Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 9

*

"Fuck!" Nate grunted, staring down at where they joined. Even in the dark room, in the deep night, could the shiny shaft be seen. Shiny because of Grace's juices, and how they flowed from his big cock. "This is the best pussy I've ever had!"

Grace looked up at him, flat on her back, one leg up over his shoulder, the other out on the side, flushed and out of breath, looking up at him with those piercing eyes. But this time she wasn't shocked, no, she was drunk. On life and the sinful sex, especially with a man who was twice her age. He could fuck her better than anyone she'd had, and his cock was so big. Nate was the man she had been waiting for.

"Yeah?" Grace panted. "You gonna fuck that tight little pussy with the biggest cock in town?"

Nate growled, picking up the pace, fucking her harder and deeper. It was hard to focus on taunting him along with such a massive cock lodge inside of her. And it was amazing. Nate was a stallion, fucking her like a wild animal. He was claiming her as his own, and she loved it. She loved being used by him. She loved knowing that she was making this big man lose control.

"You bet your ass I am," he said. He leaned down, kissing her neck and biting her earlobe. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. 

Grace moaned, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. She arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head as Grace moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close.

"Do it," Grace said. "Fuck me, Nate. Fuck me like I need to be fucked. Like I deserve to be fucked."

"Damn right you do," Nate growled. He grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard and pounding into her. "God, your ass. It's fucking amazing. You've got an ass that's worth getting married for."

Grace blushed, biting her lower lip as she met his thrusts.

"If only that moron cuck could watch me defile his wife's beautiful ass," Nate growled. "Right?"

"Maybe someday," Grace gasped.

Nate pulled out, slapping her ass. "Get on all fours," he said. "Now."

Grace did as he said, crawling over to her back and arching her back. Nate stared at her like that, taking in the view of her in her thong and stockings. Never had he seen something so incredibly sexy. The look on his face was pure hunger. He was like a predator, and he was about to eat his prey.

Grace shivered as he knelt behind her, his cock brushing against her thigh. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her close, and she let out a moan. She could feel his cock pressing against her, and she shuddered as his breath brushed against her neck.

"Please..." she moaned. She knew what was coming, and it turned her on even more.

"Please what?" Nate purred. He licked her ear, his hot tongue making her shiver. She felt like she was melting into a puddle.

"Please... just do it."

"Beg for me," Nate whispered.

"Please, fuck me, Nate," she breathed.

Nate grunted, pushing into her. Grace gasped, arching her back even further. He was so fucking big, and it felt like he was stretching her in places she didn't know existed. Nate groaned as her body tried to stretch to take him, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to hold on to his control.

He started moving, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. Grace's body was a slave to his, and the heat was building deep in her stomach. She moaned, rocking her body back, trying to take more of him. He filled her perfectly, her slick pussy adjusting to his size easily, as if her body was made for him. It sure felt like it. She lost herself in his rhythm, letting go completely and enjoying the sensation of his huge cock driving into her, making her feel things she'd never felt before.

Nate's hand pushed down, holding her steady against the bed.

"You like that?" he breathed. "My thick dick?"

"Yes," she moaned, rocking her hips back.

"Tell me," Nate growled. "Tell me how much you like my cock."

"I... love it," Grace moaned. "Your cock...is so big and... and you're so rough and I... I love it!"

Nate grunted, the sound animalistic as it tore through the room. He pressed hard into her, his fingers digging into her flesh as her pussy sucked him in, and held him tight, milking his thick cock with her inner walls.

Grace closed her eyes, and a small smile crept onto her lips, content with life.

Grace suddenly sat up, shining with sweat. Looking to her right was Nolan, sleeping with a slight snore. Grace blinked a few times and realized that what had happened was a dream. A very vivid, very detailed dream. Grace reached down between her legs. She was soaked.

Grace eased out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of cold water. She downed it and looked out the window. The sun was starting to come up.

Grace made coffee, and grabbed a pen and paper. She jotted down everything she had dreamed. The passion she felt. The sex. Nate's touch. His smell. Everything. Every single detail was captured and noted.

Grace smirked to herself, leaving it for Nolan to find later. Perhaps it was a bit messed up to taunt him like this, but fuck it, she wanted to enjoy all that this journey could give her. And she knew Nolan would be more than okay with reading this little dream of hers. Perhaps she should've felt guilty about the dream, but she refused to let herself feel that way. She was having fun. She was enjoying herself. And Nate had been a great lover. Not only had he satisfied her sexually, but he also understood her on a deeper level.

Grace sighed as she got ready for work. This was going to be a good day.

Consider dropping this above

*

Monday morning, instead of going to his own work, Nolan tagged along with Grace to her work. She didn't really need an extra set of hands, but with the day they had had prior, she needed her man by her side. They both did. And as she mowed lawns on her tractor, she reflected. She knew Nolan didn't intend to upset her, and she loved him dearly. This wasn't some summer fling. This was something that would go deep in their relationship for the years to come, she was sure. There were a thousand potential upsets down the road. 

Grace looked over at Nolan. He wasn't that good with manual labor, but he meant well. He wanted to be with her, and all the time at that, especially now. Maybe the issues they'd had and the journey they were on together would bring them closer to each other than ever before. What other couples would ever go through this? Only in their minds, fantasies. Theirs was the reality.

Still, the temptation of Nate hung there. One glance from her, and he was ready to take her and give her every ounce of his attention. That's what she needed in a way, though. To be pampered and worshiped by a lover. To feel alive, truly. To be fucked in ways where she'd truly let go and feel everything. To be used like an animal in heat. And by now, Grace could admit this to herself: her orgasms had never felt better than when she let herself fall down that path with Nate, and then with her beloved Nolan. It was confusing, yes, and maybe a little unhealthy in parts, but as she got onto the next patch of lawn that needed a trim, she knew the road ahead wouldn't be as straight and paved. There'd be potholes, gravel, detours, and hardships ahead. Grace sighed.

