Behind the Neighbor's Door Pt. 01

This is the start of a new series which will likely be defined as a slow burn.

It contains themes of cuckoldry, cheating, and the like, if you have a problem with that then I recommend skipping this series in its entirety. See ya around!

*

"Shit, I forgot the eggs in the car!" Grace Harris said, just as she had stepped through the door into their fairly new apartment hallway.

"I need my goddamn eggs, woman!" Nolan Buckle roared, playing up the stereotype of a trad-husband with the added rage of someone who had his meal 2 seconds late. Grace simply giggled, seeing right through him, spinning on her heels, waving her long neon blonde hair around in the process. And granting Nolan a nice ol' view of his girlfriend's amazing butt clad in skin-tight blue jeans.

Grace Harris and Nolan Bickle had been dating for a few years, but they finally found a decent apartment in the same town where they had both gone to college, Courtington, Indiana. Nolan had originally hoped that they'd move to a proper city, but as they had been browsing for suitable apartments in Nolan's cramped dorm room, it dawned on them how expensive that would be, especially as Grace worked as a gardener and Nolan was factory-new in his sales job.

The price ranges in the bigger cities Nolan that had hoped for, were sadly way out of their current price range. Plus, Nolan suspected it was mostly him who was gungho on moving away, as Grace sort of liked the small-town feel of Courtington. The opportunity of a big city was alluring for Nolan and his ambition, but if Grace liked it here, having just gotten herself a steady and exciting job as a gardener, he'd endure for a while.

So, instead of moving to the big city, Grace and Nolan found a decently sized, decently priced apartment in a small complex just outside town. Fourth floor with no one above, and just one neighbor to their left. There were two bedrooms, one could act as a home office for Nolan if needed, one and a half baths, a decent living room, and a nice balcony with prime-time sun conditions.

When they found the apartment online, one of the main features that drew them in was the amount of sunlight they would get, especially as Grace was very much an outdoorsy person. According to the rental agency, they would have sun from it rose till it set, which was a huge win for Grace, and inadvertently Nolan's, as she loved to soak those sun rays. And there was this matted wall between the balconies which meant that she could do so in more or less her own privacy too. They only had one neighbor also, and the opposite part of the complex was at the entrance side of the building anyway, meaning their balcony faced a treeline instead, so that wouldn't really be a problem either.

So this apartment became their home. They moved in over the new year, wanting to start the year fresh in their brand-new home. Their home. The significance of that was somewhat daunting, but exhilarating for the young couple. She was 23 and he was 27, yet they had already secured their first rental, and were moving in together. A natural progression in their relationship, but yet so, so significant. To say they spent their first few weeks fucking like rabbits wouldn't be an understatement, as they were both quite frisky and outgoing. Both of them were still young and virile, so they enjoyed one another thoroughly.

Grace Harris and Nolan Buckle met each other while Nolan was just beginning his master's degree and Grace was starting her Major in Horticulture and Landscape Design a few years before moving in together. Grace was always the outgoing type (something Nolan had found somewhat contagious), and not particularly shy. Well, yes shy, but not shy away from a challenge, nor her interests, nor was she afraid of talking to someone strange.

This was among her many fine qualities that Nolan admired. She also had many other qualities, such as a killer body. Being outdoors a lot, and living an active lifestyle, had given Grace an amazing ass, being perma juicy, yet somehow fit and shapely, extansuated by her slim waist. She didn't have the biggest set of boobs, but Nolan would never find himself complaining.

Her steel-blue eyes were also to die for, and how she had a smile just hovering on her lips at any given moment. Even when Nolan was being silly, Grace was graceful enough to laugh along. Nolan Buckle could easily have gotten lost in those eyes of hers, and her smile truly lit up his day.

Nolan himself was tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, with a strong face that had earned him a lot of attention in high school. That, and that he was the quarterback at a rather small school, which meant he was the king of the jungle.

"Could you grab the mail on the way too?" Nolan called after her. No response, so he went out into the open corridor. Nolan could see from here that she was already by her big truck, out of earshot. Or, she wasn't, but he didn't want to make a fool out of himself by yelling out into the common parking lot.

Nolan then noticed someone in his peripheral vision. The neighbor, their left neighbor, was on his way down the corridor from where the elevators were. Nolan had never seen his neighbor in person before, just a couple of times from down in the parking lot, but now they had finally made contact.

He was a bit shorter than Nolan, perhaps around Grace's own height, but had a large beer gut and a kind of rugged, coarse face, though looked to have that blue-collar strength to him. Dark beady unkind eyes, dark, unruly hair, and a 6-day stubble spread like pepper across his pale cheeks.

Nolan couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the guy seemed off to him. As if he had an air of malice around him. Perhaps it was his stained sweatpants or the dirty white tank top he wore. Nolan tried to shrug it off, as he thought that this guy couldn't be that bad. It was just because he didn't know him yet.

The two men nodded at each other in passing, then the neighbor slipped into his apartment with his newspaper under his arm while Nolan went down to fetch the mail himself.

"Anything interesting?" Grace asked, having run up the stairs.

"Of course not. There's a package from Mom, though. A present left behind," Nolan said.

"I can't believe that woman nags about us getting married. Like, are we in a rush to spend thousands of dollars on filing some paperwork?" Grace chuckled. "But she's a sweetheart though. Those socks she gave me will no doubt be a lifesaver in the winter."

*

As they settled into their new home, Grace and Nolan found a nice groove. As they had gotten comfortable with their surroundings, the two of them began exploring their new town more and more, going out and having dinner or drinks or whatever else caught their fancy. They even went dancing one night.

Their first few weeks in their new home had been filled with sex. But, as they settled in more and more, their intimate time dwindled. Nolan was worried that they'd drift apart because of it, but he figured that it was normal in a relationship. He had read up online, and people who had moved in together often reported that their sex life had been affected.

But after a while, Nolan found that it didn't bother him so much. They were still close, still cuddled on the sofa while watching TV. Even if they weren't having sex, they still made each other happy. And Nolan would do anything for Grace.

However, it seemed like Grace noticed too, taking matters into her own hands.

"Hey Nolan, could you help me out with something?" Grace called from the bathroom.

Nolan paused the video game he was playing, got off the sofa, and walked across the living room to the bathroom. Grace was standing with her back turned towards the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

"Yeah? What's up?" Nolan asked, eyes scanning Grace's body. He loved how the bathrobe accentuated her shape, showing just enough to make him want more. Her hair was up in a ponytail, giving him a good look at her neck, which always drove him wild.

Then, she dropped the bathrobe.

Black strings extended from a silky garter belt, holding thigh-high stockings in place, while hugging her waist and hips perfectly. Nolan's eyes drew to her ass in a lacy thong, her ass framed like the most precious art.

"God, babe," Nolan mumbled, reaching out to Grace almost involuntarily.

She giggled, then spun around, her hair sweeping gracefully. His gaze landed upon the matching black lace bra, and then suddenly Grace closed the space between them, planting a heavy kiss upon Nolan's lips.

"Baby..." Nolan started, breaking the kiss.

"Shh," Grace replied softly, gently biting his bottom lip, before leaning in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, running her tongue along the edge of his teeth, and into his mouth. She then snaked one hand down towards his jeans and groped his dick firmly, through the fabric.

Grace opened the clasp of his jeans with a deft hand, tugging them down to his ankles, and freeing his erect cock. Grace pulled her hand up again, running her fingertips ever so gently over Nolan's length, and to his tip. A hand quickly grabbed his length, gently stroking up and down.

Nolan moaned. He would've fallen backward if the wall hadn't been behind him. Nolan leaned heavily against it, using it for support as Grace's touch started to make his knees wobble, his hips quiver, as if he were already cumming.

"Babe, you're so amazing," he muttered between staggered breaths.

"You like it when I take the initiative? We'll never grow into one of those boring couples who just sit and watch television while ignoring each other. Promise me," Grace purred, jerking him slowly, teasing the tip just a little extra.

"No we will not," Nolan grinned. "W-what brought this on?"

"You've been so patient with me. This week has been intense with me working overtime with all the snow and all(as a gardener there wasn't much gardening to do this time of year, but plowing snow was always something that needed to be done)," she said. "I'm sorry that our sex life has been so... dormant."

"Don't worry about it, babe," Nolan said. "You're worth the wait."

Grace smiled, then pressed a wet kiss against Nolan's lips, before slowly sinking down onto her knees in front of him. Her fingers trailed along the insides of his thighs as she descended, her tongue tracing over his cock as she went down. Then, Nolan felt her lips close around the tip of his cock, sucking softly, swirling her tongue around it, her lips making a tight seal.

"Fuck," Nolan muttered.

Her fingers traced along his balls, cupping them gently, her fingernails scratching softly, and sending shivers up Nolan's spine. Then she took him in deeper, slowly moving her head back and forth, her lips gliding effortlessly over his hard member, her tongue massaging every inch of it as it slid along.

Grace was never a huge fan of blow jobs, so when she finally got down to business, Nolan was beside himself with excitement. He knew that it was only because she loved him, and that it was an occasional treat for him. However, Grace had gotten good at it too.

"Oh fuck babe, I'm gonna cum," Nolan warned, trying to keep his hips still so as to not choke Grace. But she took it in stride, sliding her mouth back and forth a bit faster, taking him deeper than before.

Nolan let out a low moan, shooting his seed into her mouth, and filling it up. Grace swallowed several times, then pulled away, grinning.

"You taste so fucking good," she said, licking her lips. Nolan shuttered at her words then quickly helped her up, kissing her passionately, tasting himself on her lips.

"That was amazing," Nolan said. "But... you didn't get anything out of that."

"I know," Grace said. "I think it's time for you to go down on your knees a little bit."

God, she was so exquisite, which meant that her commanding Nolan around was even more sexy. It felt so right. He had always loved being somewhat submissive to her, which wasn't something he ever thought he would say, but for her he really loved it. And the fact that she took the initiative was hotter than ever.

Nolan got down on his knees and ran his hands up Grace's thighs. The garter belt felt so smooth under his fingers. He hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down, then off. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, and dove in, letting his tongue lap at her pussy.

He knew just how she liked it.

"Fuck," she gasped, leaning her back against the wall, using it for support.

Nolan lapped at her clit, slowly and gently at first, then gradually getting faster, and harder. She was wet already, her juices sweet and savory, and Nolan wanted more. He slid a finger inside her, curling it slightly, and finding her g-spot. Grace always had a hard time orgasming, but after plenty of practice, Nolan knew his way around her pressure points, especially orally.

