Roy’s Conquests: Courtney

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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains themes of cheating, cuckoldry, voyeurism, and NTR. If this isn’t the fetish for you, don’t waste your time flooding my inbox with hate mail— it’ll only make me want to write and post MORE cuck stuff (unless, of course, that’s your goal…).

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ROY’S CONQUESTS: COURTNEY

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We’re all sinners. Each and every one of us has a deep rooted flaw that defines the worst of our personalities. The hard part is looking within ourselves and acknowledging our own. For me, this comes easily. I’m very aware of what mine is. What doesn’t come easily to me is the desire to change. To change, you have to want to. And I simply don’t want to.

So what’s my sin? I covet. In particular, I covet my the wives of my neighbors. Again, who doesn’t? But whereas most men keep it locked away in a guilty corner of their imagination, I act on it. God gifted me with all the tools I’d ever need— charm, charisma, cunning… and a few physical ones that I’ll tell you about in due time…

In short, I’m a seducer. It’s my lifestyle. And I’m never going to change. It’s just too much fun…

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My neighborhood was, what the local teens would call, “Suburban Hell.” It was a classic Stepford Wives utopia of upper-middle class houses in a predominantly white demographic. The yards were open plots of green grass, the hedges were professionally manicured, and most back yards featured swimming pools or Koi ponds. Birds sang their songs. Lawn mowers hummed in the distance. It was the kind of place you’d never hear domestic shouting matches or the blare of a police siren.

My neighbors were mostly young couples in their mid twenties. Innocent and sheltered, fresh out of college, and making their first big bucks as legal aides, or IT professionals, programmers, or some sort of white collar corporate jobs where daddy was friends with the boss and was able to set them up for life. They were all in that transitional period— newly married, making six figures for the first time in their young lives, and figuring that the next step for them was to buy the “dream house”, before they’d fill their new nests with babies.

For an old bull like me, that was always the perfect time to strike. It’s a time when insecurities run high in young households. Husbands aren’t confident, so they devote most of their time to their jobs. Their wives pick up on that lack of confidence, and spend their days fretting over if they made the right choice in mates. Feelings of regret, insecurity, and curiosity are at a fever pitch. Everyone is an adult, but none of them actually feel like an adult. It’s easy to see it on their faces…

She wasn’t a knock out by any stretch of the imagination. You’d look at her and call her “normal cute”. She had long curly brown hair— natural, not dyed— and large blue eyes. Her face reminded me of actress Minnie Driver, especially her nose and cheeks (if that makes sense). Sort of a curving nose that widened (but not unpleasantly). She had round cheeks that gave her nervous smile a small, somewhat chipmunk quality. She would be dynamite if she had the confidence or the know-how to style her hair and makeup… but she didn’t, so she fell into the “cute” category. The kind of girl where you’d notice her friend sitting next to her, before you’d notice her.

She’d definitely be a good candidate for one of those makeover shows— the kind where they take a natural 7, give her a new dress, new hair style, and some makeup, and she’s suddenly a 9.5.

She was tall, probably about 5’8″. One of those girls who hit her growth spurt early in life, and stood a full head taller than her classmates, before they caught up to her. As a result, she was a bit gawky, and tended to let herself slump forward to hide it. Pity really, because she was hiding a tremendous figure. Even her style of dressing was unimpressive and plain. Uninteresting white tennis shoes, baggy jean shorts that came to mid-thigh (the kind that a middle aged mother might wear for a walk in the park), and a plain salmon colored tank top, that was far from “revealing”.

But somewhere under that, was a body just waiting to be discovered by someone with the means to appreciate it. She was all leg. Her thighs were thick, long, and smooth, and seemed to go on forever. And hidden by those nervously hunched shoulders was a pair of plump, round D-cups. Maybe even double D’s. I could only imagine how fantastic those puppies would look if she simply carried herself with a little confidence— shoulders back, and chest out. The thought made me drool.

I knew I needed a closer look…

Her and her husband were in the process of finishing up their move by the time I took notice. The moving van had long ago shipped out.

I found them unloading their SUV with the last of their boxes.

“Hi there!” I said as I stepped around the hedges that divided our driveways.

They looked up at me, and though there was a bashful quality to the two of them (what is it about kids in their 20’s that are so damn introverted?) I could tell that my appearance put them instantly at ease. I’m a very disarming man… probably why I’m so under-the-radar about what I do. Nobody expects to loose their hot young wife to a 60 year old single guy. Despite my age, I’m still a spry fella. I have a home gym that I use obsessively. There’s barely an ounce of fat on me. Every single muscle on my body is meticulously maintained and cared for, strengthened to its peak. In my older age, I’ve come to draw inspiration from Jack Lalanne. You want nice things? You gotta work hard for them. Which is why it’s so easy to snatch away nice things from young guys who take the path of least resistance…

On this particular day, my pastel yellow polo was stretched to the limit over my broad pecks, and tight abs. My biceps bulged with the casserole I’d whipped up last night to “greet” the new neighbors. I already had big muscles, but today, I could feel them stretching the sleeves of my polo, threatening to tear through like the Hulk. I made sure the veins stood out, loud and proud.

I can only imagine what they must have thought at my appearance. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I look like a door to door Mormon, mixed with a retired swinger. Clean cut with a broad, prominent smile and dazzling white teeth. I tan, so that makes them stand out even more. I still have a full head of hair (thank god), that is bright blonde. I keep it on the longer side, swept back like a surfer boy— it keeps me looking youthful. It’s the only part of my body where I have hair, but that’ll be our little secret. I usually dress in flip flops, khaki shorts, and pastel polos. I could be the manager at a golf course— disarming and pleasant. I like it that way.

“I’m Roy. Roy David. I live next door. I wanted to welcome you folks to the neighborhood.”

They looked tired and messy. The husband set down his box and shook my hand. His palm was clammy and his grip was weak. My paw absolutely enveloped his. “Steve Hammond,” he told me.

He was a sweaty pudgy kid in cargo shorts with pale skin, a baby face and flaming red hair that was matted to his scalp. His features were lively— a man-boy who probably aggravated his wife from time to time with a relentlessly juvenile sense of humor. He looked like the type of guy who’d rather watch internet videos of people getting hit in the balls, instead of read a book. And he was definitely the type to go outside in shorts, even during winter because he was lazy— but would tell everybody it was because the cold didn’t bother him.

“This is my wife, Courtney,” Steve waved over his shoulder, almost absently, before returning his attention to the bowl in my arms. “Ooh! What’d you bring us?”

I laughed good-naturedly. Of course dough-boy’s eyes went right to the food. “Just something I whipped up the second I spotted your moving van!” I handed him the bowl.

Courtney was juggling a large awkward box in her arms, and trying to leverage it higher with her knee. The sweat gleamed pleasantly from her long thick thigh. I could assess them immediately. She was out of his league but had no clue. Her self esteem issues were the reason she’d married the first guy she’d dated. And though her expression told me that she wasn’t always thrilled by Steve, she figured him as her only option. I’d happily give her a thrill…

She barely even looked my way. “Hi,” she said disinterestedly, fighting her burden.

“Baby, lunch has arrived,” he called over his shoulder.

“Steve, could you help me?” She grunted.

Steve began to mutter out an apology, but I intervened. “No, I got it.” I hurried over to Courtney, getting my first up-close look at my next project. A corner of the box had snagged her shirt, and pulled it low. I got a hint of the tops of her plump breasts. They were luscious and round— the sweat standing out like droplets of dew, catching the light and sparkling on her tanning skin. I caught a hint of tan-likes in that flash. I resolved right then that I’d have my chance to play with them.

“Here, allow me,” I smiled my usual pleasant smile, and before she could protest, I snatched it from her arms. “Jeez,” I grunted, hefting it and shifting the weight to just one arm (it really wasn’t that heavy for me) “What do you got in here? The entire encyclopedia?”

She smiled shyly, though I could tell there was a lingering hint of annoyance that Steve hadn’t rushed over to help. She just didn’t want to call him out in front of company. Fine by me. “Thanks,” she dusted her hands on her shorts and adjusted her top. “Umm… books yes, but not the encyclopedia.”

She shook my hand as I offered it to her. My enormous palm completely enfolded hers. I let my hand linger on hers for just a second longer than is conventional, deliberately never taking my eyes off hers. Young men and women have no concept of the power of eye contact.

