This is the first chapter in a new series I plan to write. I'm not sure yet where it is going. I hope you enjoy. Constructive feedback welcome if you think it could benefit from editing.
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Miguel set two plates of salad down on the kitchen workbench. His wife Amy came in from the hallway, her loose shirt rippling gently in the late spring breeze that was blowing through the house. The folding doors to the back of the dining room were open and beyond them, a small dining table for two sat at the edge of the deck, with two places set with cutlery and napkins. Miguel returned to the table, retrieved the cutlery and napkins and brought them back into the kitchen. "Aren't we eating out on the deck?" Amy asked.
"Change of plans." Said Miguel. "Inside is probably better."
"But it's such a nice day. Why not eat out there?" Amy enquired, curious. It was clear Miguel had intended to when he set out the places on the table, but something had changed his mind. Having lunch together when they both worked from home had become part of their routine and when it was nice they ate outside.
"It's, er, perhaps not appropriate." He said.
"Why not?" Said Amy, walking over to check for herself. The weather was fine. It didn't look like it would rain and the breeze was gentle. As she reached the deck she looked out beyond the railing. Her head stopped when she looked out past their own garden to their neighbours property. Beyond the boundary fence on their neighbours lawn, Allie and Thea were sunbathing in small string bikinis.
Allie had just turned 21 and her sister Thea was 19. They had the same mother, Grace, but evidently different fathers as Allie was white with blonde hair like her mother, and Thea had black hair and soft Asian features, inherited from her Vietnamese father, Loc. Both girls were still living at home with Grace and Loc whilst at University. Like many students they seemed to get a lot of free time and today they were using it to work on their tans.
Amy returned to the kitchen with a smirk on her face. "I can see why." She said, before adding. "Although I hope you're being courteous and not just trying to avoid an awkward erection?"
Miguel laughed off Amy's suggestion. "I think it might be odd if they look up and saw us eating our lunch with a front row view."
Amy and Miguel had been married for 15 years. They had a good, strong relationship. Both were in their early 40s with reasonably successful careers. They lived a well off middle class life with their two children, a son Herbie aged 5 and a daughter Olivia, aged 7. The passion hadn't completely dried up in their relationship but, since the endless routine of their children's school, sport, and social lives seemed to have permanently muscled in on the scene, things were often a lot more predictable romantically than they used to be.
Later that night, their own kids safely tucked up asleep, Miguel and Amy were in their own bedroom preparing for the night. Miguel lay on the bed in his loose pyjama shorts and t-shirt. He was half watching a show on TV, half watching his wife get undressed. Amy was an attractive woman who took good care of herself with regular gym and Pilates classes. Amy was talking about a social event they had pencilled in next weekend. Muttering something about asking one of the neighbours to babysit their children.
Amy walked over to the clothes hamper in her bra and thong to drop her clothes in. Miguel's eyes followed her. She stood appraising herself in the full length mirror for a moment, fastening her shoulder length caramel coloured hair up behind her head. Miguel knew her routine - she was going to take off her underwear, then her make-up, and then have a shower. Admiring her both from behind and, thanks to the view afforded by the mirror, the front simultaneously, Miguel felt the telling twitch of arousal in his shorts. "Are you getting in the shower or... did you want to come over here first?" He said, rolling over onto his front and rubbing the top of the bed next to him.
