Next Door

By Robert Wolf

© 2025, All Rights Reserved.

Preface

My stories, including this one, involve the establishment of highly sexual environments and the participation by more than just a few people, especially women in the protagonist’s sex and love life.

This is fiction, but based on experience, research, and fantasy. I don’t distinguish between them in my writing. There are many ‘usual’ tropes in erotic writing that appear. If you don’t like one, wait for the next one to roll by.

Sexual situations in this novel are sometimes explicit and other times merely referenced in some way, such as in a conversation. Those explicit passages, although unmarked, can usually be skipped over by the reader. I have had comments about my stories from fans that there is too much sex and that there is not enough. Thus, what I end up writing is what strikes me at that moment.

Last, I am a proponent of polyamorous relationships and lived in one for many years. Thus, I write from that perspective in various parts of my stories.

Enjoy.

RW

Chapter 1 - The House

“Now for Phase 2 of our marriage,” Ally leaned closer, tone light, letting the moment breath. “We’re so lucky thanks to you.” She hugged me and kissed my neck.

I wondered what ‘Phase 2’ meant; she’d used the term before. I presumed that she meant our living in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood on a nice and quiet cul-de-sac, instead of ‘the pit’ of an apartment we’d lived in while we scrimped and saved for this day. Knowing Ally, however, there was more to her statement. Either she’d tell me, or I’d get enough clues to figure it out. She could be intentionally cryptic at times.

Ally was my primary change agent. She picked me, married me, and then supported me and my crazy ideas while we lived in ‘the pit’ and had starter jobs in technology. When we suddenly got an influx of money, it was her instant decision to relocate. I then felt I was along for the ride, but it was an enjoyable ride. I worried that I might not be assertive enough for her.

Ally sometimes behaved like a caged animal in ‘the pit’. She’d seem restless, and definitely wanted to break-out in some way. She admitted that it wasn’t only to have a better home. She wanted a circle of friends and a way of life different from how we’d been living. She sometimes used the words ‘dramatically different’. She couldn’t articulate what it would be like; nor could I to her satisfaction. I prayed that her future and different life would continue to include me. She was my anchor and north star.

For us, the house carried a ‘new home aroma’, and even better it was paid for. The house was twenty-years-old and had been recently renovated to our plans in a major way before we moved in.

I argued, “You helped make it happen, too. You have a lot of money in this, and more importantly, without your support and encouragement, I would have given up developing the apps and we’d still be in that crappy apartment.”

My life turned awesome only a year earlier, when Google ‘discovered’ me. They offered to buy three apps that I’d created for what turned out to be a cool $1 million after taxes. Ally and I had used what we’d saved and a little over half of the million to buy and renovate the two-story home. Our modernization projects had taken three intense months.

Ally hid a grin behind the rim of her wine glass as her eyes flicked to me. “I thought of a cutesy name for the house - ‘Hundred Acre Woods’ - like where Pooh, Piglet, and the others lived.” She laughed at her own whimsy and hugged me tighter. We were actively in love with each other. I was devoted to her. We were always hugging and kissing after five years of marriage.

I chuckled and kissed her forehead, “The entire lot is only an acre, and there’s no forest on it - one copse of palms and mangroves in the back. We sacrificed forest for a view of the water and a large backyard.”

Ally poked playfully at my side and scolded, “Don’t be literal. I love it. By the end of today we’ll have some more furniture to put in it.” We were waiting for two delivery trucks from different stores with more basic furniture to round-out what we already had and had moved from the apartment.

I pulled away slightly and reacted to her tone of voice, “Hey, we have a bedroom set, a TV, and a living room sofa, plus the kitchen stuff. We got to sleep here for the first-time last night - and make love in the new place.”

She squeezed me to her and teased, “Loved it, except my moans and noises echoed around the house because there are no rugs, lamps, end tables, art work, chairs, dining tables, etcetera, etcetera to stop the sound from bouncing around, at least until our deliveries start.”

I peeked up the street hoping to see a truck coming. “That stuff will be here soon - only a few hours to go.” We’d gone on buying binge after the closing and got realistic time estimates from our contractors so we had a solid move-in date. Our purchases were within our new budget, too. I was careful about not spending ourselves into trouble.

I was more cautious with money and other parts of our marriage than Ally, at least I thought so. That said, she could talk me into about anything. I worried sometimes that I wasn’t forceful or strong enough to resist her arguments and logic. Things were going well, so it was easy to give in. Happy wife; happy life.

I felt proud of the property that we’d bought at only age twenty-seven. Ally and I were the same age, and had been married for five years after being together for most of college. We’d married right after graduation against the softened advice of both sets of parents who wanted us to wait until we were little older and in a better financial situation. The two of us were in love and certain about a long future together. I was optimistic about building and selling my cellphone apps, and that turned out much better than expected. I had ideas for more apps, plus bells and whistles on the ones that I’d recently sold.

We’d initially been dirt poor with student loans and credit card debt. We were living from week-to-week on our paychecks. What we lacked in money, we made up for with love and desire for one another. We were committed to each other, to our relationship, and strongly committed to the lustful side of our marriage. A day without lovemaking was rare in our relationship.

To help support us in what I started calling our ‘lean years’. Ally worked full-time, and I worked about thirty-hours a week for the Geek Patrol. The Top Tech retail store sponsoring GP would get customer calls for help, and send smart geeks like me out to help them resolve their problem, set-up new tech equipment and computer gear, and build customer loyalty. Subscribing members to Geek Patrol got discounts and usually faster service.

I was good at the customer service work and busy, and I still had time to develop some of my own applications for cellphones and tablets, and put them up for sale on key Internet and cellular sites. I was starting to make money off them as a third-party developer when my apps were ‘discovered’ by a super power, and I got an offer to buy some of them.

Ally had a tech-based job, but one requiring more interesting dealings with people. She was with a large company, Taymore Systems, Inc., building online logistics and resource management software. The company ran a consulting and logistics management practice as a separate service to industry.

Ally worked on the human interfaces of the systems, page by page, and dealt with individuals and focus groups about their interactions with the online software. She did customer training on the newest versions of their systems, especially since many of the front-ends were her design. She’d earned more money than I did; at least she did up until the purchase of my apps.

I had approached buying our first home in an analytical fashion, much the way that I worked. We created a spec sheet before we contacted a realtor. We both liked to cook; thus, a great kitchen with eat-in space was required. We both wanted a pool with a large patio. While we jogged almost every day, we wanted a single-purpose room for an in-home gym. We each wanted our own home office. We needed guest rooms and eventually a nursery. We preferred a large master bedroom on the ground floor.

We had plans to entertain, hence the house needed a layout conducive to parties, as well as more formal dinners. Ally and I were friendly and sociable, and always liked meeting and interacting with new people. We hoped that we’d have some great neighbors who we could socialize with. The apartment complex we’d been living in didn’t invite that. We’d lived next door to a couple that we saw four times over the five years that we lived there; we never knew their first names - only their last name from the mailbox slot for them.

The plan for children made us favor certain towns and communities near ‘good’ school systems. Commuting distance for Ally was a consideration since my Geek Patrol work took me all over the map. Neither of us wanted to do gardening work; we needed low-maintenance, landscaping. We hoped for a water view of some kind and maybe a dock for the boat we might get someday.

The first night in the house, we consummated our marriage yet again, as well as christened the renovated kitchen of the new house with our lovemaking. We were having fun, and almost as horny as we were years earlier when we first met on campus and hooked-up on our second date.

Ally was the daring one of the two of us, and had exhibitionist tendencies. She could be a great voyeur, too. Thus, she had decided that after the new furniture had arrived, that we’d christen each of the rooms on a rotation until we’d done them all, and then start again and again. She included the outdoor patio in that rotation.

We were always aroused by each other. We had ‘chemistry’ and were ‘hot’. We loved each other’s looks, feel, and brains. She amazed me in how she thought and what she could remember about anything that crossed her path. Ally was my best friend; she felt likewise about me. We never lacked for conversation topics. We were savvy enough about each other’s work that we could discuss the details of what we did.

Based on reading and the gripes that I heard from other guys my age, we were well ahead of the game in the sex department. Some weeks we made love every day and at least double that on weekends, but more typically five or six times a week. Ally rated herself as nearly insatiable. I agreed, but was right there with her.

One goofy thing about the two of us, was that we both frequently looked at each other with lovey-dovey grins and lurid thoughts on a nearly constant basis. Those looks turned us on. I loved Ally with all my heart, and I knew that she loved me with the same intensity. Our lovemaking reflected that intensity.

When we were out, for instance at dinner, we’d point out especially pretty or handsome people to each other and tease about that person’s ‘lust factor’ - asking how they rated as a potential sex partner or dinner guest. The evaluation criteria varied, but many of the categories were sexual in some way. The game was in good fun and often honed our descriptive abilities about each other.

Ally got teased by her mother about how her presence when I was around obviously kept us from fucking each other’s brains out. I was horrified that my thoughts about my wife were transparent to her mother. I wondered whether my parents could see the same reactions and looks between us.

The first Friday in June, we got our deliveries of furniture and furnishings that we’d bought for the new house. We spent the day unpacking various boxes that had come from our apartment and from a storage space we’d been renting since we started dating. Had the delivery men not been present setting up beds, sofas, tables, and such in various rooms, we would have ‘christened’ more rooms and some of the new furniture. When the deliveries and moving company were finally gone about five o’clock, we were all over each other. We’d both worked up a head of unrequited lust for each other.

I didn’t bother to lock the doors. We blessed the new media room sofas with our before-dinner lovemaking session, leaving a path of clothing that we removed from each other between the front door and the windowless room with the immense television screen. Ally commented that we could watch ‘life-size’ movies. She urged, “Put on some porn. Let’s have some inspiration.”