"Oh god, don't stop, please," Grace whimpered.

Nolan had no intention of stopping. He kept going until Grace shuddered and moaned, her body tightening around his finger, then releasing in a series of contractions. Nolan kept lapping at her until she was done, then stood up.

She leaned up to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

"I love you so much," she said.

"I love you too," Nolan said, grinning.

"You know, we haven't christened the kitchen yet..." she grinned back at him, winking. "Maybe if you play your cards right, you can have my ass again?"

They had tried anal for the first time not so long ago. Neither had been a virgin coming into their relationship, but it gave Nolan some sense of ego boost to know that he was the only one who owned her ass. And the rest too, but that juicy set of cheeks and the delicious valley between them had just one conqueror ever. Nolan.

*

The next day, Nolan's spirit at work was utterly fantastic. Not that he was ever unhappy at work, as Nolan truly enjoyed his job. He was a salesman at a local office and was very good at it. Nolan could sell ice to an Eskimo, which made his coworkers hate him but also made him well-liked among clients (and his bosses), as he would make them feel like they were making a good decision even if they were in doubt.

He had always been good with people, and now his skills had finally been put to use in a proper job. But as he was new, he only got to handle smaller clients. The salary was good still, but Nolan wanted to show his worth.

But with images of his darling Grace wrapped up in sexy lingerie on his mind, well, he was distracted. Nolan was able to channel his lust into salesman energy, which he would use to help customers find the perfect product for them. A win-win, and his boss liked him as a result.

As the clock passed 3 PM, the boss let everyone go early on Fridays as long as they met their quotas, Nolan headed out, picking up some flowers and chocolate for Grace. She was a real sucker for the sweet things, and those sweet things combined with the amount of exercise she got from work and her general activity levels was the perfect set of ingredients for that sexy booty of hers.

He drove back to the apartment complex, whistling a tune that had been stuck in his head since this morning. He parked his Equinox next to some old, rundown Volkswagen Golf, carefully as Nolan was known to be an awful driver, and grabbed the gifts before making his way upstairs. He hoped Grace was home, but she didn't always arrive at the same time as him, especially as she had been working overtime the last few days. Snowy weather could be a treacherous bastard. Maybe Nolan could surprise her with a nice home-cooked meal, though he suspected she got the better of him in that regard, as she often tried to get dinner ready so that they could eat together before she headed out.

However, when he opened the door, he is met with a pretty upset Grace. Her face was flushed with anger, and the way she moved around was a tell-tale clue to her mood. Nolan immediately scanned his mind to think if he had done anything to offend her, but he came up empty. So what was up?

"Hey babe," Nolan said, trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting to further upset her.

"Hi Nolan," Grace said, trying to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

"You ok?" Nolan asked.

"Yes," Grace replied, a bit too quickly.

Nolan nodded slowly, then decided to get right to the point. "What happened?"

Grace let out a heavy sigh, stirring something in a pot. "I came home a bit early today. I was out with Dora(her best friend) and went shopping, but when I got home, I was getting the mail when our asshole neighbor suddenly came up behind me and grabbed my fucking ass!"

Nolan stood there stunned for a second. "He did what?!"

"He grabbed my ass! My fucking ass, Nolan!" Grace exclaimed, almost slamming the wooden spoon she was using down on the counter. "He was like 'oh shit sorry' or whatever, but I just... UGH!"

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" Nolan asked, feeling himself getting angrier by the second. He wasn't the type of guy to start fights or get into trouble, but he wasn't afraid of a confrontation either.

"Some asshole neighbor who needs to mind his own goddamn business!" Grace yelled, slamming the spoon down again. "Some men just think they can do whatever the hell they want to a woman just because she has an ass."

"Babe, I'm so sorry," Nolan said.

"It's not your fault," Grace said. "I just wish I could punch that douchebag in the face."

"You're not alone," Nolan replied. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No... it's fine. I'm just angry, but we have to live with this asshole next to us for now. I don't want to make things worse," Grace sighed.

"Well, I got you some chocolate and flowers," Nolan said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Thanks," Grace said, smiling softly. "That was very sweet of you."

Nolan hoped that was that, but images of that old creep that he had seen lurking around the building flashed through his mind. And when he went to bed that night, he found himself thinking about what had happened to Grace, and how he wished he had been there to protect her.

*

Nathan Bertsch, Nate among most people, did his morning routine like most mornings. Started a pot of coffee, then meandered his way down to his mailbox to fetch the Times. By the time he was back upstairs, the pot was ready and he'd enjoy the nice and quiet while reading the stock market like they did in the old times. He liked to follow it online too, but he enjoyed this routine since before the internet was what it is today, from when he was a fresh intern at a big holding company back in the day.

That was some years ago, Nathan has spent his years doing this and that, a few years in the joint for fraud and some other charges as well. At 49 he had enjoyed a sort of early retirement, or at least a small break before getting back into it. For the time being his savings and movement in the financial market in conjunction with his modest spending rendered him an easy life.

Nate had of course noticed that there were neighbors next door finally. The last tenants had been a nuisance. The girl had been real pretty, Nate had caught a whiff or two of her hair and she smelled like a fine cut. He had tried to get close, but they seemed to not leave their apartment much. He hadn't even gotten close enough to learn their names.

But now he had new neighbors on his right. He didn't particularly give a fuck about them, having only seen what he assumed was the boyfriend once or twice, but hadn't given a shit about them since they kept to themselves for the most part. The other neighbor he had, at his left, was Mr. Hammer, one of the "big wigs" in their complex. Hammer liked to host parties down in the yard where the pool and some fire pits were, but Nate never gave a fuck about that either. Unless there was some easy ass to be had, of course.

But one morning as he was making his way down to his mailbox, he heard someone running in the stairs, causing all kinds of echo and noisy ruckus. He'd tell whoever it was to fuck off if he ever got a chance. It was mostly annoying in the morning, as that's when he headed down. Whoever it was usually disappeared to work or whatever, so he didn't have a chance to ask them to calm down.

Something else that Nate found distracting on another morning on another trip to get his newspaper, almost gave him a heart attack.

Right there, bent over while searching for something in her mailbox, Nate was greeted to the grandest view of what had to be the best set of cheeks he had ever seen wrapped up in such tight jeans.

Nate stood there for a moment, staring, almost feeling a twitch in his hand to adjust his bulge. Blood was pumping into his crotch, making him swell. He wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to feel those smooth globes, to sink his fingers into them, maybe slap a cheek just to hear the sound of it.

Nate couldn't fight the urge, as it was just too juicy of an ass to ignore. Nate took a step towards her, raising his hand slightly.

And then it happened.

The woman had already closed her mailbox and had begun to stand up, when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her ass. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, feeling it give way to his touch. Her skin was smooth and firm even through her jeans, and Nate sharply drew his breath filling his nostrils with her scent. She smelled like flowers.

She jumped in surprise and whipped around, letting out a shriek. Nate instantly pulled his hand away, stepping back from her. She had a look of shock and horror on her face, but she also looked angry. Damn. It was his next door neighbor, the girl who had moved in with her boyfriend.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry," Nate replied, trying to sound sincere, but he couldn't help but notice how good she looked up close. She was tall, about 5'8", about his own height. Her long neon blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, which made her steel-blue eyes stand out even more. Even angry, she looked utterly stunning.

Nate looked her up and down, noting that her jeans were tight, showing off her curves. He could see that she was fit, and probably worked out a lot. And she was wearing a white button-down shirt that accentuated her figure and her petite breasts.

He swallowed hard, feeling himself swell again. This woman was perfect.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she snapped, heading away. Nate followed her butt cheeks, watching them jiggle as she walked up the stairs. He wished he could take a bite out of them, to watch them bounce while riding him. He would grab onto her hips and pound into her until she collapsed, exhausted and spent.

Nate chuckled at his own fantasy, then turned around and headed back upstairs. He didn't have anything better to do, and he wouldn't mind seeing more of his new neighbor. Maybe he could get to know her a little bit better? Maybe his too-forward approach would bite him in the ass.

But she didn't seem as easy as the others he had tried to get to know. He hoped he hadn't fucked things up too much already. Nate's mind started to shift through his mind for a good strategy to plow that hot blonde and pound her until she forgot all about her pathetic boyfriend. She certainly didn't seem the easy type, so he had some area he had to recover, that was for sure.

*

A few days passed without any other incidents. But on Thursday evening, as Nolan drove home later that day, he couldn't help but think about what had happened to Grace. Nolan could barely focus on work after she told him, and he had to cancel two appointments with clients in order to keep his emotions under control. What he found odd, however, was that yes, he was angry with Nate and he wanted to beat the shit out of him, but he was also... strangely aroused by the thought.

Images of Nate touching her ass, grabbing it, sinking his fingers into her flesh.

He was angry, sure, but Nolan couldn't deny that he was also... turned on. He was surprised by this feeling, as it was not something he'd normally feel, especially not when thinking about his girlfriend getting groped.

But still, Nolan couldn't help but feel a little aroused.

He wondered if Grace was feeling the same way, but he didn't want to ask her. He didn't want to upset her again, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the answer. And as he got aroused by his girlfriend, his possible future wife, being groped, he of course felt guilt. How could he feel this way? How could he be so selfish? It was all a bit confusing.

But on that Thursday, Nolan came home to find their neighbor standing outside his door.

"Oh hey, dude," the man said.

Nolan nodded, looking him over. The man was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants and had a smug look on his face.

"Did you need something?" Nolan asked, trying to keep the disdain from his voice.

"Yeah, I just wanted to apologize to you. And to your girl, I guess," he said. He then extended a hand. "Nate Bertsch, by the way."

"Nolan Buckle," he replied, shaking his hand.

"So anyway, I just wanted to say sorry for what happened," Nate said.

"I appreciate the apology," Nolan said, not wanting to push it. He knew that Grace would probably want to hear an apology too, but he didn't want to make a scene right now.

"Look, man, I don't know how to behave around fine women, and your woman is among the finest I've seen. But we're to be neighbors, so I don't want us to not get along. Can you accept my apology?"

"Sure," Nolan replied reluctantly, feeling a bit awkward being confronted by this lecherous man.

"Thanks, man," Nate said, extending his hand again. Nolan shook it. "The missus home?" he asked. "I wanna apologize to her too. Never said sorry to a woman before, but I honestly feel like shit that that was her first impression of me. Not exactly how I'd like to make friends around here."

