Nap time

For a few long seconds, Lisa and I caressed each other under the water, our naked bodies still intertwined. All sound was muffled as we silently smiled at each other in satisfaction at the bottom of our small backyard pool before we broke apart from each other and headed for the surface.

We both erupted from below the clear, chlorinated surface with a loud pair of splashes, feet from each other. We headed toward the inclined entrance of the inground pool, the water pouring off our bodies back into the pool. My hand moved around my wife's small waist to rest on the flare of her hip as we stepped up to exit the pool.

As I reached over to give her a loving peck on the cheek, I saw her turn her head and look back to the spying occupants of the Franklin household. She puckered her lips and blew them a kiss with her right hand.

"Lisa!" I laughed, swatting her bare right buttcheek in a not very disciplinatory way. The taut meat just quivered a little under my slap, tiny water droplets flying off the silky flesh. My petite spouse just turned to me and reached up for a quick peck, giggling girlishly all the while.

Re-entering our new home, we took a quick shower together upstairs, washing off the pool chemicals and helping Lisa shampoo her short, but thick, red-brown hair in preparation for today's neighborhood barbeque. Drying off, Lisa threw on one of my tee shirts and I tugged on a pair of loose shorts. I enjoyed the way the thin white cotton played at her curves as I followed her back down the stairs to the kitchen.

Since we had yet to eat today, we settled down in our cozy breakfast nook and smiled knowingly at each other over our hastily prepared bagel sandwiches. I wondered if Lisa was thinking the same thing as I gazed into her dancing eyes from across the small table. This move seemed to really turn our sex life around. I wasn't sure quite why, and I really didn't care. I was just content to enjoy it while it lasted.

With three hours to go before the scheduled 4PM start time of our next door neighbor hosts' party, we both agreed a little nap might be necessary. Already satiated by both our meal and the morning nookie, we lay down on our still-unmade bed. I spooned behind my wife, enjoying the warm feel of her close to me as we both drifted off to sleep.

I awoke, my face close to Lisa's head, enjoying the scent of strawberries from my still-slumbering wife's fresh washed hair, when I lifted my head to look at the digital numerals on the alarm clock by the bed.

4:15PM

"Uh, Lisa, we better get up," I softly whispered into her shell-like ear as I gently pushed her shoulder forward.

"Mmm, wha.. what time is it, Steve?" she asked, slowly coming back to life before me.

I told her, and she suddenly shot out of bed, turning to look back at me after she brushed the hair from her face.

"Steve! Why did you let me sleep so long? We gotta get dressed? What am I going to wear?" she shot off rapid fire as she threw open the closet doors, ripped open a couple drawers to stare at their contents.

I slowly pulled myself out of bed, standing up behind her, looking at her reflection in the large dresser mirror as I spoke, trying to be the calming voice of reason as I smoothed her arms with my hands.

"Relax, Lise," I told her. "Just because it starts at four doesn't mean we have to be there on the dot. We'll try 'fashionably late' for a change."

I saw her look at me in the mirror, her mouth twisted askew in a kind of cute way.

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say," my wife muttered back, leaning against me. Guys can throw anything on and blend in. I don't want to look like a 'fashion don't' at our first party with these new people." She walked over to the closet again. "Well, Steve, what do you think I'd look good in?"

'Same ol' Lise in that regard,' I thought. 'Always obsessing over every detail.' My eyes rolled as I wondered how long it would be until I gave her the correct answer and got out of here.

"I can hear your eyes rolling into the back of your head from over here, mister!" she growled, her back to me as she still scanned the closet's contents. "Get over here and help me!"

Busted. Then a thought came into my head as I gazed out the window, seeing people enter the gate of the high redwood fence of our barbeque hosts' home.

"Y'know, Lise, we can probably see over the fence of our neighbors from the attic dormer window. Why don't we check things out from there? You can see what the early arrivals are wearing, I can see what might be in store for us tonight."

"You mean you can't wait to check out Jeri's boobs again!" Lisa smiled, elbowing me after she returned to my side by the bed. "But it sounds like a good idea. Let's go!" she smiled, pulling me toward the attic stairs.