“I would guess Stephen King,” I carried the box easily in one arm, inviting myself up the front steps and into the living room, “But I’m betting that you don’t care for horror. You look more like a…” I paused, narrowing my eyes and using this as a pretext to appraise her body beneath those frumpy clothes (I was not disappointed). “A Shakespeare kind of girl. Romantic and thoughtful.”

She laughed bashfully and I could see her lack of people skills showing. She legitimately didn’t know what to say to that. Her cheeks had the slightest hint of color. Her smile was hesitant. I couldn’t tell if my intrusion was making her annoyed or self conscious— maybe a little of both. But that never stopped me before.

Like I figured, she shied away from the compliment. “Yeah, I’m not one for horror. I know it’s not popular to say, but I hate Halloween. I want to just hide the entire month of October.” She admitted.

I laughed. “I’m not a fan either,” I lied. “But that’s because I have a sweet tooth, and would rather keep all the candy for myself then pass it out.”

“Good to know I’m not alone,” she smiled, loosening up a bit.

“Never,” I winked.

You know the nice thing about being old enough to be a married woman’s father? She doesn’t suspect I’m being flirty. There’s a lot of things I can say that will get dismissed as merely ‘Oh, Roy’s just being nice.’

Steve passed us, heading for the kitchen. “Oh god, are you guys talking Halloween already?” he asked.

“Roy doesn’t like it either,” Courtney declared happily, like she finally had someone on her side in an on-going feud.

“Well then you and Roy can hide in your bunkers until it’s over,” Steve called playfully back at us.

“Steve’s big into Halloween,” Courtney sighed.

“His loss,” I shrugged. “This year we’ll keep our lights off and we’ll pass skittles and sangria back and forth over the fence.”

She laughed. “Sounds like the best Halloween ever.”

I set the box down near the bookcase and dusted my hands.

“Thank you,” she said. “But seriously, you don’t have to carry in our stuff.”

“Piece of cake. Give me something heavy next time.” I smiled. I noticed her eyes go to arms for just a moment. I was sure to flex them slightly, making the veins pop. My pecks jumped when I did. “Hey, just because I’m an old man doesn’t mean I’ll break a hip when I pick things up and put them down.”

“No no,” she held up her hands defensively. “I didn’t mean—”

I enjoyed the way her cheeks splashed with color when I teased her. “To assume I’m some helpless old man?” I allowed the smirk.

She grew even brighter red. “No, nothing like that.”

I grinned. “Little lady, if you’d been born 20 years earlier, or I’d been born 20 years later, I’d show you a thing or two.”

This earned a bright red blush. She laughed dismissively, but I let my eyes stay locked on hers until she looked away. The gears were turning in her head to decide if I’d been light hearted or serious.

“So, umm… would you like to stay for lunch?” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder.

“No, I’d better not. I just came to say hello and welcome you both. I’m glad to have some eye candy living next door,” I winked at her, earning another blush. “But I have a BBQ to set up for. I’ll be grilling tomorrow in the backyard, if you and your husband want to swing by and drop off my bowl.”

“Oh, ummm…”

“Only if you want. No pressure,” I shrugged in a no big deal way. “If you don’t feel like cooking and want to take a dip in my pool after the big move, feel free to drop in.” I knew that her house didn’t have a pool.

“Okay, maybe we will.” She smiled.

I headed for the door and she called after me, “Nice meeting you!”

“Nice meeting you.” I glanced back and winked.

***

I knew they would show up for my little get-together. The food I gifted them pretty much insured that. Young up-and-comers are always trying to be so polite.

They came around the corner into the back yard with timid expressions of what to expect. Steve was wearing bright red swim trunks and a dark gray t-shirt that did nothing to flatter his doughy gut. A towel was slung over his shoulder. He had a pair of bright plastic sunglasses (that looked like he bought them from a 25 cent gumball machine at the Chuck E Cheese) resting on top of his red hair. He came prepared for a swim.

Courtney didn’t. She was in a blue sundress with spaghetti straps. It was tight across her chest, and I was right to assume she was sporting a pair of perfect round double D’s. She didn’t dress to show them off, but it just so turned out that the outfit hugged them tight without being overly showy. She probably didn’t even know how spectacular they were— which only made me want them more. They were an discovered oasis of fun and possibilities. I just needed to loosen her up. The straps of her white bra were visible beneath— hanging on for dear life to support those puppies.

Below the delightful curve of her breasts, her dress was light and breezy. It came down to her knee— again, modest and conservative. But what was this, just above her flip flops? Was that an ankle tattoo? I grinned to myself. She had a tattoo of a flower— some sort of wild lupine or lavender. It screamed of a quiet girl’s attempt to prove that she could be daring. I glanced at her husband and mused— probably not as daring as she wished she could be.

She had sunglasses resting on her head, and her hair had been styled over one shoulder, wavy and wild and teasing one of her eyes behind a veil of cascading brown.

The expression she wore was one of apprehensive nervousness. She didn’t know what to expect, and that was just fine with me. Clearly she was not a social butterfly. She was here out of politeness. And it was even more evident by the party around them.

My parties aren’t exactly ragers. I work hard to keep my yard immaculate— my own little oasis. My pool is small, but tropical and eye catching, surrounded by lush plant life to create the illusion of a jungle. A wooden deck sits beneath a pergola, dressed up with furniture to be an outdoor lounge— complete with wet-bar and a recessed hot tub. And beneath the overhang of my back patio, an outdoor kitchen and tables— all made and installed by yours truly.

I’m sure that caught the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Hammond. But so did my guests. Let’s just say… I’m part of a community who shares the same ‘interests’. The vast majority of my guests are women of all ages. A few of the younger crowd in their early twenties lounged by the pool in their sun glasses and tanning oil. Bottled blondes with the bodies of NFL cheerleaders— they hadn’t been difficult conquests, but they sure were trophies that were easy to admire. Especially with their bikinis untied to avoid tan lines.

But a lot of my guests were also older gals. Middle aged and up, in expensive bathing suits that showed off more skin than women their age often do, wraps and beach sarongs, and sparkling jewelry and accessories. They were still knockouts, but with something to prove. I don’t discriminate. I like them all. The few men who were in attendance were my age (and not a young 60, I assure you). Friends who were willing to “trade” with me from time to time. They were lounging in the bubbling hot tub that was recessed into my deck.

One of them caught sight of Courtney and couldn’t resist commenting, “Oh man, Roy. Your parties get better and better.”

I cleared my throat. “They’re my new neighbors. Don’t scare them away,” I mumbled from the corner of my mouth. I put on a sunny smile and waved to them from behind the grill.

The relief washed over their faces as they made their way over. I couldn’t help but admire the way the gentle breeze made Courtney’s dress cling to those long legs.

“Glad you two could make it!” I said, delighted. I flipped a few burgers and closed the grill lid.

“Hi, thanks for having us,” Courtney said, holding the a bowl just beneath those big plump melons of hers. “We brought your bowl back. Thank you for the casserole, it was delicious. I topped you off with some pasta salad,” she smiled, slightly bashful, as though she wasn’t confident that it would be very good.

“Thanks, sweetie. We’ll make this a regular thing.” I gestured between me and her with the tongs. “We’ll just keep passing it back and forth. The bowl, that is,” I let a playful smile spread across my face, and gave Steve a wink. He wasn’t really listening. He was already eyeing up the pool.

“Feel free to go for a dip,” I told him.

“I think I might take you up on that, Roy,” he beamed.

I turned back to Courtney. “Where’s your suit? Don’t tell me you’re not going in.” I insisted.

“We’re not done unpacking, and I couldn’t find it,” Courtney admitted. But the way she kept her eyes averted, I knew that was a lie. She was self conscious about being in a bathing suit in front of new people. I don’t know why. Her body was already drawing the stares of the male guests, and the ire of the female ones.

I couldn’t resist. “That’s fine. You can just jump in in your underwear. Or nothing at all. We’re not a judgy bunch of perverts, right fellas?”

Courtney’s eyes widened in disbelief. The color spread across her cheeks.

Before she could say something, her husband burst out laughing. “Wow, he’s got my sense of humor. I like this guy,” Steve declared.

“You would,” Courtney shook her head and snickered slightly.

I slapped Steve on the back with one large hand. “I’m only half kidding. I’ve got a few spares if you need one.” I clacked the tongs a few inches from her nose, like I was going to playfully bite her.

“Spares?” She cocked an eyebrow at me.

I shrugged. “I get visitors from time to time, and they sometimes don’t bother with their bathing suits, or forget them here.”

