Chapter 2- Construction Planning
"This is just awesome," commented Brad when he saw the view from our framed-out bedroom. "I can see straight out to the balcony of that one we're building straight behind yours... and when you guys had the landscapers plant that tree more over to the right from where they'd planned, this sight line opened up nicely... those folks can see right into your bed!
"Guys, take a look out these windows over here on the side," said Lily, pointing to the casement windows high on our side wall. That house next door is still just a frame as well, but if you'll modify the plans to add a full-size window on this side of their upstairs master- - right about 20 feet from the back wall, they'll be able to see right down onto our bed as well... stereo peepers!
"Done!" Brad announced excitedly, making some notes on a clipboard. "I've got another idea, if you guys are willing... I noticed from a balcony upstairs that one corner of your roof provides a look right down through the casement windows of the house on the other side. While they can't see into your room over here on this side, I could redesign the soffit area over there so we could wire it for closed-circuit TV. We could build in an unobtrusive one- - maybe even a low-light model- - up in that corner, then watch the feed from anywhere in the house. I've seen some outdoor flood-light fixtures that provide perfect camouflage for well-designed surveillance cameras. The same is true for the house straight behind yours. You provided a straight look from their second-floor master bedroom directly down onto your bed, but unless you go higher, you wouldn't be able see into their room very well- - especially at this angle. But, if we add a low-profile camera up under an eave, you'd get the same look at their bed as they have of yours- - fully viewable from any TV in your house! Furthermore, if we redesign your chimney, I'll bet we can hide some very sophisticated high-definition cameras that you can even slew around to look down on any number of scenes!" I could tell Brad was as excited about this as we were. That awesome VPL was showing down his left pantleg again... I think I even saw the beginnings of a small wet spot at the tip!
"We hadn't thought of cameras, had we, Trav," exclaimed Lily. "Maybe we need to relook at some other things with `surreptitious' cameras and clever look angles in mind.
"I've got another great idea, but it would require a fairly major re-design of this wing of your house and of course some buy-in from both you guys... and Frances," Brad added with some hesitation. "Why don't you two come over for dinner Friday and we'll discuss it more in depth'," said Brad with a twinkle in his eye- - his double entendre about depth' so close on the heels of Lily's overt flirting and his excitement about our new project had me wondering what he had in mind. A glance at his awesome bulge as he adjusted gave us some encouragement that- - at last- - we might get to see his dick this weekend! Definitely a wet spot forming in my undies if not his!
"We'll be there, won't we Trav?" Lily responded before we could even exchange glances... what has she gotten us into now, I wondered- - and hoped against hope!
That Friday evening, we walked into Brad and Frances' house for the first time; we were stunned at the sumptuous layout, expensive furnishings and top-of-the-line finishes. Huge Italian tile, sensuous fabrics and light woods created a clean, inviting warmth that belied the careful planning that went into creating this beautiful home.
"Wow!" was about all we could muster as we stared open-mouthed at the large entry that stepped down into a large living room and seamlessly spilled out into an outdoor area complete with pool and waterfall. It reminded me of the equally grand home in a neighboring town, where Lily and I spent many pleasant Sunday afternoons fucking a variety of people a couple of years ago- - at the invitation of the randy, oversexed couple that owned that house, that is. We'd met them at a `couples night' at the local porn theater. They'd invited us over and we became fast friends. But that's another story.
"Brad, did you build this beautiful house?" Lily asked after a few moments of silence.
"Actually, Frances and I built it together as a `spec' house before we were married, then moved in when we had trouble selling it during the real estate downturn... Frances actually did the whole interior herself.
We were standing in the proof that Brad was a world-class builder and Frances an accomplished interior designer. I knew that builders moved around a lot, especially in their early years, since designing and building homes sometimes didn't keep pace with the selling part. In order to be successful, they had to move on to other projects in order to grow. Temporarily occupying unsold but finished homes was par for the course as a builder.
"I can only hope that ours turns out this nice," I added. "I can't believe you had trouble selling this beauty."
"Well," replied Brad sheepishly, "we added some features to this home that made it rather unique- - I'll show you those later... ah, here's Frances now," he added as his stunning wife entered from what we later learned was the kitchen wing. She was wearing a well-filled, skimpy red bikini top and a filmy wrap over what I assumed was the bottoms. Her tits jiggled as she walked barefoot across the tiled floor- - she caught me ogling her breasts and just smiled.
"Hi, Lily... you too, Travis. It's been too long... how's the house coming?" asked Frances. "Brad says you've got some grand plans for the whole neighborhood," she said with a wink and a smile, while `air-kissing' cheeks with Lily. "I hope it turns out as nice as Brad makes it sound... come on into the living room and have a seat... can I get you all a drink?" I'd missed ogling Frances' awesome body when she was our realtor, but because we'd decided to build, we hadn't seen her in months.