Nolan considered it for a second. He wasn't sure how Grace would take any of this, but Nate seemed sincere enough. And it was true, they had to live next to each other, especially now that they had signed the lease. And Nolan was fairly certain neither he nor Grace wanted to uproot themselves right now as the apartment was nice, as well as the area.

"I guess I can go get Grace," Nolan said. "And I have to tell you now, if you even think about pulling shit like that again, I'll fucking beat the shit out of you."

"Don't worry about that. That was just a one-time thing. And besides, it's not like I'm interested in some chick with a boyfriend," Nate said, shrugging.

Nolan stared at him for a second, then turned and entered the apartment. He didn't know what to make of the guy. He seemed friendly enough, but there was something about him that Nolan just couldn't shake. He had an air of malice about him, and it made Nolan's stomach twist with unease.

"Hey babe," Nolan called.

"Hey!" Grace replied from the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Nate is outside. Our neighbor next door. He wants to talk to us," Nolan said.

"What? Why?" Grace asked, her voice rising an octave.

"He said he wanted to apologize," Nolan said. "He seems pretty sincere."

Grace looked at Nolan for a second, then sighed. "Fine, whatever. I really didn't want to deal with this. He's our neighbor, so I guess it makes sense to go along to get along."

"Funny, that's what he said," I said, chuckling in an effort to lighten the mood. "Maybe he's just a bit old timey."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say," Grace said.

They exited the apartment, finding Nate leaning against the wall next to the door, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey guys," Nate said, taking a long drag on his cigarette, then flicking the butt onto the ground. Nolan glared at him, but Grace simply ignored it. "So you're Grace?"

"So what did you want to talk to us about?" Grace asked, out of patience already.

Nate chuckled. "No need to get hostile, girl. I just wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. I don't know what came over me, but I felt like an asshole afterward. I've been trying to figure out how to approach you about it since then, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. I've never been good with apologizing, especially not to women."

As Nate talked, Nolan tried to read him, trying to catch him staring at Grace in any way, but Nate maintained eye-contact for the duration of his speech. It seemed like he was sincere, but something still bothered Nolan about the man.

"I appreciate your apology," Grace said. "But I don't want you doing anything like that ever again."

"Of course not," Nate said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't mean to offend you, and I feel like a piece of shit for doing that to you, especially when you just moved in next door. If anything, I'll owe you one. Ever need anything done, I'm your guy. I can be quite resourceful when I need to."

"Well, thanks," Grace said, giving him a small smile. "I'm glad we got this sorted out, then."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. For being angry," Nolan chimed in. "We'll have to get used to each other since we'll be living next to each other."

"True, true," Nate said, his beady eyes studying Nolan for a bit. "You watch football? Sports or anything?"

"I watch some, yeah. I played quarterback in high school, actually," I said.

"Who you got, then?" he asked.

"Chargers, of course," I chuckled as if anything else was preposterous.

"Why, I don't think we can get along after all," Nate said, though this time with a lot more humor than before. "I'm a Colts fan."

"The Colts are shit," Nolan retorted.

"Well, if you ever wanna hang out and watch the Chargers destroy the Colts, though, let me know. Beers on me," Nate chuckled. He seemed to be truthful, but his laugh didn't exactly meet his eyes.

"Haha, I'm sure we can make that happen," Nolan said.

"I'm heading inside if you two are going to discuss football all night," Grace said, rolling her eyes. It was a good sign, really, as Grace was always teasing Nolan about how he spent so much time watching sports. She would often tease him about being a big dumb jock. And she was heading inside, fed up with Nolan's footballness, then she was in a better mood already.

"Sorry, babe," Nolan said.

"Well, I'd better head back in too. See you guys around," Nate said.

"Sure thing," Nolan said. "See you around."

"And once again, I'm sorry about what happened," Nate said.

"It's fine," Grace said, sighing. "I'm just glad that we can put that behind us."

"Me too," Nate replied, nodding.

Nolan and Grace entered their apartment, closing the door behind them. Grace let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall.

"That was awkward," she said. "I wasn't expecting him to come knocking on our door like that."

"I know, it was a bit weird," Nolan agreed. "But I'm glad that he came to apologize."

"I guess," Grace said. "He still gives me the creeps."

"I know, but we have to get used to him," Nolan said. "I don't want to make things worse."

"You're right," Grace said. "But I don't trust him."

"I don't either," Nolan said. "But we're neighbors now. We're stuck with him for the next few years."

Grace sighed again, rubbing her temples. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

"Hey, maybe you can plant some Fire Piranha Plants," I joked. Grace shoved at me, a plant enthusiast to say the least.

*

Grace was happy they were able to move past the whole incident. She was a bit uneasy about their new neighbor, but she wanted to be the better person and move on. Besides, how much did they really have to interact with that man anyway?

Nolan had asked a few times if there had been more incidents, but luckily the answer was no.

Grace on her part enjoyed work, and life in general. She knew Nolan wanted to go to a bigger city, but he was such a loveable man for agreeing to stay here. He was always the more ambitious one, while Grace was more the settling type, perhaps because he grew up in a bigger place and she grew up mostly in the countryside.

While there wasn't much to do in the winter in regards to what one would expect out of a gardener, Grace picked up other duties. She ran her own little company that made smaller contracts, and plowing snow was one of them. Sitting in her John Deere with her neon blonde hair, looking mighty out of place, was surely a sight in itself. But she didn't care about that.

In the summer, there would be more work up her alley, but for now, driving a tractor was fun and exciting. She was pretty good at it too, careful not to send heaps of snow into people's freshly shoveled driveways and whatnot.

This made Grace mighty popular, and several neighborhoods preferred her over the other roadworkers, as they weren't as careful. Some folks had wanted her to return in the summer to be just as diligent with their yards as she was with the snow.

Though Grace could be somewhat of a tomboy at times, she certainly knew how to present herself like a finer lady of a better establishment. Perhaps tomboy was a faulty term. She wasn't afraid of getting her nails dirty, unlike so many other women. As an only child of an army-dad, her father's influence ran deep into her nature, and that made her confident in how she handled an enormous tractor with ease, and due to her mother being the woman she was, Grace also carried herself with an air of sophistication.

Grace and her big ass drove into their neighborhood, doing her last run before hopefuly wrapping up for the evening. Hauling snow off a busy street was a lot of work and was mostly done in the dark, as her colleagues at the city road crew kept the day shift. Grace had only contracted the nights and evenings, plus emergencies during, as it was much better paid work. But at least she could sleep late, spend hours dragging her ass out of bed, go to cafés and whatnot during the day, and enjoy the few rays of sun that winter offered them by being outdoors. Either hiking or just enjoying a warm cup of cocoa on their balcony.

While Grace didn't hold any ill will toward office folks, she sure was happy she wasn't one of them. Even if Nolan wanted to earn enough money so she wouldn't have to work, she loved being her own boss, and not relying on her boyfriend whenever she wanted to buy something, or just to enjoy her womanly independence.

And for the time being, he wasn't exactly bringing home money as good as what her business brought home.

"Heh, you sure know your way around some big tools," a rusty voice said between a few coughs of cigarette-fumed breath. It was Nate, who else.

"Ever driven one of these?" Grace asked, ignoring the innuendo.

"Nah, I'm a city boy at heart," Nate chuckled, before shuffling his way back inside the apartment building. "I've had the odd job doing this and that in my hay days, but I prefer my hands clean and ready."

Grace parked her tractor for the night, hoping there would be no sudden snowfalls and no emergencies either. She just wanted to jump in the tub with her oils and her cream and relax the shit out of the rest of the evening. Nolan had gone to an important client dinner and then had to drive them to the airport, which meant Grace had the apartment to herself for the evening.

From a hard-working, tractor-driving roadworker to a relaxing young woman in her early 20s with her face covered in cream, a shitty Stephen King novel, and some wine. Grace wasn't afraid of breaking a few social norms, as long as she was comfortable, but sometimes behaving like the proper woman she was was just the right cure after a hard day. At least as much of a cure as one might get from reading Stephen King's yack.

"God how beautiful you are," Nolan said, emerging in the doorway, tilting a glass at her. "Though I think there are too many bubbles," he teased.

"How'd the client thingy go?" Grace asked, tipping her glass as well, a small toast between the two.

"Well," Nolan began, sitting at the edge of the tub, starting a tale of which Grace heard none of. It wasn't because what he said wasn't important or uninteresting, but his perfectly deep voice slowly going over the details of his dinner was the most soothing thing Grace could think of.

Nolan had many qualities, but those kind brown eyes glinting with excitement and his three-day stubble along with his sexy voice were just an absolute winner in Grace's book. Nolan was perfect.

"Anyway, I think you'd make an awesome addition, as I pitched the idea for having you included as the chief landscape architect and manager to the bigger contract with them," Nolan was saying, but was met with a drooly grin of Grace's. "You ok?"

"Mmmh," Grace answered. "Wait what now? Me?"

"Yeah. I was thinking the city could use a firm hand like yours when they plan to expand that industrial lot outside town," Nolan smiled. "Make it green and more graceful, pun intended. The client loved that pun."

"Oh, well that would be interesting, for sure. How far in the future is the thing?"

"Maybe... five years down the road. If you want, of course. You still have your company running and you'd have more clients lined up, but this gives some backbone and portfolio, I think," Nolan said.

"Wow," Grace said. It wasn't unusual for Nolan to be unselfish, and often go out of his way to satisfy Grace, but this meant locking themselves to the small town for at least a few years. Which meant he wanted to stay. "So you don't want to go to Chicago."

"We can do that later if we want. We're still young," Nolan smiled. "Anyway, I'm hitting the bed. Say 'hello' to Dora for me. That was tomorrow, right?"

Grace nodded, but before Nolan got anywhere, she sat up, grabbed his tie, and pulled him in for a nice thank-you kiss. "Thank you, boy toy," she whispered in his ear. "And walk slowly out of here."

"My pleasure," Nolan answered, straightening, turning to leave with a wink and a smile.

*

Nate was happy that he had been able to make amends with the young couple next door. Sure, it had been somewhat of a stiff interaction, but with time Nate knew he'd get on their good side. Especially that girl Grace, what an ass on her. Prime hips for carrying a kid or two, and those eyes of hers... Nate could hardly wait until those eyes furrowed in pleasure while he filled her up. He would fuck her senseless, pounding her into submission.