Steve’s eyes went to the girls lounging by the pool. He got my meaning.

Courtney blushed, trying to come up with an excuse. “I don’t know if that’s—”

“Nonsense. It’s too beautiful of a day to be a wall flower.” I untied and discarded my ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, and tossed it over a nearby lawn chair.

“Maybe later—” she continued to protest, but when I stepped around the grill, she cut herself off. The color came to her face ten-fold and she gasped.

I’m not a man who dresses modestly. Today was no exception. I was bare-chested. My hairless muscles tanned from the sun I soaked up. My pecks and arms rivaled any body builder. But that’s not what drew her attention. I was wearing my blue swim suit— a Speedo. Most men frown upon such a choice in swim wear— with good reason. I’m exactly that guy who married men hate in such attire. Because coiled up in that bathing suit is my most prized possession. It was sound asleep… for now.

A second later, and Steve took notice too. His eyes also widened. Courtney averted her eyes after a second, but the cute redness remained. Steve knew that I saw them both look. Busted. He laughed, a bit uncomfortably. “There’s one at every party.” He commented. Courtney lightly smacked him with the back of her hand, in an attempt to shush him. “I don’t blame you for showing off,” Steve continued lightly. “To quote Ron White: ‘If it was mine, I’d be holding a picture frame around it’.”

“Steve,” Courtney shot him a look. But I could tell that she was peeking at my manhood from the corner of her eye. Her tentative curiosity was really driving me wild.

I can only imagine what they thought of me— clean and groomed, in shape to an insane degree, and a crotch that was literally bursting at the seams to contain the slumbering anaconda in my Speedo. Combine that with an immaculate house and perfectly manicured yard. They might even assume I was into men. They would be wrong, but I wouldn’t have discouraged that assumption— if it put Steve at ease when I’m around his lovely wife.

“Lets get you folks some drinks,” I clapped my meaty hands together, and draped my heavy arms over each of their shoulders, steering them toward the house. They came willingly, though I could sense the nervous tension in Courtney now. She no longer saw me as the harmless old man. That was a good thing because now she was seeing me as a sexual object.

“So how do you know everyone?” Courtney asked. There was a tremble to her soft voice, and I could tell she was eager to take her mind off of my practically naked body.

“No idea. I just woke up this morning and these freeloaders were using my pool and drinking my beer. So I just figured ‘what the hell? I’ll join them.'” I laughed.

“Sounds like a good time,” Steve said.

“Very funny, Roy,” Courtney snickered.

I shrugged. “Let’s just say, we’re all sort of a singles group in our own way. And we’ll leave it at that. In fact, the two of you are pretty much the only ones in the neighborhood who aren’t divorced.”

“Yet,” Steve teased.

“Is there something in the water?” Courtney asked.

“No, nothing like that,” I responded. “We’re just a group who enjoys the benefits of being single and free.”

“Here here,” Steve declared.

Courtney shot him a scolding look as I guided them into the house. My arm stayed across Courtney’s back, even as Steve whistled and inspected the kitchen. He didn’t have a reason to feel threatened that I kept my arm on his wife’s back, right in front of him, and she was too shy and polite to shrug me off. Deep down, I think we all instinctively knew our places, though years of evolution buried those thoughts of alphas, betas, and the spoils beneath mountains of consciousness.

The kitchen, like everything else, was spotless. The table and counters featured rows of food, dips, chips, and things to munch on.

“So you’re not married?” Courtney asked.

“Divorced about ten years ago.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” she said sympathetically.

“Don’t be sorry,” I bent over and rummaged through the refrigerator, coming up with a cold beer for a Steve and a wine cooler for Courtney. I leaned my butt casually against the counter and let my muscles naturally flex. I caught Courtney looking while appearing not to look. “We had… different priorities. See, I’m very open and like to share things with a lot of people. Especially when other people share things with me… and she wasn’t as okay with that.” I grinned, not taking my eyes off of Courtney. She looked uncertain, glancing away. I chased her with my eyes.

With my point made, I dialed it back a bit— asking a few questions about their marriage, how they met, how long they were together. When Courtney told me they were coming up on their six month wedding anniversary, I felt my cock throb, straining the tight fabric of my Speedo. Knowing that they were still in the honeymoon phase only made this that much more exciting for me. Steve’s parents had money and got him a good job in IT, so their wedding loans were paid off. Courtney worked at the local high school as a library assistant. That explained a lot about her modest personality.

I gave Courtney my undivided attention while keeping a watchful eye on our alcohol consumption throughout the conversation. By the time she was halfway through her second drink, it was time to give these youngsters a little nudge.

“Are we going swimming, or what?” I asked.

“I’m game!” Steve was eager.

“That’s what I like to hear.” I clapped him on the back and threw a questioning look to Courtney. She sighed, but the alcohol had loosened her up a little.

“Okay, fine.” She said, but then held up her finger. “But only if you have a bathing suit I can borrow. I’m not going in naked!”

Steve and I laughed. “No, no, of course not. I have a perfect string bikini and thong combo for you.” I joked.

“Yeah! Just slut her up a little!” Steve declared.

“Steve!” She blushed.

“I’ll do my best,” I winked and asked him to check the grill before he cannon balls into the pool. Then I took Courtney by the hand and led her down the hall. I let my fingers trail softly over her knuckles.

Along the way, one of my many “friends” emerged from the bathroom. She looked sultry in her bikini, pearls, and heels, even for a forty-five year old. She gave me a smile as we passed, letting her eyes linger. “Caught another one, did you?” She clucked her tongue and gave a slow shake of her head. Her voice was dripping with sexual desire. Then she inspected Courtney. “She’s cute. Must be her first time. You’re in for a treat, honey. Trust me.” She gave Courtney a wink, and reached her hand down and gave the bulge in my Speedo a playful squeeze.

Courtney’s eyes widened. She stiffened a bit. “It’s not like that. Just giving her a quick tour.” I replied with an easy smile and a laugh.

“Don’t be too quick about it.” She leaned in and gave me a gentle peck on the lips, eyeing up the young housewife by my side as she did so. When she pulled away, she commented “I better get back to my husband before he starts doing cannonballs.” She laughed and sauntered away, popping her hips a bit for my attention as she went.

Courtney looked stunned. Her expression full of questions.

I only smiled. “I’m sorry that you had to see that. We share a lot of things at these parties.”

Her eyes darted from the departing woman and back to me. She legitimately wasn’t sure what that meant.

Her innocence drove me nuts. I wanted her right then, but this was about the long game. “Courtney, in case there’s any question in your mind, I’m a swinger.” I said proudly.

“A swinger?” She blinked, digesting it. “Like from the 70’s?”

“I like to think I’m not that archaic. I enjoy sex with different partners. Including the married ones.” I deliberately let the silence linger.

“The married ones?” She was shocked. “What about their husbands?”

“Sometimes they know and they’re completely okay with it, and everyone has a good time.”

“Sometimes?”

I shrugged modestly, “Sometimes, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Her face was a mask of different thoughts and emotions. Of course she was familiar with the concept of swinging, but by the look on her face, it seemed foreign— impossible to ever know someone who actively engaged in such acts. The kind of thing that over the top fictional adult movies were made of. For the briefest moment, I saw her eyes drop to my perfectly chiseled body, and the enormous bulge, neatly packaged up in my swim suit.

“Is it starting to make more sense now?” I stepped closer to Courtney. She froze like a deer in headlights as I came dangerously close to leaning in. I knew that look. She legitimately thought I was going to kiss her, or make a move. I reached my hand up behind her, my movements deliberately slow. I let the heavy bulge press against her hip. Then I snapped off the light in the bathroom that my guest had left on.

“Some people have no concept of the electricity that they waste,” I smiled at her, and turned away, continuing on. Her posture became relaxed again, but her expression remained bewildered.

“I apologize if that’s a lot to digest right away,” I explained as I walked with her. “I know we just met. But I figured I’d let you know, to save you the speculation. We’re going to be sharing a property line. You might see a lot of different women coming and going. You might notice a party or two going on in the back yard— one that you weren’t invited to. And if that’s the case, I don’t want you to be offended.”

This seemed to ease the tension. She let out a nervous laugh. “Well I’m glad you told me. I’ll shut the blinds and keep Steve away from the windows.”

“I thought I’d save you the trouble of speculating with your husband what my deal is. Now you can both stop wondering about me.”

