It didn't seem like anything eventful. New people move into your neighborhood and life mostly goes on as usual. But a couple of years ago, something decidedly different occurred.
Our new neighbors seemed like a nice enough young couple. Kevin, a guy of average looks and build, and Mona, a cute blonde, were in their early thirties, had been married for about 8 years, and had just purchased the house next door to me and my wife Renee.
Being the warm and welcoming people that we are, we invited them over for dinner shortly after they moved in. We found that we all had a lot in common. Kevin and Mona had met and fallen in love back in college, just like Renee and me. They both were amateur musicians in addition to holding down full-time jobs. And we all had similar tastes in music and movies.
We developed a camaraderie and ate dinner at each other's houses on a regular basis over the following months. One night in particular was very memorable. We were having fun mixing drinks and sitting around the living room talking. I'm a little blurry on how the subject came up, but we started talking about our sex lives.
When Renee gets a couple of drinks in her, she becomes much more relaxed while talking about such things. She related a couple of our early "adventures" and regaled our friends with the ribald memories, going into more graphic detail than she might under more sober circumstances.
Mona sat her drink down and sighed. She said she remembered the first blush of new love and how exciting things used to be. She admitted that things had become a bit dull in the bedroom, and Kevin nodded his agreement.
This took Renee aback and she related how we continued to have exciting sex and sought out new and different opportunities to "spice things up". When Mona asked her to elaborate, Renee told a couple of more recent stories about our encounters, again going into exciting detail.
I was sitting back and enjoying the stories. But I was also enjoying checking out Kevin and Mona's reactions to them. I listened and realized that their breathing had become more shallow and rapid. I noticed that Mona's non-drink hand was rubbing almost imperceptibly across the tops of her jeans, slowing brushing against her thigh. She obviously wanted her hand to roam closer to somewhere more pleasurable, but didn't dare at this point.
Kevin was also being delightfully tortured. The knuckles on each hand were tighter, one hand gripping his drink and the other his knee. Both he and Mona listened to Renee as if they had been hypnotized.
After finishing another erotic story, Renee got really bold. She asked Mona what was lacking about their sex life.
Mona shrugged. "We both work so much," she explained, "we just don't have a lot of time for sex anymore. And when we do, it's pretty quick and to the point."
Renee got a wicked little smile on her face and looked me in the eye. "It sounds like these two just need a little help with some fresh ideas on how to get things jump-started. What do you think, hon?"
I didn't know exactly what she had in mind, but was feeling in a dreamy sort of buzzed state myself. I decided to let her take the lead and see where the evening would lead us. So I nodded in agreement and gave a low, "mm-hmm."
Renee got up from the floor where she'd been sitting, cross-legged and barefoot, and walked over in front of the couch where Kevin and Mona sat. "I think one thing that might shake things up for you is if you were to both see a strip show together."
Kevin got kind of a goofy grin on his face and blushed just a bit. Mona looked intrigued, but replied, "I've been curious to see one, but I don't know that I'd have the nerve to actually go in a strip club."
Renee walked over to our CD player and popped in a disc. The soulful sounds of Joe Cocker's "You Can Keep Your Hat On" poured out of the speakers. She'd put on our funky dance mix CD. She twirled around and said, "Perhaps we can make your first strip show a bit more personal."
With that she strutted to the middle of the living room in time to the music. Once there she started dancing very sexily. After a few bars of the music she reached down and slowly peeled off her top, twirled it above her head and threw it over into a corner of the room. She continued bumping and grinding and then reached behind her and unhooked the clasps of her bra. She twirled that over her head and threw it in the same corner as her top.
I should mention that Renee is a buxom brunette with curly hair and a killer body. She looks much taller than her 5-foot-3 because of the way she carries herself. I attribute it to her dance training, which she was putting to very good use.
Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she moved in time to the music. Her eyes had a sensual glaze and I looked over to our guests. They were both watching mesmerized with their mouths hanging open ever-so-slightly. I, of course, had seen variations of this performance. But I never tire of seeing that sexy body slowly exposed.
I looked back to Renee who unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and then slowly pulled them down and off. The discarded jeans joined the other clothing in the corner.
