Disparate Housewives

By Rollie Lawson

Meet the housewives of Chrystal Court, the street you wished you lived on! There’s Paige Turner, young, beautiful, newly married, and new to the neighborhood. Across the street is Georgia Cummings, a ‘merry widow’ with a taste for younger men. Next door is Terri Tallman, real estate agent by day, swinger and adult website model by night. Then there’s Brenda Houseman, young mother of two, with secrets she’d prefer her husband not know about. Finally, at the end of the court, is Barbara Blockings, unhappily married and looking for the satisfaction she’s not getting at home. This is an adult and erotic romp, with romance and drama in the mix as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312433809

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Disparate Housewives

Disparate Housewives

Chapter 1 - Moving In

Paige Turner looked around the living room tiredly. She and her husband Bob had been moving furniture since early morning. The movers had unloaded the furniture and boxes Thursday afternoon, and by the time they were through, Paige had been exhausted. Bob had come home from his new job to find his wife asleep on the couch. With a quiet smile, he had found an old blanket and covered her with it, then went upstairs and fell asleep on his bare, unmade mattress.

I can’t believe we had all this stuff in a one bedroom apartment!, exclaimed Paige.

I think that is the sixteenth time you’ve said that., commented her husband. Or was it the seventeenth?

Ha ha!, she replied dryly. Maybe you’d like to move the couch again?

Never! It’s staying there until we move or die!, replied Bob. He had to agree with her; it seemed like there were boxes everywhere that he wasn’t at all sure of. Paige simply snorted in derision.

The Turners were moving into their first house. They had left their large and nice, but still one bedroom, apartment in Northern California at the beginning of the week and had been living out of suitcases for several days, waiting for the shippers to deliver their furniture and belongings to their new home in Kissimee, outside of Orlando. Bob had actually had to go into work Thursday. He was the new web sales division manager for CraysCo; at 30 he was young for the position with a bright future ahead. It was time for the young couple to ‘grow up’ and settle down, buy a house, and think about the future.

Now they had the furniture moved around, the master bedroom suite was in place but not made, the dining room and living room furniture were in place, the entertainment center was installed. Still all over the house were cartons and boxes with their clothes, books, papers and files, dishes and silverware, and all their other belongings. Bob had stayed home Friday to help Paige settle in. They would spend the long weekend unpacking.

Bob grinned as he studied his wife’s profile. She stood there looking around absently. He wasn’t sure whether she looked better coming towards him or moving away. Leaving aside the stunning heart-shaped face, sapphire blue eyes, and wavy auburn hair that went halfway down her back, she was possessed of an outstanding bust, a narrow waist, legs that looked impossibly long for her five-foot-five-inch frame, and an ass to die for. As tired and dirty as she was, she looked impossibly sexy in her t-shirt and shorts.

Bob grabbed his crotch and called to her, Hey baby, here’s something you forgot to unpack!

Paige looked at him in confusion and then saw how he was thrusting his groin at her and holding his cock and balls through the fabric of the gym shorts he was wearing. Laughing, she replied, Shit! That’s just some light duty packing. You can take care of that little old thing with one hand!

You know better, baby! This is a heavy load needing both your hands. He moved lewdly in front of her, gyrating his hips and thrusting obscenely at her.

Laughing, Paige came around in front of her husband, pushing the coffee table aside with her leg. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Chuckling, Bob fell backwards onto the couch, his legs wide spread before him. Heavy lifting, baby!

Giggling, Paige knelt down in front and grabbed her husband’s shorts at the waist band, then yanked them down. Bob lifted up slightly to help her, and a few seconds later he was naked from the waist down. His cock was still soft, though it was beginning to thicken nicely. Paige grabbed his cockshaft and tugged it slightly with her right hand, reaching between his legs to gently cup and fondle his balls. Hate to say it, Bob, but it still looks like a one-hander to me.

Bob smiled as he watched Paige fondling him. You just keep working on the problem, honey, it’ll grow on you. Paige snorted again, and then lowered her face to her husband’s crotch, opening her mouth and feeding his growing cock inside. He had a slightly sweaty taste and smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just a wonderful reminder that Bob was all man, a wonderfully virile male who loved her and who she loved in return.

Bob smiled and closed his eyes briefly, then looked down to where Paige was sucking his cock. It had stiffened nicely, and she had begun making love to it with her mouth. With one hand she was stroking the shaft, twisting it gently. The other hand was lifting and caressing his ball sac with feathery touches. She was drooling over his cock, lubricating it for her fingers, and she alternated sucking the cockhead and pulling back, to lick down the length of his shaft to tongue his balls. Occasionally she would suck first one then the other into her mouth, then reverse course, licking her way back to the tip. Whenever his cock was between her lips, Bob marveled as her cheeks sucked inward as she suctioned his cockhead; the feeling was simple ecstasy!