I’d already streamed videos from my iPhone to the new television. I knew what kinky stuff Ally liked and which porn stars. I guessed about which genre to select. I put on one where two men were spit roasting a young innocent girl that looked like Ally. I called that similarity to her attention. In seconds, the TV showed the start of a steamy MMF fuck scene, as Ally and I returned to making out on the recliner sofa that had arrived at the house and been set up earlier that day.

I read Ally’s mood accurately. She wanted me to be a little rough - hard and fast, and that’s what I started with, always being sensitive to her in case I got it wrong. We weren’t into anything seriously sadist or masochistic, but an occasional slap or controlling action was nice when the mood was right.

Ally was on the edge. When I fingered her and then snapped a fingertip at her clit, she rocketed right into her first orgasm. I noted how wet and odiferous she was, too. She’d been thinking about doing something sexual for more than the last few minutes. Soon, I had her odor and taste covering my face and in my hair. She was delicious every time I went down on her.

I worked my way up her body, pausing to admire and suck on each nipple until I had two white hot nubs of steel ready to etch into my chest when we coupled. Ally had generous breasts with large areola. When she wanted attention, she could wear the right top, go braless, show some cleavage, and then have males worshipping at her feet. I worshipped her, too.

We rained down kisses on each other. During her blowjob, I fucked her mouth with more energy than usual, eliciting a gag reflex or two. When we started intercourse, I splayed out her whole body and pushed her legs back to her shoulders. I slid into her like a hot knife gliding into warm butter. She was more than ready. The following kisses would leave our lips tingling and sore for a couple of hours.

I pounded her for a bit, but I needed relief, too. She’d had a second orgasm when I slid my cock into her. I pulled away from an intense kiss and asked a simple question that she was used to; “Where?”

She was panting in our heated exchange, but eagerly responded, “Face.” Ah, she was in a kinky mood today.

Not quite two minutes later, I jerked my shaft from inside her body, producing a third orgasmic reaction, and as Ally looked up, she closed her eyes, I pasted my seed across her face, neck, upper body and her generous breasts. She was making little humming sounds of pleasure.

I had a massive wave of pleasure with my ejaculation. Ally leaned forward and brought me more pleasure and almost pain; she took my rod back in her mouth and sucked out the few drops remaining after my pulses had ceased. She was intense and knew how far to push my limits. God, she was fucking sexy, and an expert when it came to lovemaking. She told me that I was no slouch in that department either, although I sometimes worried whether I was enough for my super-sexed wife.

I collapsed beside her. We both whispered love words and kissed some more.

Clean-up for the two of us consisted of a sixty-second dip in our new pool in the nude. I’d made sure the pool was ready for use on the day we closed on the house. The sun had been out and the water was warm, probably around eighty degrees. With the renovations being done, we had come to the house to check on progress and then swim in ‘our’ pool.

We ate out at a nearby restaurant. Ally barely dressed, a condition I enjoyed and encouraged. She’d pulled her damp blonde hair back in a long ponytail. She knew that I liked seeing her exhibit herself to the general population provided she didn’t reveal so much that she got arrested. She was enough of an exhibitionist that she usually catered to my fetish. I teased her about how everyone in the place could see that she had that ‘just-fucked’ look. That earned me a playful punch in my ribs as she reminded me in an equally playful tone that I had the same look.

We learned about a few more of the local restaurants in Dillon, Florida, since the restaurant we chose was mixed in with a half-dozen others nearby. The place was called Gecko’s, and had a menu with over a dozen savory things that I liked. The prices were reasonable; I resolved to come back often, plus they weren’t too far from our new home, Taymore Systems - where Ally worked, or the Top Tech store that was the local base for Geek Patrol.

Driving home, I made a complete circuit of the small ‘island’ in the center of the cul-de-sac circle that was ringed by our house and six others. Amazingly, the half-acre area was landscaped with a dozen large palms, nice shrubbery, and mowed grass. Each of the homes looked out on the ‘island’. I wondered if there was some kind of HOA that I didn’t know about that took care of that. The small circle of land was like a tiny park and made the homes, including ours, around the outer edge of the circle look better.

Partway around the circle I noted that a woman was in her front yard in the house next to ours picking at some of her flowers near her house. She was in a bikini bra that struggled to contain her breasts, and athletic shorts. If this was our neighbor, I was going to be doing a lot of gawking.

Ally noticed my focus, looked over at the exceptional woman, and chuckled in glee. She teased, “Oh, boy, yet another way for you to get in trouble.”

Ally leaned past me to see the neighbor as I pulled into our driveway. She continued in devilish tone, “Then again, maybe I’ll be the one that gets in trouble. That woman is … hot. Maybe we should both do her.” For some reason I thought of Ally’s comments about being restless and needing some kind of dramatic change in her life as part of what she called Phase 2.

I girded myself and asked, “Hey, you’ve used those words - ‘Phase 2’ - several times over the past couple of months, since I sold my apps. What do you mean and what was Phase 1?”

Ally chuckled, “Phase 1 has been the two of us getting together, getting stabilized in our relationship and marriage, solidifying our jobs and economic status, and learning about each other and how to live together, and suffering in our first living situation in ‘The Pit’. We created a great comfort zone for ourselves. I figure that took about seven years, but maybe it’s time for the ‘Seven Year Itch’ to start.

“This is where Phase 2 starts, in part because we’re in a new home and new neighborhood. We’ll be meeting new friends. We need to interact with others more, become more adventurous, and extend our love and caring to others. We need to get out of our comfort zone and take risks. We need to get more curious about each other and about life. We find new friends and get daring. We soar. We are each other’s anchors and safety nets, and the place where we can retreat if something doesn’t work out, but from here on, it’s onward and upward.”

I tried to keep a neutral expression because I knew Ally was watching me. I nodded, but internally I was doing a colossal eyeroll. When my wife got a bee in her bonnet about something, she became intense and driven to see it through to completion. This was her strength as well as her weakness.

I stopped the car in front of the garage as the door rolled up. I looked at Ally, and she had an eager grin as she looked over at me. She was psyched up about what she’d just said. I wondered whether I should be worried, or more ‘how’ worried I should be.

I said, “I guess that I’m along for the ride on your merry-go-round, but please keep our relationship and marriage intact.” I sighed, “I love you. Be gentle with me.”

I took a parting glance at our sexy neighbor and pulled into ‘our’ garage for the first time and savored having an indoor parking space out of the Florida sun. The other bay of the garage was still full of boxes with some of our possessions and many books. Ally’s car was outside for the night, but I’d fix that the next day moving the boxes inside the main house. I’d program the remote in her car for the garage door, too.

We planned to empty two more boxes each before heading off to bed. There were only about another hundred boxes yet to be unpacked at that point.

An hour later, when I went to see how Ally was doing with the books in her office, I found her working, plus naked and horny again. That situation resulted in us christening her new office desk with some lovemaking before taking a late naked swim in our great pool, rinsing off the chlorinated water at our ‘new’ outdoor temperature-controlled shower, repeating our lovemaking on one of the ‘new’ patio chaises, rinsing off again, and then going to bed after a lot more kisses and words of love. Moving into a new house sure made us both horny.

Sunday morning, we unpacked more boxes. We had a growing pile of collapsed cardboard boxes in one corner of the living room, too.

I made sure that Ally’s and my home-office technology was up and running at full speed, and started sorting out my own office bookcases and files. When I came back to my office/den after coping with some empty boxes, I found that Ally had changed my screen saver to changing sequence of some highly explicit X-rated pictures of a handsome couple fucking in various positions.

Ally had followed me and stood naked at my doorway making lewd twerking moves with her hips. She wanted to see my reaction to her computer work. When she undulated her body, her breasts shimmied and shook, and sent an unmistakable message to me about lovemaking.

I loved the change from the swimming fish that had been my default screen saver. I loved my young wife and the porn that she’d selected, so we christened my new office, with her positioned atop my new desk as I plowed into her until we had both orgasmed. The next steps were to go downstairs for another skinny-dip swim in our pool and a rinse to clean-up. We cuddled up on one of the chaises as we enjoyed our afterglows. I found it fun to be outdoors in the bright sunshine in the nude, and I knew for sure that Ally did. We were both mischievous and wanted to be daring.

Ally put on a nearly microscopic bikini after our morning romp and swim. Her purpose was pretty obvious: intense flirting with me over the afternoon, a desire to make me hornier than I already was, and the communication of her obvious desire to have me fondle all parts of her nearly naked body. I’d have to prepare myself for another lovely evening of lovemaking and sex with her around the house. I liked her thinking. I slipped on some athletic shorts. Life was tough.

Ally’s bathing suit was one I bought her as a tease for our honeymoon because there was so little to it. Back then, she refused to wear the two-piece bikini in public because it was exceptionally revealing when dry and got transparent when wet. Another obvious reason for her earlier rejection was that her pendulous tear-drop breasts threatened to break out of the tiny bra at any instant. In any case, they were easily accessible and just what I wanted nearby.

We had an early lunch in our shiny ‘new’ kitchen. After Ally was seated, I did come up behind her and run my hands from her shoulders, over her chest, and inside of the thin bathing suit bra to encompass her two sweet breasts. I earned an upturned head and a sweet kiss with a lot of tongue.

Ally panted slightly in sexual arousal, “You can play with my boobs anytime you want. I love it when you pay me attention like this. I love you.”

During that short adventure, I’d felt both nipples harden into rigid little nubbins, the kind that I like to suck on. I weighed starting something then, versus waiting and doing something around dinner time. I remained spent from our morning fuck; thus, I reluctantly abandoned the idea of a nooner, but I was still horny. I knew my limitations.

The doorbell suddenly started chiming as though it were rivaling Big Ben in London. I’d never heard it ring before and the august chimes caught me off-guard. How regal. I looked at Ally and she shrugged to indicate she wasn’t expecting anyone. I headed towards the front door, and she followed, but not before she shimmied her breasts at me in that risqué bikini.

Ally cheerfully guessed as we both headed to the front door, “Hey, maybe it’s Welcome Wagon.”

