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My wife Mai and I had just bought our first house for our little family. Our next door neighbors Rick and Cheryl were a couple in their early 50s while we were still in our late 20s. Rick was the kind of neighbor who would show up offering help and refuse to take money. When he invited me for a round of golf, I couldn’t say no.
That’s how I learned he could be crude about women, especially after a few beers. He’d nod toward a female golfer ahead of us and say, “Check out that skirt. I bet she gives us a show when she tees up.” The beverage cart girl was “a little hottie.” Even a husband and wife pairing didn’t escape. “Look at the rack on her. You know hubby’s fucking them titties every night.” I’d just laugh and shake my head.
So I probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was by what happened while I was at work one day.
I came home and found Mai in the garden.
“Rick came by earlier,” she said. “To help with the mulch.”
“That was nice of him.”
“Well… he gave me a hug before he left. His hands went all the way down to my butt.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“Yes. It wasn’t an accident.”
That night, after our toddler son Luke was asleep, I finally told her what I’d been thinking.
“I think it’s kind of hot that Rick grabbed your ass.”
“Isn’t he your friend?” she asked, surprised.
“More like a friendly neighbor.”
We hadn’t fully committed to the lifestyle yet, but we’d already had a taste of it. “Remember the cruise? Maybe it could happen again… with Rick.”
“I’m not even attracted to him.”
Rick was older, soft around the middle, and the risk of actually losing her to him felt almost nonexistent. It felt safe. She insisted she wasn’t interested, but the intensity of the sex we had that night told a different story.
A few days later, Mai mentioned running into Rick again. She told me what they’d talked about, but it was clear the hug didn’t bother her anymore. If anything, the small smile she had suggested she was starting to enjoy his attention more than she wanted to admit.
I’d also noticed Rick had been avoiding me since the incident. A few weeks later, I caught him out in his yard as I was pulling into the driveway.
“Hey, Rick,” I called out.
He looked up like he’d been hoping I wouldn’t see him. “Oh, hey there, buddy.”
“What’ve you been up to?”
“Not much. You just getting off work?”
“Yeah. Long day.”
We made small talk for a minute, both dancing around the obvious tension. Finally, I cut through it.
“You wanna come in for a beer?”
Rick hesitated, looking almost confused, but eventually nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
We walked into the house together. Mai was on the living room floor with Luke. She looked up when she heard the door, expecting just me, and her expression flickered when she noticed Rick trailing behind. She was in her usual home outfit, short cotton shorts and a cropped tank top that teased a sliver of her bare stomach. With Rick standing there, the outfit suddenly looked far more revealing than it ever had before.
“Oh… hi, Rick,” she said, her voice carrying a nervous edge as she shot me a questioning look.
“Hey, babe. I invited Rick in for a drink. Can you grab us a couple beers?”
Mai looked hesitant, but she was ever the gracious host. She nodded and disappeared into the kitchen while Rick and I settled onto the sofa.
“Been out to the course lately?” I asked.
“Nah. Haven’t had time.”
His eyes drifted toward the kitchen. Mai returned with two cold beers and gave me another deliberate glance before excusing herself to tend to Luke.
As she walked away, I watched Rick’s eyes drop straight to her ass. Her long, smooth legs looked incredibly sexy in those tiny shorts, and the thin strip of bare skin above her waistband was impossible to ignore. He caught himself after a beat and reached for his beer, and I pretended I hadn’t seen it.
Mai stayed hidden in the bedroom, so after a few minutes I went to check on her. She was sitting on the edge of our bed, while Luke was on the floor with his toys.
“Why don’t you come hang out with us?” I asked from the doorway.
She gave me a sharp look and her voice dropped to a whisper. “What’s he doing here?”
I sat down beside her, also lowering my voice. “Remember what we talked about? I thought maybe you could fool around with him a little.”
She glanced at Luke on the floor, then back at me. “Like how? I can’t do that with our son in the house. You want him to think his mom’s a slut?”
Hearing her say the word sent a powerful jolt through me.
“I’ll take him to the playground.”
Her breath caught. “Is this really what you want?”
“Only if you want it too,” I said softly. “I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”
She bit her bottom lip, glancing nervously toward the hallway. I could see the conflict in her eyes, nerves battling against that hidden spark I’d noticed growing in her these past few weeks.
“Just go out there and have a drink with him. I’m okay with whatever happens.”
She let out a slow breath, looking for one last reason to say no. “What about Cheryl?”
“She won’t find out. Besides, Rick told me he and Cheryl don’t have sex anymore.”
The hesitation finally melted away, and a small smile spread across her face. She stood up, took a deep breath, and followed me back to the living room.
Rick was still on the sofa with his beer. He looked up when we came in and started to stand.
“Listen, I should probably go.”
“Stay,” I said. “Mai will keep you company. I’m gonna take Luke outside.”
He looked at me. Then he looked at her and slowly sat back down.
I took Luke and headed out toward the neighborhood playground. My mind wouldn’t stop racing the entire time. I kept picturing Rick on the sofa and Mai standing in front of him in those tiny shorts and crop top. I kept imagining what they were doing, each version of it worse than the last. Panic and jealousy churned inside me, but the deep arousal underneath kept pushing me forward.
After almost an hour, the sun had set and I had to get Luke back. We came up the walkway in the dark, and I heard her before we got to the door. Through the living room window, Mai’s moans rang out sharp and loud, the sounds of my wife totally letting go.
I froze, completely captivated.
“Daddy? Is mommy okay?”
“Yeah, buddy,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Mommy’s fine. Let’s give her some privacy.”
We walked back and forth in front of the house, my eyes darting to the front door each time we passed. I couldn’t hear them from the sidewalk, but the sound was still repeating in my head.
Finally, the door opened.
Rick stepped out onto the porch, still catching his breath. His face was flushed and sweaty, his hair out of place. He saw me at the end of the walkway and stopped, like he hadn’t quite worked out what he was going to say.
I held his gaze and asked calmly, “How was that drink?”
“Uh… good. Real good,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He looked at me like he couldn’t quite believe I was standing there.
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
He nodded, glanced down at Luke at my side, and looked away quickly. A look of guilt crossed his face. “I should get back. Cheryl’s probably wondering where I am.”
He walked past me and across the strip of grass between our houses.
I lingered on the sidewalk a minute longer, giving Mai a few moments to compose herself before taking my son back inside to see his mom.