Paige smiled up at her husband as she sucked and jacked his cock. She intended to have him return the favor, and her pussy was throbbing in wet anticipation. She tongued and twisted his shaft and he moaned, beginning to hump his cock up towards her, trying to thrust it into her mouth. From long experience she knew what would happen next, and it only took another minute or two. Reaching down, Bob took her head and moved it so that she was sucking his cock, and began thrusting into her mouth. Paige continued fondling his balls and jacking as she began bobbing her head up and down, feeling him thrust towards her throat. His groans became louder until finally he moaned and sagged back into the cushions. His cock began spurting come into her mouth, and Paige was hard pressed to keep up with the flow.

Finished, she gave his sensitive cock one last lick and leaned back and smiled up at her panting husband. Your turn., she announced.

Bob looked at her. Hmmm?

Your turn, I said. You know what I mean!

Bob snorted and smiled. They switched positions and before she could sit, he had grabbed his wife’s shorts and pulled them to the floor. Next came her bikini panties, and then she was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide and pussy pushed forward to the edge of the cushions. Bob could see her pussy glistening moistly and he could smell her need. He knelt down and moved forward.

Paige gasped as his tongue flicked across her pussy lips. She was always embarrassed by her pussy; she thought her inner labia were too noticeable and obvious. Her husband thought her lips were perfect, and even though she shaved bare, they made it obvious she wasn’t a little girl. He flicked his tongue across her lips again, then began tracing their outline top to bottom, right to left. He avoided her clit completely. As Paige began to moan, loudly, he reached between her legs with his hands, spreading her thighs wide and pulling her pussy lips apart, then he began to tongue the wet pinkness inside.

Oh God! Don’t stop, don’t stop!, she begged, running her fingers through his curly hair. Oh God! She began humping her pussy towards his wet face, and her legs wrapped around him and began beating on his back. Bob dove forward, and wrapped his lips around her clit and Paige shrieked in pleasure.

No more, no more, it’s too much! Bob ignored her and tried to inhale her clitoris, probing into her pussy with his fingers. She began panting harshly as she writhed beneath him, and her moans became incoherent gibberish. Finally Bob relented and pulled away, to look up at his wife. She had a glazed look in her eyes. When she returned the look, she found that he was positioning his resurgent cock at her cuntlips. Yes!, she said, and spread her legs wide. Her husband slammed his cock inside her, and Paige’s back arched as another orgasm flashed through her.

Bob reached down and peeled off his t-shirt, then pushed her t-shirt and sports bra up to her neck. She had the greatest tits, he thought for about the millionth time, big and firm D-cups that jiggled in time with his thrusts. He bent down and licked her huge nipples, then straightened up and began fucking her hard. Paige took her hands and began pinching her nipples, as she moaned and repeated over and over, Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Bob grabbed her hips for even more leverage and slam fucked her until it was his back arching, and his second come pumped through his pulsing cockshaft into her overheated pussy.

Bob collapsed forward onto his wife, who wrapped her arms around him and held him to her breasts. They cuddled together as they got their breath back. The mood was ruined when Paige’s stomach rumbled loudly. Bob snorted and another rumble caused him to laugh loudly. Paige giggled and said, For some reason, I’m hungry! After a third rumble, they were both laughing.

Bob reached down and handed his wife her shorts and panties. Get dressed, we’ll go out for dinner.

Paige took the clothes, but asked, Are you out of your mind? I am filthy from moving shit all day, sweaty and smelly from a totally different reason, and you want me to go out dressed like this?

Her husband shrugged. Works for me.

Paige simply rolled her eyes in disbelief. Well, it doesn’t work for me.

And your suggestion is?

Paige stood and pulled on her clothes. KFC or something.

Okay, but I get the first shower, then. Still naked, Bob turned and ran for the stairs.

Paige stared after her husband. It was okay for her to go out smelling like she’d just fucked her brains out, but he wanted a shower. She followed him up to their new master bedroom. He was already inside the shower and adjusting the water. She found a pen and notepad in her pocketbook and sat down on the unmade mattress and began making a grocery list.

When Bob came out of the five minute shower and began toweling dry, she called to him through the open door of the bathroom. Here, if you’re going out, you can go shopping.

Hmm? What was that?, he asked, stepping into the bedroom.

She waved the grocery list at him. He was still naked and she was tempted to drag him back to bed, but she was hungry! We need some groceries - milk, bread, that sort of thing. Here’s a list. Pick it up before picking up dinner.

Bob looked at the boxes around him, but couldn’t remember which held his underwear. Shrugging in defeat, he grabbed a pair of khakis from his suitcase and slid them on commando-style, followed by a tennis sweater over bare skin. Want to come? We can go out to dinner.

Paige shook her head. I’m going to take a shower myself. You just be back with dinner and I’ll start getting stuff cleaned up around here.

Bob simply looked around at all the boxes and nodded. He slipped barefoot into a pair of loafers, took the list from Paige, kissed her goodbye and left.

Paige and her husband had been living out of a pair of suitcases since moving into their new house. Grabbing a short silk robe from the top of her suitcase, she padded into the bathroom, then changed her mind and came back to the bedroom. Pulling the robe on and belting it tightly, she went down the hallway and into the second bedroom. Quite a few boxes were being stored in the two spare bedrooms, since without any extra bedroom furniture they were still empty.

