Welcome to the Neighborhood

The afternoon sun hung low over the backyard, casting golden light across the neatly trimmed grass and the cluster of folding chairs around the grill. Brian Carter flipped another burger and tried not to stare at his wife. Emilia stood near the fence line talking with their new neighbor, one hand resting on the cool bottle of beer she hadn't touched in ten minutes. The sundress she had chosen clung to her like it had been painted on, the thin cotton stretched tight over her full breasts and hugging the curve of her hips before ending just above mid-thigh. Every time she laughed and shifted her weight, the fabric rode higher.

Chuck Rhoades towered over her, broad shoulders filling out a simple black polo, dark skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat from the heat. He smiled easily, that confident, slow smile that seemed to pull people in. Emilia tilted her head, wavy brown hair falling over one shoulder as she answered something he said. Her free hand brushed his forearm when she made a point, fingers lingering a second longer than necessary. Brian's stomach tightened.

"These look about done," Brian called out, forcing his voice steady. "Em, you want to grab the buns from inside?"

Emilia glanced over, eyes bright, playful smile still on her lips. "Sure, babe. Chuck, don't go anywhere. I want to hear the rest of that story about your old place." She turned and walked toward the house, hips swaying just enough that Brian knew she felt his eyes on her. Chuck stayed where he was, watching her go with open appreciation before his gaze flicked back to Brian.

"Your wife sure knows how to make a guy feel welcome," Chuck said, voice low and smooth. "Moved in two weeks ago and she's already got me coming over for barbecue like I've lived here for years."

Brian forced a chuckle. "Em's good at that. Friendly." He plated the burgers, trying to ignore the way his pulse had kicked up. Friendly was one word. Flirty was another. And watching her lean in close while Chuck spoke had sent an unwelcome rush of heat straight to his groin.

Emilia returned with the buns, brushing past Chuck to set them on the table. Her breast pressed against his upper arm for a brief moment before she stepped back, laughing at something he murmured. Brian caught the way Chuck's hand settled lightly on the small of her back to steady her, thumb moving in a slow circle that could have been innocent. Except it wasn't. Not with the way Emilia's cheeks flushed and she didn't pull away right away.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of small talk and stolen glances. Brian kept busy at the grill, but every time he looked up Emilia was closer to Chuck, laughing louder, touching his arm again. Once she turned and caught Brian watching. Instead of looking embarrassed she held his gaze, one eyebrow arched like she was daring him to say something. The mix of jealousy and something darker coiled low in Brian's gut.

By the time the last guest left and Chuck waved goodbye with a casual "Thanks for having me over, neighbors," the sun had dipped behind the trees. Brian cleaned up in silence while Emilia hummed in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. He kept replaying the image of Chuck's fingers brushing hers when they both reached for the same plate.

That night, after the lights were out and the house had settled, Emilia rolled toward him in bed. Her hand slid over his chest, down his stomach, finding him already half-hard from the day's tension.

"You were quiet after everyone left," she said softly, fingers wrapping around him. "Something on your mind?"

Brian swallowed. "Chuck seems... friendly."

Emilia's grip tightened just enough to make him gasp. She stroked him slowly, deliberately. "He is. Tall, too. Did you notice how he had to duck under the doorway when he came inside?" Her thumb circled the head of his cock. "Strong hands. I felt them on my back a couple times."

Brian's hips lifted into her touch before he could stop himself. "Em..."

"What?" She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "It's just talking. Just looking." Her voice dropped lower, teasing. "You didn't seem to mind watching him look at me in this dress. I saw your face when his hand stayed on my waist a little too long."

Heat flooded Brian's cheeks. He wanted to deny it, but his cock twitched in her fist and gave him away. Emilia laughed softly, a bratty little sound that made his stomach flip.

"Tell me you didn't get hard watching," she whispered, climbing on top of him. She was already wet when she sank down, taking him in one smooth motion. Brian groaned, hands gripping her hips. "Tell me it didn't turn you on to see your wife flirting with the new neighbor."

He couldn't. The words stuck in his throat as she rode him, slow and steady, her breasts swaying above him. Emilia leaned forward, hair brushing his chest.

"I could feel you staring," she continued, voice breathy now. "Every time I touched his arm. Every time he smiled at me like he knew exactly what he was doing. Did you imagine what his hands would feel like somewhere else?"

Brian's fingers dug into her skin. "Fuck, Em..."

She rolled her hips harder. "Say it. Tell me you liked it."

The confession tore out of him between thrusts. "I liked it. I hated it and I liked it."

Emilia moaned, pace quickening. "Good. Because I liked it too. The way he looked at me... like he wanted more than just conversation." She braced her hands on his chest, riding him faster. "And you got hard watching. My sweet husband getting turned on while another man flirted with his wife."

Her words pushed him closer to the edge. Brian thrust up to meet her, the jealousy twisting into raw need. Emilia leaned down, mouth against his.

"Maybe next time," she whispered, "I won't stop at touching his arm."

Brian came hard, the orgasm ripping through him while Emilia kept moving, drawing it out until he was shaking beneath her. She followed moments later, clenching around him with a soft cry. Afterward she stayed on top of him, both of them catching their breath in the dark.

She kissed his jaw gently. "We don't have to do anything you don't want," she murmured. "But I think we both know you want more than just watching."

Brian closed his eyes, heart still racing. The image of Emilia's hand on Chuck's arm refused to fade. Neither did the ache of wanting to see it again.