Welcome To Florida

The brakes of the moving van screeched as my foot softly pressed down on the pedal. My wife squeezed my hand, looking at me with wide, shimmering eyes as her mouth twisted ascu. Her nervous energy was endearing as we had planned this move for almost two years and we had finally been able to do it. My lungs softly inhaled filling my lungs to capacity before air escaped through my nose and mouth. My heartbeat slowed and the anxiety trickled out of me dissipating into the empty spaces around us.

I pulled the handle and heard the door release click free. Pushing the door open the cabin was flooded with warm light coating the beads of sweat that had collected on my forehead. The heat felt heavy, coating my skin like a sloppily applied layer of suntan lotion. Dropping from the cabin I flung my arm, rotating to close the door as I pivoted to face the rear of the vehicle.

My eyes scanned the neighborhood; perfectly trimmed bushes, lawns cut revealing neat parallel lines across its length, flowerbeds full of colorful blooms and cars shimmering from fresh washes. As I looked around I grimaced at the sight, *We don’t belong here,* I thought stating the obvious.

My fingers fumbled the lock as my left and right hand were not on the same page. I exchanged moments to stretch my fingers and crack my knuckles before retrying the simple task. The lock rattled open and the door softly lifted a few inches up to an eventual stop. Angling my fingers underneath the rubber fittings I lifted the door and extended my arms up pushing the door completely open. The door rode the slides as the pulley whistles loudly screaming for WD-40.

The van was loaded from front to back, furniture wrapped in plastic and marked boxes littering the large space. I pulled a few boxes down and turned, abruptly seeing a large, white smile surrounded by bright red lipstick in front of me. I muffled my astonishment and my eyes slimmed, adjusting to the sunshine and glare coming from the diamonds adorning her neck. “*C-can* I help you ma’am?”

Shifting my body weight from my right foot my hands shuffled holding onto the boxes. The low point was reached when I wiped my forehead on the box sitting on top of the pile in my arms. I didn’t have time to talk but knew now wasn’t the time to be rude or give a poor first impression. “Hi dear, my name is Donna. We’re so happy you’re moving in…never thought you would make it!”

My back bent slightly as she had more positive energy than I could handle at that time. Creating space that was uncomfortable to hold between us I nodded causing the contents of the boxes to shuffle audibly. “Yes it did take us a bit but we eventually decided to buy the house and make the move here.”

“That’s great! I added your lovely wife on Snap and IG, she’s such a doll! Lemme go catch her real quick!”

The clatter of her heels disappeared around the van and into the house. “What the fuck…,” I muttered under my breath.

Turning back to the house I walked in, feeling the beads of sweat racing each other down my face. A high pitched, jovial energy could be heard coming from a muffled voice inside. The driveway wasn’t long and thusly not a lot of effort to make it inside with the box allowing the noise to grow in volume. “Your family is just too cute

The house was a relief as I was hit with a wall of A/C and shelter from the humidity. My wife stood at the table as Donna talked to her waving her arms as her hair bobbed around behind her. As her voice rung in the air my wife twisted her face, wincing slightly at her shrill sound. If it wasn’t for her voice she wouldn’t have been bad company.

Her skin was a beautiful bronze, having been kissed by the sun for extended periods of time. Blonde hair sat in wavy curls resting just below her shoulders with soft clusters of freckles nestled across her exposed skin. She had a bubbly personality and was very pretty, her forward approach had caught us off guard for sure.

As I proceeded my wife darted her eyes to me, a deep caramel brown swirling with confusion and looking for an escape. Donna correctly noticed and turned around, her hair flowing behind and brushing against my wife’s face. “There you are! Come here…your wife and I were getting to know one another and we’re going to have a date night!”

Holding the boxes with confusion I looked at her, “Eh, I don’t know-.”

“O, stop it! I won’t take no for an answer. My husband and I will happily host as you get things together and we’ll see you tonight. Bring a swimsuit,” she announced with a smile. “I can’t wait to see what two piece you brought to Florida!”

