The New Neighbor - Part 1

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Adam felt just a hint of annoyance as he immersed his hands in the soapy water that filled the sink and located the handle of the grill spatula. He pulled it free from the water, grabbed the blue scrub sponge from the counter, and worked to clean the stubborn bits of hamburger that clung to the spatula like glue.

His annoyance wasn't so much that he was the one doing the dishes. He always did the dishes. The annoyance was because Grace seemed to have disappeared just after the last of their guests had left.

Each year they threw a party to mark the opening of their pool. They invited all their neighbors and everyone treated it as the unofficial start of summer. The date changed yearly based on the weather, but it was almost always during May as their little corner of the world got rather warm long before the official start of summer in late June.

The party had been a smashing success, as always. Adam grilled a dizzying array of foods, Grace handled the drinks, and a few helpful neighbors pitched in to ensure that everyone had what they needed to make it a memorable day.

The clean up was never fun, but they always did it together, hence Adam's gentle annoyance at being left to clean alone.

He stewed in that annoyance right up until Grace's laughter drew him out of his spiral. He set the spatula and sponge down and considered calling out his wife's name. She laughed again, though, and Adam found his frustration bubble over as it seemed obvious that she was watching TV or browsing on her phone instead of helping him.

Then a man's laughter joined in. Adam had thought all their guests had left, but perhaps he'd been wrong. Perhaps he was being quite rude in starting the clean up while they still had people over.

Adam followed the sound of the laughter towards the living room. He put a smile on his face to look as sociable as possible, but a question from his wife stopped him in his tracks.

"So how come you're single?" Grace asked.

There'd been only one single man at the party. Diego, the newest arrival to their sunny suburban neighborhood.

"Bad luck, I suppose," Diego answered. "Six months ago, I was engaged. Then I found out she was cheating on me. I ended it on the spot. I couldn't quite get over it, though, so I sold my house and moved. I needed a fresh start."

There was a pause and Adam stepped quietly towards the living room. He peered inside and saw Grace and Diego sitting on the couch. They were turned towards each other and each was resting an arm on the tops of the cushions.

To Adam's surprise, Grace shifted her hand forward and rested it atop Diego's. It was a remarkably intimate gesture - at least from Adam's point of view from a dozen feet behind the couch - and Diego seemed to think so too as he glanced at Grace's hand and smiled.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Diego."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you, Grace. It really is."

He turned his hand over and Grace's fingers moved down his forearm and over his palm in slow circles for just a few seconds. Then she rested her hand on top of his as they stared at each other without saying a word.

It took Adam a few moments to realize that his heart was pounding as he watched from an apparently hidden spot since neither his wife or their new neighbor seemed to notice his presence.

"You're very beautiful, Grace," Diego said. "Stunningly so, in fact."

She looked away, though her hand remained on top of his.

"You looked remarkable in your bikini. I could see that the other women were jealous of you, that they wished they looked even half as good as you in a swimsuit."

Adam felt a little lightheaded and he stepped aside to lean against the wall while he listened to another man attempt to seduce his wife.

"That's very kind of you to say, Diego," Grace finally replied. "And I'd be lying if I didn't say that you're also remarkably good looking."

Adam heard nothing for a few seconds and moved once more into the doorway. He saw that Diego had inched closer to Grace, that her fingers now rested on his bicep. Diego's other hand was out of sight, but the position of his arm suggested that he was resting his fingers on Grace's leg.

"Diego...we shouldn't," she said softly.

"I know. You're married. You were gracious enough to invite me into your home. It would be awful of me to kiss you. It's awful of me to even touch you in this way."

Adam knew that he should interrupt them. That was the smart thing to do. For some reason, though, he remained still in the doorway and watched as Diego inched closer to his wife.

"I want you, Grace. I've wanted you since we first met the week I moved in. I know it's wrong, but I can't help my desires."

Grace ran her fingers over Diego's bicep, which was well-defined in a manner unlike any other man in the neighborhood.

"I think you want me too," Diego said. "I think you've wanted me for as long as I've wanted you."

Adam watched the other man lean towards his wife. He saw Grace turn her head and thought she was rebuffing Diego's attempted kiss, but the other man's lips found her neck and Grace moaned as she gripped Diego's bicep.

"Oh, fuck," she said softly. "Diego...I...that feels so good."

Adam's hand moved between his legs and found an erection that he hadn't noticed spring to life. He grasped his stiff shaft through his swimsuit and stroked slowly as he watched Diego kiss Grace's neck repeatedly while she moaned.

"Do you want me, Grace?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

Adam very nearly moaned and he felt a drop of precum escape his cock and soak into the netting that encased his cock and balls inside his swimsuit.

"But I can't," she said. "I'm sorry, Diego, but I can't. It's...I can't do that to Adam. I can't."

Diego leaned back and Grace pulled her hand from his bicep.

"Very well, Grace. I apologize for putting you in the position of having to choose."

She looked away and then quickly found his gaze once more. "You don't have to apologize, Diego. I should be the one saying I'm sorry. I've been flirting with you since we met. I thought of it as harmless, but I was clearly leading you on and I'm sorry."

He smiled. "No apology necessary, Grace. It's been a pleasure flirting with you. It's been a pleasure...well, indulging in certain thoughts about you. I think you helped me get over my former fiancee, in fact."

Grace looked at her lap for a few seconds and then turned to Diego. "What kind of thoughts?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you've indulged in certain thoughts about me," she clarified. "What kind of thoughts are you talking about?"

"I shouldn't say," he answered with a smile that indicated that he very much wanted to share his thoughts.