Chapter 2 - Cookies

I opened our majestic front door to discover a lone female with a smile about a mile wide. I broke into a joyful grin when I realized our visitor was the ‘hot’ female pixie-like neighbor that we’d spotted outside in her yard the previous evening.

“Hi, I’m KC, your next-door neighbor in number six,” she jerked her head in the direction of her house. As she did her breasts started a tidal wave of attention as they shook and jiggled. While the ripples continued her smiled brightened up the whole planet.

She continued, “I’m here to welcome you to the neighborhood and to offer my help in unpacking, cleaning, or things like that. I fixed you some home baked cookies, too.”

I leaned forward showing my own welcoming vibes. Using both hands, KC thrust forward a white plate piled high with chocolate chip cookies - my favorite. “These are for you. They’re fresh out of the oven and still warm.” The waft of cookie odor reached my nostrils and added yet another sense to her presence.

She made an obvious scan of my body from my toes to my head, and added, “And you make me warm, too - and I mean all over. You’re hot. I feel great chemistry with you, and that’s after only ten seconds. Wow!” I liked people that flirted with me only seconds after meeting.

I ignored the blatant statement and invited her in. My scan of her sweet body left nothing to be desired; she was beautiful and worthy. I felt my heart beating faster and my attention being drawn completely to ‘KC’.

KC was ‘hot’ - and I was seeing her up close. She was my fantasy pixie - small, cute as I could imagine, and stacked. I mentally tapped myself on the side of the head with a hammer to remind myself that I was in love with and married to an equally well-equipped woman. I could look but not touch.

I heard from behind, “Hi, I’m Ally - Doug’s wife.” She sounded friendly and light, but I bet that she’d heard the ‘hot’ remark by our neighbor. “Come in. Come in.” My spouse was acting as Miss Congeniality. Someone overtly flirting with me apparently didn’t bother her. I turned so that Ally and I were more a couple inviting the fly into our spider web.

There was instant chatter between us with names, introductions, our relocation, and more. KC didn’t seem embarrassed with our neighbor seeing her in the ultra-brief bikini she wore. I guessed that she was dealing with the situation as it presented itself. Ally immediately made polite excuses for the cluttered and unkempt appearance of the entire house. There were still unopened boxes, loose packing paper, cardboard, and clutter everywhere you looked. At least, we’d cleared off space to sit on the sofas and two chairs in the living room. The three of us took up seats amid chatter about where we were moving from.

KC held her hand up, “Stop apologizing. I saw the moving van here yesterday and the furniture trucks, consequently I can guess what stage you’ll be in for another month or more. I’m not a ‘neatnik’ myself. Some mess is good in my book. It means you’re human and likeable. I already felt positive vibes from this house as your moved in. It was empty for a long time and then you did those renovations. I gave myself a tour a week when your contractor was finishing up some of their work.”

As she made the ‘positive vibes’ comment, KC looked back at me with lascivious hunger in her eyes. I hoped this woman wasn’t going to be a stalker. On the other hand, I liked extra-marital adoration.

Ally switched to thanking her for the cookies. I helped myself to a second one - had to eat some of them while they were still warm.

While the idle chatter was going on, I sized up KC more thoroughly than she’d seemed to evaluate me earlier. She warmed my blood, too. She was hotter than the sun and almost Ally’s caliber in the looks department. Shorter than Ally, shapely, and about as stacked, too; long brunette hair that almost glowed with the attention it had received. She had a maturity that led me to guess that she was a couple of years older than the two of us.

KC was well-spoken, articulate, and sociable. I didn’t detect any shyness at meeting her next-door neighbors, and certainly not about flirting with me. If Ally’s near nudity in her bathing suit bothered her, she hid it well.

KC’s facial features and eyes suggested some Oriental genes but well-tempered with Anglo ancestry. She had curves in all the right places, and both a dark complexion and enviable suntan. The matching nail and toe polish was a nice touch - it was hard to miss, yet subtle. KC had on a sexy anklet, that I thought might be advertising of some kind. I thought about getting Ally something like that. Maybe I was crazy, but I loved to see her be provocative with other men when we were out and about.

KC wore Daisy Duke shorts with many rips and tears. Given their strategic location, I would have had to bet that she was commando. Her headlights were on low beam inside her snug blouse; she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Those points excited me, but I kept a lid on it except to gawk and store up mental photos when she was focused on Ally and my wife was occupied looking at KC.

KC accepted the invitation for a mid-afternoon drink, as did Ally. I made two gin and tonics, and got myself a diet coke from the makeshift bar we’d set up the day before in the kitchen.

In the ten minutes it took me to prepare and serve the drinks, Ally and KC had bonded as though they’d been BFFs their entire life. Ally was like that; she could make friends easily. I heard her telling KC about her job at Taymore Systems, and then asked KC about her work. The two of them were outgoing and neither was the shy or retiring type.

One comment flew by about KC being ‘very’ single. I thought less of the male population in the area to allow a woman as beautiful and refined as KC to go unclaimed. I wondered whether she dated a lot or had a string of men on the line.

KC worked remotely as an editor for Beaverhead Books. She praised being able to set her own schedule and the fact that she had a large backlog of fictional novels to work through. She described that situation as job security, but laughed at her own remark. Somehow, I didn’t think she worried about her job or money. KC had a ‘high class’ air about her.

I leaned towards KC to show I was attentive. I asked, “Are the books any good?”

KC peered over the rim of her glass at me with flirty and laughing eyes, “One book will be colossally boring and I may reject it before finishing, and the next a grippingly exciting page turner that I can’t put down. Fortunately, I can speed read about 600 words a minute if the text is reasonably well-written. That means I can go through some novels in about four hours without comments. I make at least two passes on each manuscript. On the next pass, I start writing sarcastic comments in the margins, raise questions, and start on the grammar. I’m known for those funny comments at headquarters. That second pass can take a couple of days. I can do three or four books a week.”

As we talked, I had the feeling that KC shifted her focus increasingly to me. I mentioned my work on the Geek Patrol, but didn’t say much about developing and selling some hot cellphone apps. I wasn’t a braggart. KC hinted that she might need some of my geeky services in the near future because she had bought a new computer that needed to be set-up, and she wasn’t that technically adept.

KC gave us an abridged version of the neighbors going house-by-house, and often I felt that she was only talking to me. She made sure that we knew we were expected to attend a monthly potluck ‘block party’ the following Saturday in the backyard of George and Brenda Mason, the folks living at number three. There was talk about the dress code and what to bring, and then KC headed home, but not before invading my personal space in a serious way, getting close - almost chest-to-chest, in order for her to tell me that she couldn’t wait to see me again - ‘real soon’.

When she was gone and the front door shut, Ally came into the same personal space that KC had just vacated, rubbing her nearly bare tits against my tee. “Oh, you big handsome man, I can hardly wait to see you ‘real soon’. And you make me warm, especially my pussy, and you’re hot and I’m wet. Would you like a bite of my cookie? Maybe you can take your big beautiful cock and drive it deep into my hot little cookie and leave about a gallon of your boiling icing inside me. Then, maybe, you can help set up my new computer before we do it again.”

I gave Ally a kiss on her nose. She was mocking our next-door neighbor and teasing me, especially wearing that bikini.

Ally seemed fine with the visit, and stated the obvious, “That pretty woman wants you. You turned her on with your magic pheromones. If you’d snapped your fingers and smiled romantically at her, she would have laid back on the couch and let you fuck her right there with me watching. Of course, I’d join in. Think you could handle the two of us. I bet that would be a lot of fun. Do you suppose she might like women?”

I shook my head, “Pretty, yes, but I have all the woman that I can handle right here with you.” I pointed at her to prevent any misinterpretation.

“Right answer, but didn’t you think that she was sexy?”

I was surprised that my wife wasn’t miffed that KC had skewed her attention to me at our initial meeting. From the tone of her voice, she seemed hopeful that I liked our next-door neighbor with more than a passing fancy, and further that I found her sexually desirable.

I laughed, “Yes, she’s sexy, but you eclipse her, especially in that bathing suit. Hell, she probably is more interested in a lesbo interaction with you than anything with me. I assume you know that she about ate you out while we were talking.”

I tried to erase or deflect our neighbor’s interest in me. I hadn’t actually seen a sapphic interest by either woman, but I was diverting attention.

Ally teased in a jaunty voice, “I bet you’ll hear from KC in some way before that neighborhood barbecue next weekend. She’ll want to test the waters some more - to see how far she can get with you. Better start carrying some condoms.” She laughed, turned, and started strolling away. That bathing suit looked good from the back, too.

I balked and said so she’d hear me, “Condoms? Totally unnecessary. You get all my action, so to speak. Just to confirm, I am not a cheater. I would never do something like start an affair with KC or anybody.”

Ally had kept laughing. Her telling me to carry condoms instead of getting incensed at KC bothered me. Did she want me to sleep with KC? Was she implying that she wouldn’t get angry at me if I did? I resolved to be saintly. I did not want to test those waters. I felt scared that if I did anything, that I’d lose Ally. I couldn’t risk that possibility, if it made me vulnerable to her whims.

Ally’s prediction came true Wednesday. I got a request mid-morning from the Top Tech headquarters for me personally via Geek Patrol. The call was from Casey Thomas at 6 Circle Court in Dillon to help her with a new computer install and data transfer. I let our dispatcher know that I’d do that job at the end of the workday since it was close to home - like, next door. She’d relay my arrival time slot to KC and keep things more business-like. KC needed to be reminded that the Geek Patrol was a business dealing, and, more importantly, reminded that I was happily married.

I headed home about four p.m. to help KC with her new technology. After parking in my garage, I brought my usual tool case and walked next door. I was mindful of Ally’s observations that KC might be thinking about bedding me. I resolved to be immune.

