Neighborhood Encounter: Chapter 4

Hey folks, just a quick Sunday night post here. Sharing the final copy of Neighborhood Encounters 4! I'm really enjoying writing Burt and Clara is oh so fun to write as she slips down a path without realizing it.

Oh and look for the final Toxic Attraction 31 tomorrow!

Have a great Sunday!

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The cool morning air felt energizing on Clara’s skin. The thick forest around her was still dark, and the sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon. She knew running at this time wasn’t the safest choice, not on the roads where visibility was poor and in a forest where possums or other more threatening creatures were around.

But her body craved this workout. She hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after what had happened with Burt the night before in their swimming pool. Clara picked up her pace, putting the thoughts out of her head. She just wanted to run. It relaxed her. Helped her clear her mind. She could just focus on her breathing. On putting one foot in front of the other. Set her pace and stick to it. Rinse and repeat.

She followed the path out into a break in the forest. This was the part of the path that ran alongside the nearby trailer park. Even though she wanted to keep her mind clear, her eyes wandered towards the small row of trailers. Some looked cute, with decorated lawns and little fences. While others looked entirely derelict.

Clara’s feet pounded the asphalt as two bright lights ahead broke her from her thoughts. They were headlights. Music blared from open windows. Clara squinted as the large truck swung quickly onto the lawn of one of the less-maintained trailers. What kind of asshole drives through the streets with their music so loud, this early?

The music abruptly cut off, and a scrawny man with a paunch jumped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. Clara immediately recognized him as the person she had seen in Burt’s driveway. Her opinion of the man was lowering by the second as her eyes ran over his features. He was clad only in a pair of dirty jeans and an equally dirty and faded baseball cap with the Ford logo on it. He had been driving barefoot, and his oddly proportioned torso exposed the weathered skin of his chest and the protrusion of his small beer belly. He took a swig from a can of beer that he apparently kept in the truck.

The shirtless man gave Clara the creeps. Especially the way he just stood there, openly leering at her as she ran past. Clara averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t noticed him ogling her. Suddenly, she felt appallingly underdressed. Her pink sports bra and black sheer running shorts left a lot of her bare skin open for this man to gaze at. Clara picked up her speed, and relief suddenly washed over her as the path wound back into the forest, veering away from the trailer park.

She didn’t like the way that man leered at her. She liked it even less that she had accepted it and had felt the need to speed up and mess with her ideal pace. As a woman, she shouldn’t have just accepted that lewd behavior. Society had conditioned her to ignore unwanted male advances, and yet again, she had fallen back into those old, regressive, bad habits. Not that she wanted a confrontation, it was just a familiar pattern she didn’t think women should ever default to. She cursed herself for the lapse in her judgment.

That wasn’t how she wanted to be. It went against everything she’d worked for both professionally and personally. Clara pushed her body to try to get more distance between herself and the motley trailer park. Jogging her mind clear as she inhaled the clean Michigan morning air. She had to admit, running here was much more refreshing than back home in San Francisco.

Clara sprinted until she’d exited the forest again, this time running alongside the familiar road back home. She glanced at Burt’s hovel with its overgrown bushes and the piles of refuse scattered about his property. It was such a deliberate eyesore. There was no way they would’ve purchased this house if they’d known this was going to be their neighbor. Lesson learned: Never buy a house based on just a Zoom tour.

Her mind drifted back to that night, a few days ago, in the swimming pool with Burt. The way he had cornered her in her own pool. The way he’d touched her and stripped her of her top. Clara still couldn’t believe that she’d touched him. Stroked him. Put her mouth on him. Tasted him. She suppressed a shudder at the vile thoughts. Her stomach sank and she almost felt the bile rising in her throat at the way his cock had exploded and painted her face and torso with his disgusting cum. She could almost feel the nasty warmth blasting across her skin.

But the worst part of that night was how horny it had made her afterwards. She should have been appalled at being degraded like that. Clara had never allowed Adam to cum on her skin before. That was something women only did in hardcore porn. It was humiliating, yet for some unknown reason, it had gotten to her. No, no, that wasn’t it at all. It was knowing that Adam was watching and getting off on it. That’s what it was. Of course. It couldn’t be from that miscreant Burt or what he’d done. He’d just been very lucky and in the right place at the right time while Clara was amped up doing something for her husband’s enjoyment.

Still, afterwards, Clara had needed relief from being so incredibly turned on. She could have messed around with Adam, but she’d been too mortified in that instant. Instead, she went into the shower and touched herself. Touched herself while thinking about….

The muffled rumble of a garage door opening caught Clara’s attention. Her eyes looked around the street. It was Burt’s garage door slowly rising. Clara was only in front of the burned-out house next to her own... She picked up speed, running as fast as she could towards her home.

Clara had been avoiding any interaction with Burt since that peculiar night. Running into him now, alone, in the dark, seemed like a horrible idea. She couldn’t bear to see the knowing look on his face, considering what had occurred between them. Not when he was someone like that.

The dirty garage door continued to rumble and rise. Clara cut across her lawn and took the front steps two at a time as she scrambled to get her keys out of her running shorts. She turned the bolt mechanism and pushed the door open just as the sounds of the garage door motor ceased.

Clara closed the door behind her quickly, breathing hard. She imagined him standing there, in his garage, staring at her newly closed door, amused. His face was a match of the one he wore that night. Looking down at her with that stupid smug look after spraying her with his gross cum. Her looking up at this caveman, covered in his backwards cretin seed.

***

Adam couldn’t concentrate. He’d only applied to three jobs this morning, but he told himself that it wasn’t entirely his fault. There weren’t a ton of openings around Grand Rapids that interested him or would utilize his specific skill set. So, he was looking at remote jobs; there did seem to be one promising position working for Michigan’s Department of Energy.

The sound of an engine backfiring caught his attention. Adam looked out the window at the two greasy men working on a truck next door. “Working” was being generous. Burt and the other guy were drinking beer with some ’80s rock music blaring out of a nearby speaker.

He tried to ignore them, but he couldn’t help it. His mind kept drifting to watching his wife put her hands and… her mouth on Burt. The scene in the pool constantly plagued his thoughts. It didn’t help that Clara had been ice cold in the bedroom since the events of that night. Even though Adam had relieved himself several times, once as Clara lay sleeping next to him, his mind was awash with lust at the memory. Seeing his strong, independent, educated, liberal wife let someone who was proud of not finishing high school touch her. Let alone the fact that she had stroked and sucked on his cock until it showered her with cum.

Jealousy and arousal coursed through Adam’s veins and made his head swim. Burt had done something with his wife that Adam never had. In the entire course of their relationship, Clara had never allowed Adam to cum on her face and breasts like that, or at all for that matter. But Burt hadn’t even asked. He just did what he wanted. Came where he wanted.

Adam thought he knew how much that night had fucked with Clara’s head. He was certain she would never indulge Adam’s fantasy like that again. She probably wouldn’t be game for a long time. But he still couldn’t stop thinking about it. He tried to focus on the application form in front of him, but his mind kept focusing on the music and laughter of the rough men next door. And on the sky blue water of his pool in the dark.

***

“The lawn looks like it’s getting really long,” Clara said as she downed a glass of water in the kitchen. Adam sat at the counter, finishing up a Sudoku in pencil. He looked up at her thoughtfully and smiled.

“You know,” Adam leaned back, “I’ve never mown a lawn before. Have you? We always lived in the city, so I’ve never done it. I don’t even think my dad has ever mowed a lawn.”

“No,” Clara shook her head, “I haven’t either. But I’m sure we can figure it out. How hard could it be? There is an old lawn mower in the shed, I think.”

“There is, I saw it too. I’ll take care of it this morning. At least it’ll be something new to try,” Adam said, gauging his words deliberately. Clara either didn’t notice or decided not to take the bait.

“What else do you want to do today?” Adam finally asked.

“Well, there’s some reporting I need to get done, so I was hoping to do that,” Clara said.

“On a Saturday?” Adam said.

“What I’m doing, well, what we’re doing hasn’t been done before,” Clara said, taking another sip of her ice-cold water, “And the university is much more…conservative than I initially expected. It seems they received funding from the state, but needed a project to utilize it for, so here I am. Still, they just won’t let me spend their money without a bit of oversight, as annoying as that is.”

“You’ll figure it out. You always do,” Adam smiled encouragingly.

Clara reached out and grasped her husband’s hand, “I know. But just knowing you’re here to unwaveringly support me means a lot. It means the world to me that you picked up your life and followed me across the country.”

Adam wanted to push something here but thought better of it, “It’s our life, Clara. We’re doing this together. I can’t wait to see what you build and where our life goes next.”

“Me too,” Clara smiled back warmly, “Hopefully that path leads back West.”

“We’ll get back there eventually,” Adam squeezed her hand, “You just need to prove to the world what a kickass genius you are first. Then people back home will be lining up to give you more money.”

“I like the sound of that,” Clara leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Adam’s lips.

An hour later, Adam and Clara stared down at the old Toro lawn mower. Adam had pulled it out of the shed where the previous owner had left a lot of gardening crap. It was old and beat up, but Adam hoped it could still run. He knew there was probably some maintenance these things required, but he had no clue what that might be.

“I think you just pull that cord thing, and it’s supposed to start up,” Clara said, “Like in the movies.”

“Yeah, probably,” Adam said, inspecting the levers near the thing’s handle. One lever had a picture of a turtle at one end and a rabbit at the other. Almost certainly the speed. Adam knew enough that he was sure he needed this thing to be in its version of neutral before he could start it. He made sure the lever was pulled back to where the turtle was and then gave the cord a pull.

Some sound emerged from the engine, but it didn’t start. Adam pulled it harder this time, and he heard the engine start, but it didn’t turn over. He tried it another time with the same result. Clara tried pulling it, and it still didn’t start. Adam tried again, this time harder, but it still didn’t catch.

They both looked down at it with their hands on their hips.

“Engine messin’ up?” A deep voice said, catching them both off guard. Adam looked up and saw Burt standing a few feet away with an amused look on his face. The taller, burly man was curiously looking them and their mower over. His dark gaze lingered knowingly on Clara, a smile teasing his lips before he turned to regard Adam.

Burt was wearing his customary stained overalls with his conspicuously bare torso underneath. The skin on his arms and shoulders looked sun-damaged, and his long grey hair looked as greasy as ever. He hadn’t shaved in days, so there was a ton of stubble growing around his handlebar mustache.

“Yeah,” Adam started, feeling the immediate tension coming off Clara. She stood there awkwardly, almost looking past Burt, not wanting to engage him in conversation.

“I found it in the back of the shed. It probably doesn’t run anymore, but I wanted to give it a try. I was looking up new mowers at Home Depot, but they charge $75 to ship it. I’ll probably go pick up a new one this week.” Adam added.

Burt stepped forward and squatted down, examining the mower. “Yeah? Y'plannin' on gettin' another Toro?”

“I was thinking about one of the electric brands,” Adam said.

Burt chuckled under his breath, "Those electric ones ain't worth a damn. Battery don't last worth a lick, and hell, they're a fire waitin' to happen. You oughta stick with a Toro. Got a good engine, good warranty, and hell, you know someone who can fix 'em right up for ya."

“We want an electric one,” Clara said, finally meeting the man’s eyes. He held her gaze for a few seconds until she looked away. Burt grinned slightly, suppressing a full smile.

"Well, reckon whatever floats yer boat," Burt shrugged, still crouched. He twisted a cap off the mower and then another, inspecting it. "Well, your gas looks good. So's the oil. Should fire right up, no trouble."

“Thanks,” Adam said tentatively, not wanting to piss off Clara by being too nice to Burt. “But it wouldn’t start. There might be something else wrong with it.”

Burt looked up at Adam with a playful smile. He deliberately shifted his gaze to Clara, like he wanted Adam to see him eyeing up his wife. Then he returned his attention to the lawn mower in front of him. He ran his hands across the motor and up near the controls, "Ain't nothin' wrong with her." His dirty fingers poked and prodded at the dead machine. There was a large red rubber button near the gas cap. Burt’s thumb passed over this button a few times, pushing its flexible surface inwards.

He looked up at them, "You can do everythin' right, but it still won’t fire up. Ain’t nobody’s fault. Sometimes, it just takes that special kinda touch to get her runnin’."

It was clear to Adam that Burt wasn’t talking about the lawn mower any longer. The burly man stood up, firmly gripped the cord’s handle, and gave it a powerful pull. Immediately, the engine roared to life after the sharp bang of a backfire. Clara visibly flinched, and a large black plume of smoke coughed out of the old Toro’s exhaust before clearing up.

“Well, I’ll leave you two boys to play with your toys,” Clara yelled loudly over the engine, walking towards the front door. Burt’s head turned, and his eyes stayed glued to her form until she disappeared inside. He looked back at Adam with a smirk on his face.

Adam wasn’t sure how to respond to this older man, openly ogling his wife in front of him. It was disrespectful to both of them, and he was so blatant about it, almost goading him to comment. Adam decided to just play it off like he hadn’t noticed.

“Uh, thanks for the help with this,” Adam said, choosing his words carefully and deliberately. Expressly not using the female pronoun to describe the mower as Burt had.

Burt cocked an eyebrow at Adam, his features amused, "You let me know if ya need a hand with her, ya hear?" He gestured to the mower. "If she don’t fire up for ya, I'd be more than happy to mess around with her and get her goin' again."

