The Neighbors are Coming for Dinner

“Henry, did you set the table?” Charlotte called out from the kitchen. It was the third time she’d asked.

Henry had a smile on his face as he walked into the kitchen, stepped behind his beautiful blonde wife, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“That’s the third time you’ve asked, and yes, the table is still set. It looks beautiful, too. You don’t have to worry so much. They’re our neighbors. It’s not like we’re hosting your boss and his wife for a dinner party. It’s just a casual get together with two people we’d like to be friends with,” Henry said. He hadn’t seen his wife this anxious in a long time.

Charlotte turned around and smiled at her husband. “I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so worked up.”

“I don’t either, but it’s kind of cute,” Henry said.

She laughed and playfully hit his chest before leaning in for a tight hug.

“I just feel this weird need to impress Victoria,” Charlotte said as clung tightly to Henry.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he assured her. “I get it, I think. They’re the kind of couple people aspire to be, honestly. They’re successful, well put together, good looking people that seem to have a handle on life.”

Charlotte leaned back and looked at her husband. “You think Victoria is good looking?”

He couldn’t tell if she was serious or just being playful. She did have a habit of being a little insecure.

“They’re both good looking. You know that. You can’t possibly deny that. I mean, come on,” he said.

Charlotte stared at him for a few seconds before relaxing into a smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Victoria and her husband Andrew were exceptionally good looking people. Henry wasn’t afraid to admit that. He was unquestionably attracted to Victoria and had spent more than a little time enjoying the view of her hanging out in a swimsuit by her pool.

“And you know what? I’m sure they’ll be impressed. You’re an exceptionally good cook, Charlotte, and our house is beautiful. Plus, it’s not like you had to ask a dozen times to get them to come over. They happily accepted your invitation.”

“That’s true,” Charlotte said as she turned back to the stove to tend to the food.

“Good. So we both agree that there’s no reason for you to feel anxious or even the slightest bit stressed.”

Charlotte laughed and said, “Yes.”

“And you’re still going to feel a little bit of anxiety and stress until they get here, right?”

This time she laughed louder. “You know me so well,” she said before giving Henry a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yes I do,” he said. “With that in mind, I’ll make another swing through the house to make sure everything looks perfect before they get here.”

“Thank you. I love you,” Charlotte said.

“The food was exceptionally good, Charlotte. Your husband is lucky to be married to someone with such a remarkable talent in the kitchen,” Victoria said as they sat down in the living room for after dinner drinks.

“Thank you, Victoria. That’s very kind of you,” Charlotte replied.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Henry asked.

Andrew reached out and grasped his wife’s hand as he smiled. “We’re coming up on our twentieth anniversary.”

“Wow,” Charlotte said with genuine delight in her voice. “My parents couldn’t even make it to ten years. That’s amazing, and you seem genuinely happy together.”

“We are,” Victoria said as she smiled at her husband and caressed his knee.

There was something about the gesture that struck Henry as a little more intimate than he would have expected. They were in someone else’s home after all, and it looked like Victoria was trying to arouse her husband.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your secret?” Charlotte asked.

The secret to a long, happy marriage was one of Charlotte’s obsessions. Her parents had gotten divorced after ten years, but they’d been unhappy for at least five years before that and their misery had rubbed off on their children.

Charlotte had been very clear with Henry that she was going to work hard to make sure their marriage stayed strong and happy and that she expected the same from him. That work also included seeking out as much information as possible from people that had genuinely happy marriages.

Victoria and Henry both smiled at Charlotte’s question. It was like they were amused at a shared secret.

“We could tell you the secret that makes our marriage work, but it’s not something that every couple wants to hear. In fact, some couples have gotten quite upset when we’ve shared,” Victoria said.

Henry leaned forward. His interest had been piqued. Now he needed to know their secret.

“I can’t speak for Charlotte, but I’d really like to know,” he said.

“I would too,” Charlotte said. “Even if it’s not something we’d ever do – for whatever reason – I’d still like to know.”