Paige thought she had seen the box she was looking for in the second bedroom, but after a few minutes, skipped across the hallway to the third bedroom. It was in the corner, and she grabbed it and carried it back down the hall to the master bedroom. Running a long fingernail down the tape strip holding it together, she opened it and smiled. Just what she was looking for! Inside were the contents of her lingerie drawer and nightstand. Her regular ‘work’ underwear she kept in a different dresser drawer; the ‘nightie’ drawer held her sexy nightgowns, stockings, and thongs. The nightstand held a variety of sex toys, some adult DVDs, a tube of KY, and a home enema kit.

Paige grabbed the enema kit and headed for the bathroom. By the time Bob returned from shopping, she had cleaned up inside and out, shaved everywhere, and dressed. She was waiting for her husband in the living room when he fumbled open the front door, carrying a large bag of groceries. Want to give me a hand, baby?, he called out.

You sure you want me to go outside and help?, she asked, standing up and coming close.

Whoa!, he exclaimed. He looked his wife up and down. She had on a little fly-away sheer black top, held together by a single bow above her large tits and coming down to just above her belly button, black thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heeled shoes. Uh, maybe not!

I didn’t think so., she said with a smile. How about you hand me that and go back for the rest?

Yeah, how about I do that. Bob handed her the bag and went back for more. A second trip finished off the groceries, and a third brought in a large pizza and a cold six-pack of beer. I didn’t want chicken. How about a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese?

The aroma was mouth watering. Ummm, yummy! Paige went into the kitchen and found some napkins.

Bob set the pizza down on the coffee table and tore the lid from the cardboard box and ripped it in half, creating a pair of impromptu plates. He popped open a couple of beers. When his half-naked wife returned, he slid a piece of pizza onto her box top and commented, Love the outfit! You should wear it more often.

Yeah? Well, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to go outside in this. Back home in Knoxville this would get me stoned.

Bob snorted in agreement. He was originally from southern California, where his wife’s outfit would have drawn stares only because of the beautiful woman it covered. Knoxville, Tennessee, was the self-proclaimed ‘buckle in the Bible Belt’ and infinitely more conservative. I’ll make you a deal. You wear that tomorrow while we finish unpacking. He stopped to take a large bite of his own pizza and follow it with some beer.

Paige waited for him to continue, and when he didn’t, she asked, So what’s your part of the deal?

Hmm? Oh, well, I simply provide you all the sex you so obviously need.

Paige’s eyes widened and she coughed, spewing half her swallow of beer towards her husband. You are so full of shit!, she exclaimed after she got her breath back.

Bob shrugged. And then later, we can go out, maybe a date.

Paige considered that for a second. Going out for a date was a code phrase for an evening of some serious fun. Underwear was forbidden, though Paige occasionally wore a tiny thong. She always wore dresses or skirts and tops, often short, often tight, always revealing, and high heels. Bob wouldn’t wear any briefs or undershirts, either, and usually wore a shirt that would unbutton, rather than a pullover, simply so Paige could get him undressed all the faster.

All right, that sounds like fun. Now, pull your pants off.

It was Bob’s turn to splutter. What?

I want to see what you plan on providing later on. Come on, if this is dinner, you should be able to figure out dessert. Paige lewdly spread her legs wide, showing her husband her bare shaved pussy.

Bob grinned and undid his pants and slipped them to the floor. His cock was limp but slowly stiffening as he continued to watch her.

Honey, I was thinking earlier that you need a nice shave. Maybe tomorrow I could help with that., commented his wife.

Bob’s eyes widened at that. His cock continued stiffening, to the point where it was sticking upright and exposing his shaved balls to her view. While on their honeymoon, they had ordered an adult movie from the hotel’s movie rental system. The main actor had a large shaved cock and balls, and Paige had confided to her new husband that it had really turned her on. In one of the most erotic events of his life, Bob had allowed Paige to shave him. Since then, he generally took care of it himself - like most men he had a terrible fear of any kind of razor sharp blades anywhere near his crotch. However, when Paige offered to shave him, he generally went along with the idea. His shaving was a quick pass with a razor and shaving cream in the shower. Paige had him lay naked on the bed, while she massaged him with oils, lathered him slowly, shaved him, and then continued caressing him and fondling him. He inevitably would come twice, once before she had started shaving him, and a second afterwards. It could take hours!

Uh, okay…, he replied with a gulp.

And tonight, after you’ve had your dessert… Paige spread her legs again. …we can go upstairs. I found where we packed the KY.

You have everything planned, don’t you., he said with a smile.

Chapter 2 - Coming Home

Georgia Cummings pulled her Mercedes SL500 into her driveway and raised the roof. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, wishing for about the millionth time that there was a way to keep her hair from getting too messy while driving with the top down. She so loved driving the convertible with the top down and looking sporty, and one of the prices she paid was having to wear her hair short. It wasn’t quite a bob, but it was definitely above the collar, and it was almost impossible to keep permed.