Burt turned on his heel and walked back across Adam’s lawn towards his own property, filled to the brim with old cars and other things that belonged in a junkyard. Adam looked up at his own house, hoping to catch Clara in one of the windows, but he didn’t see her. It looked like he was going to be cutting the lawn himself.

He chuckled to himself, despite Clara being adamant that they should be proactive in avoiding traditional male and female roles in their relationship; she was apparently happy leaving this chore to him. As Adam began to push the mower across his lawn, he couldn’t stop thinking about the innuendo in Burt’s words. He’d clearly told him that he wanted to mess around with Clara again, and now the ball was in Adam’s court.

Adam tried to focus on cutting the lawn, not wanting a tent to form in his pants. He doubted Clara would go for something like that, but the idea of their rough, unkempt neighbor touching Clara’s body was making him lightheaded. He kept his eyes down, focused on making neat lines with the mower, not wanting to look at the pool and let his mind go back to that night.

After an hour or so of cutting both the front and back lawns, Adam headed inside, ready to talk with Clara. He found her in the kitchen, parked at the counter with her laptop in front of her. She was immersed in whatever she was looking a,t but smiled at him warmly when he came inside.

“All done,” Adam said.

“Thank you,” Clara said, “My big, strong man. You looked sexy out there pushing that thing around.”

“Oh really?” Adam said, sidling up next to her, “How sexy?”

Clara smiled at him and patted him on the arm, “You’ll be even sexier once you’ve had a shower.”

Adam laughed. The sun had been out, blazing down on him the whole time. He was sweating, and it felt like a layer of grassy grime over his skin. Clara had a thing about personal hygiene, so he expected nothing less.

“And we need to get a new lawn mower,” Clara said decisively. “I don’t want to poison ourselves with that one. And we should get one that we can turn on without needing any help.”

Adam felt a ding to his pride at that. Even though she used the word ‘we’, she really meant him. It was emasculating that Burt had simply come over to their lawn and got the mower going in one pull just like that. But his comments had implied he could do so much more.

Hesitantly, Adam broached the subject, “Sure. We can pick one up this week. Though Burt did say if we had any more trouble with her, he’d be happy to play around with her and get her running.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” Clara said, turning back on her laptop, “I didn’t realize our lawn mower had a vagina.”

“Just a month or two in Michigan and already my wife is assigning gender based on genitalia? I never thought I’d see the day,” Adam teased.

Clara rolled her eyes and looked at him, “You know what I mean. I don’t think Burt was really talking about the lawn mower.”

“Oh, he surely wasn’t,” Adam said.

Clara exhaled in exasperation and turned towards Adam as he stood there. Softly, she said, “Adam, I am all for doing things together for us. But the other night was definitely a mistake. The more I think about it, the more I can’t believe that was me. Burt is gross, both physically and especially his politics and how he looks at me. I think we should keep our distance from now on.”

“That makes sense,” Adam said, again sliding up next to her, putting an arm on her back. Standing this way made it easier for her not to see the disappointment on his face. “We’ll keep to ourselves from now on.”

“Good,” Clara smiled, rolling her shoulders and pulling away from him, “I love you, but you stink. Why don’t you shower, and then I’ll come up and show how appreciative I am of my big, strong mower man?”

“Mhmm, that sounds good to me,” Adam kissed her on her temple and headed upstairs. As he passed his office, he saw movement out the window. Burt was taking down the tattered American flag that was affixed next to his front door. He replaced it with a yellow flag that had a coiled snake in the center. Adam stared at his rough neighbor for a few seconds before heading into the shower in their ensuite. He couldn’t dislodge the mental image of that simple man putting his hands on his sophisticated, sexy wife.

***

Casper cracked another beer and took a long draw. Nothing like a cold beer on a hot as fuck day. He stretched in his fold-out chair, extending his arms up as high as they could go, feet up on the back tailgate of his Uncle’s truck.

Uncle Burt was somewhere inside getting their latest shipment. That moonshine Casper had brewed up was like to burn the hair off your chest. He might not have done well in school, but he sure knew how to work a still and make some shine. It was a heck of a lot better than hauling trucks or being stuffed up in an office somewhere. Casper was his own boss and could do whatever the fuck he wanted to.

Casper took another pull of his beer and scrolled through his phone looking on Tinder for some of that nearby ass that needed slammin. None of the stuck-up girls from the city ever matched with him. He’d have to try his hand at The Pit later on.

The front door of Burt’s neighbor’s house closed, and a wide grin spread onto Casper’s face. That hot new specimen from California was decked out in her usual sexy running gear. Around here, women wore more clothing than that to bed, but he sure didn’t want to complain about the woman’s fashion choices. She looked delicious in that purple sports bra and tiny running shorts. Casper’s eyes ran over her exposed flesh, drinking in the intoxicating sight of her.

She looked in his direction. Those piercing blue eyes met his for a split second before she pretended she hadn’t noticed him. She turned and ran out onto the pathway. Casper swiped out of Tinder and pulled up his camera, zooming in and quickly snapping pics of the young wife.

They were blurry as all hell, but maybe he could rub one out to ‘em later. If he could save a bit from this next shipment of shine and skipped buying some more chew, then maybe he could pick up some trail cameras and set em up in the forest. Then he’d get some usable footage.

Or better yet, he’d just have to creep on up to the treeline next time she was in the pool and snap some real good ones for himself.

“Careful,” His uncle’s gruff voice said from behind him. Casper looked over his shoulder. His towering uncle was carrying a wooden case full of moonshine bottles.

“Whatcha mean?” Casper smirked, turning back and watching the young wife run into the forest, "I’m just appreciatin' the local wildlife."

“That one’s a firecracker,” Burt said, putting the crate down on the tailgate next to Casper’s feet. "And her husband's always up at that window peepin'. He’s probably caught you snappin' pics."

“Oh, hell,” Capser said, setting his phone down and glancing up at the house. He scanned the windows, but from his angle, he couldn’t see anything.

“Don’t worry. I got him handled,” Burt chuckled in a low voice, “Now get off your ass and get to the basement and grab the next crate. I ain’t loadin' all of 'em by myself."

Casper rolled his eyes and headed inside to the basement. They spent the next ten minutes grabbing crates and hauling them to the back of the truck. When they were finished, both hopped in and started driving towards The Pit. A local spot where only locals went. The owner bought their product under the table and watered it down for the bars’ drinks.

“What’d ya mean before?” Casper said from the passenger seat, still watching the road. The window was down, and his arm dangled out the side. He took a sip of his beer before finishing it and chucking the empty can out the window. “When you said you had the husband handled.”

Burt smirked but stayed silent for a couple of minutes, "Let’s just say I took a dip in their pool the other night... and I sure as hell wasn’t alone."

"Shit. Ain't no way," Casper said, looking at his uncle. "They let ya swim with 'em?"

“Nope. Just her. Name's Clara,” Burt chuckled, "She puts on a strong front, but I'll break her down. Just like any ole mare."

“Shit, yeah right,” Casper said, "If her husband’s always watchin’, he’s gonna have somethin’ to say ‘bout that."

“Like I said, I got him handled,” Burt said, “He don’t know it, but he’s gonna do whatever I tell em to do.”

“Like let you fuck his old lady?” Casper shook his head.

“Soon enough,” Burt said, staring out the windshield.

“Bullshit,” Casper said, his mind thinking. There wasn’t no way a man with a woman as fine as that would let her anywhere near Burt. There wasn’t any kind of way. Not unless he was into it. Was that guy fucked in the head and into that shit? “He some kind of cuck or something?”

Burt didn’t answer; he just smiled.

<i>Well shit </i>

That changes things. Maybe Casper could get his dick wet next time Clara ran by his trailer.

"Leave her be," Burt said. "I don’t need you messin' up what I’m workin' on."

"I ain't gonna mess nothin' up," Casper said. "Besides, don’t you think she’d rather have someone closer to her own age?"

"You young bucks think you got all the answers, but you don’t know a damn thing," Burt said. "You just stay in your lane and let the master work, you hear me? I ain't fuckin' around with this. I gotta break 'em in, and if you try somethin', you’re gonna screw it all up."

“Whatever,” Casper said dismissively.

“Promise me, nephew. You stay away. I mean it. At least for now,” Burt demanded. The truck hit a small pothole in the road, and Casper heard the bottles in the bed of the truck clinking together. He stuck his head out the window, looking for any police.

“Promise me,” Burt repeated again.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say, old man," Casper grumbled, turning away from his uncle to watch the landscape pass by.

***

“Thanks for dropping me off,” Clara smiled from the passenger seat of their Tesla. She leaned over to Adam and gave him a soft kiss.

“Happy to. It’s cool seeing where you work now,” Adam said, looking out at the academic buildings. His eyes couldn’t help but scan over his wife’s features. While he loved her piercing blue eyes, it was her platinum blonde hair that was his favorite feature. Alongside her Swedish facial features, everything about her face was just perfection. But that body. Her breasts and her amazing ass competed for his next favorite thing about her. He could easily just stare at her all day. Even her professional attire failed to conceal how she exuded sexiness. The tight, silk button-up top with collars, tucked into her black dress pants, still hugged her body in ways that would capture any male's attention. Hell, most women noticed as well.

“What?” Clara asked.

“Nothing just thinking how many horny guys on campus are going to be drooling over you,” Adam teased.

“Your mind is always in the gutter. This is my husband, ladies and gentlemen,” Clara shook her head, but a small smile teased the corners of her lips.

Adam reached over and squeezed her thigh. “You love it.”

“I do,” Clara said, flashing him her trademark sexy smolder. Her smile widened as he felt his eyes go wide. She had been playing with him. Clara opened the door and stepped out. She bent over at the waist to look down into the car. They both knew that her ass was on display for any passersby. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, you can have me when I get home.”

“Fuck yes,” Adam beamed, “Wait, aren’t I picking you up?”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll Uber home. I’m not sure when I’ll be done today,” Clara sighed.

“Are you sure? It’s no problem,” Adam said, “I don’t mind picking up a sexy woman like you.”

“You really want it that bad, huh?” Clara bit her lip and stared at him. Again, Adam faltered under her gaze, making her smile. “I’ll be fine,” Clara said, stepping back. “Thanks again for driving me, I love you.”

“I love you too, Clara,” Adam said. Clara gently closed the door and began walking towards the university building. She looked over her shoulder and waved at him coquettishly before disappearing inside. Adam couldn’t wait until she got home and he could strip her and throw her onto their bed.

Adam turned out of the University’s parking lot and drove several minutes down a country road until he pulled into the shopping center with the Home Depot. Inside, he grabbed a flatbed cart, put the box for a new electric lawn mower on it, and checked out. When he got back to his car, the large mower box wouldn’t fit in the Tesla’s small trunk. And he couldn’t push it into the backseat either. Maybe he could open the box and take it all apar,t but that seemed like a great way to lose critical parts on a brand new mower.

He sighed and headed back in to talk to a sales associate.

“I can hold it here for you,” the portly woman said, “Or we can deliver it tomorrow. It’ll be $75. We have vans for rent if you want to do that too. Or if you know someone with a truck, you could always ask them.”

None of these options were great. The mower had already set them back hundreds of precious dollars. While they still had money, both Clara and Adam were spending it like they’d been used to in San Francisco. When they both had paying jobs. They needed to be more cautious. Even Clara’s default plan to take an Uber was going to be an unneeded expense. He’d love to have a friend help him pick this thing up, but Adam hadn’t made any new friends yet, and he didn’t know anyone with a truck.

That… that actually wasn’t true. Now that he thought about it for a minute, he did know someone who owned a truck.

***

Burt was knuckle deep, his fingers buried in the engine of the dirt bike, when he caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye. Without turning fully towards it, he glanced up at the mirror in the corner of his garage and saw someone walking up his driveway.

Burt casually slid open one of the drawers in the case in front of him and placed his hand on the well-oiled .45. Just as he was about to grip it and wheel around, the man spoke.

“Hey, Burt, it’s me, Adam. Your new neighbor from next door?” Adam sounded unsure. Was that a fucking question or a statement? Everybody’s always so concerned with offending people these days. Burt let go of the gun and slid the door back shut. He then took his time, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands off before turning around.

“Adam,” Burt said quickly, sizing the man up, “What can I do for ya?”

“I was hoping you could help me out with a favor,” Adam said, his eyes darting around the garage, taking in the tools and other paraphernalia Burt had up on the walls and shelves. Burt purposefully crossed the garage to meet Adam, who was still standing just outside the door. Adam was dressed like every sheltered office worker Burt had ever seen. The outfit that said

‘<i>I never learned how to be a man</i>’.

"Well, what's the favor? I ain't promising nothin'." <i>Unless you want me to slide my cock into that wife of yours.</i>

“I went to pick up a new lawn mower at Home Depot, but the box wouldn’t fit in our Tesla. I was hoping I could borrow your truck for an hour or so. You’d really be doing me a solid if I could.” Adam said, while looking him right in the eyes. Burt appreciated that the man held his gaze and didn’t seem to falter. Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless.

<i>Borrow my truck? Fuck off.</i> “Nobody drives my truck but me,” Burt grunted. He was fixin’ to turn back to the dirtbike, but then a better idea hit him. “Gimme a minute.”

Burt went inside and grabbed a black t-shirt that had been on the floor. He gave it a sniff, shrugge,d and pulled it onto himself over his overalls. Adam was waiting in the garage when Burt returned. He had stepped inside and was looking at the calendar on the wall that featured a couple of wanton naked girls looking at the camera. It had the SIG Sauer logo in the upper left corner.