But he'd need to get her alone first. That guy Nolan seemed to be a bit of a cockblocker... but everything in good time. There was no rush. In fact, he sensed that he'd have to make waves before things would finally give way. And if things went his way, well, he'd be in for a treat.

Per his routine, though molded a bit to fit Grace's as she seemed to work evenings a lot, Nate limped his way down to the elevator, hitting the button to call it up. The thing was quite modern, so Nate was soon down by the hallway where all the mailboxes were. And again, Nate was treated to a fantastic view of Grace's ass. She stood there, flicking through some envelopes, not paying any attention to him.

Slowly, his hand crept toward his crotch, having to adjust it from how tight his sweatpants were getting. The fabric of his pants would stretch and cause some attention, which would undo his apology the last time they spoke.

Grace then side-glanced him and turned, noticing him. Luckily his hand had snuck far away from his crotch. This one would be worth the work, so he didn't want to scare this one right away, not like he did last time. Though, she'd be scared enough once she saw his beefy cock pushing into her, making her feel stars, making her feel things she had never felt before.

But for now, he had to make her realize she could trust him when it was just the two of them.

"Hey there, Nate," she said suspiciously.

"Cheers," Nate smiled, prying his eyes away from her. He had to act modest. He wracked his brain on social etiquette. "How... do you find the building?"

"It's nice. Good conditions for lots of good Sun. The grass could do some maintenance, but it's not even spring yet, so I guess it's fine-" Grace said.

Nate couldn't decide if he wanted to shut her up with his big hard cock, or if he liked the way those pretty lips moved as she spoke. Would it be too bad if he'd ask her to turn around again? However, from the front, she looked flawless as well. Those long legs would look beautiful around Nate's waist, soft calves pressing into his lower back as he broke her in.

"- so he's working a lot, but it means I get all the nice and quiet, right?" Grace said.

"Right. Wait, who's working late?" Nate asked.

"Nolan," Grace said. Her tune was less hostile now, which made Nate feel better.

"Well, I hope you guys are happy here. We'll be neighbors for a while, it sounds like," Nate said. He had to play up the nice neighbor persona.

"Yeah, we are. It's nice to finally have neighbors who are friendly," Grace smiled. "I'm sure Nolan and I will warm up to you, eventually. Just... give us some time."

"Sure thing," Nate said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "Take all the time you need."

"Thanks," Grace said. She then started walking towards the stairway, causing her hips to sway hypnotically. "See you around, Nate."

"See you," Nate said, his eyes following her until she disappeared up the stairs.

The next few mornings, they had very similar interactions at the mailboxes. With time though, Grace seemed to be more and more relaxed, as if she didn't mind talking to him anymore. It was a good sign, and Nate knew he was getting closer to his goal. He couldn't wait until she was under him, crying out for more.

He was sure he'd be able to break her spirits and make her his if he only was given half a chance. People seemed to like to underestimate Nate, but he knew very well his way around the soft features of a woman's body. He knew exactly where to touch, how to move, and what to say, to get a woman hot and bothered. To make her want more. And once he got her in his bed, he would show her a good time.

And Grace would be no different.

"So, Grace, you're a gardener?" Nate asked one morning as they were collecting their mail.

"That's right. I love working with plants," she said.

"You know, the rail in our corridor faces the sun mostly during the morning, so you'd probably be able to grow something there. I won't mind if you use the rail in front of my door either," Nate offered. It wasn't the grandest gesture, but it was a pinky toe in the door.

"Really? That would be awesome!" Grace smiled. "I was thinking about growing some herbs and stuff, especially some that might not like too much sun and a bit of a chilly environment."

"Oh yeah, you'd definitely be able to do that. Heh, maybe you can help me get some plants going myself. God knows I could use the better air," Nate chuckled. He had read somewhere that plants gave better oxygen in apartments, especially modern ones.

"Heh, maybe," Grace said. A maybe if fifty percent no and fifty percent yes. Grace's maybe was at least ninety percent no. "Anyway, I have to go now. I'm heading for coffee with my friend Dora. I'll see you later."

"Later. Say hi to your friend from me," Nate said, waving at her as she went. He had a feeling that his offer was a bit much, but then again, it was in a more playful setting, he figured.

*

Weeks rolled by as Nolan worked at Calhoun Holding, and Grace's late shifts started to dwindle. It wasn't often, but he had used his contacts and his position as a salesman and landed her a nice gig where she got to prepare a huge area outside the town for some industrial stuff. Mostly set up the internal infrastructure, make some nice areas with lawns and trees and whatnot, a contract that would last for a good while. Spring was almost here, just a month or two away, so there was less and less snow to deal with, so she had already started drawing schematics and blueprints for how she wanted it to look. She had pretty much all the freedom she wanted, except that she needed to leave space open for where the building would emerge (which was the contract Nolan initially worked on.)

Grace had told Nolan she had talked with Nate here and there when they both fetched the mail and that he seemed nice enough for the most part, but it was pretty obvious that he was still checking her out.

"But I guess that can't be helped," Grace said.

"He's warm-blooded, what can I say?" Nolan replied, wanting them both to move past this, and tried to play it casual. Like they had said so many times, they'd warm to him eventually. "As long as he doesn't make a move on you."

"I don't think he will. He's actually been pretty nice to me, though," Grace said. "He glances here and there, but I don't think there's anything more to it."

"He has been kinda nice to me too, actually," Nolan said. Whenever Nolan would come home late, he'd always exchange a few words with Nate. It wasn't every evening, but it was like an icebreaker after tense workdays. Nolan was also glad that they were getting along with their neighbor. It made things more comfortable for all parties involved.

"Well, I'm glad," Grace said, leaning in and kissing Nolan.

"Mmm... me too," Nolan replied.

"I missed you," Grace said, biting her lip. She was wearing one of Nolan's t-shirts, which hung loosely on her. She looked sexy as hell. And now that the obligatory 'how was your day' was out of the way, it was time to to end this mediocre day on a high note.

"I missed you too," Nolan said. "We've been so busy lately..."

"I know," Grace hissed sexily, reaching under the covers and taking his dick in her hand. Her fingers were soft and warm, and her touch felt amazing. He grew hard quickly under her grasp.

"Oh god, Grace," Nolan moaned. "I can't wait until you're my wife."

"That's right," Grace said, stroking him up and down, squeezing gently. "And you're going to be my husband. Want me to show you how husbands get treated around this place?"

Nolan's hand was quickly guided up until it found her perfect ass, and he wasted no time in letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh. He couldn't believe that it belonged to him, that he was allowed to touch it. And Grace loved it when he played with her ass. She often asked him to massage and squeeze her ass when they had sex, and sometimes she would even ask him to slap it. Nolan was more than happy to oblige. And whenever she let him have her ass, well, that was the best.

Grace let out a low moan, grinding her hips, rubbing her clit with his erection. She was wet already, her juices soaking his dick. It felt amazing, and Nolan couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to be inside her.

He pushed her down onto the bed, causing her to giggle. He quickly positioned himself between her legs, spreading her knees wide. Grace wrapped her calves around his waist, pulling him close. Nolan kissed her passionately as he pushed into her. She felt amazing, her walls squeezing around his cock.

Nolan began thrusting, slowly at first but soon picked up the pace. Grace's moans were driving him wild, and he knew that she wouldn't last long. Her orgasms were always a hard feat, but tonight he could feel that it wouldn't be too difficult. She was already soaking wet, and her moans were getting louder.

"Oh god, Nolan," Grace moaned. "Oh fuck, I'm so close."

Nolan kept thrusting, going harder and faster. Grace's body started to shake, her walls tightening around his cock, and with a small cute yelp, she came. Nolan followed suit, shooting his seed deep inside her. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other, basking in the afterglow.

"I love you so much," Grace whispered.

"I love you too," Nolan replied.

The next few days, Nolan had some late nights at work, so when he got home, Nate was usually still awake. It was a good time to get to know him better, and Nolan actually found himself enjoying the talks with Nate. He was funny, in his own way, and he always had some interesting stories to share. Nolan often found himself laughing along, even though some of the stories were a bit inappropriate.

Nate would always ask Nolan about Grace too, but more in a friendly way, rather than what Nolan would first expect from this guy. From how they met to what degrees the two had, and of course how Grace's small business was doing. And on that note, Nate and Nolan seemed to have a few things in common.

For one, Nate used to be a sales rep himself, though at a much larger company in Chicago, much bigger than Calhoun Holdings where Nolan was at now. Apparently, he had worked from selling vacuum cleaners and worked his way into a paid internship, and got a decent career from there on out.

"But I'm sure you'll drag that little pot shop you're at out from the gutter," Nate chuckled. Nolan enjoyed Calhoun Holdings a lot, so Nate demeaning it didn't sit right with him. But like with so many other things with Nate, he'd endure. Besides, the best way to prove him wrong was indeed to be part of the team and build them toward new heights.

"They're always expanding, so I hope so. The PR branch is in the bid to help Mona Marcetto with her campaign," Nolan said.

"Marcetto, eh? Never took you for a Republican. She's a vengeful type, but very popular," Nate mused. "I wonder who'd be better, her or Gina Strom."

"Oh yeah, they're both popular," Nolan nodded.

"Though, I'd have to say that Gina is much hotter," Nate chuckled. "Have you seen her ass?"

"I mean, she's pretty hot," Nolan said, offering a smile. He didn't always indulge in locker room talk, but he wanted to be nice. And Gina was indeed quite attractive. But so was Mona, in a much more fierce way.

"So, tell me about Grace. You said she was in college for plants and shit, what is that? Is that like farming or something?" Nate asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Yeah, she's studied horticulture," Nolan said. "She works for the county, actually. Maintaining the parks and whatnot, keeping the campus good and nice-looking. And that new industrial lot outside town? She's developing the green areas and the roadmap out there."

"Yeah, she told part of it. Huge contract, I bet you made her happy with that one," Nate said. "I actually have some contacts in the city too, and in the county, should she need more contracts. I mean, I can't make promises, but who knows? Anyway and by the way, Hammer is hosting a barbecue next weekend down in the yard. Not this one, but the one coming next week, I mean. I never go, especially when it's this fucking cold, but if you fine folks are interested in integrating yourselves with the folks around here, I bet that's a good way," he said, tossing a thumb over his shoulder toward his left neighbor.

"Ah. We have guests, actually," Nolan replied. It sounded fine enough, but she wasn't sure if dragging their friend to something meant for the community was fine.