With Nolan, she would always have love, safety, and comfort. It was something that Nate lacked, and thus the appeal, despite the lingering threat of unwanted attention from Nate. But like Grace had told Nolan, they'd learn to love the rough edges.

But did Nate really lack those qualities? He was caring when it counted. He wasn't the type to get jealous or insecure, even when he was sort of playing second fiddle to another couple's wishes. He was older, with experience, and he knew how to treat a girl right. He had also been the one to calm her down after a blowout with Nolan. Nate had been the one to tell her she had needs as well, and that it wasn't just about Nolan's fantasies. Luckily, Nolan had come around. Grace shrugged all of that off.

She looked instead over at Nolan. The poor man working his ass off to earn her affection, not knowing how undyingly he had it. How he had Grace's full heart. He didn't need to try so hard, but the fact that he did meant so much. It was the little things that mattered. And Grace was pretty sure Nolan knew that too. But having him on his toes, well, he was her favorite person to toy with. Nothing brought her more joy than being a tease for her poor man.

If only he knew what a tease she could be. Even now, without Nolan being even slightly aware of it, Grace wore her sleaziest, most impractical but revealing thong under her overalls. She felt so incredibly naughty walking around like this, with her man by her side, with a small smile on her face.

The day went by quickly, and the two put up fences, removed several wheelbarrows of weeds, and mowed lawns. At lunch, they sat down in the shade of a tree. 

"So, how are you doing?" Nolan asked.

Grace smiled. "I'm doing okay," she said. "And you?"

"Better now that I'm here with you," Nolan said.

Grace smiled. "That's sweet," she said. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you check the note I put out this morning?"

"Note?" Nolan asked, confused. "No, I didn't see any note."

Grace smirked. "Oh, I put it in the kitchen. On the counter," she said.

Nolan frowned. "What note?" he asked.

"I just left some notes about my dream last night," she said.

"Dream? What dream?" Nolan asked.

"About Nate," she said, watching the color drain from his face. Grace giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "It's just a dream. And I think it's a sign of how far we've come. You're not jealous about me dreaming about Nate, are you?"

Nolan blushed. "I mean, it's weird, yeah," he said.

"But you're not jealous?" she asked.

"Maybe a little," Nolan admitted.

"Well, don't be," Grace said. "I'll always be here for you, and you're the only one I'll ever really love."

Nolan smiled. "I love you too," he said.

"But that doesn't mean Nate and I won't have our fun," Grace said. "You want me to enjoy myself, right?"

"Yeah, that's what this is all about," Nolan agreed. "It's a lot to deal with, yeah, but the whole point is seeing you get the most pleasure, and the taboo aspect that it's not from me you're getting that from."

"So you can accept that Nate is part of that now?" she asked.

"I guess so," Nolan said. "I mean, I trust you. I know that you'll always come back to me."

Grace smiled. "Always," she said. "You're my one and only. But now we have this extra spice. And we'll figure it out together. You just have to remember that this is also about me."

"I know," Nolan said. "And I promise to be better at listening to your needs."

"Good," Grace said. She gave him another kiss, this time on the lips. "So, do you wanna know what happened between me and Nate?" she asked.

Nolan hesitated for a moment and looked around. They weren't really in public, sitting on a bench in one of the parks that Grace maintained, but there were still other people around. It was the middle of the day, after all. But the closest person was an old man who was feeding some pigeons.

"Here?" Nolan asked.

"Why not?" Grace said. "If you can handle it."

Nolan took a deep breath. "Okay, fine," he said. "Tell me what happened."

Grace smiled. "Good boy. So–"

As Grace told her tale, her mind drifted back to that night, replaying every single moment as if it were happening again. She felt her cheeks flush as she recalled how Nate felt inside her, how it was for her to blow him in his car right outside where they lived. How he made her feel. And as she talked, she saw the conflicting emotions on Nolan's face. There was lust, curiosity, and then guilt and jealousy. It was all very amusing. Grace knew that Nolan loved hearing about it, but that he was also jealous that she had enjoyed it so much. He was obviously worried, and perhaps with every right. Another man had successfully conquered his girl. A man should be worried then. But Grace was his, that was for sure

When she finished her story, Nolan sat in silence for a moment, trying to process everything. Grace could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to decide how to respond.

"Wow," he finally said. "That's... that's intense. And... I get why you needed to process all of that. Wow."

"I know," Grace said. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry that I made you feel bad. I just needed some time to sort out my own feelings. I love you, and you're the most important person in my life. But I also need to explore this side of myself. It's new and exciting, and I don't want to deny myself that."

"I understand," Nolan said. "I'm sorry for pushing you. I just wanted to know what happened."

"So you keep saying, and I get it. Thank you for understanding," Grace said. "So how does it feel? Knowing that Nate fucked your girl?" she added, wanting more of that dirty talk to spur him on.

Nolan swallowed hard and cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he tried to find the words.

"It's... weird," he admitted. "I mean, I knew that was a possibility when we started this whole thing, but it's different actually hearing about it, knowing that it has happened, and it can't be taken back. That another man knows what you... feel like."

Grace smiled and squeezed his hand again. "I know," she said. "And I'm sorry if it hurts. But I also think it's kind of hot, knowing that someone else has been inside me. That another man has claimed me, and that you have to deal with that fact."

Nolan took a sharp intake of breath. It had hurt him. But before Grace could follow up, Nolan spoke. "I can't deny hearing that hurts, that you knowingly may choose to hurt my feelings for your own pleasure," he said. "But you're right. I do find it kind of hot. Not just kind of. Very hot, actually. Knowing that you're being shared, that you're not mine alone, even if you still are."

Grace nodded, her heart swelling at the revelation.

"That's why I think we need to continue this journey together," Grace said. "We're both learning new things about ourselves and our relationship. But that comes with us both growing into it. You need to deal with the fact that I'll explore with Nate, and you need to be okay with that. And I need to be okay with the fact that you're dealing with your own emotions over it. But we can do that together."