"Like what ya see?" Burt asked.

“Uh, not really my thing,” Adam replied.

"Let’s go," Burt said, moving past Adam to the door of his truck.

“Go? Together? Right now?” Adam asked, moving to the passenger side.

"Ain't no time like the present," Burt muttered, pulling the door shut behind him and firing up the ignition. Adam grabbed the post handle and hauled himself up into the truck. Before Adam could even get his seatbelt on, the truck roared out of the driveway.

"Here," Burt said, tossing Adam his phone. "Put your number in it."

“Sure,” Adam said, taking the device and entering his cell number.

"Next time, you call me," Burt said, keeping his eyes on the road. "I almost blew your head off. Ain’t too smart sneakin' up on someone round here."

“I wasn’t sneaking, I was just walking up,” Adam said.

"You sure do got a lot to learn," Burt said. "When you step onto someone’s property, you best holler. People don’t take kindly to trespassers. Good way to get shot."

“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind,” Adam said. They didn’t talk much for the rest of the drive. Burt could tell Adam felt awkward. Probably because of the silence and the shit that went down the other night. But Burt didn’t really give a shit how this city dweller felt.

Burt pulled into the Home Depot parking lot and found a close parking spot. He drove his truck horizontally across four spots near the door and parked it. Adam gave him a confused look. "Well, we gettin' this mower or not?" Burt said.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Adam said, hopping down from the vehicle. A couple of minutes later, they had the mower loaded and secured in the bed of the truck. Burt’s truck spat black exhaust as they took off back towards their street. Once there, Burt backed into Adam’s driveway, and the two men unloaded the mower and placed it in the garage.

“Thanks, Burt,” Adam said, holding out his hand, “I appreciate your help.”

"Ya know," Burt said, grabbin' Adam’s hand, his fingers entirely swallowing the young man's. He shook it firmly. "I’d sure appreciate a nice cold beer for my trouble."

He could see the momentary discomfort flash on Adam’s face, which made him smile inwardly. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Come on in. We can have a beer out back.”

Burt followed Adam inside the house, quietly appraising his surroundings. His eyes scanned the family pictures on a table. His eyes caught the modern furniture, and how aggressively clean their home was. He chuckled as he followed Adam into the spotless kitchen. <i>These two would probably have a heart attack walking through my place.</i> He hadn’t spotted many tools in the garage either. He figured Adam wasn’t a handy guy in the least. Home maintenance would be tough on the two of them. Ol’ Burt was gonna have to help them out.

“Here,” Adam said, holding out a bottle to Burt. He took it and examined the label. It read ‘Stella Artois.’

"You don’t got no American beer?" Burt said, looking at it with disdain. Still, a beer was a beer. And he wasn’t going to pass up a free cold one. Burt held the top of the bottle up to the marble counter and slammed open the bottle with his other hand. He saw Adam cringe.

Burt took a pull from the bottle. It wasn’t bad. He wouldn’t buy it, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t drink it.

“No, uh, not right now. This is what I’ve been drinking lately,” Adam said. “What do you usually drink?”

“Bud,” Burt said, still looking around the room. Everything was neat and had its own place. It looked like he was in a model home, not a place people actually lived. He wondered what the upstairs looked like. He’d get to know up there soon enough.

“I’ll pick some up then. Come on,” Adam said, opening the back patio door, “It’s a beautiful day out, let’s drink out back.”

Burt followed him out onto the back concrete patio. Adam took a seat at the patio table, but Burt stayed standing, looking at the pool. He turned his gaze to Adam, “Back to the scene of the crime, huh?”

Adam just sat there, silent. Looking like he didn’t know how to respond. Burt sighed and plopped down in a chair across from him, "That was quite the night. You get a good view from up there?"

Burt motioned to the window where Adam had been standing, watching him with Clara. Adam followed his gaze before turning back to him.

“It was alright,” Adam said more quietly than he’d intended to.

Burt took stock of the man sitting across from him. Trying to read him. He knew Adam had probably done well in the city. That was his environment. But out here in the country, this was Burt’s. And Burt had done enough reading over the past couple of days to know all about these cuckold guys who liked seeing their own woman fuck someone else. But Burt needed to know what kind of guy he was dealing with.

"Just alright?" Burt said. "Is that somethin' you and the missus do often?"

“N-no. It’s never happened before,” Adam replied.

“So you what, like, seeing your wife mess around with other guys? Or is she the one calling the shots with it? You one of those guys that like putting your cock in a cage and doing that gay shit?” Burt asked.

“What? No! Fuck man. No, I’m not into that,” Adam said. Burt just took a sip of his beer and stared at Adam, watching him squirm. “I mean, no to the cages and the…other stuff you mentioned.”

"But you did like seein' Clara with me? Right?" Burt asked.

“I don’t know, man. It was a wild night. Things kind of got out of hand,” Adam grabbed his beer and took a long sip. Burt noted how much was left in the bottle.

“Your little lady enjoyed herself,” Burt said absently, purposely diverting his gaze from Adam. He looked over the treeline, pretending to find it more interesting than this conversation.

“What do you mean?” Adam asked, leaning forward. <i>Like a rabbit stepping into a snare.</i>

Burt didn’t reply at first. He drank back the rest of the bottle and put it firmly on the table between them. “Let’s have another and I’ll tell ya.”

Adam looked hard at Burt. It was almost like he was sizing him up, too. Adam downed the rest of his beer in one long pull and headed back inside.

"Bring out the whole pack," Burt said as Adam reached the door. Adam didn’t respond, but a few seconds later, he was heading back towards Burt, six-pack in hand.

***

Six empty beer bottles sat on the table between them, alongside a few more cans and a jug of something Burt had grabbed from his house. Once the six pack was done, Burt had insisted on going back home and bringing his own brew. It was the least he could do, Burt explained, after drinking all of Adam’s beer.

And Adam was feeling great. He wasn’t used to drinking this much, but the buzz had him in its grip with his new buddy from next door. So far, Adam had just stuck to the beers, unsure of what was in that jug.

“Last time was a one-time thing,” Adam said to Burt, “It won’t happen again.”

“If ya say so,” Burt replied.

“What does that mean?” Adam asked.

Burt pursed his lips and then sighed. He grabbed the jug and poured two tumblers halfway up.

“What is that?” Adam asked.

"Moonshine. Recipe's been in the family for generations," Burt said. "Take a swig."

Adam hesitantly raised the glass to his lips and took a quick sip. <i>Holy fuck that’s strong.</i>

“It’ll put hair on your chest,” Burt chuckled and took a swig of his own. Adam took another tentative taste but felt like he could get wasted just smelling the stuff. "And you sure Clara don’t wanna round two with ol’ Burt?"

“She doesn’t. Believe me,” Adam said.

"I don't know that I agree," Burt said, eyeing Adam with a grin.

“I’m her husband, Burt. We talked about it. I know,” Adam smiled happily and took another sip. Burt just watched him stoically from across the table.

"And I was there. I know what I saw, and what I heard," Burt leaned forward, a sly look in his eyes. "She wants it again. Matter of fact, I bet that’s all she’s been thinkin’ 'bout lately."

“Bullshit,” Adam rolled his eyes, “You are the last thing on her mind, man.”

“Maybe. Ah, you’re probably right, but do me a favor. Look me in the eyes right now,” Burt said. Adam locked eyes with the older man. “Now tell me honestly that you don’t think Clara has thought once about my cock once since that night.”

Adam blinked. He had no way of knowing the answer to that. That event had been a rare occurrence that was still a vivid memory. It was certainly all Adam could think about. Clara wouldn’t talk about it, but the question before him was if she’d thought about it. He honestly had no idea.

Burt just chuckled and leaned back in his chair, taking another sip from his glass, “I told ya.”

“That, that doesn’t mean anything. She could’ve thought about it and regretted it,” Adam tried waving him off, “It doesn’t mean she wants it to happen again.”

“I don’t think you had the best angle up at that window,” Burt shrugged, “You couldn’t hear the way she was moaning around my cock. The effort she put in. How much she wanted it.”

Adam couldn’t think of a response. Had she really been moaning that badly?

“What about you?” Burt said, levelling his gaze at Adam, “You want it to happen again?”

“It really doesn’t matter what I want,” Adam said, “Clara and I are a couple. Partners. We decide and do things like this together.”

Burt started laughing. He leaned forward and laughed, his eyes squeezed shut in mirth for a solid minute before he calmed down enough to speak, “You need to man up, Adam. A man and a woman can’t be partners. That’s just the liberal propaganda talking. Women want a man to be in charge. To dominate. They want to belong and take care of us. That’s just how it is. How it’s always been.”

“Well, maybe that’s how things are around here,” Adam patiently corrected Burt, “But that isn’t how it is in the rest of the world. This isn’t the twentieth century anymore. Have you considered that you may be stuck in the past, Burt?”

“Yeah, maybe so. But that don’t change the fact that Clara liked it. She liked how forceful I was. She can say whatever she wants, but I know it. The way she moaned around my cock, moaned when I blasted her and covered her in my cum too. She fucking loved it. I think you know it too.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Adam said, but a specter of doubt was creeping in. Had Clara really enjoyed it? She had showered immediately after and had given him the cold shoulder for the rest of the night. When they had talked about it later, she shut it down or reiterated how much she didn’t like Burt. Was that all talk to display her guilt and hide her true feelings?

“I guess we’ll just have to ask her when she comes home, then,” Burt said.

“You aren’t staying. You’ll be gone before then,” Adam said. He grabbed his phone to check the time and saw a missed text from Clara. It read:

C: Coming home early. In the Uber now.

He double-checked the timestamp. She had sent it almost thirty minutes ago.

“Be right back,” Adam said. He got up from the table and quickly headed inside the house. Just as he entered, he heard the sound of the front door closing.

***

Clara sighed in relief, shutting the front door behind her. She put her purse down on the floor and stretched out her back. It was sore from work all day, and she hadn’t been able to get comfortable in the Uber. Unfortunately, that was probably going to be the last time she took an Uber here. She didn’t mind the driver’s clumsy attempts at flirting, but he took his eyes off the road too many times, trying to take covert glances at her in the rearview.

The real problem was that when she opened the app, all of the cars available in this area were gas-powered. It wasn’t like in San Francisco, where almost every other car was a Tesla. Even just from an economic perspective, it made more sense to be a ride-share driver with an electric vehicle rather than a combustion engine. Still, Clara would vote with her wallet. She didn’t want to support or subsidize those types of vehicles. From now on, she would drive herself or have Adam pick her up.

Clara smiled as Adam came towards her from the kitchen, “It’s good to be home. My back is killing me. Way too much time in front of my computer today. I can’t wait to get into the hot tub.”

Adam stepped up and gave her a kiss, but she could see he had an anxious smile on his face. Clara looked him over, her eyes narrowing. She could taste the beer and something else on his lips, “What about you? How was your day? Did you get the new lawn mower?”

“Yup,” Adam said, “Though there was one problem. It wouldn’t fit in the car.”

“Oh? So what did you do?” Clara asked.

“Well,” Adam started, “I asked Burt if I could borrow his truck to pick it up. He ended up driving me there.”

“And?” Clara asked, knowing there was more that Adam was slow to say. He swayed slightly as he stood here. How much had he had to drink?

“And I invited Burt for a beer as a thank you. Well, he invited himself,” Adam said, “He’s out back still.”

“He’s here?” Clara said. All she wanted to do was get in the hot tub with a glass of wine and relax. But she couldn’t do that with Burt hanging around. Not after what’d happened. “What about keeping our distance, remember?

“I know, I know,” Adam said, raising his open hands in front of him, “But we needed that lawn mower. I just meant to borrow his truck, but he wouldn’t let me drive it. So here we are.”

“Here we are,” Clara said, shaking her head, “I’m going to go upstairs and change. Can you get rid of him, now?”

“Yeah, I will, baby,” Adam slightly slurred, “I lost track of time. Didn’t know you were on your way home.”

“Okay. It’s fine,” Clara said, “I just want to relax. I can’t do that with him here.”

“I know. I know. I’ll handle it,” Adam said, turning back toward the kitchen. “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.”

Clara playfully rolled her eyes before walking up to him and kissing him, “I love you, too. Now get rid of him. I want to jump in that hot tub and then maybe after I can repay you for driving me to work and getting our new mower.”

A stupid smile spread onto Adam’s face as she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs. She didn’t hear his footsteps, so he was probably rooted in place watching her ass. At the top, Clara headed towards the bedroom to get changed.

She debated just getting in the shower and letting the hot water hit her back, but the hot tub was what she really wanted. She could always shower after the tub, but didn’t want to switch her preferred order around. Once she was showered, she wanted to get into some comfy pajamas and relax downstairs with Adam. Then it would be time to take him into the bedroom and have her way with him.

***

The goal was not to get drunk. The goal was to push his neighbor’s boundaries. Burt watched the house for movement and then dumped the moonshine in his glass into a plant behind him. It would probably kill it, but oh well.

He knew the moonshine had a kick to it. It crept up on you. Before you knew it, you were blacked out drunk. But he didn’t think Adam’d had enough of it yet. Besides, Burt didn’t want the guy getting too drunk and drowning in the pool. That would only raise questions and bring Burt unwanted attention.

Sure, he knew the local sheriff and could probably smooth it over, but it was still another thing he didn’t want to have to deal with.

Adam opened the back patio door and walked towards him. Burt could read the plain change in expression on Adam’s face. Resolve. Now that Clara was home, he was getting ready to kick Burt out. But that ain’t how this was gonna go down.

