I had every intention of making this a short, two-part series. However, due to numerous requests, I have decided to continue it for the time being.
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"You're fucking my mother, aren't you?"
Brittany was storming across my yard in a bee-line directly toward me.
"Excuse me?" I replied, angry not only at the intrusion into my yard, but the volume of her voice.
"You heard me!" she exclaimed, getting louder.
"Young lady, it's rather obvious that either your parents raised you with a complete lack of respect for others," I said, softly, remaining calm, "or you just think that you're too 'special' to care, and if they want to condone that kind of behavior, that's up to them. However, I won't."
"Don't try and change the subject!" she yelled, stepping closer to me.
"Young lady, you will lower your voice when speaking to me, or I will physically throw you out of my yard on your ass," I replied, stepping into her.
"Go ahead," she hissed. "I'll have you arrested for assault."
I laughed in her face at that. "Really? You charge across MY yard and start screaming at me, and YOU'RE threatening to have ME arrested? Good luck with that."
Brittany stood there glaring at me silently for a second, pondering what I said.
"Now get your ass out of my yard. That is your one and only warning."
"This isn't over!" she screamed, storming out of my yard.
As I looked up, I saw Christi looking out of her window at me, with a concerned look on her face.
About twenty minutes later, as I was finishing up most of my yard work, my cell phone rang.
"Oh my god!" I heard Christi say as I answered it. "I am SO sorry! I tried to warn you, but she was over there before I could call you!"
"Don't worry about that," I told her. "I take it she confronted you before she came here?"
"Yes," she replied. "She claims that she knows about us because I was so happy and 'walking funny' when you walked me home last night."
"I denied it, of course, but she called me a slut, and then stormed over to your yard. I'm so sorry!"
"Not a problem," I told her. "What's she going to do? Tell Joe? He knows about us. Hell, it was his idea in the first place!"
"In fact, he wants me to keep seeing you," I continued. "Without proof, there's nothing she can do."
"I know," she said softly.
"Wait," she said suddenly. "What do you mean, Joe 'WANTS you to keep seeing me'?"
Realizing my mistake, and without going into his tale of his work girlfriend, I went on to tell her about the conversation Joe and I had at the bar.
"That son of a bitch!" she exclaimed. "I was right! He's probably fucking someone at work!"
I tried to quickly change the subject, not wanting to get dragged in any further.
"Like I said, as long as she can't prove anything, Brittany can't cause any harm," I told her. "And even if she could prove anything, who's she going to go to?"
"I know," she replied, "but she will make my life hell here."
"Knowing her, she's probably going to be spending even less time at home," I told her.
"Yeah, you're probably right," she said.
"I miss you," she told me a couple of seconds later.
"I miss you, too," I said.
"Joe's planning another one of his 'fishing trips' in a couple weeks," she said. "I don't know if I can get my parents to take the kids this time, though."
"Don't worry about that," I told her. "We'll figure something out."
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As expected, two weeks later Joe had packed up his fishing boat and pulled out of the driveway. Five minutes later my phone rang.
"He's gone," Christi told me. "But I've got the little one. My parents couldn't take them. My son will be staying overnight at my sister's, though."
"Not a problem," I told her. "I'll be in back tonight. Just slip through the fence when you get her to bed."
"Will it be safe back there?" she asked.
"As long as you don't get too noisy it will be," I teased her.
"I'll do my best," she replied. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smiling, and probably blushing too.
"What about the princess?" I asked, using the nickname I had given Brittany.
"You were right," she answered. "She's never home anymore, especially if Joe's not here."
"Ok, then. See you tonight."
"Ok. Bye," she said softly.
Around 10:30 that night, I was relaxing in my covered hut, well into my third glass of Bourbon and admiring the full moon, when I saw Christi as she reached the gate at the back corner of our yards.
As she opened it, I noticed that she was barefoot and wearing a dress, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. When she got closer, I could see that it was a strapless summer dress, well above her knees, and she was carrying what looked like a kid's walkie-talkie
"Hi," she said softly when she reached me.
After kissing me, she told me that she found the baby monitor that she used to use, and set up the transmitting unit in her daughter's room and brought the receiver with her.
"This way I can hear her if she wakes up," she explained.
"Smart idea," I told her, kissing her again.
"I thought so," she breathed as I slid my hands down her back.
"I really wish that I could light the Tiki torches, so I could see you even better in this dress," I told her. "The full moon is nice, but more light would be even better!"
"I know," she replied in between kisses. "You'll just have to feel your way around, instead."
"Mmmmm. Challenge accepted!" I told her as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me.
Christi giggled as we kissed, and I slid my hand down and cupped her ass.
I started squeezing her asscheeks as we continued kissing for a while, and eventually I started slowly sliding my hands up under her dress.
"I want to make tonight about you," she breathed in my ear a few seconds later. "I owe it to you after Britt's temper tantrum."
"You don't owe me anything," I replied, my fingertips inches away from her pussy. "This should be about both of us, not just me."
"No," she answered. "Just let me take care of you tonight."
"If this is about me, then I want to take care of you," I told her as I nibbled on the trigger spots on her neck.
"You know I love to eat your pussy, and I'm going to do that tonight," I continued.
"Ok, if you insist," she gasped, pulling my head in tighter.