Then Vicky was distracted from her problems when she heard voices from the next yard. That was the home of her best friend, Joan and her husband Frank. Vicky recognized Frank's voice now, but there was a female voice, too, and it wasn't Joan's.

A six-foot fence separated the two yards, but Vicky knew where a knothole was. Bored, with nothing else to do, she naughtily decided to spy and see who Frank's female guest was. She knelt before the knothole and peered into her neighbors' yard.

Frank was in shorts and a T-shirt, lounging in a chair. His visitor was Shelly, a stunning red-haired divorcee who lived in the next house over. Shelly was wearing what had to be the world's smallest bikini.

Frank was ogling Shelly's tall big-titted body, and the expression in his eyes wasn't brotherly.

"Shame on you, Frank," Vicky whispered.

Of course he didn't hear her, and she didn't want him to. She'd have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him. But she decided she'd better keep spying, just in case Frank was up to something. Joan would want to know.

"I'm really sorry, Shelly," Frank was saying, "but I already lent my hedge clippers."

"Oh, damn," Shelly drawled in her naturally sexy, husky voice.

"But stay and have a drink if you've got time," Frank added.

"Why, Frank, I'd love to!" Shelly smiled.

Now Vicky was riveted by the scene. Shelly was new on the block, and her arrival had made lots of the neighborhood wives nervous. Surely this dazzling young woman wouldn't go long without a man. But would she get a man of her own, or would she seduce someone's husband?

While Frank went to get drinks, Shelly settled himself in the chair next to his, smiling. She tugged at the top of her bikini, loosening it a little so it looked like her big firm tits were about to pop out.

"Bitch," Vicky muttered.

Frank quickly returned with the drinks, and he and Shelly began to chat. She kept brushing his arm with her hand and her long red finger-nails. She really was gorgeous, Vicky had to admit, but she also seemed to be coming on to Joan's husband.