Nolan took a deep breath. "I think that sounds like a good idea," he said. He looked down at his feet and shook his head. "This is all so fucked up," he said, but he couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, it is," Grace said. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "And you love it."

"I know. I do," Nolan admitted. "So, what happens now? I'll try to be less pushy. We learn as long as we live, and well, that weekend I think we both lived a lot. But I take it that you'd prefer if we continue?"

"I would. But I, of course, will respect it if you don't. But I have a feeling that you do," Grace said, and winked. "Because I know that you get a thrill out of me wanting more of this. And you enjoy how honest I am about it."

Nolan shifted in his seat, a half-smile across his handsome face. What a contrast to Nate he was. The older man oozing confidence and lust, while Nolan was still finding himself. But Grace had no doubts, Nolan would learn, and fast. Especially when it came to how much of a tease she could be.

"Is it torture talking about all of this? Here in this park where you can't... ravage me?" she asked.

"I mean, it's always torture being around you. You're too damn hot for your own good," Nolan said. "But yeah, hearing about how another man has had you, it's pretty damn difficult not to just throw you down on the grass right here and take you."

Grace smirked. "Good," she said. She reached over and ran her hand along his thigh, feeling him harden beneath her touch. "You know that I'm all yours, right?" she whispered. "Even when I'm with Nate, or someone else, you'll always be the only one I really want."

"I know," Nolan said. Grace could see the hunger in his eyes as she continued to tease him. "But that doesn't make it any easier."

Grace grinned. "Well, you'll just have to wait until we get home," she said. "But until then, I guess you'll just have to imagine what Nate and I did."

Nolan groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to hide his growing erection. Grace could see the desire in his eyes as he thought about what she was saying. She knew that she was driving him crazy, but that only made it more fun. She loved teasing him and knowing that he was hers.

"I... I know it wasn't right of me to put any sort of limitations by asking you not to, erh, to orgasm with him. The whole point is, as we have been reiterating, that you should enjoy yourself..." Nolan hesitated, probably wanting to find the right words so he wouldn't step in it again.

"But?" Grace asked, trying to put her kindest voice on so he'd speak his mind.

"Nate, erh, Nate finishing inside of you. I know it is weird, but that just seems way more intimate for some reason," Nolan confessed.

"And that bothers you?" Grace asked.

"In a way, yes. It shouldn't, I know. And it's weird. Like I said, I can't really explain it. It just does," Nolan said.

"It's okay. I get it," Grace said. She smiled and leaned over, kissing him softly. "But I want Nate to finish inside me. I want to feel his cum inside me. I want to feel him claim me. And so do you, right? You know I love it when you cum inside of me, leaving your DNA and genes all over me. That makes you feel like a man, and now I want the same from Nate. I want him to feel like a man when he's with me. Maybe I'm weird and unreasonable, but making him feel that gives me something too. I don't know if I can explain it. But that's how I feel."

"Really?" Nolan asked.

"Yes, really," Grace said. "I mean, I know it's not exactly what you wanted to hear, but if Nate and I are going to continue this journey together, then I want him to be able to experience me completely. And I want you to be okay with that. Because that's what's important to me. If we're going to do this, I have to be able to enjoy myself the whole way."

Nolan nodded. "Thank you for being honest with me," he said. "And I'll try to be okay with that. Even if I'm not right away."

"That's all I ask," Grace said. "Just try, and we'll figure it out as we go. Together."

"Together," Nolan agreed. He leaned in and kissed her, and Grace felt herself melt into his arms.

As they pulled away, Grace smiled at him. "Now let's get back to work. We still have a lot of lawns to mow."

Nolan nodded, and the two of them stood up. As they made their way back to Grace's truck, Grace couldn't help but smile. She was happy that they had talked things through, and that they were on the same page about continuing this journey. And as they got back to work, Grace couldn't help but think about Nate. And the fun they were going to have together.

As the two of them worked, they were both surprised as Josh Calhoun, Nolan's boss, stopped by. As Nolan was officially home on sick leave, he was pretty nervous about this surprise visit, but Josh smiled and waved it off. Josh was the epitome of the friendly boss, always taking care of his employees, and Nolan had told Grace many stories about Josh.

"Nolan, Grace, you guys look busy," he said.

"Hey Josh," Nolan said, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Hi," Grace said, hopping down from the tractor. She walked over and shook Josh's hand. He was taller than Nolan, with short, dark hair and a strong jaw. Blue eyes for days, and his shone with kindness and care. Grace wasn't always taken aback by another presence, but Josh sure did the trick.

"Grace, how are you?" Josh asked.

"I'm good," she said. "Just keeping this one out of trouble." She nodded towards Nolan.

Josh chuckled. "I bet you are," he said. He turned to Nolan. "So, I'm back in town. I'm hosting a party at my place, and everyone in Entrendy and Calhoun Holding is invited. Theme: hippie."

"Hippie?" Nolan asked.

"Yeah, you know, peace and love, groovy vibes, loose dresses, baggy pants, clothes out of hemp," Josh said.

"Clothes out of hemp? I thought you were a fashion designer," Grace teased. Josh held up his hands as if on gunpoint.

"We need to embrace our inner hobos from time to time," he chuckled. "By the way, now that I'm here. I've got great ambition and no vision when it comes to my backyard. If you're able to slide me into your schedule somewhere, I'd love for you to get free rein and make it nice."

"Oh... Sure. I'll see what we can do. How large of a backyard?" Grace asked.

"30 acres or so," Josh said with a shrug. "Oh, we have a pool, so if you want to bring your swimming gear, be my guest. Anyway, I gotta go. Lots of stuff to catch up on!"

"Alright, boss," Nolan said, shaking his hand as Josh waved his farewell.

Nolan looked at Grace. "He has 30 acres?" Grace asked, and Nolan just nodded. "Damn, rich people," she muttered.

"I've been there once, and I can't believe it myself," Nolan said. "He's really nice, too. I can't see why anyone would want to do anything bad to him."

