Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back to their room and fully embrace not having to be quiet while they fucked each other senseless.
Elaine, at 44, was a vision of Nordic hotness. Five foot ten and 155 lbs with full C breasts and an ass that didn't quit. She'd let her blonde hair grow out the last couple of years to the middle of her back, usually wearing it in a pony tail that, combined with the glasses she wore, made her look geeky hot. Buck imagined that the young men in the AP History class she taught at the local high school fantasized about her routinely and he couldn't blame them. In fact, he thought it was kind of hot.
Buck wasn't bad himself, at 6 foot and 185lbs of muscle from his morning weightlifting routine and a full head of light brown hair that he'd also let start to grow out a bit. Not to his college metal garage band length, but certainly a bit more than his bosses would like.
Buck worked for the local hockey team in their brand partnership division, and had found himself lately spending more and more time on the set of the commercials being shot, working to ensure that the team's brand was being put in the best possible light, and the creative types in the production crew were rubbing off on him.
As Elaine lay back on Buck, he'd been lightly cupping and massaging her breast through the green turtleneck sweater she wore, while they sipped on Bourbon and cherry juice and watched the Christmas lights twinkle in the tree and the snow fall beyond the windows.
It was a perfect night, Buck thought as he slid his hand down from Elanie's breast across her slightly curved stomach and below the band of her black yoga pants. Elaine let out a soft moan and put her glass down as her husband's strong fingers glided through the small patch of hair above her pussy and across her throbbing clit. Buck felt the wetness already there, lubing the tip of his finger as he pulled back to begin rubbing her.
And then the doorbell rang.
"It's carolers," Elaine said with breathy quietness. "Just ignore them and they'll go away."
But no sooner had Buck started his firm rhythm again than an insistent knock came at the door. Something about that knock made both their heart's skip a beat. Their oldest, Gwen, had only been driving for 6 months and the roads were pretty bad out there...
Elaine got up quickly and made her way to the front door, in front of the large staircase that swept down from the second floor. Buck was just a few steps behind her and didn't see the look of exasperation on his wife's face when she opened the door to find their neighbor, Marco, standing there, his curly brown hair dabbled with snow from the brief walk from next door.
"Hi Marco, Merry Christmas Eve," Elaine said as the cold rushed its way into the house.
"Merry Christmas, Elaine, is... oh hey Buck," Marco replied as he saw Buck walk up behind his wife.
"Does Lola need some sugar or something?" Elaine asked wryfully.
"Oh, ha ha, no but we do need a favor. If it's not too much trouble. Sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve. I just don't know what else to do. Did you ever put together bikes for your kids? We got the twins their first ones and I'm totally lost."
Buck smiled a knowing smile. "I know the feeling, and would be happy to help. Elaine, you get the bourbon, I'll put out the fire."
A few minutes later the three of them were walking across the snow covered lawn between their brick homes with supplies in hand. Marco and his wife Lola were about a decade younger than Buck and Elaine, with twin boys who'd just turned five and a three year old daughter. They'd moved in next door last summer but they hadn't gotten to know each other very well. Their kids being such different ages meant they ran is different circles with different rhythms. But they had come over to Buck's Labor Day BBQ and gotten to know the basics about each other.
Marco had started working for his father in law's import/export business after marrying Lola, implementing an e-commerce division that had quickly grown to be the most profitable part of the company and eventually landing Marco a promotion to COO. Marco's parents were Mexican and Guatemalan immigrants who'd met shortly before Regan's amnesty in the 80s and had Marco not long after. He had half-brothers he'd never met in Mexico, but had grown up an only child in the States. He put in three years in the Army after high school, got discharged after losing a chunk of his leg to an IED in Iraq, and then gone on to get a business degree. He'd met Lola the summer after college and married her just over a year after that.
All that Buck had learned at the party, but a few days before, Buck had discovered that the couple liked to fuck in the Jacuzzi behind the fenced off section of the yard off their master bedroom, having accidentally seen them through his small bathroom window while getting up past midnight to take a leak. He couldn't make out any details, of course, but it was unmistakable what they were doing, with Lola sitting in Buck's lap under the water and throwing her head back.
Buck had quietly climbed back into bed with Elaine, and when she noticed his hard on, she wiggled her ass at him and he slid her silky panties down and his cock into her and they made gentle, quite love under the covers before going back to sleep.
A week after that, Buck found out that Lola liked to sunbathe topless in that same private section. Buck had mentioned that part to Elaine, thinking that his wife might want to tell Lola that their piece of yard wasn't as private as they might think, but she decided against it. She doubted any of the other neighbors had an angle that would look down into that part of their yard, and she didn't want to ruin her fun. They decided they would just keep that bathroom curtain closed from now on.
Marco led Buck and Elaine into his house, giving them the quiet signal while pointing upstairs and then heading towards the basement door. At the bottom of the stairs they slid through another door and into the finished section of the basement, where Lola was sitting on a couch working on a large, intricate and beautiful doll house that must have cost a small fortune.
Lola was 5'3" 125 or so, curvy in all the right places and dressed in jeans and a white thin sweater that hugged her rather large breasts. Her family was Irish and Spanish, and her bushy dark red hair fell over her shoulders and framed a sultry Mediterranean skin. Her and her family had moved to the US from Barcelona when she was in elementary school, and she still carried some of her accent as well as the posture and impeccable style and grace of someone who grew up not just well off, but in the top 1%.
"I see you found help," she said as she got up and waked over to give Elaine a hug. "Merry Christmas! Sorry if we interrupted your evening."
"It's no problem, what are neighbors for?" Buck replied. "Looks like you've got a bit of work to do as well."
"Oh no this is fun," Lola replied, "Elaine, do you want to play dolls?"
Elaine giggled and her and Lola sat down on the couch together, where a bottle of wine also sat half empty, "As long as you have a glass of that for me."
Mounted across the wall from the couch was a 70 inch 4K TV, complete with what looked like a booming sound system. Video of a fire played on the screen in full HDR glory while Christmas music played through the speakers.
"Nice set-up," Buck commented.
"Oh yeah," Marco replied, "we even had them put in extra sound proofing in the walls down here so we can blast the latest comic book movie while the kids are asleep."
"Awesome, so which way are the bikes?" Buck asked.
"Back in my workshop," Marco replied and pointed the way.
"All right we're going in. If we're not back in an hour, send reinforcements."
"Would that be Jack or Morgan?"
"Johnny. Black," Buck replied to his wife. Seeing the confused look on Marco's face he said, "In case this is a two bottle job." While holding the bottle of bourbon up.
And with that the two men went into Marco's basement workshop, closing the door behind them. Lola walked over to a small cabinet and pulled out both another glass and another bottle of wine and brought it back to the table.
"Hope you like Shiraz," she said as she began to pour.
"Love it, oh and this is a good one too," Elaine said looking at the bottle. "You don't have to open another, I know this is an expensive bottle."
"Nonsense, it's the least I can do. I can't believe Marco couldn't figure out the bikes on his own and we had to bother you on Christmas Eve."