As Adam opened his mouth to speak, Burt promptly cut him off, “Say, did your wife ever tell you about what she said in the pool that night?”

Adam froze, standing over Burt. The sun was already getting low. It was doing that earlier and earlier lately. He knew he had just short-circuited that young man’s brain for a second. Before he had time to gather himself Burt continued, “I asked her if she’d ever had a cock like mine before. A real cock.”

Adam just stared at Burt. He swayed slightly, and Burt suppressed a smile. Burt took a sip of the open beer in front of him, waiting for Adam to say something. When he did, Burt knew that he had him.

“What d-did she say?” Adam whispered. He looked over his shoulder, up towards one of the second-story windows. Burt knew it wasn’t their bedroom, but he suspected that Clara might be spying on them.

“Well, it may not be my place to say this but your wife just stared at my cock for a good minute. Stroking it. It looked like she was infatuated with it,” Burt sai,d slowly leaning back, interlacing his hands across his wide stomach.

“I could tell in that moment what she was wonderin’,” Burt said.

“What was she wondering about?” Adam asked.

“How it would feel inside of her. Wonderin’ what it’d be like to ride it,” Burt said.

“No way,” Adam said softly.

“She’s a firecracker. We both know that. I could see it in her eyes. I know that look. I bet we both know it, don’t we?” Burt said.

Adam didn’t say anything, so Burt continued to pile on the pressure, “Then she looked up at the window where you was standing and whispered ‘no’ to me. No, she ain’t never had a real cock like mine.”

“She, she said that?” Adam whispered, looking like he was both turned on and surprised to see a new side to his wife.

“That’s how I know she’s been thinking about it. That look she gave. My cock is burned into her mind and she can’t get it out now,” Burt said, “Where is she anyway?”

“Upstairs,” Adam said, “Getting changed.”

“She joinin’ us?” Burt asked.

“No,” Adam said, “We, uh, I think it’s time for you to head back to your place.”

“How was the view from the window?” Burt asked, “Was it good? I bet it kind of sucked. What if you had an up-close and personal view the next time? You could hear all the shit she says, the noises she makes. We could do it right now. Right here...”

“I think that –”

“Just picture it, her suckin’ mouth wrapped around my cock. Worshipping it. While you watch from that lounge chair over there. It’d be a better view than you got.”

“She’s never going to go for that,” Adam said.

“Why don’t you leave that to me, young man? I know what I’m doing.” Burt said.

Adam shook his head, “She isn’t like that. She won’t just do whatever you want.”

“She’s a woman,” Burt shrugged, “I know what I’m doing. They might all be special little snowflakes but Ol’ Burt knows how to make that snowflake wet and melt. Just leave it to me. Why don’t you head back upstairs and try getting her engine running while I wait down here?”

“Burt, I have to insist. It’s time we were alone. Clara’s had a long day and just wants to relax in the hot tub.”

“At least tell me you aren’t thinking about it,” Burt said, looking into Adam’s eyes. The young man looked away.

“Burt,” Adam said.

“Fine,” Burt said, “Just know that I’m trying to do this for your benefit. I’ll go.”

Burt got up and started walking back towards his house, trying to stick close to the brick wall so he’d be out of view of the upstairs windows. As he got to the corner, he looked back and saw Adam at the patio door, pulling it open. Burt gave him a wave and disappeared around the corner. When he heard the door shut, he counted to thirty. That was probably how long it’d take for Adam to walk from the kitchen to the front stairs.

Then Burt walked back around the corner to the hot tub. He opened it, turned it on, and stripped down.

***

Clara knew that tonight she and Adam were going to have sex. The sun was already getting low, and she probably wouldn’t even have time to slip into her pajamas before Adam’s resistance ran out. She wanted to tease him. Work him up.

That’s why she had slipped on the skimpy white little bikini. She was standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She loved the high waist on the bikini bottoms, how they sat high on her hip before diving back down over her ass. The top had some padding so you couldn’t see her nipples through the material. The cups hid a lot of her breasts but made sure her generous cleavage looked mouth-watering.

She knew Adam would be helpless to resist her. She smiled as she heard Adam’s footsteps on the stairs. Their country bumpkin neighbor was likely gone and Adam’s jaw was going to drop when he saw her.

“Damn,” Adam said leaning against the doorway. His eyes were wide like saucers. He couldn’t help himself. On unsteady feet, he quickly closed the distance between them. His hands were on her body, pulling her to him. His lips found that spot on her neck that sent shivers all over her body. She moaned at this touch, pressing her offered neck against his lips.

Her knees felt weak, and she could feel the heat coming off her sex. Adam’s hard dick pressed into her ass. He was already so hard for her. Maybe she should just lie on the bed and let him take her right now?

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Adam breathed into her ear. His warm breathing caused goosebumps to rise on her neck. “That bikini is amazing.”

She turned towards him, gently holding his chin in one hand. She planted a soft kiss on his lips, “Just wait until you see it get all wet.” Clara stepped out of his grasp and headed for the door. She pushed her ass out and looked over her shoulder at him seductively. Teasing him was so much fun.

“Let's jump in the hot tub first, stud, and see where the night takes us,” Clara grabbed two towels from the hallway closet. Adam was right behind her as she descended the stairs.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” Clara eyes him.

He smiled, “I don’t need one today.”

“Naughty boy,” Clara bit her lip and walked into the kitchen. Adam grabbed a handful of Clara’s supple ass making her jump and squeal. She hurried her steps, and Adam chased after her. Clara threw open the patio doors and jogged towards the hot tub, her breasts bouncing as she ran away from her pursuing husband.

Clara stopped dead in her tracks. Burt was already there, having made himself comfortable in her hot tub. There was an unknown jug next to him alongside a few cans of beer. The jets were on full blast, and the water was roiling.

“Damn. The bikini is something else, Clara. Adam, I brought the booze over,” Burt waved to them, his eyes scanning Clara’s body. A predatory smile appeared on his face, making Clara feel like a deer finding itself alone with a wolf.

Clara looked over her shoulder at Adam, who stopped a few feet behind her. His face looked shocked but excited.

“Burt, I thought that – “

“Aw, sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t get a chance to swing back ‘round fer more beer. Appreciate y’all lettin’ me join in though. Ain’t every day ya find folks as friendly as you folks, reckon I’m lucky to have neighbors like y’all.” Burt’s eyes were on Clara’s ass as she turned back to regard him. She caught him looking, and he smiled sheepishly.

“Burt,” Clara glared at him. This wasn’t what she had wanted. “I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is relax in my hot tub.”

“Ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ ya, sweetheart, Go on if you’re fixin’ to,” Burt said, taking a long swig of his beer.

Clara felt her blood begin to boil. She hated those condescending pet nicknames men gave women. They implied familiarity that hadn’t been earned. She wasn’t some secretary from the 1960s. Clara was the damn CEO of her own company that was going to change the world. She wouldn’t be intimated and pushed around by this asshole. Not on her own property.

Clara levelled her gaze at Burt and stepped down into the hot tub, putting the dry towels down on the concrete next to her.

“Water’s nice,” Burt said with a grin.

“It is,” Clara said as she settled into the water across from Burt. She made sure to sink down low enough so that her ample breasts weren’t floating above the water for him to leer at.

“Uh,” Adam said from behind her. She looked back at him, and he seemed frozen in place, half turned to the house, trying to figure out what to do.

“Adam, what’s wrong? Get in,” Clara said.

“I, uh, I didn’t bring my trunks,” Adam said, gesturing to the house. Clara froze. The idea of Adam going back into the house and leaving her alone with Burt again. Just like the other night. Was this something the two of them had cooked up before she got home? She didn’t think Adam would do that to her, especially after she’d made her feelings clear. But men could be dumb sometimes, especially when it came to sex.

“Don’t be shy now, boy,” Burt chuckled. “Ain’t nothin’ special hangin’ off you. Hell, I’ll even shut my eyes if it’ll make ya feel better.”

Burt held a hand up to his eyes and turned away from them. Adam hesitated but shuffled out of his clothes, stark naked, and joined them in the hot tub. When Burt turned back to the couple, there was an awkward silence. Now that they were all in the hot tub, it seemed that neither Clara nor Adam knew what to do with themselves. She had risen to Burt’s challenge, but a part of her thought that perhaps she had walked right into his waiting hands.

“Beer?” Burt said to Clara.

“No thanks,” Clara said. He offered one to Adam, who hesitantly took it.

“So,” Burt said, a grin playin’ on his face, “Clara, you have yourself a long one at work? What all went down?”

“Nothing exciting,” Clara said, feeling awkward being the only one without a drink in her hand. There was a bottle of red merlot on the counter that she wished she’d grabbed. “I spent a lot of time on Zoom calls, speaking with the grant and science teams at the main University of Michigan campus. Walking them through the work I’m planning on doing.”

“Zoom calls,” Burt chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Adam asked.

“Ain’t nothin’, just... world’s gone strange is all,” Burt said with a shrug. “Folks starin’ at screens all day like that’s real work. Me? I’d rather be doin’ somethin’ worth a damn—somethin’ with my hands. Like we used to, back in the good ol’ days.”

Adam turned to Clara, “Are they giving you a hard time? At work, I mean.”

“They were supposed to give us the grant money to fund our company outright, but now they want to dole it out in installments as we reach different milestones. Each time we d,o I’ll have to pitch and present our progress to them to unlock the next round of funding,” Clara said.

“That’s annoying,” Adam added, “Kind of like they swept the rug out from under you.”

“That’s the way the world works,” Clara said.

“See, that right there is bullshit,” Burt said pointing at her with his beer can, “You shake on somethin’, that’s a done deal. Sounds like a bunch of Indian givers.”

“Burt,” Clara said, “That’s offensive, you can’t just say –”

“You’re damn right it’s offensive,” Burt cut in. “Ain’t nothin’ lower than breakin’ your word. Hell, you want me to go down there and knock some sense into ‘em?”

“That, uh, won’t be necessary,” Clara said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “But thank you. For the offer.”

He nodded back at her and raised his beer can in a mock salute. “So,” Burt continued, “what is it you do anyhow? Or, hell, what’s that company of yours even do?”

“It’s complicated,” Clara said, “But essentially we take basalt, which is –”

“Them rocks come from lava, don’t they?” Burt said.

“Yes,” Clara said slowly, surprised that a country bumpkin like Burt knew that.

He smiled at her expression, “I ain’t just some pretty face, now. Go on, keep talkin’.”

She nodded, “So we plan on grinding up the basalt and working with farmers to spread it across their fields. When it rains, the rain reacts with the basalt, converting the CO2 in the air into something called bicarbonate, which acts as a nutrient to the soil. Eventually, it all ends up in rivers and eventually the ocean, where that CO2 will be locked away forever.”

“Seems simple enough,” Burt said, nodding, “You’re pretty much sellin’ them farmers some kinda fertilizer with a fancy environmental label on it.

“That’s a bit reductive and minimizes the environmental impact, but yeah, you’ve got it,” Clara said.

“How many farmers are you workin’ with?” Burt asked.

“None yet. We’ll have to build relationships from the ground up. The University doesn’t have an agriculture department, so they don’t have any readily available connections,” Clara said.

“You just say the word. I know a whole mess o’ farmers ’round here,” Burt said.

Clara suddenly felt like she was at the most fucked up networking event of her life. In a bikini in front of a cretin like Burt instead of at a conference, glad-handing with knowledgeable people who wanted to leverage each other and find mutually beneficial outcomes.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind,” Clara said. She moved to the side, putting one of the hot tub’s jets against the middle of her back. The huge relief was felt instantly, but she immediately regretted having moved when a soft moan escaped her lips, “Mhmmm.”

Her eyes opened to see Burt staring at her with a knowing smirk. Adam seemed surprised at the sound and looked unsure how to react.

“What?” Clara glared at Burt, who seemed not to notice.

“Ain’t nothin’—just like hearin’ that sound. Sounds like sweet music to me,” Burt said. He leaned over and grabbed the strange jug, and poured a clear liquid out into one of the glasses next to the hot tub.

“What’s that?” Clara asked.

“It’s – “ Adam started before Burt cut him off.

“It ain’t for little ladies like you, sweetheart. ’Cept if you wanna grow hair on your chest,” Burt chuckled.

“It’s moonshine,” Adam said.

“Moonshine? Like the stuff hillbillies make in the woods? Is that even legal?” Clara asked, taking a jab at Burt.

“Hey now, some o’ them hillbillies mighta been my grandparents. Or cousins. Hell, maybe even my sister—who knows, maybe all three!” Burt chuckled and shot the moonshine back into his throat, “You know how it is in our hillbilly families.”

Clara smiled at the joke. At least he didn’t take himself too seriously. But she still didn’t like that he just dismissed her outright because of her sex.

“I want to try it,” Clara said.

“Don’t reckon so,” Burt said as he poured himself another.

“Clara, that stuff is really strong,” Adam said.

Clara looked at her husband sternly. Was he agreeing with the neanderthal across from them?

“Burt, pour me a glass,” Clara said.

“Wait, let me get you the wine we have on the counter,” Adam said rising from the hottub, he reached for a towel to cover up his dick but Clara had seen it as it emerged out of the water. At the same time, Burt poured some moonshine into a glass. He could have reached across the hot tub to hand it to her, but instead he made a show of standing up as he finished pouring it before turning to her, his large cock and balls dangling at Clara’s eyes level.