"Yeah, and he's super handsome, what the fuck?" Grace asked, shaking her head in disbelief. Nolan raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? Are we ditching Nate so you can sleep with my boss instead?" Nolan said, teasing Grace like she did to him so many times.

"No, but I might take a dip in that pool," Grace said, smirking. "Maybe you'd like that? His eyes bulging as my booty moves around all wet in a tiny little bikini?"

Nolan was silent for a moment, then he just grunted.

"You'd be okay with that, right?" Grace asked. "If I flirted with Josh? Let him feel me up a bit?"

"I... Yeah, I guess so," Nolan said.

"Good," Grace said. "Because I think it would be fun. And I think it would make you feel even more like a cuckold. He bosses you around, puts you on overtime, sends you on business trips, just so he can come over and fuck your girl."

Nolan's face flushed with heat. "Fuck..." he muttered.

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that," Grace said. "We're really finding our way in this, aren't we?"

"We certainly are, you naughty tease," Nolan chuckled.

*

Nate sat at his desk, next to Nolan's empty one, fiddling with a pen. For once, he had to rely on himself to do something, and he hated with a passion how he seemingly had floated on Nolan's coat up until now. He felt like the entire office was looking at him and his perceived uselessness. Nate was honestly not entirely sure what he was supposed to do without Nolan. They were mostly working on the Oakland Pharma case, but Nolan had done most of the heavy lifting on it, and now Nate was stuck.

Without him, there honestly wasn't a lot to do. Nolan always had a bunch of other clients to work on, and dumped most Oakland stuff in Nate's lamp, as Nate wasn't allowed to have his own clients, but without Nolan to dump said stuff into said lap, Nate was just sitting there, rubbing his neck.

Mirella was especially fierce in that regard. No slack under that woman. She had come over, told him in no uncertain terms that he was a waste of space and a moron who shouldn't even be given the opportunity to work here. Mirella clearly hated his guts, but was clever enough not to say it too directly as his supervisor.

Nate had half a mind to go jerk off to the thought of Mirella sucking his cock. Her pretty blue-gray eyes angrily and judgmentally looking up at him, her walnut colored hair bouncing up and down with each movement, saliva dripping down her chin. But as angry as he was, as much as he wanted to put her in her place and have her show some respect, his cock wasn't willing to show Mirella even an ounce of kindness or interest. 

Instead, his thoughts traced back to his evening with Grace. He had some anticipation going into that date, but Grace was easily the best lay he'd had, ever. Just thinking of her sent shivers down his back. The way she responded to his big cock breaking into her body, her tight little pussy getting molded and shaped like it should, every moan, every slight spasm, everything about her was perfect, and he couldn't wait for more. But she was also a tease, keeping him at arm's length. Nate would need to assert his dominance to really take their fun places.

If it ever were to happen again. It had to. Nate simply had to fuck Grace again. She was like a drug. The moment she entered his system, he knew he would never be able to live without another hit of her. That tight little body of hers, those amazing tits and perky nipples, her ass, God, her ass was something else entirely. And the way she took his cock. The way she moaned. The way she screamed. The way she came. The way she looked at him when he filled her with his cream. Nate could barely contain himself. 

What a night it had been. Grace had absolutely drained him of all energy. He hadn't felt this satisfied in years. Maybe ever. His brain had gone completely numb. But despite how hard and intense the sex had been, Nate was also still aware that he hadn't fully conquered her yet. He was on the hunt, and he was going to keep going after her.

He had seen the look in her eyes. The way she melted under his touch. The way she submitted to his cock. And he was going to make sure that she would be his. Nate knew that she was into him, and that Nolan was probably a wimpy little bitch who couldn't satisfy her the way she needed to be satisfied.

Nate thought back to the last time he saw Nolan, before Nate's date with Grace. The way that Nolan had been all nervous, and how he seemed completely out of his element. There was no way that Nolan could compete with what Nate could offer. Grace needed a real man, and Nate was going to make sure that she got one.

Nate smiled to himself as he thought about how devastating it would be for Nolan to know that Grace chose him over Nolan. There was no doubt that Nolan looked down at Nate, or at least saw himself as above him. But Nate knew that Grace needed someone to match her level. 

He felt almost forced into having to steal Grace away. Before, it was something he wanted to do. Now, he had to. To think that she was wasted on that fucking moron–

"Mr. Bertsch," a snappy, stern voice came from behind him. Nate turned around, only to be met by stern blue eyes looking at him with the coldest of stares. If anything, Josh knew how to hire attractive women. Mirella was a stunningly beautiful woman. Not Grace-level, but she certainly had her charm.

"What's up?" Nate asked, mirroring the boisterous camaraderie tone of the rest of the office. Another thing Josh did right: the spirit around the office.

"Since Nolan is out sick, well, this was supposed to be for him, but he's not here. Do you have any experience with ad work in the food industry? Tex-Mex to be exact?" Mirella asked, dumping a folder on his desk as if it were a foregone conclusion wherever this was going.

"Sure, a little bit," Nate lied. "I've eaten a bunch at least!" barked out, trying to get a laugh. Instead of laughter, Nate was witnessing Mirella trying to force herself not to roll her eyes.

"We can't give you the client," she said. "But we can find a workaround, a split, or a pot, if you want. We really don't want this, but time is of the essence on this one, and, well, everyone else's plates are full. No pun intended."

Nate chuckled, hoping to break the ice a bit. It didn't work.

"So, what do you think? Are you up for it?" Mirella asked.

Nate shrugged. "I mean, yeah, sure," he said. "You sure don't sugarcoat anything, do you?"

Mirella sighed and shook her head. "I'll email you the brief. They also have a red rum, whatever that means, so there is potential for some side work too," she said. "I suggest you start working on it today, because I have a feeling Mr. Calhoun will need it as soon as possible. He's in town now, but he's always busy, so please use your experience to your advantage and take initiative on this one. Until Nolan is back, at least."

