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He knew that John was a professor at the university and was deeply impressed. In fact, Lee LeStrade had long held a secret desire to go into teaching. Thank goodness he was still hale and hardy.
Rummaging around my dresser, I found the cock strap that kept for those rainy days when we were out here alone. By the time we got home that night, it was late. That day, we had some of the best sex we had ever had, both earlier on the dock and later in the lake house. Both of us were exhausted. I would be days before our libidos demanded satisfaction again.

Tuesday evening I saw Bill. He waved me over for a beer. Lisa, in her birthday suit, waved at me from her lounge chair by the pool.

"Well, what's it gonna be?" he asked with barely concealed gleeful anticipation.

"What's going to be what?" I replied knowing full well what he was getting at.

"Did you talk to Jan?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Uh, well, it's like this, Bill. We're not going to do that anymore."

There was a silence. "What?"

"You heard me. We decided that once was enough."

"Aw, fuck!... You shitting me? Fucker, tell me you're shitting me."

"I'm serious, Bill. No more swapping. We go back to..." I didn't finish my sentence when he swatted the beer out of my hand, the glass bottle shattering on his patio.

"Fuck you, man," he spat. "Fuck you!"

I had anticipated a poor reception to the news, but was still surprised by his actions. He turned and stormed off into his house. Piqued, I called after him taunting, "We still on for golf tomorrow?" He replied by flipping me the bird.

I wasn't too worried about his anger. Normally he'd just pop off and then be over it within an hour. Of course during that hour, he was mite dangerous. Next day, as I had expected, he was at the club, ready to play. As was normal for these matches, he had with him a client of his and I had invited a client of mine. That way it was a legitimate business outing. Only difference was that he was aloof and cold towards me. When I sliced or missed a putt his heckling had a certain maliciousness to it.

On the fifth hole, my partner asked, "What's between you two?"

"Nothing. He's just pissed off at me. He'll get over it."

To make matters worse, for him, his game turned to shit. On the ninth, he had a fit over landing in the rough. Venting his anger and frustration, he broke his five-iron over his knee. That did it. His partner had had enough of him and called it a day. That sounded like a good idea to my partner and me as well.

Next day while Lisa and Jan were gushing over the turquoise T-bird I had brought home to Jan, Bill called me on the phone.

"Hey! What's the fucking big idea?" he demanded.

"What?"

"The fucking car!"

"What about it?"

"Lisa's gonna be nagging me for a new car now, that's what!"

"Sorry, Jan needed a new car."

"Fuck! You know Sam, you're a real pain in the ass."

"Bill, get a grip!"

"No, you get grip, pal! Look, I've been thinking and I want to buy you out of the lake house."

"How about if I buy you out instead?" I replied testily.

"I offered first!"

"Just what is your problem, Bill?"

"You and your prick teasing wife! That's the problem! I've been catching hell ever since that slut begged me to fuck her!"

"Hey, fuck off Bill! Just fuck off!"

"No, you fuck off, pal! Just be sure you stay away from my wife!"

"I have every intention of staying away from Lisa. The whole thing was a mistake Bill, so let's get over it."

"I'll get over it when Janet stops flaunting herself to me."

"Asshole, she hasn't seen you since Sunday! Speaking of flaunting, how about if you tell your wife to wear a top when she's in the backyard. We don't have a fence, remember?"

"That oversight will be rectified soon. Don't worry, Sam, I know you're too goddamned cheap to pay your half, so I'll just eat the whole cost."

"Go right ahead, dickhead!"

For the next few days, the war between Bill and I raged on. War may be a bit strong, as it was just two neighbors squabbling. I did my best to completely ignore him and he ignored me. Of course Jan and Lisa talked, but I stayed away from Lisa like she had the plague. Jan stayed away from brooding Bill as well.

That went on until Sunday, when he strode into my yard while I was cleaning the pool.

"Hey, Sam! We talk?"

The mere sound of his voice made me wince. "Suits me." Under my breath I added, "Asshole!"

"How long have we known each other?"

"Sixteen, seventeen years," I replied civilly.

"Yeah. All that time, you've been my best buddy. Hell, I almost feel as though we're brothers."

"What's your point?"

"Point is... I miss you. Fuck, that sounds rather gay," he said sheepishly. "Let me rephrase that. Point is... I want to apologize."

"As long as I've known you, Bill, you've never been truly sorry for anything."

"Up to now, I've never had anything to be sorry about... Look, I admit it; I can be a jerk. Lisa says she doesn't know how anyone can put up with me. Hell, she's right. All I know is that our friendship means a lot to me... to me and to Lisa.

