Sam yawned, stretched, then wrapped his hand around his morning wood and gave it a couple of gentle strokes. At 60 he still got wood every morning. When his wife had been alive she would have, once or twice a week, helped him take care of it. But she had died the year before.
6 months after her death Sam had tried dating. He hadn't been looking for a relationship, but an occasional companion to go see a movie, go to dinner and have sex with. Unfortunately the only women that Sam had met wanted to get married, move in together or get attached in some way. And none of them really wanted sex. So Sam had decided that being alone was the best thing for him to do.
After his wife died Sam had sold the big house they had lived in to his son and bought a smaller one. It had a small living room, a smaller kitchen and only one bedroom but was fully furnished so Sam could leave all his stuff to his son and his wife. It was on a double sized lot that was fenced all the way around. It sat in a community of much larger more expensive houses and seemed to be out of place because of that.
While the price had been steep, there was other things that had sold Sam on the place, there was a shop building in the back half of the lot that was three times the size of his house. It held a work shop, a small gym area and a large recreation area.
The rec area was a typical man cave. It had a large screen TV, a large leather covered sofa, a couple of over stuffed recliner chairs, several large braided rugs covering the floor, a pool table and a bar with all the accoutrements: under bar refrigerator, two beer taps, an ice maker and a bar sink. The area even had a large bathroom complete with a shower. Sam figured whom ever built the place was intent on spending more time out there then in the tiny house.
And that's exactly what he did. Even at 60 he stayed in shape so used the gym at least an hour or two a day. He also brought his computer out to the Cave (which is how he had begun to think of it) and spent most of his at home time there.
He had been in the place two months and had settled in but hadn't met any of his neighbors. He just went to work each day, stayed in his house (or more accurately in the shop) in the evenings and kept to himself. The only companion he had was Bluto, a mutt he had rescued from the pound. Bluto was ugly. He was part English bull dog and part Blue Heeler. He had the mug of a bulldog, the coloration of the Blue heeler and the mixed temperament of both.
The houses on both sides of him sat on large fenced acreage with gates and the residents kept the gates closed all the time. Sam had figured they didn't want company, so he never tried to introduce himself. He had learned that the neighbors on one side were Carl and Bernice Evans. They were older then him, in their 80's and didn't like to socialize with anyone but those in their close circle of friends. On the other side lived Brock and Olivia Carlton. Brock was an investment banker in his early forties. Olivia was a stay at home wife in her late 20's.
The disparity in age was because Brock had married her so he would have a beautiful woman on his arm when he went to functions. In essence she was a trophy wife. And she was. In college she had been on the field hockey team and a cheer leader. She was 5" 1" tall, "C" cup breasts that she never kept in a bra, red hair, green eyes with pale, flawless skin.
In other words she was gorgeous. She knew it and every guy she met knew it too. When Brock would take her to functions she was always surrounded by men wanting her attention. Most were young and handsome and some would proposition her. But Olivia always snubbed their advances. As a dutiful wife she would seek out the older, more mature and richer men, the ones who could help her husbands career.
Olivia had married Brock because she wanted to be wealthy and Brock had money, but not as much as she would have liked. So she would take every opportunity to help his career. While they got along and didn't hate each other, there really wasn't any love between the two either.
They had sex about once a month, when Brock desired it. That really wasn't enough for Olivia but she also didn't want to chance taking a lover either. She was afraid she might fall in love with someone and that would ruin the life she had so carefully planned and set up for herself. Some times an older man, one of those she flirted with to enhance her husbands career, would proposition her but she knew that they would just use her and when they had their fun, dump her. That would be dangerous for her plans and also her husbands career. So she contented herself with a selection of vibrators and other toys which she used at least once a day.
The other thing she did and loved was raising and showing pure bred Welch Terriers. She had bred several grand champions and at the present had three registered pure breed females. Since the property was fenced all the way around she would let her dogs out every day to run and exercise. She wanted to control the breeding and without a male, when the females were outside she didn't worry about them when they came into season. One particular Saturday in the spring Olivia didn't notice that one of her females was going into season as she let them out to run.
Olivia's dogs and Bluto had become acquainted and her dogs would run to the fence looking for him each time they were let out. This day Bluto saw them and ran over to greet them, only to have the female ( Fancy was her name) stick her tail end against the fence. Bluto took one whiff and went crazy whining and digging.
