Several years ago, shortly after we got married, my husband and I moved back to his hometown due to a great job offer and low cost of living. We bought a nice house and have lived in it now for 15 years.

The issue we have, is that we happened to buy our house next door to the parents of the guy that tormented my husband all through middle school and high school, Jake. He did the typical bully things like tease my husband in front of others, make up stupid names for him, take his stuff, even got his high school sweetheart to cheat on him with Jake.

The good thing is, Jake really only comes to town once or twice a year to visit his parents, and we interact very little with him. When we do, Jake is still an arrogant prick, calling my husband some of the stupid names he used to in high school, and treating my husband as though he is a loser for still living in his hometown and not in a big city like he does. But since it is only once or twice a year, we are able to brush it off.

This past week happened to be one of the weeks Jake was in town. Through the first couple days, we barely saw him over there since it's still cold out and not much going on outside. Wednesday though, is my day to myself at home. Once the kids are at school and my husband is at work, I get about 6 hours to myself to relax and have the house to myself.

After everyone left, I went out back and slipped into the hot tub we have on our patio. The hot tub is on a part of our patio that is 95% private, with only one window from our neighbor's house being able to see it. This really isn't a big deal though on Wednesdays as both of them work during the day and evening if they were home, that room is a guest bedroom they are never in.

So, like most Wednesdays, I went out, and slipped into the tub. I was wearing a one pice bathing suit as I got in and into my spot in the corner, letting the jets work my back muscles. Then, like most Wednesdays, I started to relieve 'other' stress.

I started by rubbing my pussy over top of my suit to get my juices flowing. As I started getting warmed up, I slid the shoulder straps down, and pulled my suit off. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and with one hand worked my clit and with the other, played with my nipples just above the water line. The warm water, the jets working on my back, the cool air on my wet nipples and my finger working my clit brought me to a quick and intense orgasm.

When I opened my eyes, Jake was standing just a couple feet away, phone in hand recording me. I never heard him approach, or get close. I covered myself as quick as I could and asked what the hell he was doing. He smiled, said he enjoyed the show I was giving him from his room (the guest room at his house), and figured he would come get a closer view.

At this point it hit me that I couldn't just blow up at him and make him leave. Depending on what he got on video, he could use that to destroy my husband and ultimately my marriage. After a few very long seconds of silence, I asked if he at least liked what he saw. He chuckled, and said he did, and likely would be for quite awhile, holding his phone up. Guess that answered the question as to what he got on video.

I told him I needed to go inside, stood up, and asked him to hand me my towel. He took his time handing it to me, taking in the sight of my naked body as I stood there. His gaze gave me the creeps, but I had to find a way to get him to delete that video.

As I wrapped up in my towel, I asked if we could discuss things inside, which he was happy to do.

We went in and sat at the dining room table. I told him that I couldn't let him, of all people, keep that video. He smiled knowingly, and mentioned that maybe we could work something out. I asked if there were any other options, as there was little mystery to what he wanted. He smiled, knowing he had me where he wanted me.

I led him upstairs to our guest bedroom. He stepped in front of me, undid my towel and tossed it to the side before running his hands up my sides, and down the front of my body, brushing my nipples lightly. I watched as he tossed his phone down on the bed.

He started kissing my neck, and upper chest, before turning me around and laying me on my back on the bed. He pulled off his shirt and pants, before pulling down his boxers, exposing his hard cock. Admittedly, in any other situation the size of it would have been a turn on. I estimated 8 inches and decently thick.

He dropped to his knees between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. He clearly knew what he was doing and I struggled to keep my focus on the purpose of all this. I reached down with one hand to keep his face buried and with the other grabbed his phone, hoping there wouldn't be a pass code (although seriously, who doesn't anymore). When I powered it on, I saw it used face recognition.

I laid it back on the bed in a spot I knew I could get it again, and let myself enjoy the sensations he was giving me. I was right on the verge of a massive orgasm when he stopped and started kissing his way up my body, stopping at each breast to suck on my nipples, bringing me even closer.

By the time he got to my lips, I was practically begging for his dick to be in me. I was lost in pleasure, and this being the man that tormented my husband for years was the furthest thing from my mind. I reached down, grabbed his ass, and pulled him into me. After two thrusts, I felt the orgasm pulse through my body.

AsI came down from my orgasm, my senses started to come back. He continued thrusting, but I remembered what I needed to do. I grabbed his phone, and got his face to be able to turn it on. He knew what I was doing, but with his dick buried in my pussy, he didn't care.

I found the video and got it deleted, then went into his photos and deleted some photos he took of me. I tossed his phone to the side, and felt his body tense up, unloading himself into me.

Once he finished, he rolled off of me, and laid there. I made him promise to leave my husband alone from now on, just pretend he doesn't exist. He agreed, for whatever that's worth (very little I'm sure). He got dressed and I walked him down to the door. I didn't bother dressing since I was just jumping into the shower anyway.

He left yesterday to go back home and won't be back until maybe late summer, so I went ahead and started dropping hints to my husband about a late summer family vacation....