"Hammer has always been the generous type," Nate said. "Anyway, whatever your S. O.'s cooking smells good, so I won't keep you."

When it was finally Saturday, it was Nolan's turn to do the groceries, do the cooking, and let Grace off the hook. It wasn't on purpose that they fell into the traditional roles where she did most of the heavy lifting, but Nolan simply had longer days. So he made sure to make her feel appreciated during the weekends at least. And whenever he could in the weeks.

So with several bags of groceries, he was on his way up, excited to test this new recipe. Some clam sauce that was perfect for many different dishes.

But as he exited the elevator on the fourth floor, he heard the angelic voice of Grace down the corridor. But it wasn't just her that Nolan heard, there was a rougher but familiar voice too, one reminiscent of rusted nails in a bucket of sand.

As Nolan was about to exit the stairwell, he saw his girlfriend standing outside their apartment, fiddling with some plants on the rail outside the corridor. Slightly bent over so that her ass looked even better, her wideset hips giving her such an alluring arch. Her ass looked so squeezable, so touchable, and Nolan felt a familiar stirring in his loins.

Next to her, keeping her company was the wide frame of Nate, endlessly grunting a somewhat conversation with her. It was Grace's good nature that she hadn't told him to fuck off. Plus, from the tone, it didn't seem to Nolan that the conversation was anything bad or forced.

As the two talked, as Grace was distracted with her plants, Nolan saw Nate was pretty obviously checking out Grace's ass while he thought she wouldn't notice. It wasn't unusual for men to ogle her, as she looked amazing in whatever she wore. But it was a bit different when it was your own neighbor who had already groped her. A disgusting old man who had no business ogling someone over half their age. Nolan felt himself tense up, feeling that old football player's strength returning to his body. He knew that Grace could handle herself, but he didn't want her to have to.

Nate was staring at Grace's ass with his beady little eyes, Nolan clenched his fist and was about to step forward, when he suddenly froze. Instead of jealousy, or in addition to jealousy rather, Nolan felt... something else. He didn't know what, but it was like arousal, but not quite. Nolan felt his cheeks flush as he watched Nate look at his girlfriend's perfect ass, and Nolan found himself wishing Nate would do something.

And the way that Grace's ass was presented, as if she was asking for it, begging for it, made Nolan feel dizzy. It was all in his imagination, but yet so vividly on display right in front of him. But instead of stepping forward to defend his woman, he leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, wanting to stay hidden. Grace was wearing a loose jacket and some leggings, which clung tightly to her legs and accentuated every curve of her body. It hugged her ass so perfectly, so beautifully, showing it off to its best abilities.

Nate was obviously loving it too, as he quietly moved closer towards Grace, standing right behind her, getting a good angle of the prize. His hands were moving too, as if he wanted to touch, as if he wanted to grab that soft flesh, feel how good those cheeks felt with his bare hand against her silky smooth skin. It wasn't outside the realm of possibilities for Nate to do something like that, they all knew that. And Nolan almost wished he would. What was wrong with him? Did he want his own girlfriend of almost 4 years to be ravaged by their disgusting old neighbor?

His thoughts were interrupted as he watched Nate slowly, carefully adjusting his sweatpants. Nolan saw Nate's hand move slightly, almost as if he was jerking off. He was looking at Grace's ass and touching himself! What a disgusting old pervert! But as Nolan thought about that, he felt his cock stir. He looked down and saw that he was already hard, tenting the front of his own jeans.

Was this how all their conversations went? Nate subtly jerking off, checking out Grace's ass while talking to her about random shit? How did Grace feel about it? Did she even notice? Was she enjoying it? Nolan thought that maybe she was, but she would never admit it. She loved him, and she would never cheat on him. Or perhaps he wanted her to enjoy it. Maybe some sick part of him wanted her to take pleasure in showing off to this creep who was older than her dad, and twice her own age.

Nolan snapped back to reality, deciding it was time to make his presence known.

"Hey guys, how's it going? Are those bay leaves coming along?" Nolan said, trying to sound more confident than he felt just then.

"Nolan!" Grace said cheerfully, turning to Nolan and giving him a hug. "I didn't hear you come in. Look who's here!" She certainly sounded way more enthusiastic about their neighbor than she did a few weeks ago.

"Neighbor," Nate greeted, giving Nolan a dirty look. Did he know Nolan had spied on him? Certainly not. Nolan was just imagining things.

"Well, thanks for keeping my girlfriend company, but we need to get ready for dinner," Nolan said, ushering Grace inside.

"See you later!" Nate called.

"It was nice seeing you again," Grace said, waving goodbye.

"Bye," Nate said, his eyes lingering on Grace for a moment before he went back into his own apartment.

Nolan hurried Grace inside as his excitement levels were on another planet.

Grace giggled. "Someone's happy to see me," she mused, as Nolan tore off her apron, her tight jeans shortly after.

"Been a long day," Nolan excused. He wasn't sure if he could tell Grace about his taboo debased fantasies, but he hoped to take it out on her at least.

"The pasta will overcook," she moaned as Nolan kissed her neck. He loved hearing her moan, and he was sure to elicit a few more sounds from her tonight.

"Fuck it," Nolan hissed, taking her to the floor of their small hallway, pulling at the zipper in the front of his own pants. He had to have her now.

"Woah, baby. Slow down there," Grace groaned, though that moan changed a few decibels as soon as he penetrated her. Grace never protested when he took charge and gave her all the rough treatment she could have asked for. "Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Nolan."

Nolan was already close. Watching Nate rub himself to Grace had set something off inside him. Something dark. Something... taboo. It was like something primal, something carnal. It was like he had to claim Grace as his own, to save her from his dark fantasies.

"Shit, babe. I can't. I'm so close," Nolan moaned, thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could.

"Yeah? Are you gonna cum inside me?" Grace asked, her eyes half-closed as she savored every thrust. She loved it when he finished inside her, and that always seemed to push her over the edge.

"Yeah," Nolan moaned.

"Then do it. Fucking fill me up, Nolan," Grace ordered, pulling him even deeper into her, nails scraping his scalp as her hands cradled his head.

That was all Nolan needed. With a shudder and a few loud grunts, he exploded inside her. He kept thrusting, even as he had finished his own climax. He could never get enough of Grace. Her smell, the way her voice sounded, how soft her skin was. She bore no signs that she knew where the sudden passion came from.

"I love you, woman," Nolan hissed, kissing her everywhere he could reach.

"I'm glad to be appreciated," Grace laughed, a hand sneaking down to clutch one of his still-thrusting ass cheeks.

*

Nolan felt quite a bit of shame and a smidge of humiliation at what had transpired during the weekend. He had never been the jealous type, but watching another man ogle his girlfriend's ass like that, watching him stroke himself while doing it, and enjoying it, made Nolan feel things he had never felt before. He would have expected to be angry, or sad, but instead, he had felt... aroused.

And that in itself was incredibly emasculating, which was far from what Nolan felt himself to be. And he felt even more emasculated as he thought about it more. There was some pride in having such a hot girlfriend, but creeping on her and him like that... He wasn't sure why he found it so hot, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't deny the fact that he had enjoyed watching his girlfriend being checked out. Especially by a guy like Nate, who they knew could be a sleazy perv. Though, with time Nate had sort of become a friend of Nolan's, as well. He was just having a look, for sure, and Nate hadn't made a too offensive comment about her still.

He thought about telling Grace about it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It would be too embarrassing. Besides, he didn't want to upset her. And he knew that she didn't like Nate. So instead, he kept it to himself, trying not to think about it. But whenever he did think about it, he couldn't help but feel aroused.

On Monday, as Nolan was preparing for work, Grace had already left for a hike with her friend Dora. She liked to get out and about as much as possible, and working a lot of nights and evenings meant she had the best part of the day open for a lot of walks. As she had exited their apartment, though, Nolan had found himself wondering if Nate would be rubbing himself while watching Grace leave.

He wasn't sure why he even thought those thoughts, but he felt like he was doing something wrong. Even as he was doing nothing but thinking, Nolan couldn't deny that the idea of Nate rubbing himself while watching Grace's ass made him feel... excited. It made him feel like a bad boy, being excited by his girlfriend being looked at. He couldn't deny that it was kind of hot, but Nolan didn't know where this was coming from, or what was happening to him.

He wondered what would've happened if he wasn't there... would Nate dare to try something? Would he actually grab her ass again? Or maybe try to do more? Nolan had always been protective of Grace, but in this instance, he felt like he could trust her to handle herself. Nate was perhaps the last person Grace would've touched like that, but somehow that was part of the allure. Maybe Nate was disgusting enough that he would do something to Grace that she would never allow Nolan to do.

And that was the most confusing thing: why would he even think that? It was like his brain and dick were on two different wavelengths. His brain thought it was wrong, but his dick kept getting hard whenever he thought about it. And it made him feel even more confused. Why did it make him feel this way? Was he gay? No, he still liked women, still liked Grace. But he still found the thought of another man touching her arousing.

So many questions swirled in Nolan's head as he drove to work. He tried to think about something else, anything else, but his mind kept wandering back to the events of the weekend before. He wanted to stop thinking about it, but at the same time, he wanted to keep thinking about it, to keep imagining things. He felt guilty for even thinking this way and was even scared that his mind might wander if he didn't stop himself.

But most importantly, he wanted to know why he was feeling this way.

As Nolan sat on his computer, after checking over his shoulder and around his cubicle, he found himself browsing the internet. He had been googling some words related to what he was experiencing, and he was finding quite a few things that seemed to describe how he was feeling. He was finding terms such as cuckold, hotwife, and other terminology.

He didn't really understand all the words and their nuances, but he understood the concept. People who liked watching their partners have sex with other people. Was that Nolan? Did he like the thought of Grace having sex with other people? It sure did make him feel something. He kept reading, trying to learn more, and as he did, he found that he was starting to understand why he was feeling this way.

He had always been attracted to Grace's body, and the thought of someone else touching it made him feel jealous. But at the same time, it made him feel excited. The concept and idea of seeing her naked with another man was so hot, an unbelievable thrill, and the thought of her being pleasured by someone else was just too much for him to handle. He was getting hard again, and while there was shame, he knew what he was feeling now.

But Nate was so... much older than Grace. And so... Nolan hated people who thought this way, but that creep was just so ugly. He had a big beer belly, and Nolan didn't think he'd ever seen him clean-shaven. But there was something about seeing Nate rubbing his cock while looking at Grace's ass that just did it for Nolan. It was like a dangerous fire that Nolan wanted to play with, even though he knew it could hurt him, and them.