Courtney considered this. “If it’s all the same to you, I don’t think I’m going to mention this to my husband.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not our business anyway,” she admitted. “But I don’t want him freaking out. He’ll either get giggly and start trying to peep over the fence like he’s five, or he’ll freak out and try to lock me away from you. Neither one will be good.”

“Our little secret then. He sounds like a smart man. We put on quite the show. And if you ever felt compelled to join us… well… I think there’d be some fist fights over who got you.”

Her face turned bright red and she averted her eyes, although I noticed the curious way she stole another glance at my crotch. Despite her expression, a very flattered smile lingered. “Shut up,” she said and gave me a little shove.

“I’m serious. I’d have to kick everyone out of my house so I could get you all to myself,” I responded, keeping my voice an ambiguous tone of teasing. It could have been a harmless comment from a flirtatious old man… or it could have been an invitation.

She finally managed control her blushing as we reached the stairs. “You have a really nice home,” she admired as we went.

“I run a tight ship,” I replied as I took her upstairs to the bedroom.

We paused outside of the master. She looked a little worried to be venturing in.

I couldn’t resist laughing. “Is this how it’s always going to be now? I confided something about myself, and now my bedroom is the lion’s den?”

“It might very well be,” she joked back.

I brushed past her. “I only play with those who consent. If you’re not, then you have nothing to fear.” I smiled.

“I suppose you’re right.” She followed me in and took in my bedroom with a shake of her head. She couldn’t resist laughing.

“What?” I asked.

“I feel like I stepped into Austin Powers’ bedroom,” her girlish giggle turned into full blown laughter.

“Groovy baby,” I replied. I knew what she meant. My bedroom looks as you’d expect from a womanizing manwhore. It was painted shades of striking dark gray. The furniture was stylish, done in shades of bold colors. My bed spread was tiger-print (a joke gift from one of my friends). The lighting was low and moody. And yes, I had some shelves of lotions and sex toys. Most of it was for conversation pieces— to get whatever guest I was entertaining to reveal what she was into.

“What is that for?” She asked, pointing to the video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room.

I smiled. “Well it’s not for documenting a video blog, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She reddened. I was very unabashed about my lifestyle. A complete open book— unashamed and vocal. I don’t think she was prepared for someone to be so conversational about their sexual activities.

She glanced out the bedroom window. It overlooked her back yard and the window of her bedroom. “Oh gosh, I suppose I should invest in some good window shades after all.”

“I agree,” I replied. “All it takes is for you to get careless once after a shower, and they’ll have to cart me out after you give me a heart attack.”

I was rewarded again with another blush. “Hush, you.” She said modestly.

I rummaged through a few drawers until I was able to produce a bathing suit for her. It was a black one-piece. “This is the most modest I can offer you. It’s brand new. So you don’t have to worry about who it might have belonged to.” It still had the tags and I explained I kept a few on hand for guests who were shy.

Courtney was relieved that it really wasn’t something slutty or titillating. That wasn’t her style. …baby steps…

“You can change in here,” I told her. “I better get back to the grill. There’s towels in the bathroom closet.”

She pointed to the camera. “That better not be on,” she joked.

“You’ll just have to trust me,” I replied playfully.

Courtney smiled, and collected one of the throw blankets from the end of the bed, and tossed it over the camera.

“I don’t,” she laughed lightly.

I looked her dead in the eyes. My smile not faltering but becoming completely serious. “A stunner like you… you shouldn’t.” And I turned and left her to her privacy.

I returned to the grill, confident that I’d planted the seed of her curiosity. Now it just needed time to grow. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, or the story, but I later found out what Courtney did while she had free roam of my bedroom (she admitted it).

Alone, curiosity did get the best of her. She wandered from the window to the shelf of sex toys. Courtney examined them, wondering just what kind of man I am. The notion that I have sex with multiple different partners was foreign to her. She had been with Steve since high school, and though he had many personality quirks that she found childish, she had never entertained the idea of exploring other possibilities. For her to have sex with someone else, she and Steve would need to break up. And since they never broke up, Steve was the only man she’d go to bed with. She always assumed that people who had multiple partners— especially married ones— were shameful and stayed hidden. I, on the other hand, was so open and proud of it. There was a bold confidence to the way I spoke of it, like not only was I proud, but it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Maybe for you,” she muttered to the shelf full of lotions, oils, and ‘massagers’. She walked over to the drawers, knowing it was wrong, but with a trembling hand, she cracked the top drawer. Clothing, nothing more sinister. But a few drawers down, she found a collection of more sex toys. Handcuffs, dildos— large and small and of different colors, blindfolds, and even a riding crop. She gasped and quickly shut it. Her face was red. When she slowed her pounding heart, she let out a little laugh. “Creepy old man.” She commented.

On top of the dresser, she spied a box of condoms. Magnum XL. “Of course you would be, Roy.” She laughed a little easier, thinking of the bulge in my Speedo. It was difficult for her to admit out loud, but she wasn’t used to a man with a body like mine. Steve had always been naturally pale and never in shape. Even in high school, he’d been a bit husky. There was no trace of muscle definition to him. “I’ll take Steve’s head on Roy’s body,” she joked to herself, finally comfortable enough to slip the straps from her dress and let it flutter to the floor. “Okay… maybe Zac Efron’s head on Roy’s body… with Steve’s name,” she giggled guiltily, her face flushing bright red. The alcohol had given her a pleasant flutter.

Although the thought of my cock both frightened and intrigued her. The bulge alone told a tale of a man who, even soft, was bigger than her husband hard. She knew it was wrong to have those thoughts— to compare a stranger to the man she loved. She should be happy with what Steve had. Everyone was different, and though her husband lacked in some departments, he fit her better in others… right?

But as she began to unhook her bra, she idly wondered if that was really the case. Or had she just played it safe and hopped on the first ship that looked comfortable enough? It was possible the ship wasn’t sailing to where she wanted to go. She glanced at my bed, wondering how many women slept in it. I had been so casual about it, but so openly flirtatious that I found her attractive. She wondered if I’d really meant it. Did I really think she was hot? Would I really indulge her if she wanted to experiment outside of her marriage? She glanced down at her full breasts as her bra fell free. Though she never thought highly of herself, she knew that Steve loved her body… and she’d caught me looking too. Maybe it was expected… I was a creepy old man. Maybe I was just being flirty because that was my way. I could have any woman that I wanted— as evident by my lifestyle. But with that said, she was sure I’d be discreet and not tell a soul, even if she got carried away and immediately regretted it…

“Stop it,” she told herself. “He’s old enough to be your father.” But as she peeled her panties down, she found that they were wet. She blushed, seeing first hand that she had been aroused. She thought again of my six pack abs and bulging Speedo. “Okay, he’s definitely not build like your father.” She forgave herself for the arousal.

Nude, standing in my bedroom, she reached for the swim suit, and found her eyes coming to rest on my video camera. She cocked her head, wondering what it would be like… being video taped. She plucked away the blanket that she’d draped over it. She didn’t know much about photography, but saw that the light wasn’t on. It was powered off. She glanced at the camera and bit her lip. “You like that?” She said in a mock sexy voice, putting her hand to her hip and giving a sexy spin. She faced her back to the camera and peered at it over her shoulder, flashing a coy smile.

She giggled to herself. For one crazy moment, she had the impulse to power it up and take a short video. She was positive I wouldn’t mind (and I certainly wouldn’t). And she knew that if she did, it would be a secret kept between us. But that would be crazy.

She finished putting the suit on, collected her towel, and hurried from the room.

Although it wasn’t one of the wilder suits I could have offered her, she definitely turned some heads when she joined us on the patio. Her big round tits filled it out well, and gave me a much better sense of what I was working with. It was the type of suit that was slit down the middle to her naval. Her cleavage was ample and each breast threatened to make its appearance if she turned or bent wrong. Her stomach wasn’t washboard, but it was pleasant, and her butt was more impressive than those frumpy mom-shorts were willing to reveal. And God Almighty, did she have legs.

She sensed the looks she was getting, especially from me behind the grill. “Close your jaw, you old pervert,” she joked quietly as she passed me, heading for the pool. I was able to appreciate that she was comfortable (or buzzed) enough around me to shake off some of her initial bashfulness and make such remarks.

I shrugged. “Just memorizing this image, because I’m guessing your normal swim suit will look like a turn of the century ‘bathing costume’.”

She shot me a look. She didn’t like me challenging her like that. Good.