Time stood still for a second. Clara’s hands remained under water as Burt’ cock just hung there. Adam was frozen in place, looking at Burt’s nakedness while gripping the towel around himself. Clara couldn’t help but compare both of their dicks in that moment. She knew it was a natural, human brain function to compare, categorize, and file things into boxes. Adam’s dick and Burt’s cock would not be filed into the same box. And those two boxes wouldn’t be filed anywhere near each other.

“Thank you,” Clara reached out and took the glass. Thankfully, Burt slunk back into his seat. His massive frame caused a small wave to rock the water, splashing her. Adam still stood there, taking in the scene.

“Adam,” Burt said, looking up at her husband, “You gonna go get her some wine? Might help wash that moonshine taste outta her mouth.”

Adam looked at his wife for reassurance. That she would be okay by herself. Clara nodded to him and raised the glass to her lips. The moonshine had a surprisingly sweet smell. She took a sip, and it burned harshly going down her throat.

“Jesus, this stuff is strong,” Clara suppressed a cough. Burt’s face looked amused, and Clara felt a strong urge to punch it.

“Told you,” Adam said before stepping out of the hot tub and quickly walking towards the house.

As the patio door shut behind her husband, Burt said, “Well, this here seems familiar.”

“What do you mean?” Clara asked, fully aware of what the man meant.

Your man’s inside. It’s just you and me out here in the water,” Burt said, eyeing her.

“Adam will be back in a second,” Clara said.

“Maybe so. Or maybe he’ll just mosey on up to that window again, see what’s happenin’,” Burt said with a grin.

Clara sat up so that her breasts rose above the water, immediately catching Burt’s attention. She leaned forward, putting them on display for her neighbor. She held out the empty glass of moonshine in front of her, “Nothing is going to happen here, Burt.”

Burt shook his head, seeming to enjoy this. He grabbed the jug of moonshine and topped her up, “Well, your husband is going to be disappointed then.”

“Oh?” Clara said, sitting back and taking another sip of the burning alcohol. She felt its smoldering warmth all the way down her throat before it settled in her stomach. It felt like she’d swallowed a fireball.

“He sure enjoyed the show we put on last time,” Burt said.

“Oh really? And how do you know that?” Clara asked.

Well, he didn’t come marchin’ down here tryin’ to deck me, while my cock was in your mouth,” Burt chuckled, “Today he said as much.”

“Did he? And what else did my husband say?” Clara asked.

The patio door opened, and Adam shuffled out with a glass of wine and the bottle of merlot. Burt said in a low whisper, “Says he wants another look—closer up this time. More personal, like.”

Clara stared daggers at Burt but didn’t respond. He gazed back intently, his eyes didn’t even dart down to her floating breasts. The way he looked at Clara unnerved her. Clara broke eye contact first as Adam approached. She regretted it instantly and took another gulp of the moonshine. It burned going down, and she felt its warmth settle into her stomach.

She should have been able to hold his gaze. She’d stared down other men in boardrooms before without flinching. Why did she now? Maybe it was the moonshine, or maybe it was the setting. Or maybe it was the intimate nature of Burt’s words. Whatever it was, she had inadvertently broken eye contact giving this hillbilly a win over her.

Burt hid a shit eating grin that made Clara’s skin crawl as he took another gulp of his moonshine. He leaned back into the hot tub, extending both arms out over the sides like he owned the place. Clara’s nose scrunched up at the man’s unsightly armpit hair. How had she allowed a man like this to invade her backyard and put her into this cat-and-mouse game?

“Here,” Adam slid in beside her, handing her a glass of red wine. She set the moonshine down and took it, giving her husband a grateful smile. Burt’s words came back to her. Had Adam really told this man, this stranger, that he wanted to see her with him like that again? She wanted to ask Adam, but didn’t want to do it in front of Burt. It would give him an inside peek at their marriage, something she didn’t want to reveal to him.

It was essential to present a united front and not allow their neighbor to perceive any issues.

Adam got back into the hot tub, strategically holding his towel as he lowered himself into the water. He was being careful not to expose his nakedness to their neighbor again. Had Adam seen Burt’s cock earlier too?

“What did I miss?” Adam asked as he sat back into the hot tub. He had a beer in his hand and didn’t waste any time before taking a sip of it.

“Nothing,” Clara said.

“Yep,” Burt swirled the moonshine around in his glass, “Nuthin’ just reminscin’ ‘bout our chat earlier and that other night in the pool.”

Adam gave her a look that was hard to read. Was that guilt? Had he really said that to Burt? Telling their neighbor he wanted to see her touch him again? Or was he wondering why she’d be talking about the other night privately with Burt when her husband wasn’t around?

She wanted to ask him which it was, but didn’t know how to do it in front of Burt. “Everything okay?” She finally asked.

Adam looked between her and Burt before answering, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Clara said, sipping her wine.

Burt chuckled under his breath, “Damn fine.”

And just like that, the air was thick with tension. The night suddenly felt a lot warmer, and Clara shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She tried to ignore Burt’s predatory gaze from across the hot tub, opting to focus on the wine in front of her. Warmth spread throughout her body, and she felt lighter than normal. The moonshine might already be going to her head.

Adam swallowed and kept looking between them. Clara was pretending Burt didn’t exist and Burt was very much solely focusing on Clara.

“Burt?” Adam asked. Burt didn’t look at her husband. Slowly, like a wolf hunting its prey, Burt moved into the middle of the hot tub.

“Burt,” Adam said again, “I think you should go back to your seat.”

“I’m just getting comfortable,” Burt said as he bobbed in the water, “Ain’t neighborly to make a guest uncomfortable, now is it?”

“You seemed plenty comfortable over there,” Clara said, finally looking up at him. She tried to hold his gaze again, but just couldn’t when that stupid smirk spread onto his face. She hated his stupid face.

“Right over here looks like it’d be more comfy,” Burt said, moving to the open space between Clara and Adam.

“Burt –” Adam started.

The neighbor looked at her husband, “Don’t forget what we talked about earlier, youngin.”

Adam’s response was to look like a deer in the headlights.

“What exactly did you two talk about?” Clara asked, crossing her arms.

“Aw, just some guy talk,” Burt said quickly, cutting Adam off. “We was just jawin’ back and forth ’bout a little debate, that’s all.”

“A debate,” Clara said, looking at Adam.

“Honestly, I don’t even remember everything we talked about. That moonshine is way too strong,” Adam said, shifting subtly in his seat, moving away from Burt.

“Well, I do,” Burt said, looking at his glass before taking another sip, “Been drinkin’ this stuff since I was knee-high, so I’m used to it. Hell, maybe you can help us settle this here debate once and for all.”

Clara eyed Burt suspiciously, then looked at her husband. “What was the question?”

“Well, Adam,” Burt said, nodding at her husband, “We was just figurin’ if that other night’s crossed your mind any since.”

Burt was turned to face her, almost completely turned away from Adam. His hand moved to the side of the hot tub behind her. She held her ground, not wanting to give Burt an inch.

“Sure I have,” Clara said, getting ready to twist the knife, “I’ve thought about how cold the water must have been for all the shrinkage you experienced.”

“Ha!” Burt hollered, slapping the water on the way to his knee. He looked over his shoulder at Adam, “Told you she was a firecracker.”

“‘She is right here,” Clara said. Burt gulped down the last of his moonshine and set the glass down on the deck. His hand lingered behind Clara’s neck. She felt a single one of his fingers stroke the back of it. Her skin crawled, and she tried to think up a way to halt this man in his tracks.

Before she could, Burt spoke, “Actually, that ain’t what we was wonderin’”

“What?” Clara asked, confused, “What do you mean?” She looked over at Adam for clarity.

“We was just wonderin’ if that cock of mine’s still on your mind since that night.,” Burt said, letting the words hang in the air, each syllable dripping with sex.

Clara felt her jaw drop as she stared at the brute next to her. It was such a bold question – so forward and crass. Her mind flashed back to her time in the shower after their previous encounter.

“See,” Burt said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. A second finger began stroking the small hairs at the base of her neck. “Adam said you hadn’t. But I know he was just bullshittin’. Saw the way you looked at it. Told him you probably couldn’t get it outta your mind.”

“So what is it?” Burt said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, You thought ’bout it or you didn’t?”

Clara suddenly felt very warm and out of breath. Her head spun. She looked at Adam, who seemed frozen there, watching with rapt attention for her answer. When she looked back at Burt, he was sitting closer, his face too close to hers. His fingers were dancing on the back of her neck, and his other hand was gently caressing her knee.

“I…,” Clara started, her eyes darting back and forth between her husband and their asshole neighbor, “I mean, I-it may have, um, unintentionally popped up.”

Adam let out a breath, and a guttural groan escaped Burt’s lips. He bit his bottom lip and flicked it out at her, “I’ma tell you a secret. It’s poppin’ up right now too.”

Then the hand that had been stroking her knee, deftly grabbed her free hand and pulled it down to his cock under the water. The sudden movement generated a wave that rippled towards Adam. Burt’s thick shaft pressed into her open palm, feeling impossibly large. Burt grinned and closed her fingers around it, her thumb and middle finger could barely graze each other’s tips.

Clara gasped at the sudden move. She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind swirled with revulsion, a conviction to stand up to Burt, but also the knowledge that her body was responding positively to his crude advances. Before she could speak, Burt’s fingers on the back of her neck pulled her head forward.

Clara felt her body slide out of her place in the hot tub. She glanced towards Adam to see his reaction, to confirm that this was really happening. Burt had other ideas. He pulled her body towards his and unceremoniously planted his fat, filthy lips onto hers. She could taste the moonshine and cheap beer on him. Being this close, she could smell him too. The water in the sauna did nothing to hide his heavy, pervading musk of sweat, motor oil, and something else. Something base that was just out of her ability to process, tickling her nostrils and sending a strange signal to her brain and elsewhere.

“Mhmmpfff,” Clara protested as he wrapped his other hand around her back and pulled her against him. Her white bikini-clad chest pressed up against Burt’s thick, hairy torso. He pulled her body tight against his large frame, and she felt his aged but sturdy musculature beneath the layers of accumulated fat.

Her meager protest fell on deaf ears. Clara’s arm was pinned between Burt’s body and the side of the hot tub; she couldn’t reach up and push him off – she did the only thing her moonshine-addled mind could think of at that moment. She tried to squeeze her other hand into a crushing fist – the one wrapped around Burt’s cock.

She expected him to push away from her angrily. Inside she felt the coarse hairs on his face pressing against her cheek turn up into a smile and his hips pump up, his cock pushing through the tightened clench of her hand.

Clara kept squeezing him, trying intently to hurt him, even though she was beginning to realize that he might actually be enjoying it. Clara gasped, trying to catch her breath, and Burt pushed his fat tongue into her mouth.

“Mhmhfffff-mhmmmm,” Clara half protested, half responded to Burt’s aggressive kiss. She felt her hardening nipples press against her wet swimsuit and into Burt’s thick, hairy torso. She was mortified as she was sure he could feel the shape of them on his body, but her mind was distracted by how this awful man tasted and the way his probing tongue seemed to invade her mouth, running over hers.

Disgust flicked through her mind as her tongue swirled against his. It was so deeply wrong. Her body completely betrayed her. Where was Adam? This was so fucked up but she couldn’t deny that it felt good. Too good. She needed to put a stop to this….

Burt groaned into their kiss, erasing all thoughts momentarily from Clara’s mind. His wide, calloused hand was on the bare skin of her back, his dirty fingers running over her skin, pulling on the thin string holding her white bikini together.

She felt the material come loose and fall limply down her back. How had he undone the knot so fast? How was he so good at using his hands? His hand was where the strings of her bikini should be. His fingers deftly pressing into her newly naked flesh.

Burt’s expert tongue swirled around in her mouth, leaving Clara with the aftertaste of cheap beer and that disgusting fiery moonshine. The country bumpkin growled and broke the kiss. Only then did Clara realize her eyes had closed at some point. She opened them to see the self-satisfied smirk on Burt’s ugly face as he pulled back slightly.

“Ugh, fuck,” Burt groaned and pumped his cock into her hand. “You’re squeezin’ me real good. Your pussy that tight too? I bet you’re tight as a virgin down there.”

Clara wanted to slap him but her arm was still pinned and the other was still wrapped around his bucking cock. She realized that he wasn’t holding her hand in place on it anymore. Behind Burt’s shoulder, Adam was sitting across the hot tub, staring at them with his jaw hanging open. Both his hands were under the water, and she wondered if he was touching himself.

Her thoughtful pause gave Burt the opening he was looking for. In one quick, fluid motion, he grasped her white bikini top by the cups on her chest and pulled it off, throwing it past Adam and onto the concrete behind him.

“Hey, what the – ohhh fuckk,” Clara groaned as Burt’s fat head dipped down and his stubble ringed mouth closed around her hard nipple. Burt’s greasy, greying hair floated on the water as his head nodded up and down. His thick tongue ran up and down over the unflagging stiffness of her nipple.

Clara’s eyes shut again as she thrust her chest up to meet Burt’s thorough tongue lashing. His other hand grabbed her exposed breast; his calloused paws felt rough on her smooth skin, but did such wonderful things to her sensitive nipple. Burt fondled her and licked and nipped her breasts as Clara’s head fell back onto the side of the hot tub. She felt her ass lift off the seat, her legs floating up as Burt feasted on her exposed breasts.

