by Karly Violet
“I hope so,” Renee replies. “I would love to have a dance with you,” she tells me.
“Sure.” It’s all I can say as I smile in the direction of the woman.
“Let’s continue the tour, shall we?” Sadie says as she pats me on the back. “We’ll see you this weekend, Renee.”
“I’ll see you all there.” She smiles before walking back to her lawn chair and sitting down.
“She’s a lot of fun,” Sadie mentions as we make our way back to the sidewalk. “But she can be really pushy. Just ignore her if you need to on Saturday.”
“Pushy in what way?” Marcy asks with concern.
Sadie shrugs her shoulders. “She’s just one of those neighbors who are too friendly sometimes. I’ve had to ignore phone calls from her occasionally, but she means well. She will make a great friend if you can stand the way she will want to cling to you.” Sadie smiles as she points out the next house. “Lola and Melanie live here. The nicest lesbian couple you will ever meet.”
“Oh, really?” I say with some interest.
“Jake, don’t,” Marcy says as she once again nudges me.
Sadie laughs. “Luke is the same way. Men are men, am I right?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” my wife says as she looks hard at me. Though she has no proof that I had anything close to a sexual thought about the lesbians in the house, she knows me well enough to know that I like the idea of that sort of thing. I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with a pair of lesbian lovers.
We continue walking as Sadie tells us, “Our community events are a great way to make friends here. I want to encourage you both to come on Saturday evening to my home for this party. You’ll have a great time.”
“It’s at your home?” Marcy asks.
“This time,” Sadie replies. “We move the location each time. Who knows, maybe you will be ready to let us use your home in a few months for one of the next parties?”
“Maybe.” Though my wife is looking forward to meeting new people, she doesn’t like hosting parties all that much.
“It’s at our home this time, though, so be sure to come and be a part of it. You’ll love it.” Sadie continues to guide us through the neighborhood, stopping at the occasional home to introduce us to another couple. Although we don’t come across anyone quite like Renee as we make our way around, we do notice that some people are very scantily clad compared to what we would have experienced back in Boston. Of course, it is much warmer in Miami than in Boston this time of year, so I can see why some of them feel the need to air things out a bit more.
As we walk back to the front of our house, Sadie turns and asks, “So, what do you think? Is this the neighborhood for you, or what?” She smiles as she looks from one of us to the other.
“It’s a very nice neighborhood,” I reply. “Very nice.”
“Because of Renee,” Marcy says with a smirk on her face. She turns and looks at Sadie to add, “We like it here very much and look forward to getting to know people at the party on Saturday.”
“So, you’re coming?” My wife nods her head. “Yay!” Sadie walks up to Marcy and gives her a tight hug before doing the same to me. She pulls me close to her and the aroma of Jasmine once again strikes my nostrils, causing an embarrassing reaction. Sadie pulls back and pats my crotch. “Down boy.” She laughs as she winks at Marcy. “Your hubby will need help with that in a minute.” Barely pausing to look at my growing bulge, she then says, “Luke and I look forward to seeing the two of you on Saturday. Just come right in at around seven that evening, alright?”
“We’ll be there.” Marcy looks hard at me before smiling at our neighbor.
“I’ll see the three of you later,” Sadie says before taking one last look at my crotch then turning to walk away.
“The three of you,” my wife says with embarrassment as she walks back to our house. “Honestly, Jake, can’t you control yourself?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I tell her while following close behind Marcy. She opens the door and we walk inside. “It just happened.”
“And it just happened when you saw Renee too, huh?” My wife’s accusatory expression concerns me as I shake my head and continue to try to defend myself.
“You have to understand that this was all just out of the ordinary for me, Marcy. I didn’t get hard just to get hard. You saw what happened during that walk with her.”
“I saw the boobs, yes, Jake. They were just boobs.”
“For a guy, it’s never just boobs, honey,” I say with a smirk on my face. “You know that she was flirting with me. She didn’t even attempt to cover herself.”
“She’s probably a nudist, Jake. Some people are just like that. You can’t go around the neighborhood with a hardon whenever you see a topless woman.” Marcy sighs. “I can’t believe we have a woman nearby who doesn’t mind talking about her nipple studs while showing them off to people.”
I smile. “Maybe you should do that? A little topless sunbathing couldn’t be too terrible, right?”
