Behind the Neighbor's Door Pt. 03

*

Nolan stared at the screen in disbelief. There, on the screen, was the evidence of why you should clean your search history, or, hell, use another browser. Another computer. How could he have been so careless? He who was so worried about what Grace might think of his secret desires had accidentally exposed them to her.

Grace stared at him, waiting for an answer. Her eyes were hard and cold.

"I, I don't know, I can explain," Nolan said, feeling sick. But he couldn't. He had no idea how to explain this to her. How could he tell her that he had been fantasizing about her sleeping with other men? How could he explain that he was attracted to her being used?

"You better, because I wanna know why the fuck you're watching cuckold porn or reading stories like Cassie's Escapades, the Nerdy Tenant, or whatever," Grace snapped. She was furious, and Nolan couldn't blame her.

"I don't know! I just did! I'm sorry, I was just curious and... Look, it's not what it seems," Nolan said, his mouth moving faster than his brain could process. He was not ready for this confrontation, least of all severely hungover. His head felt like it was going to split open.

"Are you bored with me? That why you're looking at that crap? God, just thinking about you fantasizing about these men being with me is making me... sick!" Grace said.

"No, I love you! I'm just curious, I swear. I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you," Nolan pleaded.

Grace stared at him for a long moment, her face a mixture of anger, disgust, and sadness. She shook her head slowly. "I just don't understand. I thought we were happy. Why are you watching this? Do you want me to... do this?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why are you fantasizing about me being with other men? Why?"

Nolan felt like he was going to throw up, but forced it down.

"It's just fantasy. Like, imagining the worst taboo stuff. It's silly and fucked up, and once I get going, I get off on it," Nolan said. "I don't want it to actually happen, I just like reading these stories. Like, if you watch a movie about World War II, does that mean you want to fight on the Eastern Front?"

Grace didn't seem to pay attention, as she closed her eyes, as if she was just realizing something. Maybe she was, "Is... is that why you have insisted on me sunbathing in that bikini? And here I thought it was for you..."

Nolan felt his stomach churn and bile rise in his throat. He had to think fast, but he couldn't lie to her.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't want you to be with other men. I just like the fantasy of it. I know it's fucked up, but I can't help it. It turns me on. But I would never want it to happen," Nolan said.

Grace looked at him with tears in her eyes. She shook her head and turned away from him.

"I don't understand," she whispered. "I guess... we never know what we get off on until we sort of discover it, but this is so far. Like, me loving having a cock on my face is something completely different to this. I want it to be your cock, not... not Nate, or whoever..."

"And I want that too-" Nolan tried.

"... And that is another thing, why Nate? Why do these stories repeatedly feature these sick bastards? Like Noel in 'Cassie's Escapade'? He's a despicable, unattractive bastard by all measures. Is that why you want me waving my ass around? You're trying to hook me up with Nate of all people?!"

"Grace!" Nolan sighed. "I understand that you're pissed, but please understand, or at least listen to me. Don't you think I know how fucked this is? I hate that I get off on it and that I've perhaps pushed you a bit in an effort to test the waters, but it is what it is. It's something I can't get my brain to move on from. I hate myself for it, and I wish I could be better for you. And no, I'm not trying to hook you up with Nate. I was just curious if he would check you out, and he did."

"You know he fucking grabbed my ass, right? Or did that turn you on too?" Grace spat.

"No!" Nolan promptly replied. "I don't want anything to happen. To be honest, you enjoying it is, like, 90 percent of the thrill. That you experience something like that with someone else." Nolan felt like a pussy for not putting the true words to the test, but dancing around the subject just seemed easier.

Grace held her hands up, closing her eyes for a second.

"Nolan," she said. He braced himself for the death blow. "This is just too much right now. I... I need to just go for a walk or something. Sorry, I'm sure this is hard for you, and perhaps you hoped I'd never discover this or tell me under different circumstances, but... This is a lot."

"I'm sorry," Nolan said. "I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry."

Grace nodded and gave him a hug. "I know. And I love you, but I just need some time to process this," she said. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it when I return."

*

Grace drove her truck up to the industrial lot to work. It was the only thing she could think of right then that could serve for some mental yoga. She felt so confused by her recent discovery about Nolan. It was like he was a completely new person now... though perhaps that wasn't fair. Maybe it had always been there, and that was a part of the Nolan that she loved. She had simply not known. Perhaps he didn't.

Perhaps he didn't even know what he liked about cuckolding. It seemed so far-fetched to want your girl or your wife to sleep with other men. Then what was the point of being in a relationship? It was such a messy mental edit to wrap her mind around.

Grace tried to equate Nolan's fetish to her own desire to be naughty, to feel a little bit filthy. That was something she understood. Perhaps Nolan's fetish was along those lines. Maybe it was like her own desire to have a cock on her face or in her mouth. Or perhaps it was something deeper and more complex. Maybe he wanted to feel emasculated or humiliated by her. But why? Why would he want to feel that way? She didn't understand.

As she got out of her car, she felt her stomach grumbling. She had skipped breakfast, not really feeling up to it after the confrontation with Nolan. The thought of him fantasizing about her sleeping with other men made her feel sick to her stomach. She had no idea what he saw in it, but she wanted to understand. She doubted she'd ever indulge in it herself, but would she not accept Nolan for who he was? Like he said, he couldn't help it. And like the other thing he had said, as weird of an analogy it was, it seemed perfectly apt. Grace had watched documentaries and movies about this and that, but that didn't mean she wanted to experience it herself. It just meant that it was fascinating to think about.

But what about Nolan? What did he see in it? Was he trying to get her to cheat on him? Or was he just curious and didn't know how to process it?

She walked into the workshop, slipped into her coveralls, and started working without really thinking about it. She needed to clear her head, and the work was a good way to do it. She needed to figure out how she felt about this whole thing and what it meant for their relationship. She loved Nolan, and she wanted to be with him, so did she have to accept his fetish?

Grace thought back to how exposed she had felt in that bikini, and how Nolan had insisted. Were there similar situations? Was he having these thoughts while they had sex? If she weren't so tired, she'd giggle at the thought of Nolan thinking about another man while sleeping with her. That seemed so flipped on its head.

With a sigh, she started to calculate the amount of fertilizer she'd need the next week. Both for her own accord, but also for the guys who paid the bills. They had been a bit stiff when it came to the amount of time it took to get the work done, but were even more opposed to letting her hire an assistant. So Grace, in order to meet her schedule, chipped in with a few extra hours here and there. It honestly stressed her out a little, but it was the sort of stress she liked. Working under pressure, with her back against the wall, and still coming up with a good result, always gave her a great sense of pride.

But the stress of work, Nolan getting drunk last nigh, t and the small tension they had at home had built up, and it would take her a while to relax and unwind. Not today. Today was not a good day.

Perhaps it was for the better to accept Nolan. It must have been difficult for him to walk around with such an emasculating fetish, and her freaking out about it wasn't going to make it easier.

Maybe if he got more comfortable talking about it, and maybe if she could explore it a bit, she could understand what he saw in it. Perhaps it was something fun for her to do as well, but she couldn't be sure until she tried it. And the idea of it scared the hell out of her, but she didn't want to run away from her fears. She loved Nolan, and she had to trust him, and if she ran away now, if she wasn't willing to meet him halfway, then what sort of person would that make her?

Grace rested her elbows on the small table, rubbing her temples as she closed her eyes. She didn't even give him a chance to explain himself. It wasn't like they had to agree on everything in life; perhaps this was one of those things. He had this thing that turned him on, and so what? She liked dicks on her face; she didn't expect Nolan to like it as well. Letting him explain, she would at least understand. Maybe they could do an innocent version, down the line, where she gets to be naughty and he got to have his fantasies fed. No, there was too much risk involved. But it didn't have to involve sex, right? Would the thrill be enough?

Grace groaned. When she got home, she would sit Nolan down and try to be as understanding as possible, shove prejudice and societal norms aside for a bit, and listen to him. He was, hopefully, her future husband, and she wanted to be accepting of everything that was part of what made Nolan Nolan.

It didn't even have to result in her sleeping with anyone. Just the thought made her nauseous.

After a few hours of work, Grace made her way back to the apartment. She was by now legitimately feeling bad for Nolan. She had left him hanging after blasting him for something he likely didn't understand himself. She needed to talk to him about it and find out how they could both get some enjoyment from it, without crossing any lines. She was willing to meet him halfway, and she hoped he was willing to do the same.

