Most of my stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8", she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or red, and very sexy, full lips. I'm not going to say she'd be a Penthouse Pet next week, but Kelly is a very good-looking woman and gets compliments from all my friends. This is a fantasy story about what might happen if the right people moved into our neighborhood...
About four months ago, we noticed quite a bit of activity at a house a few doors down from our condo. Being curious, we went over to take a look. It turned out to be an open house; apparently it had just been placed on the market. Although we weren't looking for anything, my wife loves to check out real estate and so we went over and took a look around. Home prices in my city are awfully high, and you don't get a lot of house for your dollar, but we were pleasantly surprised to find a well updated home with all the basics intact. It even had a small but functional backyard, fenced, with a built-in three season barbeque grill. Most surprising was the discovery of a fairly large enclosed jacuzzi off of the rear patio.
"Too bad we never got to know these guys before they moved," Kelly remarked to me with a grin. As I nodded, I saw that another couple touring the home had overheard and was smiling their agreement.
We left and didn't think much more about the house for a while, until we noticed a moving truck pull up about five weeks later. Like I said, we're a little curious, so we had to peek out the window and see what our new neighbors were going to look like. I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to recognize the couple we had seen during our tour. The open house had been very busy, and a lot of the people looking were a little older, many even edging toward retirement age. But these folks were in their late twenties or early thirties, like us. I didn't see any kids running around either, which was kind of nice.
"Who knows," I joked to Kelly, "Maybe we'll get to know them and end up trying out that hot tub after all."
A couple of weeks later, Kelly called me at work. She had been working from home that afternoon and it was a beautiful sunny day. "Guess who I just met when I went for a walk," she said perkily.
"My spirit, roaming free of my imprisoned body?" I guessed glumly, looking out the window of my office at the shorts and tank tops below.
"Nope, but close. Our new neighbors, or at least one of them. Their names are Jen and Wade, and she's really nice. She works in the pharmaceutical industry too, but as a chemist, and he's a lawyer. She invited us over for a barbeque on Friday night, so don't make any plans, okay?"
I told her that was fine and went back to my work, trying to focus on the website I was tweaking.
The week went by pretty quickly, and before we knew it, Friday had arrived and we were heading over to Jen and Wade's place with a couple of bottles of wine in hand. Kelly knocked on the door and Jen immediately answered with a big smile on her face. Apparently they had talked a couple of times on the phone since meeting and it seemed like they were really going to hit it off. I hadn't gotten a really close look before, but Jen was definitely attractive. Shorter then Kelly at about 5'4", she had a trim body with a proportionate chest and a cute blonde haircut. It's the kind Kelly calls a swoosh, which means it's fairly short and kind of curls out at the bottom. She wore a little makeup but not much, just some lip gloss and a little eyeshadow, and was dressed in a cute tan skirt and raspberry top. Taking a quick glance at Kelly, I decided that she was every bit as attractive as my wife, but with a very different look.
Jen was introducing herself to me faster than Kelly could start, shaking my hand and inviting us in. "Wade is in the back getting the grill started," she explained as she led us inside. "We'll get some drinks in the kitchen and head on out there in a minute."
Kelly immediately started looking around at their furniture and décor. "I love your house," she gushed. "You have such a crisp, modern look going on and this rug is just great!" Where we have more Japanese influenced, medium warm look going, they had gone with a blonde wood and brushed nickel combination, along with some dark leather furniture. It was a really nice look and I complimented her as well.
Jen thanked us, taking the wine bottles and setting them on the counter. She produced a corkscrew and expertly opened the first, a nice syrah we had enjoyed several times previously. She poured four glasses and handed us each one, then led us to the sliding door in the living room.
I smelled the steaks even before we got outside; it seemed that Wade, like me, used a lot of spices in his grilling. He turned out to be built a lot like me, tall and fairly athletic. His short hair was darker than mine and a bit curly, and he looked like he was in good shape. He met us by the door with a grin and a firm handshake.
Over the next few hours, we enjoyed a delicious meal and polished off not only the two bottles of wine we had brought, but also a couple more from their own rack. We discovered that we had a lot in common with them, from our Midwestern roots, to our taste in music and movies. And like us, having moved to the East coast a couple of years ago and working in busy jobs, they hadn't had time to make a lot of friends.