KC answered the door, again in her hot-as-fuck Daisy Duke shorts, only this time her top revealed way more because of its transparency. She broke into her megawatt smile that made my heart warm. She gestured me inside. Her ass checks were pretty cute in those tight little pants. Her breasts were more excited than on Sunday when we met.

She tried to kiss me in a friendly way and I turned it into a polite ‘distant-friend’ hug instead. She did have her new desktop computer unboxed and on her desk. I asked her about how she had her old computer set up. Fortunately, that was still plugged in and she’d been using it for her work until shortly before I arrived. I got the new one running in two minutes, on her Wi-Fi in another two, and then tossed on some software to facilitate data transfer from the old computer to the new one.

With a flourish, I started the transfer, and surreptitiously checked out her browser history on the old computer. Just for fun and perhaps some mischief, I sent a copy to myself. I wanted more insight into my pretty neighbor. I did see the addresses for some Pornhub video addresses scroll by. I chuckled to myself; everyone watches porn.

We watched the progress bar slowly inch across the computer screen for the data transfer of apps, images, movies, and documents. I described the high-bandwidth transfer process, but she had a couple of terabytes of data to move from one computer to another. She’d saved every book project that she’d ever worked on.

KC got close to me initially putting one hand on my shoulder, and then one of her barely clad breasts making shifting contact on my other shoulder, as though she didn’t know what was going on. After a few minutes, I felt the nipple stiffen on the back of my shoulder as she got aroused. Like her, I pretended not to notice.

Truth being, I liked having another woman’s tit rubbing against me, but that was as far as I thought things should go, providing we maintained plausible deniability about what was actually going on. I wondered how far KC would go to try to lure me into some kind of liaison. Without a doubt she wanted something sexual and probably romantic to happen. I was ready to stop. I had my hands full with Ally on those subjects and felt no desire to broaden out to a ‘side piece’.

The verbal flirting ramped-up with “You’re smart to know this,” and some more light touching of my shoulder and arm. I shifted into ‘Husband Mode’ and called up one of the websites that Ally had worked on my laptop as the transfer continued. I described the work that my wife did on the site, and praised how insightful she’d been about creating a good user experience for her client’s online customers. Ally had told me many of the details, thus, I was able to wax eloquent on the topic, obviously boring KC to near tears, but keeping the conversation neutral and in the safe zone for a husband. The data transfer worked towards completion.

The data transfer finally finished, and I had KC sit at the new machine for ten minutes and start to check that key files and apps had come across from her old machine and were working as they should. Having KC sit at her machine allowed me to stand behind her and gaze down at her cleavage. She had great tits - two generous helpings with a high jiggle factor, like my wife.

She glanced back at me, smiled coyly, and figured out that I was perving on her tits. She moved to exhibit as much of her breasts to me as she could without whipping off her thin shirt. As long as nothing happened, I didn’t care, I kept enjoying the eye candy. As much as I wanted to hold her jugs in each hand, I resisted. If asked whether I was checking out KC’s tits, I could always lie that I was watching her computer monitor instead of the gently shimmy of her boob flesh as she worked the keyboard and mouse.

I suggested that KC exercise her new computer, using the applications and making note of any unusual problems or issues. I said, “I guess that’s it for today. Everything seems to be working well. I’m next door if you find any problems.”

KC hopped up suddenly, catching me off guard. Before I could back away, she turned into my arms and personal space. I had to grab her by the waist or else I would have fallen over backwards. She grinned sheepishly that her rapid move had actually gotten me to touch her body. Those hot nipples touched my shirt, and she rubbed back and forth slightly. No deniability now.

Before I could react further, She popped up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for fixing my new computer. I like you. We should do something more significant than a kiss on the cheek someday soon.”

I stepped back to create some space and forced a chuckle. “Anything that happens between us has to pass the ‘Husband Test’ at home.” Constantly reminding KC that I was a happily married man wouldn’t hurt in the grand scheme of neighborly relations.

This wasn’t the first sexual offering that I’d had at my Geek Patrol job; I’d politely rejected every offer. I probably sounded like a henpecked spouse sometimes, but that was fine if I stayed out of trouble and didn’t get divorce papers. Having a fling or an affair was not my thing. Besides, I loved Ally and didn’t want to do anything to upset that.

I collected my Geek Patrol gear, reminded KC to keep her old computer around for a month or two while she made sure the new one was fully functional, and made to leave. I took a few steps towards her office door and KC reacted in an alarmed tone, “Oh, wait. You can’t go. I want to share a glass of wine with you - I bought it special. I made you some tidbits to tide us over until dinner.” My departure wasn’t part of her plan. She wanted to practice more of her seduction process on me.

Thinking quickly, I suggested, “Why don’t you come over to our house with whatever you prepared in a half-hour or so and we can share with Ally. I’m still working on the cookies you brought over on Sunday. They’re my favorites, and I’m metering my intake of them, otherwise I’d eat them all at once and gain ten pounds that I’d need to run off. Thank you.”

KC grinned and took advantage of my inadvertent set-up. “Oh, until I make the next batch you can ‘eat me’ if you want … I mean mine. I’d love that … and yes, I’d love to ‘cum’ at your house in a half-hour. I’ll be there and ready for you … and Ally.” Her word choice, emphasis, and intent were not lost on me. This woman was assertive and verbally quick, and she was hot for my body. At least she was chuckling at putting me off my pace.

I got home as Ally pulled into the garage from work. She gave me a funny look seeing me coming across the lawn from next door with my tool case. I explained the call from KC to Geek Patrol asking for me, what had happened, how KC had dressed, and what had been said and done, including her touches, not-to-subtle flirting, and the innuendoes as I left.

She laughed as we went in our house; “See; I told you that she wanted you to make love to her. I hope you had condoms with you. You’ll probably need them around her from now on. Nice to know I married a ‘hottie’.” There was no further comment but I did give her a major eye roll. We both changed into more casual clothes.

Ally’s casual comments rattled me as much as KC had with her flirting. Ally wasn’t irritated or angry at KC for her heavy flirting. That seemed like a surprise to me. If some guy came on to Ally in a way she didn’t welcome, I’d be in the man’s face making sure he stopped. Maybe Ally didn’t want KC to stop flirting with me. Why would that be? Ally seemed fine with the idea that I should bed KC.

Until Ally asked me to help prepare for our guest, I thought about how I might phrase a question to my wife about her apparent encouragement and permissiveness regarding sex with KC. If I asked the wrong way, she’d think that I was instigating something; I didn’t want to leave that impression.

KC arrived thirty minutes later with her plate of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of white wine. I noticed that she’d changed to a top that wasn’t as revealing and added a bra. The top she’d worn earlier was obviously for only me. This one passed the Husband Test, although I’d told Ally about the clothing KC had worn.

The next ninety minutes were full of double entendres in which KC continued to make sure that I knew that she was mine for the taking, tasted better than her hors d’oeuvres, and could be creative and arousing in any sexual act or setting. Ally being right there participating in the conversation didn’t seem bothered; in fact, my wife laughed most of the time and that seemed to egg on KC. Ally didn’t act possessive about me, at least where KC was concerned.

KC had initially started on me as I fixed us drinks: “Do you need a hand with that?” An innocent statement except for her staring at my crotch. “I’m good with my hands … and mouth,” was her follow-up.

KC went on, “I’m ready when you are,” and “I’m flexible,” and “I’m open to new experiences - and positions, too; especially with you,” were offered with lascivious looks from her. Later, after our first glass of wine was gone, she told me, “I love to go at least two rounds. I have lots of stamina and I bet you do, too.” She held out her glass to me then and feigned innocence about what she’d implied.

Ally watched, listened, and chuckled with a bemused expression at those parts of our conversation, actually basking in my occasional discomfort with KC’s blatant flirting and attempts at seduction. The mood had shifted, and while KC was being seductive, she was enjoying and toying with her prey. I tried to stay aloof to the remarks.

As part of the more normal conversation, we shared more about our backgrounds. KC told us about her whirlwind courtship and three-year marriage that had ended two years earlier. She was thirty, had fallen for an older man, until he’d declared one day that she was no longer to be part of his life. She insisted on counseling, but that had been a waste of time. He was generous in his divorce settlement, setting her up in the house next door to us in Dillon before ghosting her. She hinted at having some ‘family money’.

KC admitted that she’d been crushed when her marriage fell apart. “I continued with the counseling on my own. I was crying all the time and barely functional. I was sure that I’d done something wrong, but the therapist helped me see that I was not the problem.”

Ally asked, “What were the lessons you were left with?”

KC thought. “I think that I was too structured in what I thought a marriage should be - man, woman, roles, jobs, house, stimulating conversation every evening, lovey-dovey, adoring looks, and so on. I romanticized the whole marriage thing. Bart, my ex, didn’t see it that way. I was a chattel and he wanted a Stepford Wife or a sex robot. He was not a communicator; I am. He didn’t need sex; I do - lots of it. On and on. The longer we were together, the more our differences got amplified. I went into the whole thing with a Pollyanna mindset and blinders on. Then Bart dumped on me one day, and six months later I was single again.”

Ally told about how we’d met in college at a party that a friend had forced me to go to. I’d tried to be a wallflower, typical for an engineering major, but she picked me out as someone that needed to be pulled into life. After that, everything we seemed interested in was shared by the other.

I commented that I was being a Super Geek at the time, developing novel apps for cellphones that could make them ring bells and blow whistles far beyond any competitor’s off-the-shelf capability. I mentioned the photographic processing app that I’d created, and that impressed KC. She knew some people had that app on their phone and used it almost daily.

Ally boasted that I’d been approached with a request to sell a few of my apps and help develop them further. There was adoration in her tone for me and my work, and great pride in what I’d done.

KC asked of me, “Do you still do that?”

I nodded, “Yes, but only a third of the time. I like people, so the Geek Patrol work helps me meet new friends while being helpful to them, and other than that I’m always working on some new computer stuff - most recently looking into some of the artificial intelligence capabilities that I could integrate into my apps.

