Thank you for all the comments. If you don't like smoking, cheating wives, a touch of cuckold, swinging, probably better not read on....
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In the two weeks that followed Lisa and Tom's patio sex adventures on back to back days, things seemed to have returned to the boring normal for the couple. Sure, it seemed as if they were talking more and sex had been more frequent but routine sex, not like the type of arousal and desire experienced on those two days. Maybe it was the patio that caused it, Lisa thought to herself. She had also carefully avoided bringing up watching the black guy in the porn video, thinking she might have gone too far with Tom on that day.
She had slowed her daily habit of having wine and hadn't had a cigarette in ten days -- perhaps it was just a temporary retreat from who knows where she was headed. While their recent trysts had been satisfying enough, didn't they both want more now that they had the time and ability to explore? Tom simply didn't bring it up and neither did she. She had finished putting the toppings on the home-made pizza, Friday's dinner of choice, when her cell phone rang.
"Hey, hon, just getting the pizza in," she said, seeing Tom's picture pop up.
"Sorry, baby, I'm running a little late here. We've got a system release that's not going well, so I'll be there as soon as I can," he reported.
"You know we were supposed to be going to the Carlyle's for drinks tonight, right?" she replied. In their small 20 house cul-de-sac, Matt and Wendy Carlyle were at the opposite end and often hosted informal gatherings for whoever wanted to come.
"Yep, I should make it later, just gonna have to get this done first," he said. They said their goodbyes and Lisa finished dinner, ate two slices, and put the rest in refrigerator, leaving a heart note on top for Tom to see. She walked into her bedroom, looked over her wardrobe, and selected a nicer pair of jeans, Tory Birch sandals, and a burgundy top that showed off the cleavage of her 36D breasts nicely. She threw two bottles of her favorite wine into a wine bag, locked the door, and headed down the sidewalk.
Nice houses, she thought, and nice people, as she glanced at the perfectly manicured yards, trimmed bushes and Georgian type homes. As she approached the end of the cul-de-sac, her eyes caught sight of the Carlyle house, perhaps one of the nicer houses of all the nice houses. Matt and Wendy were in their early 50s, he owned a car dealership and she was a hospital operations director. Their three kids were freshly out of college and on their own.
Lisa walked up the immaculate driveway to the front door and rang the bell. The door was promptly opened and there stood Matt, standing nearly six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a slight middle age paunch offset by his regular workouts. Clean shaven, his big smile was accented by short salt and pepper hair cut short, nearly a buzz cut, and a tiny scar on his forehead from a minor surgical procedure.
"Lisa!" he exclaimed, throwing open the door and embracing her in an easy hug, "so good to see you!" She returned the hug and smile.
"You too, big guy. Tom is coming later but I wanted to be on time, " she responded. Matt ushered her in.
"Most of the gang is here already, Wendy is in the kitchen, just head on back, you know where it is."
Lisa walked through the spacious entryway into the hallway, into the kitchen, where she found a number of couples gathered around the kitchen island filled with appetizers. A petite blond, perhaps 4'11", with waist length hair, pixie blue eyes, small A/B cup breasts, and a hint of wrinkles around her smiling mouth greeted her.
"Lisa! Darling! So good to see you!" Wendy exclaimed in a high-pitched tone, wrapping her waifish arms around her. Lisa returned the hug with a forced smile. God, this woman was annoying. What did Matt ever see in her? Breaking the embrace, Wendy pulled back and ushered Lisa into the kitchen.
"I'm so glad you came! It's been too long...and just where is that adorable husband of yours?" she exclaimed. Lisa groaned inwardly.
"Just working late tonight, he will be along shortly," Lisa explained.
"Well never mind, just enjoy yourself and he can catch up. The macaroons are to die for, the Burnleys brought the most amazing cheese plate, and the latest wine club offering is simply to die for...you have to try!" Wendy gushed. Lisa kept up the forced smile.
"I'm sure," she said, "I can't wait to try it all." Lisa opened the wine bag, pulled out the two bottles and placed them on the table with the others.
"Oh, that was so nice of you," Wendy said, taking one bottle by the neck and scrutinizing the label. "I'm not familiar with this one. Is it rated?"
"It's one of my favorite Cabernets, I think it's a good one. But it all looks good, such a wonderful spread," Lisa replied. Wendy smiled an ingratiating smile.
"Of course, dear. Feel free to enjoy whatever you like. You know where everything is," Wendy intoned, patting her on the hand. With a departing smile, she flitted off, leaving Lisa to pour a hefty glass of her own wine. Taking a sip, Lisa glanced around the room. It was filled with the neighbors, most of whom were in their 50s or 60s, with the Grendalls and Wythes the youngest couples, probably late 30s, each with smaller children. All good people, but Lisa and Tom were not particularly close with any, just neighbors.
As she walked into the large dining room, nodding and smiling, she made small talk about community events and catching up on her neighbors' lives. She made her way to the living room, where she found Matt tending his large leather lined bar against the larger wall. Four of the neighborhood guys were comparing whiskeys. Matt caught her eye as she approached.
"Lisa!" he smiled, "welcome to the men's corner!" Laughing, he came around form behind the bar, raised his glass and she clinked hers with his.
"Oh yeah," she exclaimed, "looks manly here, for sure. How is the dealership doing?"
"Oh, we hit some record sales last month, pretty good for the year overall," her replied, taking a sip of whiskey.
"Nice," Lisa replied, "you still restoring that 69 Corvette?"
At that, Matt beamed.
"Oh, girl, you know it -- it's out in the garage right now, I'm putting the finishing touches on her this weekend."
Lisa knew Matt spend a lot of his free time restoring old cars, having a fully equipped mechanic and body garage adjacent to his house -- the place was a legend in the neighborhood, as many of the guys would use the facility to change their own oil or fix their brakes when there was space. Her husband Tom never did, he just wasn't mechanically inclined in the slightest. While Lisa didn't exactly care for the grease monkey concept, she appreciated that certain guys loved their rides and the engines within.
"That's awesome, I'm sure you will love driving it when it's ready," she said. He smiled.
"For sure!" he replied, cocking his head, "Say, would you like to see her? I'm ready for a smoke break and would love to show you."
Lisa smiled in return.
"Sure, let's go," she said. He waved his hand for her to follow, and she let him lead the way through the kitchen. As they navigated through the groups of people, she saw Wendy looking their way.
"Matt! What are you up to, darling," Wendy asked. Matt waved her off.
"Just headed for a smoke, hon, back in a minute," Matt replied, moving smoothly to the door. Lisa caught Wendy's brief look of distaste. She grimaced, and turned back to her conversation. Matt turned to Lisa, as his hand found the door handle.
"She hates me smoking, ever since she stopped. She's a little princess now, sheesh," he grunted, opening the door and beckoning her through. They walked into the large garage, moving past their two BMWs into the large, separate bay that held all of Matt's equipment, including two lifts. This part of the garage, having been added on by Matt after the house was built, was offset from the rest of the house, very nearly a separate whole house. Moving past all the equipment, Matt motioned her to the dark blue 1969 Corvette sitting at the far end.