She knew Adam was there, somewhere. He wasn’t even objecting. She should object. Definitely. She should stop this. Stop it. How far would Adam let it go? She was afraid to find out. She would be the one who needed to slow this brute down, but she could probably just let him do this a bit more. Maybe it was the booze mixed with the jet from the hot tub, but she was feeling herself getting lost and overwhelmed by the sensation of Burt licking and groping her.

“Fucking-A,” Burt growled as his tongue flicked her nipple, sending a jolt through her body. He pulled his head back and stared at her wet, glistening chest.

“Let’s get a look atcha.” Burt slowly ran his eyes over Clara’s naked breasts. His face lit up like a wolf coming across an injured fawn. “Mmm-hmm,” Burt growled at her. “Goddamn sweetie, those tits should be in a museum,” and then to Adam, “hooowee, this mama’s rockin’ some bombs!”

Clara tried to roll her eyes dismissively, she had shot down and belittled men for remarks far less crass. But her expression didn’t quite form into disdain - the alcohol continued its dulling work. In trying to project confidence while Burt objectified her, she subtly thrust her chest out, not thinking how else Burt might take that.

Her eyes went to Adam, who was still sitting there with a shocked and aroused expression plastered onto his grinning face. Part of her brain told her this was the moment to regain control of the situation before it quickly spiraled out of control. She shouldn’t even let someone like Burt near her, let alone put his hands and mouth on her like this. Last time had been a big mistake; she couldn’t make another one.

“Adam,” Clara breathed, amazed by how sultry her voice had come out, “Can you get my top, please? I want to cover up.”

Adam just stared at her for a second, her words not registering in his mind. Then he let out a breath and nodded. He looked over his shoulder to where her bikini top lay in a wet heap on the concrete. He looked back at Clara for a split second before getting up. Clara clearly saw the outline of his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his swim trunks.

Burt let out a low chuckle as he watched Adam exit the hot tub. He quickly turned his gaze back to Clara.

“So?” Burt said, his gaze piercing into hers.

“So?” Clara asked, “So what? Burt, I think it’s time we call it a night –”

Just as that thought had crossed her mind, she felt one of Burt’s hands touch her thigh.

“Burt….”

“Your hand is still wrapped around my cock. Gripp’n me so fucking tight.” Burt chuckled, turning his back completely on Adam, subtly edging her husband out of her view. Clara gasped as she felt his cock flex while still in her hand. He wasn’t wrong; she hadn’t let go.

“So I’m wondering how tight ya are down there,” Burt growled and lowered his head to her neck. His coarse tongue running over the same area that had gotten him such a strong response from her last time in the pool.

“Umhmmmfucckkk,” Clara groaned, her chest pushing out towards Burt, “Adam, hurry.”

Burt’s tongue lapped at her neck before descending back down to her chest. It danced around her naked breasts much more aggressively than anyone had ever done before. His teeth kept threatening to bite into her nipples, but the teasing was edging their tips and making her feel an intense pleasure in her chest. The moment she began to lose herself in the feeling, she felt Burt move his hand from her thigh to right up against the front of her bikini bottoms. A thrill of fear went through her mind, and she flinched, her muscles tensing up. Her hand gripped his cock even more tightly as he thrust into her clenched fingers.

The relaxed burn of the moonshine in her stomach diminished the tension inside her. He tenderly stroked her pussy lips through the swimsuit fabric, eliciting another moan from her traitorous lips. Then he changed the position of his hand, so that the knuckle of his middle finger pushed firmly into her clit.

“Ffffuck,” Clara moaned.

After a few moments of contact, Clara remembered who it was that had put his hands between her legs and that her husband couldn’t see what he was doing. Clara pulled back slightly and looked at Burt with a look of stark astonishment on her face. Not only was his hand still pressing into her intimate area, but his fingers were beginning to move, stimulating her in a way she wasn’t ready for.

“A-Adam?” Clara said, her gaze shifting behind Burt. Adam was standing a few feet away, just staring at them. Wet bikini top clenched in one hand while he gently rubbed his dick through his tented bathing suit.

She thought her husband should be told in order to stop what was going on, “Burt, uh, Burt has his hand, mmm, in-between my legs. He’s – ooh, he’s touching me.”

Adam just stood there, immobilized as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“Adam?” Clara moaned.

Clara knew right then that Adam wasn’t going to stop this; this was entirely on her. Burt’s fingers had sped up; through the tantalizingly thin fabric covering her pussy she could feel the rough man’s hand stroking, pinching and mashing her clit in a wildly rhythmic tempo. As she turned back to face him, he said, “You ever felt anything like that, darling?”

Clara tried to control her breath, not wanting to give in to Burt.

“No, right?” His ugly, hungry face was nodding slowly, inches away from her own, seeking her agreement. A homely grin split his mouth open. “Ol Burt’s got a few tricks. Why don’t you tell your husband how it feels?”

“Wh-what?” The mixed sensations of Burt’s hand between her legs had become part of the fire coursing through her system. It dawned on her then that this man who was not her husband was going to make her cum in her own backyard. Her breath was coming out in jagged gasps. She moaned as the large man’s hand strummed, slapped and played her pussy like a hillbilly banjo.

“Adam, buddy, I think she’s goin’ for it,” Burt’s eyes never left Clara’s delectable tits as his fingers did their work. “Like I said, I know what I’m doin’.

Clara’s wrist instinctively began moving in rhythm with Burt’s hand. His cock running up and down the palm of her hand. She felt herself slipping as she slightly eased her grip and slowly stroked the thick shaft of his cock. It felt so fucking big and strong moving in her hand.

Burt sucked her nipple back into his mouth before she could say anything to Adam. “Aaauhhhh, ahhmmm,” her pleasure-filled moan resonated in the night air and in the two men’s ears. Far off in the distance, a coyote yipped plaintively in response.

This was too fucking much. Burt’s fingers playing with her clit, his tongue, mouth and hand working her breasts and Adam. Oh, sweet Adam, standing there, shell-shocked, just watching them. Exposed to the night air like this, in such a primal way. Letting another man touch her on her own property. A man so far below her, and one who repulsed her physically and philosophically. She shouldn’t like this. No. She shouldn’t be responding to this at all. But her back had arched off the side of the hot tub, thrusting her breasts into his palm. Her hips, seeking his fingers as they manipulated her slit. And her hand, trying to wrap around Burt’s colossal cock. <i>Oh that cock, Jesus….</i>

Burt’s fat, hairy fingers strummed her clit. Clara’s head laid back, mouth open, on the hot tub as she semi-floated, Burt’s plucking fingers hard at work while he eagerly tongued her breasts. His fat cock ran up and down the palm of her hand as she stroked it and he thrust into it. Thrust into it like he was rutting.

<i>Oh fuck. Oh fuck. OH FUCK!</i> As Burt thrust into her hand, forcing her grip to loosen and spread open further, she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“UhhhhfffffFFUCCK,” Clara’s back arched and her ass came completely off the hot tub seat as her clit sought Burt’s fingers. Clara’s entire body felt hotter and lighter than the water surrounding her as she came. Her mind drifted as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure flooded through her body. She was vaguely aware her hand was still clenched around Burt’s powerful cock as it kept pushing through her clamping grip. Clara’s eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head as everything in her body tightened. Her vision went completely white, and she thrashed in the water as an intense orgasm immediately turned the slow burn she’d been riding all evening into a raging fire. Every one of her muscles contracted, trying to squeeze out as much primal pleasure from her orgasm as possible. Clenched, hoping in vain that if she just kept clenching, she could make this incredible feeling last closer to forever. The stimulation of her clit and the delicious pain from Burt’s nipping had ignited the fuel within her. She’d never felt anything like the combination of sensations that had just made her cum that hard. “Oh my, oh my god.”

Finally, her body began to relax as her orgasm dissipated, slipping out of her grip. Clara’s consciousness began to drift back down to earth. She rolled her head to the side and lazily opened her eyes. Burt’s big head with his long, greasy grey hair was still buried in her chest – but she hadn’t realized that she’d put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him, urging him onto her breasts. Her other hand was still under water, wrapped around his rigid, throbbing member.

His cock pumped forward in her hand, jostling her thoughts. His hair was greasy in her hands, and it floated in a mat in the water, some strands clinging to the skin of her chest and shoulders. Her gaze shifted to Adam who was still standing in the same place, wet bikini dripping in his hand while he rubbed his dick over his bathing suit.

Clara stared at the outline of Adam’s dick for a few seconds as Burt’s tongue was still gently lapping at her nipple over the hot tub’s water. Adam caught her looking and dropped her bikini top in his hand and yanked down his own trunks, freeing his hard dick. Clara squeezed Burt’s cock in her hand, barely able to encircle it. She knew that Adam’s dick fit into her hand without any issue. She was momentarily thankful that Burt’s cock was hidden out of sight below the rolling water of the hot tub otherwise she would have to visually confront their size differences once more.

Clara bit her lip, seeing Adam begin to stroke himself eagerly while Burt’s tongue was heating her body back up again. But then Burt messed it all up by pulling his head off her chest. A small whine escaped her throat as she looked at her rough neighbor, who had quickly closed the gap between them. Her neighbor’s grin was just inches away from her face.

Burt, the hillbilly who lived in the shack next door, had just made her cum viscerally as her husband looked on. His grin got even bigger as he watched the realization play across her face that she still held his cock in her hand, lightly stroking him.

Adam’s jaw was hanging open as he watched them. There was no way Clara or her husband had expected this to happen, in some part because of their desire to buy an electric lawn mower. Had their eco-ambitions really put them on this collision course with their climate-denying neighbor?

Clara’s thoughts shifted to the back of her head as she tried to calm her breathing. Her naked chest was heaving up and down, exposed completely to this practical stranger. The stupid, ignorant grin stayed plastered to Burt’s face as he pulled away from Clara. She half expected him to try and kiss her again; her lips were ready for it. But he didn’t. Instead, he rose up above her. Clara debated letting go of his cock but part of her was determined to hold onto it.

Burt’s wide, heavy chest rose up above her. Her eyes followed his entire body as it rose above her. His large, beer belly glistened in the moonlight as water cascaded off of it. His fat, thick hips, followed by…..<i>fuck. That cock.</i>

With her hand still barely wrapped around it, Burt’s ugly, giant cock rose head-first out of the water like a serpent. She knew that Burt had two tree trunk like thighs but her eyes never got that far down his body, they stayed glued to the enormous cock that was mostly in her hand. Clara couldn’t control her breathing. She shouldn’t be like this. She was better than this. She was an educated, working woman on a mission to save the planet for Christ’s sake but somehow this cock in front of her was giving her serious pause. She couldn’t reconcile the feelings inside of her with who she knew herself to be.

Clara regretted what she did next. She glanced at Adam’s dick, her brain immediately comparing them, sorting them into two separate mental boxes. She couldn’t help it. It was just the way her analytical mind worked. Adam’s dick dropped into the box labelled ‘penis’” while Burt’s thumped down into a much larger box labelled ‘COCK.’

She shuddered at the realization. Her hand hadn’t left Burt’s cock, even now that it was pointing directly at her face. Her hand looked ridiculously small in comparison; her thumb and middle finger not quite touching as they encircled it. The distance between her fingers grew as Burt flexed himself.

Time seemed to stand still in the backyard. Crickets chirped, and the bubbling of the hot tub was the only sound as Burt’s gaze drilled into Clara’s blue eyes. He stood patiently, his only movement the measured sway of his breathing as he waited. Clara was still feeling the pleasurable aftereffects of what he’d done to her. She’d already convinced herself that Adam watching was the thing that had pushed her over the edge.

Burt cleared his throat to get the beautiful wife’s attention back to the matter at hand. “Come on now. Let him see. Show him what went down next.”

Turning back to Burt, Clara met his gaze again, “You didn’t do anything like that to me before.”

“Don’t you fret. I got plenty in mind for you that ain’t been done before.”

Clara’s eyes widened at his response. “How do you know you’re going to do anything else with me?”

Burt’s grin widened, and he simply nodded his head in Adam’s direction, his eyes never leaving hers. “You got yours. Now suck it.”

Clara felt her veins run cold at Burt’s demanding, belittling, and misogynistic line. If Adam ever spoke to her like that, especially in an intimate moment, he’d be sleeping on the couch for at least a month. Logically, she knew being talked to like this went against everything she stood for. That’s what her mind was telling her. Which is why she was so surprised with herself when she eagerly pushed her head forward and extended her tongue and swirled it around the large meaty tip of Burt’s cock, and then sucked it into her mouth.

Clara didn’t shut her eyes as she sucked his pulsing cock this time. Burt’s thick cock filled her mouth immediately and she opened her mouth, parting her lips further to accommodate his massive girth. She could taste the deep earthiness and the chlorine of the tub, just as she had last time, but the additional heat made the flavor more palatable. As her tongue passed over each vein, she could feel the quickness of her neighbor’s pulse. She looked up into Burt’s hungry eyes as she tried to work more of him into her mouth. Burt glared down, then shifted his gaze back over his shoulder.

“Hey!” Burt barked. “Hell to the fuck no. Put that shit away. I don’t wanna see none of that, ya hear?” Clara paused her blowjob and looked to the side to see what Burt was complaining about. Adam stood there looking like a deer in the headlights with his hand still wrapped around his dick, paused mid-stroke.

“Put it away, ya pervert, you’re not in San Francisco anymore. I don’t wanna see your junk.” Burt shook his head and turned back to Sarah, muttering something else under his breath. Clara had half of Burt’s thick cock in her mouth. She pulled back and began giving her neighbor long licks, bathing the length of his shaft on multiple sides. Burt’s heavy balls hung down into the roiling water.

