Chapter 3

I think I ate dinner. I think I washed it down with another beer. I'm pretty sure I locked the doors and turned off the lights. I don't remember much about the rest of the evening. I'm positive I went to bed, because that's where I woke up the next morning. My head was filled with a mix of dreams, fantasies, hard-ons, wet dreams, and half-answered questions about the two women who lived next door.

I gently rubbed my half-hard erection as I stared at the window shade slowly getting brighter. Mister B. was still a bit tender. I chuckled softly to myself. Meg had me using her pet name for my dick. My grin disappeared and my hand stopped moving as I thought about Joan for the first time since this wild ride began yesterday afternoon.

Oh, SHIT! (In capital letters, this time!) I had just cheated on my wife for the first time in our seventeen years of marriage. Actually, over eighteen years, since I stopped roaming around once we were engaged. How was I going to hide this from Joan? What would happen when Joan answered the door to one of the horny neighbors with their braless tits bouncing in her face? "Oh, Shit" didn't even begin to cover how I felt right now.

Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it should be lighter than the dim glow that the window shade was letting through. I rolled out of bed and walked naked to the window (I guess I got undressed last night, too) and moved the shade to get a glimpse of what the new day had to offer. Dark clouds and rain was what the new day was offering. Cutting the grass just moved to the bottom of Joan's honey-do list. She would be pissed if that backyard wasn't ready for a barbecue when she got back on Monday evening. Maybe she would be mollified by a sparkling clean garage ready to receive her car.

With the honey-do list now properly prioritized, I grabbed an old pair of gym shorts and the same faded T-shirt from yesterday. No sense in showering just to get dirty in the garage. My ragged, paint spattered loafers completed my ensemble for the day and I stumbled into the kitchen to get the coffee started while I rummaged something to munch on for breakfast.

With the coffee properly dripping and a bagel browning in the toaster, I stumbled into the powder room and raised the toilet seat. I just had to shift the leg of my shorts a little to take my morning leak. The only time I could wear these shorts without briefs was when the rest of the family wasn't home. I'm not huge, but these shorts are so short that it doesn't take more than a half hard-on for my dick to pop into view. Even before the kids were born, Joan thought it was a "disgusting display, and go put on something decent." Joan was somewhat like Greg when it came to neat and orderly. Such things were for the bedroom ONLY.

I flushed and made my way back to the kitchen, where I got my body running again with a big mug of black coffee. I smeared some cream cheese on the bagel and grabbed a banana on the way to the garage. If I stayed with it, I could knock the garage off before I ran out of daylight. If it dried up some this afternoon, I could still get the grass done right after dinner.

Dinner... Oh, Shit! Peg invited me to dinner tonight. What was that she said? "I'm sure Margaret would love to have you, and so would I." John, old man," I said to myself as I stepped into the garage and saw the two towels on the floor, "after what happened yesterday, you are perfectly justified in reading all the innuendo you want into that invitation!

The first thing I did was to move my work clothes over to the dryer. Then I loaded the washer back up with the towels from the floor. I made a trip back into the house to get the rest towels from the hamper. It wasn't on my honey-do list, but doing the laundry always earns you good husband points.

Now that my clothes had been washed, the overwhelming chemical odor was gone. The garage smelled like any other garage that was used mainly for storage, rather than housing a vehicle. Joan had been parking in the driveway for a couple of years, but a sudden cloudburst and a ruined hair-do suddenly reminded her of a how nice it was when she could park in the garage. I had even installed a cheap garage door opener that worked most of the time.

I won't bore you with the details of my cleaning; other than to say it took all morning and a good bit of the afternoon. When I was done, I knew Joan would be happy with the results. I just knew she was planning to pull in the driveway and hit that garage door opener, so I tested it and made sure that the automatic light still worked so she could immediately see the results of my work.

The rain stopped just as I finished the garage. It was too wet to cut the grass, but I figured as long as things were already wet, I could wash the gas barbecue grill. It still had last year's grease build-up in it. I hooked up the hose to the outside faucet, then grabbed my wire brush, a roll of paper towels, and a spray can of oven cleaner and headed out to the patio.

I pulled the lava rocks out, then gave the inside of the grill a good blast with the oven cleaner. While the over cleaner was working, I walked around the yard, picking up stuff that I didn't want to launch with my whirling lawnmower blade.

As I walked back to the grill, I saw Meg come out of her house and walk over to the fence that separated our yards. She was wearing tiny pink shorts and a matching tube top. With her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she actually looked a couple of years younger than she was. My dick gave a lurch as I realized she had kept her braless promise.

"Hey, John," she called out from the fence, "still getting ready for barbecue season?"

"Sure am!" I replied as I ran the brush through the darkened foam in the grill. I held up my dirty brush and hand. "As you can see, this time I really am changing the oil. Wanna help?"

She made a face. "Yuk! I don't think so..." she paused, then her expression softened. "But if you really want me to..." She leaned against the fence. The top board came to just under her tits and caused them to stick out.

"That's OK, I'm almost done." I gave her an exaggerated leer. "You just stay right there and look lovely. You can be my... my inspiration to higher goals." I finished in a lofty tone of voice.

Meg glanced around, then grinned. "Well... if it's goals you want, how's this for a two-pointer?" She grabbed the bottom edge of her tube top and pulled it up to her neck, then rested her bare boobs on the fence with her 'two points' pointed right at me.

"Jeez, Meg!" I looked around wildly as I yelled at her. "Shit! Are you trying to get me in trouble?" She just stood there and smiled at me with her bare tits hanging over the fence. I realized she had chosen her position well. My house hid her from my neighbor's view and there was a bush at the end of the fence that blocked most of the view from the street. Anyone on her side of the fence, including her neighbors on the other side, would only see her back, with the back of her top still in place. Our houses backed up against some overgrown trees, so there were no houses behind us.