As Grace walked into the apartment, she heard the sound of the TV playing, though as she looked past the living room and out on the balcony, she saw Nolan standing out there, leaning on the railing while looking out into the forest. There wasn't really much to see, unless you're a horticulture fanatic like Grace, so she knew he was probably dealing with a lot of things in his head right now.

The man was wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt, not having dressed since he woke up. He was clearly upset, and she didn't blame him. She felt like she had handled this whole thing badly. She should've been more understanding and listened to him instead of freaking out.

Grace walked over to the balcony door and opened it. She stepped outside, walked up behind him, and placed a hand on his back. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," Nolan replied. "Do you want me to move out?"

"Move out?" Grace said. "What, and leave me here with Nate all alone?"

Nolan's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Too far, too soon?" she asked, blushing a bit. Nolan didn't respond. "I'm sorry that I just left like that... and even doing it just after having yelled at you. That was a dick move."

"It's okay," Nolan said.

"No, it's not," Grace said. "I was just... surprised, I guess? I don't know, it was just a lot to take in. I don't understand how you could be into this stuff."

"I don't either," Nolan said.

"But we'll figure it out," Grace said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I love you, and I don't want you to feel bad about your... fetish or whatever."

Nolan turned around to face her, looking surprised. "You mean that?" he asked.

"Yeah," Grace said. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch earlier. I can't say I approve or anything like that, but I want to at least understand it, and if there is a way we can... explore this, without anyone getting hurt, I'd be willing to meet you halfway. What that means... I don't know yet."

"Thank you," he said, hoarsely.

"Hey, it's okay," Grace said. She pulled him close and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Nolan. I'm sorry I freaked out earlier. I just... I was caught off guard."

"I understand," Nolan said.

"But please explain it to me," Grace said. "Tell me why you like this stuff."

Nolan nodded and took a deep breath.

"I don't know," he said. "I just... I think it's because I'm so into you. You're so hot.. And I love you so much. I just want you to be happy, and if that means I have to... step back and let you... I don't know, explore your sexuality, then I'd love to be there with you."

Grace shook her head and gave him a smile. "Nolan, I appreciate the gesture, but I don't think that's necessary," she said.

"But it's not just that," Nolan said. "It's, like, the worst thing you can do to someone. To betray them, cheating on them, whatever, but that sort of adds to the thrill. To put it in 'Grace'-terms, it's the naughtiest thing you could do. But doing it together, well, I don't know, the idea of it just comes across as hot to me. The thought of someone as precious as you doing something as vile as that."

"So, hypothetically, you wouldn't like it to be behind your back?" Grace asked. She saw Nolan's eyes brighten up a bit, getting ideas. "No, I'm not going to fuck some dude, Nolan. I just want to understand. Is it the affair part that you enjoy or..."

"I think it's the idea of you being taken from me," Nolan said. "That you're so desirable that someone would take you from me. Like you're some prize. And also to, like, see you in action. See how you act with someone else, in conjunction with it being so taboo."

"What, like a trophy wife?" Grace asked.

"I think it's just the taboo aspect of it," Nolan said. "Me not being allowed to watch, or you, like I said, doing something so vile and even keeping it from me when... You know what, I'm getting ahead of myself here..."

"And is that what gets you going? Me being a... naughty little wife or whatever?" Grace asked. She could feel her cheeks warming up. This was very unfamiliar territory. "You want me to cheat on you?"

"It's just a fantasy," Nolan said, clearly feeling awkward and a bit uncomfortable talking about this with her. "And... I guess I wouldn't want you to actually cheat on me."

"What if I just flirted with someone and teased him or something?" Grace asked, not sure if she believed what was coming out of her mouth or if it was a genuine suggestion. "That, uh, wouldn't count as cheating, would it?"

"I don't know," Nolan said quietly.

"That could be fun though," Grace said. "Teasing some guy. Would that be in accordance with this whole... thing?"

She didn't really mean it, but it was clearly working on Nolan, and perhaps, a slight introduction to the lifestyle would be exciting for both of them.

"Yeah," Nolan said. "God... I feel stupid about all this now."

"Don't," Grace said. "It's perfectly fine. You can't help what you're into. And we all need our sexual spice, I guess, and... Look, I've no fucking clue how this would work, or even if I'd want to explore it fully. I mean, flirting and stuff is one thing, but sex is another..."

"Of course," Nolan said, quickly."Look, I think it would be incredibly hot for you to tease someone. To play around with a guy and let him think he has a shot. To get all excited about it and stuff, but like, I'd never push you into anything you didn't want to do. And I one hundred percent agree with you. Sex is something completely different, but the thrill that it might... I'm just gonna stop talking..."

"Well, we can always start with flirting," Grace said with a slight shrug. "Maybe... if it would turn you on to see me flirt and tease some guy, then perhaps we could do it that way. As long as you're not trying to actually set me up with someone else, I mean."

"God, just the fact that you're talking about it," Nolan said. Standing in just his t-shirt and his boxers, Grace could see that he had swelled slightly from the little turn in their conversation.

Grace smiled. "I still feel like a crazy person for thinking it," Grace said. "But maybe we can try it, if you really want it." She walked over to the balcony and leaned sideways on the railing, facing him. "Just to see how it goes."

They stood there for a moment in thought. She glanced at the matted wall that separated their balcony from Nate's, and how she had several times been quite exposed to their wretched neighbor. The fantasy was so messed up in its own, but Nolan had purposefully pushed her toward showing off in front of Nate. Was it by convenience, or was there something else?

"Why Nate?" Grace asked.

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked. "Maybe we should, erh, go inside?" Grace agreed, and they went inside. It gave Grace a bit of time to collect herself a bit, and she wanted to see how her boyfriend would react if she pushed him a little bit. Not to actually indulge, just to know.

"So. Why did you choose Nate as the one to potentially steal me from you?" Grace asked, pushing him a bit to gauge his response. Nolan had the expected reaction, gasping sharply, but not in a negative way. He liked it. He was for real about this fantasy. "I want you to know that I'm only teasing you. I don't want to cheat on you, but a bit of flirting here and there, and some teasing, I can do. But tell me, Nolan. Why Nate?"

"I, uh... well, I thought he'd be fun," Nolan said.

"Fun? How so?" Grace asked, smiling.

"I don't know," Nolan said, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't be shy, now," Grace said. "You were bold enough to bring it up, and you wanted me to prance around half-naked out there for him. I think I deserve an answer."

Nolan looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "I... I just thought he'd be fun to tease," Nolan said. "Well, I know we're not pretentious or anything, but would you ever consider a guy like him as someone you'd be with?"

"No?" Grace said, disgusted by the prospect. "He's kind of brash and... you know, he doesn't seem to have the best view of women either. Like, he grabbed me, he ogles me, all that. And he's much older than me, probably older than my dad too."

"Yeah, I know," Nolan said, nodding. "And that's sort of why. It all comes down to how taboo it is. To have a guy like that be interested in you, to try and take you from me, to see if he's going to get a shot at you. I can't explain it, but it just gets to me. A fair beauty like yourself getting seduced by an ugly brute."

Grace blushed. She couldn't believe she was hearing this from Nolan. She had never imagined that he was into such things. But she understood what he meant, sort of. It was just the taboo aspect of it, the forbidden fruit, the idea of cheating on your partner, of being with someone else. It was all about the thrill, the excitement, the danger. And then there was Nate. He was older and kind of sleazy, but there was something about that which turned Nolan on.

Grace smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. "You're a dirty boy," she said.

Nolan moaned softly as she kissed him. His hands roamed across her body, squeezing her ass. "I know," he said.

They kissed for a few moments before pulling away. "I still think it's kind of fucked up," Grace said.

"And that he lives right next door, with such easy access?" Nolan joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Exactly," Grace said, giggling. "But... what sort of easy access would you like him to have?" she whispered into his ear. Nolan gasped sharply, his cock twitching.

"You're not serious?" Nolan asked. Grace looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. Nolan's eyes traveled across her body, soaking in her simple outfit. She only wore sweatpants, a plain t-shirt, and a hoodie, but he still looked at her with some slight wonder. A wonder whether he would pounce on her within the next few minutes.