Courtney took a quick dip in the pool. Steve spent most of the day lounging on a raft. The day was spent just having fun and mingling. I kept my guests fed, and made sure that the alcohol was definitely in constant supply. Especially for my special little projects. The times that I wasn’t talking to my cute new neighbor, I’d catch her glancing my way. She was getting pleasantly buzzed, and I sensed that she was trying to figure me out…

We sat together in the hot tub at one point. Nothing enhances an alcohol buzz like a pool of bubbling hot water.

“Oh my god,” she purred and moaned, resting her back against the jets. Hearing her voice practically moan made the blood rush to my manhood. The Speedo began to feel very tight indeed.

“Nice, huh?” I was next to her, trying not to make it obvious that my eyes had wandered to the water that was frothing between her breasts.

“Nice? I’m stealing this.” She giggled slightly.

“What a coincidence, I’m stealing this.” I smiled and gave her thigh a squeeze.

The surprise registered on her face, but she was far too relaxed to make a scene. “You’re relentless,” she said, but didn’t push my hand away. I left it there, just to test her.

“Am I?”

“I can’t tell if you just like to flatter women, or if you’re serious.”

“Follow me upstairs, and we’ll find out.” My hand slid a little higher. Her eyes widened. I saw the color splash across her cheeks.

“I’m pretty sure Steve wouldn’t agree to that,” she responded, and glanced at her husband, still lounging in the pool. His ridiculous sunglasses were pulled down, and his pale belly was beginning to redden.

“That’s the exciting part, don’t you think?” I remarked. My hand traveled higher. She bit her lip.

“That it’d be a challenge?”

I shook my head. “It’d be like taking candy from a baby.”

“I don’t know…” Courtney sounded doubtful. “Steve likes his candy.”

I barked a laugh. “I can see that.” I glanced at his belly.

She reddened. “That sounded meaner than I meant it. I was trying to be playful…”

“That was good, I liked it. Maybe Steve won’t notice his… uhh… candy is being shared once in a while.”

The blush on her face lingered, but she laughed. “Relentless,” she splashed me. “Go get me another one of these,” she held up her empty bottle, “before I remember that your hand has been pawing my leg for the last ten minutes.”

I wasn’t put off. I slid from the water, letting it run off my bulging muscles. Up close, she was afforded a very good view of how hard I worked on it. And as I climbed out, her eyes went right to my crotch. I know why. The feeling of her bare thigh beneath my palm had woken me up quite a bit. My cock had stiffened, and the Speedo was beginning to pull away from my body, affording her a nice side view of the tool that I carried around every day.

Her eyes were huge. She averted them after a moment. Not just harmless flirting after all. Suddenly it became a bit real for her.

Eventually Steve woke up from his floating nap, and was faced with a startling new reality. He found me and Courtney sitting on the lip of the tub, bottles in hand, letting the summer air dry us off.

“Everything alright?” Courtney asked, seeing the awkward way he shuffled.

“Holy shit, I’m going to be hurting tomorrow!” He declared drunkenly. His entire body was bright red.

“Did you put on sun screen?”

“N-no,” he admitted guiltily.

“Jesus Christ, Steve.” She sighed like she was lecturing a kid for the hundredth time. “You’re already as pale as a ghost. You have to be careful.”

He groaned. “I’m going to head home,” he shook my hand and thanked me for inviting him.

“I’ll be a few steps behind you,” Courtney said. “Just let me finish my drink and get changed.

Steve wandered home, like he’d soiled himself. He was afraid to move too much.

“Mind if I borrow your bedroom again?” Courtney asked.

I smiled. “Do you even have to ask?”

“Okay, stupid question,” she admitted.

Alone in my room, she removed her wet bathing suit, and tossed it over the shower curtain rod in the bathroom. The alcohol had loosened her up, and she wandered naked to the window that overlooked her bedroom. She could see Steve across the way, arriving home and inspecting his burn. She felt bad, because until now, she hadn’t given much thought to Steve’s pale ‘dad bod’ and its effect on her. Since she and Steve had gotten together, she had never considered herself as a sexual person. Sure, she enjoyed it when she had it, but it never excited her. And in her drunken state, staring out the window at her husband, she was beginning to make a few connections. Now that she had something to compare it to, Steve’s body was vastly different than mine. Muscles like the ones I boasted, she assumed only existed on movie stars and body builders— men that she’d never meet. Certainly not on men who would openly flirt with her and make themselves readily available to her. I was over twice her age, yes, but now something that she never thought she’d come close to, she could simply reach out and touch… and I’d be just fine with that.

Steve turned, and Courtney quick ducked out of view, suddenly realizing that she had been standing fully naked in front of the bedroom window. Not only could Steve have seen, but party goers in the back yard might have had a view of her! Oh god, had she been noticed? The heat was creeping up to her face, and she scrambled to collect her clothes. Her heart was pounding. But there was also a strange feeling in her core— excitement.

In her haste, Courtney tucked her bra and panties into her purse, and pulled her sundress on over her body. The sun had kissed her today, bronzing her skin instead of burning it. She was warm to the touch… but that could have also been the thrill.

She took a moment to compose herself, calming down slightly, and gave my bedroom one final inspection. The camera caught her attention again. There was no denying thrill she’d felt at the thought of me seeing her. She wondered if I really did chronicle my sexual escapades on camera, and found her gaze wandering to my TV and video player.

It was wrong. She knew it would be, but the image of my cock packed tightly into my bathing suit ticked her curiosity. What would she see if she hit power and pressed play? Would something pop up that satisfied her interest?

She glanced at the shut bedroom door, and decided ‘What the hell’. Before she lost her nerve, she flicked them on and pressed play, not expecting anything to actually appear on the screen.

To her shock, it did. And it was loud.

“Fuck me, Roy!” The bimbo on the screen declared. It was a video I’d taken only a week ago— a bottled blonde slut that was half my age was on her back, screaming in delight. And there was Courtney’s dear old smooth-talking neighbor. Only she barely recognized me. I was hovering over her, in profile, utterly slamming this floozy. My muscles bulged, my face was red, the veins in my neck and forehead were standing out. It was purely animalistic. My body was moving like a jackhammer, and my voice came out as a series of grunts and growls. “Argh argh argh argh!!” Over and over again. The bed shook violently, and her tits bounced and rolled with each thrust.

Her legs behind my back, she was screaming in pleasure. “Yesyesyesyes! Fuckkkkkk!!”

Courtney’s eyes popped. She had never seen sex so forceful and wild. It was like watching animals mate. Nothing like she was used to. And the entire time, my grunts came out rapid fire, like a caveman.

She gasped and switched off the TV after only a second, aware of how loud that had been. She turned in time to catch sight of me standing in the doorframe of the bedroom. The bewilderment and guilt at having gotten caught snooping was priceless. So was the sight of her nipples— free of her bra— pressing through the fabric of her dress. When she moved, there was a lot of extra jiggle to them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She said, her face was a million shades of red. “It was a total accident.”

I laughed and stepped into the room, still in just my Speedo. “An accident? I’ve never seen my TV just turn itself on.” I wasn’t offended, nor was I interrogating. I was the same as I always am. “Did you get curious? It’s okay if you did.”

She hesitated to answer, rubbing her hands nervously together in front of her waist. She had trouble meeting my eyes— caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Maybe a little. You’re definitely not built like Steve,” she said, then brought her hand up to her mouth, surprised that she had just blurted that out. “But I didn’t see anything!” She followed up by adding.

“And you were hoping to? That’s why you pressed play.”

“I was just curious,” she said, the alcohol giving her the courage to at least be honest.

I took this as my opportunity, and smiled at her. I hooked my fingers through my swim suit, pushing them down to my ankles and stepping out of it.

An audible gasp escaped her lips. There I was, totally naked in front of my neighbor. She was like a deer in headlights, regarding me.

“See?” I smiled. “It’s not a big deal.”

She let out a half gasp, half laugh. “Not a big deal? My aunt had horses that weren’t as big.” She remarked.

She wasn’t wrong. This life had gifted me with a lot of wonderful things. In this case, she was referring to my cock. Free from its tight spandex prison, it hung like a pendulum between my thighs. When it was aroused, the bulbous head would extend to my knee. And I’ve seen many of my rendezvous have difficulty completely encircling the shaft with their fingers. Even the most promiscuous of women find themselves shocked by the sight of my manhood. I can only imagine what this wholesome ray of innocence was thinking as she gazed upon it right now. All she could do was stare at it.

