Donavan Rezsnick was by all accounts a successful man. Just shy of forty he was as fit as he was in his twenties. His six foot two frame carried 195 pounds of mostly muscle. He still had a full head of dark hair that was yet to see its first touch of grey. His dark blue eyes seemed to pierce through people like lasers. He wore a neatly cropped short goatee. Sayings such as "tall drink of water" and "tall dark and handsome" seemed to have been coined to describe him.
Don had risen quickly through the ranks of the medium sized firm he had joined right after receiving his MBA with honors from Yale. He had reached the position of executive vice president He could have assumed he would eventually run the company except for the issue of family ownership. Don's mentor was Stanfield Essen, the company founder and CEO. As much as Stan liked and admired his protégée, it would be his sons that one day would take over. Blood almost always wins out in such situations. In this one the sons were both very accomplished themselves.
The only area Don wasn't very successful in was his love life. He never had any problem attracting and bedding beautiful sexy women. He just had problems keeping a relationship going. He even made a valiant attempt at a homosexual relationship thinking that it may be connecting with women that was the issue. He liked the guy alright and the sex was fun but he learned that he defiantly was not gay. That particular relationship failed when Don's boyfriend caught him in bed with a woman. When his third long term live-in relationship with a women fell apart, Don decided it was time for a major change in his life.
He accepted a new position on the other side of the country. His boss was unhappy to see him go but understood that Don needed a new challenge. The additional money and the new challenge were only a small part of the reason Don was leaving. It was mostly his desire to seek a new life that sent him from the east to the west coast. California was a total shock to Don's system. He didn't adjust well to living in paradise. The beach house north of San Diego was amazing but the people and weather differences of west coast living were some how unsettling.
Instead of a new social life, Don virtual gave up on any private life. He threw himself into his new job and excelled there as he had in his previous position. Eighty to a hundred hour work weeks kept him from missing a social life. He did manage a number one night stands and short affairs to keep his balls drained. But for two years he didn't make a real connection with anyone. The only person that approximated a friend was a colleague at work. That was until a new couple moved in next door to him.
Andy and Camille Camponelli were in their late twenties. They were childless by choice having acknowledged that they were too selfish to raise children. Both of them were career oriented. He worked for a firm in LA from a home office and traveled a lot. Her office was located about a block from Don's company. They were an unusually attractive couple.
Don had a rare day off the day they moved in. He watched the movers unload a cache of tasteful expensive furniture as he passed the time. When a pair of expensive cars showed up and the new neighbors emerged Don was intrigued. The woman was stunning. Her shapely body was clad in a clearly expensive yet casual outfit. Her blue capris clung to her hips and alluring ass and drew his eyes down her long legs to her bare calves and designer strappy high healed sandals. The matching tube top left most of her taught midriff as bare as her ankles. She had nice size tits that filled out her top but weren't so large as to appear fake. Fake tits were an all too common sight in California in Don's mind.
Don also noticed her attractive husband. The man's olive completion and black hair betrayed his Mediterranean roots. He was only about an inch taller than his wife in her heals. Don reckoned him to be about five eleven and her to be maybe five seven or eight without the shoes. Don could see that the guy most likely worked out regularly. He wondered if maybe he might find him to be a good gym partner. Since coming to California Don had limited his exercise to running on the beach and two pieces of equipment he had in the house. He had never really like doing to the gym alone. It was the set of golf clubs that really caught Don's eye. Living in a golfer's paradise without a playing partner was hell on him. After the truck pulled off, Don decided to be neighborly and went over to welcome the new comers.
"Hi, I don't want to bother you on moving day. Just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood," Don said when Andy answered his knock. "I live next door, Don Rezsnick."
"Well thank you, good to know you. I'm Andy Camponelli," Andy said genuinely happy to have a friendly neighbor.
"Come on in and meet my wife," He added as he shook Don's hand.
They found Camille unpacking dishes. When she turned to greet them her clearly visible nipples made it obvious she was braless.
"Babe, this is our new neighbor Don," Andy said.
"Hi, Don, I'm Camille, friends call me Cam," She said with a smile that could melt an iceberg.
"Nice to meet you both. But I really didn't mean to intrude on your busy day."
"No intrusion. I am really glad to see we have a friendly neighbor. Honestly Southern Cali sometimes seems to be populated by hermits. After three years at our last place I barely knew anyone," Cam said as she accepted Don's offered hand.
"Well I look forward to getting to know you both. This house has been mostly empty. The guy lived here had a condo in LA he stayed at most of the time. Neighbors on the other side are also absentee. I am a transplanted easterner. I am used to being more social with my neighbors."
"Then we shall have to make this a more neighborly place. We would like to get to you too," Andy said with what Don thought was an odd gleam in his eye.
"Well great then. Like I said I don't want to interrupt, so how about after you get settled you come over for a drink?"
"Sounds good, say in an hour?"
The trio hit off really well that night. Andy and Don became both gym and golf buddies. Don and Cam became great friends. Often when Andy was traveling Don kept Cam company. They even had what amounted to platonic dates. Within two months of his new friends arrival Don had begun to cut back on work in favor of his new social life. Cam even introduced Don to a couple of her girl friends and they did some double dating. Though the women were nearly as sexy as Cam it never came to more than a romp or two in bed. It was almost six months before Don realized why he remained closed to a new relationship even though he was meeting some great women. He was falling in love with Cam.
Don had never knowingly slept with a married woman. As his attraction to Cam grew ever stronger his conscious became tormented. He wanted her so badly it hurt sometimes. When they were on a platonic date all he wanted to do was declare his love for her, take her in his arms and carry her off to make love. However, even if he was inclined to fuck a married woman he had also become close friends with Andy. He knew it would be terrible to cross into the forbidden territory of adultery. What's worse he would be betraying a friend. So he kept his feelings hidden. All that he allowed himself were fantasies of sex with Cam as he masturbated.
About a year after he met the Camponellis, Andy came over to Don's and made and excited proposal. He had to go to a business thing in Hawaii. But the business would be over in one day. He thought it was a shame to go all the way there just to fly home. However, Cam was tied up at her work at the time.
"Anyway, buddy, I thought if you could take off, we could get some golf in on those great courses and maybe a little bikini ogling too," Andy finished.
"Damn, never been to Hawaii. Didn't figure my first trip to the romantic south pacific would be with a guy and his five o'clock shadow. But what the hell I hear the golf is good, so sure I will ogle you in a bikini," Don joked.
Andy laughed at the joke even though the idea of Don ogling him caused a strange tingling along his spine. Other than in his most secret fantasies Andy had never entertained going to bed with a guy. That night he had a dream about him and Don wearing nothing but leis in bed together.
To Don it had only been a joke. He recognized how attractive and sexy his friend was but he had no interest. He had tried sex with men and was over the curiosity. Besides he was too focused on his desire for Cam to let any other desire surface. In any event he would no more go behind Cam's back and have sex with Andy then he would do the reverse.
