Laughter filled the warm summer evening as I felt the warm relaxing embrace of the scotch hitting my system. I took another small sip before bending down and placing the glass on the table before me. Four of us sat on the red L-shaped couch, illuminated by the warm glow of the electric fire pit, and hundreds of little fairy lights which seemed to give the air a magical quality. I leaned back in my seat and wrapped my arm around the shoulders of my wife, Anwen. She instinctively leaned into me as we listened to Jackson regale us with some outrageous story about the exploits and wild nights of his college days. Her hands went to her mouth as she shook with laughter and I could tell the wine was starting to affect her as her cheeks bloomed red.
I would be lying if I said I had been looking forward to this evening of liquor and laughter. Anwen, bless her, couldn't resist being the friendly neighbor. She insisted on welcoming the new couple, who had moved in next door a few weeks ago. I groaned as she explained that Ava and Jackson would be over later for dinner and drinks.
"Honey, all I do is schmooze clientele all day. Do you think I want to do that when I come home?"
"Oh hush," she said, giving me an incredulous look. I rolled my eyes playfully and gave her a sheepish grin as I dramatically leaned back into the couch cushion. She put down the laundry she was folding and sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed in a way she knew I couldn't resist. As she came closer, she bent down and placed her hands on my knees, sliding them up my thighs. I took a deep breath as she climbed up on me and straddled my lap, her legs spreading wide, her white skirt riding up her thighs as she pushed her crotch into mine. I groaned in feigned annoyance, unable to hide my desire, feeling the heat of her sex even through my shorts. My hands went to her waist, my hand sliding up her sides, feeling her body on mine and knowing at that moment I would be giving her anything she wanted.
She smirked down at me, her fingers running through my hair. I shuddered in desire.
"It's just one evening, baby. And they're very nice people, don't you want to meet nice people?" She kissed me then before I could respond, her soft lips encasing mine. My desire took over as pushed my tongue past her lips, my hands sliding down to her ass and pulling her forward roughly, letting her feel my growing desire as she moaned lightly into my mouth.
"Mmmm, you're nice people...," I mumbled in response and I could feel her smile against my mouth. She pulled back, biting her lip, her beautiful face curtained by a cascade of long dark waves, her icy green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'm not that nice."
She stood up, leaving me hard and cold. She pulled her skirt down with a cute little wiggle, leaned down, and give me a peck on the lips before sauntering away again.
"You tease!" I said, groaning dramatically. She turned around and blew me a kiss on her way back to the laundry. She picked up the basket and started to walk away.
"They're going to be here in two hours, and I haven't even started dinner," she said innocently, calling to me over her shoulder. "But don't you worry, darling...I always make sure my man is satisfied."
I felt a twinge in my cock at the memory, and I looked at my wife, smiling. She looked absolutely beautiful tonight. She wore a deep green silk wrap dress that tied at the side. It hugged her curvaceous body, the thin straps and short length showing off her sun-kissed skin. She was leaning over, laughing at something Ava said, placing her hand on Ava's knee as they both delighted in the story. Anwen was already comfortable with this new couple.
There was no doubt that Jackson and Ava were a very handsome couple. I could appreciate the attractiveness of Jackson. He was well-groomed and well-dressed which is to be expected of anyone who lived in our neighborhood. He had a mop of dark curls on the top of his head, styled to look effortless with neat short sides. He wore a black short-sleeve button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and off-white shorts. He seemed to have the cool relaxed air about him, quiet but confident. Ava was beautiful and confident; her blonde hair was pulled back on the side and held in place with a crystal-covered hair clip that sparkled in the lights adorning the patio. Her rich brown eyes were accentuated with smokey dark shadow, which matched her black wrap dress and pin-striped stockings. She was shorter than Ava, but her body was toned and curvy like hers with large breasts her dress had a hard time containing. I imagined myself squeezing them, feeling the large firm mounds, soft and warm in my hand. I imagined feeling her hard nipple through the thin fabric, my fingers brushing against the pinstriped stockings that adorned her legs as they made their up her inner thigh, her breath softly catching, turning to moans as my fingers brushed against her damp panties...
"Darling?"
Anwen was turned toward me, her expression amused, jerking me back to reality. I realized at that moment I had been staring at Ava, her body, intently fantasizing, and I thanked the gods that the light wasn't very bright as I'm sure my cheeks were burning.
"Where did you go, Nick?" said Ava with a knowing smile. I swallowed hard as she looked at me, her eyes sparkling in delight in catching me lewdly staring. She tilted her head, her eyes smoldering as her fingers absently traced the hem of her dress at her breast, pulling the fabric so I can just see the soft pink of her areola. I swallowed hard again and forced my eyes to move to Anwen's, the same amused expression on her face having missed my exchange.
I smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, my mind seemed to wander there for a moment. What did you say?"
"I said can you be a dear and fetch another bottle of wine. Ava and I seemed to have drained our glasses."
Happy for an excuse to clear my head, I nodded standing up. "I'll be right back."
As I stood, I dared to glance at Jackson to see if he had noticed my perverted leering at his wife, but from what I could tell he didn't seem to notice anything. He was just looking at Anwen as she turned back to them. I slid open the sliding glass door and walked into the dark living room, pausing for a moment to curse myself or letting my mind wander like that. Right next to my wife. You damned fool.
'Christ man, get a hold of yourself,' I thought, walking into the kitchen. 'Ava is gorgeous but so is your wife and you would be a fool to do anything to mess that up.'
I made my way to the kitchen, muscle memory guiding me despite my slight buzz. I flicked on the overhead light, still feeling the lingering embarrassment. I shook my head as I opened the door of the wine cooler, looking for a Moscato, something sweet that I knew Anwen would love.
I pulled out a cold bottle of wine but suddenly felt hands wrap around my waist and a body press itself into me from behind.
Anwen. I smiled and said, "Come to help me pick out some wine?"
One hand crept down and grabbed my crotch, lightly massaging me through my shorts, fingers squeezing. I felt my body ache with desire as a harsh moan escaped my lips.
"Mmmm, something like that."
I spun around in a panic, nearly dropping the wine, eyes wide as they confirmed what my ears heard.
"Ava?!" I whispered harshly. I couldn't mask the shock from my face. "What are you-"