Nate nodded and Mirella turned around on her heels and left. Nate hated how that last remark ended. 'Until Nolan is back, at least.' Nate had been doing ad work since before Nolan was in diapers, yet Mirella saw it as some kind of charity where Nolan would take over as if he knew best. Nate knew, of course, that this was his chance to perhaps outshine his younger neighbor, and that he could do the job better than Nolan. And thus, he could use that with Grace.

To her, it would surely look like she spurred him on, and that he was just as capable as Nolan, if not better. And if Nate was better than him in most departments, the road to victory would be wide open. Nate had no doubt that Nolan wouldn't be able to keep up with him, especially in the bedroom.

*

It wasn't until next week that Nolan was back at work, leaving Grace to her own graces. It was for the better, honestly. The first few days, he tried to help her out and whatnot, and sure, it was nice to have an extra set of hands, but her whole landscaping venture was her business. Her independence. And, to be fair, manual labor was more her style than Nolan's anyway. He meant well, though, and that was all that mattered. Even if it meant keeping him and his abysmal driving the hell away from her tractor.

She had a few jobs scheduled, and they were all going well. She had even managed to fit Josh into her schedule, and she was eager to see what he had in mind. Not this week, though. Some of her watering systems had broken down one way or the other, wear and tear, and that jazz, and Grace had to spend most of her time making repairs.

But then the weekend came, the two went to the movies, ate some takeaway, and tore through a few Netflix shows like two old couch potatoes. A nice cozy week and weekend.

However, with a boring week prior, this special little Monday, Grace had decided to follow up on some of her dirtier deeds. It was a suggestion made by Nate a while ago. To wear naughty clothing underneath her work clothes, with nobody herself as a witness. It was so naughty, and it was all for her. Last week, Grace had done a thong; this week, well, what were these games ever without upping the ante? She had ordered some black silk lingerie. Nolan had wanted this specific piece for so long, so he could gawk at her, but now she was getting it for nobody but herself. Grace had to smile just thinking of how mad it would drive Nolan if he knew. She'd always be honest, but keeping a few things here and there was just the thrill that made a normal week feel a little extra.

As she got dressed in the morning, the fabric of the lingerie felt soft against her skin. She loved how it looked against her tanned skin. The contrast between her skin and the black was breathtaking. She looked so sexy, turning and twisting in the mirror as she was about to hide it all under her coveralls.

But so that this naughty streak was also for her future husband, and not only for her, she had gotten this nice red nightdress that barely reached down a few inches of her thighs, which she'd absolutely show him. She had half a mind that, like how Nate had his bikini, this nightdress was for Nolan and only him. But, well, everything like that that Grace had was supposed to be for his eyes only.

She looked over at Nolan. He was asleep, snoring slightly. She smiled and leaned down, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He stirred slightly and mumbled something unintelligible before falling back asleep, having no idea how much of a misbehaving vixen his woman was.

Grace giggled quietly as she grabbed her things and left the house. What a naughty idea this all was. As she got into her truck, she knew this day would be exciting. Well, except for having to fix water systems while wearing lingerie, but you take some, you lose some. Practicality wasn't always at the top of the list of women's clothes, and this outfit sure as hell wasn't made to withstand the harsh conditions of landscaping.

It was fine, though. Grace was used to her coveralls getting ripped here and there. She had several pairs that had been fixed by the sewing machine more than once. The most the lingerie would do was run up her ass, and as a wearer of thongs, she was more than used to that uncomfortable scenario.

The day itself was mostly uneventful, apart from Grace catching herself a few times thinking about what she was wearing underneath her clothes. It made her feel incredibly sexy, knowing that she had something naughty hidden away. The thought of maybe showing the outfit off to some other man excited her as well. Nate? Sure. But also men like Josh. Nolan's handsome and smart and surprisingly kind boss. Or other people. But for now, it was all for her. To feel sexy. And it worked, because Grace was constantly surprised how it felt as the silk brushed against her skin.

After work, in lieu of what Nolan and she had talked about, Grace decided to make a small jump on their exploration fun. Nothing would tease Nolan more if she decided to stop by Nate. Whether that meant another four-week cycle was in effect, well, not necessarily. This was just meant to increase tension, build, and tease Nolan a bit. Nothing more.

Besides, Nate was still technically a client and lived right next door, so what a great time to pop over, right?

Perhaps caught herself wondering if she was grabbing for excuses? Then again, so what if she was? This was what they were doing, and it was all for fun anyway. It wasn't like Grace was going over there to fuck him anyway. It was just to tease.

And as Grace stood outside Nate's front door, she felt her heart race slightly. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She waited for a moment, then heard footsteps approaching. The door opened, and Nate appeared, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. He looked surprised to see her.

"Grace?" he said. "What are you doing here?"

Grace smiled. "I just wanted to come by and see how you're doing," she said. "Is that okay?"

Nate nodded. "Yeah, yeah, of course," he said. "Come on in."

Grace stepped inside, and Nate led her into the living room. There was a TV on, but it was muted and playing some football game. Nate turned it off and gestured for her to sit down on the couch.

"I'm still in my work clothes," Grace excused, not really wanting to linger around. She was just here to tease, after all.

"It's fine," Nate said, sitting down next to her.

Grace felt her heart beat faster as he sat next to her. She could smell his familiar scent of... well, unshoweredness and cigarettes. Perhaps a hint of aftershave, but mostly the smoke. It was a weird combination, but one she was growing fond of. Perhaps she should reprimand him for smoking, but she knew that was just a part of who he was. And truth be told, deep down, way deep, Grace found that kind of ruggedness and dirtiness to be an odd attraction.

Nate was so different from Nolan. He was older, rougher around the edges. He wasn't afraid to say what he wanted, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it. And that was incredibly hot to Grace. She knew that Nate wanted her, and that he wouldn't take no for an answer. This was going to be dangerous fun, and she couldn't wait to see how far they could take this.

"So, how have you been?" Nate asked.

"Good," Grace said. "Just working a lot, as usual."

Nate nodded. "That's good," he said. "So, Nolan is okay then?" he asked, no doubt hoping for some action. Grace grinned widely at that.

