To say I'd snapped would be an understatement. What happened was too close for comfort.
I'd asked, no, begged all of them to stop the madness but none of them thought I was serious.
My wife, Carol: "Really Bill, she's just flirting. Why take it so seriously?"
The neighbor, Debbie: "Come on Billy, wouldn't you like to have a little fun now and then?"
The neighbor's husband, Mike: "She's a tease Bill that's all. It'll never go any further, and if it does, why not enjoy the ride."
I'm a mild mannered kinda guy but we all have our limits, as you will see. I've always prided myself on my ability to react well under pressure but I am by no means the aggressive sort. The other thing I'm proud of the most is my fidelity to Carol... or at least it was until I came unhinged. I fuckin' told em but they wouldn't listen.
I begged and pleaded with Debbie to back off, she flirted constantly. The looks, the touches and the never-ending sexual innuendo have been going on for years. Now that I look back, she's been that way since we met. Debbie and Carol work together so that's how we all became friends some eight years ago.
It wasn't too bad until a few months ago when she and Mike bought the house next door. Our previous neighbor, a widow, just didn't need that much space and decided to sell. Mike and Deb snapped it up as soon as it hit the market. My life has been going downhill since. Now most guys would be plumb tickled to see a beautiful big titted blonde move in next door. Me? Not so much. I like Deb and all but for Christ's sake, can't she take a break and cut me a little slack once in a while? It seems not and it's a big fucking joke to everyone but me.
Sit tight and let me unwind this mess for you. I'm Bill, happy-go-lucky CPA and all-around standup guy. Yeah, I can guess what you're thinking, white bread, oatmeal and missionary only with the lights out. Well, trust me when I say that last part is Carol's choice not mine.
Let's not dwell on my life just yet, let's move on and meet the other players.
Carol: up to now, the love of my life. We met, we dated, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. There is really not much remarkable to tell except that she can be controlling at times. Oh, and the sex, yeah it's about like oatmeal. Pretty bland and I don't get it as often as I like unless I make it myself.
Carol was raised in a strict religious home and knew little or nothing when it came to the bedroom arts. I learned soon after marrying her that sex wasn't going to be a big part of our lives so I adapted and accepted it. I took up hobbies and developed other interests to keep my mind off the infrequent sexual urges of my wife. With so much free time on my hands, I've become quite a handy guy when it comes to remodeling. I spend most of my free time at the home center and doing projects around the house.
Let's move on to Mike, he's a good guy but looking at him, you wouldn't expect a guy like him to be married to such a hotty as Deb. Mike is obviously over weight, the plain and simple truth is he's fat. He's about five foot ten and I'd guess his weight at around three twenty or so. Now, the other thing you'll notice right away about Mike and Debbie as a couple, he's nearly fifteen years her senior.
I get along well with him but I don't see him nearly as much as his wife. He's pretty much what you'd call a couch potato and while he watches TV, Deb comes to our house and visits with Carol.
That brings us to Debbie, the thorn in my foot. I really do like her but jeezus, you know, it gets tiresome rebuffing her obvious flirtations all of the time. Deb, as I have stated, is a beautiful woman. She is different than my wife in almost every department. Carol must have been in a different line when they passed out boobs, not to say that they're not nice but they don't compare to Debbie's jugs by any stretch of the imagination. Folks, we're talkin' plumbs to cantaloupes here if you get the picture.
Deb is what is referred to as voluptuous, while Carol is trim and fit. Both very nice but not the same. Where as Carol can barely fill out a pair of jeans, Deb has definite "junk in da trunk" and moves to accentuate that fact. The biggest difference however, is attitude. Carol does not act toward Mike the same way Deb does to me. Carol treats Mike as a friend only, or more like a brother or father. There have never been any implied or overt actions on either of their part.
I guess that's what bothers me about what Deb does, she looks the part and plays it so well. Now I don't know if all of this has been going on so long that nobody but me notices any more, or it's an intentional plot to drive me crazy. Maybe it's a test that Carol and Deb concocted to test my faithful nature.
The one thing I do know is it's not purely accidental or innocent in regards to Deb's blatant attempts at seduction. Debbie purposely creates situations where we are put into close proximity. As an example, the four of us went out for a few drinks. Before anything could be said or done, Debbie was sitting next to me on one side of the booth while Mike and Carol were forced to take the other seat.
Oh there's more, Mike and my wife were seated a respectful distance apart. Deb on the other hand was almost in my lap. I looked at Carol for some indication of jealousy, she just chatted with Deb like I wasn't even there.
