Summary to date: the love of kink brought Phil and Cindy Duggan together, but they were able to hide their kinky side from the outside world while raising six kids.
The story picks up with Phil's solo ride home from their lake cottage...
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The ride home from the cottage seemed to fly by. Pulling into my driveway, I noticed the neighbor's 'For Sale' was down. I thought there must have been another realtor change as the place was sitting empty for nearly two years. The asking price was just too high. Although we lived in an expensive community, ours was in the older section with one house right next to the other. Privacy fences were the rage.
Our house was one of the few without two privacy fences. There was one between us and our neighbors to south, but only small, widely spaced bushes separated us from the empty house. We were good friends with the previous neighbors, so we decided to go with bushes, mulch and flagstones. It made our yards look bigger.
Our drive was on the side away from the vacant house. I was surprised to see people moving on its back patio when I pulled in. I also did a quick double-take because they were nude; at least I thought they were naked.
I got out of the garage quickly to see if I was crazy. I wasn't!
A rather handsome, tanned couple entered the house. Both were indeed naked although I only caught the tail end of things; very nice tail ends I might add. Not trying to be too conspicuous with my gawking, I opened the trunk, removed my luggage, and went into the house.
Needless to say my curiosity and interest were peaked.
The answering machine was aglow with messages. As is my style, I go to it first whenever I am away. The key message was from the realtor. She explained the house closed about three weeks ago. (I didn't know she sold it!). Our new neighbors were Doug and Maura Jensen; transferees from San Francisco.
The images of Doug and Maura pre-occupied my mind as I unpacked, started laundry, and sorted the mail. From time to time I went to the windows to look over onto their patio. Our bedroom windows were higher, and one could look directly down onto their patio. The window in the study had a direct view of their patio. Of interest was the large hut tub they added; we love the one we have at our lake cottage.
I felt like such the voyeur as I peered for a look see.
I transcribed the mental list of the tasks I made on the drive home. Number one was mowing the lawn. Normally I would have waited until Sunday, but I thought I just might get another peek of my new neighbors.
The lawn wasn't too bad as a service cut it while we were gone; so this mow wouldn't take long. I did the front first. As I began to mow the back the Jensen's reappeared.
They were now clothed.
Maura was adorned in a pure white, seductively cut tank suit. In her matching white heels, she was close to six feet tall. Her frame was large, but not flabby. It was easy to guess Maura's size because she looked remarkably like my wife, Cindy, who was still blessed with those perfectly formed, full B-cup breasts on her thirty-six inch chest. Maura's hips flowed into an alluring derriere which was sculpted upon smooth, tanned legs ending in those heels.
She too had auburn hair and she shook it out as she eased onto a lounge chair. Her arms rested seductively on the sides as she positioned her legs in a captivating manner. Her lips were ruby red and inviting. I had a difficult time mowing a straight line.
Doug took a chair next to Maura after placing their drinks on the table between them. A rose colored suit covered his area. I've never seen a man in a rose swim suit before, and based on my experiences, I believed it to the bottom from a woman's suit. Regardless, he was good looking. Cindy would cream herself if she saw him.
As I approached them on my mowing path, they looked in my direction so I waved. They waved back in a very friendly manner, so I stopped the mower as I neared their patio.
"Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Phil Duggan."
"Maura and Doug Jensen," was Maura's friendly acclamation. "Come over and join us." Maura gestured toward an empty patio chair and Doug waved me over encouragingly.
"Care to join us in a glass of wine?" was their first offer as I sat.
"I'd love too, but I need to finish the yard and a few other things before I relax." I remained calm on the outside, while lusting inside. The more I studied Maura, the more she looked like Cindy. Even her eyes were the same hazel color. It was weird. I've heard everyone has a twin somewhere in the world, but to be living next door was bizarre.
The only difference I could see was in the dress and make-up. Cindy dressed a bit more conservatively. Cindy's cosmetics were simple, Maura's bold. Cindy's nails were nicely trimmed and done in softer colors. Maura's nails were talons, each ending in a sharp point and finished with a smooth, glossy enamel matching her lips.
My eyes went back and forth between them as we talked.