"Oh yeah, he's great," Grace said. "We've been getting along really well lately."

Nate nodded, and Grace saw the look in his eye. He wanted her. Badly. But Grace had no intention of giving in to his desires so easily. She was here to tease, and she would do exactly that.

"So, your plants," Grace said, pretending to steer this conversation in another direction. "I think they could use a bit of TLC."

"Oh, really?" Nate said. "I don't really know anything about plants."

"Well, I know. You water them frequently enough, but weed control is pretty bad," Grace said. "I can give you a hand with it, if you like."

"That would be great," Nate said, grinning. He knew perfectly well how Grace liked to check on his plants, and he'd love to see that. Even in her coveralls. And Grace was well aware of this.

"Good," Grace said, standing up. "Well, let's get to it."

Nate nodded and followed her to the windowsill. As Grace began inspecting the plants, Nate stood close behind her, his hands resting on her waist. Grace felt a shiver run down her spine as he touched her. She wanted to tell him to fuck off and keep his hands to himself, but she also wanted to tease him a bit longer.

As Grace pretended to inspect the plants, she could feel Nate's hands moving slowly up and down her sides. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he leaned in close. She tried to ignore him, but she could feel herself starting to get wet. Grace felt the warmth and pressure from his body against her ass.

Grace was perfectly aware she was pushing him. Making herself ready to be bent over his couch and fucked. 

"Kinda, uh, hard working your plants when you're all up on me," Grace said, her voice faltering slightly.

"I've got something you can work on, instead," Nate rumbled, and pushed his crotch right onto her, showing Grace just how excited he was.

"Wow, Nate, already? Eager much?" Grace teased him.

"How could I not? I have this perfect little slut right in front of me, asking for it," Nate replied, squeezing her ass firmly, making her yelp out in surprise.

"D-don't call me a slut," Grace said. "And... you know you're not supposed to touch me."

"Who's gonna know? And Nolan doesn't need to find out every little thing," he said, not paying Grace much attention, or giving a damn about what her beloved thought.

But Grace did, so she pulled away, leaving Nate's hands grasping at nothing.

"Don't ruin this for me," Grace warned. But then she felt bad for scolding him. "I came to tease, not break any rules."

Nate closed his eyes as if to gather himself, clearly not wanting this route at all. Then he sighed, opened his eyes, and smiled. "Rules? Does that mean that we're back on?" he asked, shifting back a few inches

"Maybe," Grace said, her voice innocent but accompanied by a dirty smile.

"So this accounts as you giving me a show? So four weeks?" Nate asked, desperate for clear answers.

"Maaaybe," Grace answered, smiling wider as she saw her effect on this much older, larger man.

"Right. Okay. Well, then, let's get back to work," he said, taking another step back.

Grace bit her lip, nodded, turned, and continued checking his plants, occasionally giving him a glance as he was standing behind her. She even put most of her weight on one foot just so her ass would get an incredible arch. He had a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the view. Grace could feel his eyes on her, and it made her feel even more sexy.

Then slowly, she bent forward, arching her ass out. Even baggy coveralls didn't stand a chance when it came to her heavy ass, the light blue denim hugging her curves in a way that was too lewd to ignore.

She knew he was staring at her ass, and it made her feel powerful and desired. She loved knowing that she could drive him crazy with just a few movements. Moving a hand to her lower back, she gently traced her fingers along the curve of her ass. She heard Nate take a sharp breath as she did so, and she couldn't help but smirk. Grace closed her fist around a cheek, released it, and gave herself a good smack.

"Fuck," Nate groaned.

Grace bit her lip as she felt herself getting more aroused. She loved how much Nate wanted her. And she loved how she was teasing him. She loved having that power over him. She loved knowing that she could make him beg for her.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, supporting herself against the window frame, looking over her shoulder at a very desperate man.

"Fuck yeah," he breathed.

"Good," Grace said, turning around to face him. "Because I'm going to make it even better."

With that, she reached down and slowly unzipped her coveralls. She watched as Nate's eyes widened as she revealed more of her body to him. She slid the coveralls down her shoulders, letting them pool around her ankles, revealing her lingerie-clad body to him.

Nate swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body. Grace felt a thrill rush through her as she saw the hunger in his eyes. She knew that he wanted her, and she was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

"Do you like what you see?" Grace asked, running her hands down her sides.

"Fuck yes," Nate groaned, unable to keep his composure any longer. He took a step towards her, but Grace held up a finger.

"Not so fast," she said. "I'm in charge here, remember?"

Nate nodded, his eyes fixed on her body. Grace knew that she had him right where she wanted him. 

"Now, you're going to stand there and watch how fucking sexy I am," Grace said. "And you're going to keep your hands to yourself."

Nate nodded eagerly, his breathing becoming more ragged as he watched her. Grace smiled and ran a hand down her stomach, letting it rest on the hem of her panties. She could see the desire in his eyes as she teased him.

"Nolan hasn't even seen this set. He doesn't even know I have it, nor that I'm wearing it. I got it just for me. But you can look at it, for now," she teased.

Nate licked his lips and nodded again, his hands balling into fists as he tried to resist the urge to touch her. Grace loved having this power over him. She loved knowing that she could make him so desperate for her.

"You want to see more?" she asked, taking a step towards him. Nate nodded, his eyes never leaving her body.

"What do you say?" Grace asked.

"Please," Nate begged.

Grace grinned and slowly began to peel off her panties. She made sure to give him a good show, moving her hips in slow circles as she pulled them down. She could see his cock straining against his sweatpants as he watched her.

"You can't touch me," Grace said. "But you can take your cock out."

Nate didn't hesitate, reaching into his pants and pulling out his rock-hard cock, getting a slow stroke going immediately. Grace couldn't help but smile as she saw how eager he was. She loved how much he wanted her.