We ordered a pizza for dinner, and shared with KC. Over dinner, KC spent more time talking with Ally about her work and the neighborhood. There was more talk about the cookout on Saturday, too. I mostly listened and slowly felt friendlier towards our guest after her overt solicitations had stopped.

When she prepared to leave the house to head home, KC caught me and put me in a lip lock of epic proportions. I automatically kissed back as she pushed her small body against mine and held on. I survived the pleasure without too much residual guilt.

KC shook her head as we parted. She said, “Oh, Doug, you and I have to get together for a long-lasting make-out session. You kiss like my wildest fantasy, only there’s a lot more to that movie than kissing.” She fanned her face with one hand and gave Ally a glance to be sure she hadn’t stepped over any line. Apparently, as far as my wife was concerned, she hadn’t.

I poked at her and pointed at Ally, who was right beside me. “Remember her? I’m married … and you caught me by surprise for that kiss, nice as it was.” I had already backed away.

Ally shooed KC out the front door with a laugh, and closed it.

I started to apologize immediately. “Honey, she caught me … I would never do anything …”

As I was apologizing for the kiss and our guest’s behavior, I felt a little smug that I’d managed to resist KC’s blatant propositions and flirting for the entire afternoon and evening.

Ally interrupted, waving her hand and arm dismissively at me, “Oh, forget it. You two are cute. She’s a colossal tease … plus she’s built for sex. You’d like that, I bet. Actually, I might, too. Just keep those condoms in your pocket.”

Ally’s permissive comments flummoxed my brain. Did I know my wife was bisexual? I needed to figure out how to ask her about this new attitude. I wondered whether this was part of her Phase 2.

Ally and I went to bed and started to make out as our foreplay. We got naked and once we were coupled together with my cock in here pussy, Ally started teasing by pretending that she was KC. “Oh, good, I get to kiss you some more. You’re the best neighbor ever. That one kiss wasn’t nearly enough. I need your cock inside me like this. I could tell you were hung. I want you to …”. She went on.

Ally had a vivid imagination.

Chapter 3 - Neighborhood Cookout

The men from around the cul-de-sac that I’d just met clustered at the grill, where George Mason, our host, was slow-cooking steak medallions, small chicken breasts, and some jumbo shrimp - the protein for the meal.

Besides George, and his wife Brenda, who were hosting what we’d discovered was a monthly block party, I stood with Bob Wolf - married to Carly; Steve Winter - married to Nicky; and Jim Hicks - married to Darlene. The women were buzzing around between the kitchen and the patio picnic tables setting out side dishes and condiments, and being sure that everything was perfect; Ally was helping, too.

I learned a few things of interest to share with Ally, if she wasn’t picking up the same news. The seven homes on the cul-de-sac each kicked in a hundred dollars to Steve at the start of the year, and that money paid for the services of his landscaper to keep the pretty circle in the middle of the turn-around looking well-maintained. The area was currently a blaze of color from the flowering bougainvillea.

I learned that the house on the other side of us from KC’s was owned by Sven Karlson. He’d no sooner moved in two-years earlier than his company moved him out of the country. He was a bachelor and due back soon. That information verified my own observations that no one was home next door. Apparently, Sven had renters for a year or so, but more recently the house had been vacant.

The gossip among the men boiled down to one or two points for each man. George, the oldest, ran a Ford dealership, but the economy was tanking, and that meant he’d suffer financially as sales dropped until a recovery. Bob Wolf was an investment advisor for Schwab working in part on commissions, and he had the same economic concerns. If the economy tanked, so would his income.

Steve shook his head, “We’re already tanking in my business. The manufacturers that buy from us are slowing down, and so are our sales. We’re shaving our profit margins in order to steal customers from our competitors before they wise up. Everyone is having to be hyper-creative in our work.”

I muttered about the technology and home entertainment sectors remaining strong, and how my work at Geek Patrol hadn’t seen much change. That said, their worries and concerns made me nervous. At least Ally and I had a small cushion in our savings account.

As expected Ally and I were the youngest couple at the gathering, probably by twenty years or more in some cases. The Masons were the oldest. That was to be expected since we’d become financially secure much earlier than most other couples near our age. I thought we were both more mature than the average for our cohort, too.

I’d told the men about my tech work and doing app development, when a racing blur of beautiful and horny woman saw me from the side gate, sprinted across the patio, and threw herself into my arms. If I hadn’t of seen her coming and braced myself, I would have fallen over.

KC threw her arms around me and planted a highly passionate kiss on my lips that made the water in the Mason’s pool start to boil it was so hot. As the lengthy kiss ended, she squeezed me with great affection, and then without a word backed away, turned, and sped off to join the other women in the kitchen.

George, Steve, Jim, and Bob stared at me in disbelief as KC left our area. The PDA had been noteworthy and erotic because of how she flattened herself against me - great breasts and all. Those few seconds had left me both aroused and embarrassed. The other men had been acknowledged by KC with a simple wave, whereas I got the princess kiss.

Steve said in a teasing tone, “I take it you know each other?”

Jim added, “Yeah, fairly well, apparently.”

I chuckled, “Met Sunday. She’s our next-door neighbor as you know.”

Bob shook his head in disbelief, “Yeah, but she has a physical thing going for you. Besides your wife, who I met, KC is the hottest woman in this state, and she picked you to warm-up to - you lucky dog.” I’d met Carly, his wife, and she was no slouch.

Jim was blunter, “Yeah, I pray for an opportunity with her. She’s terribly nice and friendly, too - a cheerleader type. I like that in a woman. Somehow, she survived some asshole ex-husband and came out of her divorce whole. She’s got her act together. Darlene likes her, but they don’t get to spend much time together.”

The other men agreed. I guess that I’d had similar thoughts when I first met KC, but I didn’t say anything to anybody about it. My thoughts weren’t that possessive. I did like having KC as a friend - as Ally’s friend.

KC and Ally came out of the house a few minutes later to announce that the rest of dinner was ready when the stuff on the grill was done. George said, “Then we’re ready, because I’m just keeping these entrees warm.” He started forking the various things on the grill onto a large platter.

As we went to sit, KC embarrassed herself and me so that she could sit right beside me. She was a little put out when I invited Darlene to be on my left - she was cute, and looked pleased that I wanted her next to me. She was in her mid-thirties and probably still got carded when she went to restaurants and wanted a drink.

As at any table with eleven people, there were multiple conversations going on simultaneously. KC, Darlene, and I talked about local schools and town issues, especially on the school board. Darlene and Jim had two ‘tweens’ in the system so she was well-informed about the issues. Darlene mentioned that Steve and Nicky had a teen nearing graduation in the system, too.

KC slid over on the bench seat so that she was snugged up against me. She kept rubbing her bare leg against mine and putting a hand on my bare thigh. She was wearing those Daisy Duke shorts and I was in athletic shorts like the other men. I looked across the table at my wife, grimaced, and side-nodded at KC and rolled my eyes at the evident need KC had for body contact.

Ally laughed and rolled her eyes back at me. She at least knew that I was not the instigator of the apparent PDAs or flirt or whatever it was. Fortunately, Darlene, Brenda, and Carly saw my gesture of frustration at KC’s quest for some kind of romance from me and they chuckled, too. I hoped Ally and I were making a good impression. I wasn’t blessed with the greatest social skills when in a group like the barbecue, but I tried. I hoped that I wasn’t seen as some womanizer because of what KC was doing.

Pretending that she needed to get closer to me to talk to KC, Darlene pressed against my other side with her bare leg contact and an occasional hand on my thigh. Pretty soon, although I enjoyed the squeeze, I got significantly aroused and had to be sure I kept one of the paper napkins in my lap to avoid detection. This barbecue was not showing my best side.

During the meal, KC wasn’t satisfied with sitting close beside me. She ran her right hand up and down my leg, using some of her fingers to push up the leg of my shorts towards my partially aroused dick. At that point, I took hold of her wrist, and forcibly moved the hand back to her own naked thigh. She returned about two minutes later. I admit to my excitement.

Why was I aroused? I had a hot woman on one side of me that was giving off signals about once a second that she wanted my body, hands, and mouth doing sexual things to her. On my other side, I had another stunning woman getting snugly with me, pushing one of her breasts clad in a thin halter-top against my arm. Darlene’s intentional and friendly contact wasn’t as intense or obvious as KC’s. I became increasingly glad we picked this neighborhood to buy our home, but continued to worry about my reputation.

Darlene was a modestly busty, light brunette, woman that was short and she had a sweet disposition and demeanor. She had a ‘girl-next-door’ look about her, and I had the feeling that she routinely did mischievous things, especially to tease her husband Jim. He was jovial and conversing with Ally, but didn’t appear to be flirting or concerned that his wife had cuddled up to me as we sat eating. Ally had totally diverted his attention.

I glanced over at Ally. My wife had become exceptionally popular with the other men at the table. She was between George and Jim, and along with Bob, they were paying attention to every word she said, smiling, and nodding at her a lot. Everyone seemed to be behaving themselves, which was more than I could say about KC and Darlene.

KC’s hand made an explicit sojourn atop my shorts right where my Johnson was resting - or trying to rest. Darlene watched the move with obvious interest to see how I’d respond.

I grabbed KC’s right hand in an overly tight grasp so that she knew I was more serious this time and I moved her hand up onto the table and plunked it down. I said in a hushed but stern tone, “KC, stop it. No more.” As quiet as I’d been, a few others heard me and glanced at my neighbor. Ally saw my move, too.

KC blushed and apologized, “I’m sorry. I get carried away sometimes. When I know about something I want, I go after it.” Darlene heard the interchange and chuckled. I didn’t want everyone at the cookout to think that I was inviting KC’s attentions, or responding favorably to her heavy flirting. I continued to tightly hold her wrist and hand on the table top.

I was a happily married man. I seemed to keep reminding myself of that, and hoped that KC and perhaps Darlene understood that premise.