“I recognize something of myself in you, Charlotte,” Victoria said. “I see the same drive to make my life exactly as I wanted it to be, including my marriage. I think that’s why I’ve liked you from the moment we met.”

“That’s very nice of you,” Charlotte said with a hint of shyness in her voice.

“It’s also why I’d like to watch my husband fuck you.”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide and Henry nearly spit up the sip of whiskey he’d just taken.

“I’m sorry?” Henry said.

Victoria turned to him and smiled. “That’s how we keep things fresh and interesting, Henry. My husband and I have an open marriage. We’re both free to explore sex with other people, and sometimes that means watching.” She took a slow sip of her wine before saying, “And tonight I’d like to watch my husband fuck your wife.”

A few seconds of silence hung over the room before Charlotte spoke up.

“So, you’re swingers?”

“That’s correct,” Andrew said. “It started about ten years ago. Our marriage had hit a lull and we identified that the staleness in our sex life was the root cause of it. In a situation not unlike the one we’re in right now, an older couple introduced us to the idea of swinging. It turned out to be the right prescription for what ailed our marriage.”

“So, you don’t mind that your wife has sex with other men?” Henry asked.

“Why would I? It’s just sex, Henry. It’s not like she’s going to leave me for one of those men, and it would be awfully patriarchal of me to get offended at the very idea that someone else had penetrated my wife, wouldn’t it? It’s not like she’s my property or that I’m granted exclusive use of her body simply because we’re married.”

“You don’t want to have sex with Henry?” Charlotte asked as she looked at Victoria.

The beautiful older woman smiled as she looked at Henry. “No, darling. I don’t. He seems like a lovely man and a genuinely wonderful husband, but he’s not the sort of man that inspires great lust in a woman, is he?”

Henry felt a rush of anger as he stared at Victoria. How dare she insult him like that? How dare she come into his home, eat his food, and then demean him in front of his wife. He looked at his wife and waited for her to say something. It didn’t seem like she was going to speak in his defense, though.

Charlotte saw his stare and what must have been a certain measure of distress on his face. “I can’t exactly get mad at her for not wanting to sleep with my husband, can I?” she said.

“Andrew is that kind of man, Charlotte. I’m sure you’ve already noticed. He’s tall, strong, handsome, and exceptionally confident, and with good reason. He’s the kind of man that will fuck you like I’m quite certain you’ve never been fucked,” Victoria explained.

Henry couldn’t believe how bold their neighbor was being. He couldn’t believe that she was openly trying to convince Charlotte to cheat on him.

“You know, this is starting to feel inappropriate,” Henry said.

Victoria turned to him. “Is it, Henry? Or is your wife staring at my husband and wondering if everything I just said is true?”

Henry looked at Charlotte and saw that her gaze was indeed locked on Andrew. There was a genuine curiosity on her face, and perhaps even a hint of desire.

“Charlotte, please,” Henry said.

“Is there something you’d like to tell your husband, Charlotte?” Victoria asked.

Charlotte turned to Henry. She squirmed a little. Her face softened as she smiled. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“Sorry for what?” Henry asked.

Charlotte looked down and into her wine glass, like she couldn’t bear to hold her husband’s gaze. “Victoria’s right,” she said in a voice so quiet he had to lean closer to hear her.

Henry looked across the coffee table at their guests. They were both smiling, though there was no sense of victory or gloating on their part. They didn’t look the slightest bit uncomfortable, either, despite the fact that they were witnessing Henry’s discovery of a very painful truth.

“Right about what?” he asked.

Charlotte reached out and took his hand as she looked up at him. Their eyes met and she said, “You’re not the sort of man that inspires great lust in a woman, Henry.”

At first, Henry felt an overwhelming sense of anguish. It was the last thing he wanted to hear from his wife. It felt like the opposite of what he believed about himself. He was certain that Charlotte always had orgasms when they had sex.

“But, I thought our sex life was good,” he said.

“It is good, Henry,” Charlotte insisted.

“But it’s not great, is it?” Victoria chimed in.

Charlotte shook her head.