And that made him feel guilty. He shouldn't be feeling this way. He shouldn't be getting turned on by the thought of his girlfriend being touched by another man. He should be angry, should be protective, should be jealous. But instead, he was getting off on the idea.

He had never thought of himself as being into anything like this, but it was undeniable that this was something Nolan got excited about. Perhaps... some innocent, but indiscreet exploration would do the trick?

He was of course way too ashamed to say anything to Grace, she'd toss him out for sure. But Nolan wanted to see more, wanted to feel more. He wanted to know what it would be like to watch his girlfriend being pursued by someone else. Just to see how she'd react, just feel that incredible burn that would come with it. It would be dangerous, but if it was just a look, then it would be fine. Right?

Nolan felt his heart beating faster and faster as he thought if this was something he was legitimately planning to do. He knew it was risky, but he couldn't help himself. He had to do it. He had to see what would happen. It wasn't something major, but just to dip his toe. Most of it would be in his head anyway.

But nothing that was too far. Was this really obtainable? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wanted to try. He wanted to see if he could make it happen. He wanted to see if he could make Grace want to cheat on him. If only just a little bit. If anything, just to see the two interact... he'd add the dangerous bits in his head for himself. No harm done.

As Nolan sat at his desk at work, he realized that this was something he needed to explore, even on a minuscule level.

The next day, as Nolan got home from work, he saw Nate standing outside his apartment, talking to Grace. The two of them seemed to be having a good conversation, though, from Grace's stiff smile, Nolan could tell that she was uncomfortable with Nate's presence still. Nolan approached them, and Nate turned to leave, giving a short wave and excuse.

Nolan felt bad for Grace, and guilt started to well up as he more or less objectified her with his fantasies, not considering how she might feel about it. And who the fuck knows what sort of guy Nate truly was? He was friendly but had also shown a more sleazy side. However... something was alluring about that too... But Nolan had to let this whole thing rest.

"Hey babe," I said, kissing Grace on the cheek.

"Hi," she said, smiling. "Just talking to Nate... I don't know, he gives me a bad vibe. Like, he's always checking me out."

"I know what you mean, but at least we know now he's mostly harmless," Nolan said, trying to sound supportive. "But hey, let's go inside and forget about him."

"Sounds good," Grace said. "Remember that Dora is coming over later."

"Right," Nolan replied. Dora was Grace's best friend, a raven-haired girl with a sultry smile and a killer, tight body. She was never the biggest fan of Nolan, though. "Are we going out or something?"

"No, she's helping me paint the bathroom," Grace replied. "And probably sleep over as well."

"She'll join us for the thing Mr Hammer is throwing?" Nolan asked, curious if his idea would go anywhere.

"I think so," Grace said. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Nolan said, shrugging. "Just curious."

"Nate even asked if I could introduce him. That old sleaze bag," Grace chuckled. That got a laugh out of Nolan as well. Dora had an attitude and a half. She'd eat Nate for breakfast. "I told him he better stay clear. She might be married, but she's the one he'd worry about."

"That's true," Nolan said.

"Anyway, enough about Nate," Grace said, rolling her eyes. "Let's forget about him and focus on dinner."

"Sure," Nolan said, kissing her again.

"And dessert," Grace added coyly.

*

Grace sat at a café, the table filled with sketches of how she wanted to utilize the area she was set to design the landscape of the property outside town. This type of work, while related, was a mile away from the day-to-day landscaping she had done before. Though, she did look forward to laying new asphalt, as those rollies were a blast to drive.

"Oaks can be quite nice," Dora quipped, slowly flicking through a few pages of a magazine. She looked quite bored, but then again she always did. Being married to her husband Greg, a guy with a well-paid job, the raven-haired beaut was bored to tears as Greg wouldn't hear a word of her working.

Dora wasn't a city planner and had no interest in landscape design herself, but she used any excuse to get out of the house, as she was utterly bored.

"Yes, they are, but they take a lot of space. While numerous, oaks won't fit these small patches I'm to decorate. I only wish I knew what sort of industry they were planning here. Then I could go with a theme perhaps, but I might just go with something standard. If only I knew what 'something standard' was," Grace said, folding a paper plane out of one of her sketches, and sending it gliding into a bin.

"I don't get why you bother with this. Tell Nolan to suck up and get a better salary, then you don't have to plan city bouquets or whatever," Dora said, slumping back in her chair.

"And be bored to tears like you? No, thank you," Grace chuckled, getting a scowl from Dora. She was never the biggest fan of Nolan's, but the two had known each other since high school, and eventually the same college. Dora went to some fancy pantsy makeup thingy but dropped out just before graduation. "Besides, I'm the one who's keeping us here. And Nolan is gentleman enough to indulge."

"He needs to fuck some sense into you then. There's nothing here," Dora sighed.

"You're the one who decided to get married too soon," Grace chuckled, nudging her friend's shoulder.

"Don't pretend you wouldn't say yes if Nolan popped the question," Dora shot back.

"I don't want to think about that yet," Grace said, downing the rest of her coffee. "All I want is my afternoon coffee date with you while I get to complain about my job. I've complained, and now I'm out of coffee. So see you later, sis!" Grace gave her pouting friend a peck before she drove all the papers off the small coffee table and shoved them back into the abyss of her backpack.

"Let me buy you another one," Dora said. Grace slumped down and shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks. It's too early to go home yet. At least for me. So how's that neighbor? Still staring at your ass?"

"You bet. Though, I've gotten used to it. I guess it can't be helped. I mean, he's mostly nice actually, and he and Nolan get along pretty well. I hear them talking outside after Nolan gets back from work. Not every day, but close to it."

"I can't believe Nolan hasn't told him to fuck off yet," Dora scoffed. "Greg would've. He is so possessive."

"There's a balance, I think," Grace said. "Besides, we can't really have him tossed out yet."

"If he ever touches you, you can. The building has to," Dora said.

"I'm not sure... though, he has touched me. Once. He grabbed my ass way before we knew each other. It was, like, such a violation of consent," Grace said, twiddling her straw a bit. "But Nate got flustered as hell when it happened, and he said he was sorry and has been on good behavior ever since so we've forgiven him."

"Dude, that's pretty fucked up," Dora said, eyeing Grace carefully. There was more than just concern behind that look, however, but then, Dora was dying for anything exciting, even if it was minute gossip like this. "Why would you forgive him after that?"

"We have to live next to each other. Sure, we don't have to be best friends, but getting that stuff out of the way sure helps. He's quite the chatter too, always interested in hearing how my business is going and seeing that I take care of the herbs I've got in the corridor," Grace explained. "But I don't wanna focus on the negative. Live's too good for that."

"I wish I had your optimism," Dora sighed."Greg wants kids, and here you are, building a solid foundation with your future husband. I'm an old hag before I'm even old."

"Don't be like that. My parents had me young, and look at them now? Loving life without breaking a hip," Grace said.

"Again with the fucking optimism," Dora said, though this time with a slight smile. "At least we're getting drunk at that party, eh?"

"We should be able to make that happen, yes," Grace smiled. "But only if you promise to be nice to Nolan. He's not the useless douchebag you want him to be."

"Spineless was my verbiage, but fine," Dora said. "I'll be nice."

The two chatted for a while about the good ol' days for another hour before they parted ways, leaving Grace to go grocery shopping and for Dora to go get Greg something. However, the conversation made Grace realize a few things. The first was that she and Nolan were doing very well. They were almost four years together, they didn't fight, and their communication and connection were good.

The second was that Grace swore to never grow as bored as Dora was. She felt bad for her friend, but Greg had a good name and had a good job, so it probably seemed easy at the time.

They weren't exactly the rich elite, but there wasn't anything more challenging, at least for Dora, anyway. And honestly, it was pretty miserable, hearing her rant about every little boring detail, the mind-numbingly dull hours. But Grace wanted to be a good friend, so she listened to all of it.

Later, as Grace got home from her day at the 'office', she was unloading groceries from her big SUV. She'd likely have to go two rounds, but she didn't mind the exercise. Speaking of which, the forecast for the weather gave prime conditions for a hike tomorrow. Perhaps she could bring her work along too, and drink warm cocoa while planning what kind of shrub went best with gray concrete walls.

"Need any help with that?" Nate's gravel voice suddenly asked. He was shuffling his way over to her in nothing but a large t-shirt, stained sweatpants, and slippers. He was an unpleasant sight, but aside from the frequent stares he had proved himself to be a likable enough of a guy. Or, acceptable, perhaps.

"Sure!" Grace said. "If it's not too much trouble. It would save me a trip!"

"Heh, you'll owe me one," Nate chuckled.

"If you ever need help with your plants or lack thereof, I'm your gal," Grace smiled.

"You got it," Nate said, grabbing a bag and following Grace inside. He was a lot less talkative than normal, though. But it wasn't like they knew each other that well yet.

"I can take it from here," Grace said once they reached the door. For some reason, she didn't want Nate in her and Nolan's apartment. He was nice enough nowadays, but perhaps it was because he had already touched her ass before.

"Alright, well, you know where to find me if you need any more help," Nate said, handing Grace the last bag of groceries. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but after a brief pause, he just turned around and walked back to his apartment. Grace watched him go for a moment, wondering if she had offended him somehow.

She shrugged and headed into her apartment. She put the groceries away and then began preparing some food ready for the barbecue this weekend. She was looking forward to having a good time and eating some good food, so she hoped it would be fun. And maybe she'd get a chance to do some networking, as well. She was looking forward to the event, even though Dora was joining them. She didn't mind her, not at all, she just hoped she kept to her promise and behaved herself.

*

Even though it was halfway through the week, the weekend seemed like such a distant mirage, and the party with it, something so far away that it was almost not worth mentioning. But still, Nolan kept stealing glances at Nate and Grace talking in the corridor outside of their apartments. A lot of the time it seemed like Grace was just pretending to do something, like her plants, while Nate stood there. At least that was what Nolan imagined her doing. Really, she was mostly too polite to just walk out on whatever Nate was nagging her about.

The fact that Nolan was getting such a great view of her ass didn't hurt either. It made it all the more tempting to take things a bit further. To see what would happen. And to see how much he could get away with. But how would he even get Grace to do anything? He hadn't even told her about his fantasies. How'd she react?

