We do.. and find a familiar face

I escorted my wife up the sidewalk that led to the gate in our new next door neighbors' high backyard fence. I had finally convinced Lisa that the folks at this little shin-dig hardly seemed to be the prudish type, and if anyone could be accused of peeping, it would be those watching us from inside our own new home. She still didn't seem to be thrilled at the thought of being caught as naked window dressing in our attic window minutes before we were to attend the neighbors' barbeque, but she acquiesced just the same. After a few minutes of freshening up, and helping Lisa pick out something she felt suitable for us to wear to the cul-de-sac event, we were out the door and headed across the lawn.

I had on an off white polo shirt and tan walking shorts, as well as boxers that could pass for swim trunks underneath. Lisa finally decided on a cute little tee crop top and snug denim shortshorts. Her white bikini underneath helped lift her perky titcones and push out the tight pink tee's front. Both sets of our leather sandals made clopping sounds on the cement slabs before I stopped at the gate and grabbed the black wrought iron handle.

I looked at my beautiful wife to ensure she was ready before we entered. She nodded meekly back at me, cradling the bottle of white wine we brought along as a gift as if it were a newborn. Lisa would have liked to have been able to bring along her trademark potato salad, but the current state of our kitchen and pantry just didn't make it possible. I had assured her they'd understand and the vino would be put to good use. Turning back to the gate, there was no mistaking we were at the right house.

A brightly colored placard reading, "The Party Is Here!" was attached to the center of the wooden gate. Balloons with the same stencilling bobbed gently in the light late summer breeze from where they were tethered to the handle. What looked like cowbells also hung down from the heavy gate handle.

The metal clappers inside the brass cones came to life as I swung the gate wide. There certainly would be no sneaking into this party. After holding the gate for my wife to enter before me, I shut it behind myself and returned a protective, husbandly, arm around Lisa's bare waist and stepped up the deck's stairs with her.

"Welcome!" said a friendly voice at the deck's edge. I looked to the voice, first seeing a pair of strappy black heels revealing pretty painted toes and a gold ankle bracelet. I followed a pair of deeply tanned calves to golden thighs and the black nylon booty shorts they disappeared into. Quickly scanning further upward, I appraised a tautly muscled belly with a jewelled ring in the navel and a shiny black stirrup bra tightly wrapped around a pair of conical titties not much bigger than Lisa's. The outthrust cones looked like the 'catch of the day' under a loosely woven black mesh top. It was when my eyes caught her face that my jaw dropped. And it wasn't because of the twenty-something woman's soft fall of raven hair or the deep sexy dimples that were created on both sides of her sensuous lips when she smiled at us. It was because the beautiful brunette before us was the same person that we had seen minutes earlier staring up at our window-framed coitus.

I looked over to Lisa. She just stared at the woman, a silly smile on her face. I took the bottle of wine from her hands, afraid she might drop it.

"You're the new neighbors Tom and Jeri told me about, right? I'm Jenny, sorta a housemate of theirs," the brunette continued.

I started to breathe a sigh of relief, and saw Lisa relax a little, as she shook our hands. Maybe she didn't realize it was us in the window.

She took a sip from the wildly shaped straw in her tropical-looking drink.

"I live here with them, so you'll be seeing a lot of me as well."

She winked at us, and glanced quickly to the dormer window at the top of our house.

'Busted!' I thought. I quickly tightened my grip on my wife's waist, in case she was too embarrassed and tried to make a run for it. She didn't, she just dug her nails into my flank with the hand she had wrapped around my hip.

Fortunately for my side, the subject was changed.

"Well, let me take you back to meet everybody!" she smiled widely, those great dimples deepening further as her white teeth flashed, in great contrast to her tawny skin.

Jenny started to turn towards the main part of the deck, then turned back to me.

"Let me take that for you!" the brunette said, reaching for the large wine bottle. "It's very thoughtful," Jenny said. "But you really didn't have to bring anything but yourselves!"

She hefted the glass container into the crook of one arm. "I get to play bartender anyway. Earn my keep that way!" she grinned playfully, before turning and gesturing for us to follow.

'I would follow that ass to the end of the earth!' I mused as we fell in behind her. The high tight butt the woman possessed rivalled even my wife's wonderful derriere. It pushed back towards us nicely, without a hint of sag on each round cheek. The slick black material barely contained the round apples that shone in the afternoon sun, making them more inviting. There was just a hint of pantyline where the thin material of her swimsuit bottom was located.

Lisa must've finally noticed where my attention was and gave me another pinch to the flank. I responded by dropping my hand down to her great bottom and squeezing it mightily.

As we approached the main party area, music played from the stereo system installed in the deck's walled seating area and the sound of afternoon baseball drifted from a television that had been added to the more open area of umbrellaed tables, away from the jacuzzi. Strings of those gaily-colored patio lights had been strung high across parts of the deck since we had last peeped in on the proceedings.

Most differently than before was the size of the crowd. There must have been nearly a dozen couples milling around, socializing. A few singles as well, like the lovely April Raines, who was chatting with the apparently newly single Jenni 'from down the block.' They seemed to be about the same age. As did her seemingly former beau, Ben, who was standing, looking nervous, by his domineering mother, Martha.

Jenny brought us near the grille and nearby bar area. Jeri greeted us warmly, exchanging quick pecks on the cheek with us both. I tried to be good and not steal a glance at the fleshy mountains below the gauzy top she wore over her string bikini. Still busy cooking, Tom saw us, wiped his hands, and shook hands with Lisa warmly, welcoming us. He then took my hand in his and nearly crushed it in his beefy paw.

"Now, how 'bout we get this party started, Steve!" he laughed, handing me a cold brew from a cooler with his other hand.

After warmly greeting the people we met the last couple of days, and introducing ourselves to those we hadn't, the wife and I broke apart. She went to join the little 'hen party' near the jacuzzi. I found a seat and started to watch the game on the tube with most of the other husbands. I turned to grab a handful of chips, and couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I looked around, no one else seemed to notice, engrossed in one thing or another. I took a gulp of the cold beer in the bottle before me and continued to watch.