At that point, I suddenly excused myself, and got up from the bench seat from between the two women. I carried my plate into the kitchen, and then came back and knelt beside Ally and Jim. Focusing Ally, I said in a devoted way, “Hi Babe. You having fun?” I wanted to show KC and Darlene who sat across the table that I cared about my beautiful wife.

“I am,” she responded in a low voice. “Was KC bothering you? It looked like it.”

“She was, and that’s why I got up to move around. I think we need to have a talk with her about boundaries and cooling her jets. I have you and am not interested in a relationship with her. I love you.”

Jim volunteered, “I saw her being … assertive with you. I suspect that she’s lonely. I think that until you moved in, these monthly cookouts were her only social life. I got the feeling that she is a workaholic except for some jogging I’ve seen her do.”

I got a fold-up chair and hung out close to Ally on her side of the table while we did dessert. We sat around doing coffee and more conversation. The party broke-up around ten o’clock.

As Ally and I started our short walk home, KC ran and caught up with us. She was humble, “Doug, I’m sorry that I came on to you so strong. That’s not like me. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please accept my apology for being so forward. Ally, you, too. I’m not trying to take your husband away from you. I like both of you so much. I’m not showing it in the best way possible.”

I waved dismissively. “Already forgiven. I am a happily married man. You are a real catch for some man, but that man is not me.”

Ally nodded in agreement, and nothing further was said.

We did a few minor clean-up things once home. Ally was again in a playful mood and mocked KC after we were in bed. She teased, “Oh, Doug, I know that I’m only a neighbor and we’ve only known each other a week, but I need you to drive your big, beautiful cock into my hot little cooter. I’m sure I’ll give you a good ride; at least as good as Ally can do for you. I want to do this many time every day with you. Maybe I should ask your wife if that’s okay. Maybe she’d like to have sex with me, too. I can go both ways.” She was laughing out loud as we started to fuck.

I tickled her. “That’s not as funny for me as it is for you. I’m completely happy loving you exclusively. That’s what I signed up for when we got married, and I see no reason to change that.” I didn’t want to protest too much because I fear that Ally would then think that there was some smoke and fire being built in how I thought about KC.

Ally said, “Good, now fuck me, husband. I love you.”

* * * * *

The following week, KC didn’t appear but left another batch of chocolate chip cookies on our doorstep along with a friendship greeting card addressed to the two of us. Ally thought the gesture was sweet and over the top when we found them. I loved the cookies. Ally teased me that the way to my heart was through my stomach.

Ally took pity on KC and invited her to meet for coffee at a local café on Thursday morning. She asked if I wanted to go, but I had Geek Patrol duties that morning, so passed up the offer. Much later, I’d think back to what a turning point that meeting turned out to be - the point in time where the underlying philosophy of our marriage started changing.

When I saw Ally that evening, she said that they’d had a nice coffee for an hour, and that my name certainly came up a few times. They’d talked about some of the books that KC was editing and the crazy weather in the northern part of the state. I breathed easier.

Ally and KC started to meet almost every other weekday for morning coffee or lunch. Ally seemed to have found a good friend in KC.

About a week later, Ally suggested we have KC for dinner on Saturday evening, doing a swim and dinner party. She wanted to try out the Jacuzzi that had been integrated into one end of the swimming pool. I hadn’t figured out the controls and water jets, so preparing for the small party would motivate me to sort out the spa. I’d found the instruction book among the many manuals left for the appliances in the house, and studied how to get the water heated, jetting, and bubbling.

KC showed up that evening with a tray with some side dishes to contribute to the Saturday evening meal. After she put the tray down, she gave me a look that was obviously asking for permission to greet me in her inimitable style. I nodded and held my arms out. I was weakening, and getting used to her desire for outward affections.

KC gently came into my arms, put an arm around my neck, and pulled my face to hers. We shared a long hot kiss, and did a little tongue play. As we parted, she fanned her face with one hand. “Wow! I hope to keep doing that a lot with you. You are one adorable man.”

“You need Ally’s permission,” I said firmly. After that remark, I discovered my wife leaning against the refrigerator watching us and smirking. She’d seen the kiss - and yet she wasn’t pissed at me or KC. She smiled, waved a hand dismissively at the two of us, bussed briefly with KC, and then started talking with her about the meal.

I wisely picked up the platter with the stuff that I was to grill and went outside. Both women came out to set up the patio table a few minutes later.

Ally wore a bikini, but it wasn’t the salacious one that she’d had on a few weeks earlier when we first met KC. She was barefoot and focused on the meal. She looked over at me and I showered her five fingers to indicate how long before things on the grill would be ready to serve.

Every time that I looked at Ally, I fell in love with her again, and I thanked the heavens for guiding us together. She was an adventure for sure. In that bikini, there was little left for the imagination, and that triggered my spousal lust. I knew that later we’d have some sexual fun.

KC wore a loose linen cover-up over her bikini that revealed her shapely legs but not much else. She was wearing pretty jeweled flip-flops. I decided that I could be a leg man when other body parts were unavailable to ponder. After arriving, she removed the cover-up to be equivalent to Ally.

The bathing suit KC wore turned out to be revealing, but I thought all suits would be revealing on either woman since they had an abundance of resources upstairs to constrain into the bra part of their suits. The rest were desirable curves.

KC’s breasts had weight, and thus formed lovely large bulges in the bra of her suit. The rest was skin or the bottoms of the suit as it hugged her body. Overall, her bathing attire was kind of skimpy, but given we were going to swim and use the Jacuzzi, it was appropriate.

We ate and enjoyed the conversation. I relished being with two hot women, and we were getting along so well. KC was a great neighbor - sexy even, and she proved to be an intellectual heavy weight. I worried about being seen as a mental light weight, as I often had little to add to the conversation.

After dinner, we continued to nurse on the bottles of wine we’d had with dinner. I gestured at the pool, and so we went over. I dove in. Ally and KC used the stairs. We each had a pool noodle to float around on to make the whole activity of ‘swimming’ effortless. The sun had set and the sky was darkening.

After a quarter-hour in the pool, I commented that the Jacuzzi should be warm, if anybody was interested. Both women immediately cheered, “Oh, yes - jets and bubbles.”

We went up the steps out of the pool towards the Jacuzzi. That was when I saw the sign that Ally must have prepared and put on a post in the garden next to the spa. In big bold letters, the sign stated

No Bathing Suits Allowed in Jacuzzi

I stopped short. Ally stopped beside me and gave me an awkward grin. She said, “I was told this was the policy of the previous owners. They had a no clothing rule, too -for the swimming pool. The lint probably clogs the filter or something. Anyway, I like the rule, so that’s what we’re going to do.”

Her tone of voice indicated that Ally wasn’t putting the idea out for discussion or negotiation. This was now the rule. I sighed.

KC stood staring at the sign, but clearly wasn’t reacting adversely to the idea. I think that she didn’t want to be first to disrobe.

Ally announced, “Well, I want to try our spa.” On that note, she undid her bikini bra, dropping the wet clothing on the pool deck. Her unfettered breasts with erect nipples shimmied in the evening air, and I immediately responded much like Pavlov’s dog, except besides drooling, I had other lascivious ideas of things to do with my wife.

As Ally removed her bikini briefs, she turned slightly and I got a good view of her gorgeous ass and pussy, especially as she bent over - intentionally, no doubt.

My circle of awareness expanded then, and I realized that KC had gotten half-naked only a few feet away. She quickly dropped her bathing suit bottoms, and stood naked for my review. I got a shy smile.

OMG! KC was as gorgeous and as luscious and as lust producing as my wife. Her breasts displayed large areolas with a perky nipple the size of a thimble that I wanted to suck on. I stood and watched the two women, no doubt with my jaw slack, my knuckles dragging on the ground, and drool dripping from m lower lip.

Ally chided me out of my stupor, “Come on, Doug, take it off. Get in. Come on.” She led the way to the edge of the spa, slightly elevated above the water level in the pool.

I was not going to let two hot women upstage me. I dropped my suit and kicked it aside. I hoped that my inflating cock didn’t insult or gross out our guest. I started thinking about the latest Apple operating system, baseball, replacing Ally’s car, and a dozen other things to keep my mind from screaming at me about SEX and NAKED WOMEN.

I was relatively unsuccessful. I got a woody. KC had been married and had dated a lot earlier in her life, so she must know the effect a woman’s naked body has on a healthy and horny male. I hoped that she didn’t think my reaction was for her specifically - although in part it was.

Yep, she knew. KC expression changed from her coy look to one of pure lust. Her eyes moved from mine to my ‘package’ and back. She smiled with a lecherous tilt to her head.

I got into the tub near the controls, and turned on the water jets and the bubbler. The tub came alive. Fortunately, as I settled into the water, the lower part of my body disappeared in the rage of currents and air bubbles, even with the dim underwater light in the spa.

Unfortunately, the interesting parts of Ally and KC’s bodies disappeared in the same maelstrom of mad water. Oh, well. If I’d stared, I’d have only gotten myself in trouble. I went back to thinking of non-sexual things that might help me deflate so I wasn’t an embarrassment when I got out.

I kept my space from the two women, no doubt to their disappointment. I kept the conversation on ‘nice’ topics that didn’t inflame anyone’s libido. Being naked in a hot tub with two hotter nude women was not conducive to fidelity of the mind or body, and I didn’t want to breach that gate and create drama with Ally - the love of my life. I meditated looking up at the stars and gradually my arousal faded.

I relished the point in the evening when we got out and collected our clothing. I got a chance to again visually savor KC’s hot body. She’d manicured and shaped her pubic hair in a heart small enough to fit inside her bikini briefs. Amazing.

KC went home after that in a relaxed and expansive mood due to the bubbles, heat, and bottles of wine that we consumed while in the tub. Yes, we kissed goodbye, but it was kind of a mellow kiss, and Ally got the same treatment from our guest.