She got out and went around to the trunk, grabbing the two small suitcases and pushing the trunk closed. She hit the button on the key fob to lock her car, then went up to her front door. She let herself into her house, and pushed the door shut with a well-turned leg. She had really enjoyed her week at the spa, but it was always good to come home!

Georgia’s week at Mountain Narrows had been exquisite, as far as she was concerned. The small and very private resort spa in the Georgia hills fulfilled a number of needs for Georgia, and she went there every few months. Of course the spa provided a quiet and healthy break from anyone’s routine, of course the meals were delicious and healthy, of course she could exercise with world-class trainers, and of course she could be pampered daily with exotic baths and massages - that was the minimum to be expected. What Georgia truly appreciated were the extras that not everyone knew about, but that could best be appreciated by a true connoisseur or connoisseuse.

Those gorgeous and muscular young trainers, those beautiful young masseuses, so many of the lovely staff, were available for private workout sessions with the clients at the exclusive resort. Very private workout sessions. When she had first arrived early Sunday afternoon, a strapping young man carried her bags to her room for her, and then helped her clean up from the long trip from Florida. He had run a lovely hot bath with oils and salts, undressed her, helped her into the tub, and then stripped himself. Kneeling at the side of the oversized tub, his large and stiff cock prominently showing, he had taken a loofa and gently washed every square inch of Georgia’s soft body. Afterwards, with Georgia glowing from her two orgasms, he had rinsed her off, and taken her back to her bedroom, where he had eaten her pussy until his tongue was almost numb, and then fucked her twice. Georgia never got to dinner until late.

The rest of her week had been spent in much the same decadent fashion. Her daily massages were done in the nude, which was not uncommon. Her masseuse or masseur were also nude, which was uncommon, and Georgia had no predilection in this regard. While her personal preference was for men, she enjoyed the company of women and they made an enjoyable change of pace. Once, on Thursday, she had managed to arrange a pair of young masseurs, who had provided both an outstanding and relaxing massage, and then double-teamed her the rest of the morning. Especially exciting had been when she had been straddling Raoul, riding his cock, when Mario had lubed his massive prick and slipped it into her ass from behind.

Her daily regimen included a colonic irrigation, which gave the added benefit of preparing her for frequent anal sex, a massage, a luxurious bath, a personal trainer during private exercise sessions, and an exclusive evening ‘workout’ in which a young man or woman would help her get to sleep, dissipating any possible tensions so that a deep and restful sleep would ensue.

Now, toned and relaxed and sexually sated, Georgia relaxed in her house. She carried her bags upstairs and kicked off her shoes. Glancing out her bedroom window, she noticed a small blue Toyota in the driveway of the small colonial across the street, and the ‘For Sale’ sign was missing from the lawn. So it had been bought? It hadn’t been on the market all that long. She wondered what the new owners were like. She’d have to keep an eye out and invite them over for a drink.

Georgia unpacked her suitcases, then undressed and tossed her clothes into the pile of laundry. Naked, she sorted the wash from the dry cleaning, then headed into her bath. She showered quickly, dried off, and slipped into a long satin robe. She went downstairs for a nice glass of wine. It was definitely time to decompress and relax. Some wine, some television, and bedtime were just the ticket for the rest of the day and, actually, for the entire weekend.

Georgia came to with a start. She looked around wildly for a second before realizing she had drifted off to sleep after her second glass of wine. It was dark outside, and she heard the sound of car doors opening. Standing up from where she was reclined on the couch, she looked out the living room window to see her new neighbors had returned home. While she couldn’t make out their faces, he seemed tall and well built, dressed in khakis and dress shirt, and she was shorter, and was wearing a short and flirty black skirt and a bright red tank top and a pair of heels. They were carrying a small bag that looked like they had been at the nearby video store.

She watched them go inside their house, and next she saw lights come on in their living room. Curious, she continued watching; they hadn’t bought drapes yet and were unaware the entire world could see into their house! She smiled as the wife plopped down on the couch and the husband scurried around, bringing out some wine and glasses and turning on the television. While Georgia had undergone several ‘improvements’ over the years, her eyes were still good. The husband looked cute and hunky; the wife had a really nice set of legs under that short skirt. The husband sat down next to his wife on the couch.

Georgia was intrigued, and suffered from the incurable disease of curiosity. She tightened her robe around herself and headed upstairs. The second bedroom, next to the master bedroom was dark, but she kept the lights off as she entered. Set back a few feet from the window was a small telescope her late husband had once bought her. She glanced out the window to see if she could see her new neighbors through their living room window and was pleased to see that they were plainly visible. She kept the bedroom lights off and carried the telescope closer, so that she could watch them. Over years of quiet voyeurism, she knew that as long as the bedroom lights were off and there was some lighting outside, even just from the moon or street lamps, it was practically impossible to see inside.

Focusing in, she was happy that she had decided to watch! Her neighbors were getting very cozy and friendly. The guy had an arm around the woman’s shoulder and they were snuggled against each other, and she was running a hand along his thigh. While Georgia couldn’t see what was on the television, she immediately began to wonder if they were watching a dirty movie! This was too good to believe, but it was definitely getting hotter across the street. Minutes later, his hand was on her thigh and moving up under her little skirt.