“Oh, it’s not that big,” I said proudly, strutting up to her and taking her hand before she could process her own actions. “Here, feel the weight,” and I thrust her hand against it.

Her eyes popped again. My cock swelled against her touch, and I noticed the way her fingers squeezed slightly.

“Roy… I—” she began.

I shushed her easily and began to move her hand up and down my length. At practically every inch, she gave it a squeeze. Her chest rising and falling quickly. There was nothing but shock and astonishment on her face.

My cock throbbed against her touch and she let out a gasp. “Oh my—”

My hand moved with hers, back and forth slowly. Still too caught up in her own shock to realize that she was basically jerking me off. Each throb made her cry out again. “Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Finally I released her hand and as I expected, she didn’t pull away. Her hand continued to explore, feeling every inch of my reproductive tool. She was coaxing it to life. It swelled, hard and thick, tilting slowly upward until it pointed at what it really wanted— her. I took her free hand and placed it on my hard abs, letting her feel my smooth hairless hard body.

Her fingers traced the lines of my definition. Her eyes stared down at my erect tool, and widened further as a big drop of precum formed on the head.

“Nothing about me is small,” I commented. And she slowly shook her head in agreement. She licked her bottom lip and bit it.

That was all the confirmation that I needed. I placed my hands on her shoulders and eased her to the floor. She went slowly, but willingly. The slightest tremble to her legs as she sank to her knees. She stared up at me like she was seeing a god. Her hand continued to pull slowly at my cock. The sight of her kneeling there drove me nuts. I wanted to grab her right there and take her for all she was worth. But I needed to ease her into it…

I let her stroke me slowly for several minutes. Her expression was in a alcohol and lust fueled trance. Her hand roamed from my solid abs, down to my big meaty balls. She hefted them gently, feeling the weight.

My hands still on her shoulders, went to those spaghetti straps of her sundress. I knew I needed to see her. I pushed the straps down her shoulders. She moved her hands off of my body to help me slip out of them. Then they returned to my shaft. Both hands on it now, they started to stroke me. I pushed her dress down down down, until her breasts were freed.

Ahhhh, I love women in their twenties. Her tits were full and perky. Not a hint of sag or age. Perfect round globes with full pink nipples. Those nipples were hard.

She glanced up at me, her eyes starry and nervous. I rested one of my hands on top of hers and tilted my cock up to her lips. She knew what to do. She parted her lips, opened her mouth slowly— as though she was asking my permission— then she let her tongue taste the throbbing head.

“Ohhhh good girl,” I hissed quietly.

She opened her mouth wider. I was about to push the throbbing aching head of my member past her lips, when suddenly a voice called from down the hall. “Hey Roy! Where do you keep your bottle openers?” A moment later, and one of the women from my party leaned into the room. “Oh… sorry. Am I interrupting?” One of my harem. The sight of Courtney with my cock to her mouth neither surprised her, nor upset her. An amused smile crossed her mouth.

She would have been cool with it. But for Courtney, the intrusion was enough to startle her from her sexual trance. “Oh my god! What am I doing?” Courtney jumped to her feet. This woman had known she and Steve were husband and wife— had spoken with both of them at the party. She was busted. God, what was she thinking???

Courtney fixed her dressed. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I need to go…” she blurted out. Her face bright red, her hand over her face from embarrassment as she ran.

I shot my friend a tired look of annoyance. “Really?” I asked.

My friend giggled. “Sorry.”

I sighed. “It’s fine.” After all, this was far from over…

***

That night was a frustrating one for Courtney. She was drunk, she was guilty, she was jostled, and she was sexually aroused— having not gotten any satisfaction.

She hated herself for what she had almost done. But when she asked herself what she’d really done, her thoughts kept coming back to me— my muscles, my casual approach to sex, my animal magnetism, and the giant cock that she’d had in her hands, that she’d guided into her mouth, that she’d been inches from allowing herself to be taken by.

Courtney watched Steve sleeping. He was on his back, unable to put a shirt over his sunburn. His skin was bright red. The more Courtney looked at him, the more he looked like a beached whale cooking in the sun. Regardless, one of her most biological urges hadn’t been satisfied today, and she needed it tonight more than she ever had. She had never before experienced the uncontrolled lust that she did tonight. She didn’t even think it was possible to need sex as badly as she did— always having viewed it previously like a chore.

She laid next to Steve in the bed, and tried to start things up with him— running her fingers curiously down the front of his shorts. But what she found was surprisingly unremarkable— chubby and flaccid. Her body was hungry, but that was not what it was hungry for. Regardless, it would have to do.

But Steve had groaned in his misery and insisted that he couldn’t tonight. The burn hurt too badly and he didn’t want to move. “Please,” she’d begged him. Her hand worked furiously against his cock, pulling and tugging, trying to make it hard. He was barely responding.

“I’m too drunk,” he groaned.

“Please… I need you to fuck me,” her voice came out a whisper. She barely talked like that. Her hand working faster, eager and desperate. “Get it hard,” she nearly snarled at him.

“Stop, you’re hurting me,” he whined, looking a bit afraid and out of it.

She took his hand, and started to rub it over the crotch of her panties. “Your wife needs you right now,” she gasped. Steve’s fingers hardly responded.

“Your husband needs sleep, and aloe,” he responded in a silly childlike voice that aggravated her.

“Just be a man and fuck me,” she nearly barked.

Steve’s eyes widened. He pulled his hand away, staring at Courtney cock-eyed, as though he didn’t recognize her. Her initial aggression melted to one of shame and apology. He looked genuinely hurt, but didn’t begin to know how to address this. That sort of outburst from her was something new.

“I’m sorry,” Courtney said softly. “I’m just drunk. Get some rest,” she gently put her hand on his shoulder. He hissed uncomfortably but eased back down, and within minutes had started to doze off.

Courtney watched him sleeping for a while. She still felt guilty, but the guilt melted into something else entirely— pity. But it wasn’t just pity for his predicament and her outburst. She felt like Steve was a pitiful creature and had always been. And the thing about pitiful creatures— they’re not a turn on. There was nothing self sufficient, or take charge about Steve, and there never would be. He would always need someone to take care of him… like a child. That would never change, no matter how much Courtney wished for it. In his current form, it wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t what satisfied her sexually… and right now, she was very sexually unsatisfied…

Courtney laid in bed beside her husband. She shut her eyes, and without realizing it, she began running her fingers over her body, thinking about the day— the awful thing that she’d come so close to doing.

When her hands found her wetness, she was startled by how ready she was. She bit her lip, gently touching between her legs, while her other hand roamed to her breasts. Her eyes wandered to the window.

My bedroom light was off. She couldn’t see what I was up to, but imagined I was in the throws of sex with some bimbo slut. She thought of the brief video tape she’d watched— the animalistic pounding I was giving to another woman. The grunts I’d made still fresh in her mind. And the way my massive cock had come alive under her touch. She had been the one to wake it up. After all the women I’d fucked, and was able to fuck, today’s erection had been her doing, and the thought made her writhe on the sheets. Her soft gasps escaping her lips.

She was soaked. But her fingers weren’t enough… she knew it, even as she moved them from her clit in order to plunge them inside of herself. She knew what pleasure they would bring her— what they were capable of. And it wasn’t nearly as heart pounding and exciting as her afternoon had been.

Frustrated, Courtney threw the blankets off of her and wandered to the window. She glanced out, but could see nothing within my house. The lights were off. In the backyard, the pool was lit in the soft ambience of accent lighting. The hot tub was humming softly, and the tropical tiki bulbs cast pastel colors throughout the yard.

If she could hear the hot tub running, maybe I was outside enjoying a nightcap.

With a pounding heart she hadn’t felt since her days of sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night as a kid, she tiptoed to the back door on shaking legs. Outside, the summer air had cooled off, and the grass was pleasant against her bare feet.

She wandered to the fence, and nervously peered over.

“Hi neighbor,” my pleasant voice greeted her. She flinched, caught instantly. I had been sitting in my hot tub, amused at the way her head had popped up like a gopher.

“Oh,” she startled. “H-hi Roy.”

“How’s the husband doing?” I asked, sipping pleasantly from the melting margarita in my hand.

She cringed for a second, as though I was taunting her about her previous infidelity.

“I mean, the sunburn.” I clarified.

“Oh… umm… he’s out of it.”