"When you were drunk last night, passed out on the bed, Nate, eh, took liberties in admiring my form and groped me a bit," Grace said.

Nolan stopped breathing. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly.

"He grabbed my ass again while you were asleep, and for whatever reason, I let him," Grace whispered, moving her hand over Nolan's crotch, softly massaging him through his boxers, and he was starting to become erect. "The most vulgar, filthy... Neanderthal thing. He touched me and moved close and was breathing hard, and it's all a bit of a blur... and then I scolded him like the bad boy that he was."

Nolan groaned as he became rock-hard underneath her touch. "You're so bad," he said, opening his eyes and looking into hers.

"And, like you said, he lives right next door. Easy access," she whispered. Her breath was hot, and her heart was racing. She could not believe what she was saying, or the idea of giving in to a small fantasy, and a messed-up one at that.

Grace moved her other hand down his torso, to his lower abdomen, teasing the skin there, before sliding it underneath his boxers and feeling his cock. She gasped when she felt how hard he was and how hot his skin felt.

"Yeah, like that, baby," he whispered, moaning softly as her fingers explored his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling his girth, her fingers barely able to hold him.

"He was bigger," she whispered. "He was rough, and thick, and hard."

Nolan was breathing heavily, his cock twitching in her grasp, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good," he said.

Grace squeezed him lightly and smiled. "You like that?" she asked. "You like thinking about me with another man?"

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, thrusting his hips against her hand. He was so hard and thick. "Fuck yeah, baby, tell me what he did to you."

"Well, you were there too, honey, while he touched me. Unconscious and unaware, as our nasty neighbor was groping me while I was watching you. Such a naughty boy, making his girl fall prey to another man," Grace cooed.

Grace blushed and leaned into his embrace. Their foreheads were now touching, panting hot air in each other's faces. The scent of beer, a hint of shame, and a lot of lust hung in the air. Grace, ever the sweetie, found a new avenue for this fantasy, "He was rough, too, baby. Made a comment about you not being a real man. Does that turn you on?"

"Uh huh. He grabbed you where?" Nolan hissed, not answering. Grace had him.

"My chest, my hips, my ass," Grace whispered, playing him. And while Grace did not find Nate attractive in the least, there was a thrill at the thought of a perverted older man forcing himself onto her. Just a small one, that.

Nolan gasped, a shiver running through him. Her hand treated Nolan expertly. He always loved both her blowjobs and her handjobs, and she took some pride in how he reacted to her touch. But that wasn't the only thing that drove him right now. It was her dirty talk; her hand was just an instrument now. "Fuck, that's so hot," he said. "Tell me more, please."

"Would love to, honey," Grace cooed. "But it's between Nate and I."

Nolan gasped loudly, and his cock jumped in her grip. His face was red and his breathing was heavy. Grace stroked his cock slowly, teasingly, building up the pleasure and driving him closer to release.

"Fuck," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Keep talking. Tell me about it. Tell me more, please."

"Oh yeah," she whispered. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pulse was pounding, but it wasn't all just her doing it for him. "What part, hmmm? About him grabbing me? Or, or maybe me... spreading myself for him to fuck me with you knocked the fuck out?"

Grace couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth; it didn't sound like her, but she was turned on by the mere notion of what she was saying.

The apartment fell silent, no other sound than their combined breathing and the slick sound of Grace's hand stroking him. Nolan grunted, pushing himself into her hand as much as he could before his entire body tensed up and a low, guttural groan escaped his lips.

Thick spurts of cum shot out of the head of his cock and onto the floor. His body spasmed and his legs shook, the climax overwhelming him, but she didn't let go, wanting every last drop.

"I'm... sorry," Nolan whispered.

"Oh, not to worry," Grace said with a warm smile. "We've got a lot more where that came from. Right, handsome?"

"Sure, but just out of curiosity... What happened?" Nolan asked, taking a half step from her.

Grace, for a second, considered not telling him, to let him hang, but decided against it. "Nothing at all. He showed up at the door with you, said you had a bit much, then went off. Nothing happened," Grace said. It was the truth. Nothing had happened. Nate hadn't even set foot in their apartment. "You better clean that up," she said, nodding toward the floor.

"You didn't get off, though," Nolan said, ever the gentleman.

"I know," Grace said, taking a step toward him. "Get down."

Nolan obeyed and slowly lowered himself to his knees. She smirked, looking down at him and removing her sweatpants and underwear.

Grace was surprised herself at how horny she was. It had to be from her teasing him so.

Grace quickly draped a foot across one of his shoulders, landing her bare crotch directly on his mouth, grabbing his hair.

"Open," she commanded.

Nolan let his tongue slip out, and she let her weight situate upon him, putting her free hand on the wall as she let him lick, suck, and enjoy.

*

After teasing Nolan about his fetish, Grace felt conflicted by it. It was fun to tease and see her boyfriend's reaction, but it still made her feel dirty afterwards. Like she was doing something wrong. But she couldn't deny that there was a part of her that enjoyed teasing Nolan. The look of absolute bliss on his face when she told him about his fantasy was an odd sort of high. Nolan was so into it, and seeing him getting turned on like that was intoxicating. It felt good, knowing that he loved her and that he was into her. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to indulge him like this.

Teasing was fine, but going all the way with it was another thing. She didn't want to cheat on him, and she wasn't interested in other men. She had let him know that several times after they had made each other cum. Nolan said that it was okay and that he didn't expect her to actually do it. Just talking about it was enough for him. It made Grace feel relieved. Still, it didn't feel right.

Grace was pulling on her overalls. It was getting pretty warm out, especially with her line of work, activity, and whatnot, so she dropped the pants and the sweater, wearing nothing but her green lace panties and a white t-shirt under. It felt kind of naughty wearing nothing underneath, which was fun, but then again, overalls were just pants with suspenders attached to them, so what was the big deal anyway?

Nonetheless, it gave her all the air and mobility she needed for hoisting sacks of fertilizers onto her pick-up truck. The industrial lot was several acres and had its own grid of roads everywhere. She had no idea still what sort of industry that would be here, so she had started to name the small streets herself. 'Nolan's street', which was where Grace knew the office building would be. 'Green Wall Avenue', which was a street where they had a Crataegus monogyna hedge facing the neighbors. The neighbors was just an office building, but Grace figured it was better to look at a beautiful green hedge with white flowers rather than brick and concrete.

Probably the people who would work here would never notice. Whatever, that was their loss.

Later, Grace had to pick up a bunch of seeds for some flower beds around the parking lot. And... and she had to pick up the plants and whatnot she had ordered for Nate when she visited him. It had been a few days since Nolan and Grace had indulged in his dirty little fantasy, but it had permanently, to her regret, changed how she viewed their sleazy neighbor Nate.

She had always seen him as sort of sleazy, yes, but she hadn't ever put him and sex in the same context together. Not in that way, at least. Grace wasn't a slut or anything, and even with the boyfriend's newfound infatuation with a taboo sexual fantasy, the notion of herself jumping in bed with her next-door neighbor was absurd. He was older than her dad, for Christ's sake. She was just glad Nolan was reasonable enough to keep it all at arm's length.

She sighed and grabbed a smaller plastic pot filled with straw, ready with holes at the bottom to make plantation easier. She couldn't be entirely sure if she would put him at arm's length, though, not when Nolan had put that damn fantasy of his in her brain. It was odd how such a small change of notion could change your perception of someone.

Still, she had agreed, in a way. Ugh, and she had told Nate she could drop the plants off and help him get them set up and a watering schedule later today. She had half a mind to cancel it, or at least postpone it. Maybe make some excuse that the herbs and plants hadn't arrived yet.

No. That was, for one, going back on her word, and secondly, shitty. Grace didn't want to lie. The poor man was just an innocent victim of her own prejudice. Not completely innocent, perhaps, but still, she didn't want it to have a necessarily negative impact on Nate that Nolan had these strange notions about him. It didn't matter. It was just a fantasy. A twisted, perverted one. Besides, she was just helping her neighbor.

'Helping,' Grace thought to herself, offering herself a snicker as she caught herself. 'Who knows what sort of help Nate would prefer!'

Grace drove to the store where she got her plants from, picked up her delivery for Nate, and headed toward their apartment building. Still in her truck, as she was heading back to the lot with the seeds she had picked up. It was barely afternoon and still lots to do, but she needed those seeds right away, and the building was on the way.

