Chapter 01 - Moving In
The moving truck arrived at the empty house next door on a Saturday. My wife Roberta and I were home and had time to kill so we went over to see who was moving in. It was a young, newly married couple, Ray and Sylvia. Ray was just out of college on his first job as accountant in the local branch of his bank. Sylvia had just graduated from a two year nursing program.
Ray is in good physical condition. He stands about 5' 11" and probably weighs 180 pounds. He is an intense person who needs to be doing something all the time. He took two loads into the house for every one that the rest of us took.
Sylvia is also in good shape. She and Ray jog a few miles every night. Her light brown hair generally hides at least part of her face and hangs down to her shoulders, She tends to wear baggy clothes that hide her figure. On the moving day she was wearing baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.
After working hard most of the afternoon, we invited our new neighbours out to dinner to get to know them better. We chatted about all sorts of different topics and found that this was the first time either of them had lived further than a few miles from their parents. It was also their first venture away from city life. We have large cities about four hours drive to both the east and the west, but there isn't much in between. This would be a new and different life for them!
Roberta and I are an older couple in our late forties. We have lived in this town for over ten years, so it wasn't too long before we became the confidants for Ray and Sylvia. Roberta and Sylvia would go shopping together, to the hairdresser, and just about everywhere else. Ray and I would work around the yard together, help each other fix the house and have the occasional brew.
Things were fine for the first few months and then a tension between Ray and Sylvia began to become very clear. Ray and I were in my workshop putting the finish sanding on a new cutting board for Sylvia's kitchen when the topic of sex first came up. He kind of blurted out between strokes with the sander, "What the hell do women want in bed any way?"
The question kind of caught me off guard, "What do you mean?"
"Ah, never mind, I'll have to work it out." Ray went back to his sanding and I didn't feel that I could push it, so I went back to work too.
The following weekend, I was outside chopping wood kind of lazily as there was no rush and I didn't really need a lot, just enough to keep the fireplace burning once in a while. Ray came over and took the axe that I had set down so I could stack what I had split. He grabbed the biggest, ugliest piece of knotted up wood that he could find and began to hack at it as if he was going to split it in one stroke. All he did was get the axe buried in so deep that it would not come out. He began to curse under his breath and heaved at the axe handle. I watched for a moment and then ducked in to the shop to get a couple of beers. When I came back he was sweating and swearing at the piece of wood. I held out a beer and waited.
Finally he flung the axe away from himself so that it rocked the piece of wood back and then forward. The axe handle hit him in his knee as he was turning toward me to take the beer. He yelped, swore again, and limped to sit on a stump beside me. I handed him the beer and he downed most of it in one gulp.
"What has got you so fired up?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just that god damned wife of mine."
"Hmm. What's the problem?"
"Well, one minute she is all warm and gushy, the next minute you could make ice on her butt."
"Sounds like a woman. What happened?"
"Well, we were talking about the changes in the bedroom. I was standing next to her and suggested we put a big mirror on the wall next to her dressing table. She was all for it. I figured it would be great when we - well - you know - the bed is right there. Anyway, she was planning how she could use it and then I put my hand on her back. She froze up solid. Stopped in mid sentence and went rigid. Christ, you'd think it was the first time I'd ever touched her. I guess I got mad and yelled and stomped out of there to came over here."
"Sounds like you haven't had much of a sex life lately."
"Nope. Haven't done it for about two weeks now."
"You must be getting pretty frustrated!"
"You better believe it!"
I had seen Sylvia crossing the driveway to our house, so I presumed she was in talking to my wife. It was sad to see this young couple having sex problems so early in their marriage. I remember Roberta and I had had some great fights early on, usually about everything but sex. We had always left our arguments out of the marriage bed. Sex was just too good to waste.
Ray stayed for an hour or so. We went into the shop and he did some more hand sanding on a bed side table he was making. I thought about what he had said and wondered what we could do to help him and Sylvia.
Later that night, after the dishes were done and my wife and I had some quiet private time, we decided to play one of our games. I got us each a drink of Scotch, turned on some soft music and she came out of the bedroom with a deck of cards. The rules are pretty simple. Cut the deck for high card. The winner gets to ask the loser to do whatever. We usually start slow and end up tossing the cards while we make mad passionate love.
This night I decided to tease her. She was wearing a skirt and blouse that buttoned up the front with lots of little buttons. I won the first three draws and told her to unbutton one button each time starting at the bottom of her skirt. The fourth draw was in her favour. She asked for my socks. Next, I got two more buttons on her skirt. She asked for my shirt and then for my watch. There were still three buttons on her skirt, so I asked for her panties. She managed to get them off without showing anything. I won again and asked for a button on her blouse. She won the next two rounds, off with my pants and my underwear. Now I was naked and she was still fully covered.
She won again. She said she wanted a kiss. I stayed where I was and she had to lean over me to get her kiss. She decided to grab my cock as she leaned into the kiss. Our tongues were duelling like mad and the temperature was rising - so was my dick. When we broke the kiss, I cried foul!
"You played with my cock when you only stated you wanted to kiss! I guess that means I get five spanks to use when I want to!"
"Oops, guess I got carried away!" she replied.
My wife likes a spanking, occasionally.
She won again. She decided I should play with her breasts through her blouse and bra. I massaged them heavily and she began to breath a little faster. I tweaked her nipples and pinched them through her blouse. She moaned and asked for more. I claimed another foul because she asked for two things in the same round. She didn't argue.
I won the next round and asked for her bra. She managed to get it off without showing anything, but now there was nothing under her blouse and skirt but bare skin.
