Mattydale, New York is about as white middle class a populated area as you can find in America. It's a suburb of sorts of Syracuse in the fact that no one says you're from Mattydale unless you're in Syracuse. Otherwise if anyone asks, "I live in Syracuse". My wife RaeAnn and I live in a quiet little sub-division called Morningside Estates. It's not a gated community, but a chaperoned community. There is a guard house, but no gate, and you're asked to stop upon entering to ID yourself, but most guys who man the gate, know us and wave the regulars through. If you attempt to just run the gauntlet your license plate will be run and you'll get a visit from the guard. Not a big deal, but we pay common area fees monthly to get our lawns mowed, snow shoveled, and driveways plowed, and we get this thin veil of security.
There are 4 houses in our cul-de-sac and we are each couples without kids, at the moment. I would guess we were all hit by the dot-com bubble burst and are fairly successful survivors. My name is Judd Brock and after 11 years of marriage we can finally say we are "happy" with confidence. I say that because after 9 years we went through trial separation and counseling. It took a therapist for us to realize that our troubles and problems were all financially based. RaeAnn worked at a privately owned PT clinic and I was a sales rep for a medical software company. We met through work connections and after 9 years we had worked up quite a bit of debt and struggled to get our mortgage paid each month. I finally convinced my District Manager to let me apply for a software development position within the company. I was his best salesman, but I really, REALLY hated it. So instead of dogging medical offices throughout New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and New Hampshire, I drove to our campus in Solvay, not far from home. I became part of the 3 man team of dit-dot writers and we came up with a billing and patient tracking, insurance company matching, Medicare/Medicaid qualifying, software that was quickly becoming a national industry standard for 500 – 700 patient medical concerns. I came up with a mock up that I could bring anywhere to demonstrate and show how easy it worked. In 99% of situations our software ate doctors files and spit them into our new format making conversion so easy it was the easiest sell in the industry.
Suddenly my 40K sales job had become a 200K software developer's job getting a share of the profits on "our" software. The only downside was that I had to travel to sell the system, but only to hot or pre-sold leads AND I wasn't driving anymore. Now I was flying to scheduled appointments to sell 5-15 K of licensed software that we guaranteed would pay for itself in saved man hours over a pro-rated period of time depending how many patients you were serving.
Once financially secure, we got along great and realized the love we shared on our wedding day. RaeAnn still worked doing PT and with my breakthrough salary, we suddenly owed no one, paid down our mortgage quite a bit. Sex became a big part of our life again and we even talked about kids. RaeAnn was only 30 and still looked great. She did worry about what having a baby or two would do to her body but, it's hard to believe she couldn't wear it well. At 30 she still had a great ass, flat belly, and nice big REAL tits. Once RaeAnn showed up at a pool party in a bikini, any other women invited wore one piece suits until they got know her. She didn't flaunt her body, she just looked great no matter what she wore.
During the summer we often spent at least one day of the weekend with 2 or all 3 of the other couples in one of the backyards or in one of the 2 pools between us. We weren't BFF's, but good company to each other giving each of us a social outlet without having to drive off to the city. Mary and Mac were both mid twenties and married 3 or 4 years. Mary came from money and from the gossip around, her parents bought the house for them, or paid a significant part of it. Mac was a local sports high school hero who went to a community college and was a Phys Ed teacher, Mary worked for a brokerage. Mac was the typical jock, who played the role as often as he could. Mary was cute, but very plain. Of the 4 women in our group, she was the most popular, probably because she posed no threat to any of the other 3. Marnie and Tucker were both 30 and shared the same birthday. She was loud and brash with a dirty mouth who said things that always hinted she was coming on to you, but she was a tease. It was just her way. But, she had a great ass, blond hair, and although not blessed in the boobs department, was still a good looker. At a Morningside sponsored picnic she made suggestive comments to one fellow who took the liberty to reach over her from behind at a salad table, pressing himself into her short-short covered rear. She responded with a slap across his face and a loud reprimand. The way Tucker didn't get involved and acted like it didn't happen told you it wasn't the first time she had pushed the envelope and had it pushed back.
Finally Spencer and Gina rounded out our bunch. Spence was an insurance adjuster and appraiser, Gina was a School instructor, selling a troubled teen program around the country to different school districts. It seems Spencer found religion a few years into their marriage and Gina just wasn't as dedicated to it as Spence. He would often glare at her for taking a second or third drink and whisper protests to her. Once when the ladies had a bit too much to drink they were dancing on the deck and Spence made a big deal about "putting herself on display". Gina was pretty in her own way. Skinny, but not boney. She had a nice round butt, except her lack of hips took away from its attraction. She too was not well endowed breast-wise, but always showed great nipples through her bathing suits and tee's.
My Rae-Ann was the prize of the four, at least for me. She had great tits, just the right belly, and a nice full ass. We may have had problems with our marriage, but there was never a problem in the bedroom. Even after 11 years we were still good for 3 or 4 times a week, occasionally more. She would admit that she was made and put together for sex and could never get enough, and I had no problem with that. Now the cliques between the 8 of us were mixed. There were no groups of all guys or gals, and there was never a suspicion of any coveting or jealousy between us. RaeAnn, Mary, Spencer, Marnie, and I usually paired off, while Gina, Tucker and Mac were found together most of the time. However, RaeAnn and I usually slipped in and out of either group with little problem.
Spence usually complained about his wife drinking or the occasional joint that got passed around. The other thing that bugged him was her penchant for going braless among our bunch in just a tee or bikini top, even though it was usually how all the women dressed when we got together. However, according to Mary and Marnie, Spence's biggest problem with her getting high was that it made Gina amorous so when they got home she would "attack" him and try to coerce him into the sack for some randy play. Since he had found religion, he had become a darkened room on Saturday night type of lover. I chuckled and shook my head when I heard RaeAnn gossip like this, especially concerning Spence and Gina because the two of them interested me the least. While we did go to dinner or a movie with one of the other couples occasionally, we hadn't with those two. As a group of 4 couples we seemed to fit and get along, but if it were just them, Spence and Gina, I couldn't imagine a social relationship, although RaeAnn said Gina seemed nice, Spence had just taken the religion thing beyond his own space. We go to church every Sunday and I'm not sure if any of them know what our religion is, and frankly it's none of their business, nor is theirs mine. Religion is a private and personal choice. If I had no religion and a person wanted to recruit me, fine, ... but not until I ask. I don't get all of the hate in the world over of religion.
It was the weekend after the Fourth of July and after a neighborhood party with fireworks we all had to go to work the next day before the weekend. Saturday morning when I made the trudge out to get the morning paper I saw Mac doing the same thing. "Hey neighbor," He said, "Do you realize we all volunteered to help Tucker and Marnie power-wash their deck today?" "Shit, I hoped they might have forgotten that." I chuckled. "Nah, they're always the first to help any of us out so we should all go. They got lobsters for afterwards and a half keg of Harp's. I'm barely recovered from the Fourth, but I can sleep all day on Sunday." Mac said with a laugh. "What time?" I wondered. "He needs us to start getting their furniture off the deck around 11. They bought that heavy stuff you can't just fold up."
"OK, I'll see you over there." I said through the morning mist as I headed back into the house. As I walked in the door I heard RaeAnn complain, "Ugh! I got my period last night. It's going to be hot today and I wanted to wear my new teeni- bikini washing their deck. We'll do ours the weekend before Labor Day. Marnie reserved it for us when they reserved theirs last night." "Just wear a red bikini." I said as I sat down with the paper in front of my coffee.
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