This was too delicious to pass up. Georgia left the telescope and went back to her room, to rummage around in top drawer of her nightstand, keeping the lights off. She found what she was looking for and went back down the hallway, grabbing a folding stool from the linen closet as she passed it. Once back in the spare bedroom, she quickly looked through the eyepiece to see if her new neighbors had left to go up to their bedroom. No! They were, if anything, getting more involved. She was starting to unbutton his shirt, and he had slipped a hand down the top of her tank top.

Georgia set up the stool and sat down on it, lowering her eye to the eyepiece and adjusting her position. The wife was starting to rub the front of her husband’s pants. Great! Georgia spread her legs and spread her robe open, and picked up what she had retrieved from her nightstand. It was a small battery powered egg vibrator, with a long thin cord going to a hand control. It had several different speeds, and she could watch through the telescope and use the hand control to drive the vibrator. It had been expensive, but it was definitely worth every penny!

Georgia placed the plastic egg at the lips of her shaved pussy and slipped it into the warm wetness inside. The hard plastic felt cool as she pushed it farther in with her left hand as she began spying on her neighbors. Once firmly inside, she flipped the switch and turned the control in her right hand up to a low setting. Instantly the cool sensation vanished as her pussy lubricated under the gentle assault. She gave an involuntary low moan and adjusted her seat, enjoying the sensations. She moved her head back to watch the action across the street.

Mmmm! They were moving along, not quickly, but not slowly either. He had his hand down inside her tank top, obviously playing with her tits, and she had gone from rubbing his crotch to moving her hand around inside his unzipped pants. She had already unbuttoned his shirt. The angle was wrong to see any more, but they were actively playing with each other as they watched the unseen TV. One notch higher. A few minutes later, the woman repositioned herself, stretching out on the couch, and he lifted up and tugged his pants down. His hand came out of her top and moved down to pull her skirt up to her waist. Naked underneath!? He began playing with her ass as her head began moving in his crotch, definitely giving some head. Two more notches higher! Georgia began squirming on the stool, grunting and moaning herself, finally coming as she saw the husband’s face grow blissful and smiling. Two notches down. The horny young couple across the street continued snuggling on the couch, with her using a hand in his crotch, and he pulled her tank top down to her waist. Nice tits! After a few minutes more, he began sucking her nipples. One notch higher. Then he pulled her onto his lap and she pulled her skirt up to her waist. She positioned herself on his lap, facing away and towards the television, her legs spread, and obviously sank down backwards onto his stiff cock. To the max!

Georgia’s pussy spasmed as she orgasmed again, watching her new neighbors fuck. They didn’t last any longer than she did. They seemed to shake as much as Georgia, then a minute later, they got up. They sorted their clothing out, then the lights went off and the show was over.

Georgia sighed contentedly. She turned off the buzzing vibrator inside her and fished it out. She moved the telescope farther away from the window and went back to her bedroom. It was time for a quick shower and sleep!

Chapter 3 - Meeting The Neighbors

Paige was startled at the knock on her door. She hadn’t been expecting anybody, and was working in her kitchen, putting away some groceries and trying to determine the best places to store dishes, pots, pans, and every other bit of kitchen stuff that she and Bob had acquired. Again the door knocked, so she set down the Dutch oven she really didn’t know what to do with, and wandered off to the living room. Coming!, she called out.

She opened the door to find a tall, statuesque blonde standing in the doorway holding a bottle of something. Hello?

The blonde stuck out her hand. Hi, I’m Georgia Cummings. I live across the street., she said, pointing to the sprawling white split-level across the street from them. I just wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighborhood!

Paige’s eyes widened. Oh, hello. Please come on in. I’m Paige, Paige Turner. She opened the door wide and stepped backwards. Are you the local ‘Welcome Wagon?’ she asked with a smile. The official Welcome Wagon was a book of coupons that had been dropped in their mailbox by the local real estate developer’s association.

Georgia followed her inside. God, no! I’m just trying to be neighborly. Here, I brought this over for you. Georgia handed Paige the bottle of wine. I took a chance on this. It’s a nice Chardonnay, but if you like reds, I can swap it out. Or find something non-alcoholic if you don’t drink. Georgia hadn’t been sure on that score, but it seemed doubtful that a couple that watched porno were teetotalers.

She was right. Not hardly!, exclaimed Paige. Bob’s more of a beer drinker, but I like a nice white wine.

Good. I didn’t want you to think I was a total hedonist. I am, I mean, but I didn’t want you to think so., joked Georgia. She grinned at her new neighbor. Paige was wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt with a heavy duty bra showing through, and was barefoot. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked awfully cute.

Heaven forbid. Should I open it now? Or maybe some coffee would be better. Paige took another look at her guest. She was older than she first thought, maybe late 30s, about ten years older than her own 28. She had on shorts and a V-neck top, both tight, and white tennis shoes. She looked cute and sexy, and carried herself as if she knew it and liked it that way. She had a dark tan, as if she sunned constantly, and her blonde hair was so sun-bleached as to be almost platinum.

