Grant Roberts - The reluctant couple

Yes, everything was like a beautiful dream. The new house in the San Bruno hills was exactly what she had always wanted, and the new people she had met in the surrounding blocks had been marvelous and friendly — a few of them more than just friendly, too. And Roger was happy in his position with Waller, Waller, Crist, and Maxwell, doing an excellent job for Marc, and was on his way to bigger and better career opportunities with the company. Of course, the money was nice to have, too; very nice. Oh yes, she could truly say she had everything a woman could have in this world.

Never before did I ever think of such fulfillment, Diane thought to herself dreamily. And my marriage is so perfectly wonderful now, not like it was when I was a silly, unenlightened prude… Thank God I found myself in time…

Her reverie was interrupted by Roger's entrance. He opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. He smiled at her as he approached, wiping his hands on his bright Bermuda shorts. He leaned over the bed and smoothed his hands along the sheets, then dipped under the covers and without warning moved his hand up along her leg to squeeze her naked pubic mound. "Morning, sweet-heart!" he grinned.

Diane shrieked, raising out of the bed in a half-hearted attempt to escape the teasing rummaging between her legs. "Stop it!" she laughed.

Roger laughed with her and withdrew his hand. "Get up, honey. I want you to meet our new neighbors."

"You mean somebody finally bought the house across the street?"

"Uh-huh. I brought them over for an introductory drink."

Diane moistened her lips in an anticipatory way. She jumped out of bed and hurried to the dresser for a clean pair of panties and a bra. "Are… are they young?"

"Our age. And you should see Barbara Stinson." Roger made his eyes go wider and puckered his lips in a silent whistle to show what he thought of her.

"And Mr. Stinson?"

"You'll have to judge Jerry for yourself. He's not exactly my type."

She slipped on a pair of short shorts, colored a lemon yellow which showed off her tanned belly and legs to their fullest. Diane knew that they were too tight at the crotch, and showed almost lewdly the outline of her cunt lips and the valley in between. "Mmmm, well, let's not keep our company waiting, Roger."

Roger put his arm around his wife's waist and the two of them walked toward the door. "I hope you like Jerry, because I've got my sights on his wife." He grinned widely at her. "Gonna help me, baby?"

"Yes," she giggled, pressing against her husband. "Anything you want, I'll do, darling… and then some…" she added as a smiling after-thought.