“Mhmhmmmm,” Clara moaned as she ran her lips up and down the underside of Burt’s shaft.

Burt looked down at Clara, bathing him with her tongue, ““We oughta stop messin’ ’round when we’re all soaked. Next time you’re comin’ over to my place and sucking me in my bed.”

Clara didn’t respond but continued to lick and suck on the sides of the massive organ in front of her as her hand stroked up and down his shaft. She felt herself slightly nodding in response to Burt’s command.

Burt threw Adam a curt glance, “And next time we gotta have real beers, PBR, not this foreign shit. We’re all Americans here, let’s drink like it.” Clara knew that her husband loved Stella – they’d toured the brewery in Belgium on their honeymoon. Burt’s words should be making her angry, but the fire she was feeling was what drove her forward. The tip of her tongue stretched out and lazily caressed one of his huge testicles. She rolled it around before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh, oh yeah, that’s real nice, sweetheart. Show my balls what you got.” Burt groaned as Clara pointed his shaft up into the air to give herself better access to his testicles. She moaned as she swirled her tongue around them and sucked on them. She hated Burt’s dense pubic hair, but she wasn’t about to be stopped.

Y’know another thing,” Burt said as he ran his hand through Clara’s hair. It was such an intimate gesture. She wasn’t close enough with Burt to allow something like that, but it resonated deeply within her. “That electric mower ain’t gonna do a damn thing,” Burt continued, “This grass gets thick come June—heavy and damp. That thing’ll go two feet and crap out on ya. You’re gonna need a whole ’nother mower just to knock it down first if you plan on keepin’ that thing. Battery mowers? Hell, they’re a waste of good metal.”

“Come to think of it,” Burt chuckled, “maybe you oughta keep it. Take you longer to mow, and while you’re out there, I’ll go on and handle some o’ them husbandly chores with Clara upstairs.”

Clara now had a hand on Burt’s hip and was stroking him with one hand as her mouth followed it down. Her husband stood there, watching as she built up the speed of her blow job, taking more of his cock into her mouth than she had the other night. The moans and sounds of liquid enthusiasm echoed in the backyard as she sucked on their neighbor.

She didn’t know what was coming over her. The way that Burt was belittling her husband, almost scolding him, was turning her on. It shouldn’t. It didn’t make any sense. Her husband was smart and accomplished. He would figure all of this out on his own eventually. But why then did she feel the heat in her pussy as this backwards man who had no accomplishments to his name talked down to her husband like he did? Why? Why was her body responding to it?

<i>It’s your brain’s job to interpret and decode words, not your body’s….</i> a voice in the back of her mind whispered. That thought was even more fucked up.

Clara pulled her mouth off Burt’s cock and looked up at him defiantly, “What husbandly duties are you referring to Burt?”

“Heh,” Burt said with a grin, “Don’t tell me Adam ain’t taught you a damn thing. You been missin’ out, darlin’. Lucky for you, I’m a real good teacher.”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me Burt,” Clara shot back, “That’s not happening.”

“Sure, Sure,” Burt nodded to her, “But you can’t tell me you haven’t wondered how I’d feel inside you. Buried nice and deep. Fillin’ you up completely.”

Clara broke eye contact with Burt and focused on the cock in front of her – trying not to let her intrusive thoughts in. She pumped it with both hands as her mouth went back onto it, her tongue swirling around the head before running under the bottom of his shaft.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Burt growled as his hips pumped his cock forward into her mouth, “Take a real cock.”

Clara needed to finish him off soon. Before he tried something else. She was so horny and worked up again that she worried things would get even more out of control. She worried about what she might allow herself to do. What Adam might let slip. Or what Burt might try to slip into her.

“I knew you been thinkin’ ’bout it. Mmm—nngh—you two got a lot to learn ’bout livin’ out here. This here’s the real America, alright? Ohh yeah, that’s it… like the man says—we got to…” Burt’s mouth hung open, the only sound a rasp as his breath caught.

She squeezed his shaft with both of her hands and stroked him. She twisted her grip, rolling both wrists around the shaft as sucked him as hard as she could, her tongue running all over the bitter, veiny underside of his cock. He was just a primitive man after all. And all men were easy to control. She started moaning around his cock, ready to make him wild, “Mhmmhmmhm. MHMHMMHMMMM. MHMMhmmhmmmm.”

“Unghh—Lord have mercy, sweetie... damn.” Burt choked; the hand he’d buried in Clara’s hair gripped the back of her head. His pot belly jutted forward into her forehead and she felt the telltale signs of his balls lifting and falling, his shaft expanding as his cock exploded. He came faster than Clara had anticipated. Cum shot out of his cock like a geyser, spraying into her mouth like a firehose. She didn’t have a choice.

Clara gulped down the first sticky, bitter, scalding load of Burt’s cum. It flooded past her tonsils, down into her throat. She had taken not just another man’s seed into her for the first time. But this was a man who was practically a stranger. This pig of a male who’d likely voted against her rights as a woman and now his cum was inside of her.

Clara continued to swallow, load after load of Burt’s viscous cum. He didn’t say anything and just stood there as he came into her mouth. Satisfied that she had milked his cock dry, Clara let her mouth slip off of it and gave it a few extra strokes before cleaning her hands and chin off in the water.

“Well now, heh, that didn’t happen the last time ‘round, did it?” Burt chuckled as he sat down on the side of the hot tub to catch his breath.

“No. No, it definitely did not.” Clara’s hand went to her mouth and touched her bottom lip. She still didn’t know how she felt about all of what was happening. She turned to look at her husband; he was still laser-focused on the two of them, still stroking himself despite Burt’s earlier warnings. Clara looked at her husband’s dick. It was rock hard. Well, not hard like Burt, but hard enough. She needed it inside of her now.

Clara stood up and gave Burt a sharp look. Rivulets of warm water beaded down her magnificent breasts. She couldn’t let him see her cower, being on display like this before him. Almost completely naked except for her sexy white bikini bottoms.

“West coast girls do it better,” Clara said to Burt with a glare before turning away from him completely and stepping out of the hot tub. She could feel the bikini bottom clinging to her supple ass and knew that Burt’s eyes would be glued to her cheeks.

“Come on, Adam,” Clara said, giving her husband a quick look before opening the door to their house, “I need you upstairs.”

Just after Clara ducked inside, she stopped and finally exhaled. Her knees and hands started to shake, and she let her confident facade drop; she struggled to catch her breath. Through the blinds, she saw Adam just standing there, still shell-shocked by what had happened.

“Well now,” Burt said, gettin’ up outta the hot tub, “if you’re just gonna stand ’round gawkin’, I might as well head in and keep your old lady company.”

Adam’s eyes went wide as saucers, and he looked between Burt and the still half-open sliding door behind Clara. Burt took a step out of the tub before Adam stopped him.

“No, we’re good,” Adam finally said, “Good night, Burt.”

Clara breathed a sigh of relief. Relief that tonight wasn’t going to get even more out of hand. She pushed down the rise of an unexpected sense of disappointment. She pushed it as deep down as it would go and buried it, scorning herself for it and deciding never to think about it again. What the hell was wrong with her?

When Adam walked through the door, Clara pushed it closed and dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. She didn’t care that her soaking wet bikini bottoms or Adam’s bathing suit were leaving a trail of droplets on the floor. She was freezing with the air conditioning on, and her nipples were rock hard. Adam’s swim trunks were quickly thrown onto the carpet of their bedroom as she and Adam fell onto the bed.

Thankfully, the curtains were closed, and Adam eagerly peeled off her white bikini bottoms.

“Fuck that was insane Clara,” Adam breathed, “I can’t believe that just —”

“Shut up and fuck me Adam,” Clara demanded, parting her legs and pulling her loving husband down between them. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Soon her husband was buried inside of her in the dark room. Both of them lost in the events of the night. Grunting and moaning filled the room as they fucked, both of their minds on the scandalous events of the last hour.

In all that time, Adam had been edging himself. Burt had admonished him for touching himself so it was only a few minutes later when he exploded and collapsed onto the bed next to Clara. She stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. She was happy Adam had enjoyed himself, that she had worked him up so much to cause such a fast reaction. But she knew that for the rest of the night she’d be tossing and turning. Partly because she couldn’t believe what she’d allowed to happen. And who it had happened with. Who the hell was she? She should never have let someone, anyone like that, anywhere close to her.

But she would also be awake because the fire still burned inside of her. One that desperately wanted to grow larger until it exploded. Adam was supposed to have been the one to stoke it to its culmination, but he’d left her alone, letting the fire consume her.

***

Burt let the smile spread across his bearded face as he hovered at the top of the stairs. He’d heard the beautiful sounds of Clara moaning and building up to another orgasm, and the expected early finish of Adam.

The young man probably would have performed better if he’d busted at night out by the hot tub, but Burt sure as hell didn’t want to be around another guy stroking it. Fuck no. He stood there for a few seconds, debating whether he should open up their bedroom door and offer to service the little lady, but thought better of it.

He didn’t think Adam owned a gun, being a liberal cuck from San Francisco, but you never knew how someone would react to an unexpected stranger in their room in the middle of the night. Odds were fifty-fifty he could bed Clara right here tonight, but he wasn’t in no rush. It was gonna be fun to toy with her until she finally begged for his cock. And this boy was gonna willingly give up his girl to him.

Burt stifled another chuckle and shook his head. This was gonna be fun, alright. He crept back down the stairs to the first floor of his neighbor’s house. He didn’t need the lights on; he knew this house like the back of his hand.

The kids weren’t moving upstairs, so he figured he had a bit of time. Burt didn’t know exactly what he was planning, but he wanted to give himself some options. He tiptoed into the den and stepped over the floorboard that liked to creak. He reached behind the blinds at the window and undid the latch, making sure it wasn’t locked.

He crept back to the kitchen and slowly opened each drawer until he found a roll of clear scotch tape. Burt gambled, opening the door to the basement, hoping that the hinges wouldn’t creak. Thankfully, they didn’t. Sometimes the door latch got stuck and was hard to open from the basement. He taped over the latch so it wouldn’t catch. He carefully opened and closed it a few times, testing it.

The basement stairs would make too much noise if he stepped on em now. The kids were probably fast asleep, and he could get away with it, but he didn’t want to push his luck. He crept back to the mudroom and left through the door that the so-called college-educated people with their fancy jobs hadn’t realized they’d forgotten to lock.

Soon he would introduce Clara to what a real cock was and her liberal cries and moans of pleasure would be the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

Grande’s Original below:

Clara was suddenly aware of the intensity of the situation she now found herself in. Burt’s quiet words echoed in her head. She watched her husband stand at the patio casually working open the merlot bottle with a corkscrew. Below the surface of the tub, her lower leg had rubbed up against the rough hairy shin of her neighbor several times, but now, with the lazy fire of Burt’s booze coursing through her veins, she allowed her lower leg to simply rest where it was -against Burt’s. Rather than demure to Burt’s impositions, she would put her leg where she wanted to in her own tub, and that was that.

Burt smiled at her easy capitulation. <i>Almost…</i>

“Adam?” Clara had turned to address her husband. “Is that true? Do you want a closer look at what happened in the pool? Or is Burt making things up?” She was playing with her husband now, loving that she was riling him up.

Adam’s hands immediately froze and his attention slowly turned from the wine bottle to Clara, who had an unreadable expression on her face. Put on the spot, Adam’s tongue sat in his mouth, momentarily unable to form any words. But Clara saw the unexpressed want in her husband’s wild eyes, and as an added confirmation, the towel he wore had begun to form a tent by his crotch.

Burt saw this too and while Clara’s attention was on her husband, he took the opportunity to carefully move fully across the tub to sit next to his neighbor.

Clara stared blankly at her husband for a long moment, making sure he had time to voice his opinion or stop the momentum that had suddenly picked up. Burt broke the silence reminding her where she was.

“Looks like Ol’ Burt wasn’t lyin’. I think maybe we should show him what we got up to the other night.” The uninvited guest took the liberty to place his hand high on Clara’s thigh next to him under the water.

“Burt, that’s not gonna happen. Whatever <i>this</i> is I…” the young wife turned to the man beside her. Her words ran out when their eyes met and she saw the deep, undeniable hungry fire within her neighbor’s. Her breathing changed; it was as if the fire in those eyes was connecting to the smoldering fire in her belly. Her body was responding on its own. “…don’t think it’s going to work.” Her speech audibly slowed as she finished her admonition.

Burt didn’t want to break eye contact with his prey just yet. In his peripheral vision he could see the shape of both her nipples beginning to make themselves known through the stunning bikini top. He put down his beer on the concrete and moved his hand to Clara’s back. Burt rested his palm over the clasp of the top, pushing it against her skin. His other began to touch and rub her thigh gingerly under the water.

“Well, the first thing I remember was Clara here’s top came off. Ain’t that what you remember?” Clara, still in a momentary fog, was trying to both answer and dispute the question but was yet drawn to the raw hunger she saw. She nodded meekly, still watching the bigger man’s dark brown eyes.

Adam, still frozen on the patio, watched as Burt’s hand behind Clara moved and the straps of her top slackened from the release of the clasp. With the corkscrew fully in the wine bottle’s cork, he struggled to pull it out, his eyes shifting from the bottle to the tub not wanting to miss anything. His wife’s head turned to look at him, a somewhat astonished look on her face as she put her glass down. But he saw no fear. “Clara, you okay?”

