Ray spent most of his day off taking care of his lawn. He knew he could afford to let someone else do it, but it was a point of pride that he could do it himself, and he liked being active and getting dirty. He lived in what most people would consider to be an exclusive neighborhood. Ray didn't really think of it this way. He wasn't inclined to think of people in terms of their status, but he was aware of his privileges. Mostly what he enjoyed is spending time with people who stimulated his brain and showed signs of emotional intelligence and a modicum of empathy for someone else's perspective. In his line of work, that was a rare combination of qualities, but he appreciated them, nonetheless. His home was close to family and that was important.
In the afternoon, Ray noticed his neighbor, Candy was outside flitting about. Candy was quite attractive. Her hair was perpetually in a mess of curls, she was petite, with an ample and remarkably natural bustline, somewhat talkative, and always seemed like she was late for something. Candy was tending to her rose garden and occasionally they'd chat over the hedge. Ray was usually clothed but today was so darn hot, he had taken off his shirt and he could tell Candy was more observant than usual. She kept stealing glances when he was on his deck. Ray didn't mind this. He had a nice chest and several women commented on how much they enjoyed snuggling up to it. They seemed to love the way he smelled and commented on it regularly. Ray hadn't changed his grooming habits much but chalked it up to the natural soap he used and a healthy diet. Regardless, he was enjoying the attention from his neighbor and started to think of what she looked like underneath that tight white tank top.
Just as he started to feel his cock fill with blood, Candy's husband Corey stepped out with a beer in his hand and a bottle of water for Candy. Occasionally, Corey would come outside when Candy would be sunning herself by the pool and put lotion on her back. He liked to reach around and tweak her tits and Candy would giggle then slap them away only to turn around and kiss him oftentimes taking off her top so he could fondle them freely. Many times, they'd end up making out on the deck chair with Corey pulling off Candy's panties and going down on her on the pool deck. She'd try to keep her moans quiet but eventually she'd cry out as she climaxed. It was quite arousing for Ray. Most of the time, they were blissfully unaware of Ray's presence. He knew it was impolite to stare over the hedge from his deck but occasionally when they made out by the pool, Ray felt his cock get hard and when Candy moaned, he'd stroke his cock while laying on his deck thinking of his face between her legs and Corey's dick in his ass. Ray hadn't explored this side of his desires yet, but they had been with him a while.
Just as he started to feel his dick get full, he heard Candy yell his name. "Ray! Hi Ray!" Candy waved over to him. "It's so gorgeous out, isn't it? My god this heat though? I literally feel like I could be naked and would still feel like I am wearing too much!" Then she kind of giggled. She knew Ray would immediately start thinking of what she looked like without clothes on but couldn't help flirting with him just the tiniest bit. He had such a beautiful chest, and it was a shame women unlike men, had to keep their breasts covered. It was hot and she wanted to be out of every stitch of clothing she had on. Ray waved and replied, "I know! I was dying mowing my lawn. I decided it was time for a break. Just having a beer. I see your flowers are looking great this year! You should come take a break too. Get out of this heat!" Then he remembered that Corey had gotten her some water. "If you want, both you and Corey should come over. We can all chill in the shade for a bit."
"That sounds wonderful, honestly. Corey, you want to go hang out at Ray's for a bit? His deck is in the shade! Bring over a few beers, will ya?" Candy called to Corey as he waved to Ray. "Sure... Be right there!" Corey went to grab some more beer from the outdoor fridge. They always kept some on hand for guests. Then they walked over to the back gate that separated both yards. Several years ago, they had decided to put in the gate when a tree that spanned both yards was being trimmed. It usually stayed unlocked. There was really no reason to lock it. Both households had lived in the neighborhood for years. Occasionally, Ray had girlfriends that would stay for a while but because he traveled so much for work, eventually, they would tire of being home in the house alone and move out. So, the gate became the point at which they would chat occasionally or if necessary, deliver mail that was dropped at the wrong house. Corey and Candy walked through with beers in hand and one for Ray, making their way to his back deck overlooking the luscious and green back yard. Ray sat there relaxing, shirt off, legs outstretched, and his arm draped over the lounge chair like a lazy cat. "Hey folks, I see you two were too weak for the heat. Pull up a chair. Put your feet up." Corey and Candy pulled up their chairs alongside Ray. Candy was in the middle.
They talked a bit about the neighborhood. Ray was privy to some good gossip because as a single man, he was accustomed to the women of the neighborhood trying to find out his story. They'd often find reasons to chat him up, sometimes flirting to see if he would take the bait. Occasionally, he did. Ray had an ongoing liaison with a woman, Peg, who lived two doors down who flirted so awkwardly with him, he found it endearing. Her husband was a real piece of work. He had a need for superiority and made a point to show off his latest toys to every guy in the neighborhood. Peg enjoyed finer things but wasn't nearly as extroverted or conceited. She often placated her husband and acted as a buffer for the rest of the neighborhood. Ray knew they had met in high school and that Peg was quite the beauty. He imagined that she stuck with him out of inertia and fear. Peg wasn't stupid but she hadn't worked much after her kids were born. Divorcing would mean losing everything. Peg had grown up without much. That simply wasn't an option. So, she occupied herself entertaining Ray when her husband was gone on work trips and Ray wasn't traveling. They kept it light, but the sex was amazing. It was the first woman that squirted when Ray made her orgasm, and he loved it. He'd fantasize about being between her legs eating her out and listening to her moan. She tasted so earthy and sweet. She wore this oil that she had gotten at the place where she got waxed and the mixture of her juices and oil were so intoxicating that some days Ray would bury his face in the shirt he wore when he was pleasuring her just to smell her. He thought about that now as he was relaying some gossip he recently heard about Peg's husband. Apparently, he was under indictment for embezzling funds from his law firm. The word on the street was that he was paying for an apartment near his firm in the city out of the corporate accounts. Nobody had talked to Peg for a while, but they all felt empathy for her. Secretly everyone wished she'd leave him.
Corey in a moment of boldness, probably induced by a few drinks said, "Ray, I think Peg had a real thing for you." Ray was shocked to hear someone say that out loud. He thought they were being discreet, but it was hard to not notice the way Peg would stay close to Ray at neighborhood parties or laugh at his jokes. The only one who didn't notice was Peg's husband and it was because he was too busy bloviating about some new thing he had purchased. Ray tried to respond nonchalantly, but he knew he probably didn't sound too convincing. "Oh, I don't know about that. Peg has always been the friendlier one of that pair."
"Oh, come on now, Ray. You're among friends here. Nobody here is going to judge you. She's a beautiful woman and you, in this house by yourself. Don't tell me you weren't tempted!" Corey continued. Ray looked at Corey and then at Candy to try to gauge a reaction and both were sitting there smiling like they knew an inside joke.
"Well, ok so maybe she was hard to resist," Ray said begrudgingly. "Her husband is a creep. She deserves better."
