My wife Helen and I moved to a beautiful new house last summer. It's one of three cottages, converted from a barn set around three sides of a courtyard. It wasn't cheap but we had a large family home to sell and ended up with a huge profit. I'm 52, retired last year from engineering work offshore and now work part time for a consultancy firm spending most nights in my own bed with my 52-year-old wife.
The development is about four years old. Opposite lives a couple in their thirties, he runs a plant hire business, she stays home with the children. Next door at ninety degrees to our house live Jim and Jill a couple whom are at the centre of this story. They are both retired, he from the civil service and she from a small a wedding dress business that she sold last year. They are both fit and active, cycling, gardening, going to the gym and taking holidays. He had his sixtieth birthday last year and she is looking forward (if that's the right expression) to hers' next year.
It was the gardening that brought us together. The gardens are large, theirs' was immaculate, ours' was tidy when we moved in but I was struggling to maintain the standard. I was cutting the grass one Saturday morning with my cheap wheeled rotary mower when Jim started talking over the fence, we had said hello but this was the first real conversation. The upshot was that Jim cut my grass with his beautiful Ransome lawnmower and we spent the day weeding, cutting back and running back and too to the tip with his trailer. Helen came home from shopping in mid afternoon and Jill joined us a little later. We had a bar-be-que and spent the evening together.
In the month that followed we had dinner at each other's house several times, went to the pub more than once, had been to a village do and had a day out at the races together. Saturday mornings had become a regular thing Jim and I gardening, Helen and Jill shopping and going to the gym together. Saturday afternoons and evenings were spent together in one or others' garden and house.
Although much older than us I started to appreciate some of Jill's finer features. I particularly liked the classy way she dressed and the fact that she was not careful about her modesty. In the garden tight shorts showed up a lovely bum and there was plenty to look at down loose fitting tops or partially buttoned shirts especially when she leaned forward. In the evenings especially at home and after drink, I had plenty of glimpses of stocking top, thigh and, once or twice, panties. I don't know much about perfumes but she smelled lovely and remembering holding her when dancing at the village social kept me awake that night. She was also good fun and they were both good company.
Helen was much more conservative in her dress but Jill had an influence on her. Jim was a member of a golf club and asked us to go with them to a dinner dance the next Friday. Jill Said that it was a good excuse for her and Helen to get new outfits which they did. Friday evening came and we got ourselves ready to go out. Helen was still in the bathroom when the doorbell rang, Jim and Jill came for a drink before the taxi came. Jill looked gorgeous in a simple little black dress, very short, black stockings and stilettos. Helen came down the stairs wearing the same in navy blue I couldn't believe it. She hadn't worn a mini for thirty years.
The evening was great I danced with Jill and Jim with Helen several times as well as with our own spouses and other people. Jim and Jill seemed to know everyone and introduced us around. We had plenty to drink and ended up back at their house pretty sloshed. We were still in the mood, danced around their lounge and had more drink. Helen was not used to short dresses and being drunk gave us a good show of her knickers albeit through her black tights. Jill's knickers were clearer, at one point she sat on the sofa opposite me with her head back over the back of the sofa her body half turned talking to Helen, who was in the kitchen. Her skirt was up and I stared at her gusset, I could make out her bush and the shape of her cunt, before she turned back around.
The next morning I got up late it was raining, the first time it had rained on a Saturday morning since Jim first cut my grass. Helen came into the bedroom and said. "Jill's downstairs, we're going to meet her sister for lunch then we're going shopping with her and won't be back till tea time"
She kissed me and was gone. It was getting towards lunch time I showered got dressed and knocked on Jim's door. He answered in his boxers with wet hair as he'd just got out of the shower. There would be no gardening today because of the rain we chatted about last night and what a good time we'd had, we had a fry up and decided to waste the day having a few beers (hair of the dog) and watching sport on the television.
We'd been there a couple of hours, Jim still in his boxers and both of us very relaxed, having drunk more than a few beers when he said. "The girls looked good last night didn't you think?"
"They did us proud Jim and looked good enough to eat." I was remembering looking up Jill's skirt and wondering what it would be like to eat what I'd seen.
"It was nice to see Helen wearing something sexy, she looked really hot." He said.
"So did Jill." I said.
"I'm glad you thought so. She always used to turn heads, I never used to like it but she's almost sixty, now you know, and it feels good to know men still find her sexy. Helen looked horny too, we are a couple of lucky guys, Rupert, with really fuckable wives." He said.
I nodded my agreement, a bit taken aback that he'd described my wife as horny and fuckable. I'd never talked to anyone like this about my wife but was enjoying the banter. I said. "I guess Helen's dress was Jill's influence, I don't think she would have bought a dress like that on her own."
"It probably was." He said. "It's a pity her influence didn't extend to Helen's undies, I like to see a bit of soft thigh, stockings would have been a lot better than those horrible tights she was wearing."
