About 18 months ago, the Campbell's, our neighbors since we moved to the neighborhood three years ago, put their house up for sale. My wife Brooke and I were anxious about who might move in as the new next door neighbors. Sam and his wife Donna were a little older than us and both of their kids had left the home.
Donna had wanted to downsize now that the kids were gone and informed Brooke and I that they were moving. We had grown extremely close to both of them and they practically treated us like family. I am 31 and my wife is 28. We have both talked about starting a family of our own but my job keeps me traveling and I wanted to settle down a little more before we started raising children.
The house next door sold really quickly and we were excited to see who might be moving in. We were both surprised as construction trucks pulled up days later and began digging up the back yard, putting in a swimming pool, pouring concrete, building a large deck in the back, and ripping up carpet inside to lay hardwood floors, tile and granite. It almost seemed like a new house.
We were both disappointed later when a tall wooden fence was installed all around the property. Our initial reaction was to think our new neighbors were already creating barriers. Later we learned it was just privacy issues and a requirement with the pool. Or more to the point, both neighbors enjoyed their freedom of relaxing by the pool in whatever state of dress, or undress, they desired without neighbors complaining.
It was perhaps two weeks after all the improvements were made when I pulled up in the driveway seeing Brooke in conversation with a striking brunette. My wife introduced me to Cheryl, our new neighbor. I tried hard not to stare but was struck by her immense beauty. While Brooke told me later Cheryl was 32, just a year older than myself, she was a striking contrast to my rather petite wife.
My wife Brooke is a beautiful woman herself. She's only 5'4" but boasts a 35C-26-34 figure with long silky blonde hair down her back and blue eyes. I was smitten the first time I was introduced to her by mutual friends just after we both graduated from college. Cheryl on the other hand was a good 5' 8" and I would later learn 36C-24-35. She had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, dark skin, and a dazzling smile.
Cheryl invited us both over for Saturday night where we could meet her husband Ron. It was a warm spring evening when we walked over. Cheryl met us at the front door and neither Brooke nor I could get over all the changes they had made in their new home. Cheryl was dressed in short white pants and a yellow top. It wasn't hard to notice that she was braless as her nipples were erect as they pushed at the thin fabric. She was barefoot and het toes were painted a dark burgundy, which capped off her dark firm legs. I did my absolute best not to stare hoping my wife would not notice my interest.
Ron was already on the deck tending to steaks, hissing over the open flame of his grill. I'm not sure what I expected him to look like, but was startled by his big presence. Ron stood 6'2" and weighed perhaps 220 or so. He gripped my hand in a firm handshake and encouraged me to have a seat on the deck. Like Cheryl, he too was casually dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, standing barefoot on the deck. Dressed in my trousers and polo, I felt a bit overdressed for the occasion.
Cheryl brought us both beers and I really felt comfortable with Ron. He was defiantly a guy's guy as we discussed his love of athletics and the outdoors. He had played baseball on a scholarship in college and played a little minor league ball before he hurt his shoulder which sidelined his playing days. He was in sales now and "reped" a line of men and women's sportswear working mostly with colleges, universities, and athletic retail stores.
Both of us left their house that night relieved at our fortune in getting neighbors like Cheryl and Ron. There was a definite chemistry between the girls and I really enjoyed Ron and his company.
Over the next few months, I noticed subtle changes in Brooke as she spent more and more time with Cheryl. While Brooke was always a very attentive sex partner as well as a devoted wife, she had been limited in her sexual experience when we married. I knew she dated several guys both in high school and college. Actually quite a few. But she told me she had only been to bed with three. Two were long term relationships and one was a one night encounter that had been totally unlike her, but she got caught up in the moment.
I suppose it was mid-summer when she purchased some very revealing and sexy swimwear with Cheryl. Brooke owned a couple of modest bikinis but most of her other suits were of a one piece variety. I nearly dropped my jaw when she walked out in a bikini top that seemed to barely cover her breast, exposing much of her flesh as well as a bottom that left a great deal of her gorgeous ass in plain view.
When she removed the bottom to try on another for me, I could not help but notice that she had shaved her pussy bare. Brooke had always trimmed her bush in a little rectangular strip up from her vagina. But now it was smooth as was the hair around her little rosebud in the back. When I questioned her about it, obviously very appreciative of her new look, Brooke stated that our neighbor Cheryl informed her with the new suits, she needed to lose the pubic hair. Brooke said that Cheryl was actually the one that shaved her.
I had to admit to getting a hard on thinking about Cheryl shaving my wife. I assumed that Cheryl too must be shorn down there which only left me hornier.
Brooke also ditched many of her panties in favor of thongs in a variety of colors and tops and shorts that seemed to be much more risqué. I knew that Cheryl was a big influence on my wife's new wardrobe as the girls spent a great deal of time together, laying out by the pool, shopping, or just hanging out. As I do quite well, Brooke has taken substitute jobs as a teacher but lately she seemed to enjoy the time off at home. It hasn't really been necessary for her to work and she really takes advantage lounging out back with Cheryl or shopping when the two felt the urge.
I travel a great deal so it was comforting to know that Brooke was spending time with Ron and Cheryl and they were right next door in the case of an emergency.
It was late into the summer when I noticed a sharp increase in Brooke's sexual appetite. We had always enjoyed sex and it was not uncommon to make love at least once or twice a week. Lately however, Brooke was practically ripping my clothes off when I walked in the door. Already dressed in some skimpy attire, she would meet me at the front door with a drink and a kiss. Sometimes we made it back to the bedroom but often she jumped me right there on the den couch or sometimes right on the floor.
While it was never difficult to get her aroused, lately I noticed how wet her little pussy always seemed to be. Brooke always enjoyed giving me blowjobs and having me go down on her as well. But now she couldn't wait to have me eat her pussy. That was another thing. She had become much more vocal. While before she might ask if I would "do her with my tongue, or would you do me down there?" now she almost commanded that "I eat her cunt or lick her little pussy."
While I suppose I should have been shocked, it just made me that much more excited to hear her using such strong language and I liked her taking a more dominant role in our love making. It seemed she enjoyed having me lay on my back as she sat on my face or rode up and down on my cock.
