Chapter 1 - Move In Day
Dave looked out over the grassy field and watched his trusty stead galloping through the tall grass that swayed from the warm breeze. He looked up at the shining sun and let the warmth of it roll over him as he took in a deep, contented breath.
All that he surveyed was his now, his property, his kingdom.
"Dave!" Jenna's shrill voice broke him from his thoughts back to the sound of Buster yapping in the small backyard with the noise of the traffic coming from the main road just a few dozen meters away from their front door.
"Yeah Jenna?" he called back.
"Does Buster want in? I can hear him barking from all the way in here. And if he doesn't, quit lollygagging around and get in here and help me unpack!"
Buster had made a few more circuits of the backyard and was now at the sliding glass doors that lead outside, looking up at him with those small eyes and scraggly fur that made the small dog so adorable.
He smiled down and slid the door open and Buster burst in, his tiny claws making scratching noises on the tile floor as he tried to find traction after having so much in the small patch of grass that was now his favourite place.
It was quite the change from the small apartment that they had moved from in the city's downtown core. Not just for Buster but for Dave and Jenna as well.
Dave had always dreamed of owning a house and he'd been saving every penny he could to afford one, Jenna on the other hand had been mediocre on the idea at best. She'd certainly been interested in having more space, but she'd preferred the convenience of the city as well as the proximity of all the things she liked to do.
In some ways it was worse for Dave than Jenna, as she worked from home, where she was impacted in her day-to-day life very little. Dave, on the other hand, had gone from a five-minute subway ride to a forty-five-minute train plus another ten minutes on the subway.
But Dave didn't mind, to have somewhere he could own and call home was more important than a few hours a day in travel. Especially now.
A small frown came over his face before he walked into the kitchen to find his wife bending over and picking up another box that contained their entire lives together. Buster was running around her feet, yapping away in an attempt to help. Dave's frown quickly vanished at the sight of his wife's butt in her tight jeans. His dick stirred a little but it quickly passed and he grabbed another box from the floor and placed it on the counter to open.
"Can you believe all the junk we have?" Jenna asked.
"Who knew we could pack so much stuff into that small apartment, right?"
Dave sighed inwardly, not letting it show, their relationship had been rocky for the last few months since they'd had the bad news.
They'd been trying to start a family since their honeymoon almost two years ago with no luck. Thinking it was just bad luck for the first year, they'd eventually admitted that something must be wrong and had gone to a doctor to find out.
Looking back on it now, the six months of testing that had found nothing wrong with Jenna, had been a giant waste of time. Not only the doctor, but both Jenna and Dave hadn't considered that Dave could be the problem, he was healthy and played baseball and golf. Society always put the burden of child bearing on the woman and Dave felt terrible for burdening her with it as well.
Once all of the tests for Jenna had been exhausted, it had only taken a few days and a single test to find out that Dave was the problem. It had put a great strain on their relationship, but they had been working through it, kind of at least.
Dave had dove in head first into his longstanding dream of owning a house, whereas Jenna had doubled down on work.
Since then, they hadn't been intimate, and Jenna's focus on work had started to show up as weight gain. They had both always been active, Dave with sports, Jenna with the gym and yoga, but with her extra workload, she'd started to let that slide.
Not that she wasn't still desirable, but the news of Dave's infertility had pretty much killed their sex life. While there was nothing wrong with Dave's plumbing per se, everything still worked from a physical perspective, he was shooting blanks.
That had really hurt his confidence and he'd been unable to do more than stay hard for a short time. Not that Jenna had noticed, as her own sex drive had trailed off and she often slept with her back to him now.
The view of the back of her head, covered in her jet-black hair, haunted his dreams and nightmares.
Dave shook his head and focused back on the task at hand, taking a whisk from the box and finding a place to put it in the drawers under the counter of their new home.
The house was a chance to start over, to make things better and he hoped Jenna saw it as the same.
* * *
Dave stood on the front steps of the house and looked up and down the street as the sun set, a row of near-identical homes on each side of it.
It wasn't the most upscale neighbourhood, in fact if you drew a venn diagram of "good neighbourhoods" and "bad neighbourhoods", theirs would reside just to the left of the "bad" circle.
The overlap of the two would be just across the street where he could see the faint glow of neon in the fading light of the day. Some might have called it a red-light district, but it wasn't really that. Sure there were some strip clubs in it, but it was mostly filled with bars and clubs that catered to the young.
It was the kind of place that a city put up with within limits. Those in the good neighbourhoods taking advantage of its hedonism to indulge in things that they would never admit to their friends, and those in the bad neighbourhoods looking to use it as a stepping stone to better things.
It was the only reason they'd been able to afford the house in the first place. Being so close lowered the value of the neighbourhood to the point where they could afford it, but still being on the "right" side of the tracks, so to speak.
Dave had no problem with the compromise, Jenna had been more outspoken, but had come around after the second viewing of the house.
"Hey neighbour!" a chipper voice called out and Dave turned to see two women coming from his left side neighbour. His eyes widened and he managed not to stare, for too long at least as the women approached.
The blonde that had called out was wearing a red and white polka dot sun dress that flared out at her hips and pushed her considerable breasts together at her top.
The brunette that walked beside her was equally as curvy but wore a much more sedate t-shirt and jeans that hugged every inch of her body.
"Ugh... hi?" Dave managed to get out as they walked up the path to his doorstep.
"I'm Cathy and this is Dorthy." the blonde said, nodding to the brunette as she introduced them.
"I'm Dave." he replied and extended his hand instinctively, only then noticing the cake that was in Cathy's hands.
"Oh, shit, let me get that..." he said realizing his mistake and the two women gave a pleasant laugh as they glanced at each other.
"Thanks Dave. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood!" Dorthy said and they looked around Dave and into the front door, "Did we see someone else moving in with you?"
