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CHAPTER 1 - Moving Day
My name is Stuart, Stu to my friends. I'm a 32 European. I'm not overly fit, despite the amount of sport I do. I don't have a six pack, but I don't have a beer belly either. I do have a generous spread of hair, so I suppose you could class me as a cub if you want to put me into a box. I'm proudest of my legs, which have good muscles (and are also covered in hair). Other than that I'm average height with brown hair and a full but well trimmed beard.
I'm married to my beautiful wife Rachel and we have 3 young children. Rachel is two years older than me and has a great hourglass figure, with a bit of weight, because we both enjoy food and life. I'm also lucky that Rachel has a great set off tits. E cup on the verge of F cup. Lovely set of fun bags. After 3 kids, we were still having sex, and it was good, but we both agreed that things needed spicing up, so we had agreed some rules and decided to have an open relationship.
Basically, no talking about our conquests, no bringing anyone home to our bed or in front of the kids and no bringing anything that required seeing a Dr home. We'd spoken about threesomes but couldn't agreed on having another guy or another girl in the bed - so we just ended up having sex and agreeing just the two of us.
It was the first day of July as the removal van pulled up in front of the house. The purchase had gone through a few weeks before and we'd spent the time cleaning and decorating the house. the couple who we'd bought it from had divorced and moved out about a year beforehand, leaving us the space to make it our own before everything had arrived.
Even though it was only 7am it was already hot and the weather forecast had said that we would hit 30°c during the day. The 3 guys from the removal company all had their shorts on, exposing their muscular legs. As they opened the truck our new neighbour came over the road and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Becky. Welcome to the street".
She was in her late forties, with a nice figure and long dark hair, although there were a few strands of grey visible. i could make out her nipples showing through her t-shirt indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Hello Becky, my name is Stuart and this is my wife Rachel. Nice to meet you".
We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a while where we learnt that she was married to Mark and they had two older daughters (20 & 18) and a son who was just 14. She offered to make coffee for us and the removal guys. Although I could see her checking out my body, I got the impression that she had her eyes set of one of the removal guys.
As the morning move on it gradually got hotter. I had quickly stripped my shirt and was walking around barefoot. Rachel just had a low cut top and some tight shorts on looking hot and giving my 5 inches reason to stir. Her bra and the t-shirt where showing off her cleavage and I just wanted to bury my face in there and play with them. Rachel noticed but made it clear nothing was gonna happen with the guys around and we had to get finished moving in.
"That's not fair" I said. She grinned.
"Look at the poor guys though" she said nodding in their direction as they sat taking a quick water break.
Their shirts stuck to their bodies with sweat and I noticed they were all tenting their short. They saw us talking and looking in their direction and looked away. I grinned and grabbed Rachel from behind, my hands grabbing her voluptuous breast and caressing them. the guys all grinned but Rachel slapped my hands away.
"Stop being an ass and tell the guys they can take their shirts off to work".
"I'm just proud that I've got you as my wife and can enjoy your body anytime. And why would I want three other semi naked guys walking around"? I replied.
"Firstly, I'm your wife, not your property. Secondly it's hot and not fair on them, plus the younger one looks quite hot. I wanna know if his body is nice and smooth or as hairy as his legs".
"Haha, look out Rach, I think you have competition. Becky is on her way over again".
Rachel got up to go and greet our new neighbour again. As she did, I noticed that the guy that they had their eyes on was actually looking at me. I looked back and we smiled at each other. I couldn't figure out if it was because I knew the girls wanted a piece of him, or if he wanted a piece of me. I had a quick vision of him with both of the girls together, then an image of us together flashed in my mind, creating a tingling in my boxers. I dismissed the image, after all, I'm not gay.
The guys got back to work unloading the removal truck after I'd told them they were welcome to take their shirts off. The older guy did, as he was wearing a vest (or wife beater) but the others thanked me and said that company rules prohibited them from taking their shirts off.
By later afternoon the guys were finished and had closed up the truck when the youngest of the guys came over to say thanks and goodbye.
"Carlos, thanks for the hard work today. Here's something for you to go an grab a drink with they guys once you get off work" I said handing him a large note.
"Well thank you Stu. It's been a pleasure, you and your new neighbour are really nice". The I heard him mumble under his "and all a pleasure to look at".
I grinned, "Well if you are ever in the area feel free to drop in for a drink. We could maybe even go for a dip in the lake". Oh wow, was I hitting on him? Chatting him up? No, just asking him for a drink between two guys. So why did I mention going swimming and why was I imagining up skinny dipping together?
"Well, here's my number". Carlos said handing me a card, "my private number, and when I'm on private matters, I can take my shirt off, and more".
"So guys, whats up" Rachel said, breaking us from our conversation.
"Carlos was just saying that when we're ready to have the boxes collected I should call him and he'll come over" I lied. Why did I do that?
Rachel raised her eyebrows as Carlos blushed.
"Ok" she said in a disbelieving tone, "Well thanks again you guys, have a save trip home and thanks for everything. Come on you, we've got to think about food and getting beds ready".
With that we waved goodbye to the guys and went indoors.
Thanks for reading this far. This is my first ever attempt at writing something so any constructive or positive comments are greatly appreciated so feel free to email me. The next chapters aren't written yet, although I have a lot of the characters already planned out as well as where the story will go. Although this chapter only really introduced a few characters, the next ones will have more plus sex scenes of course.
Cheers Red.