"I shouldn't want you to say...but I do. Please, tell me, Diego. Please, share your fantasies with me."

He inched closer again. The hand Adam couldn't see moved once more to what must have been Grace's leg. "You fill my thoughts when I tend to myself, Grace."

"Tend to yourself?" she asked.

Diego smiled. "When I masturbate."

Grace moaned softly and Adam's cock felt as hard as it had ever been in his life. "And what am I doing in your thoughts?"

"You're making me feel good," he answered softly.

Grace looked at him. "How do I make you feel good, Diego?"

His arm moved. His hand must have moved. The hand that Adam couldn't see. The movement made Grace moan. She was wearing a shirt, but Adam wasn't sure if she'd put on her shorts or if she was still in her bikini bottoms.

"I've fantasized about many ways you could make me feel good, Grace," Diego said.

He leaned in. His lips neared her neck. They brushed against her skin before offering a series of soft kisses.

"I often fantasize about you making me feel good with your mouth," he said. "About you taking my cock between your soft lips and sucking me until I cum in your mouth."

Grace rolled her head back and moaned, this time loudly enough that it seemed certain she was receiving direct and pleasurable stimulation via Diego's hidden hand.

"Have you ever thought about making me feel good in that way, Grace?" Diego asked.

"Yes," she admitted.

Adam was stunned, both at his wife's admission of an oral-based fantasy and at the arousal he felt in response to her admission. His swimsuit was now soaked with precum and his dick was both remarkably stiff and extremely sensitive to touch, resulting in a wealth of pleasure with very little stimulation on his part.

"May I?" Diego asked.

Grace nodded and a moment later moaned loudly. Adam watched Diego's arm move in a manner that suggested he was fingering Grace.

"You're soaked," he said softly.

She moaned. "I know."

"For me?"

Grace nodded and turned towards him.

Diego smiled and leaned in, though he didn't kiss her. Instead, he said, "I fantasize about this pussy - about your pussy - making me feel good. I fantasize about fucking you, Grace, about filling your wet pussy and making you scream my name as I fuck you in a way no man has ever fucked you."

Grace leaned towards him and they kissed. Her mouth opened. His tongue slipped inside. She moaned into his mouth and his arm moved faster, suggesting he'd picked up the pace of his fingering.

"Diego...fuck...I'm cumming," she said.

Adam watched his wife climax with another man's fingers inside her. He stroked himself through his swimsuit and he very easily could have climaxed. He refrained, though, preferring instead to remain in the state of intense arousal that flooded his body.

After a lengthy orgasm, Diego pulled his fingers free from Grace's pussy and held them up. Adam marveled at how wet they were. It was proof that he'd been inside her, a notion that left Adam's body trembling with unexpected desire.

"Fuck...I shouldn't have let you do that," Grace said, though Adam didn't hear much regret in her voice.

"No, probably not," Diego replied with a smile. "I'll bet it felt good, though."

She laughed. "It felt incredible."

His fingers moved towards her lips and to Adam's surprise, Grace took them in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around Diego's fingers and sucked on them like she was giving a blowjob.

"Is this how you suck cock, Grace?" he asked.

She nodded.

"How exquisite. I want you to suck on more than my fingers, Grace. I think I deserve that, in fact. I made you feel good and I think it's only fair that you make me feel good."

He pulled his fingers free and lifted her shirt over her head in an instant. His hand moved to what Adam guessed was her breasts and she moaned.

"Untie my swimsuit, Grace," Diego instructed.

She reached over and seemingly did as their new neighbor desired.

"Now take me in your hand. Stroke me, Grace. Stroke my cock."

Grace's arm moved as if she was stroking his dick. Adam wished he had a better view. He wanted to see his wife's hand wrapped around another man's cock. It was an insane desire, and yet he felt it with every fiber of his being.

Then, without saying a word, Diego put a hand on the back of Grace's head and directed her to his lap. The sound of a blowjob soon filled the living room and reached Adam's ears in moments.

"That's it," Diego said. "Suck my cock, Grace. I can't tell you how long I've wanted this." He moaned. "Fuck, Grace, suck my cock and make me cum in your mouth."

Adam stroked himself through his swimsuit as he watched his wife's head bob up and down in Diego's lap. He couldn't believe how turned on he was, how thrilling it was to watch her suck their neighbor's cock with such vigor.

"Oh, fuck, Grace, take my cum in your mouth!" Diego said loudly. "Fuck, here it comes. Here it comes!"

Her head stopped moving as Diego grunted and groaned while cumming in her mouth.

Adam lost himself in the pleasure. He came in his swimsuit. He closed his mouth tight to keep quiet and had an orgasm that left him weak in the knees. What should have been horrifying - his wife blowing another man - was instead the source of the most potent climax he'd ever experienced.

Afterwards, Adam rushed towards the bedroom to change. He stripped in the bathroom, washed the cum out of his swimsuit, washed his still hard cock in the sink to clean up the cummy residue, and then hung his swimsuit over the shower door.

Adam turned to see Grace standing just a handful of feet away. She glanced at his stiff dick, smiled, and swiftly closed the distance between them.

Her lips were against his a moment later. Her tongue ventured into his mouth as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it tight through her bikini bottoms.

"You were watching?" she asked.

"I was."

"You came?"

"I did."

Grace smiled, kissed him again, and then put a hand on the top of his head and pushed down. Adam sank to his knees and looked up at his wife. She didn't have to say a word. He knew what she wanted.

Adam lowered her bikini bottoms, leaned in, and put his tongue to work on his wife's pussy, licking her to a wild and wondrous orgasm as they both acknowledged the intense thrill of her seduction by their new neighbor.