Lori tells a story, and I show her the view from upstairs.

Barry and my wife took off for a quick after-dinner walk, leaving Lori and me in the half-unpacked living room. We chatted for a while about little things, mostly terrible experiences we'd had moving.

"Hey Lori," I asked, "What were you and Lisa laughing about in the kitchen?"

"I didn't want Lisa to feel bad about us walking in on you, so I told her about once when Barry and I got caught in the act. We were at a party at his boss's house, and we sneaked off to the garage for a quickie. We're all dressed up, he's in a suit and tie, I'm in a little black dress, pantyhose, and heels. So I'm bent over the hood of the boss's Mercedes, skirt up, hose down with Barry fucking me from behind. It's going great, but when Barry comes, he strokes extra hard -- wham, wham, wham -- and it tripped the warning on the car alarm. The horn beeped, the lights flashed. We heard the door opening. Barry pulled out but couldn't stop coming. I yanked on my pantyhose so hard I split the back. So there we are, my butt hanging out, my husband's wet dick shooting in the air, and there in the door, the caterer with her mouth open in a big O. She totally loses it, and sits down in the doorway laughing, all red in the face."

As she told the story, Lori got flushed and bright-eyed again like when she caught me and Lisa having our quickie over the moving boxes.

I laughed out loud. "Wow, Lori," I said, "Did you have to go home?" I asked.

"No, Barry had to give a presentation and get an award, so we went back to the party." Lori stretched and snuggled into the couch across from me, and her braless tits jiggled under her tank top.

"Have you ever caught anyone else doing it?" I probed.

"What a question!" she pretended to protest. She winked. "Maybe I'll tell you later. Even if I had, they could hardly be as sexy as you and Lisa. I hope I get another chance to see you like that. Lisa's a real darling," she said. "You're a lucky man. Is she always this full of energy?"

I said, "She's quite a dynamo. You can see after a big moving day she's still going strong. I'm glad I don't have to compete with her in running. I doubt I could keep up."

"I think there's a little nervous energy there, too." Lori said. "She was asking me some questions today that made me wonder. Is Lisa getting enough in bed?"

I coughed. "Um. She's got plenty of energy for sex. Sometimes she wears me out. But I give her plenty of attention, as you could see."

"No, I meant, does she have trouble coming?" Lori leaned forward, and I couldn't help looking at her breasts.

"Well, uh, sometimes," I said, "it takes a while. So if we've had a long day and we're tired, she doesn't always come. Though usually she's the first one asleep."

"Mm. OK," Lori said. "I used to be like that," she said. "I was always a little frustrated, and, well, let's say it wasn't good for my first marriage. I found out I had to ask for what I wanted. And take care of myself sometimes, too. So anyway, I suggested Lisa might try some things to find out what feels good to her, so she can get off more often when she's ball-, uh, having sex with you."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I took a deep breath.

Lori gestured with her explanation. "Well, if Lisa asks you if it's OK for her to masturbate," cupping a hand over her shorts, "or to get on top of you," kneeling on the couch, "or take things at her speed," rocking her hips slowly, her tits moving slightly, "or to try a position where she can rub her clit," two fingers on the crotch seam of her shorts, "while you're f-, uh, having sex with her, let her know it's what you want too, 'cause you want, uh, 'cause you love her and want her to feel all the pleasure she can." Lori curled up on the couch again.

I smiled. "I do love watching her come." Lori nodded and her eyes sparkled.

"Hey Steve," Lori said. "You want to show me the upstairs? I was down here with Lisa putting the kitchen together. I can point out our house."

"Sure," I said. I wondered when Lisa and Barry would be back from their walk. The daylight was fading. I stood, and gestured to the stairs. "Ladies first!" I watched Lori's trim ass as I followed her up.

Lori nodded when I told her Lisa's plans for furnishing and decorating, but she mostly went from window to window.

"I'm so jealous, you have quite the view here," she said. "Master bedroom, here...oh," she said, "that's Tom and Jeri's bedroom right opposite. On a hot night like this, I bet they'll leave the window open and you can not only see, but..." She put a hand over her mouth. "Mm."

I said, "Don't worry, Lori, I don't embarrass that easily. And probably I'll be too tired tonight to care what the neighbors are up to. Even if they do look like anatomically complete Barbie and Ken dolls."

Lori laughed. "You're putting me on," she said. "I can tell what you think of Jeri's boobs. And they're actually a lot of fun," she said. We went to the window overlooking the back yard. She said, "OK, there's Tom and Jeri's house next door. The house that shares the back fence with them and you, the one with the pool? That's Martha and her son Ben. His girlfriend Jenni comes over pretty often to go skinny-dipping. Behind the other half of your back fence, that's me and Barry. Next door to you on the other side, see their backyard's all a big garden?" She pointed, but I couldn't see.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Get closer," Lori said. She took my arm and pulled me next to her by the window. "There," she said. "The Witches' Garden, lair of the Lesbian Vegetarians! I see one!"

I laughed. "Huh?" Then I saw a plump, dark-haired, gypsy-looking woman in the corner of the garden, picking vegetables and putting them in a basket. The back door opened and a skinny blonde woman with damp hair dashed out, holding a towel around her. She ran over to the brunette, wrapped her long arms wrapped around her and kissed her, the towel falling to reveal her pale, naked body. The blonde woman took the other by the hand and led her into the house, along with the basket.

Lori said, "Arielle's the blonde streaker, and the other is Isabelle. When you see Dorothy, she's the redhead who looks and dresses like a tough little cowgirl. And they are witches, and do like girls best, but I've seen Ari and Izzy have flings with guys sometimes. You want to get in good with them, offer to take their extra veggies and zucchini bread. I like them, but they don't get along with Tom and Jeri for some reason."

"Is that a light on at your house?" I asked Lori.

"Dunno...what...?" she said. Lori squinted, and then her face lit up with a smile. "Hey Steve, look!"