shoving and spinning it in a tight circle before his tanned, almost black frame propelled it along the next lane. He exuded pure power.

Tempting.

But then reason returned.

“I’m drunk.” After gripping Bobby’s wrist, I tugged his hand away before sliding from him, leaving him in the house’s shade. Through a wooden pergola, filtered late-afternoon sunlight glittered across the jetting water. “But not that drunk, Bobby.”

“Huh?” My husband leaned back and took a long sip, glancing at Pete before returning to me. “Oh, come on, it’s just like teasing Jake.”

Jake was my young puppy-dog follower at work that Bobby used to satisfy his fantasy of sharing me. As my insides tightened, I shifted to watch the gentle swaying of the tall trees framing both backyards.

At the end of a narrow cul-de-sac, Pete’s and our house, both two-stories, were the only developed plots. The housing bubble, COVID, and the recession left us surrounded by woods.

“No. No, it’s not. Pete is our neighbor, for God’s sake. Not some poor kid at work you’re fantasizing about.”

For a brief second, Bobby held me in his green-eyed gaze before guffawing and rolling his head back. “We both fantasize about, you mean.”

With my lips pursed, I couldn’t deny I got into his little games. And Bobby had convinced me to taunt Jake since he’d met my newest co-worker at a holiday party. Except Jake was safe. For a long time, he’d been no more than a sweet guy. Nothing would ever happen, but once Bobby convinced me to dress sexier for the office, Jake noticed. Which fueled more of Bobby’s fantasies. And, okay, a few of mine. But only flights of fantasy.

“Still not happening, babe.” I ran my foot between his legs to press into the hardness straining his trunks. “Fantasy is one thing, but...” My words faded when Pete turned, and the sunlight glimmered off his sweat-slick broad, rippling back.

Though my husband was silent while looking from me to Pete, his hand glided along my leg as I watched our neighbor mow. At last, he murmured. “You’re the one who suggested it.”

“Yeah.” My eyes pulled from Pete to catch Bobby scanning him as well. “Yeah, I did. Except I was stoned, and I said it once. What, a month ago?”

Bobby chuckled. “As I recall, you were also quite horny.”

“Duh, because that’s how you like me.” When I pushed my toes into his pulsing shaft, a moan slid from my annoying husband. “You’re such a naughty little boy.”

“I know what you’re doing, you”—he groaned again when I glided my other foot to push into him—”naughty girl.”

“Hmm, really? What? What am I trying to do to you, poor Bobby?” I asked before taking a long sip while looking at him over the shiny glass rim.

“You’re trying to distract me.” His hand gripped both my feet and shoved them from him.

“Bobby.” With a sigh, I curled my legs and sat upright to refill our glasses. After leaning against the jets once more, I smacked my lips and continued. “Playing with you while faking what I’ve done with Jake is one thing. But this is reality, dear. He’s our fucking neighbor.”

Bobby laughed. “I never said anything about fucking him.”

With a snort, I pushed through the bubbling water to punch his shoulder. “You know what I mean, perv.”

“Aww, come on, Lisa.” With Bobby’s disarming smile tugging at me, I looked at Pete’s gleaming frame. “One flash, baby. Just a glimpse for the old guy. I bet you’ll make his day.”

“Make your day, you mean.” I said while sliding my outstretched fingers into the trunks taut over his rock-hard pole.

“Yes,” hissed from him as I stroked upwards. “Oh fuck! Mmm, baby. Oh, mmm. You’re ... You’re so sexy.”

“How sexy is your wife?” When I rubbed faster, his head tilted back to roll along his shoulders. “The wife you love to show off.”

“So ... Oh, fuck, baby. Mmm, oh. Oh.” His voice was breathless between low moans. “You’re so ... So, mmm, incredibly fucking sexy.”

“You’re gonna owe me,” I said with a grin before leaning to run my tongue around his trembling lips. He groaned when I gripped his pulsating tube just beneath its fat crown.

“Yes.” With a louder groan, he tilted his head so far back his neck stretched tight. After lunging at him, I sucked hard on his throat. His voice was airy. “Y-yes. Um-hmm. Oh, anything ... Anything, mmm, you want.”

“Just my titties?” I whispered before dragging my tongue under his shaking jaw. With a louder, winding groan, he thrust into my again-stroking fist and nodded. I raised to stare into his wide pools. “Say it, Bobby. Tell your beautiful, sexy wife what you wish for her to do.”

“Oh, mmm. Oh, God. Only your tits. Yes. Yes. Mmm, one quick flash.” Both breathless and slurring from an afternoon of drinking, Bobby forced out as I ran my tongue along his chin. “From here to the pool. Oh, mmm. T-that’s it. Mmm, baby. Five seconds tops. I dare you.”

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