Chapter 1

My wife and I had just moved into our new house. Having just moved to Portland from the East Coast we knew no one, and were anxious to meet our neighbors. The neighborhood we chose was in a suburb just west of the city. It was a small, tight group of houses with only one way in and out. There was a main entry which went in a loop and then eight cul-de-sacs that had a total of 60 houses. The cul-de-sacs backed up to each other so this meant the every house had houses behind and to both sides.

Land is expensive in Portland so house lots are very small; every house was only eight or ten feet from the other on the side, and maybe 100 feet on the back. This meant that it was very easy to see and hear the neighbors. The house we bought had a well landscaped yard plus a small swimming pool and hot tub in the back. My wife and I were busy unpacking the mound of boxes the movers had left us when we heard a knock at our door.

We answered the door and were met by a striking couple. The man was tall, at least six foot three inches with blonde hair, and in great shape. He was built like an NFL running back, muscular and handsome. The woman was also tall, at least five foot, ten inches, blonde hair, long legs and a huge pair of tits. These two were Barbie and Ken come to life.

I am about six feet tall, dark hair, slim, I like to run a lot so I have that type of body. My wife is about five feet four inches tall, reddish brown hair with nice legs and small breasts. I don't worry much about her chest, I still discretely ogle other women plenty, but she obsesses about her small breasts. I realized this new woman was going to have one strike against her right out of the chute.

"Hi, I'm Tom and this is my wife Jeri," said the man as soon as I opened the door. "We live right next door to you. We thought we would come over and introduce ourselves since you have just moved in."

I answered, "I'm Steve and this is my wife Lisa. We just moved here from Indiana."

"Indiana? That is a long ways," said Tom. "Why did you come so far?"

I proceeded to tell the story of how I had left the company I was working for and started my own company, but because of non-compete issues had to move to the west coast. I told him the story on auto-pilot as I had told the story many times before. I was concentrating on starring at his wife's big tits. Well trying not to stare anyway.

Jeri and Lisa had moved a little to the side and were chatting about household stuff, curtains, furniture and crap like that. Jeri was wearing a white tank top and red shorts. The summer heat was in full swing, and while Portland is mild most of the time it was over 85 degrees today. The tank top barely covered her huge mounds, the full round tops and a lot of cleavage were visible. I was stealing glances to see if I could see her nipples through the thin fabric and I swear I could just make out the faint outline of her aureole, and see the point of her nipple.

I realized that Tom was asking me a question and I came back down to earth. "Umm, yes we would love to have dinner with you guys next Saturday night," I answered him after getting a non-verbal OK from Lisa.

"Great," he said. "We will have you over for a BBQ at our place; invite some of the other neighbors in so you can meet them too. Come on Jeri we better let them get back to unpacking. You can gab about stuff on Saturday night."

We said our goodbyes and they were gone. "Well they seemed like nice people I ventured."

"She was OK, but I don't see why women have to show off their boobs like that."

"Really, I didn't notice that much," I lied.

"Oh come on. Your eyes practically popped out of your head. I thought you were going to get a magnifying glass out so you could really give her a good looking over."

I had been caught red handed. "Damn, I didn't mean to be so obvious. That won't make a very good first impression will it?"

I wouldn't worry my wife answered. "She wouldn't show it if she did not want you to look."

I came up behind her and cupped her small apple sized breast through the T-shirt she was wearing. "You know I like you just the way you are. I like the way you moan when I pinch your nipples, and I don't care how big you are."

She squirmed away from my grasp, "Oh no you don't big boy. You don't get any until we get done here."

I was exhausted eight hours later when my slave driving wife finally said we could call it quits for the day. We had unpacked almost everything, and I finally collapsed on the newly moved couch in the family room and said, "That's it I am not going to do one more thing. I don't care if you divorce me."

"All right don't," she said. "It will just leave more to do tomorrow."