Ally and I fucked like we’d suddenly discovered the joy of sex. She again teased me about being naked only a few inches away from an equally naked and highly attractive KC. She described how easy it would have been to lift KC’s pixie-like body and impale her atop my mammoth shaft and fuck her to a dozen orgasms. The imagery and dirty talk accomplished their goal.

We’d seldom invoked imagery of a third person in our dirty talk, but KC’s name had become a near daily addition to our lovemaking. I didn’t mind, but I did wonder whether Ally had some other purpose in tossing her name into some wicked and arousing scenario where seduction, sucking, and fucking were going on. That night she was particularly explicit about me fucking our neighbor and driving her to one orgasm after another.

As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered whether the ‘No Clothes Allowed in the Spa’ rule had been conjured up at one of the girls’ lunches. I hoped I was strong enough to withstand KC’s continued advances.

Chapter 4 - Running

Sunday morning, I decided that I needed some aerobic exercise other than sex. Ally looked at me like I was crazed by the heat or the fog from the morning sex we’d enjoyed. She passed up going on a long run with me, although she and I did do runs together. I suited up in athletic shorts, a singlet, and my Nikes, and headed out the door.

I got about twenty feet, when I heard a shout, “Hey, wait for me. I jog, too.” It was KC. She was similarly dressed and coming out her front door looking as fresh as a daisy.

“You run much?” I asked in a surprised tone as we started to trot out of the cul-de-sac side-by-side. I held back on my pace a bit. This coincidence couldn’t have been planned. I didn’t get the idea to run until fifteen minutes earlier.

KC’s running outfit was provocative. Her jugs were hidden in a sports bra, but the wonderful jiggle remained. The running shorts she had on were snug on her shapely ass and pussy, so much so that her camel toe was noticeable. Her little ass was spectacular. The tight shorts emphasized her lithe legs. I’d try to run behind her often.

KC responded to my question, “Yes, I run a few times a week depending on mood and weather. How far are you going?”

“Ten miles. Over to Citrus Park and then return along the river. If that’s too far for you, we could do a shorter loop and then I could go on to finish my longer run.”

KC said, “No, I like you circuit, and that’s a good distance for me. I want to be with you, plus I have sins to purge from my system.”

“Sins? What’d you do that you have to atone for?” We were already jogging along at a good pace. I realized that I’d set myself up for some more heavy flirting after my dumb question.

“Well, last night I stripped naked so that another man and woman could see me in my birthday suit, and in doing so I had a dozen mini-orgasms because I was so turned on. After I left them, I went home and masturbated two times because I was so horny. I fantasized that the man I’d been with made love to me and gave me multiple orgasms, too.” She shot me a devilish look.

I almost missed a step wondering whether to reply or not to her confession of lust. I decided to get cutesy. Looked at her and made the sign of the cross and held a hand over her head during our trot. “Sister, the Lord is full of grace, and you are hereby forgiven for your sins. Say ‘Good morning’ five times, and sin no more for the next half-hour.”

KC laughed, but added, “I’m serious about my invitation. I have a huge crush on you and it’s only getting more intense.”

We went for a couple of hundred yards in silence. I said, “KC, I like you, too - a lot; and I am happily married to Ally and have no desire to rock that boat with a ‘side dish’. Something tells me that you wouldn’t do well as the ‘other woman’, in any case. We’re becoming good friends and I’m glad about that.” I left my statement at that, hoping that we could be platonic neighbors.

I slowly stepped up our pace after that first mile to discourage conversation and her further propositions. KC struggled a little harder to keep up. We both needed more oxygen and after a half-mile at the faster pace, she had stopped her vociferous flirting and propositions. I’d been right.

The few corners or streets where we had to slow or stop to cross were obviously welcome pauses for her, since she got a chance to take a momentary rest and gasp in some valuable air.

We got back home from the ten-mile run after 74 minutes, meaning we’d been doing sub-eight-minute miles for the ten miles we ran. For me, that was an aggressive pace.

As we pulled up at the house, KC fell onto the lawn and rolled onto her back with her legs and arms spread akimbo as they fell. She panted hard and eventually moaned, “I have never run that fast for more than a few seconds. Thank you. That was a great loop. I’ll lie here and die. Please, water my plants.”

I laughed as best I could as I leaned over with my hands on my knees panting only a little less than KC. Both of us were sweaty and overheated. Eventually, I stood and walked in slow, large circles around KC to cool down.

Ally saw us and had come out of the house. She had water bottles for each of us. Upon hearing KC’s remarks about the run and dying on our lawn, she laughed. Ally was only clad in a thin t-shirt. Her long shapely legs were on full display and as usual I found her arousing. Given that KC was on the ground on her back, I speculated that she got a good view of Ally’s pussy, but that didn’t upset me in the least.

I paused in my cool down and explained to my wife about KC starting her run as I did. I made sure she knew there was no collusion to go off together.

Ally looked at the panting pile of female flesh still flat on her back on our lawn and laughed. She said smugly, “I take it you worked her over?”

I whispered to her but KC could probably hear, “She flirted and propositioned me at the start of our run. I wanted to stop further comments or invitations, so I lured her into going at a faster pace than she was used to. We did ten miles in 74 minutes.”

Ally understood and smiled. “Good strategy, and I think it’s cute that she’s so blatant about wanting your bod. I bet she’s a little jealous that we fuck all the time.” She turned to KC, probably flashing her pussy slightly under the tee, “Do you know that we make love several times a day when we can?”

I was floored with my wife’s blatant admission regarding our sexual behavior. Why would she share that with a relative stranger, especially if they were a neighbor. That person wanted sex with me, and Ally was rubbing her nose in the fact that we did that often.

KC had actually heard that discussion. She sat up and laughed. “Yes, and I’m damn jealous because I’m horny all the time and need somebody like Doug on a constant basis. I know you’ve got ‘rights’, but couldn’t you share a little of him with me every now and then.”

Ally laughed harder and teased, “Maybe someday.”

I did my eye roll thing at the two of them. I announced my plan to swim to wash up and relax, so I went inside to shed some sneakers and my singlet. I again wondered why Ally wasn’t more upset about KC’s advances and obvious desires for me.

When I came out to the pool, I found two mermaids floating around. Ally was naked and KC was in her undies. KC’s breasts were on full display again - along with every bit of my wife. There was a pile of KC’s sweaty clothing and sneakers near the side of the pool along with Ally’s t-shirt. Ally must have approved this nudity and known it would affect me. She didn’t react adversely when I stared at the two of them for a minute.

When the girls stood at the shallow end of the pool, I could see that KC’s underwear had become transparent. The two together belonged in some erotic photoshoot on the Internet. I responded, of course, getting a near instantaneous chubby. I wanted Ally immediately, stretched out on one of the pool chaises so we could make love. I had similar desires for KC and pushed those aside lest I get more embarrassed at my condition.

I dove in and started to do some lazy laps in the pool as the girls floated around and talked, and my arousal dissipated. Sometime, during my laps, KC decided to dispense with her undies, because I saw them on the edge of the pool when I stopped my laps.

Eventually the two naked nymphs sat on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water. I could hear them planning a shopping trip for later in the day. I thought that they looked spectacular sitting in the bright sunlight fully exposed and obviously alert.

I contrasted the two, and Ally could see and probably guess what was going on inside my head. Ally had small, pert nipples on small quarter-size areolas, perched atop her gorgeous perky globes. KC was almost the opposite - large, end-of-finger size nipples atop large, dark areolas two or three inches across, and with a generous supply of tit flesh. The four tits were alert and pendulous, but barely saggy. I did want to play with them. I had some fantasy about sucking on the four simultaneously.

I moved near to talk and get a closer look. I’d no sooner gotten near them, when KC blushed and said, “I have a confession to make to the two of you.”

Ally looked puzzled, “Confession?

“Yeah,” KC glanced at her house and said in an embarrassed tone. “I can see the pool and Jacuzzi from my bedroom window, as you can figure out from the orientation of our two homes. I’ve watched you two make love and do sexual stuff out here several times. You both turn me on.”

Ally chuckled before I could respond. “Our bad for not looking around or not for taking it into the bedroom.”

KC rapidly said, “Oh, please don’t change. You turned me on so much that I want lots of repeat viewings. Know that I am happy to be a lascivious voyeur of your sexual acts, and I beg you to do it more often. If you’d let me know when somehow, I’d be in your debt forever.”

Ally jumped in before I could gasp at what she’d said. “Well, I guess we’ll have to put on a better show then, knowing that we’re on stage. I do have an exhibitionist streak in me. So does Doug.”

I nodded and blushed slightly. I liked the idea of putting on a sex show for a hot neighbor.

KC said, “Exhibitionist? How?”

Ally said, “Oh, several times in college we’d fuck wherever we felt like it - a music room, his dorm room with door ajar, an empty classroom. After graduation, we haven’t done much because we have real beds or loungers at our disposal.”

I made an obvious examination of the four tits on display, and checked out the pussies winking at me as the girls moved and spread their legs slightly. I started to arouse again, and then thought better of my gawking.

“I’m going to change and do some bill paying. If you want, Ally, I’ll do grocery shopping later.”

She waved and I headed into the house. The two of them continued to talk and plan their shopping trip. I got excused from the grocery shopping.

I took a quick shower to wash off the chorine from the pool, and then pulled on a golf shirt and some clean athletic shorts.

I glanced out the bedroom window, half curious about whether the girls were still at the pool. What I saw shocked me. I was watched the pair in stunned silence.

Both women were still nude sitting on the side of the pool. My wife had her hand pawing at KC’s pussy. She had fingers inside her. Fuck! I watched as Ally withdrew her hand from KC’s pussy area. She popped some fingers into her mouth, apparently tasting our new friend’s sexual juices.