“It can be great,” Andrew said as he put his glass down on the coffee table. “I can make it great. I can show you what great sex feels like. Victoria and I can show you both that there’s a whole world of sexual pleasure you haven’t experienced.”

Henry looked at his wife. She looked away from him and towards their neighbors.

“Henry, why don’t you come sit next to me?” Victoria suggested as Andrew stood up.

Henry looked at Charlotte. He pleaded silently for her to make this stop, to tell their neighbors that she wasn’t interested.

“It’s okay, Henry. We’re not going to make you do anything you’re not interested in, I promise. Your wife will be in very good hands with Andrew.”

Again Henry looked at Charlotte. This time, she offered a quick, subtle nod. His shoulders slumped and he stood up. He sat next to Victoria and watched as Andrew sat on the couch next to Charlotte.

“See, that wasn’t so scary, was it?” Victoria asked as she reached out and caressed Henry’s knee. Her touch was gentle and surprisingly soothing.

“You’re exquisitely beautiful, Charlotte,” Andrew said.

“Thank you,” the young blonde whispered.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?”

Charlotte moved down the couch until she was snuggled up next to Andrew, who put his arm around her.

Andrew tilted her chin upwards and brought his lips to hers. They shared a surprisingly tender kiss.

“That was nice,” Charlotte said.

Andrew responded by kissing her again. There was far more lust this time, with much of it coming from Charlotte. She seemed eager, like the first kiss had unlocked a deep well of hidden desire.

“How does it feel to watch your wife kiss another man, Henry?” Victoria asked as her hand moved towards his crotch.

“I…I don’t know,” he answered. “It’s weird.”

The truth was, Henry was aroused. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the kiss or because a beautiful woman was caressing his thigh and getting awfully close to his cock, though.

Andrew’s hand moved to Charlotte’s chest and he caressed her breasts through the thin material of the dress she’d worn for their dinner.

Victoria’s hand moved between Henry’s legs and she felt his erection. “I think you’re being dishonest, Henry. I think it turns you on to watch my husband kiss your wife. I think you’re hard because you want this.”

“I don’t know,” Henry said.

Victoria moved closer. Henry felt her breath on his neck as she leaned in. “It’s okay to want this, Henry,” she whispered. “I promise, this will make your marriage stronger and your sex life better. You won’t regret embracing this.”

Henry saw his wife look at him. He saw a flash of jealousy in her eyes. Charlotte responded by reaching between Andrew’s legs and grasping his erection through his pants. Henry’s cock throbbed as he watched his wife behave in such a wanton manner.

“I want this,” he finally admitted. His mind and body were awash in desire. He couldn’t be certain of the origin, but there was no question he was turned on.

Victoria’s hand left Henry’s crotch and she sat upright once more. She looked across the coffee table at Charlotte stroking Andrew’s cock and smiled.

“Why don’t you take my husband’s cock out, Charlotte? Unzip his pants and pull him out. Get a good look at the cock that will soon be inside you,” Victoria suggested.

Charlotte slowly unzipped Andrew’s pants and delicately reached in to retrieve his cock. It took some doing, but soon his fully erect and remarkably large dick appeared.

“He’s quite large, isn’t he?” Victoria asked as she watched Charlotte’s awed reaction. “I suspect it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he’s quite a bit larger than your husband, isn’t he?”

Charlotte nodded as she slowly stroked Andrew’s big cock. Henry couldn’t keep his eyes off of it either. It was like the kind of dick he regularly saw in porn and nothing like the much smaller dick that rested between his legs.

“Why don’t you take me in your mouth, Charlotte?” Andrew said as his hand moved through her soft blonde hair and came to rest on the back of her head. A bit of gentle pressure was all it took to get Charlotte to move to his lap.

Henry’s cock throbbed as he watched his wife blow another man. It didn’t need Victoria’s help this time. He was erect, aroused, and eager for more, despite having protested all of it.

“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Victoria asked as she turned to Henry. “Doesn’t it turn you on to see your beautiful wife sucking my husband’s big cock? Just look at the way her lips stretch around him. Look at how her head bobs up and down in his lap. Look at how badly she wants to pleasure him.”