As Grace slipped her panties off her ankles, she took a step towards Nate. She could see the desire in his eyes as she got closer to him. She desperately wanted to touch that big fucking meat, but as she hadn't cleared it with Nolan. Sure, he'd probably okay it, their last 4-week cycle they had sort of muddied the water by letting her touch Nate and not him, her, but it was better to be one-hundred percent sure and not regret anything. The last thing she wanted was to blow this thing up; it was way too much fun to play around like this.

"This is all you get for now," Grace said, turning around and showing off her ass. She couldn't help but smile as she heard Nate groan behind her.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he said. "Your body is perfect."

Grace couldn't help but feel a little smug about that. She knew that she was beautiful, but it was always nice to hear someone else say it.

"You like my ass?" she asked, giving it a good smack.

"Fuck yes," Nate said, his voice hoarse. "It's so fucking juicy and perfect."

Grace felt herself getting more aroused as she listened to his praise. She loved knowing that he wanted her so badly. 

"Do you allow Nolan to fuck it?" Nate pushed on.

"I do," Grace said. "And he loves it."

"I bet he does," Nate said, his voice full of desire. "He's a lucky fucking bastard."

Grace knew then that it was probably on Nate's list of desires. She hadn't specifically thought about Nate fucking her up her ass, but now that she was thinking about it... he was probably way too big anyway. No way would she be able to take that monster inside her ass.

"Yeah, he is," Grace teased, leaning forward and placing her hands on the window frame. She could see Nate's reflection in the glass, watching her with an almost angry look. As if it pissed him off not being able to shove his fat cock inside the wet hole in front of him. She was naked except for her bra, and Nate could so easily just take her. Would she refuse him? Probably she would, and they'd be forced to take a break or something. She hoped he'd be sensible.

"Are you gonna fuck my ass, Nate?" Grace asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I will, if you let me," Nate growled. "I'll fuck it so good you won't be able to walk for days."

Grace smiled, feeling a thrill rush through her. "We'll see about that," she said, giving him a wink before turning back around.

Nate groaned behind her, and she could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft. The slick, rhythmic sound of his palm sliding over the wet head of his cock, over and over.

"You think about this when you jerk off, don't you?" Grace asked, teasing him with her body, slowly getting up and turning around. As much as Nate wanted to see her perfect ass naked in front of him, she wanted to see his angry cock heave and throb too.

"I do," he answered honestly.

"Oh, fuck that's so sexy," Grace said, taking a small step towards him, looking down on his furious cock as it lay hard and heavy in his strong hand, which was slick with precum. "What else do you think about?" she asked, unable to take her eyes off his meaty tool.

"I think about fucking you all night long, making you scream my name," Nate said, his voice low and gravelly. "I think about fucking your tight little pussy until you can't walk anymore. I think about cumming all over your face and tits."

Grace bit her lip, feeling her own arousal growing as she listened to Nate. He was so dirty, and she loved it. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him, completely naked.

Nate let out a deep growl as he took in her body. His hand moved faster along his shaft, and Grace could see the muscles in his arm flexing with each movement. He was so turned on by her that it was nuts. How he was able to show such self-control spoke volumes about his willpower.

"Fuck, Grace," Nate said, his voice thick with desire. "As much as I enjoy watching that ass, I get a feeling you have a thing for huge cocks too. So... Do you want a closer look at it?"

Grace bit her lip and nodded, unable to form words. Her mind was racing, and she knew that if she opened her mouth, only a moan would escape. She watched as Nate's hand moved faster along his cock, his grip tightening. She could see the veins on his forearms standing out as he worked himself.

Without thinking, she lowered herself on her knees. Completely naked, and suddenly being under his spell rather than him being under hers.

Nate smirked and took a step towards her. His cock was mere inches from her face, and she could feel the heat coming off of it. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the thickness of it.

"Fuck," she moaned, feeling the weight of it in her hand. "It's so fucking big."

"You like that?" Nate asked, his voice low and husky.

Grace nodded, her eyes fixed on his cock. She could feel her own arousal growing as she imagined what it would feel like to have him inside her. She wanted it so badly, but she knew that she had to be patient. She had to make sure that Nolan was okay with it first. Then she realized she was holding Nate's cock in her hand. Right now. Not having cleared it with Nolan.

"Oh no," she said, letting go of his cock. "I can't do this."

"What's wrong?" Nate asked, concern in his voice.

"We need to stop," Grace said. "I'm not supposed to touch you yet."

"But you touched me all the time before?" Nate said, clearly trying to convince Grace that this wasn't a problem.

"Yeah, I know, but now..." she began, trying to come up with an explanation. "Well, we did that when he was in on it. I was just coming over here to tease you a bit, then go back to Nolan and tease him too. I wasn't even here with the intention of, y'know, starting a new cycle or whatever."

"Right, right," Nate said. "I understand."

"Good," Grace said, getting back to her feet.

"So... does that mean you're not going to finish me off?" Nate asked, gesturing to his still hard cock.

Grace laughed. "No, I think I've teased you enough for one day," she said. "But you can finish yourself off if you like."

"Oh, believe me, I will," Nate said, smirking. "But I want you to stay here and watch."

Grace bit her lip nervously. She knew that she shouldn't, but the way he commanded her, even as she was about to release, made her curious and excited.

"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll stay and watch. But don't take too long, right?"

Nate smiled and began stroking himself again. Grace watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft, the wet head glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. She felt her own arousal growing as she watched him.

"Fuck," she moaned softly, unable to tear her eyes away from his cock.

"Do you like watching me stroke my cock?" Nate asked, his voice low and husky.

Grace nodded, her eyes fixed on his shaft. "Yes," she whispered. "I love seeing how hard I make you."

"You do," Nate said. "You make me so fucking hard, princess. But right now, I need you to get on your knees again."

Grace hesitated for a moment, then slowly got back down on her knees. She looked up at Nate, her eyes filled with desire.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent.

"I want you to open your mouth," Nate said. "And I want you to stick out your tongue."

Grace nodded and did as he commanded. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She could see the desire in his eyes as he looked down at her. He was so close to finishing, and she couldn't wait to see him cum.

