My wife and I recently moved in to our dream house. We loved the size, the style, the interior decor (although she still had to make a few changes), and, most of all, the neighborhood. For years, we longed to live in this area but couldn't afford it, so we saved until we had enough.
On the summer day that our moving truck moved up to the front of the house, more than a few neighbors were on their front lawns. Old, young, families, retired empty-nesters, those of all different backgrounds, etc., all were out, seemingly waiting to see what the new folks would look like. We hoped not to disappoint as we eagerly waved, greeted, and introduced ourselves to the block. A few folks even offered to help us carry boxes in. It was all very nice.
Every neighbor raved about the neighborhood and this block, specifically. They all felt that we had moved in to the best of the best of blocks. They said that the proof was the end of summer block party.
"We start at 10am, with a full day of activities for the kids, a few bands start around 3pm, and the party lasts all night. We get a few sitters for the kids, and almost all of the adults end up at Rick's house."
Rick lives two doors down from me. Apparently, he booked the bands every year, and his band always performed. He had huge deck, with a hot tub and pool, and a modern-looking pool house instead of a garage.
The party was a week away, so we had time to get a little settled. I spent most of my days unpacking, as I had summers off. My wife wasn't around much at all, which left not only the chores but also any formal neighbor greeting up to me. I met my 90- year-old neighbor, the family across the street, the retired couple who baked us a cake, and, of course, I met Rick.
One day, as I was on my back porch, Rick waved to me from atop his deck. He was a pretty big man, looked like he played center for a basketball team in his younger days. I had to guess him to be about 50, approximately 15 years my senior. However, he dressed and seemed to behave more like a man in his 20s. He was always playing music pretty late, loud current dance music, and was always around, like he had no job. I waved back. In all, he seemed perfectly nice.
"Are you and the wife ready for the block party tomorrow?" he asked.
"I guess. I'm not really sure what to be ready for. Do we need to bring anything?"
"We ask everyone for 50 bucks to cover the kids' stuff, bands, babysitter. You supply your own food and drink. And if you want, bring your swimsuits to my house later. Things get pretty fun."
With that, a gorgeous woman joined Rick on his deck. She looked my way, smiled, and dove into the pool. Her bikini left nothing to the imagination, and from two doors down, I could see how taut her stomach, how tanned her skin, how long her legs, and how firm her tits were. Rick grinned and popped his eyebrows up and down before diving in after. The rest of the day, I heard their giggling.
When my wife came home, I told her about my encounters with the neighbors, leaving out the near introduction to Rick's companion. I made sure that she wanted to go to the block party, and I really wanted us to stop by Rick's. I was insistent but not pushy, I had hoped. Regardless, she kissed me and said that she would love to go.
The day had arrived, and it began as billed. My wife and I walked around the block as kids flooded our street, playing with water balloons, jumping in a bounce house, having their faces panted, and so on. About 3pm, the bands began. We sat on our front stoop, as the bands performed in front of our house, right in the middle of the block. Everything was fun, but I could barely concentrate on it. I kept thinking about later that night.
Finally, the sun went down, the kids went to bed, and the music at Rick's started blaring. My wife and I went to socialize with the neighbors, but I really wanted to check out that woman again up close.
At some point, my wife went to talk to a group of ladies, and I was left alone to keep drinking and explore the house. Out on Rick's deck, I looked into the pool, waiting and hoping to see her emerge from under the water. Instead, I felt Rick's arm go around my neck. He handed me a glass of scotch.
"Having a good time there, buddy?"
"Sure," I said.
"Hey, I don't mean to be forward, but I saw the way that you looked at my wife the other day."
I stammered, "Oh, I, uh, I, sorry, but I..."
Rick let out a huge guffaw, "Ha! Buddy, it's cool. Listen, I got to tell you. Your wife is pretty fine too."
I am not bragging, but wife is extremely attractive. She's tiny, only 5'4", and thin. She has tiny little titties and a pert little ass. She has beautiful dark hair and very fair skin. To add, she's a nice person.
