Adam woke up to the loud noise of heavy metal coming from the neighbor's backyard. It was Saturday morning, and his wife Julia rolled on the mattress by his side and looked at him.
"We have to do something about that noise," she mumbled.
Adam rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm gonna talk to Joe again," he replied.
"I doubt that will help," she noted sarcastically.
Adam mentally agreed with his wife. Their neighbor Joe was a tough nut to crack. The man was a brutish Marine in his fifties, grumpy and divorced, and he owned an intimidating set of speakers he used for playing loud rock. Adam had politely asked Joe to lower the volume, and tried to convince him to play something quieter, but the asshole still played the heaviest music regularly.
Julia walked out of bed and closed the window to block some of the sound. She leaned on, jiggling her bubble butt in white panties and covering her breasts with one arm. When she turned around to grab a bra, her pink nipples waved left and right. Her naturally large breasts contrasted with her flat belly and her small waist. Her dark blonde hair was wavy and a little messy.
"I'll make breakfast and you go talk to that man," she suggested.
Adam walked outside and immediately regretted not changing clothes. It was a warm summer morning, but he felt exposed in his boxer shorts and tank top. If he wanted to intimidate Joe, he would have to hide his pale arms and average proportions. But it was too late after he rang the bell in front of his neighbor's door.
He waited for two minutes and got no answer, so he pressed the button again. Two more minutes passed, until he heard a rumbling inside and some heavy footsteps. The door was opened, and Joe appeared with an angry face. His massive, tattooed arms were exposed in a dirty wife beater that was vulgarly stretched by his fat belly. His large boxer shorts showcased his tree trunk legs and a big, indecent bulge.
"What the hell do you want again?" the man asked, with a deep, raspy tone. His large frame towered over Adam.
"Uh, I... I'm sorry to bother you, sir," Adam stuttered, "but your music is very loud again."
"That's not my problem, little guy. I told you to get a taller fence," replied Joe, looking at Adam from top to bottom with a mean-spirited gaze.
Adam felt an angry fire light up in his chest, but he decided to remain calm. He was dealing with a man old enough to be his father, and a troubled one.
"Sir, I already reinforced our fence, but your music is very loud and aggressive," he explained.
"You didn't solve the problem. You people don't know how to solve anything these days," he said impatiently. He approached Adam closely and looked down at him. "And my music is in fact loud and aggressive. Is that a problem, pussycat?"
Adam took a deep, nervous breath. He had to admit Joe was rather intimidating, and he wondered what a Marine could do to him.
"Look... I think we started on the wrong foot," he began saying meekly.
"Oh, yeah. You definitely did," mocked Joe quickly.
Adam had a sudden idea.
"Look, would you like to have a calm conversation so we can solve this? My wife is making breakfast. Would you join us?"
Joe raised his eyebrows and suddenly smirked.
"Your wife, huh? That sexy thing. Are you sure you want me around her?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
The man chuckled and shook his head.
"You know what? Yes, I'd like to have breakfast with you and your wife," he said, with a strange, ironic tone.
"Perfect," said Adam, relaxing a little bit, "come with me, please."
Adam thought he could handle the situation if Joe calmed down and if Julia also presented her opinion. He opened the door of his house for the man, and guided him to the kitchen. When they entered the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat - he had forgotten that Julia was wearing nothing but a small bra and white panties. She stirred the bacon next to the stove and turned around abruptly, wiggling her fat tits for all to see.
Joe whistled and opened a smug grin.
"Wow, what do we have here?" he said, putting one arm over Adam's shoulder and tapping him on the back.
Julia jumped a little and her skin became red with embarrassment. She stared at Adam inquiringly.
"Babe, I'm sorry, I forgot you were..." said Adam quickly.
"Careful, sweetheart. Don't burn the bacon," continued Joe, inspecting Julia's body from her tits to her plump thighs. He approached Adam's ear and whispered. "Thanks for the view, buddy."
Adam ignored Joe's dirty provocation and walked between him and his wife.
"Honey, I invited Joe to eat breakfast with us, so we can have a conversation about the noise," explained Adam.
"Oh, I see," said Julia meekly, her eyes bulging at Joe's boxer shorts.
Adam noticed the man's package seemed to be growing as he stared more and more at his wife's naked skin. Julia turned around again and took care of the bacon. Her round ass cheeks glistened in the morning sun.
"Adam, can you watch the bacon while I find something to wear?" she asked awkwardly.
"Oh, there's no need for that," said Joe, walking toward Julia. His large frame dwarfed her dainty features. "You look comfortable in these," he grabbed her hand and caressed it casually while staring at her tits up close.
Julia released a small gasp and tried to move away.
"Sir, this is very inappropriate," said Adam angrily.
"Shut up, pussy boy," replied Joe, keeping his gaze on Julia's breasts.
The man raised a hand and grabbed one tit casually, as if that was the natural thing to do. His massive palm caressed her breast, like measuring an object.
"Get off me, you sick fuck," moaned Julia, grabbing the man's arms and trying to push him away.
"Ooh, watch your tongue, lady," said Joe, with a condescending tone. He moved his arms to the small of her back and pulled her into his gigantic arms.
Adam finally lost his temper and walked toward the bastard. He applied several hits to his massive back. The man didn't seem to move an inch. In fact, he didn't even react.
"Is that all you got?" said Joe nonchalantly.
He turned around and faced Adam with a smug gaze. Adam thought Joe looked like a big, angry dog, and now his face was red with sexual aggression.
Joe released a big burp in his face.