KC’s legs were in a relaxed spread as she leaned back on her arms. She looked content and welcoming to whatever was going on. She used a hand to stroke Ally’s breasts, and then she hooked the hand around my wife’s neck and pulled her in for a hot, smoldering, long-lasting kiss that must have had some tongue involved by both parties. I could tell that Ally was into the scene in a big way. I’d never seen this side of my wife, but … I liked it. They continued kissing for a bit, then KC fingered Ally and tasted her, too.

Both women seemed to look longingly at each other and then they hopped off the edge into the pool. Ally swam to the deep end and back. KC slowly walked across to the steps, got out, and wrapped herself in one of our large towels. She gathered up her pile of sweaty clothes and shoes, and headed for her own yard through a break in the low shrubbery.

As Ally finished her third lap in the pool, she stopped, looked up at me at the window and waved. I waved back and smiled at her. I wonder whether she knew I’d been watching when she was sapphically engaged with KC. I was fully inflated and harder than a rock.

I didn’t say anything to Ally when she came inside to get properly dressed to go out in public. She said in a neutral tone, “You saw us?”

“I did, or most of it, I suspect.”

“You upset?”

“Nope,” I replied with a grin. “I approve so long as you and I are solid.”

“Good and we are. What would you say if I wanted to do that again with her?”

I chuckled, “May I watch?”

Ally laughed. That was the end of the discussion, although I could easily have conjured up a hundred thought-provoking questions to ask her. If she wanted me to know more, she’d tell me.

Later, after Ally was dressed, I helped her assemble a shopping list for groceries. KC came back to the house in casual clothes. The two of them headed out to shop, with Ally driving her car.

After that morning adventure with our neighbor, KC became a near daily visitor to our house, often multiple times a day. I don’t know what Ally said to her, but within the following week after the pool episode, KC felt comfortable to come and go in the house as though she were a resident - no knocking, doorbells, or anything like that. Open door, go in, see who’s around. I liked that level of familiarity, and couldn’t think of anyone else in my life I would have given that privilege to except KC.

KC carried her weight. She ate with us most nights, and brought over dinners or other treats or snacks on a frequent basis. I came home from some afternoon tech work, and she was vacuuming our house. She brought over DVDs to watch, and got our smart TV tied into her accounts for premium movie channels. When we’d watch a movie, I’d have a beautiful woman curled up and warm under each arm.

More than once over the next two months, KC arrived having washed and folded our bed linen or towels. She helped put up the holiday decorations around Christmas and

celebrated with us rather than head home to her parent’s. She was trying to be overly helpful, and indeed she was.

I thought that our letting KC be kind of in our family and letting her snuggle against me for movie watching somehow suppressed her desire for anything further with me. I allowed one kiss per movie, and Ally laughed at my arbitrary boundary. KC had backed off only slightly on the verbal offerings for sex or statements about her desire for me.

Ally and I told her that she didn’t need to work to have our friendship, but she insisted that she hung out with us so much that she had to do ‘something’ above and beyond showing up.

One day, Ally told me that KC hanging out with us was probably going to be part of ‘Phase 2’. My wife did some other things that probably fit in our new lifestyle that I was struggling to get used to. After a text asking whether I was okay with her looking at a new car, she bought a lime green Porsche Boxster. She was out to make a statement. We had the money, but I thought she’d acted impulsively. The patio suddenly had new loungers, chairs, tables, and such. Our ‘new’ home gym got fully outfitted. Furniture that we’d just arranged in the new house got rearranged. The contents of kitchen drawers changed. More and more happened.

I asked about the changes, and Ally said, “Change is my new middle name.” She kissed me on the cheek and said, “But I’m not changing you out for a newer model.” She chuckled and walked off with a mischievous look.

KC and I started to jog more regularly. Our long-run day became every Sunday rain or shine; typically ten miles of sub-eight miles. During the week, we’d fit in a couple of five mile runs in late afternoon if the weather cooperated. Ally went with us on many of the shorter runs, but skipped the ten-miler.

At the start or end of every run, even with Ally around or going with us, KC would press her barely clad but sweaty body against mine and express her desire with a long meaningful kiss. When Ally didn’t see that action after a run, I’d dutifully report in detail about the solicitations and physical affection. Ally usually laughed or nodded wisely in understanding and wave dismissively.

When we weren’t running, I could count on KC to sit next to me, trying to get into my lap on occasion, such as when we were watching a movie in our media room. Ally seemed to enjoy watching us interact, including with the heavy flirting and kissing. KC touched me often, mostly in tender loving ways, showing me that she cared. She tried to kiss me frequently but I developed some ploys to avoid her - some of the time, and I had my ‘one-kiss boundary’ that I enforced most of the time.

Frequently after a run, there’d be nude swimming to cool down and clean-up. Sometimes, Ally wasn’t present, but KC didn’t press the issue with me at those times. I got inured to the nudity and didn’t respond quite as visibly at the two beautiful women. I always kept my distance from KC, and never encouraged her. Usually, she respected my boundaries.

After a few weeks of nudity on our back patio and pool, I suspected collusion when Ally and KC decided that they liked going nude much of the time, even when we weren’t swimming. Ally picked up on the teasing, and joined in taunting me with sexual favors whether KC was around or not. If KC wasn’t around, Ally and I would have sex on the spot. If KC was present, I politely made myself scarce.

KC bought a laptop that I helped her sync to her desktop. She started working at our dining room table doing some of her editing work, at first a few days a week and then ‘all’ the time. She’d have her glasses on but otherwise be completely naked. I had a hard-on most of the time that the nudity prevailed. Often, I thought of her as the prize that I couldn’t have. I take a look at her, perve out for a minute, and then go off to my office to work and think about more mundane things.

KC’s birthday occurred at the start of December. Ally and I took her to dinner and then to a dance club. The three of us danced together for the fast numbers, and I alternated between them for the slow dances. KC about had sex with me on the dance floor during those slow, close dances. She’d bump and hump, and in those situations kept a running description of how great she’d be in bed for me while I fucked her. The trouble was, I believed her.

Later, when Ally and I were making love, she seemed to know what KC had said to me and used those same words to inspire and arouse me. I felt sure that if KC and I ever did do something that she’d not be upset.

Chapter 5 - Close Call

In early February, Ally was asked by her mother and father to come up and help tend to her mother who was having some ‘secret’ operation to resolve a ‘female problem’ brought on my menopause. If things went well, she’d be gone from Sunday afternoon to Saturday - six days. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to stay longer unless there were complications. She’d planned to line up a visiting nurse service while at her parent’s home in case recovery took longer than expected.

We hadn’t been apart much since we got married. I was more the traveler, typically attending one-day training sessions or conferences for Geek Patrol. Top Tech, the retail store that sponsored the Patrol, had sent me to a more generic seminar on customer service and retention that resulted in me being away two consecutive nights. Neither Ally nor I liked that separation. This week away would be a big deal and a first for us.

Ally and I had never gone without sex for any long period in our marriage, so six nights away was going to be a bigger deal than usual. She promised that we’d have the opportunity to try out phone sex every night. We’d done this before, but only for a night or two, and we’d shared cellular masturbation sessions with each other, so the idea of doing it over Facetime or Zoom was not intimidating, only the time apart from real contact.

One evening over dinner, I did hear KC promise to ‘take care of me’ while Ally was away, and I could guess what her version of that expression meant with my wife gone for a week. I promised myself not to be tempted. Well, tempted maybe, but I would not fall. I would not succumb to temptation.

I saw Ally off at our local airport, as she headed up to Atlanta. Her father was picking her up, and she’d have the use of her mother’s car if she needed to run errands. About four hours later, I had a text that she’d arrived and was with her parents at their home. Her mother’s surgery was the next morning.

Later Sunday night, as arranged, Ally graced me with a Facetime call. She was in her old room at her mom and dad’s home, now a guest room. The image was flawless and we both got naked and set up the cameras to the other’s liking. She was using earbuds so the audio of our sexual taunts wouldn’t blare out. She gave me a tour of the room to remind me of her surroundings, and then we talked dirty to each other for twenty minutes as we edged and stroked ourselves to orgasms.

God, I have a hot wife. She was spectacular, and knew the right things to say and remind me of about our lovemaking to bring me off. I did the same for her. We bid goodnight, and ended the call.

Ten o’clock the next morning, I had a text from Ally: ‘Operation went well. Mom still out of it and in recovery. Doctor says she will make a speedy recovery. She’ll be at home with us by dinner - a good sign for her healing.”

I sent a bouquet of flowers to Peggy, Allison’s mother. We were on good terms, and often when joking she told me that she liked me more than her daughter. Around dinner time Monday evening, Ally texted that her mom was home and doing well. ‘Only small after effects except for the incision that needs to be cared for; and taking some injections of antibiotics for a week.’ That was good news. Ally added, “Be ready for our call about nine p.m.’

Shortly after nine, my laptop signaled an incoming Facetime call. I answered to find Ally sitting on her bed in a bra and panties. I was wearing briefs and by our large bed with my laptop ready to interact.

She said, “Hi, Lover. I am so horny for you that I could about pop. Let’s jerk off and jill off. I’m dripping with my need for lovemaking with you.”

We each got naked and repositioned our laptop computers so that the other could have an optimal and complete view of each other’s body and genitals as we stroked off. Ally was so sexy, and her breasts had that fullness and jiggle that I loved so much. I was crossways on the bed watching my wife and stroking myself.

Once we were happy with the cameras, she produced a familiar-looking pink dildo, and pointed at it and teased me in a sweet and informative tone, “This is Trent, my old boyfriend. He’s always wanted to get into my pussy since we were together in high school. I tried to teach him about foreplay, but we were usually too eager to start fucking to wait that long. You know how I have you often skip that step; well, he was the same way.”

I took hold of my cock, but didn’t offer up any alternative description, such as whose pussy it was going to ejaculate in. We each began stroking. I used my left hand to fondle my balls as I stroked with my right. Ally was pinching her breasts with one hand, and she rubbed her clit or plunged two fingers in her twat with the other. We were both sitting up to watch the other on our small screens.