“Poor thing.” I shook my head, lounging back in the bubbling water with a pleasurable sigh.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing out, looking over your fence,” she said, self consciously.

“I have a few ideas,” I replied. “But for the sake of your conscience, let’s say that you wanted to apologize, clarify that you got caught up in the moment, and want to keep that whole thing between us.”

“Something like that,” she admitted, averting her eyes.

“If you want, you can join me and we’ll have a quick talk about it to absolve yourself of any guilt.” I offered.

“That might not be a good idea.” She said, being coy.

I knew she wouldn’t be peeking over my fence if she was only feeling guilty. “Courtney, I’m always going to make passes at beautiful women. I’m a guy who wants to enjoy his life without inhibitions, rules, or restrictions. That’s just how I am. I assure you that you’re not the first woman who let herself get swept up in the moment, then had a sudden case of guilt. If you want to go back inside and pretend that today never happened, I’ll gladly play along. But if you want to join me for a chat, and to help me finish off the margaritas that the guests didn’t drink… well I’d love the company.” I grinned.

I could see the conflict in her expression… and I loved it. I loved seeing her thirst to be uninhibited wrestling with her vows and wholesome image.

Finally she came to a decision and held up one finger. A gesture of ‘just a minute’. She went back into her house, and after a short while, I heard the gate to my back yard open and shut.

In the mood lighting of my little tropical oasis, the first thing I saw was leg and skin. She had changed into a bikini and though her face didn’t exude the confidence that it should have, the garment sure accentuated her body perfectly. It was a dark red bikini. The bottoms rode high on her hips— a little nod to the bikinis of the 1980s. Her long legs looked even longer now. Her top wasn’t especially revealing— designed like a sports bra— but with a little zipper between her breasts instead of plastic hooks or loops. It gave the outfit the smallest hints of rebelliousness, without being overly showy or sexual. Courtney’s attempts to break out of her shell. But her top could barely contain her full round tits, and the zipper looked like it wanted to work itself down, operating completely independently of the woman’s wishes. Her nipples pressed through the fabric from the cool night air. She had a towel draped over one shoulder.

I smiled at the sight of her. I knew why she had put it on. She was showing herself to me. She wanted me to look.

“I thought you couldn’t find your bathing suit, in all of your moving boxes,” I commented as she nervously glanced up at her bedroom window, then down at me.

“I bought it this summer,” she kept her voice low. “But it was a little too daring for me to actually wear… especially to a cookout where I didn’t know anyone. My plan was to only wear it if me and Steve went on vacation and had a pool or Jacuzzi to ourselves. Even then, I might just jump in and sink up to my neck.” She laughed nervously.

“You’re not doing that now, I noticed.” I said.

And of course came that little blush that I was growing used to.

“No, I’m not.” She admitted. And before that inner voice of reason told her not to, she turned in a small circle, letting me look at her all the way around. I was delighted to see it showed much more of her round ass cheeks than I would have guessed.

“Very nice, Courtney,” I nodded my head calmly. She looked unsure, and I added “I’d offer you fix you a drink… but I wasn’t expecting company at this hour. I’m not wearing a bathing suit.”

Her eyes widened. I only smiled. “It… it’s okay,” she found her voice. “I can serve myself.” She went over to the table of leftovers and poured herself one from the melting pitcher. I noticed her throw back a drink before refilling herself.

Then she joined me, splashing into the water and sinking up to her waist. She didn’t go much lower than that. Again, letting me see her, allowing herself to be on display to a man like me…

“For somebody as nervous as you act, you really have no problem coming back to the lion’s den.” I commented.

“Yeah, I guess.” She said with a faint guilty smile.

I reached out with my arm and brushed her hair from her face. Even tied back, a few strands of curls had gotten loose and hung beside her eye. I pushed them back and let my thumb trail down her cheek until I was running it across her lower lip.

“Because you’re curious about my lifestyle? Or you’re bored with your sex life?” I asked, and though my smile lingered, it was a very serious question, and she knew it.

“I- I don’t really know,” she admitted bashfully.

I eased my thumb along her lip and she opened her mouth ever-so-slightly. I slid my thumb into her mouth and she gently closed her lips around my finger, sucking softly on it. For a girl so shy, for once, her eyes stayed on mine as I moved my thumb in and out of her mouth slowly, simulating the act of fellatio she had been all too ready to perform on me earlier.

She sucked softly for a minute, letting her tongue dance on my skin. She started to make soft moaning sounds that stirred my cock into growing quickly.

“You’re here in the middle of the night in a bikini while you’re husband is asleep,” I said, urging my finger deeper in her mouth. “I think you do know.”

Her eyes shut for a guilty moment. Then she nodded her head.

“That’s what I thought.” It was all I needed to know. I scooted higher in the water until I planted my bare butt on the rim of the hot tub. I opened my legs and presented my manhood to her. Her eyes bulged at the sight. The glow of the underwater lights cast dancing patterns across my raging erection, that was nearly as thick and long as Courtney’s forearm.

She sucked in a deep breath— an inhaling gasp. She bit her lip and sank lower in the water, paddling toward me until she was face to face with my lap.

“Where were we?” I asked as I took a handful of her curly ponytail. This time, she didn’t hesitate. She parted her lips— needing to taste it, to taste my precum, to inhale my manly scent.

“Oh Courtney,” I moaned as the warmth of her lips enveloped my swollen head. “I think I’m going to enjoy having you as my neighbor,” I groaned.

She didn’t reply, just continued to peer up at me as her head started to bob. Her hands wrapped around my shaft as she fed herself. She didn’t have the expert skills at sucking me, like most of the women in my life… but that only made me enjoy it more. I had set out to corrupt something that wasn’t mine… and I was succeeding.

Courtney barely made a sound. She just slowly bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper each time she sank me into her warm mouth. I assume she was too nervous journeying across this new and dangerous threshold to do anything but listen to the sound of her own pounding heart. Her hands shook, but she had crossed the line and this time there was nobody around to interrupt. Her hands pulled at my shaft, milking me into her mouth. Her head pivoted and moved, going lower and lower. Her eyes darted little glances up at me, as if to ask ‘Am I doing a good job?’ before wandering back to my cock and focusing on the task at hand. She probably never wanted Steve’s sexual approval the way that she wanted mine. Steve was lucky to get anything from her. On the other hand, she was lucky if I looked twice at her.

Her mouth worked harder, her cheeks puckering in. Her head went lower each time, taking more and more of me into her willing mouth. There was no way she would physically be able to deep throat me. Many had tried and failed over the years. But she was determined to try, and I can’t blame her for that.

Several times, she came up coughing, only to throw her hands over her mouth and cast a worried glance up at her bedroom window, fearful that her husband might wake up and look out and see us.

I leaned back on my arms, enjoying the thrill of triumph. This committed young woman was in my hot tub less than 48 hours after meeting me, while her husband was upstairs, sound asleep. I glanced up at the bedroom window, knowing where her apprehensive eyes had traveled to. “Are you worried that he’ll look out and see us?” I let my voice drop to a whisper.

Her lips locked around the head of my dick, latching on. Her mouth made wet kissing sounds as she eagerly worked the tip, twisting her palms and stroking me. She could only bring herself to nod, unable to trust herself to speak right now.

“You’ve never been so wild before, have you?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I couldn’t stand her innocent act any longer. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upright until the water ran off of her body. She yelped from my sudden aggression— here was the animal from that video that she’d been provoking. Both of us stood in the water just below our hips now. “You’re playing with fire,” I told her and quickly spun her around so she was facing her new house— the one she’d happily moved into only yesterday with her young husband.

“Is that what you wanted?” I asked, grabbing her by the hips and driving my erect cock against the soft yielding flesh of her butt. “You saw a wild animal in that video today. And you came back because you wanted to see what he’d do to you, didn’t you?” I asked, my mouth to her ear. I sucked her earlobe and let her feel my teeth nibbling on her skin.

“Ngh,” she gasped out softly from my rough manhandling. Her body quivered in excitement. Finally she nodded her head. “Yes.” She panted back at me.

I gave her ass a wet slap. The sound went off like a gunshot in the quiet night that had fallen over our beautiful suburbia.

I felt her tense up. It sounded far to loud for her own ears. I grinned. “What’s wrong? Afraid your husband might wake up…” I slapped her ass again, harder this time. It made her gasp. “…and look out that window…” I slapped her again, earning a small pleasurable whimper, “… and see what you’re doing with the neighbor?”