The gawking husband watched as Burt fully removed the top of his wife’s bikini and tossed it to the concrete next to his beer. His gorgeous wife’s breasts were glistening and suddenly on full display in their backyard.

“I…” She’d begun to speak, to tell Adam she could handle this, handle him, but then she felt Burt’s hands come around from behind her, cradling each of her glistening breasts in his palms. His calloused hands felt rough on her skin, but the moonshine was affecting the idealistic wife.

“Yeah, this seems like it’s how things happened. I ‘member the feel of these babies in my hands.” Burt took his time, roughly groping and mashing her breasts. Tweaking one, then her other nipple. He looked up to see his neighbor on the patio finally get the wine bottle open, and then put it down next to the wine glass he’d brought out for his wife, focusing on the what the two of them were doing. Burt was watching Adam to make sure he stayed put. “This was the good part.” He then lowered his head to the back of Clara’s neck and let his thick tongue drag across the area that had gotten a positive reaction the last time. He inhaled her clean feminine scent as the taste echoed on his probing tongue.

Clara was also looking at Adam, and wanted to let him know she was alright but between the booze she’d had and the tongue on her neck, communication was getting difficult. The fireball in her belly had grown and now a pleasant smoldering sensation was expanding down her legs and up into her chest. She opened her mouth to simply say that she’d be fine, but what came out was a long breathy moan, triggered by Burt’s stubbly mouth on her skin. “HMmmmhhmm.” A mischievous smirk appeared on her face as her eyes closed in enjoyment. In short order she felt the tip of Burt’s large organ brushing insistently against her backside.

“Let’s get a look atcha.” Burt slowly turned Clara’s body towards him and away from her husband. His face lit up as he saw her bared teardrop breasts come into view. “Mmphh,” an impressed grunt sounded deep in his chest. He was trying to keep things slow so that he could get what he wanted, but Clara happened to have a spectacular set of tits. “Goddamn sweetie, those should be in a museum,” and then to Adam, “hooowee, this mama’s rockin’ some bombs!” Clara tried to roll her eyes dismissively, she’d screamed at men for remarks far less crass. But her expression didn’t quite form into disdain - the alcohol continued its dulling work. In trying to project confidence while Burt objectified her, she subtly to thrust her chest out, not thinking how else Burt might take that.

Adam took an unsteady step towards the tub, not sure he could continue to stand as he watched his wife and his neighbor together from this close by. He saw the older man’s grinning face descend and push forward into his wife’s openly offered chest. He could see Burt’s head nodding slowly as he ran his tongue over his wife’s breasts. Adam’s dick throbbed painfully under the towel, he wasn’t sure if it was ok if he touched himself. A moment later he heard his wife sigh from the attention the larger man was paying her. He quickly grabbed a seat and shed the towel, his pole firmly in hand.

Clara, meanwhile, was enjoying the jet of the tub on her back as her neighbor nipped and lapped at her heaving breasts. The now liquor’s heavy buzz had her completely relaxed as she sat in her tub, her neighbor crouched in front of her in the water. She knew this was not right, he wasn’t someone she should be doing this with and she fought to keep her arms at her sides, not wanting to encourage her boorish neighbor. At the same time, the liquid fire of the moonshine made what Burt was doing feel absolutely heavenly. Maybe she could see where he was going with this.

Just as that thought had crossed her mind, she felt one of Burt’s hands touch her thigh as the other caressed her right breast and pushed it into his sucking mouth. “OH, oooHHH, ahmmmmmmm,” Burt’s tongue was dancing around her chest much more aggressively than anyone had ever done before. His teeth kept threatening to bite into her nipples, but the teasing was edging their tips and making her feel an intense pleasure in her chest. The moment she began to lose herself in the feeling, she felt Burt move his hand from her thigh to right up against the front of her bikini bottoms. A thrill of fear went through her mind and she flinched, her muscles tensing up. But almost immediately, the relaxed burn diminished the tension inside her. He first tenderly stroked her lips through the swimsuit fabric, eliciting another moan from his neighbor. Then he changed the position of his hand, so that the knuckle of his middle finger pushed firmly into her clit.

After a few moments of contact Clara, remembered who it was that had put his hands between her legs and that her husband couldn’t see what he was doing. Clara pulled back slightly and looked at Burt with a look of stark astonishment on her face. Not only was his hand still pressing into her intimate area, but his fingers were beginning to move, stimulating her in a way she wasn’t ready for. “Adam, honey?” Her voice was coming out hesitantly, not decisively. She thought her husband should be told in order to stop what was going on. “Burt uh, Burt has his hand, mmm, in-between my legs. He- ooh, he’s touching me.” She turned to look at Adam, the exaggerated look of shock still on her face.

Her husband sat completely still, watching them on the patio as he had his dick in his hand. “How does it feel?” Clara knew right then that Adam wasn’t going to stop this, this was on her. Burt’s fingers had sped up; through the tantalizingly thin fabric covering her pussy she could feel the rough man’s hand stroking, pinching and mashing her clit in a wildly rhythmic tempo. As she turned back to face him, he said, “You ever feel anything like that, darling?”

Clara tried to control her breath, not wanting to give in to Burt.

“No, right?” His ugly, hungry face was nodding slowly, inches away from her own, seeking her agreement. A homely grin split his mouth open. “Ol Burt’s got a few tricks. Why don’t you tell your husband how it feels?”

“Wh-what?” the mixed sensations of Burt’s hand between her legs had become part of the fire coursing through her system. It dawned on her then that this man who was not her husband was going to make her cum in her own backyard. Her breath was coming out in jagged gasps. She moaned as the large man’s hand strummed and played her pussy like an instrument

“Adam, buddy, I think she’s goin’ for it,” Burt’s eyes never left Clara’s delectable tits as his fingers did their work. “Like I said, I know what I’m doin’.” He could see she was just about ready. <i>Just a little bit more.</i>

Clara seemed to remember herself then, turning and calling out to her husband. “OOOH, uh, A-Adam. He’s really g-great at, at this.” Burt sucked her nipple back into his mouth before she could turn back to face him. “AAAAhhh! Ahhmmm,” her pleasure filled moan resonated in the night air and the two men’s ears.

Burt’s other hand searched under the water and found Clara’s dainty hand. Already leaning forward and bringing her along with his hand, sucking on one of her immaculate tits, he had to split his focus to make this happen. Slowly, he pulled her arm by the wrist towards him.

Adam slowed his hand, not wanting to spill. He was very close; the evening’s events had worked him up faster than anything he could ever remember. Moonshine and sheer disbelief at what was occurring before him seemed to be a potent combination. He held his firm dick in his unmoving hand, trying to calm himself down, stepping back from the edge. His beautiful wife’s glistening bare shoulders rolled energetically in the hot tub as she squirmed in front of their grinning neighbor.

Adam knew the familiar signs - his wife was very close to an orgasm, a big one. “Honey, are you going t-”

Burt, continuing the frantic tempo against Clara’s pussy with one hand, did two more things simultaneously the moment Adam began speaking. He bit down on the gorgeous wife’s nipple and wrapped her hand around his cock.

“OH FUCK! FUUUuuuuuuuuhhhh!” Clara’s sudden explosion interrupted (and answered) her husband’s unfinished question. Her vision went completely white and she thrashed in the water as an intense orgasm immediately turned the slow burn she’d been riding all evening into a raging fire. The stimulation of her clit and the pain from Burt’s nipping had ignited the fuel within her. She’d never felt anything like the combination of sensations that had made her cum. “Oh my, oh my god.” She felt Burt’s mouth and hands pull away from her as the intensity threatened to get higher.

Clara almost regretted that he’d stopped until she opened her eyes and was met with her neighbor’s conceited grin just inches away. Burt, the hillbilly who lived in the shack next door, had just made her cum viscerally as her husband looked on. His grin got even bigger as he watched the realization play across her face that she still held his cock in her hand, lightly stroking him.

Adam’s jaw hung open as he watched from the lounge chair. When he saw his wife enter the tub with his neighbor he could never have predicted this outcome. Looking down, he noted that at some point during Clara’s orgasm he’d had his own, his cum was leaking out all over his closed fist. But also, he could see that his pole hadn’t shrunk or gotten any less stiff because of it. A sound from the tub drew his attention back to the action. Burt was now standing up in the center of the water looking down at Clara seated before him. His fully erect cock stuck out, an unbent column of flesh jutting from his waist. His wife held it as it pointed directly at her face. Her hand looked ridiculously small in comparison; her thumb and middle finger not quite touching as they encircled it.

Time seemed to stand still in the backyard. Crickets chirped and the bubbling of the hot tub were the only sound as Burt’s gaze drilled into Clara’s eyes. He stood patiently, his only movement the measured sway of his breathing as he waited. Clara was still feeling the pleasurable after effects of what he’d done to her. She’d already convinced herself that Adam watching was the thing that pushed her over the edge. She glanced at her husband and saw his glistening fist around his dick? Did he cum already or was that just precum?

Burt cleared his throat to get the beautiful wife’s attention back to the matter at hand. “Go on. Show him. Show him what happened next.”

Turning back to Burt, Clara met his gaze again, “You didn’t do anything like that to me before.”

“Don’t you worry. There’s plenty I’ll do to you that nobody’s done yet.”

Clara’s eyes widened at his response. “How do you know you’re going to do anything else with me?”

Burt’s grin widened and he simply nodded his head in Adam’s direction, his eyes never leaving hers. “Now, you got yours. Suck it.”

Adam knew what would happen if he ever spoke to his wife that way. And especially if it was while they were being intimate. He imagined if their marriage survived Clara’s wrath, it might be a month or two before he’d be able to sleep in his own bed again. His eyes nearly leapt from his head as his wife extended her tongue and swirled it around the large meaty tip of Burt’s cock, and then sucked it into her mouth.

Clara didn’t shut her eyes as she sucked his cock this time. Burt’s thick cock filled her mouth immediately and she opened her mouth, parting her lips further to accommodate his massive girth. She could taste the deep earthiness and the chlorine of the tub as she did last time, but the additional heat made the flavor more palatable. As her tongue passed over each vein, she could feel the quickness of her neighbor’s pulse. She looked up into Burt’s hungry eyes as she tried to work more of him into her mouth. Burt glared down at her now, his smile gone. He nodded then turned in Adam’s direction.

“Hey. Hey, no, uh-uh, put that shit away. Get that towel or something and cover up. I don’t wanna see none of that.” It took Adam a few moments to realize that Burt was talking to him, he’d forgotten that he was even out here and that this was a real event taking place in front of him, not some random online porn clip. He quickly reached down and put the towel over his lap, hiding what he was doing. “I’m not even sure I’m ok with you being here but, y’know, it’s your place and all.” Adam wasn’t sure if Clara had moved in reaction to what Burt was saying but she had about half of the man’s cock in her mouth. She pulled back and began giving her neighbor long licks, bathing the length of his shaft on multiple sides. Burt’s heavy balls hung down into the roiling water.

“So, I’m tryna figure this out, you really like this set-up, huh?” again, Adam had to remind himself this was real life; his neighbor was continuing their earlier conversation while his wife sucked on the biggest cock he’d ever seen. He was hearing Clara involuntarily moans clearly now as she ran her lips up and down the underside of his shaft. “Know what, never mind that. I can see the answer.” Burt looked back down at Clara, bathing him with her tongue.

“Next time we gotta have real beers, PBR, not this foreign shit. We’re all Americans here, let’s drink like it.” Clara knew that her husband loved Stella – they’d toured the brewery in Belgium on their honeymoon. Burt’s words should be making her angry, but the fire she was feeling was drove her forward. The tip of her tongue stretched out and lazily caressed one of his huge testicles. She rolled it around before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh, oh yeah that’s real nice sweetheart. Show my balls what you got.” Burt was extra content, he’d played the situation just right and now the coastal princess had his heartland cock keeping her busy. But he wasn’t done. “Y’know another thing, that electric mower ain’t gonna do shit. All this grass gets real thick by June. And damp. That thing will go two feet and die – you’re going to need another mower to pre cut if you’re gonna keep that thing. Those battery mowers are a waste of a machine.”

Clara now had a hand on Burt’s hip and was stroking him with one hand as her mouth followed it down. Adam watched as she built up the speed of her blow job, taking more of his cock into her mouth than she had the other night. The moans and sounds of liquid enthusiasm echoed in his head as his wife sucked on his neighbor.

“You, nngh, you two have got a lot to learn about living out here. This is the real America, okay? Oh, yeah, that’s it. And like the man says, we have to make Amer-” Burt’s mouth hung open, the only sound a rasp as his breath caught.

“Aaahgh, oh God Damn sweetie, fuck.” Burt came in Clara’s mouth, a huge scalding load that shot past her tonsils into her throat. She hadn’t been aware he was even close, and now she had to contend with the thought that she had some of her neighbor’s seed inside her. Burt wrapped his hand around himself and pulled back, tightly gripping his cock. “Now, heh, that didn’t happen last time.”

“No. No it definitely did not.” Clara’s hand went to her mouth and touched her bottom lip. She still didn’t know how she felt about all of what was happening. She turned to look at her husband, he was still laser focused on the two of them, still stroking himself.

She felt a huge hand on her chin, pulling her attention back to the larger man next to her. “But this did…” Burt eased his grip on his cock and a huge load spumed from the head, impacting her nose and both cheeks. “Ohhh..” Rope after rope of frothy white load sprayed from his cock to the beautiful wife’s face.