Grace parked the car outside the apartment building and took a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She didn't know why, but she was feeling nervous about this. She shook her head and told herself to stop being silly. She was just helping her neighbor. While Nolan and her had changed one dynamic about their relationship, hers with Nate was, for the time being, unchanged.

She got out of her truck, headed to the elevator, and went up to Nate's door. She knocked on it and waited for him to answer. After a few moments, she heard Nate's heavy footsteps approaching the door, followed by the sound of the locks being undone.

The door opened, revealing Nate on the other side. He was wearing his usual attire, a stained t-shirt and some cargo pants. He looked at her and smiled. "Hey, Grace," he said. "What's up?"

"I got your plants," she said, gesturing toward her car downstairs, next to his own rundown Volkswagen. "Ready to get your hands dirty?"

"Always," Nate replied. He stepped out of the doorway, having a look over the rail. "Need any help with that?"

"No, I've got it," she said. She turned to walk back down to the elevator and could feel his eyes glued to her ass. Even in overalls, Grace's ass seemed to draw a lot of attention from Nate. She always knew that she had a good ass, but now that she knew that Nolan was into this kind of thing, she was starting to notice Nate's eyes a lot more.

Grace opened the back lid of her truck and grabbed some plastic pots. She turned around to see Nate out in the open hallway, leaning on the rail. He was looking at her ass again, even from up there, but quickly looked away when he realized that she was watching him.

She rolled her eyes and made her way back upstairs.

"Here you go," she said, handing him the pot. "You got a place where you want this?"

Nate nodded and walked back inside. She followed him into the apartment and saw that he had made some space by the window.

"Here's good," he said, placing the pot down. He looked at her and smiled. "Like we talked about?"

"Right," Grace remembered. She knew he expected her to do the planting for him, to bend toward the windowsill and give him an eyeful of the denim-clad cheeks of her ass. She blushed at the thought.

She went back outside and picked up a sack of soil and a smaller, already opened sack of fertilizer. She went inside and placed them on the floor by the window. "Let's get you all set up then," she said.

Nate grinned and nodded. He leaned against the wall, watching as she got down on her knees and started digging holes in the soil for the plants. It didn't take long, but Grace could feel his eyes on her the entire time. She didn't look up at him, but she knew what he was looking at. Somehow, that made her feel weirdly powerful, to have such a strong effect on him.

"So, how's Nolan?" Nate asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Grace asked. "He's fine."

"Good, good," Nate said. "How was his hangover?"

"Fine, I guess," Grace said. She kept her eyes on the plants, not wanting to look at him. If she did, she knew he'd look away. Perhaps it was Nolan's ideas implementing themselves in her brain, but it felt so naughty to stall and give Nate a show.

"That's good," Nate said. "He's a good guy."

Grace nodded. "Yeah, he is," she said. She placed one of the plants in the hole and began covering the roots with fertilizer. She could hear Nate breathing heavily somewhere behind her, and she could tell from the way he was shifting around back there that he was trying to get a better view. She smirked, knowing that he was enjoying the show.

As she was placing the last of the plants, she heard Nate groan slightly. She turned and saw him moving his hand down the front of his pants.

"What are you doing?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Nothing," Nate replied. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, but she could see the bulge in his crotch.

'Holy shit,' Grace thought as she saw the size of his bulge. It was huge, and it made her blush. 'Oh my god, he's so big.'

Realizing she was staring, she quickly glanced up at him, still on her knees. The smirk on his face let her know that he knew what she had been looking at. She looked away, embarrassed and turned on, but also annoyed with herself. He probably stuffed his pants anyway.

It was almost just as annoying that he didn't even say anything. That knowing smirk was so smug!

Grace got up from her knees and brushed off the dirt from her overalls. She turned and looked at Nate, who was still smirking at her. "Well, I better get going," she said, turning to leave.

"Hey, Grace," Nate called out to her.

She turned around, giving him a curious look.

"Thanks for helping me out," he said. "Let me know if I can help you in return. With anything."

"Sure," Grace said. "I'll see you later."

She walked out of the apartment, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe how bold he had been, grabbing himself like that in front of her. She couldn't stop thinking about the bulge in his pants, how big it had looked. It made her feel warm and tingly all over.

She shook her head and tried to push those thoughts away. She had work to do. She needed to focus.

*

It was evening when Grace finally returned home. She had spent all day working, and now she was exhausted. It was honest work, but it was also hard labor. A bath with some red wine would be just fine, then find her best and coziest sweatpants, and then perhaps do her nails. She hoped Nolan had taken the initiative and made dinner, as this day in particular had been more taxing than others.

"I'm home!" she called as she entered the apartment. There was no reply. "Nolan?"

Still no reply. He was probably out getting groceries or something. Grace sighed and dropped her bag by the door. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. She stripped off her clothes and stood naked in the mirror, waiting for the tub to fill up.

She knew she was pretty and worked hard to maintain her body. Her neon blonde hair, considered silver by some, was also something that many found attractive about her. Her booty was, of course, a feat of good genes and hard work.

Was it weird that Nolan wanted to share all this? Was it weird that he wanted to share all this with someone like Nate Bertsch? The thought of sharing her body with a man like that made her shiver. A brash, loud-mouthed pervert. And yet, there was a part of her that was attracted to him. Maybe it was Nolan's ideas rubbing off on her, or maybe it was something else entirely. Was it so easy that she was impressed by what she saw in his cargo pants? Was she not ashamed to admit she liked big cocks? Men like big boobs and women like big cocks, and perhaps she wasn't above that.

But he was such a jerk. He was rude and arrogant, and he always seemed to be leering at her. If he hadn't been so crude and obnoxious, maybe she would've gotten along with him at a platonic level, but alas.

But Nolan insisted that his fantasy was just that, that he didn't want her to do anything. Grace agreed with that. Yet, some of these thoughts remained persistent.

Grace turned off the water and got into the bathtub. The hot water felt good against her skin, and she let out a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her.

After a few minutes, Grace started to nod herself to sleep, allowing her mind to wander off into thoughts that turned into a dream about a giant snake of some sort, coiling around her body and squeezing her tightly, but never letting go. The serpent kept its grip on her, wrapping itself around her waist and hips, squeezing them to the point of discomfort.

Grace herself looked to be an apple, and the snake wanted to bite the apple. She didn't want to, but the snake would have its due. The snake opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth. It lunged for her, and she screamed.

"Hey, hey," a voice said, rousing her from the dream. "It's okay, you're fine. You were dreaming."

Grace opened her eyes and saw Nolan kneeling by the tub, looking at her with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"What the fuck?" Grace muttered. She had never experienced anything like this before. It felt so strange. Every instinct told her to bolt up and run, but as her mind awoke, she realized there was no snake and she wasn't an apple. Snakes don't even eat apples, and they certainly didn't have rows of teeth. If this was some sort of awkward way for herself to warn herself against forsaking paradis, e then she was getting her bible references mixed up.

"I was taking a bath, and I must have fallen asleep," Grace said, still a bit confused.

"Perhaps the warm water made you a bit too sleepy," Nolan said, handing her a thick towel. "You should be careful."

"I know," Grace said, getting out of the tub. She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around herself. She gave Nolan a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for waking me up."

"Of course," Nolan said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Grace said. "I think I just need some rest."

"Okay," Nolan said. "I'll make us some dinner."

"Thanks," Grace said. She walked into the bedroom and changed into her sweatpants and a T-shirt. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers over herself. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. The dream had been strange, but it wasn't anything to worry about. She was just tired and stressed from work.

It didn't take long for Grace to be back to her regular self. Walking into the kitchen, she saw her man working some ground beef, with spaghetti boiling, and a tomato sauce simmering. It was a simple dinner, but it was homemade.

Grace loved it when Nolan made dinner. He was a great cook and always seemed to know exactly what she liked. It made her feel special and loved.

"Something smells good," Grace said, kissing Nolan on the cheek.

"It's almost ready," Nolan said in that sexy voice of his. "So, you do you by the way. Smell good."

Grace spanked Nolan lightly. "You better keep your eyes on the road, or you'll crash."

"Yeah?" Nolan chuckled, giving her a spank back. "Go set the table. How was work?"