"Sam, I'm sorry,' he contritely continued. "I got pushy and, uh, made a mess of things. I should've never... you know...have encouraged Jan. Hell, she was drunk. I should have told her to go home to her husband. I should have taken my wife and given her a good spanking...yeah, a spanking really gets her motor going," he chuckled with a wink.

"All I can really do, Sam is to say, I'm sorry. Truly. All those things that I said, I wish I could take them back, but I said them and... aw fuck! I'm not any good at this crap.

He stood looking down at his feet for a moment and tried again. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm truly sorry, if I hurt you or hurt Jan... Hell, I'd cut my goddamned arm off for either of you! You know that."

"You still putting up a fence?"

"Fuck no!" In self-dismay he shook his head "I hate to admit this, but... would you believe... I paid a guy for the fence... in cash. Fuck! What a dumbass I am! I'll never see that money again!"

Struggling to keep the smirk off my face I replied, "Probably not... You still want to buy me out of the lake house?"

"Offer withdrawn... Can't afford it. Fuck! I gotta buy a new car. Another thing, I ain't selling you my share either, so put away your checkbook."

"You crawfishing on a deal?"

"I never made a solid offer," he defended with a smile. "So how about it?"

"How about what?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Already did that, several minutes ago."

"Several minutes? Son of a bitch! You made me grovel...?"

"You were running your mouth off as usual."

"Okay, how about if we go back to the way it was before."

"Before when?" I needled.

"Fuck! You know when! Before we did it!"

"Sounds good to me old buddy."

"Thanks, Sam. You really do mean a lot to me and Lisa, Jan too."

The bear hug was a bit too much. "Now, don't go get mushy, for Christ's sake. It's disgusting!"

"Okay, okay. Say, we've got some steaks. How about if you and the missus come on over? It'll be like old times."

"Tops and bottoms in the hot tub?"

"If you insist," he replied sullenly.

I was glad that the petty war between Bill and I was over. But like all wars, no matter how petty, there was some collateral damage. Case in point, Lisa no longer casually strode about in her backyard topless or even buck-naked as she had recently taken to. As much as I hated that loss of stimulating scenery, a return to modesty by all parties was just what was needed to keep the peace.

The week went by without incident. The girl's drove about, showing off Jan's new T-bird and Lisa's new yellow Crossfire. I must admit, they do look great tooling about in those open-air two-seaters. It was definitely a big change from the old mini-van and Suburban.

Most importantly, there hadn't been any additional drug incidents since Lisa disposed of Janet's prescription. I checked, more than once, just to be sure. The strongest thing in the house was a bottle of Advil and some laxatives. Jan restricted herself to two glasses of wine in the evening. Friday rolled around and I made my way home a little early from work. It was no surprise to find the girls out by my pool, sprawled out face down on sunning mats. What did surprise me was that modest swimsuits of the past week were literally gone. They weren't completely naked, but almost. Jan had her yellow thong bottom on and Lisa had her white set of strings on. Tops were nowhere to be seen. Gave me an instant hard-on.

Not wanting to be a perv and lurk about the window spying on them, I boldly made my presence known. "What a lovely day," I said casually as I approached them.

"Hi, baby," greeted Jan sitting up on her elbows. "You're home early."

Turning her head towards me, Lisa lifted her sunglasses and welcomed, "Hi, Sam!"

"Uh, can I get anything for you ladies?" I asked gallantly while I gawked without a trace of subtlety.

"Mmmm, could you put some lotion on my back?" sweetly asked my near naked wife.

"Sure, babe," I readily agreed. I found the bottle of lotion and knelt by my wife's side so that I had a good view of the backside of both women. Squirting some oil on my palms, I began with Jan's shoulders and worked my way down, paying particular attention to her buttocks before finishing with her legs. The entire time I rubbed oil into Jan's skin, Lisa watched me with a sly smile.

Finishing the last toes I asked, "How's that?"

"Mmmm, that felt great," purred Jan. The fun over, I began to stand.

"Would you be a dear, Sam, and do that for me too," asked Lisa with an unmistakably sultry tone. Jan didn't say a word, leaving me twisting in the wind.

"Uh, I don't know..." I stammered unsure if I should.

"Oh, Sam!" laughed my wife. "It's okay. You don't want her to burn, do you?"

"Of course not!" I eagerly agreed. Moving around to Lisa's other side, I knelt down so that I could observe my wife's reactions while I oiled down Lisa's backside.

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Keywords: Scarlet, A, 01, Study, Ch., in,