At one point, I was forced out onto the dance floor. Christ almighty, Debbie was grinding her crotch so hard on my leg I'm sure she had to have had an orgasm. When I returned red faced and embarrassed to the table, Carol and Mike were talking about something they had both watched on the discovery channel. They hadn't seen a thing, or worse, maybe they didn't care.
Now I'd be lying if I said Deb's dirty dancing didn't affect me, I was more than a little hard. I spent the rest of the evening prying Debbie's roving hands away from my unintentionally hard dick while Carol and Mike talked away about the ozone depletion.
At home later that night, I was ready to beg for a little attention from my wife. When she came to bed wearing her flannel pajamas I knew it wasn't going to happen. I went to the bathroom and made oatmeal.
I decide to talk to Carol about what was going on. She gave me the courtesy of listening before she laughed it off.
"She's harmless Bill, just ignore it."
"Harmless my ass, someday Carol, someday she's going to go too far," I huffed.
I'd had that same talk with my wife many times before, I gave in to the fact that she just didn't care. I decided right then and there I would talk to Mike one more time and if he wouldn't stop his wife then I would, one way or the other. I was fed up. I had no idea how I was going to stop her but I would, yes I would, of that I was certain.
Mike was about as much help as I'd expected, even less so than my wife. One thing I learned was he seemed to be in favor of all the flirting. In some perverse way, Mike was the beneficiary of what was going on between Deb and I. Mike got the best sex of his life after his wife's attempts to fuck me. This was fucked up, I was doing all the work, kind of, and he was getting laid.
"Bill, you should quit worrying. Just enjoy the attention," he rationalized.
"Aren't you even the slightest bit worried she'll go too far?"
"As long as she comes home to me wet and horny, I'm cool with it."
All this chaos was almost more than I could handle, my life is orderly, coulombs and numbers that add up, and it all balanced. None of this situation made a bit of sense to me. I tried to analyze what was going to happen, it was going to be bad, you can't cheat the numbers. It was three against one, Deb liked to flirt, one for their side. Mike just laid back and let the wet pussy come his way, two for their side. Carol, she didn't seem to give a shit, well, fuck em all, it was time for this shit to come to a head.
Saturday, eight AM, I was up and at em, doing chores in the back yard. I saw Debbie tanning on her deck, she was wearing a bikini. She spotted me, I gave a less than enthusiastic wave back. I continued to mow the lawn.
A few laps around the yard latter, I noticed she had gone into the house. "Good," I thought, "leave me the hell alone."
The next lap she was back, ok, no big deal right? Wrong, she was now sporting a new outfit. It consisted of a pair of high heel shoes and a one-inch by two-inch patch of hair above her otherwise clean shaven cunt. Yes, I said cunt, would you prefer the term vagina? Now tell me that I'm making too much of all this.
Luckily I was finished with the yard work. I stood under the shower head letting the icy water pour over me for nearly twenty minutes. Shit, it had no effect at all, I was hard as an anvil. Carol came into the bathroom as I was drying off, she never once took her eyes off my swollen cock as she hung fresh towels on the rack. I knew better than to suggest sex at nine o'clock in the morning, it had never happened ever in our entire time together. I continued as if she wasn't there.
Carol informed me, rather than asked, that Debbie and Mike would be having dinner with us that evening. Carol could tell from my expression that she hadn't made my day.
"What the hell is wrong with you Bill, they're our friends," she said harshly.
Shit, Debbie was the last person on earth I wanted to see. I'd spent all morning trying to get her naked body off my mind. Now my wife tells me I have to spend the evening with her too. I felt crowded, as if I was being pushed into a corner.
My mood soured but Carol didn't even attempt to find out why. This must have been how Gary Cooper felt in the movie High Noon. A man pushed to the edge, nowhere to run and no one willing to lend a hand. My day of reckoning was nearing with each tic of the clock. Maybe that's a bit over dramatic but shit, that's the way it felt to me.
Shortly after Mike and Deb's arrival, we were at the table eating. I shifted the food around my plate as the others ate and enjoyed themselves. Debbie started in almost immediately, as she began rubbing my leg under the table with her bare foot. I didn't budge, why bother, she was coming at me and no one else gave a shit. Let her come, let's just see how fucking far this thing will go. My decision was made and I was not backing down any more.
With dinner behind us, Mike was suddenly making excuses to get back home. "His couch must be calling," I thought to myself. With him out of the way Debbie would begin to amp up the volume soon.
"Bill, would you grab another bottle of wine please," Carol asked.
She was finishing the dinner dishes as Debbie watched.
Almost immediately Deb said, "I'll go with you Bill, I'd like to see how the basement turned out."
