The couple had moved almost unnoticed into our transient neighborhood. It seemed there was always a house or two for sale and moving vans were a common sight. Jim and Bonny Clavelle were in their late thirties and unlike most of the residents of Sunny Acres they were childless. I figured that was how they could afford the house with the best lot in the neighborhood. The back yard was completely private. Two sides adjoined treed parkland. The third had both a tall privacy fence and fifteen foot Leyland cypresses. Their only neighbor, old man Flemming could not see into the yard at all from his property or one-story house. The woods were so overgrown no one ventured into that part of the park and the house blocked the view from the street.
I was the only bachelor in the area. I lived alone because my wife decided to make her affair with her boss a permanent arrangement and moved out with our two boys. We had joint custody, but during the school year the boys didn't spend much time with me, only about every third weekend. Dating hadn't been working out too well for me so more often than not I found myself without companionship. I am not much for the bar scene and there were only two single women where I worked, both of whom I dated unsuccessfully, it seemed I had little opportunity to meet women.
I met Jim about a month after they moved in. I was out walking and he was mowing the front lawn. After that we would talk whenever we ran into each other. We hit it off pretty good considering I am about 12 years older than him. We became golf buddies. Although I had met Bonny I didn't really get to know her, as she was not at all interested in golf, which seemed to be the prime connection between Jim and myself. However, I had not failed to notice what a hot wife my new friend had. She was a real knockout, light brown, shoulder-length hair, green eyes and a great body with curves in all the right places. She was a real T & A man's dream.
For the first six months they lived in the house it seemed there was a constant flow of home improvement contractors at the house. They had a fabulous new deck and rec-room put in. Well at least that is what
I heard from Jim. I hadn't actually seen any of it as he kept saying he wanted to wait until it was done to show it off. Finally that day came and I had an invite to come see the new deck. I already knew how great the yard was having been there when the old owner had his famous back-yard parties. I soon discovered that Jim had not been exaggerating about the great deck.
It was a multilevel beauty. You entered it in the middle through a screened porch-like area. The lower level was what Jim called the barbeque level. There was a built-in Jenn Aire grill, and enough room for two table and chair sets. The stairs going down from there led to a 400 square foot slate patio with a private hot tub big enough for at least six. The hot tub was completely private since it was tucked in behind the screened porch. Jim mentioned that he had it done that way for nude bathing. The top deck was made for sunning.
I got a big surprise when he took me up there. Bonny was laying face down on a chaise wearing only a very skimpy bikini bottom. The kind that has barely more than a strip to cover the ass crack. I was even more surprised when she turned over to greet me with her very attractive breasts fully bared. The bikini bottoms front if anything was even more reveling than the back. I knew right away she was shaved smooth. They were both completely casual about her nearly naked body being on display. However, Jim must have noticed the look on my face.
"Oh sorry, buddy. I guess I should have warned you that Bonny and I tend to go sans clothes. That's why we liked the place so much, no one to get upset if we happen to pop into the yard naked," Jim said smiling.
I couldn't manage to do much more than stammer that it was no problem as I stood there hoping they wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts.
Jim laughed and said, "I know how you feel, pal. I couldn't speak either the first time I saw those great tits!"
Bonny punched him playfully and told him to stop teasing as she gave me a wink. Although I felt pretty weird standing there staring at my friend's nearly naked wife, I figured if they were cool, I was going to do my best to be cool too. I was pretty relieved, however, when Jim suggested a beer and a tour of the rec-room. Except for the lack of a beautiful naked woman the new rec-room was as fabulous as the deck.
The deluxe pocket billiards table was the focus of a very well appointed room. Off to the side was a theater style room that Jim told me we would be watching football in come fall.
Since it was summer, beer and pool was the activity of the day. After a few beers and a bit of eight-ball I had finally managed to push the image of Bonny's tits to the back of my mind. Oddly, Jim didn't let it stay there for long.
"So what do you think of Bonny's tits?" He asked casually just as I was about to sink the eight ball.
His question caused me to scratch, which caused him to laugh.
"Sorry, man, I owe you a do over there," He said cheerfully.
"Oh so that's how you paid for all this, hustling pool using your wife's tits as a distraction," I joked. "Good thing you don't bring her out on the golf course I would never make a putt."
He laughed seemingly enjoying the joke. Then he got serious and told me that he really enjoyed showing her off and that he had planned the little accidental meeting on the deck. I didn't really have a response as I thought about exactly what he might mean by showing her off. As I stood there looking stupid, Jim repeated his question.
"Hey, I was serious, what do you think of her tits?"
"What the fuck do you think I think, bud? She has a great fucking pair of tits! Probably the nicest pair I have ever seen in the flesh," I finally answered honestly.
"Cool, glad you like them," He said with a big grin on his face. "Wannanotehr beer?"
To my surprise instead of going to the bar fridge and getting us two more cold ones he called upstairs for Bonny to bring us two more. She came down a minute later still wearing only the skimpy bikini bottom. I am sure my jaw about hit the floor when she walked right up and handed us the beer with her scrumptious tits on full display.
"Thought you might like another look, buddy. I just love a topless waitress, don't you?" Jim asked cheerfully.