As tempting as the wine sounds, how about the coffee? You can put that away for you and Bob later. Boyfriend? Husband?

Husband. Come on back. I’m still sorting out things in the kitchen, but Mr. Coffee is plugged in and I just picked up some coffee. I’ll make us a pot.

Deal., replied Georgia. She followed Paige through to the back of the house. Can I help?, she asked, surveying the stuff still to be put away.

Paige waved off the offer. I’m still unpacking and sorting. We’d just have the both of us looking for stuff. She set the coffee to brewing, then pulled a pair of mugs from a cabinet. Cream? Sugar?

Neither. I take mine straight up.

Really? I need both. Bob’s like you, though, straight up, unleaded, he calls it. I forgot to ask, did you want decaffeinated?

It was Georgia’s turn to wave it off. Regular’s fine. Bob’s your husband, right? He at work?

He’s the new Internet sales manager over at CraysCo. We just moved here from California.

Really!? That’s fascinating. You moved three thousand miles? Oh my God! Where in California?, asked Georgia.

Up outside of Palo Alto, Silicon Valley, you know? Georgia nodded. We were living there and wanted to escape when he got the offer here.

Escape? You sound like you didn’t like it.

Paige shrugged and nodded. It’s nice enough. I mean, the weather and all is gorgeous. Have you ever lived in California? Georgia nodded, and Paige continued. It’s just gotten so expensive, nobody can afford to live there. We were barely hanging on, living in a one bedroom apartment and paying the same amount as we pay on our mortgage here. And houses? Forget about it! This house would probably run over a mill out there.

Are you kidding me!?

No, I’m not. That’s for a house with about an hour’s drive to work. Anything closer would be more.

Jesus!, exclaimed Georgia. And I thought the market down here was crazy.

There’s crazy and then there’s crazy., commented Paige. Back there it took both of us working to pay the rent on the apartment. Here we can afford a house.

On just his paycheck?, asked Georgia. Sorry, not my business!, she said waving her hands. I’m nosy.

Don’t worry. Maybe. I want to find a job and I’m going to start looking next week. Right now we are just getting settled in. Two checks would be nicer, and we don’t have kids yet.

The two women chatted for another 30 minutes, warming to each other quickly. Finally, Georgia stood to take her leave. Listen, I need to go run some errands, but I want you to come over sometime. Have you unpacked a swimsuit yet?

Uh, I found them and put them in a drawer. Why?

Georgia grinned. Because I have a pool, silly! Listen, this afternoon, you put on a swimsuit and come on over. I’ll make a pitcher of margaritas or something and we’ll work on our tans.

Ooh, sounds interesting. After lunch? The pair settled on a time and Georgia went back across the street.

***

Hello?, cried out Paige, tentatively. She had gone around to the side of the house across the street, the one to which Georgia had returned, and was at the tall gate to the back yard. There was a high privacy fence all around the backyard, and Georgia had told her to go there, not the front door; She never heard the doorbell if she was out back.

Paige felt a little self-conscious, since she was only wearing a bikini, a terry cover-up, and flip-flops. It was one thing to wear this in the backyard or a pool, but another to wander around the neighborhood this way, even if just across the street.

Coming!, sounded from the other side of the fence, and a moment later, the gate unlatched and swung inward. Hi there! I’m so glad you decided to come over. Come on in! Georgia was wearing a small white bikini, smaller than Paige’s, and was barefoot. I’ve got someone for you to meet. She took Paige’s hand and pulled her inside, then led her across the lawn. Paige could see that the tall fence really did give Georgia a lot of privacy. In the backyard, fenced in by a shorter chain link fence was a nice rectangular in-ground pool. This is Brenda Houseman. She lives next door.

Brenda, a slim and leggy brunette, was laying back on a chaise lounge wearing a bright red strapless one-piece suit and oversized sunglasses, and was cradling a large pink iced drink. She sat up and set down her drink, then leaned forward to shake Paige’s hand. Hi! I was wondering when I’d meet the new neighbors. Nice to meet you!

Hello. Are you my next door neighbor or Georgia’s?, asked Paige, trying to visualize the street.

Brenda pointed next door, to the other side of the fence. Over there, right next door. You live next to the Tallmans, Tom and Terri. Have you met them yet? Paige shook her head and Brenda continued, And at the end of the court live the Blockings family. Paige got the houses sorted out in her mind and nodded. Chrystal Court had five houses on it. She and Georgia were opposite each other at the mouth of the court, where Rosewood Drive ran past, and the Blockings were the farthest in. All five homes had large, but not gigantic, yards, and a small copse of trees sat between Georgia’s house and Rosewood, isolating the court somewhat.

Okay, I’m following you. So you’re across from the Towmans…

Tallmans., corrected Brenda.

…Tallmans, and between Georgia and the Blockings?

Bingo!, said Brenda, giving Paige a thumbs up. She picked up her drink and sipped from it. You look awfully thirsty!

We decided to drink strawberry daiquiris instead. Is that okay with you?, asked Georgia.