She'd think Nolan was some sort of pervert, much like Nate, and she'd be justified in thinking so. But how could he bring it up to her? And was this even something Grace wanted? Did Nolan? It was fun to think about, but every time he found himself imagining what was happening after he had busted (yes, Nolan had started masturbating to this debauched fantasy of his) he was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. It was like a monster in his belly awoke.

Though, if anything, he felt even more shame as he thought about it. He knew he shouldn't want this, but at the same time, he couldn't help it. The idea of someone else touching Grace, someone else pleasuring her, it just did it for Nolan. He wanted to see it, wanted to watch it happen. He wanted to see someone else making her feel good, wanted to see her enjoying it. Perhaps even see her lose herself to it while it was happening.

But what would happen after? Would he feel jealous, would he get angry? Would Grace even want anything to do with Nolan after making her do something like that?

And it was always Nate in Nolan's fantasies too. The man who had groped his girlfriend's ass. The man who had checked out his girlfriend's ass every chance he got. The man who was so much older than Grace. The man who was such a sleaze. The man who was so unattractive.

It made Nolan feel dirty, but at the same time, it turned him on so much. Grace was cordial, but it was obvious she couldn't stand Nate. While Nolan got along with him, Grace was just being sociable. The thought of Grace submitting to him willingly, getting pleasure from him, made Nolan feel so hot. And the thought of her not wanting it, but still doing it because she wanted to, say, appease Nolan, only to find that she enjoyed it, turned Nolan on even more.

Nolan tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to the thought of Nate touching Grace, Nate making her moan, Nate fucking Grace. It was something he found himself obsessing over, even though he knew he shouldn't. It was wrong, it was weird, and it was kinky.

Anyway, Friday evening, the day before the community party, Nolan came home after a long day of work, only to find his living room occupied by Grace and her friend Dora. The two were laughing and gossiping, having a good time. The smell of fresh paint hit Nolan's nostrils, and he knew they must have spent their whole day painting. Dora was always sort of lazy, but Nolan figured her new boring life had her grab for anything that broke her monotonous routine.

"Hey babe," Nolan said, kissing Grace on the cheek. "The painting is all done!"

"Hey. It sure is!" Grace said, smiling. "How was your day?"

"It was fine," Nolan replied. "And hey to you as well, Dora," he added, giving her a hug. She returned it.

"Hey," she said, flashing a smile. That was unusual. She mostly scoffed and rolled her eyes at Nolan.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Nolan said. "Then we can all have dinner together."

"Sounds good," Grace said. "We'll be here."

"Good to see you again, Dora," Nolan said. "It's been a while."

"You too. I used to think you were a chump, but here we are, in your home," Dora smiled. She glanced at Grace. "I might have to make sure your dear husband washes behind his ears, though."

"Shush, slut. And we're not even married," Grace shot back.

"Yet," Dora teased.

It was unusual for Dora to be this nice, but Nolan also knew that she was most likely pretending to gag behind his back as he left the room, probably getting a scolding shove from Grace in the process. Well, well. Can't win 'em all as they say.

Nolan headed to the bathroom, undressed, and turned on the water. He stepped into the warm spray, letting it wash over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax. This week has been quite something. He was glad they were heading out to have fun. With all the late nights at work, they barely had time for fun. He had to scale back a bit, he knew, but once he got going it was hard to leave a task undone.

He thought about how Grace looked in her shorts, painting the bathroom with Dora. A smile crept across his face, thinking how lucky he was.

Given that Grace had company, Nolan decided to take an early evening. Dora playfully asked if he wanted company, which was shot down by a playful shove from Grace. The two probably sat up gossiping for way too long anyway.

The next day, Saturday, the three of them ate breakfast. The girls were gossiping and chatting, before heading out for tennis. Nolan did what he did last Saturday, and most other Saturdays; he ran some chores around the house, did the grocery shopping, and all that. A man provides in more ways than his salary. Sure, he worked hard, but it gave him some joy to let his mind loose as he roamed around the apartment. Also, giving Grace a break was an added bonus.

"Hey, Nolan," Nate said, as Nolan had just dumped the garbage. He sounded conspicuous.

"What's up?" Nolan asked. "You need help burying a prostitute?" They had discussed a crime show earlier, hence a small inside dad joke.

"Worse," Nate smiled widely. "I tried to make some beer. I'm pretty sure it's awful, and I hoped your hands would be able to pry at least two sixers from my cold hands."

"That sounds like something I'd do," Nolan replied with a smile. Nate gestured for him to join him inside. This would be the first time Nolan was inside Nate's apartment. He was curious how it was similar and how it differed from their own.

"So, this is the kitchen slash dining area," Nate said. It was similar to Nolan's and Grace's place, though it was all in one big room, while Nolan and Grace had the kitchen and living room split as two. He saw that Nate had a huge television in his living room. No doubt a bunch of tears had been spent in front of it watching the Colts get destroyed.

He also kept it surprisingly tidy. Or, perhaps he just didn't have much stuff? That was a bit of a depressing thought, but then again, not everyone was as much of a homebody as Nolan was.

Nolan spotted a framed picture of Nate and a woman. The picture seemed old, as Nate looked much younger and fitter. The woman in the picture was very pretty, though she looked unhappy.

"My mother," Nate said.

"She's young," Nolan remarked.

"Yeah, my dad knocked her up pretty young, then went straight to Nam'," Nate chuckled, though without humor. "Beer?" he asked, handing Nolan a bottle so cold it the condensation on it was almost freezing.

"Thanks," Nolan said, taking a swig. It wasn't as bad as Nate had made it seem. "This isn't too bad."

"Yeah, well, I'm no brewmaster, but it'll do," Nate said, opening his own bottle and taking a swig. "So, you excited about that party tonight? Your missus won't mind you pregaming a bit?"

"She won't mind," Nolan chuckled. He was a grown man after all, and Grace never judged him when he had a few beers. "As long as I'm not getting too drunk, y'know, she hates that."

"Good man," Nate said, clapping Nolan on the shoulder. "I'll tell you what, I've lived here for almost 6 years now, and Hammer is a good guy with these things. It was meant as a party for newcomers, but there were a few years in a row where new folk came and went so it more or less became a yearly thing."

"Is that so?" Nolan asked. "How come you never went?"

"I do sometimes. But, erh, I don't like crowds," Nate said, though it seemed like he was holding something back. Nolan mentally shrugged. Everyone had their issues.

"Well, I think it'll be fun," Nolan said. "It's been a while since Grace and I could go out."

"Oh yeah? She working late?" Nate asked, sipping his beer.

"Yeah, but she's not the only one. Calhoun Holdings has me pulling my hair out," Nolan chuckled. "Grace is working fewer and fewer evenings now though, as that damn snow is melting away."

"They're a good company. You'll do fine," Nate said. "So Grace is home alone a bunch?"

Nolan didn't like the sound of that question, though the tone of Nate's voice was polite and curious enough. "Sometimes, yes," he answered, masking his sudden suspicion.

Nate didn't really follow up on that, just nodding slightly as if he was thinking of something else. His eyes darted to the balcony as if he was just reminded of something.

"Perhaps she can help me set up some plants, eh?" Nate chuckled.

"Maybe," Nolan said. Nate's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. If reading people wasn't Nolan's job, he wouldn't have noticed. "Anyway, I'm making homemade pasta. Want me to bring over a casserole later? Get you something other than pizza rolls? The bay leaves are straight from the corridor out here."

"What's wrong with Pizza rolls?" Nate chuckled. "But yes, that would be nice of you. And here, take a six-pack. I can't drink too much anymore."

Pregaming at Nate's turned out to be a good idea, as the party was lively from the get-go. Nolan was able to strike up conversations with several of the different neighbors, and with Grace on his arm, they made quite the impression. Dora was there too, but was utterly bored it seemed, so Grace eventually went to keep her company.

Nolan ended up chatting with the Hammer himself, which was quite the honor. Hammer was quite a well-built man, though, from the looks of it, he was getting on in years. But he was still impressive. He was an old veteran, one of the few that survived 'Nam. Though, not without a couple of scars. He had lost an eye during a firefight in 'Nam and had a prosthetic one in its place. He had gotten it after a few months of recovery. It wasn't a glass one either, but a real, functional prosthetic eye.

"That's impressive," Nolan remarked.

"Yeah, it's nice," Hammer chuckled. "I just wish I could have saved the real one as well, though. I guess I'll have to live with being a pirate."

"At least you'll make a fine attraction for the kids during Halloween," Nolan joked, which caused Hammer to laugh.

"True, true," Hammer said. "So, your wife tells me you work for Calhoun Holdings?"

"Yes, I'm part of their marketing division, mostly securing new business," Nolan said. "I'm also in charge of managing their public relations with some smaller existing accounts."

"Really? Well, that's great," Hammer said. "I never liked you advert folks, but at least you sold the shit out of 'Nam."

"Or college, depending on your point of view," Nolan retorted. Hammer chuckled. It was good that both were getting a bit of buzz. It made things a bit looser.

"Speaking of, you have any kids?" Hammer asked.

"No, we're thinking about it, but not yet," Nolan replied.

"You better hurry," Hammer said. "Your wife is a beauty. She'll be snatched up in no time if you wait too long."

Nolan chuckled nervously at that. "She's not my wife yet, but working on that. I kinda wanna pop the question, but I also think we're sort of the modern type, y'know."

"You better say that to her then, she's primed for marriage," Hammer chuckled, though without any malice. "Anyway, I think we better get those grills fired up. Them steaks don't cook themselves."

The grills were indeed fired up, and Nolan and Grace got to meet some of the other neighbors as they were munching on burgers and sausages. The party was a lot of fun, and Nolan felt like he had really bonded with some of the neighbors.

*

Nate had tried to be friendly toward Nolan and Grace, but it was fairly obvious they didn't trust him yet. Not completely. Perhaps more discretion was required. Less hanging around Grace while she was alone, perhaps. Nate had to wonder why he even tried so hard, but the chase was part of the fun in his opinion. Nate was never one to give up on a goal that he had set anyway.

He was still trying to figure out how to make that happen, though. The first step was getting closer to Nolan and Grace, and now that they were on better terms, that had sort of been achieved. The problem was how to proceed from here. Especially as he was blue-balled to hell. He needed to empty his nuts inside something tight and warm. But not just any old hole would do.

He knew that Nolan and Grace were going to that party. Maybe there were some easy lay there. Maybe he'd join them. Maybe talk to Nolan a bit. Nolan was a decent enough guy, but that didn't deter Nate at all. He'd have to tread carefully, though. He knew he had a tendency to fuck up when he got excited.