Grace did as she was told, found the plates they had gotten as a gift from her mother when they moved in together, and started to place them out along with cutlery and whatever else they might need,

"It was good. You'll never guess who I visited today," she said. As expected, Nolan froze up for a moment. "Nate Bertsch."

"What?" Nolan asked, turning to look at her.

"Yeah, he needed some help planting those herbs and plants I had helped him order when I last visited," Grace said, smiling coyly at him. "I thought perhaps I'd show him how to fertilize, but I guess he figured that was a woman's job. So I got down on my knees and did all the work for him."

Nolan shortened the distance between them in two long steps, placing his hand on her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yeah," Grace said, trying to keep her cool. "He stood there, watching me, leering at me, while I planted his flowers."

"Fuck," Nolan said, pulling her closer. His cock was hard, pressing against her thigh. He leaned down and kissed her neck. "Did you show off for him?"

"You bet I did," Grace moaned, as her neck was the most sensitive part of her body. "I made sure to bend over nice and slow, letting him see my ass in my overalls."

"Fuck, baby, that's so hot," Nolan groaned. His cock was rock hard against her thigh. She knew he was turned on by the thought of her flirting with Nate. He liked the idea of her being a tease.

"I know," Grace said, kissing him. She pushed his mouth open with her tongue and forced him to play second fiddle. It was not the first time she took the initiative. The last time had been when she had previously teased Nolan about this fantasy of his. "He got a good eyeful. What do you think he'd want to do with me? Bent over right in front of him like that."

"Oh my god," Nolan groaned. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed her up against the wall. "You're such a bad girl."

"I know," Grace said, kissing him passionately. She loved the way he was holding her, the way his cock was grinding against her. She felt so turned on by his desire for her.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "What would you want him to do with me?" she asked. "Would you want him to fuck me right there while you were at work? Or would you want to watch?"

"Both," Nolan groaned.

Grace smirked. "You like that, huh?" she asked. "You like the idea of me being fucked by another man?"

"Yeah," Nolan said. His breathing was heavy, and his cock was rock hard.

"Well, I was right in front of him, in my overalls, in my t-shirt, and right under tha, t my green lacy panties that you like so much. What if he had torn them open right then and there? You couldn't really have done much to stop him," Grace said. "You were at work. I was all alone with him. He could have done anything to me."

Nolan groaned as the words washed over him. "I know," Grace continued, kissing his neck, grinding her hips against him. "I turned to look at him, you know, over my shoulder. And I didn't see it, but I just know he was jerking it for me. Right there."

Nolan wrapped an arm around her back, lifted her, and spun them both around toward the table. Sitting her down on the edge of it, removing her sweats, Nolan entered Grace in quite an impatient way, wrapping her soft thighs around him, her hand draped across his neck as he plunged into her.

"You like fucking me on the dinner table?" Grace grunted, licking his lips with her tongue. She couldn't believe how horny he was from her talking about flirting with a different man. He really got off on that. There could be no doubt.

Grace wondered if she should tell him about Nate's perceived endowment, but wondered if that would scare Nolan off from this. Was it too much fun to see him lust like this for it to end so abruptly? Would it be a fun tease or simply overstep a line?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Nolan began to speak himself.

"Yeah," he groaned, pumping his cock into her. He grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her closer. "Nothing, ugh, better!"

"I was so wet," Grace moaned, running a finger over his lips. "I couldn't help myself. I was just sitting there on my hands and knees, feeling so exposed. I'm ashamed to admit it, but half a second there, I was wondering if this fantasy of yours would be a good idea after all."

Nolan gasped, his cock throbbing inside of her. "That's so fucking hot," he said, grunting. "Fuck, I can't believe you were doing all this while I was at work."

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "And by the time you'd be here, it would be several times over too late." Grace grabbed his hair and pulled him into her neck for him to nibble and suck on, making sure she had his undivided attention. "If I didn't have work to get back to, I might just let him push me over his couch or something, just to feel that thick cock of his..."

Grace's dirty talk made Nolan's knees buckle and thrust hard. And since she was on the table and thus still elevated slightly over him, his force pushed into her tight canal and overcame the G-spot rather quickly. Grace gasped, the feeling was new and intense, her words of encouragement became an impromptu chant of "fuck me" repeated over and over, as this felt really fucking good. Nolan was so worked up that the fast, strong pace he kept didn't let up at all.

This was just all fantasy and talking about things in the heat of the moment. That's all it was, and Grace hoped her man knew it too.

Afterward, Nolan helped her put back on her pants and smacked her ass.

"Tell me, was any of it true?" Nolan asked.

"I came to his apartment. I was on my hands and knees while I planted his plants, yes. And he was touching himself, I think. But I didn't have any of those thoughts. I won't cheat on you, understand?" Grace said. It was important to her that he knew that.

"Yes. I know you'd never, but it's like... what if you did," Nolan said.

"And I'll be honest with you about everything. As long as you don't grow bored of me," Grace said.

"Never! With an ass like that?" Nolan said, teasing her a bit.

"I'm just a set of cheeks for you to gawk at, huh?" Grace said, playing along.

"And much more, of course," Nolan said, knowing not to take it too far. "So what brought this on?"

Grace now blushed. What brought about her sudden switch? She hesitated, unsure how Nolan's ego could handle it, so she decided to stall.

"Get the sauce ready, will you? I am hungry," she asked him.

"Don't avoid the question," he said.

"Maybe, while thinking and stalling with his plants, I found out Nate might be hung," Grace said, deliberately looking away, bracing herself for Nolan's reaction. "Not that we are or are to ever consider it, or anything," she quickly added. "But you know, being naughty like that, you know what that does to me. Maybe it got me excited to know he's... well equipped."

"My my," Nolan said, much to Grace's surprise. She looked at him and saw an awkward smirk. "Never took you for a size queen."

"I'm not!" Grace said indignantly. She had to get him back for this. "You of all people should know that's not the case at all!"

Nolan laughed at her implication, making Grace laugh too.

"You're pretty weird, Mr. Bickle," Grace said, shaking her head. He shrugged. For being a guy who fantasized about his girl getting fucked, he sure was confident in himself. By all rights. From his gentle brown eyes to his sexy voice, to how he carried himself. It was all man. A flash of Nate shot into her mind, and the idea of him being a stud by comparison made her shudder.

No. Nolan was better than that.

"Dinner's ready," Nolan said. "And you better eat up, you need your strength up with what Nate has in store for you."

"Pff."

*

Nolan was on cloud nine for several days after Grace had not only accepted and forgiven him for his depraved fantasies, but also indulged in them. Two times had she dropped a bomb on him, which had both times resulted in explosive sex and orgasms. It doubled over when it occurred to Grace that she was getting off on it too.

Nolan had a secret mission in trying to figure out just what she saw in his fantasy. Was it because she liked to be a bit naughty? Was it because she loved him and saw what her teasing did to him? Or was it the fact that Grace got the impression that Nate was hung? The latter struck his ego the most, but his precious Grace being so easy seemed wrong on all levels. She was the complete opposite of an airhead slut after all.

Nolan smiled as he sat in his cubicle, working on a report. They had done some background work for one of their clients. Mr. Calhoun, or Josh as he insisted on being called, had been very happy when Nolan was able to drag in Oakwood Pharma.

"This Nathan Bertsch, however," Josh said, rubbing his neck. He was younger than Nolan, but Nolan sort of looked up to the guy. He had done so much already and seemed in all rights to be a decent guy. Even if it was a small company still, he was happy that Mr. Calhoun was his boss. He also had a great taste in employees, a lot of them very, very pretty girls. "I don't know. I might consider it, but I need to resolve an issue with one of our other sales representatives. I'm relocating him, so he will end up in another budget. After that, maybe. Is he good?"

"I can ask for his resumè," Nolan said. Josh nodded slowly, glancing at the window. "Nice weather, eh?"

"Sure is, buddy," Josh said, standing. It was his cue that the meeting was over. He easily towered over Nolan. He'd be intimidating if he weren't so friendly. "Expect a bit of a bonus if this thing goes through. Let that be a carrot. Mrs. Lewis will be pleased."

Nolan nodded, turned, and went back to his office. A bonus. Already? Thanks to both Hammer and Nate. He had quizzed Nate a bit before presenting them to Josh, and that had done wonders. The contracts and whatnot were not done yet; that would be up to another department, but the pharmaceutical industry was known for the resources that were put behind it. Did Nolan dare think of a multi-million-dollar contract?