She waved, flickering her fingers parallel to the floor at my wife as my wife’s face distorted with more confusion. Her heels clicked against the floors before she disappeared on the other side of the door and it slowly closed. I placed the box on the counter and we instinctively walked to the window trying to grasp what had just happened. The sun was bathing Donna as she confidently walked up the driveway, her shoulders back showing off her impressive bust while her hips swayed side to side. Her head turned slightly looking behind her and a wave of embarrassment overcame us as we had been caught watching her.

My wife covered her mouth as she gasped, standing straight to hopefully avoid being in the line of sight from the window. I watched my wife and noticed an intriguing reaction: her nipples had become hard and could be seen through her shirt. Obviously staring she looked down and slapped my shoulder, “What are you doing babe?”

“Looking forward to seeing Donna in whatever bathing suit she wears tonight? Maybe her birthday suit?”

My wife slapped my shoulder again, leaving the room and returning to unpacking. I took one more look to see where Donna was and we made eye contact, a soft wink at me followed her turning back to face her house and continue walking.

Seconds passed and I snapped out of the trance I was in. Returning to the kitchen my wife looked up as she heard me enter, her eyes looking up at me with a desire that she had hidden from so many others. I knew she was bisexual and having had a few experiences with women previously she had no desire to stop exploring. Growing up in the Bible Belt neither of us had nurturing households where sexual exploration was discussed let alone nurtured to make it a healthy topic to discuss.

Her face was a soft pink, small strands of hair had become loose from her ponytail and whimsically swayed with her motion. Walking to her I stood quietly and listened to her breathing, soft inhales and slow, calculated exhales. Feeling my presence she looked up, an innocence had spread across her face as lust burned in her eyes. “My baby wants Donna to fuck her…*doesn’t she?*”

I watched her ponytail begin to move forward, her head nodding yes to me. Her chest began to heave more as lust built up inside of her. “Get up,” I ordered her, placing my hands underneath her arms. “Walk to the window we last saw Donna out of and get on your knees.”

As if she had been caught, she reluctantly walked to the window and looked out of it. Light illuminated the space showing off the beads of sweat that had been collecting across her. I reached forward and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down over her wide hips and round ass. With one last tug she shuddered at the forcefulness and waited for further instruction. “I’m going next door and will invite Donna outside to talk. While I’m talking you’re going to watch, watch her and admire her while your body cannot resist but to orgasm to her. When you orgasm, say her name out loud. Clear?”

Nodding and kneeling down at the windowsill she positioned her hand between her thighs and rested her fingers against herself. I turned and walked out of the room through the kitchen and outside. The environment was different and would be a lot to get used to, the A/C inside versus the insufferable heat and humidity outside. After a brisk walk across the street I walked to Donna’s house: a nice baby blue house with white trim and a few plants decorating the porch. I knocked and quickly Donna appeared, her quintessential grin spreading across her face. “Do you mind talking with me for a second, I wanted your expertise on the best way to landscape and maybe decorate our house.”

Walking down the steps she obliged, “Yes of course! That’s so sweet to ask me.”

As her lips opened to begin sharing ideas she entered into the sun and I knew my wife could see her from across the road. Her white tank top clung to her skin, a black bikini top with visible white flowers adorning it was visible through the thin material. She wasn’t thin but had a large rear and thighs that protruded from the the Jean shorts she had on. Her outfit did everything she wanted to it to do on my opinion and her confidence was well deserved. “What do think,” I heard her ask me.

Frantic I realized I had been staring at her without paying any attention. “U-um I think there are plenty of opportunities to try things out. What about the flowers you have over there?”

I pointed to a collection of bright colored flowers and succulents she had planted skin a small flower bed. Turning and taking a step she bent over, revealing the true size and idea POV both my wife and I wanted this whole time. “These flowers are beautiful and so easy to take care of…I’ll come by later and this weekend maybe we can go to the store and buy some. Sound good?”

As she smiled at me I wanted her to know how captivating she was to us. I didn’t feel comfortable or know how to share that information with anyone let alone her. As we looked at each other the silence wa broken when we both heard, “**DONNA**-*DON*_*NA*!”

I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar as Donna immediately looked behind me. “Is…is your wife calling for me?”

“Let me go check on her,” I smiled and turned around as excitement built up inside of me.