Castor worked shitty hours, Nancy thought, noon until late into the evening, usually nine or ten at least. Some housewives would have been put off by that. She wasn't. Oh, she had her part-time job at the library and her hobbies, but mostly those hobbies were fucking the boys next door.
When Mark and Eric first moved in next door, she couldn't have cared less. Just another set of neighbors, even if they were a gay couple. For the fist few months they lived next to Nancy and Castor, she hardly even waved in the morning when they were all leaving for work. Then spring changed into summer and she came home from work one day to see Mark mowing his lawn; it was the first hot day of the season and he had stripped off his shirt, letting the sweat pour off his well-muscled chest.
She stopped and gawked at him, unashamed at her rude behavior. After walking the mower back and forth a few more times, Mark noticed her and stopped his task when he got to the property line.
"See something you like?" he boldly asked her, shamelessly flirting.
She laughed, tossing back her halo of frizzy curls. There was no harm in responding, she had nothing he wanted to buy. "Certainly I do. But I'm equally as certain you're not willing to sell me what you have on offer."
A wry smile played at his lips. "What makes you think that?"
Nancy leaned back against her car and threw back her shoulders, letting her shirt pull tightly around her breasts. "Because you and Eric are gay. Not that I care."
"Who says we're gay?" Mark asked, feigning a look of innocence while resting a hand on his chest, affecting the attitude of a queen.
"Two otherwise single men living together in suburbia?" she asked. "And I think the pink triangle on his car and the Human Rights Campaign sticker on yours gives it away."
"Maybe we bought those cars used and the stickers were already on them," he suggested, clearly not believing what he was saying.
Nancy pulled her sunglasses slightly down her nose and looked over the shaded lenses at him. "Neither car is more than two years old. You bought them new. Try again."
"I'm not gay," he suggested, but this time much more seriously. "I'm bi."
This gave Nancy pause. "Really." It wasn't a statement, but neither was it a question, though it was full of doubt. "And how would you prove that?"
He looked at the small amount of lawn still to be mowed. "After I finish this I was planning on taking a quick shower, then a dip in the spa. Perhaps you could join me there and I could prove to you what I already know."
And so Nancy found herself in her yellow swimsuit looking down at Mark's nude form already relaxing in the bubbling spa the gay couple had installed in the house shortly after they had moved in. It was impossible to see from Nancy's house, hidden behind a tall privacy fence, which made her wonder what else she had missed in the short amount of time they had lived there.
"Is there room for me?" she asked, flirting again, half knowing the answer.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Not with that," he replied with a shake of his head.
She didn't need to ask what he meant. It was a fairly modest swimsuit, one piece, designed for actual swimming, not modeling or laying in the sun, but it showed off Nancy's lithe form perfectly well. Since he wasn't being modest, there was no need for her to worry about showing a little skin either. Reaching over her shoulders she pulled down both shoulder straps simultaneously. Not yet wet, the suit didn't cling to her skin like it normally did after swimming. Her nipples were still erect, however, not because of the chill water that permeated the suit after swimming, but because of the excitement in the air.
Mark watched as she stripped. Though it didn't show through the bubbling water, his cock was slowly hardening as Nancy performed her casual striptease. She tried to make it seem like it was a perfectly normal event for a married woman to come over to her gay neighbor's house for a dip in the spa.
As proud as she was of her tits, Nancy didn't bother posing and displaying for Mark, because now she was eager to get naked and join him in the water. Using her palms she rolled the remaining material over her hips and yanked the wadded up suit down and off her thighs.
And then, for just a moment, she stood at the edge of the spa and posed for him. She didn't bother going through an absurd routine of a porn star displaying herself for fans or a supermodel strutting down a catwalk, but she simply paused, one leg slightly in front of the other, shoulders back, breasts out-thrust showing they were natural and perfectly shaped--if somewhat small. Her belly was flat--she had given thought in the past to having her navel pierced like a much young woman, but couldn't compel herself to do such a thing--and her smooth abdomen sloped down to the perfectly coifed strip of hair that half-hid her pudenda from view. Nancy never admitted to anyone that she enjoyed taking the time to trim and shape her pubes and she was doubly glad that this morning she had spent the time shaving her tight curls into a perfect rectangle.
After that exquisite moment, she stepped into the spa, letting the hot water and bubbles flow over she skin. She settled back into one of the built-in seats and looked across the water at Mark.