Henry let Victoria’s words invade his brain and guide his thinking. He saw Charlotte’s passion for the other man’s cock. He saw how badly she wanted to make him feel good. He saw her obvious lust for giving head.

“Henry, I need you to help me,” Victoria said.

He looked over and saw the beautiful older woman lifting her skirt and pulling off her panties. Her pussy was smooth and her labia looked enflamed with desire.

“I need you to eat my pussy, Henry. Give me pleasure just like your wife is pleasuring my husband,” she said in a seductive voice that he couldn’t resist.

As much as he wanted to watch what was happening across from him, Henry dropped to his knees and moved between Victoria’s legs. She grabbed his head and pulled him between them, putting him in a perfect position to worship her pussy.

“That’s it,” Victoria said. “That’s a good boy. I knew you’d be good at eating pussy. Men like you are always good at eating pussy.”

Henry wondered what she meant for a few moments, but pushed the thought out of his head to concentrate on the glorious taste of Victoria’s cunt. He listened to her moans and Andrew’s groans as he too received oral pleasure.

“I want you to strip for me,” Andrew said.

Henry reflexively moved to turn around. He wanted to see his wife get naked for Andrew. Victoria tightly gripped his head and kept him in place, though.

“Your wife is going to sit on my husband’s cock, Henry, and I know you want to watch. You want to see her pussy lips stretch out around his thickness. You want to see him reach places inside here that your cock has never been. That’s not your place right now, though. You need to finish worshiping my pussy before you can watch.”

She was right. Henry wanted to watch. He desperately wanted to watch. He didn’t, though. He stayed focused on the task at hand.

“Is your pussy wet, Charlotte?” Andrew asked.

“It is,” she answered.

“Would you like to sit on my cock?” he asked.

“Very much so,” Henry’s wife said.

A few moments later Charlotte moaned. It was a long, loud expression of pure pleasure as another man’s cock filled her. Henry licked Victoria’s pussy furiously. He was on a mission to make her cum so he could see his wife ride another man’s dick.

“It’s so beautiful, Henry,” Victoria said. “It’s so beautiful to see your wife enjoy my husband’s big cock. You’re going to love watching.”

Charlotte moaned louder along with the sounds of sex.

“Yes, Henry. Make me cum. Make me cum as my husband shows your beautiful wife what it’s like to have a real man’s cock inside her!” Victoria cried out.

A loud moan came from Charlotte moments later. Henry wondered if Victoria’s dirty talk was arousing his wife.

“Yes, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Victoria said as her thighs clamped down on Henry’s head. “That was very good, Henry,” she added before releasing his head. “You may watch now.”

Henry moved back to the couch and directed his attention to the sex show happening across from him. Charlotte was naked and riding Andrew’s big cock. Her blonde hair bounced as she moved up and down on the thick dick inside her. Her ass looked perfect and the way Andrew moved his strong hands over the soft skin of her back was exceptionally arousing.

“You’re about to watch your wife have an orgasm with someone else’s cock inside her, Henry,” Victoria whispered as she casually stroked Henry’s thigh. “Your marriage is about to change forever.”

Henry looked at her. He suddenly felt scared. He wasn’t sure he wanted his marriage to change, especially since he had no idea what kind of change Victoria was talking about.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “It will be a change for the better. It will be a change that ensures you have many happy anniversaries as a couple.”

When her fingers reached Henry’s crotch, he smiled and looked towards his wife again. His cock was so hard it hurt. He was dripping so much precum he’d stained the front of his pants.

Charlotte wasn’t the talkative type when she was having sex, so it was no surprise to Henry that she simply moaned louder and longer when she climaxed. She threw her head back and stopped bouncing in favor of grinding back and forth on Andrew’s cock. The other man reached up and played with her tits, seemingly enhancing her climax as exceptionally loud moans of pleasure filled the living room.

After her orgasm, Charlotte leaned forward and rested against Andrew. She kissed the other man softly and whispered, “Thank you.”

