He has a chat with Samantha

Hunter threw some clothes and shoes on and padded out into the night, making his way across the yards to the neighbor's house, not quite certain of what he intended but drawn toward the light like a moth toward a flame. Looking up he could see Danika still preening and posing in the window, her lithe body glowing in the light. His cock twitched again as he stepped onto the porch, tapping lightly on the door.

A moment later Samantha was standing in the open doorway, looking at him curiously, swaying slightly as she held the door.

"Hunter? What's up? 'Severything ok?" she asked, slurring slightly. Hunter caught a whiff of the wine she had drunk, and noted that her robe was loosely tied, half exposing her cleavage.

"Everything's fine Samantha, I just wanted to talk about something. If you have a few minutes that is."

"Sure, c'mon in. I was just havin' a glass of wine. You want one?"

"That would be great, thanks." He smiled as Samantha fumbled a glass out of a cabinet and poured a healthy slug of wine, handing it to him before slumping into a seat in the corner of her couch and picking up her own glass. Her robe gaped a bit more open, giving him a fine view of one proud tit.

"What's up? What you wanna talk about?"

"Well, it's kind of difficult. It's about Danika."

"Wha's that silly bitch done now?" Samantha asked, taking a healthy swig from her glass.

"Well, I think my wife spoke to you about her showing herself off?"

"Yeah...I talked to her about it, but she doesn't listen. Was she doing it again?"

"She's doing it now. She standing in her window, naked. Playing with herself."

"That little bitch! Right now? I swear I don't know what to do with her Hunter, I just don't!" Samantha leaned forward and filled her glass, her breast falling free from her robe. She sat back and took another deep swig before noticing she was exposed, tucking herself away with a blushing giggle as she looked at Hunter.

"I guess I shouldn't talk, showing myself off to a married man," she laughs, tightening her robe. "Although with a woman as pretty as Jess to go home to, I'm sure an old woman like me isn't very tempting."

"You're not so old," Hunter smiled. "And you're an attractive woman. I appreciated the view."

"Listen to you, full of honey!" she giggled, sipping more wine. "You'll have me blushing!"

Hunter gave her a lazy smile and sipped his wine. "So what about Danika?"

"I dunno what to do, Hunter! She won't listen to me! She just calls me a bitch and ignores me! Ever since the divorce she just gets worse and worse! Maybe she needs a father figure, I don't know..."

Hunter stood up and put his glass down, picking up the bottle and filling Samantha's again. She smiled up at him gratefully and touched his hand, biting her lip.

"God your wife is a lucky woman," she murmured. "You're so fucking hot! Ohmygod! Did I say that out loud! Ohmygod!" she squeaked in embarrassment, covering her face with one hand as she put her wine glass down.

"It's ok Samantha," Hunter chuckled, putting a hand on her shoulder and feeling her quiver. "Do you want me to have a talk with Danika?"

Samantha covered his hand with hers, looking up at him with a flushed face and wide eyes, the tip of her tongue touching her upper lip as she squeezed his fingers. Her robe had slipped open again, giving him another view of her breasts, her nipples stiff brown pebbles.