Frances ushered us all into the sumptuously appointed parlor and went through the drink menu selections; I picked an Irish porter. While she was taking Lily's order, Brad caught my eye and gestured toward Frances' spectacular ass. Looking closer, I noticed the sheer wrap clung tightly to her magnificent bubble butt. Looking closer, it was pretty apparent that she had no bottoms on at all! Maybe it was the lighting, but I was almost able to make out tan lines on her bare cheeks- - I don't even think she had on a thong! Both Brad and I did a little adjusting. That awesome VPL was readily apparent in his thin shorts.
I followed Lily's gaze as Frances turned to Brad to take his drink order. She looked over at Frances' luscious derriere and her eyes grew big; she glanced at me when she realized how great that ass was in the sheer little wrap. I knew Lily was hankering for a feel of that magnificent butt flesh; I was also glad Lily decided on no bra tonight- - I watched her nipples harden and push against the thin fabric of her floral top. This was going to be one exciting evening- - VPL and hard nipples!
After serving us all, Frances took a seat on the large, stuffed ottoman in the center of the room, making herself the center of attention. Since we suspected she had no bottoms on beneath the wrap, it was a contest to see who could be first to get a peek up the short skirt to confirm her `commando' status. As she sipped her wine, I was mesmerized by the rather loose-fitting bikini top that gaped opened slightly each time she brought the glass to her lips, giving me a pretty good look at her full left breast. I thought I could even make out the outline of a brownish areola topped with a prominent, erect nipple deep in the shadows. She caught me more than once peering down her top- - again, she just smiled.
"Brad," Frances said rather abruptly, "why don't you show Lily the pool area while Travis and I finish setting the table... don't forget to show her the cabana while you're at it... we just finished decorating it and I think it turned out rather well!
When Frances rose from the ottoman, she deliberately did it in such a manner that Lily got a pretty long, straight look under the short skirt at her bare, shaved crotch. Lily told me later that her shaved cunt was obviously moist- - either from earlier activities- - or maybe in anticipation of things to come; I was hoping for the latter. I knew Lily appreciated the special `preview' just then.
I followed Frances into the kitchen, adjusting my randy, thickening dick as I walked behind her, staring at her spectacular little butt. Turning abruptly, she again caught me staring. Smiling once more, she said, "Here, Travis, take these plates to the table; we'll bring in the wine glasses later." She loaded my arms up with the heavy chargers, plates and saucers. Once my hands were full, she daringly reached down and cupped my bulging package through my thin shorts, no doubt feeling my semi-erect cock and swollen balls. "Maybe later we'll take care of this problem down here... ooh, that's a nice fat one; I can't wait to see him out in the open!
My reflex reaction was to pull away from Frances' bold caress of my cock and balls; when I did, I almost dropped the plates. Instinctively, I glanced out to the pool area to see if Lily and Brad were watching us. I couldn't see them anywhere and assumed they'd entered the cabana at the back of the pool deck.
"See, Travis, that's what all that ogling gets you... maybe if you keep your eyes from wandering all over me, I could better keep my hands off of you and your hardening penis here." I could tell she was joking, but her point was well taken. I couldn't wait to find out what she had planned for later.
She let go of my balls and followed me into the dining room but playfully cupped both of my butt cheeks as I walked out of the kitchen. "Such a nice firm ass," she murmured. In between taking plates from my hands and placing them around the table, she liberally touched and retouched my still-burgeoning boner and continued to cup my ass, delighting in my school-boy embarrassment at her antics.
"You know I'm just teasing, don't you Travis... it's just so cute to see your embarrassed reaction when I know you'd like to do the same to me, but you don't know if that'd be acceptable or not. Let me assure you that Brad doesn't care; I don't care; and I'm pretty sure from Lily's stares and actions, she doesn't care either- - see?" she said, gesturing at one of several TV monitors mounted in the backsplash of the gigantic island at the center of the kitchen. I hadn't noticed them before, but once my eyes adjusted to the faint tint of the covering glass panel, my eyes focused on the screens beneath.
There was a pretty clear picture of Brad with one hand buried fairly deep in Lily's blouse top while she rubbed up and down his protruding dick, which was pressed up against his hard, flat belly under his shirt. I don't know if she knew about the camera out by the cabana, but Brad was staring up and straight at us with a smile that showed his obvious pleasure at Lily's stroking his boner while he squeezed her fat tit and stared directly into the lens.
"See, I don't think Lily has a problem at all with me messing with your junk... or you with mine." With a flourish, Frances reached back and undid the bikini top, letting it fall to the countertop. Her breasts swung free and she took one in each hand, pinched both leathery stiff nipples and offered one to me. "Want a suck, Trav?
Did I ever!
As I squeezed her full breast with both hands and sucked that puckered nipple into my drooling mouth, I recalled a previous conversation Lily and I had about fooling around.' Frances was right- - neither of us had a problem sharing,' since the very beginning of our relationship. The rule was: as long as you tell the other one what happened- - if they're not around at that particular moment- - or invite them to participate if they are, anything goes.
I knew this was going to be one great dinner party!