“Wasn’t that beautiful?” Victoria whispered.

“Yes, it was,” Henry answered as he continued to stare at his wife.

“I want to make you cum,” Charlotte said to the man whose cock was still buried deep inside her.

Andrew looked up at her and smiled before saying, “Why don’t you ride me in reverse cowgirl. Give your husband a little bit of a show.”

Charlotte quickly spun around and Henry stared at his wife’s beautiful, lean body as she began to ride Andrew’s big cock.

Victoria still had her hand on the bulge in Henry’s pants. “Look at your wife, Henry. Look at her riding my husband’s cock. Look at her working to make him cum. Look at how badly she wants him to cum inside her.”

Henry did as he was told, though he couldn’t have torn his eyes away from the sexual spectacle happening in his bedroom if he’d wanted to.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it Charlotte? You want my husband’s cum inside you?” Victoria asked.

“Yes,” Charlotte said between heavy breaths as she continued to work the other man’s big dick with her pussy.

“You hear that, honey? She wants you to flood her pussy with your load. Are you going to do that? Are you going to give this pretty young thing your cum?” Victoria asked her husband.

“I would hate to disappoint her,” Andrew said as his hands reached up to play with Charlotte’s perky tits.

“My husband is going to cum in your wife, Henry. His seed is going to fill her womb. Does that turn you on? Is your cock even harder now?” Victoria said as she stroked Henry faster.

His cock was harder, but it might have been because Victoria was vigorously jerking him off through his pants. It might have been because he was immensely aroused.

“Do you want him to cum inside her, Henry?”

He nodded.

“I need you to say it, Henry. Tell my husband that you want him to cum in your wife’s pussy.”

Charlotte closed her eyes and moaned. It seemed like she was well on her way to another orgasm. Henry felt close, too.

“Say it, Henry. Admit it. Tell him what you want. Tell your wife what you want. Tell all of us what you want,” Victoria said as she continued to play with his cock.

“I want Andrew to cum in my wife’s pussy,” Henry admitted. “Please, cum inside her.”

Moments later, Charlotte had another orgasm. Andrew grabbed her waist and kept fucking his big cock up into her pussy. He groaned louder. Henry watched the other man’s balls contract. He knew an orgasm was moments away.

“Cum inside me. Please, cum inside me,” Charlotte said.

Her words pushed Henry over the top. He came in his pants as his wife expressed her desire for another man’s seed inside her.

Victoria stopped stroking him and watched as a wet spot formed in the front of his pants.

“I’m cumming!” Andrew cried out.

He pushed Charlotte down onto his cock and emptied his balls inside her. It seemed to go on for quite some time. Some of the cum began to leak out of her and down to his balls.

“Why don’t you get us a few towels, Henry? We have a mess to clean up, after all,” Victoria said.

Henry was in a daze as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. He retrieved a handful of white towels and returned to the living room to find his wife engaged in a deep, slow kiss with Andrew. His cock was still inside her and his cum was still leaking out of her.

“Thank you,” Victoria said as she stood and took the towels from Henry.

As her husband continued to kiss Charlotte, Victoria cleaned up the cum that had leaked out of her and tossed the towel back to Henry.

Andrew deftly maneuvered Charlotte so she was facing him once more, doing it without letting his cock slip from her pussy. Then he grabbed her ass and stood up.

“Which way to the bedroom?” he asked.

“That way,” Charlotte said as she pointed down the hallway.

Henry stood and watched as another man carried his naked wife down the hallway and into their bedroom.

“Like I said, your marriage is never going to be the same,” Victoria said as she stepped closer to Henry. “Don’t worry though. You’re going to have so much fun once you learn to embrace your wife’s newly unleashed sexuality.”

Henry listened to Charlotte moaning in the bedroom. She was already getting fucked again. He couldn’t believe that Andrew could recover so quickly or that Charlotte would want more sex after two orgasms. Victoria was right. His marriage had unquestionably changed. He hoped she was right about it being for the better, too.