by J K Chubbs
“No!” I called back as I tried to get back into the game. I hated yard work and Bianca knew that. I kept my eyes trained on the TV, but the score was already getting out of hand. So my mind was starting to wander a bit as I watched the next batter step up to the plate. “So, how do you know he’s single?”
“What?”
“The neighbor…”
“Chad?”
“Okay, yeah, Chad, how do you know he’s single?” I asked as I watched the ball fly out of the field and deep into the stands. It was a crazy hit, but I was focused on Bianca and Chad.
“Oh, he stopped by for a minute to borrow some sugar for his coffee,” Bianca had a wicked smile on her face. She was looking down at the table in front of her, but she knew that I was watching her. “We talked for a little while. He’s a general contractor, and he’s planning to refinish the Thompson’s old house and flip it for a big profit.”
“Oh,” I said as I watched my wife glow as she talked about this man who was moving in next door. I couldn’t help the feelings of jealousy as the passed through my body. It was always a warm feeling, and I could feel a sense of urgency, like I needed to go please her before she tried to get away.
I got off the couch and Bianca laughed as she started to run away. “What are you doing?” She teased as I followed her down the hall. “I thought you wanted to watch the game?” Bianca stopped on a dime and then spun around. I stopped and her pointer finger was nearly in my eye. “One condition, I have to get there first.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, ready to agree to anything.
“Or I am adding the outdoor chores to that list.” That sly smile had come back to Bianca’s face. She was going to win this bet. I knew it before I even agreed, but I agreed anyway. I was past the point of caring.
“All right, remember, you promised,” Bianca warned as she slowly walked backwards into the bedroom. She was moving just out of arms reach as she stripped her clothes off of her beautiful body. Bianca had stayed in the same shape that she was in college. The former cheerleader was still that perfect hourglass.
I lunged for her, and she spun away from me, swaying her hips seductively as she walked to the bedroom. It was unbearable torture to watch her walk away. “You should’ve seen Chad,” Bianca said as she walked into the bathroom at the other side of the bed. She closed the door on me.
“He was wearing tight jeans, and a tight, white t-shirt,” Bianca called out through the door. “I could see all of his muscles as they stretched the fabric.” She came out of the bathroom and walked right past me. “He had a real confident look about him. He looked like a man who could really get stuff down.”
I could feel it working again. I wanted to prove to her that I was that kind of man too. I knew that I couldn’t pull off the tight jeans look anymore. I had put on a bit of weight since college. I wasn’t fat, but I had added what I called, ‘a candy coating,’ to the muscular body that I once had. My 70 hour weeks didn’t leave much time for the gym.
“He had those piercing blue eyes that just drive a girl crazy,” Bianca said as she bent over and put her hands against the edge of the bed.
She normally didn’t like this position. I was surprised; normally any from behind action was saved for my birthday. I got behind her and placed a hand on the deliciously soft skin of her hip. I was lining myself up to push inside.
“I could see a huge bulge in his pants,” Bianca said as the head of my manhood grazed the back of her thigh.
“Uhhhh!”
“Mow the lawn and trim the hedge!” Bianca laughed as she left me standing there ejaculating onto the floor. She crawled up onto the bed and laid down on her back. “But you have some chores to do for me first.” Bianca teased.
I walked over to the bed as she grabbed my ears and pulled them down into her crotch. I started to lick, and she started to moan, but she wasn’t moaning my name. Bianca was taking the game further than normal, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I started to feel very small, but I was licking at her hungrily. The more she moaned for Chad, the harder I went.
“Chhhaaad!” Bianca cried out as she shook and crushed my head between her thighs.
Chapter Two
The morning started out on the wrong note. “I can’t believe you’re giving up,” Bianca snapped as I walked out of the house. I had finished the other chores on her indoor list, but I hadn’t been able to fix the sink.
“I will buy you a new sink,” I said as I closed the door behind me. I didn’t know much about plumbing. It was not something that I had ever claimed to know a lot about.
Bianca’s father always did his own repairs, and she really thought that it was an important part of my job as her husband. My dad hired people to do his repairs, and I felt like as long as it got done, who cares how it happened. It had been a problem for us. It seems like a very little point, but we had argued over repairs quite a bit during our marriage.
“Hey neighbor,” the deep voice surprised me and I jumped back against the house. “Sorry, little guy.”
“No, no problem.” I said as I walked over and tried to regain my composure. Chad stuck out his hand and I grabbed it as firmly as I could, but my hand didn’t fit all the way to the other edge of his hand. Chad’s massive hand crushed down, and I tried not to wince.
“I just moved in next door.” Chad smiled a big, white grin at me. He was at least 6’6” and 250lbs. He had blond, curly hair and he did have the ice blue eyes that Bianca loved. My eyes were brown, and I was 5’10” and I was feeling almost childlike as I tried to get my hand out of that vice-like grip.