She bit her lip. My hand fondled her firm wet ass. “You have a beautiful body, Courtney…” And to emphasize that, my other hand shot up quickly to her chest. I groped a handful of those big ripe tits.

“Mmmm…” she moaned nervously, melting into me, pushing her butt back against my crotch.

“Wonder what he’d think to see his wife giving that hot amazing body up to me.” I whispered, still biting her earlobe. I had moved both hands up to her chest now. Squeezing both tits over her top, mashing them together, seeking out her nipples and pinching. My hands expertly massaging her. Her legs trembled, going weak.

“He could look out here at any moment and he’d see all of this. A simple bad dream… or loud noise is all it would take. He’d wake up… notice his wife isn’t in bed. The window would be the first place he’d check.” I teased. “I wonder if he’d freak out. Storm out here and try to throw a punch in a fight he couldn’t possibly win…” I let my enormous biceps fold around her body. Both of us staring up at the window to her bedroom in anticipation. “Or if he’d be humiliated. Completely destroyed that you’re here in the arms of a man you barely know after years of the two you building a life together… knowing each other…”

Now my hands found the zipper on her top, and started to inch it down… not too fast. I wanted her to feel her breasts slowly coming free.

“Or… maybe… he wouldn’t do any of that. Maybe he’d just stand there and watch me take you… give him something to remember— the hottest sex you’ve ever had… and he wasn’t even a part of it.”

The zipper reached the bottom and unlatched. Her bikini top was pushed open by her tightly restrained chest. Her tits were warm and soft from the way the sun had kissed them earlier today. Her nipples hard. Her breasts breaking out in goose bumps as I ran my giant hands over her big naked tits. Her nipples pressed against my palms. I hefted and squeezed them.

She responded by reaching her hands behind her back, groping for my manhood. It was resting pleasantly between her ass cheeks, the head going up to the small of her back where it throbbed eagerly.

“How are you doing this to me?” She managed to find her voice, barely a whisper as her hands folded around my cock.

“Doing what?” I smiled, my hands cupping and supporting her tits, sliding between them, and back around to the sides.

“You know what. Fuck me Roy,” this time her voice turned to a plea, but she didn’t sound nervous or uncertain. Her mind was made up. “Please… take me…”

In one quick motion, I grasped her bottoms and yanked them down. She stepped out of them, and they disappeared into the bubbling water. Her ass was bare and inviting. Her pussy neatly shaved. I bent her forward. She braced, her arms on the edge of the tub.

I slapped her ass one last time, then I positioned my dick behind her. She naturally parted her legs.

“Tell me how badly you want it.” With one hand on my cock, I made sure she could feel its girth spreading her thighs. My other hand tangled its way into her hair, where I gripped her by the ponytail

She was panting now, the anticipation killing her. Any time she tried to glance back over her shoulder at me, I tightened my grip on her hair, steering her face back up to that bedroom window that she’d share with her husband.

“Please… this is torture. I need it so bad. I’m going crazy here,” she begged. “I want to feel it…”

I only lightly touched the head of my throbbing cock to her pussy. I could hear a sigh of desperation escape her lips. Her legs wobbled. “I’m not convinced,” I teased, “I want you to say it directly. Tell me that you want to cheat on him tonight. That a night of fleeting pleasure is more important to you right now than your own husband is.”

There was only a brief pause as she considered the gravity of my words, and what they meant. But she was too far gone, too turned on to let her conscience have any veto power now. The small fire that was her building excitement from the entire day would either grow into an inferno here and now, or it would be forever snuffed out.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said in a breathy throaty voice. “I-I want to break all of my vows right now. I’ll never be turned on like this again. I don’t want to cheat, but if I don’t I’ll regret it forever. You can have me… married or not, for as long as you want.”

“Good girl,” I said, running my hand down her back.

She must have thought I was going to take her right then and there in the tub. But I wanted a place with more privacy. We were going to get loud.

I scooped her up easily in my arms and climbed from the hot tub. She threw her arms around my neck as I carried her. “Oh!” She seemed surprised. “Where you are t—”

“To my bedroom,” I answered as the water cascaded off our naked bodies and rained on the deck. Part of me hoped Steve would wake up and look out the window. What he must think if he could see his naked muscular neighbor with a raging hardon as big as salami carrying his equally naked wife into his house, like a groom carrying a bride across the threshold.

“Okay,” was Courtney’s only words on the matter. Her warm body quivering in anticipation the whole way.

I tossed her lightly onto my bed.

She propped herself on her elbows, legs parted and body presented to me. There were no words. She only stared up at me, ready to give herself over to this new man… this conqueror with tan skin and bulging muscles, with charisma, an enormous phallus, and an animalistic affinity to mate with whoever I so choose.

She looked absolutely delicious, wet and wild, body glistening. The fear and the lust in her eyes. Steve might have been the first guy to put his dick in her, but I was going to be the first man to bring her real sexual pleasure. I mounted the bed, her body practically disappearing beneath my broad torso.

I spread her legs.

“Go slow, I’m scared,” she whispered when she felt the enormous weight and power press against the warm spot between her legs. She had seen the raw unrelenting way I’d fucked the girl in the video… and that both scared and intrigued her.

“I will at first,” I assured her. To my surprise, she threw her arms around my neck and began to kiss me. I pushed my hips and the head of my cock began to spread her open. Her pussy was soaked. Her tongue danced in my mouth as she tried to welcome me into her body. The fit was tight. With any new conquest, there’s always a brief moment where I fear I really won’t fit. But then our tongues intertwined. My hips pushed harder, her body opened more to me… and then I was sliding deeper. The head of my cock sinking into her, then inch after inch after glorious inch.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she was almost crying into my mouth. Her arms clutched me so tightly that we could barely breath. Her feet writhed on my sheets. I was grunting into her mouth as our tongues played and we kissed like drunken teens. Then my heavy balls came to rest against her inviting ass, my pelvis met hers and I could feel how very wet she was.

Our lips parted when I was fully inside of her, and we both caught our breath. There were tears in her eyes at the effort it had taken to accommodate my size. She was gazing up at me, starry eyed in disbelief. “Oh my god,” she gasp. “You’re so huge.”

I didn’t say a word. I took hold of her hands and began to move my hips, slowly at first. Her fingers laced through mine, gripping me until her knuckled turned white. The movements made her eyes flutter and roll back in her head.

“Ohhh. Ohhhh Roy! Ohhhh!” Her moans grew louder. She was no longer gasping and nervous. She was finding her voice, finding the animal within. I watched her transform from a meek and curious housewife to an uninhibited adulterous slut before my very eyes.

I grasped her by the hips, driving myself into her with renewed vigor. Her breasts jiggled and swayed. Her head was leaning back on my pillow, moaning louder and louder at the ceiling.

“Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh!” The bed shook. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” She started to say.

“Who do you belong to tonight?” I grunted, my voice turning to a snarl, becoming less of a man and more of beast now.

“You!” She cried out. Her hands released mine, shooting up to the pillow on either side of her head and holding on tightly. “You! Fuck me… harder… harder! Treat me one of your sluts in your videos!” She cried out.

My tempo increased. My hips moving with one single minded goal— my body turning into a relentless fuck machine that wasn’t going to stop for a very long time.

Courtney didn’t know what to do. She had never experienced pleasure quite like this. Her hands darted to my neck, then ran down my back. I could feel her nails scratching all the way down. Her legs folded upward, her feet in the air, her knees by my hips as she accepted my manhood into her.

My cock stuffed her over and over, a blur of motion squeezing in and out of her body, soaked in her juices. The bed began to make the usual sounds that it sings when I’m sharing it with a woman. The rhythmic squeak. The dull relentless thumping as it hits my wall over and over again.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Roy!” Courtney was louder than I ever imagined she could get. Her back arched. Her eyes were rolling wildly. Her head thrown back, and her curly hair was wild and wet on the bed beneath us. Every muscle in my body had been sculpted for this. I could sustain the same relentless rhythm for marathon periods of time.

Courtney writhed and squirmed and squeezed and scratched beneath my pistoning body. “Ohhhhh ROY!” She screamed and bit down on my shoulder. Her body quivered and her pussy contracted around my cock, practically trapping and squeezing the life out of me— though I didn’t mind. She was climaxing. I could go for a long time, but she didn’t have the practice of frequent sustained fuck sessions like I did. She was orgasming harder than she ever had. And still I kept going. My thrusts not slowing, only building speed.