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Stacy was definitely not the type of girl to wear revealing clothing, much less a skimpy black thong bikini. At thirty-five, she had become conservative-minded in her choice of clothing. Stacy seemed to reluctantly put up with the reality of having a body that put most men’s heads on a swivel. I suppose having to live through your teens and twenties constantly being hit on and ogled would eventually turn you towards more figure-hiding clothing options.But, that all changed recently, on a late August day, a day that changed a lot of things beyond her attire.Stacy and I are a married couple that lives a modest life in a sunny suburb of San Diego, California. I am thirty-eight years old, 5’10 195 lbs. I have brownish hair and am considered fairly handsome. I love and adore Stacy with all my heart. We get along great and have a pretty comfortable, happy life together. We both have decent jobs and although our home is nice (we have a pool), the homes in our neighborhood are tightly packed. Each home may be ten feet from the house next door, divided by a fence that runs along the property line. And, while we have never had any noise issues with neighbors, you could open a bedroom window and have a conversation with your next-door neighbor in their home.Stacy is thirty-five and is 5’2 and a lean sexy 112lbs. She has brown hair that falls like a silky waterfall to her mid-back. She has 36c tits that men seem to notice no matter how hard she tries to hide them. But, it’s her butt, that men trip over themselves as they stare at in trance-like disbelief. Her ass is neither tiny nor large – it’s pure tight bubble butt perfection. Her legs are also perfect, lean, and shaped by the gods.I’m aware of how lucky I am to be married to Stacy, especially since I’m definitely not the overly confident or assertive type. And I suppose I should admit that in that department, I am a modest (and thin) four inches. But, I have good hands and our sex life is, I think, a healthy one.As the summer months unfold, Stacy and I tend to hang out in the backyard. Our kitchen door opens out onto a covered patio that is nestled between two sections of the house on either side, which gives us total privacy. Beyond the patio, just a few steps is the pool. It’s small, but a decent size rectangle, the long sides running towards the back of the yard. There are only maybe four to five feet from the pool sides to each fence line. But, we have no kids yet and rarely have parties.The last month or so has been wonderful because the neighbors to our right have moved out and the house is empty as it waits for the right offer. It allowed us more privacy and peace while the house sat empty. That serenity was about to come crashing down.The house sold and the new neighbors moved in. It is a man and his son. The man, who is rarely there, (we learned he is in the investing sector and is often out of town) seemed almost uninterested in his son or living in the house next door. If neighborhood rumors are true, his wife had some sort of mental or psychological issues and was in a facility back east, and they were separated. It was only almanbahis after we got to know the teenage son that one could see why she was likely in a mental institution.His name is Ricky. He has been enrolled in the local high school, and we believe he is about eighteen years old. He is about 5’8 160lbs. He isn’t exactly a handsome kid, but the thing that stands out about him is his personality. He is a monster. Loud, arrogant, crude, rude, and just sort of disgusting. Most of the time he wears a dirty white wife-beater tank top and red loose-fitting swim trunks.From the first week he moved in next door, he would whistle at Stacy and say crude comments to her about her body.”Nice ass baby.””Look at them titties.”Basically, comments like that. To say Stacy was put off by him is an extreme understatement. She would be in tears sometimes. But, Stacy is not one to just put up with it and would tell him, in no uncertain terms, to “get lost” or “run along home little boy.”The kid’s rude behavior wasn’t just towards Stacy either. To my surprise, he would call me names and tease me if I was in the pool with Stacy. It put me in a difficult situation because, how would it look if I beat up a teenage kid? But, if I did nothing, it would look like I was weak. This went on for two to three weeks. We began to not go into our own pool. Even in the privacy of our covered patio, we could still hear him. He was smart though. He was never so loud that other neighbors could hear him. He directed his asshole behavior at just Stacy and me. As a matter of fact, when he would ride his bike to and from school, he was fairly quiet and shy with the other neighbors. We began to refer to this as “front yard Ricky” and “back yard Ricky.” When Stacy and I would talk about this, we realized that if we were to bring up his behavior to other neighbors, they would think we were nuts.Things kept on like this for all of July and the beginning of August. It was hot and the pool was there to cool us off. We got our swimsuits on and quietly went out back. Stacy was in her very modest one-piece swimsuit and even had a sarong wrapped around her waist. She sat on the shade-covered patio at first while I waded quietly into the pool…I should mention that by this time Ricky had placed a beach chair up on the roof of a flat shed on his side of the fence. He could sit up there and watch us and just be a brat. Stacy and I quietly talked as I waded around in the cool water. Stacy stood up and removed her sarong, slipped her sandals off, and headed towards the pool steps. At that moment Ricky climbed up on the shed and leaped over the fence into our pool, causing a huge splash!Stacy, who was standing on the second step of the pool, about halfway into the water, lost her balance and just sat down on the top step in shock. He landed just a few feet from me and came shooting up from under the water and yelled”OHHHH, Yeah, that feels good!”The water level came up to mid-chest to him and me as he walked past me towards the steps. He slapped the water as he passed me and it splashed my face. He walked toward Stacy and as he reached almanbahis yeni giriş the pool steps he said to her”Hey baby, get that fine ass in