Marcy shakes her head. “There’s no way that I will ever do that, Jake. Renee might be fine with it, but I’m not.” She looks down at my crotch. “Can’t you get that to go down or something?”
“You didn’t complain about Luke’s stuffed pants.”
“He didn’t have a hardon, though. It was just that his shorts were a little too tight, Jake. Right now you’re hard because you can’t stop thinking about Sadie and her friend Renee.”
Shaking my head, I reply, “You know that wasn’t my fault. Don’t paint this as being all on me, honey. It’s obvious that we have some freaky neighbors, so we’re going to have to get used to it.”
“And stop staring,” she again says. “You are going to need to stop that. It’s embarrassing, Jake. Just look at something else when you see that.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Just as soon as Sadie quits whipping her tits out in front of me.” Marcy tries to return a stern expression, but she can’t. We begin to laugh about what we have seen over the last two days in our new gated community. There are some odd people here, but that’s fine. It’s what will make our new home just a little different from anywhere we have stayed before.
“Please promise to behave yourself, alright? Even though our neighbors seem to be set on showing off a little around here, you shouldn’t be too quick to take a look at them. Even Renee seemed to notice how interested you were in her breasts.”
“She had them out. I didn’t have to look all that hard to see them. Honestly, I think she wants people to look at them.” My cock flexes a little as I think of the attractive young woman’s assets as I shake my head. “There’s something weird about this place, Marcy. I’m telling you, we are probably going to see a lot more T & A around here soon.”
“It’s Miami,” she says flatly. “There’s a lot of it around already. Just pretend you don’t see it and try not to stare.” Marcy walks up to me and taps my crotch in the same way Sadie did before winking at me and giggling. She turns to walk to our bedroom and I follow just behind. It doesn’t take much more of a hint to let me know when I’m wanted. Whether that hint is from my wife or from someone else.
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Chapter Three: Questions and Concerns
It’s been a week since we have spoken to Dave and Cynthia Portman in Boston. They have been friends of ours for about five years and both Marcy and I miss them terribly. So, when my wife had the idea to FaceTime with them this evening, I was happy to do so with her. After all, it would be nice to see two familiar faces after the experiences we have had in our new home so far.
“Hey, guys,” Cynthia says in her usual cadence as she waves at us from the other end of the FaceTime video call. “How are the two of you doing?” Dave sits down beside his wife and smiles at us as he lifts a cup of coffee in salute.
“We’re good here too,” she replies. “Boston is still Boston,” Cynthia tells us, “But it’s not the same without the two of you.”
“We miss the both of you,” Dave adds as he nods his head and smiles. “I’ll bet it’s warmer down there, huh?”
“Much warmer,” I tell him. “And a little stranger too.”
“Stranger?”
“Well, it’s not what we are used to,” Marcy offers as she attempts to erase their confusion. “The people here are a very open and welcoming sort. As a matter of fact, it seems as if clothing is optional for some of them.”
“Ah, nudies?” Dave laughs as he shakes his head. “I could have told you there are some nudies around Miami. I’ve been there before.”
“I think the term is nudists, sweetie,” Cynthia corrects her husband while patting his knee. “And they didn’t move into a nudist community. It’s a gated community.”
“I don’t know…” I stop short of continuing as my own wife squeezes my knee. It appears to be one of the universal ways in which women control their talkative husbands.
“The neighbors are really nice, but some of them do things like sunbathe topless in their backyards. We’ve had one experience so far.”
“And she didn’t care that we could see her topless,” I add.
“Geez, dude, did you get any pics? You know you can text them to me, right, buddy?”
“Will you just settle down?” Cynthia laughs as she shakes her head at her husband. “He’s a little full of himself right now. He had a little too much to drink for dinner tonight.”
Marcy looks at me and raises an eyebrow before replying, “Husbands are sometimes cut from the same cloth, Cynthia.” The two women laugh as we two hubbies look at each other on our respective screens.
“When people put themselves out there nude, others are going to see them. There’s no way to hide what’s not already hidden unless you force them to hide it. It’s an adult gated community, though, so the police don’t patrol here. It’s just the private security company that patrols.”
“Does everyone there walk around naked?” Dave asks. It’s apparent that he’s about as interested in all this as I was in Renee’s ample boobs.
“No, not everyone, though some of them might as well be. Our neighbor Sadie didn’t have a bra on when she came to welcome us to the neighborhood with her husband the other day. And her husband had something going on in his pants.”