If anything does something to your ego, it is that. And the knowing smiles from some of the pretty secretaries and other employees didn't exactly have a negative impact either.

When he got home early that day, it was Friday, Nolan got a bonus that he could appreciate right away. Grace apparently was home as well, and it was a nice day as Mr. Calhoun had said. Thus, the sexiest woman in Nolan's life stood basking in the sun in his favorite red bikini. Her hand rested on the railing as she stood there as she seemed to peer out into the wilderness that was behind their apartment building. It wasn't really wilderness, more a patch of untended nature.

But regardless, Grace Harris stood there with that magnificent ass, not even aware she was being observed. Maybe it was time for Nolan to make her into a Bickle in the near future. If that bonus went through, then certainly. She'd be the proud wife of a top salesman.

Grace turned around and stretched out her arms with a satisfied grin, before something to Nolan's left, her right, caught her attention. She glanced over at Nolan, noticing him, then turned presumably to Nate and shook her head. Something more was said, and Nolan could hear his voice. He couldn't really hear what exactly, but Grace threw another glance and then moved toward where the two balconies met. And out of sight, obscured by the wall of their apartment, along with the blinds.

Nolan knew she was putting on some sort of mischievous show, and felt himself glued to the floor. Not seeing her completely, except for her blonde hair blowing delicately in the wind. It felt like an eternity, and his heart was beating the shit out of his chest. His cock started to tent up in his suit pants, and the imagination ran wild.

Then Grace appeared again, but instead of going back to sunbathing, she hurried inside, looking flustered while she adjusted the top of her bikini.

"What happened?" Nolan asked hoarsely. Had Nate felt her up? Was that why she adjusted her bikini like that? Why was she so flustered?

"He wanted a closer look," Grace said, blushing slightly. "I could've put a stop to it, but..."

Nolan stared at her, his mouth agape. She didn't... did she? "Did he touch you?"

"He was so demanding. Man, those fingers can work magic," Grace said. "Quick, get down. I need to get off right now!"

And they both hurried into their apartment, making love on their couch. It was quick and rough, but amazing all the same.

Afterward, Grace said she was just giving him some watering tips, and that she was adjusting her bikini to fuck with Nolan. Nolan had no reason not to believe her, but some fucked up part of him wanted it to be true. That these times when she was dirty talking, that it had actually happened.

To satiate that, Grace agreed that she could always sunbathe more often out on the balcony.

"If you really like it that much," Grace said.

"I do... but don't you?" Nolan asked. Grace didn't look like she expected him to turn it around on her. "I mean, sure, you fixed your bikini to fuck with me, but I saw how flustered you were."

"God..." Grace groaned. "I just... It's so fucking naughty and wrong to feel this way, but it's such a thrill, you know? To flirt with him, knowing what he wants from me. You like it when I tease him, right?"

Nolan nodded.

"And that does it for me. The thrill of flirting, and the confirmation that I have stud in here that wants me, even if it's so wrong," Grace said. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Nolan said. "I like it when you tease him too, you know. And knowing that he wants you... Well, it makes me want you even more. And I love you for doing this for me."

"Well, I'm glad," Grace said. "So... how far do you wanna go?"

Nolan gulped. The dreaded question all wannabe cucks is doomed to face at one point. On the one hand, it was such a thrill, like Grace had said. The rush was like nothing else. Their sex life had never been lackluster, even in their valleys, but it was in full steroid mode now. But would Nolan really step aside and let another man take over his duties and claim his woman as his own? It was in fantasy for the time being, and Nolan had envisioned it to be that way for some time. Perhaps they'd never go further than this. But now Grace was asking that dreaded question.

"I mean, I can do, like, yoga out there and stuff," Grace continued, trailing a finger along Nolan's chest. Oh, that's what she meant. How far would he like her to take the teasing on the balcony stuff? How could he assume anything else?

"That would be hot. Hell, even without Nate and our little exploration game, I'd want you to do that," Nolan said. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

The next few days became a most devious torture for Nolan. The weather was nice, and Grace held true to her promise of doing yoga every day out there. All sorts of poses, where she pushed her ass high into the air. And she did it in either tight yoga or Lycra pants, or in her bikini. Sometimes, Nolan was out there with her, seeing that Nate hovered around on his side beyond the matted wall, sometimes Nolan would linger inside, peeking through the blinds, and on occasion, he would catch a glimpse of Nate on his balcony, staring at Grace like a lion.

Nolan felt oddly proud and possessive about it at the same time. He wanted to be there and show off his girl to another man. Show that he was the one who could take her back inside and fuck her. Sometimes he just wanted Nate to ogle and lust. Either way, it always resulted in steamy couplings between the two young adults.

By Thursday, Grace started bringing some kettlebells and started doing lunges, squats, and deadlifts, all with a knowing smirk on her face. She seemed to enjoy the attention of the two men who lusted after her, knowing that she was driving them mad.

Every time Grace would tease Nolan with the most rank dirty talk, especially those times when Nolan had lingered inside and not been able to see everything with his own eyes. For some reason, when Nolan didn't know the full picture and had to guess what had actually happened until Grace would eventually come clean, that just made everything even better.

Meanwhile, Nolan would from time to time hang out with Nate. He didn't seem too different to Nolan, perhaps apart from a few knowing smirks here and there. Like he had something on him. Probably did he think he had one over on Nolan or something? And to be honest, he kind of did. Knowing that Grace was willfully exposing herself to him was a thrill, but sitting next to him and watching football over some beers felt... strange.

Nate would occasionally drop hints that Grace was a "fine piece of ass" or the like. Sometimes it felt like he was testing the water to see how much Nolan would allow. Nate wasn't stupid; he had to have caught on that Grace was indeed showing off, but he didn't seem to know why. Just as well. That would really change the, what should you say, power dynamic between them. Nate was already the older, more experienced guy in their friendly relationship, and this would probably make him feel even more entitled.

As Nate was out having a smoke, Nolan noticed that there was a small gap between the matted wall between their balconies and the wall of his apartment. On their side, there was a plant that didn't make it obvious, but there was at least a 3-inch gap between the two walls. It wasn't noticeable unless you knew where to look, but it was enough to give Nate an eyeful. That meant that he had potentially been ogling Grace even when Nolan was out there, not caring that his silhouette could be seen. Nolan had always assumed that Nate just hung around and saw some vague figures through the matted wall, but no, he was likely creeping on Grace the whole time. It didn't change much, but it was a fun little discovery nonetheless.

"By the way," Nate said. "Here's your car keys. I drove you home, but forgot to give these back."

"Thanks! I've been using my spare ones," Nolan said, grabbing them.

"Right," Nate said.

"How's the herb garden?" Nolan asked.

"Great, thanks to your missus," Nate said.

"Yeah, she's pretty great. In more ways than one," Nolan said. Nate gave him a look, and then looked away, shaking his head. Nolan grinned. Oh, he knew.

"You two are like rabbits, I bet," Nate chuckled. "The walls aren't exactly thick."

Nolan didn't reply, but felt himself blush a little bit. Did they really get that loud? He hadn't really thought about it. Maybe they did, but that was part of the thrill. It certainly did something for his own ego. Or perhaps the walls were thin.

"Hey, I'm not judging," Nate said. "I'm glad you two have a healthy sex life. I just wish I had any better luck!"

"How come you don't have a wife or a girl or something?" Nolan said. "If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind. And what do you mean 'or something'?" he asked, barking out a laugh. "I don't know, I just never found someone who matches my pace, if you know what I mean."

Nolan nodded. He wasn't sure what he meant by that, but he assumed Nate was saying he had a high libido or something. Maybe that was why he kept leering at Grace.

"I'm sure you'll find someone," Nolan said, finishing his beer.

"In the meantime, I'll keep creeping on all the pretty girls around the block," Nate chuckled. "Want another one?"

"Hey boys," they heard Grace call cutely from the other side. The two of them turned to look past the matted wall and were greeted by the sight of Grace parading out in her red bikini again. She had a hand on her hip, and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Howdy, Grace," Nate called back, smirking as he leaned against the railing. Nolan just stared at her, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was teasing them both, trying to get a rise out of them.

"I hope you don't mind me stretching out a bit. Just had a long run and need to get the tension out of my muscles," Grace said. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back as she did so. Her perky breasts were practically spilling out of the top of her bikini.