Nate's hand moved faster along his shaft, and Grace watched as he began to cum. His cock throbbed and pulsed as his cum shot out and covered her face. She moaned as she felt the hot, sticky liquid coat her skin. She closed her eyes and felt his cum drip down her cheeks, her chin, her neck. She could smell the musky scent of it, and it drove her wild. Nate groaned as he came all over her face, covering her in his seed, several large ropes landing in her mouth. Thick and salty, lumpy even.

As he finished cumming, Grace opened her eyes and looked up at him. She could feel his cum drying on her face, and she loved it. She loved seeing how much he wanted her.

"Fuck, you look so sexy like that," Nate growled.

"I know," Grace said, smiling up at him. "Now I gotta go home and shower."

"What if you walk over there like that?" Nate suggested. "That would drive Nolan nuts."

"Hah!" Grace barked out. "No way, José."

"So four weeks?" Nate asked.

"I'll ask him," Grace replied. For some reason, that seemed to annoy Nate.

"That lingerie, you never showed it to Nolan?" Nate asked.

"Nope," Grace replied, collecting said lingerie, plus her work clothes. How fast had she gotten naked in front of him after so long where they kept things at a minimum?

"Are you gonna?" he asked. Grace shrugged inconclusively. She had half a mind to show Nolan it as she now had shown it to Nate. It was meant to be for her, but it obviously wasn't anymore. "Don't."

Grace stopped for a moment, hesitating. She knew that she shouldn't let Nate have any control over what she did with her body, but Nolan had said he didn't mind a secret here and there. Was this it?

"I'll consider it," Grace said.

*

When Grace came home, Nolan met her at the door. She was much later than usual. Well, that wasn't unusual in itself; she often had things that kept her working late, but Nolan had clearly seen her car down in the parking lot when he went to get their mail, so it was a bit weird.

"Hey, where were you?" Nolan asked, giving her a peck on the lips.

"Oh, I was just running a few errands," Grace said. "And I stopped by to see Nate."

"Oh, really?" Nolan asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "What did you do?"

"Put on a show," Grace said, taking a break to let the impact land. Nolan knew immediately what that implied. It had been a solid week since they talked about this last, and now it seemed like she had initiated restarting things.

"Really? You've been naughty?" Nolan replied, not sure what else to say. He felt nervous, but also excited.

"Me? No. All I did was just sit there. I just wanted to make sure his plants weren't dying," Grace said innocently. "But you know what happens when you sit around naked in a man's house."

"Naked? How'd that happen?" Nolan asked, playing as coy as Grace did.

"Funny, I asked myself the same thing," Grace replied. "But you know how it is. One minute you're watering plants, the next, you're in your birthday suit, and he's jerking off to you."

"Fuck, that's so hot," Nolan said, his cock already starting to harden. "What did you do?"

Grace shrugged, "Not much. Like I said, I just sat there and minded my own business, then suddenly a big fucking purple-headed cock was right in my face."

Nolan nodded, his eyes fixed on her. "And?" he asked.

"And... I got down on my knees, and I watched as he stroked that big, thick shaft. And I wanted it, so badly. But I knew I couldn't have it, because I hadn't cleared it with you. So I just watched as he jerked off, and he came all over my face."

"Fuck, that's so messed up. You didn't even double-check with me, but still did it. Why is that so hot?" Nolan asked.

"Because you know that I love to be naughty," Grace said, giving him a wink. "And I know that you love it too."

Nolan nodded, his cock now fully erect. He could feel the precum dripping from the tip as he imagined Grace getting on her knees in front of Nate. In his head, Nate grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth, using her mouth. It was so wrong, but so fucking hot.

"So, does that mean we're back on?" Nolan asked excitedly.

Grace smiled, "I think it does. But you know what that means. If you can handle it."

Nolan nodded, "In four weeks?"

"Four weeks," Grace confirmed.

Nolan felt his excitement grow. It was settled. "Should we... erh, make the rules clearer?" Nolan asked.

"Probably. I think we just use the old rules, but with a clearer definition of the no-touch rule and who and what it applies to. Like today, I reckon that falls within that rule, right?" Grace asked.

"Right."

"And I think, if you're okay with it, that it would be a small, nice little escalation if Nate and I texted a bit... And perhaps, if you can handle a few secrets, that perhaps you don't get to know what's in those text right away?" Grace said, using upspeak. She never did that. Nolan knew then she was seeking his approval for something she really wanted, but knew was perhaps too much to ask.

"I'd like to see the texts," Nolan replied.

"Yeah, but..." Grace began. "It'd be way more fun for you if you didn't. That way, you'd be on your toes, always wondering what the hell Nate and I have to talk about. Besides, it'd be nice to just let this evolve a bit more naturally."

Nolan nodded. It made sense. "Okay, yeah. I think I can handle that. But I wanna know, erh, eventually," Nolan said, wanting to stand his ground. He had given her a lot by agreeing that he wouldn't be able to see the two of them have sex the first few times, so asking to sometimes see those texts shouldn't be a huge ask.

"Right, you'll know," Grace agreed. "Just not right away, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Nolan said.

"And full disclosure, Nate did touch me. When I was checking his plants, he was groping me quite freely," Grace said. "I got a bit caught up in it, so it's my fault too."

"Alright, we'll... next week will be the first 'official' week then. One extra week tacked on," Nolan said. It was important not to let those rules they had to be steamrolled after all, and that one-week suspension thing was something they had all agreed upon.

"Fair. Another week of teasing and torture, but I'll endure. Nate too," Grace ensured. "So, I'm gonna go brush my teeth and go for some mouthwash. Nate's loads are so dense that they're hard to swallow," she said, smiling as she turned around and walked towards the bathroom. 

"Naughty," Nolan chimed in, hearing his girl glowingly talk about another man's sperm was not something he'd ever imagined himself witnessing. But here he was. "I'm glad we're doing this again. It's quite exciting."

"It is. Oh, and one more thing, keep those hands off your dick. I'm using it later tonight," she said so casually that it was almost offensive. Almost.

*