here.”Stacy rolled her eyes and just said “Fuck off, you little brat!”I rarely heard Stacy use the F word. I was proud of her, but, at the same time, I knew I had to do something. I began wading towards the steps. His back was to me and he didn’t seem to know I was walking toward him.Stacy had smartly moved to the side of the steps and was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet and lower legs in the water. Ricky walked up the first two steps and turned towards Stacy and as he stood there…I caught Stacy’s face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened as if she had seen a ghost. She was staring right at his swim trunks. My eyes went to him and I noticed that from the back, the thin silk-like fabric of his trunks became almost transparent when they were wet. I could sort of see his butt through the thin fabric. Then, in a slow motion thought process, I realized Stacy must be seeing the front of him in the same way.There was this horrible, uncomfortable silence. The pool water had calmed and there were just the three of us, the pool water, and the hot sun above. Stacy’s eyes never left his shorts. Finally, he climbed out of the pool and as he walked passed her, he patted her head as if she was a dog and very casually said to her, “Good girl,” and with that, he walked over to the front gate and was gone back to his house.I stood there in the water below Stacy, I looked up at her and she looked down at me. She seemed to be staring through me as if I wasn’t there. She was now leaning back a little, her hands resting on the warm concrete deck behind her. She turned and looked over towards his house. I didn’t know what to say. Whatever Stacy saw seemed to have a profound affect her. He never faced me, so I had no idea what had happened. But, I do know that when he patted her head and told her “good girl,” she never said a word and never responded in any way. Why didn’t she say anything back? She hated Ricky.She turned back to me.She slid into the water and came up brushing her beautiful brown hair back and walked up the steps and over to the patio. She then pulled out a lounge chair, put her towel on it, and lay face down, facing the patio, the bottoms of her feet facing Ricky’s house.I stepped out of the pool and walked over to my beautiful wife, her hands under her head, which was turned sideways facing our house. I looked down at her, unsure of what to say about what just took place. I felt a distance between us I had never felt. Did I not step in and handle the situation properly? Was Stacy upset with me? Was it all in my mind? I spoke…”I’m going in to grab a sandwich. Can I get you anything, honey?””No, I’m fine. Just getting some sun.””OK…I love you.””I love you, too.”The vibe was definitely different in our happy home that day. It was Thursday, which meant if I left work a little early tomorrow I could be home with Stacy and we’d have a nice weekend together.I picked up a bottle of wine for Stacy as I drove home almanbahis giriş around 1:30 pm Friday. Stacy is off on Fridays so I know the sooner I get home, the sooner she and I can enjoy the weekend. Ricky wouldn’t be out of school for another two hours, so I was looking forward to the peace and quiet.As I made my turn into our driveway I was jolted when I saw Ricky’s bicycle laying on the grass by his front door. Maybe he walked to school today. I made my way inside and to the kitchen. I had just set the bottle on the counter when I looked out the back kitchen window at a peculiar scene. Stacy had wheeled the lounge chair over near the pool and was laying out on her back facing towards the house. She had her dark sunglasses on and could be looking right at me or her eyes could be completely closed. But, the strange part was that Ricky was swimming in the pool. There was no shouting insults. It looked so peaceful. It was then that I realized that I was home more than three hours earlier than usual. I loosened my tie, walked over to the window, and kept to the side as I watched the unusual setting play out. Ricky, swimming quietly. Stacy laying there quiet. It didn’t make sense.After about 2 minutes, Ricky made his way to the steps. I had to be careful not to be seen as he was maybe 12 feet in front of me as he walked directly towards me up the pool steps. And then, I saw it.He wore the same red swim trunks as the day before. Only this time I saw him from the front. I suddenly felt faint. My head became dizzy. I had to grab the counter. Ricky’s cock was almost entirely visible. The material of his suit clung to the outline of his body. His cock hung down his right leg. It was easily six to seven inches long and exactly as thick as a cucumber. He was limp. And it was ridiculously bigger than mine when I’m hard as a rock. He turned and dove into the water again. Crude, asshole, arrogant, disgusting Ricky….and his giant dick, swimming in my pool as if he owned the place. And Stacy laying there not saying a word.I was about to walk out back when I saw Stacy sit up, turn to Ricky as he swam and ask him, “Can I get you a towel or something to drink, Ricky?””Nah, I’m fine. I gotta run inside and take a leak anyway. You wanna come see my bedroom?”First of all, Stacy hates this kid. She doesn’t want him on our property. Then she asks HIM if SHE can bring HIM a towel? But, when he asked her if she wanted to come see his bedroom, I almost cracked up. I couldn’t wait for her cold reply. Instead, I heard my sweet, conservative wife say,”OK.”She proceeded to get up and follow behind Ricky as they went through the gate and into his house!I ran out of the kitchen, around the corner and back down into our hall bathroom. I quietly lifted the window just an inch or two and sat on the toilet and listened. For better or worse, they never came to his bedroom, which was directly across from our bathroom. However, Stacy was over there for almost seventy-three minutes. Certainly much longer than it would take for a guy use the bathroom. It was nearly 3 pm when Stacy bounced happily through the back door. She came into the kitchen as I came around the corner from the bathroom. When she saw me she stopped in her tracks. I stopped in mine as I entered the other end of the kitchen. A brief forever second passed before she spoke.
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