"Not at all," Nate said, grinning as he took a sip of his beer. Nolan glanced at him and saw that he was staring at her with obvious lust in his eyes.

"I'm glad. You boys have fun now," she said, turning around. She bent over, sticking her ass out at them as she touched her toes.

"Oh, we will," Nate said, glancing at Nolan with a smirk.

"Yeah, we'll have plenty of fun watching you," Nolan said.

Grace giggled and straightened up, rolling her torso from one side to the other. Then she pretended to ignore them, bending over at the waist again. This time, with her side to them. She was no doubt fully well aware of the allure of how she moved around. Both the visual, but to Nolan, it was also the fact that she did so with Nolan right there next to Nate himself.

Nate glanced at Nolan again and raised an eyebrow. Nolan smirked and shrugged his shoulders. He was enjoying this as much as Nate was.

Nate shook his head and chuckled. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered. "She's somethin' else, ain't she?"

"That she is," Nolan replied, nodding.

Grace turned around and faced them, smiling innocently. "How are you boys doing today?" she asked, her voice sweet as sugar.

"Oh, we're just fine," Nate said, grinning. "You look like you're having a good time."

"I am," she said, giggling. "I love doing yoga."

"I can tell," Nate said.

Nolan watched as Grace ignored them again, getting down on the wooden panel floor to reach for her toes, before doing a couple of leg stretches. As she sat with her leg straight in a V-shape, Grace reached out to touch her toes on one foot, then the other.

All the while, Nate and Nolan were watching her intently. Their eyes roamed up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. She knew they were looking at her and loved the attention. It was so naughty, yet within the boundaries of what they had both agreed was allowed.

Nolan was so enthralled by her flaunting herself for Nate, with Nolan himself standing right there was such a display of... what was it? It is like whenever you hear men in the movies telling someone to control their wives. Grace showing off like this under the guise of doing yoga made him look completely powerless here. She'd show the goods, and he had to deal with it. At least that was the perception that Nolan thought this was giving, and it was driving him wild.

All he could think of was beasts mounting fair maidens, and Nate sure seemed like one. He could see the lust in his eyes as Grace showed off for them. And it was obvious that he wanted more than just to watch. The way he licked his lips, the way his jaw was set, the way he clenched his fist. It all spoke of a man who wanted to claim Grace for himself.

Nolan knew that wasn't going to happen. Grace belonged to him. She was his girl, after all. But still, there was something exciting about having another man lust after her right in front of him, and so obviously.

"Okay, that's enough," Nolan said suddenly. Nate looked at him, but Nolan didn't care. He hurried out of Nate's apartment, over to his own, found Grace, and dragged her inside.

*

"What brought that on?" Nolan panted afterward, the two of them a mess from having just fucked their brains out.

Grace blushed at the question. She knew it was risky to do something like that, but the temptation of teasing them both at the same time had been too great. And it had worked, to her defense. Nolan had been an animal once they got inside.

"I read that... in this cuckold thingy that you're supposed to do stuff in front of the husband," Grace explained. Nolan looked like he had seen a ghost. Again, Grace surprised him. He'd never expected her to actually delve into this other than just what they had talked about and what she had done so far.

"Oh..." Nolan answered, with no idea where to take this.

"Is that not how it works?" Grace asked, acting innocent.

Nolan gulped. Grace knew she was right, but she neither wanted to rub it in his face nor did she want to risk anything by overstepping or crossing any lines.

"You liked it, no?" she asked as Nolan remained silent.

"It is," Nolan said, rather hoarsely. "I just didn't expect it."

"You like it when I take initiative during sex, so I was thinking you'd like it when I did it with the flirting and teasing stuff as well," Grace said.

"I did. I do," Nolan said. "Does that mean you're enjoying this ride too?"

"Did I not just cum from you fucking me?" Grace asked back. "I guess I do. It's so debased and taboo, but seeing you two lusting after me like that was simply incredible."

They lay there for a few moments, letting the implications wash over them.

"We have to be careful, though," Grace said. "This is all just for fun, but we need to make sure we don't do anything that crosses the line."

"I know," Nolan said. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm not worried about that," Grace said, rolling her eyes. "I'm worried about what will happen to you."

Nolan chuckled. "Yeah, I get it," he said.

"I'm not saying I want to go further than our current status quo, but if we do... I think it's smart to let Nate know. I don't want him to get any ideas," Grace explained.

"What?!" Nolan said, surprised.

"Not yet, we're so far from even considering anything. I know you like that illustrious danger of him thinking he has a chance, but we're playing with fire. And we don't know how he will react. And again, this is a huge 'what if', and simply a suggestion."

"I guess it makes sense. Us two, we're solid. But a third party? We never know how they might deal with it. And I guess there's a matter of consent. I mean, we're sort of perving on him, in some weird way," Nolan said.

"That's one way of looking at it," Grace chuckled. "But we don't have to take a stand on it now."

"You're smarter than you look," Nolan said, earning himself a playful slap from Grace. "Hey, that's saying something, have you seen yourself?!"

Friday morning came quickly enough. The sun had just come up, and Grace was preparing herself for work. Nolan had been gone for a while. He had told her that he was going to do some extra work at the office. Nolan was usually home early on Fridays, but he wouldn't this time around.

"It's gonna be a busy week next week, so I wanna try and get some things done now," he had said.

Grace didn't mind. Nolan was so eager in his new role at the company and seemed to be like Courtington after all. In any case, it wasn't a problem for Grace. She already was slated to attend the staff meeting on Friday and discuss how things were going.

Having pulled a few extra hours here and there, Grace was ahead of schedule, but attending such meetings always reminded her why she never wanted to work at an office. She preferred to be free like a bird, to spread her wings and be her own boss. But meeting with the people she worked for was apparently necessary, which meant putting on some professional clothes, making sure she looked put together, and heading to the main offices.

Today she was wearing a black pencil skirt, which showed off her ass quite nicely. Grace also wore a white blouse that was unbuttoned low enough to make it look somewhat tasteful, but still somewhat showing a bit of skin. Her red lipstick helped finish the look, and with the tight curls of her blonde hair, along with some nice heels, Grace felt confident that she could walk into any meeting. Though it was shoes she rarely wore, as she never found them comfortable, but being a woman often is dealing with less practical clothing sometimes.

But her carefully selected outfit was unfortunately the only exciting thing about that meeting. She did her presentation, showed her progress and plans, budgets that Nolan had helped her put together, and was then forced to remain standing as the most minute questions were being asked. To Grace, the presentation she'd give in this particular meeting was a huge setback.

The thing was that Grace liked being praised, just as everyone did, and that was the big part that came along with a proper work environment. Proper business practices with rewards for excellent performance. However, Grace never handled being corrected very well and tried to defend her choices, her project, or any other number of things. It resulted in her arguing with several people in that board room, and not at all backing down when someone decided to challenge her work and try to steer her in the direction they wanted.

Of course, as she was a woman, these business apes thought it appropriate for them to tell her how to do her job, but she didn't budge at all. In the end, they seemed to capitulate from one question to the other as she did everything by schedule and well within the budget, so that they couldn't really do much to her.

Walking out from that meeting, Grace felt proud and like a badass, but also exhausted and annoyed. But nothing really compared to what was awaiting her. She was in no mood for his shenanigans, but checking her schedule, she saw that she was due to head over to Nate in an hour and follow up on his plants. She decided that he could wait until tomorrow, even if it was a Saturday. It wasn't like he was paying her to do this anyway.

Instead, Grace hurried to her workshop to get rid of this ridiculous business-esc outfit and get some nice comfy overalls on and a dirty t-shirt. There were loads of weeds in the flower beds, the perfect remedy. Gwen Stefani and pulling weeds were the only medicine she needed right now. And an icy cold beverage, obviously, and then call it an early day. This weather was way too good to let some idiot executives ruin it.

Dirt was her balm, and Grace quickly sank her mind into the comforting, liberating, and serene thoughts of soil, gardening, and flowers. The fresh smells of different plants, the feeling of the breeze. There was no one to question and try to guide her here, apart from her favorite Mr. Bickle; he could bother her all he liked, but right now it was her and her plants.

It didn't take long until she was humming happily along, pulling one long, twining stem of Calystegia sepium, hedge bindweed, out from the ground after the other.

