It had been two years since the initial bucket list joke turned into a real thing. Due to different schedules sex with Heidi is down to once or twice a year while sex with Rebecca is often and intensely gratifying. I learned that anytime the bucket list came up if the woman was not interested, she would usually say something and walk away. If she said nothing, she was at least thinking about it, but if she asked me if she was on the list, I had two answers prepared. If I was not interested then I would just say "Of course, but the list was a joke." If I was interested then I would tell her "You are number one by a wide margin."
At the neighborhood barbecues the bucket list rarely came up anymore and when it did Clara would just scoff and not respond to the inevitable teasing that the guys gave her.
Clara was the smart one in the neighborhood with two Masters degrees.
At one particular barbecue I was grilling and Clara brought me out some burgers and dogs. My barbecue is off to the side and there was loud music playing so I think Clara became emboldened. She put the plates down and said "I know the list was not a joke and I am okay with that now. I just want to know where I am on the list."
"That is an easy answer but you may not like it," I responded. "You are not on the list."
She just stared at me incredulously so I continued.
"You are obviously beautiful with a great body. You are smart and a strong woman which I am usually attracted to. But you lack warmth. Your conversations are all academic and when you leave here today all of the other wives will give goodbye hugs but you give a handshake instead. With you there is no twitch."
"Okay, I get that. Explain the twitch thing" she asked.
"When a woman that I am attracted to enters a room Junior will twitch involuntarily. With you there is not twitch. Sorry."
She walked away and that was the end of that conversation.
Over the next year I noticed that she was trying to engage more in friendly banter and the handshakes were replace by a somewhat awkward hug. Some of the husbands even commented to her husband John about the change.
It was now four years after the initial joke. It was a Saturday morning and my wife had just got on the phone with her mother which usually lasted an hour or more. I heard a knock at the back door and was surprised to see Clara there.
"I was just returning these things to your wife. Is she around?"
"She is talking on the phone with her mom upstairs so it will be a while before she comes down." I answered. "I will let her know that you were here."
Instead of leaving Clara looked over my shoulder and walked up to me. I was stunned when she planted a short kiss right on my lips and gave Junior a short squeeze. She smiled and whispered "I think I felt a twitch."
I took a quick listen to hear if my wife was coming and then explained to Clara that it was not an involuntary twitch but stimulus that she provided that got Junior started. Then I decided she needed to see who she was messing with.
I pulled her to me and before she could move my mouth was all over hers. She resisted for maybe two seconds before thoroughly engaging my mouth with hers. Tongues were going in and out and we were both pawing each other forgetting for a moment where we were.
We came up for air and my rock-hard member was pressing into her. Her face was consumed with lust when I told her "That is real stimulation. You are now number one on my list and whenever I decide I am just going to take you. And one more thing, there won't be a damn thing that you can do about it," I exclaimed while reengaging her mouth.
Both of us were now overcome with lust as she grabbed my member through the shorts and stroked it. Just as I was about to pull her shorts down and fuck her right there, I heard a door close upstairs.
"Go into the bathroom and cool down before my wife gets down," I told her. I was thinking that hopefully she won't come out until she has regained her composure. I yelled to my wife that Clara was here and I was going out to do yardwork.
Thirty minutes later Clara left and stopped where I was working. "That was a mistake," she said. "I am sorry to have started it but it can't happen again."
I smiled and responded, "Then you should make sure that you are never alone with me because with the animal lust that we both just felt there is only one way that it will end and you know exactly what that is."
I watched her sweet ass walk away and I was surprised at how aroused that she had gotten me when before this day I had no intention of bedding her. Now it was time to plan.
Over the next several months Clara did not use our pool. I invited John over twice to watch a game and he invited me over their house to watch a few. Clara and I were never alone during that time but I would catch her looking my way every once in a while.
One Saturday John invited me and my wife over for a lunch cookout and then told Clara which I am sure stressed her a little. We were supposed to be there at noon but my wife got stuck at work and asked me to go over and she would be there ASAP.
When I arrived, John was outside, and I told him my wife would be late John responded that it was okay as he had forgotten something and had to run to the store. I volunteered to get it for him but he said he was particular about this ingredient; would only be gone 25 minutes and said I should grab a beer and go inside to keep Clara company.
I went inside to a surprised Clara and explained where my wife was. As I approached her, she asked "Where's John?'
"He had to run to the grocery store and we have twenty minutes which I intend to use every last one pleasuring you."
Before she could say a word, my mouth was over hers in a repeat of what started the animal lust. It returned quickly and we both started pulling each other's pants off. Knowing we were short on time I lifted her onto the counter, pointed Junior to her entrance and plowed right into her. She wrapped her arms around me and we reengaged our lustful kissing. She screamed into my mouth that she was cumming and I almost did as well when her pussy muscles put Junior into a death grip.