1. #3
It had been a losing battle with gawking at the bartenders incredible cleavage, and this particular night, he found himself getting lost inside those tanned breasts of hers, wondering what it would be like to have Janet tied up, gagged, and helpless.
Just the mere thought caused him to have a raging hard on, which he then had to conceal from his friends.
He could only imagine what Tanya would think if she knew he had been having those thoughts about Janet, especially since she hated eating at Rossi’s.
“That Janet, always so nice to you while shoving those tits in your face.” Tanya would grumble.
“She’s a bartender, that’s her job.” Sean would counter.
But the less he and Tanya had sex, the more he found himself getting lost in Janet’s wonderful cleavage.
Everyone knew her story, that she had left town to work in modeling before moving back to take over the bar.
On nice days she could usually be found on the beach tanning in a little thong bikini, and Sean had taken to timing his walks so that he could catch a glimpse of her, and then found himself fantasizing about Janet in a Mrs. Americana outfit, bound and gagged.
He would spend more and more nights out with the boys at Rossi’s, and every time he got home he would find an annoyed Tanya waiting.
“In before dawn?” She hissed.
“What, I can’t go out?” He responded.
“It’s one in the morning, what were you doing all night?” She would accuse.
“Nothing.” He would shrug.
That never convinced her, and the arguments would always escalate from there. Tanya would accuse him of sleeping with Janet, or a random tourist girl, or anything else. Most of those nights ended with Sean sleeping on the couch.
Of course, he never told her how many of those nights did involve him staying at Rossi’s well after his friends left.
He would often make passes at the tourists who were there looking for drinks and a good time, and always struck out.
Once he even took a chance with Janet, who just shook her head at him.
“Aren’t you married, Sean?”
“Tanya wouldn’t care.” He shrugged.
“I think you need to sort out your marriage… plus, you’re not my type.” She gave him a pitiful smile and walked away.
Thus went the cycle, Sean trying and failing to pick up women at Rossi’s, and then coming home to an angry Tanya.
“What about Shelly? I see the way you look at her! Are you fucking her!” Tanya’s face was turning as red as her hair as she screamed at him one night.
“Shelly? What? No!”
Shelly was their neighbor across the street, and he knew her reputation.
Hell, everyone in town knew her reputation.
Her husband was a big spender named Jason Arnold that told everyone that he worked in real estate development, and had left his previous wife of seven years for Shelly, who supposedly worked as a cocktail waitress at a casino when she met Jason.
No one expected much of Shelly, and people around town saw her as a trophy wife.
The sight of her lounging in the yard in a bikini had become a common place around the neighborhood.
Then Jason was arrested for drug running or something like that, and supposedly he wasn’t even in jail 24 hours before Shelly showed up with divorce papers.
Tanya hadn’t been wrong about the way he looked at her though.
Despite Shelly’s reputation, she was easy on the eyes.
More than easy actually, she was always a welcome sight.
He lost count of how many times he had watched Shelly lounge by her pool from the safety of his window.
Soon he began to see her making her way to the beach, always stopping to give him a smile.
Then she started coming over while he was doing yard work to make small talk.
She would ask him to come over and take a look at her lawnmower, or ask if he knew anything about hot tubs.
These all happened while Tanya was out. Sean knew that Tanya would flip her lid if she found out he was helping Shelly with things around the house, Tanya hated Shelly. In fact, he couldn’t think of a woman that Tanya actually liked. She always got along better with men.
Still, despite all those times he went over Shelly’s house, and every time he was there she was clad in a little, skimpy bikini, he never did anything physical with her.
That didn’t stop him from fantasizing about her through many long nights.
One night, after fixing some shelves in Shelly’s house, she had called him to the basement where she was in her hot tub with an incredibly fit woman with some of the biggest fake tits he had ever seen.
Shelly invited him to join them in the tub.
“Oh, I didn’t bring any trunks.” He stammered.
“Then don’t wear anything.” She smiled at him.
“Uhh…” His jaw dropped.
“If it makes you more comfortable, we’ll take off our bikinis too.” Her eyes were like a shark’s eyes, cold and calculating.
It was a moment Sean had dreamed of, something he had wanted for years at that point.
Every instinct in his brain told him to get into the hot tub with Shelly and her friend.
