"Why don't we invite Bill over for a glass of wine later this afternoon," Diane asked. "Give us a chance to really get acquainted and welcome him to the neighborhood."
I glanced up at my wife, somewhat surprised by her question. She had never before shown interest in getting to know any of the neighbors on our tiny beach-front strip of homes. She had just met Bill as he unloaded his luggage into the rental property next to us and they had struck up an easy and animated conversation.
My wife, Diane, had been walking to our mailbox when he drove in and started unpacking. They talked for a half hour before I happened to come around from the side yard where I had been working on the flower beds. I stood and watched them for a few minutes and could tell she was enjoying their conversation more than I would have expected for a first-time meeting, laughing easily and flirting in a manner I had never seen her do before. It was obvious they were comfortable with each other and I couldn't help but notice how casually he let his eyes repeatedly roam over her figure, which she surprisingly didn't seem to mind in the least.
When I walked toward them and she introduced us I could see why she seemed so relaxed with him. He looked like a nice enough guy; around 40, very fit and ruggedly handsome, possessing a ready smile and an out-going, easy manner. He continued to be overly attentive to Diane as the three of us talked and I felt proud of how attractive she looked. She was wearing soft sweatpants that snuggled tightly over her firm ass, her tiny bikini lines clearly visible through them. Her thin tee-shirt was V-necked and draped invitingly between her pert breasts.
We had not been back in the house half an hour when she broached her idea about inviting Bill over. I casually agreed, never one to pass up a chance to spend time with enjoyable company and a couple bottles of wine.
"Sounds good, Honey," I said. "Do you want to go over and ask him or should I?"
"Why don't you?" she answered. "I really want to clean up and change into something less casual."
As she went upstairs to the bathroom, I sauntered over to check the wine rack . . . three different varieties of expensive red and I knew the cooler contained several bottles of Diane's favorite Sauvignon Blanc, so we were good to go on that count.
I heard the shower start and absentmindedly thought that it was unusual for Diane to shower for a second time in a day, since she had ken one after our early-morning lovemaking session only a few hours before. I was smug and pleased to imagine that even though she climaxed several times, she seemed to retain a sexually charged glow all morning. I quickly realized her mood hinted that there could quite possibly be a delightful repeat this evening.
When I knocked on Bill's door he enthusiastically agreed to come over, politely asking if he could bring anything. I declined his offer and assured him that his company would be totally sufficient; telling him it would be strictly wine and simple hors d'oeuvres. We chatted a few minutes and he mentioned how much he was looking forward to getting to know us better. 'Especially Diane,' I thought to myself.
Returning home just as Diane came down and walked into the kitchen, I noticed she had changed into one of my favorite dresses. At first glance it looked chic and quite proper but what I liked most about it was that when she left the top button undone and moved just right, it would always gape open enough to expose most of her firm breast. I especially loved when she wore a special little flesh-colored half-bra I had bought for her to wear with it that was so low-cut her nipples peeked over the top of the lacy cups. That dress was the only one she wore the bra with but unfortunately, it was an extremely rare occurrence when she did. I was surprised and pleasantly pleased to see her wearing it today and eagerly hoped she had chosen the bra too.
I yelled to her that Bill would be over soon and ran upstairs to change. Stripping off I headed into the bathroom to wash up, noticing her clothes in a heap on the floor and the mirrors still fogged with the highly perfumed steam from her shower. As usual, I thought, she always just dropped her clothes wherever she happened to undress, so often leaving a mess behind her that I had fallen into the habit of always picking up after her. I dutifully dropped them into the dirty clothes hamper along with mine and stepped into the shower.
Back in our bedroom I quickly slipped into clean jeans and a tee shirt and went to our bureau to grab a pair of clean socks. I noticed that Diane had left her lingerie drawer partially open and was disappointed to see the special bra lying on top of her collection of panties instead of in its own drawer. 'Looks like she thought about it and chickened out,' I grinned to myself as I slid the drawer closed. 'She must have picked one of her usual ones.'
By the time I finished dressing and headed back downstairs I could hear Bill and Diane laughing from the kitchen. They sounded like old friends swapping gossip and enjoying getting caught up after a long time apart. They were standing side-by-side at the sink window overlooking our backyards and neither was aware that I had walked up behind them. I quickly noticed they looked extremely comfortable standing so close to each other.
"Hmmm," he said. "Actually, I think it looks pretty private—like a perfect spot to sunbathe." He nudged her arm playfully. "I hope you're not going to be too bashful since I might be able to see you from my patio."
"Well, I guess I'd just have to keep my top on," Diane joked, "as much as I hate tan lines," she teased.
Bill moved even closer, his arm again casually pressing against her shoulder and causing her to lean forward slightly. He then made a deliberately exaggerated cock of his head; all pretense of subtlety gone as he blatantly looked down her front. Even from where I stood watching them I could tell the top button of her dress was open and it was indeed gaping, just the way I loved seeing it.
"So do I," he murmured softly. "And I'm ever so glad to see you don't have any."
Diane giggled and acted shocked, but made no attempt to move away or block his view as he continued to ogle down her front.
"You're really quite lovely," he whispered, so softly I could barely hear him.
I was shocked to see and hear what was going on; I silently backed out of the room without disturbing them. I waited a moment then cleared my throat and shuffled my feet to make enough noise to announce my arrival before walking slowly back into the kitchen. Diane was still standing at the sink but Bill had stepped back and was leaning against the breakfast bar sipping his glass of wine. As she turned to face me I noticed she had closed her button, but before she walked away from the window the light showed through the thin dress and I realized she not only wasn't wearing our special bra—she wasn't wearing a bra at all!
Bill turned with a self-satisfied look and saluted me with his wine glass. "We were just talking about how close our back patios are," he said. "I was telling her how much I'm looking forward to sharing a drink or two out there with you guys in the evenings."
Diane picked up the tray of hors d'oeuvres and headed toward the living room. She looked slightly flustered or embarrassed . . . at the very least her cheeks were brighter than normal and she seemed a little nervous.
"Bring the wine, Honey," she said as she passed. "And pour yourself a glass, too."