"You're not choking my motherfucking flowers," she muttered under her breath, feeling the sun in her neck. Luckily, it was still spring, late spring, but spring nonetheless, so she wouldn't get burnt. She rarely did anyway, having amazing tanning genes from her mom.

After a few hours of work, Grace called it a day. While it was her mental yoga to work like this, the meeting before was taxing, and she was in need of some proper relaxation, so she decided to head home to read a book on their balcony. A tall glass of iced tea in hand.

"Nolan, are you home?" she called out as she entered. No answer. She peeked in the kitchen and saw a plate of lasagna and a note saying he had to go back to the office, and that there was more in the fridge. He had probably stopped by during his lunch hour. "Good job, honey," Grace said with a smirk. That man always knew how to take care of her.

Grace took a quick shower, changed into something comfortable, her regular sweats and t-shirt, and went out to the balcony to relax. She grabbed a blanket and sat down on a chair, curling up into a ball as she opened her book.

It was nice and peaceful out here on the balcony. The sun was still warm, even though it was already past 3 PM, and Grace enjoyed the quiet evening. It was almost summer, so the days were getting longer, and she liked to make the most of that.

"No bikini today?" Grace heard Nate say from his side of the matted wall, peeking past the edge where the wall arched down to a half wall. He often talked about her attire when she was out on the balcony, but after what Nolan had said, it just landed differently. Nate was so forward. Maybe thought she could not hear him. "A shame."

Grace looked over at him and smirked. "You know, I can hear you perfectly fine," she said, getting up from the couch. "Should you be ogling girls who are not even half your age?"

"Hey, I was just making an observation," Nate said, though his eyes trailed her figure even as she made her way over to him. Even in sweatpants and a well-worn t-shirt, her body garnered the attention of sleazy old men. "Hey, where were you today? I thought you would stop by earlier."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Grace said, leaning on the railing. "I had a meeting, and I just needed some time for myself after that."

"Is everything okay?" Nate asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just some stupid people giving me a hard time," Grace said, waving him off. "It's nothing to worry about."

Nate nodded, looking at her thoughtfully. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," he said.

"Thanks, that's really sweet of you," Grace said, smiling at him.

"Hey, what are neighbors for, right?" Nate asked, grinning at her.

"True," Grace chuckled, shaking her head.

The two of them stood there for a moment in silence before Nate cleared his throat. "So, uh, did you wanna come over and check out the plants?" he asked. "I don't think I'm doing too good."

Grace did feel bad for leaving her appointment; it was something she really hated to do, but she was just so pissed off from the meeting and couldn't bear it to head over to Nate right away. She wanted some time to herself first. But now she felt guilty, so she smiled and agreed.

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Let me just grab my stuff."

As Grace made her way inside, she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She was actually quite nervous to go over there, even though she'd been there several times before. But now that she was feeling more comfortable in this whole flirtation thing, it felt different. Like, there was more tension between them somehow.

"Don't be ridiculous," she muttered to herself, grabbing her bag and heading back out onto the balcony.

Nate was waiting for her at his door, and when he saw her, he held the door open for her. "Ladies first," he said, smirking.

Grace rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile as she walked past him into his apartment. It was fun to be a tease, and Nate was always very willing to be teased. It was hard to fathom that Nolan was into this, that he was letting her flirt and tease with another man like this. She didn't quite understand it, but she enjoyed it. The feeling of power it gave her, the thrill of being able to make someone want her so badly. It was intoxicating.

She could feel Nate's eyes on her as she walked past him, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She knew that he wanted her, and the knowledge that Nolan was okay with it only added to the excitement. As she made her way further into the apartment, Grace couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she let things go further. What if she actually gave in to the temptation and let herself be fucked by Nate? What would Nolan do then? What would it feel like to fuck someone else?

As Grace reached the living room, she quickly concluded that it was an impossibility. Sure, one can be curious, but in her predicament, she shouldn't entertain those thoughts. It sort of annoyed her how Nolan had changed how she thought of their neighbor. The more they did this, the more it couldn't be helped.

"So, what can I help you with today?" Grace asked, turning back to face Nate. He was standing there, just watching her with a smirk on his face.

"Just check on my plants and see if they're doing alright," he said. He no doubt wanted a repeat of the last time she was here, on her knees while planting his pots, giving him a show of her ass each time she leaned forward.

"You want me to... look at your plants?" Grace asked, turning her voice sensual. Nate seemed to initially be taken aback by it, but grinned widely, nodding. She wondered if she was giving him some sort of made-up confirmation or something by flirting with him so openly, but if that was the case, Grace had no issue with it. She could be a tease.

"Well, alright," Grace said, dropping her bag down next to the couch. She walked over to the plants that were lined up against the window and bent down to inspect them. She made sure to stick out her ass as she did so, giving Nate a show. She could hear him moving around behind her, no doubt enjoying the view. His thick groan was a dead giveaway of how much he liked those sweats clinging into the cleft of her ass. The same ass she worked so hard to keep in prime condition for her man.

"How are they looking?" he asked after a minute or two, his voice thick with desire.

"They're looking good," Grace said. They truly did. The watering was alright, and the soil wasn't void of nutrients. Sure, there was some moss already, but she easily pinched that off with her fingernails. "I'm glad to see you're taking such good care of them."

"I do my best," Nate said, chuckling.

Grace smirked to herself and continued to check the other plants, making sure to give Nate a good show. She could hear him moving around behind her, and the thought of him standing there, watching her, turned her on more than it should have. She felt so naughty, being such a cocktease, and it excited her to no end.

She could hear him shuffle a bit closer, perhaps a bit too close for her liking. Teasing or not, she preferred this to be at arm's length, or as far as she could go without invoking the fantasy. She figured this was far enough, so when he was behind her so that she could smell the cheap cigarette smoke permeating his clothes, Grace decided to end their little game while it was still fun.

"They're looking really good," she said again. Sitting back on her heels, Grace turned to face him, smiling innocently.

However, her smile dropped. Nate was standing awfully close, more or less standing over her. Grace was staring up into his intense eyes, which were dark with lust and longing, a hunger to claim her. All of her. There was no longer any pretense of friendship. Suddenly, sitting under him on her knees like this, Nate felt very intimidating, and Grace had no idea what to do or say.

She quickly stood up and took a step away from him. "Nate, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Pff, you shouldn't show off then," Nate chuckled, with a hint of his usual boisterousness. "Though, I suspect you like the attention."

Touche. "I do... but, well, it's still not okay," Grace said, relieved he didn't take a step to follow her. He respected her boundaries that much, at least. How could one blame a guy for getting ideas when she was teasing him like that? That was the point, no?

"Can't blame me for having a look when you're showing off like that," Nate said with a shrug, taking a step back as well. Grace now felt bad for telling him off. It wasn't his fault that a 23-year-old blonde was flaunting her goods at him.

"Show off... like this, you mean?" Grace asked innocently, testing the waters a bit by turning her ass toward their neighbor slightly so he could ogle her a bit more. Nate groaned as he eyed her up and down. "I'm sorry, I just thought... I mean, you seemed to enjoy it the other day."

Nate chuckled and shook his head, looking at her with amusement in his eyes. "You fucking tease. You're a naughty girl, Grace," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. Him calling her those names made her shiver, however. "But, yeah, I do enjoy it. Very much."

Nate then seemed to take this as an invitation to close the distance a bit again, though not quite as much as before. Grace felt her heart skip a beat as he looked at her, his eyes hungry and full of lust. She took the opportunity to look down, and she could see that bulge in his pants again, and knew she was the reason for it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw how thick it looked along the inside of his thigh, like a fat barrel threatening to rip through his pants if he got any harder. He was a well-endowed man indeed.

As Grace had been eyeing his package, Nate had taken another small step toward her, and she saw his hand slowly move toward her waist. Grace tensed up, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Before he could reach her, though, she took a step away from him, putting some more distance between them again. She could tell that Nate was surprised and a little annoyed.

Without another word, she bolted out of his apartment. With no Nolan at home, Grace found herself doing something she rarely did. Masturbating. She came hard, thinking of the situation she had just been in, and how much she liked Nate's attention.

Afterward, she felt almost scared that it actually aroused her to show off for a man like that, and how close Nate had gotten to touching her. If Nolan knew how hard Grace came after that, would he have an issue? Grace had no answers to it, but all things considered, this had been quite intense.