It didn't take him long to dig a big enough hole under the fence that Fancy could fit through. The female crawled through and within a very few seconds Bluto was humping her. Before long he had his knot in her, they were hung up and he was filling her with his mut sperm.
A short time later Olivia called her dogs, but only two of them returned to the house. She realized Fancy was the one missing. She began to walk the grounds calling Fancy's name trying to find her. As she walked along the fence separating her property from Sam's she first spotted the hole under the fence. A moment later she saw the two dogs in Sam's yard, still joined.
"No! No! No! You rotten bastard mutt! You can't breed my pure bred Fancy! You can't!"
Olivia screamed as she ran along the fence looking for a way in.
Sam was in his cave but had the door open so Bluto could come and go as he pleased when he heard Olivia screaming, but couldn't make out what she was saying. He hurried out and the first thing he saw was the two dogs locked together.
"Shit!" Was his only response.
A second later he spotted Olivia running up and down the fence trying to find a way through as she screamed cuss words at Bluto.
Sam walked toward the fence and when Olivia spotted him she screamed, "Get them apart! Your goddamn mutt is breeding my pure bred female! Get him out of her! Now!"
Sam shrugged, grinned and said, "Nothing to do now, they've already done the nasty. Besides you can't separate them until his knot goes down."
"Goddamn it!" Olivia screamed, "Your goddamn mutt has impregnated my pure bred female! I'll sue you and I'll have the court put that ugly god damn dog of yours down!"
Sam was amused at Olivia's rabid screaming.
He grinned and said, "You shouldn't have let her out while she was in season."
"Wha....what?" Olvia sputtered, "I didn't! And besides it's your responsibility to keep your foul, ugly damned dog away from mine!"
Again Sam chuckled and replied, "It appears your dog is on my property, so I'd say it's your responsibility to keep yours away from mine."
"Bastard!" She screamed, "You are a bastard!"
Sam's grin widened as he said, "That may be, but your dogs on my property, so would you like to come over here and get her? Go down the fence to the front gate. I'll open it for you."
Olivia stared daggers at him as she huffed off down the fence. Sam stepped into the house and pushed the button to open the gate. He would have liked to leave it open, but it was on an automatic timer that closed it after it had been opened and he hadn't yet taken the time to figure out how to turn that feature off. Besides that it allowed Bluto to roam the entire property without Sam having to worry about him. He watched the monitor that showed the front gate, watching Olivia enter. He waited in the back yard for her.
By the time she arrived Bluto's knot had deflated, the two dogs were separated and Bluto was sitting next to Sam licking himself. Olivia came around the corner of the house and Sam could tell she was still very, very angry. Olivia knelt and hugged her dog as Fancy ran to meet her.
Sam could just hear her say, "Did that bad, ugly, old mutt make you pregnant? I'll have that ugly little bastard's head if he did!"
Oliva stood and walked over to Sam.
"You are an asshole you know that?" She said as she stopped in front of him.
"And why exactly is that?" Sam asked with a grin.
"Because you let that ugly, worthless flea bag of a mutt breed my pure bred Fancy and probably impregnated her that's why!" Olivia snarled.
"Ugly? Yea. A Mutt? yea. Worthless? Not hardly. He's worth a lot to me. And he fucked your precious little Fancy because she was in heat and on my property." Sam said, then because he was getting irritated with her attitude added with a grin, "They both look calm and satisfied. Perhaps you should take a lesson."
"What are you insinuating?" Olivia huffed.
"You're wound up like a spring. You need to get rid of that tension. Perhaps you should go get laid so you'd be relaxed like them."
Olivia stared at Sam and was appalled and more then a bit angry at his suggestion. No matter what, she would have been angry at someone talking to her like that. Since she had married Brock no one had dared talked to her that way. All the men she knew, even the old rich ones, talked to her in a reverent way because most of them wanted to get into her panties.
So Olivia was both shocked and angry that Sam would talk to her in such a manner. Also in the back of her mind she knew he was right. She and Brock hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks. She hadn't made time to use her toys in the last few days either, so she did have a certain sexual tension built up.
"Wha...I.....you....." She stammered then a look of pure anger filled her face as she swung a slap at his face.
Sam blocked the blow then grabbed her wrist.
Olivia was shocked for a moment, then screamed "You bastard!"