"Howdy, neighbor!" Nate called as he emerged at the party. He saw Nolan, Grace, and Grace's friend Dora sitting by the grills, talking to Hammer. Nate walked over to them, nodding at Hammer. "Hammer. How's the rash?"

"Nate," Hammer said.

"Hello again, Nate," Nolan said. "You finally decided to join us."

"Yeah, well, I never go, but having such lovely neighbors next door for once, I thought why the hell not," Nate said, smearing on thick with the compliments. Almost as thick as those milky thighs of Grace's.

"Aw," Grace said. It sounded like a mix of sarcasm and sincerity, who knew with these young folks nowadays?

Nate took the opportunity to gawk at Dora. She was a beaut in her own right. Nice silky, raven hair. Kinda reminiscent of Jolie, though with darker eyes. Those lips though, those were made to be wrapped around a big meaty cock. He had seen her when Nolan brought over his pasta, and she had blushed a little when Nate offered her a knowing smile. It seemed like she had the same idea as him.

"Well, come on then, have a seat," Nolan said, gesturing at an empty chair next to him.

"Thank you kindly," Nate said, sitting down.

"So, what's been going on at your end since we last spoke, Nate?" Nolan asked. He was trying to be cute about having just talked to Nate, and Nate had to force himself not to roll his eyes.

"Oh, nothing much," Nate replied. "Just trying to get my business up and running again, but I don't know if it's worth it."

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked.

"Well, I've always had trouble getting things to take off," Nate said. "And I'm not exactly the most likable guy."

"I think you're just fine," Nolan said. "You worked in advertising, right?"

"Yeah, but that was some years ago. I've had a break. But your little adventure has got the ol' nogging turning again," Nate lied, omitting huge chunks of the truth. It was just shit he said on automatic. Though perhaps getting a job wouldn't be too bad. It would cast a less scumbag light on him at least.

"I think that is a great idea," Grace chimed.

"What about you, miss?" Nate asked Dora, who slowly sipped her drink.

"I don't care," Dora said, smiling and arching her brow in a very apologetic but condescending way.

"She's always been like that," Grace chuckled. The two girls rose and disappeared, leaving Nolan, Hammer, and Nate.

"Nice pull," Nate chuckled, once again testing the waters of what was a reasonable compliment as he elbowed Nolan, nodding at Grace. Nolan smiled sheepishly.

"I know," Nolan said.

"Bet a rascal like yourself gonna give 'em both the business, eh?" Nate said.

"I don't know about that. Dora is married, and I don't wanna wake up one morning with a shotgun in my face," Nolan chuckled.

"Damn it, why are all the good ones taken," Nate said, trying his hardest to sound jovial. It was easier in small bursts and without alcohol in his system.

"Well, I'm gonna make sure that grill doesn't go out," Hammer said, slapping Nate's back harder than necessary, ruffling Nolan's hair, and then left. Nate and Nolan sat there for a moment before Nolan spoke up.

"So, you're getting your business back up again?" Nolan asked.

"Something like that," Nate mumbled. He suddenly felt like fucking off, so he stood up. "That's enough of the socializing for me. You'll excuse me."

Nate found himself a quiet corner by the fence of Hammer's yard, smoking and nursing a beer. He watched as Nolan talked to Hammer and Dora and Grace walked around chatting with the other neighbors. He found himself staring at Grace's ass, which looked incredibly perky and tight in those short shorts she had worn. Fuck, he just wanted to feel her soft skin under his palms. One day. For now, he needed to drain his balls in some other way. He limped off toward the elevators.

*

It was some time later, when the party was sort of calming down and most just sat around the grill with marshmallows on sticks. Grace sat wrapped under Nolan's arm, Hammer was managing three sets of marshmallows. Some others were sleepy as the orange glow of the flames flickered in the dark. Dora was sipping a beer under a blanket, but was finally done with all this.

"Nolan, could I have the keys? I'm heading upstairs," Dora asked, holding her hand out already. "I'm outta here."

"You sure?" Nolan asked.

"No, I just ask for fun," Dora shot back annoyed.

"There's the Dora I know," Nolan chuckled, handing her the keys. Dora spun on her heels and stormed off.

"She's always like that," Nolan sighed after a few minutes.

"It's because she hates that I got the good one while she's stuck with Greg," Grace yawned.

"Ah, jealousy," Nolan mused, though he had found himself exploring that topic a bit himself lately. Though, if Dora was envious of Grace due to him, well, that warranted a small celebration sip from his beer.

"What's it like?" Grace asked.

"What?"

"Being jealous. As a guy."

Nolan was caught a bit off guard. While she surely had no idea what sort of salad she had stepped in and thusly scrambled his brain, it still made him feel slightly flustered. "Ehm, well, it's not pleasant."

Grace nodded against his shoulder. "You better go make sure Dora isn't locking the door, leaving us out all night," Grace said. "And bring my winter jacket."

Nolan got up, stretched out so hard his back made loud cracking sounds, and then wandered after Dora. He didn't see her in the hallways, so he pressed the call button on the elevator. As it arrived and opened on their floor, Nolan ventured down the open corridor.

His ears suddenly perked as there was a loud thud and a moan. As Nolan stopped to listen, he heard more thuds and moans. Rhythmically coming from down the a few doors from the stairwell.

His curiosity piqued, and Nolan took a few steps towards the sound. There was something familiar about it. And as the sound grew louder, he realized that it was coming from Nate's apartment. The door was slightly ajar, and as Nolan approached, he could hear Nate grunting and groaning, and what sounded like a woman moaning.

For a fleeting moment, Nolan thought it was Grace, that Nate had seduced her and been able to bed her, and that along with the animalistic sounds made him swell. But it didn't sound like Grace.

Nolan felt his heart rate quicken as he slowly approached the door. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to know what was going on. He knew that it was wrong, that he shouldn't be listening to his neighbor having sex, but he couldn't stop himself from satiating his morbid curiosity. It sounded so raw, he just had to... look.

Nolan felt his cock get hard as he listened to Nate fucking some girl. He couldn't help it. He felt dirty and ashamed, but at the same time, he reached for the door, his instincts guiding him.

Carefully, he slid through the door, feeling like he was defusing a bomb as he slowly made his way into Nate's apartment. It was absolutely insane, and if anyone told Nolan five minutes ago that he'd sneak into his dirty neighbor's apartment to catch a glimpse of him having sex, he'd call them insane. Because that was what Nolan hoped to achieve, right? Watch Nate do his worst with some poor girl who was unfortunate to end up in his bed.

"Yeah, you better take that fat cock," Nolan heard Nate grunt, his voice sounding dangerous and menacing, way different from the jovial type he was used to. "Fuck, you're tight."

"Mmm, you feel so good inside me, Daddy," the girl moaned, her voice sounding like she was having fun, almost as if she was getting off on it. But there was something familiar about her too. "Fuck me harder, please!"

Nolan crept closer, trying to stay out of sight, but still wanting to see what was happening. He was scared that he might get caught, but at the same time, he wanted to see what was going on. He wanted to know what Nate was like when he was with a woman, and he wanted to see the girl that he was with. What sort of lady would Nate be able to pull?

The first thing Nolan noticed was the smell, a mix of sweat, sex, and something else, though he wasn't sure what. Then he saw Nate's naked ass pumping away like he was drilling for oil, shining and sweating. It was grotesque and somewhat brutal.

Nolan looked past him at the girl.

It was sheer luck Nolan didn't make some sort of shocked noise. The girl was none other than Dora. Her face contorted in pleasure as she took Nate's cock. Nolan watched as Dora's body bounced on the bed, her tits shaking with every thrust. Her mouth was open wide in pleasure, and it was clear that Nate was giving her a good time.

Dora was married, but that didn't stop her from cheating on her husband. And not only that, but she was also cheating on her husband with Nate, the man she had called a creep and a pervert just hours ago.

Nolan could see that Dora was enjoying herself. She was clearly getting off on being fucked by Nate, and it was obvious that Nate was enjoying himself as well. His face was red, and he was sweating profusely.

Nolan had always hoped to see Grace's best friend naked, but had never thought it would be like this. But it was even better than what he had imagined. Dora's breasts were large and bouncy, and she was taking Nate's brutal fucking like a champ. Nate was truly manhandling her. It was hot, and Nolan couldn't help but feel turned on at the sight.

"Harder, Daddy," Dora moaned. "Make me cum."

Nate did as he was asked, pumping even harder and faster into the naughty wife. He was showing no signs of mercy or kindness. It was pure primal lust. His pelvis smacked onto hers with every thrust. From the angle from which he stood, Nolan couldn't see what Nate was working with, but the guttural sounds from the girl told him that Nate was punching both deep and wide.

But as Nolan stood there, watching the display in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on through Dora's mind as Nate plowed her. Was she thinking about her husband? Did she even care? Or was she just enjoying the moment and getting what she wanted from the older man? How had they even ended up like this?

And as Nolan stood there, watching Nate and Dora having sex, his mind began to wander. He wondered what it would be like if it was Grace who was having sex with Nate. What would she think? How would she react? What would she do? Was this something that he wanted for Grace?

Nolan felt himself growing even more aroused, his cock straining against his pants. It was wrong, and it was disgusting, but Nolan couldn't help but think about Grace having sex with Nate. He was sure Nate would be just as brutal with her, maybe even more so.

And as he wondered if Dora offered her husband a thought while she got plowed, Nolan wondered if Grace were in the same position, would she? Not that she'd ever do something like this.

It was disgusting, really, and Nolan felt a pit in his stomach. He was such a deviant that he would imagine his girlfriend being violated by his old neighbor. He hated it, but he couldn't help it. It was something so dark and twisted, yet so sexy and exciting.

And as Nate was seemingly grunting his way to a climax, Nolan snuck out of there, with a mix of terror and shame. While the spectacle had turned him on, as it was some of the most grotesque sex he had ever seen, it also brought his dark fantasy quite a new light. If this was part of it, as hot and poisonous as it was, Nolan wanted no part of it. It was too dangerous, too scary. Dora was utterly lost. God, what had she done? What would Greg think if he ever found out?

Real life versus fantasies carries consequences of another dimension. Nolan had wondered if this was a path he wanted him and Grace to take, well, Dora gave him the answer. A firm 'no' on that one.

A loud 'AH SHIT' from inside Nate's apartment was enough for Nolan to snap back to reality, fetch Grace's jacket, and be on his way.