We had just moved into the neighborhood, and were still unpacking boxes. It was summer and hot; unfortunately our house didn’t have a pool. Our neighbors were out of town on vacation when we moved in, but four days later they were back home. My wife and I were in the living room, pulling picture albums out of boxes and shelving them under the television set.

Susan noticed the cab pulling up next door. “I think our neighbors are back.”

I walked over to the window to join her. Sure enough, a handsome black man was helping the driver pull suitcases out of the trunk, while his beautiful wife, a light-skinned black woman, was digging in her purse. When she looked up to pay the driver, she noticed us watching through our living room window.

Susan waved and the other woman waved back. I gave a little wave myself, feeling very much like a voyeur. She was a curvy woman and my cock stirred a little at the thought of her. She said something to her husband, and he looked over at us. He waved too, and we waved back at him. They grabbed their suitcases, and proceeded up their walkway to their house.

I watched her walk, her ample ass moving sensuously under her dress. I watched as her husband gave her a swat on her backside as he followed her up the walkway. Ah, I thought, an ass-man just like me. He turned his head toward our house again, and I think I saw him smile.

We turned back to the boxes filling our living room.

“I’m not in much of a mood for unpacking right now,” I said.

“Neither am I,” said my wife.

I tossed some newspaper and bubble wrap off the couch, and sat down. Susan curled up next to me, her hand on my thigh. My cock swelled again, at the pressure of her hand on my thigh. I put my arm around her, cupping her ass, pulling her closer to me.

“I think I’m ready for a little break,” I said.

“Me, too,” she said. “I think we should break in those new sheets we got as a housewarming gift.” She tilted her head up to face me and we kissed.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Great timing,” I muttered, as I got up to answer the door, adjusting myself in my shorts. Susan followed me to the door.

When I opened it, our neighbor stood there. “Hi,” he said, “my name’s Ray.” He stuck his hand out.
I shook it. “Steve,” I said. “And this is my wife, Susan.”

She had moved up beside me, and shook his hand.

“Come on in,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said, stepping across the threshold. “My wife sent me over here to invite you two over to our house.”

Susan and I looked at each other, a little puzzled.

“We were out of town on vacation when you moved in,” Ray explained. “We feel like we need to welcome you to the neighborhood.” He looked from me to Susan. And I noticed he was looking her over pretty well, checking out her breasts and looking down at her legs.

“Okay,” she said. “We were just about to take a break from unpacking anyway. Right, honey?”

I looked her right in the face. “Right, honey.”

Now I knew what was going through her mind. “Honey” was our code word. She wanted to fuck Ray. And I let her know I wanted to fuck Ray’s wife, when I called her “honey” in response.

“Great,” Ray said. “Why don’t you grab your swimsuits? We can take a dip to cool off.”

“Okay,” I said. “That sounds great.” I stepped farther into our living room. “Come on in and wait here.” I gestured toward the couch. “We’ll run upstairs and get changed.”

Susan closed the door and came again to stand by me. She was clearly checking him out, nearly as boldly as he had just looked her over.

Ray walked toward the couch. “Oh, don’t bother with that. You can both change at our house.” He sat down. “Carla’s getting cocktails ready for us now. We can drink a little first, talk, get to know each other, then go for a swim, if you’re still interested.”

“Okay,” Susan said. She turned toward the stairs and I followed her up.

Once we were in the bedroom, she asked, “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a little dazed. I was just getting ready to get into her panties, and now she was double-checking with me if I wanted to get into the neighbor’s panties. And if it was okay with me if that handsome black man sitting in our living room could get into hers.

She pulled her swimsuit out of a cardboard box.