Better, actually. Tell the truth, tequila gets me sillier than I like., admitted Paige. I love your yard, it’s so private.

Georgia stepped over to a covered deck followed by Paige. She had a small and sturdy stainless steel cart with an icemaker and a mixer mounted, a professional sort of installation. Georgia called out to Brenda, You good?

I’m okay.

Paige watched as her hostess prepared another pitcher of daiquiris, using fresh strawberries and crushed ice. Georgia handed her a frosty glass and a straw. Here, this will get you silly, too. She poured another for herself, then carried the pitcher over to Brenda, topping her drink off. You’ve got kids. You’ll do better if you aren’t sober. Brenda laughed at this.

Paige sat down on a lounger and sipped her drink. It was strong, but not too strong, and very sweet. She could taste the fresh strawberries. This is good! She turned towards Brenda. You have children? How many?

Two, twin boys, six years old.

Wow! Twins?! Bob and I want to wait a bit, to get settled. It’s so expensive raising children., commented Paige.

Brenda snorted derisively. Expensive? No! I’ve got two to give away! No charge! Georgia and Paige laughed, and Brenda continued, Absolutely free! Hell, I’ll send them over tonight! You can take a test drive. Keep them a few months, make sure you give them a good test drive. She drank more of her daiquiri. Keep them as long as you want!

God, twin boys!? Never! Are there any other children on the block?

Georgia nodded. The Tallmans, next to you, they don’t have any, but the Blockings have a couple of boys and a girl, all teenagers. They’re okay. Run her ragged though, Barbara, I mean.

Is that why you have two fences? Kids?, asked Paige.

Georgia nodded again. Insurance companies hate swimming pools. You need both an outside fence and an inside fence.

We’ll have to have a party, welcome you guys to the neighborhood., commented Brenda. Georgia nodded in agreement. Have you met her husband yet?, she asked their hostess. He’s cute!

I saw him in passing, but not really., replied Georgia. Looks big, though.

He’s cute., repeated Brenda. Big and hunky. She turned to Paige with a twinkle in her eye. Is he? Big and hunky? She waggled her eyebrows lewdly.

Paige laughed. Very big and hunky! What about your husband?

Kind of average, but he’s a tennis player, so he has lots of stamina. The women all laughed at that.

Where’d you guys move from?, asked Brenda.

Up near Palo Alto, in California.

Oh my God, that’s all the way across the country!

Georgia chimed in, That’s what I said!

Bob got a job here, so we moved.

Is that where you’re from?, asked Georgia.

No. Bob’s actually from southern California, near Barstow, and Palo Alto is in the north, near San Francisco, but I’m from Tennessee.

Well, how’d you end up out there?

Paige shrugged. I went to college out there, UCLA, and stayed. Anything is better than Knoxville. We met after I graduated.

Hold it!, commented Brenda, waving Paige to stop. She stood and went to the bar, to make another round of drinks. She returned with the pitcher and motioned for Paige to resume.

Paige smiled and shrugged. Well, I was living in LA and working in a bank, as a teller, and Bob came up to my window to make a deposit, and he started flirting with me.

Georgia laughed. He was hitting on you at the bank you were working at?

Paige smiled and nodded. Yeah! So the next week, he did it again, and then a few days later he came by. He actually let people go past him so that he could come to my window. That was when he asked me out for the first time.

So I’m guessing the date went okay., commented Brenda.

Very okay., agreed Paige. The second one went even better!

How much better?, asked Georgia archly, waggling her eyebrows. Brenda just laughed.

Great! It got so hot that when he took me back to my apartment, and after we necked in the hallway for about five minutes, I told him I never invited a guy inside on the first and second dates. Then I went inside and yelled through the door, ‘Knock on the door, damnit!’ As soon as he knocked, I opened the door and dragged him inside, saying that was as close to a third date as I needed! All three women laughed at this.

Georgia set down her drink and said, Paige, I hope you won’t get offended, but I usually don’t tan in my suit. I hate tan lines on my back or shoulders. When Paige indicated it wasn’t a problem, Georgia leaned forward and reached behind her back, untying the strings to her bikini top. She set it to the side and Paige noticed the total lack of whiteness, showing that her neighbor tanned topless or nude most of the time. Paige glanced around the yard and realized that with the high fence on one side and the trees on the other, the only person who could see into the backyard was Brenda, from her house next door, and then only from a few windows. Brenda took this as a sign to peel her suit down to her waist as well.

Doesn’t bother me. I like to wear strapless or backless when I go out with Bob., replied Paige. She stripped off her top and pulled a tube of suntan cream from the beach bag she had brought with her. She oiled herself up and offered it to the other women, but they were sharing a bottle of oil already. How did you meet your husband, Brenda?, she asked. You said he’s a tennis player? Like a pro or something?

Exactly. He never quite made it to the major tours, but he’s good enough to teach down at the club. That’s how we met, about ten years ago. I had joined a health club to work out and signed up for tennis lessons. I used to play in high school, but I had been way out of practice. Anyway, that’s how we met. Brenda smiled and said lowly, I think he just likes girls in those little white tennis skirts and tops.