“Yes, Bianca was telling me,” I sighed as I finally got my hand back. I wanted to rub it, but I didn’t want to let Chad know how much that hurt. I gritted my teeth and forced out a smile.
“Yeah, Bianca…great girl,” Chad said. I felt like I had been affronted. Just the way he said her name was making me uncomfortable, but coupled with the look on his face, it was nearly unbearable. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t, I just stood there.
“Yeah, Bianca,” I repeated. “She said you were flipping the house and moving away.”
“Oh, there’s a lot I want to do to it,” Chad nodded to himself as he spoke and looked over at his house. “I’ll likely be here awhile. Bianca said you work a lot of hours.”
Why would she tell him that? I wondered as I tried to maintain my composure. “Yeah, I’m a lawyer. I have a few big clients that keep me hopping.”
“Well, you must be doing great to be living here,” Chad said as he switched the conversation to the house, and the neighborhood. As soon as we got the conversation off of Bianca I was fine. I actually started to enjoy talking to Chad. He seemed like a good guy.
We talked about sports, and college ball, and politics. I was laughing and feeling good about Chad as I went to do the chores form the lost bet. I went into the toolshed and pulled out the mower. I had at least two hours of work ahead of me. I was dreading it. I normally paid the kid down the road to do it, but this time Bianca had demanded that I do it personally.
When everything was done I headed back into the house. I was quiet, because I didn’t want to hear any more about the sink. I knew that Bianca was still going to be fuming about having to hire a plumber. I listened carefully to try and figure out what part of the house she was in. I heard her giggling in the kitchen, I assumed she was on the phone, and I started walking the other way.
“And that’s how simple it is,” the voice made me freeze in my tracks. It was Chad’s voice.
“How come my husband can’t do that for me?” Bianca asked.
I started walking slowly toward the kitchen. I didn’t want to see what I thought I was going to see, but at the same time, I really did want to see it. In fact I had to see it.
“Not all men are as gifted as I am,” Chad said as he laughed. He was laughing at me in his deep manly voice. I could feel the shame moving through me. My dick throbbing so hard it felt like it was trying to rip free of my pan
ts. “Next time call me first so I don’t have to fix his screw ups.”
I got to the edge of the kitchen entry way and I peeked around the corner. I could see their feet. They were laying close together on the kitchen floor. I peeked quickly around the corner and saw that they had their heads under the sink. I was a little relieved as I pressed back against the wall. They were just fixing the sink. Chad and Bianca were both talking about my lack of skills in the plumbing department.
“The kitchen is not the only room I get let down in,” Bianca said, letting the innuendo drip off of her tongue. I was not the only one who picked up on her meaning.
“Well,” Chad said, and then they started giggling together. I could see their feet moving around. Chad’s large shoe went right over both of Bianca’s legs
I wanted to charge into the kitchen, but I was ready to burst. I took a step and the rubbing of my penis against my pants stopped me in my tracks. I tried to grab it to stop the rubbing, but my hand just made things worse. I bit my lip to muffle the sound as I got there right in my pants. I could feel the slimy goo as it dripped down my leg.
“I’m a married woman,” Bianca said as she got to her feet. She went to leave the room, and I was standing right there. Hunched over with a wet mark down the front of my pants. She saw me as she was about to walk out of the room. She smiled deviously at me.
“You know,” Bianca said as she turned back to Chad. “If you have no plans for dinner tonight, I would love to make you a dinner. A thank you for being my handy man dinner.”
“Yeah, well I was going to eat some macaroni and cheese,” Chad said.
“Well, what do you want to eat?” Bianca purred the words. She was walking around the kitchen, and her hips were swaying once again. I could feel my blood rushing back, I wasn’t normally able to get hard again so quickly. There was something about hiding around the corner and watching these two that was driving me wild.
“I want something I can really sink my teeth into,” Chad was nearly growling as he followed Bianca around the room with his eyes. “Will your husband be okay with me coming to dinner?”
“Oh, he’s really going to enjoy it,” Bianca laughed, she looked over to where I was standing. I backed away and ran down the hall as quietly as I could. I could still hear them talking, but I was not going to let Chad see me like this. I got to the bedroom and got into the shower as quickly as I could.
Chapter Three
“You need to stay out of the kitchen,” Bianca said as she got dinner ready.
We hadn’t talked about the incident in the kitchen. She had been busy running around since I got out of the shower. I had tried to talk to her several times, and chickened out each time. Finally I went downstairs and tried to get some paperwork done. I stared blankly at the papers for two hours before deciding to try and get a drink of water in the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I tried to get past her and into the kitchen. Bianca was smacking at me with the spatula in a flirty, teasing way as I tried to get by. Her eyes were lit up, and she seemed much more playful than usual.