By the end of the evening, it seemed like the groundwork had been well laid for a new friendship. Wade and I traded cell phone numbers and email addresses. It turned out he liked golf and biking also, so we made plans to do some "guy" stuff, while the ladies discussed their plans for shopping and gardening. We left with a round of hugs and kisses and felt like the evening had been a surprising success.
Over the next month or so, our friendship blossomed nicely. Wade and I got together a few times for some golf and some riding. The ladies went shopping on a couple of different occasions and returned with mysterious bags of shoes, makeup, and other surprises. And we all got together a few times for dinner, at our house once and out once, and movies.
Last week, Kelly had told me we were going over to Jen and Wade's for another barbeque and to bring my swim trunks, since they had finally gotten the hot tub ready to go. By this time, it was becoming a pretty regular Friday or Saturday night get together anyway, so I wasn't too surprised. But I did think it was kind of funny how much time Kelly and Jen were spending giggling on the phone. I think they were having a great time having a real "girlfriend" close by after each moving away from their friends and family.
We went over a little before sundown and I immediately joined Wade at the grill. We talked about our work for a while while the ladies did their thing inside the house. They kept bringing us mixed drinks quite frequently, and from the amount of giggling that I heard, they were keeping up with us in between deliveries. During dinner we all had a few more, and by the time we were finished eating it was almost 9:00 and we were all a little toasted. That's when Jen stood up and announced that before we went into the hot tub, she and Kelly were going to do some modeling for us. Apparently they had been saving up some of their goodies to show us together.
Wade and I looked at eachother and shrugged. There was a baseball game on, and we had plenty of vodka and tonic water left, so we weren't in any hurry. The ladies disappeared into the interior of the house and we didn't hear anything from them after that except a few giggles. About twenty minutes later, they re-emerged, and both Wade and I felt our jaws drop slowly.
I mentioned earlier that when I met Jen, her makeup was fairly natural and simple, and that turned out to be the norm for her. On the other hand, Kelly usually does a darker red lipstick and some eyeliner; still nothing heavy, but a little more pronounced. Tonight they had done a reversal of looks. Kelly was wearing a pale pink eyeshadow and just a little eyeliner. However, her lips were glistening wetly with a lip gloss that was just on the pink side of clear. It was very simple but at the same time intensely alluring. On the other hand, Jen was wearing a darker eyeshadow and a really sexy, deep red lipstick that made her mouth stand out. She had used a fair amount of mascara and eyeliner too, and while it was certainly classy, not cheap, it was very evening and very sexy. I couldn't help but stare at her face. She looked amazing. Kelly looked amazing. I was turning back and forth looking at them.
The ladies had teased their hair out enough to be playful as well, and they were wearing matching satin robes. I had just enough time to realize that this was another "purchase" I hadn't seen yet, and figured that Kelly must have left most of this stuff over here after shopping, since she wasn't carrying much on our way over that night.
The best was yet to come though. They removed the robes simultaneously to reveal matching bikinis. Both women were wearing halter style tops that cut very low across their breasts, showing a lot of cleavage both from the top and the sides. Their bottoms were high cut on the hips and just on the decent side of being thongs in the back. Oddly enough, they were white, which wouldn't have been the first color I would have picked. But they still looked great. Better than great, truth be told. Jen had more of a chest than I had first realized, and the bikini really hugged her breasts nicely, showing them to be reasonably big - maybe a 34B, which on her small frame looked great. Kelly really topped her there, though, with her large firm 36C tits easily filling the bikini top and showing plenty of curves to enjoy.
Wade was the first to speak. "Wow, you two look great!" I quickly echoed his sentiments as we gupled down the rest of our drinks. Jen sauntered off to the kitchen to pour all of us another round as Kelly tossed each of us a small bag. "We'll be in the hot tub when you guys are ready. Don't forget your drinks," she instructed.
Looking in my bag, I found a small black speedo. Now, I'm basically a swim trunks kind of guy, so I've never worn one of these, but it was obvious the ladies wanted to play a little and see if they could embarrass us. Wade and I looked at each other and shrugged. It was all among friends, so no harm could really come of it. We split up; I changed in the bathroom, he changed in the bedroom. We met back up in the living room feeling somewhat foolish. The speedos hid nothing, and it was obvious that both of us were trying to recover from the erections that our wives had given us.
