(Hello, gentle reader. It is difficult to believe that this will be the 150th chapter of this spin-off series. For new readers, this series was the sequel to another series I wrote regarding the two main characters called "Good Neighbors." Originally, the story was about two neighbors who were widowed and how they found each other. During the events of Good Neighbors, Marcie and Leo grew together from friends to more before they were engaged to be married. As much as it explored fantasies with the two, it was also about growing up as a couple and how couples can make each other better.
When I started the thought of the sequel, the initial thought was simply that they were not neighbors anymore. It was also about exploring the dynamics of how married life was and how even when some of the things change their love didn't. Where Good Neighbors was more sexual at times, as some relationships start out as, Marcie and Leo were more down-to-Earth with them taking on different normal things together with a little deviancy mixed in.
It is kind of the same way with the woman Marcie is based on. She has been a massive influence in my life over the last few years and has helped me become a better person. Although she's farther away now than she was initially, the fact we're still as close as we are and involved in each other's lives is a testament to how wonderful she is and how friendship, beyond other dynamics, takes effort and the results are worth it. As always, this is dedicated to my sweet Marcie, and I want to give a hearty thank you to the folks who read these stories.)
How do you start a story about my wife, Marcie?
Obviously, I have done it many times. Sometimes, I begin by an observation about my love. There are times I put forth a thought or a premise from the get-go. Even during the first series, the opening was always whatever flew from my fingers when I started.
It was one of those warmer days. I wore a tank top with my athletic shorts while looking at the reports on my laptop as I always seem to do. Marcie was in different rooms it felt like. The morning started as it did most weekends with the house quiet. The morning cuddles were a welcome activity as always. As we both took our showers and slipped on grubs for the day, I noticed that Marcie was not wearing her usual shorts/tank top combo. Her outfit looked a bit different.
The tank top was there, sans bra as usual since she could get away with it. But the fact she forgot the shorts was a surprise. Instead, her bottom choice was a pair of her hi-cut, lacey panties. Her hair was up in a ponytail.
Pause.
Okay, I know what you're thinking. Sounds like she wants some more of what the morning entailed. Isn't that the way these stories go? The truth was it was extremely hot. Yes, her house had air conditioning and it was on. But there are times when one needs that freedom of movement. And out of respect for my wonderful bride, I was not going to attack her based on her garment choice.
Press play.
One of the benefits of her outfit was the view. She had been working on her tanning more in recent weeks and her skin was that light bronze color that was gorgeous on her. It was a beautiful sight to behold, I tell you. The sight gets better when I look over and I see her smile. It was a playful one this time. She had a glass of ice water in her hand as she walked towards the couch.
"How are they looking?" she asked as she sat down next to me.