“Just go sit in the living room and watch the game,” Bianca said with a wink. “I am taking care of dinner. I have a special surprise for you tonight.”
Normally this would be a great offer. I would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but I was sure that it was a trap somehow. After everything that I had seen and heard, I was sure that Bianca was up to something and the suspense was driving me crazy. I sat back on the couch, and reached for the remote.
“Honey!” I called. “Where’s the remote?” There was no response. Bianca seemed to be humming to herself.
“I’ll get it!” Bianca cried out as she ran from the kitchen. She led Chad into the living room by the hand and guided him to the stop right beside me on the couch. I gasped as he pushed me into the side of the couch.
“Oh, sorry little guy,” Chad laughed as he moved over. I nodded wordlessly, I tried to say something, but I had noticed that Bianca was letting her legs touch Chad’s as she stood over him. She looked small normally, but she looked even smaller next to this giant of a man.
“Do you need a water, coffee, beer?” Bianca asked. She hadn’t even let go of his hand yet.
I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. I couldn’t even raise my head to look directly at them. I was looking at their hands, and their legs. I couldn’t believe that I was really seeing this. I took a quick peek up at Bianca and saw her smile. I knew that smile, but I had never seen it directed at someone else.
“Beer,” Chad said as he sat back on the couch.
Bianca brought him out a beer and the remote for the TV. I looked at her in disbelief, but before I could say anything she had left the room. She was walking fast and still humming away happily. Chad cracked open his beer and then sat back on the couch. I was about to sit back too, but he threw his free arm over the back of the couch. I didn’t want to sit back against it, so I stayed over at the edge of my seat.
“What service,” Chad laughed as he sipped his beer. He put his feet up on my coffee table. I was getting very upset. I was uncomfortable, and thirsty, but I couldn’t say anything. The words wouldn’t come out. There was something about him that just put me in my place.
Every time I tried to speak I could hear the two of them giggling about how I wasn’t much of a man. In fact everything that I had witnessed in the kitchen earlier that day was playing on a constant loop in my head. I could see his leg going over top of her. I still didn’t know what happened after I left to go clean up.
“So, who do you think is going to win?” Chad’s words snapped me out of the funk I had settled into. “The game,” he said as I stared at him blankly.
“Oh,” I said as I looked over at the screen. “I…uh…Green Bay,” I mumbled as I stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?” Chad laughed as he pointed out that he was watching the college game. I was already out of the room, but I could hear him thunderously laughing. “I thought you knew football?”
“What is going on here?” I demanded an answer of Bianca as she walked around me. I followed her staring at her and asking the question over, and over.
She turned on me quickly. “What happened this afternoon?” Bianca’s face was deadpan, but it widened into a smile as my eyes went to my shoes. Bianca put her dirty spatula on my chin to raise my eyes to hers. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want this too.”
I tried to look away, but she grabbed my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I could hear my voice, and I knew that I sounded like a grumpy toddler.
“He knows what I’m talking about.” I crumpled over as the spatula hit against my crotch. I was throbbing, and as the sharp pain receded it was replaced by intense pleasure. I tried to control myself, but it was going wild. I could hear Bianca moving around, but I was trying to get think about other things and get myself stopped. I finally got the throbbing calmed down and then I looked up to see Bianca and Chad both smiling at me.
“Watch this,” Bianca said as she walked over to me with a big grin on.
“Don’t, no…” I tried to back away.
Bianca grabbed on hard and gave a yank. I fell to my knees and tried to cover myself as I throbbed and groaned. I had just ruined my second pair of pants that day. I could hear them both laughing at me, and talking about it, but then the laughing stopped.
I looked up as their lips met. Chad was kissing my wife in the kitchen and I was curled up on the floor sitting in my own puddle. I started to whimper. I couldn’t help it, the sound just came out as I watched them. “Oh, all right,” Bianca groaned. “It’s time for supper anyway.”
I got up off the floor, and with my head hung low, I headed for the bedroom. I was going to change my pants. I felt cold and slimy.
“Where are you going?” Bianca asked.
“I was going to get changed,” I said with my head still drooping.
“No, just get to the tabl
e,” Bianca said. That’s when I noticed that her hand was gently stroking the front of Chad’s jeans. He smiled widely at me as he saw me notice.
“I’m too hungry to wait much longer,” Chad said as he went to the table. He went right to my spot at the head of the table. Bianca looked at me like she dared me to say something. I went to a chair at the side of the table.
Bianca brought out two plates. She set them down and then went to get Chad another beer. I was still thirsty as she ignored my request for a beer, and grabbed a seat with her plate. Bianca and I had sausages, it was one of my favorite meals, but I could see that Chad had a huge T-bone steak on his plate. I looked over at Bianca, but Bianca and Chad didn’t take their eyes off each other as they ate.