“Socks,” I say, to which Dave nods his understanding and laughs.
“That bulge was not due to socks, Jake. You know that.” The wives seem just as interested in discussing Luke’s large snake as Dave and I are in discussing Renee’s two chest mountains. However, we quickly move on from this in order to avoid saying something too embarrassing.
“So, the job,” Dave says. “When do you start, Jake?”
“In a week or so,” I reply. “They are still getting all of the paperwork filled out for me to sign. It’s a process and they told me to be prepared to wait as long as another two weeks.”
“You’re getting paid, though, right?”
Nodding my head, I reply, “Yeah, I’m getting my paychecks. It’s giving the two of us time to look around the neighborhood and to enjoy the beach a little.”
“Ah, the beach,” Cynthia says with a smile. “I wish I was there with you, Marcy. We would have a great time on the beach together.”
“Yeah, we would.” The two wives giggle with each other. “Swimming and laying out all day sounds like fun to me. Jake and I haven’t ventured out that far yet. There’s still a lot to do to get things fixed up around the house.”
“I’ll bet there is,” Cynthia replies. “Should we come down there to help you get things sorted out? “Dave and I have some time we can take off from work if we need to. We would be happy to do it.”
“No, we’re fine,” my wife replies. “Jake and I have everything in hand for now. But, once we get things put away, it would be nice if the two of you could come visit for a few days. We could show you around Miami and hit the beach at that time.”
“Sounds fun,” she replies.
“And see some of the native wildlife in their neighborhood,” Dave chuckles.
“Okay, I think that alcohol is going to his head now, guys. We should get off here and make him a little coffee to clear things up for him.” Cynthia shakes her head as she looks over at her husband. He’s obviously excited about what we’ve told them so far about the community we have just moved into.
“We’ll see you both later,” Dave says as he holds up a coffee mug. “More coffee for me.” He stands up and walks out of the frame of the video.
“Stay away from the bottle of Jack, sweetie,” his wife warns as she looks off-camera and shakes her head. “I’ve got to go make sure he’s getting coffee only. Kisses to you both.” Cynthia gives air kisses to us both and Marcy does the same before we log out of the FaceTime video. I smile to myself as I think about how much of a handful our old neighbors can be whenever Dave has a bit too much to drink.
“What will she ever do with him?” Marcy laughs. “I’m glad you don’t drink as much as Dave does.”
“I’m really not big on alcohol,” I reply. “I’m more of the type that prefers to enjoy things without being drunk or high.”
“That’s a good thing.” My wife reaches over and pats my knee. There’s a look on her face that causes me to feel concerned for her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nothing, really. I’m just thinking about how I miss the two of them and the other people we left behind in Boston. Do you think we made a mistake by moving, Jake?”
“A mistake? By moving?” Marcy nods her head. “No, I don’t think we made a mistake, honey. This new position pays double what the old one did, remember? That’s why we can afford to live in a gated community in the first place.”
“I know,” she replies. “Still, things here aren’t what I expected them to be when we left Boston. I thought we would get to enjoy the ocean every afternoon, but so far we’ve only been there a couple of times.” Marcy sighs. “I don’t mean to complain, but this place is not what I had expected.”
“Ah,” I say while nodding my head. “You don’t like what you’ve seen so far around here. The whole thing with Sadie, Luke, and Renee still bothers you.”
Her green eyes turn to meet mine. “Don’t they make you just a little nervous, Jake? They showed off a lot before they really even knew the two of us. Who does that?”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “Maybe that’s just their way. We talked about that yesterday, remember? They are probably just a little more eccentric than what we are used to dealing with back in Boston. Keep in mind that most of the people who live here don’t have to work anymore, baby. They are wealthy and they have others who run their businesses for the most part.”
“Except for the attorneys down the street,” Marcy answers. “They are apparently gone all the time.”
I nod my head. “And that’s just one indicator that this area isn’t as weird as you think it is.” I reach out and take Marcy’s hand into mine. “You miss Cynthia and your other friends, but we’ll make new ones here. Sure, we will have to have them over for visits, but for now our old friends are not in our lives. It’s time for us to do what we can to make things more comfortable for us, right? Just give it time, honey.” Leaning over, I give my wife a quick kiss on the cheek. She smiles, but I can see the hurt that is still inside her. There’s not much I can do about that as I pat her knee. “There’s that party this weekend too, remember? That’s supposedly going to be a great time for us all.”