The neighborhood cock tease messes with the wrong man and gets what's coming to her. There are elements of BDSM here, so be warned.
Ben Dorgan was a career Navy man. Chief Petty Officer on an Aegis Cruiser, Ben was days away from going out for his final deployment at sea. Ben was a handsome but unassuming man, just over six feet and more fit than most of the sailors under his charge twenty years his junior. A triathelete, Ben worked out constantly, and was preparing for his sixth IronMan Triathalon in Hawaii.
Besides working out, Ben's other passion was working with his hands. Ben was a genius with a wrench in his hands. He was the go-to guy on his ship whenever something broke- his Commanding Officer had even loaned him out to other ships in need of his services.
Ben had been divorced for several years, and had two grown children who occasionally visited him. While at home, Ben liked to work restoring cars. He was currently working on a '69 Mustang he had bought from a ship mate, and things were going well. Ben had a large workshop behind his house, and had pulled the engine from the 'Stang so he could do bodywork to restore some of the rusted undercarriage.
Morgan Bryant was a married woman with two children. In her early thirties, Morgan was going through a bit of a crisis. Try as she might, she realized that she was slowly losing the battle to maintain her youth. She still had an incredible figure, but hated the little creases that were starting to show around her eyes. She was very self-critical, as she had always been a show-stopper. Morgan was used to having men swoon over her, and that was happening less often than she preferred.
So, she shifted gears. Morgan didn't think twice about watering her yard in her bikini. She not only flirted visually, she teased men with comments and double-entendres designed to raise blood pressure and erections. Morgan wouldn't hesitate to discuss her latest wax job with a neighbor, talking about how the process made her so red and sensitive that she could barely keep her panties on.
Three houses down the street, Ben Dorgan was one of Morgan's favorite targets to flirt with. Ben had a mature strength about him that appealed to Morgan, and a rock-hard body too. Morgan's husband James travelled a lot, and had let himself go, developing a spare tire and a nasty attitude as he was passed over repeatedly for promotions in his job.
Over the years since his marriage ended, Ben had had several girl friends. Ben liked it that way- divorce was too damned expensive to do again. He never lacked for female companionship whenever he wanted it, and liked his quiet life of training and working on his cars. The Navy had been Ben's mistress for decades.
James Bryant was a disturbance. He liked to come down and talk and drink Ben's beer and mess up Ben's immaculate shop. One of the reasons Ben had spent $45,000 on a shop out back of his house was so that James couldn't walk into his garage and bother him like had been going on for years. James was a bore, but there was one thing that bothered Ben more than James.
That was James' wife Morgan. Ben had divorced when his wife began fucking the neighbors while he was out at sea. Ben had hospitalized the man who he'd caught in bed with his wife when he returned early from a cruise when he lived in California. The only thing that kept Ben from doing time for breaking the man's jaw, cheekbones, four ribs and his left arm was the fact that the city councilman who was banging his wife was up for re-election and didn't want the bad publicity that Ben promised him if he pressed charges.
Since then, Ben had moved across the country to North Carolina, and told himself that he'd never inflict that kind of ruin on anyone else. There were so many opportunities for single women that Ben just couldn't see doing a married woman.
And that was why Morgan Bryant bothered Ben so much. Morgan had passed the flirt stage over a year ago, and was now solidly into cockteasing Ben. He thought she was gorgeous, but didn't want the trouble. So, he passed on the numerous opportunities that Morgan had presented him with.
Working in his backyard workshop, Ben was pondering his future. He had made several good investments, the kids had graduated from college, and he ex had recently remarried. These factors and the extra money he made from selling his restored cars left Ben in a solid financial position. But since his 25 years with the Navy were coming to an end, he was a little perturbed thinking about what he was going to do with himself in a few months.
As he grinded out the bottom of the Mustang he thought about opening a bar. What could he name it? The.... The.... There was an idea that was lurking just below the surface of his subconscious that was just about ready to pop out. The perfect name for the bar would be.... Would be....
And then the bell rang, and Ben lost the idea. "Shit." Ben set the grinder down, and went to the front to see who was responsible for his losing the best idea he'd had for years.
Walking down the street in her Daisy Dukes, white bikini top and high heeled sandals, Morgan Bryant swept her brown hair back and took a deep breath. "God, I hope he doesn't have a shirt on again," she thought to herself. Besides an amazing physique, there was something about Dan that Morgan found irresistible. That he'd never made a pass at her despite her best efforts bothered Morgan to no end. No quitter, her husband Jerry had inadvertently provided her with an excuse to try again at seducing Ben.
Morgan Bryant was at the door. "Ben, here's the socket set that James borrowed from you... I hope you didn't miss it. What's my handsome neighbor working on today?" Ben took a deep breath and a look at the magnificent MILF in front of him, and decided that he wasn't so pissed about losing the idea after all. He couldn't see himself tending bar anyway- he hated drunks.
"Working on a Mustang, Miz Bryant"
"Don't you Miz me, Ben Dorgan. I want to be just Morgan to you, sailor. Can I see what you've got?"
Another one of those double entendres that Morgan always had for him. 'Yeah, Morgan, here's what I've got' and whipping out his cock is what Ben thought.... But then he said, "OK, it's out back."
As they walked through the short hallway that led to the back, Morgan noticed Ben's home was spotless and surprisingly well decorated. "You sure you don't have a woman that does all this, Ben?"
"Nope, just little 'ol me, Morgan."
"Well, you should have a woman to take care of things for you," Morgan replied, tossing her hair back and giving Ben her best over-the-shoulder smile.
Looking down at Morgan's tight asscheeks popping out of the bottoms of her shorts, Ben thought, "And I'd like to take care of that ass....", but again thought, "No, buddy, she's hitched, leave that shit alone." "I do all right by myself, Morgan."