Paige smiled at that, realizing that Brenda’s tall, slim, and leggy build would look spectacular in a short white tennis skirt and a nice tight top.

Georgia smirked. And does he still like the girls in tennis outfits?

Brenda smiled and lay back. If he does, I haven’t caught him yet. Besides, who cares where a man has lunch as long as he comes home for dinner. I still get a great discount on tennis lessons, and I still have the little white tennis outfit if he ever gets frisky.

The other women laughed at this. Brenda reached down and stripped off her one piece swimsuit entirely and oiled up again. Maybe I’ll get the outfit out later. Paige noticed that Brenda didn’t shave totally, but had a small landing strip north of her pussy. Georgia noticed Brenda stripping and undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottom, and after a moment’s hesitation, Paige followed suit. The three women oiled up and sunned naked.

What about you, babe?, asked Brenda of Georgia. Tell us about your husband, Mister Moneybags?

You’re married?, asked Paige with surprise. She hadn’t seen any signs that Georgia was married and thought she was single or divorced.

I was. I’m a widow, actually. Harry died five years ago.

I’m so sorry., was all Paige could think to say.

Thank you.

How did he die?, asked Brenda. I remember reading in the tabloids at the time that he went out with his boots on, taking one last ride in the saddle!, she teased.

Paige thought that the comment was in very poor taste, but Georgia just laughed. Not precisely, but pretty close. She turned to Paige and said, You have to understand, Harry was 25 years older than me. We met when I was 30 and he was 55. We were together ten years, but when I was 40 he was 65. He was a real physical type guy, if you get my drift, and we had already gotten busy that day.

Paige was surprised by Georgia’s admission of her age. She worked out the math in her head and realized Georgia had to be about 45 or 46. She had only pegged the older woman at about 38! Georgia stayed in excellent shape and took care of herself, it seemed.

Details, sordid and graphic details!, demanded Brenda, causing the other two to laugh.

Okay, details. I had already given him a hummer and then got him back up for that ride in the saddle, but he wanted a third go, and while I was sucking him off and getting him hard again, his heart went and blew out on him. He did go out happy, though!

Holy shit!, exclaimed Paige. So how did you meet him, if he was so much older than you? And what was that about Mister Moneybags?

I was actually his third wife, a trophy wife, I guess they call it now., admitted Georgia. See, he was a big Wall Street type, big bucks, boards of directors, investments, that sort of stuff, and he liked to gamble. I mean he could afford to go to Vegas and blow a hundred grand in a long weekend if he wanted to. Some serious dollars.

Wow! Maybe I should dump Bob and let you find me a boyfriend., commented Paige.

Anyway, I was nothing but a girl from Memphis with a decent enough body and a good face and legs, and I was working in Vegas as a cocktail waitress. So this big shot at the craps table orders a drink and I bring it to him, and while I’m standing there, he asks me to blow on his dice for good luck and I do, and he wins! He picks up about ten Gs and says, ‘Stick around, you’re good luck!’

And you stuck around?, asked Brenda. While she had read in the tabloids about Harry Cummings’ death and that his third wife was years younger, the tabloids had called her either a gold digging dancer in a chorus line or a stripper.

Pretty much. I mean, I was supposed to start circulating again and serving drinks, but the pit boss pointed at a stool next to Harry and told me to sit down.

He could do that?

Georgia nodded vigorously. The idea is to keep the high rollers at the tables, where they will end up dropping a ton of dough. He could lose more in one roll of the dice than I could sell in drinks in my entire shift! The other women nodded in understanding. So I stayed put and blew on his dice and we talked for a couple of hours. Then he said he wanted to play blackjack and sent me off for another drink. While I was away, the pit boss told me to pop some of the buttons on my blouse and keep him entertained as long as possible.

You mean you…, asked a stunned Paige.

No, nothing like that. Just keep him paying attention to something other than the cards. Besides, I wasn’t a hooker, just a cocktail waitress. In fact, once I got back to Harry, he took one look at me and smiled, then told me he understood about the blouse, but that if I didn’t want to or felt uncomfortable, to button up again. So I did, at least one button, but I let him keep looking. I mean, it wasn’t like he was creepy. He was a nice looking older guy who was real polite and nice and liked looking at a pretty girl. I mean, the skirt was pretty short and my legs were real good, even if my top wasn’t quite what it is now.

Really?, commented Brenda, looking closely at Georgia’s tits.

Don’t bother, sweetie. The only time somebody gets close enough to see the scars, they aren’t looking for scars! After their marriage, Harry had bought two boob jobs for Georgia, the first going from a B-cup to a large C, the second moving up to DD, and taking care of some off-center bulges from the first job.

And that’s how you met, serving him drinks in a casino! That’s almost like Bob picking me up at the bank., commented Paige.

Georgia nodded. "Almost. Anyway, when my shift was over, Harry offered to take me out to dinner and I agreed. It was unbelievable. I mean, I just had some shorts and a t-shirt in my locker, so he told me to clean up and then