His eyes focused on her muscular friend’s massive tits floating on the bubbles of the hot tub, and he couldn’t control himself anymore.
Feeling his erection pushing against his short, Sean fumbled at removing his belt, then his shirt.
Finally, he dropped his short, and in nothing but a pair of boxers, stepped into the hot tub with the two women.
The muscular woman introduced herself as Lisa and sidled up next to him, as Shelly slid over on the other side.
“My, my, are we excited.” She smiled and touched at his erection pressing against his boxers.
“Can you feel how excited I am?” Lisa placed his hand against her breast, and he could feel her erect nipple under her bikini top.
Then Sean felt himself unable to contain it any longer. As Shelly gently rubbed her hands over his erect penis, he came in her hot tub mere moments after stepping in it.
“Oh dear…” Shelly shook her head and slipped away.
“Excited indeed.” Lisa laughed and slid to the other side of the hot tub.
“Wait, just give me a minute.” Sean suddenly felt very exposed.
“We had so many plans.” Shelly pouted.
“We were hoping you might hold out a little longer.” Lisa frowned.
With his hands between his legs, Sean climbed out of the hot tub, hurried into his clothes, and ran out of the house. He could have swore he heard both women giggling as he left.
As the months wore on, Tanya continued to bring up him and Shelly, despite the fact that he hadn’t spoken to their neighbor since the hot tub incident. She brought up how strange he acted around Shelly, how he never met her gaze, but how Shelly was always smiling or winking at him.
“It’s nothing, I swear!” Sean screamed at Tanya.
He couldn’t tell her how Shelly had humiliated him, how those smiles and winks were mocking him.
Not long after, Tanya asked for a divorce.
Sean didn’t have to ask why, nor did he fight when she said she wanted the house, and full custody.
At first he considered staying in Marston’s Pointe, but the more he thought about it, maybe this was the universe telling him it was time.
He had spent his entire life in this town, had been terrified to leave it, but now the town had become a dark mirror of what it had used to be, and had taken almost everything from him.
So he sold his business and moved, deciding that he wanted someplace warm and as far from Tanya and his bad memories as he could get, so he chose Florida. Sean found a nice, quiet neighborhood, decided to rebuild his life, and got a job at an accounting firm in Miami.
Then he met Yeona. During a particularly long, lonely night, he made an online dating profile.
She was the first one to message him. Clearly much younger than him, and incredibly attractive, Sean couldn’t believe his luck, or why a woman who looked like a supermodel was interested in him.
It aroused his suspicions at first, after all, he had heard of scams where attractive, exotic women (or scammers posing as beautiful women) fleece lonely men for money, but Yeona was real.
She was born in Korea but attending college in Miami, but close to graduation and hoped to stay in America.
Even though they were decades apart in age, Yeona seemed to understand him, listen to him.
She sympathized when he told her of his failed marriage.
Then of course there was that body of hers, which was incredible.
He had an entire album on his phone dedicated to the photos she sent.
Their first date was amazing, a whirlwind around the city, and even though they didn’t sleep together, it still got hot and heavy in his car towards the end. Then after that, things were a blur.
After a few more dates, she showed up on his door in hysterics, crying about how her roommate was kicking her out, how she had nowhere to go.
“My father will never let me live on the streets! He’ll order me to come home!” She bawled into her hands.
Sean felt like his hands were tied, and told her she could stay with him, at least until she found a place of her own.
It snowballed from there. First it was her moving everything into his house, and then asking if friends could come by and use the pool, then asking if she could borrow some money for tuition…
In fact, she barely paid her way for anything. Anytime Sean would bring up how she was living in his house for free, she would call him over, letting him touch her ass, or she would pull down his pants and use that tongue of hers…
But those times were few and far between, much like Tanya, it seemed like she was barely interested in sleeping with him.
There was also the matter of where Yeona would disappear to every night, as she left every night around sundown and didn’t return until morning.
When Sean asked, she said she was going out with the girls.
Sean brought it up once, how they never slept together, though there was plenty of hands or oral play, and she gave him an excuse about Todd and tradition, how she had promised not to sleep with any man except her husband.
“Just think of how wonderful it will be, man and wife. I’ll always leave you satisfied, completely drained.” She batted her eyes at him while stroking him through his shorts.