Entertaining the New Neighbor

“So, Kevin, are you single?” Lacey asked as she gently swirled the wine in her oversized glass.

Justin reached out, rested a hand on his wife’s knee, and said, “Whoa, babe, we’ve only known our new neighbor here for an hour. We don’t need to start digging into his personal life yet.”

Lacey looked up at him, flashed a quick smile, and replied, “I’m not digging in. I just want to know if he’s single. I have single friends, after all.”

“It’s not digging,” Kevin said. “I’m single. I’ve had a few long term relationships, but the last once ended just about a year ago.”

Lacey sipped her wine – just about emptying her glass in the process – tilted her head like she was studying their neighbor from across the coffee table, and asked, “Are you single by choice?”

Kevin chuckled. “Uh, well, I guess so, yeah.”

“I figured,” Lacey replied. “I can’t imagine a man as good looking as you would have much trouble getting a date if you really wanted one.”

Justin was tempted to gently admonish his wife for flirting with their neighbor – a man they’d met just a few days prior when he’d moved into the house two doors down from theirs – but he knew there was no point. Lacey couldn’t really help herself when she’d had a few glasses of wine and Kevin didn’t seem uncomfortable with it, so there was no point in trying to shut her down.

“I suppose you’re right about that,” Kevin said before taking a quick sip his wine. “I mean, I don’t know about the good looking part, but I do tend to have pretty good luck on dating apps. Heck, the other day a lovely looking woman gave me her number in a grocery store.”

“Did you call her?” Lacey asked.

Kevin shook his head. “I didn’t. Not yet, at least. It was only a few days ago.”

Lacey leaned into Justin and he put his arm around her. Her body felt warm against his and as he ran his fingers over the soft silk of her blouse he couldn’t help but feel just a touch of desire. That was at least in part due to the fact that Lacey tended to get a little wild in bed after she’d had some wine, and after two glasses she always got wild, which meant there was a very good chance his night would end exceptionally well.

“You must have needs,” Lacey said. “Needs that only a woman could meet.”

“Lacey, babe, I really think we should respect our new friend’s privacy,” Justin quickly replied. He didn’t mind his wife being a little flirty, but it felt like she was verging on probing way too deep into Kevin’s private life.

“Kevin, you’d tell me if I was being rude, wouldn’t you?” Lacey asked.

Kevin smiled and his gaze remained fixed on Lacey’s eyes, almost like it was just the two of them in the room. “I would,” he said. “And while I’m sure some guys would feel a little uncomfortable being asked questions like that, I find it a little bit refreshing, if I’m being honest.”

For a few seconds silence hung over the room. Lacey was clearly too impatient to let that linger for very long, though, as she quickly followed up with, “So, how do you meet your needs if you’re not dating?”

“Well, I’m not dating, but I do find ways to meet my needs,” Kevin answered in a manner that struck Justin as purposefully vague.

“Ahh, I see,” Lacey said. “That makes sense. I imagine a man like you doesn’t struggle much to entice a woman to sacrifice her typical standards and forgo the courting process in the name of a night of pleasure.”

Kevin glanced down at his glass – the first time he’d broken eye contact with Lacey since she’d begun her inquiry into his sex life – and sipped the rest of the wine before meeting her gaze once more and saying, “I like to think that I make it well worth their while.”

“I’m sure you do,” Lacey replied.

Justin wasn’t entirely sure what was going on between his wife and their new neighbor, but it seemed to have gone far beyond the mild flirting Lacey usually did when she’d had a few glasses of wine. He didn’t want to be rude – to his wife or to Kevin – but it felt like they were standing right on the edge of the whole conversation being completely and utterly inappropriate.

“Justin, darling, we could use a little more wine,” Lacey said. “Would you mind opening another bottle?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” he replied. Justin didn’t really want to open another bottle – it seemed to him that Lacey had had enough – but outside of the strange turn the conversation had taken over the last handful of minutes, Justin was having a great time getting to know their neighbor and he wanted it to continue. So, he got up and headed for the kitchen in search of another bottle of wine.

“These women – these generous friends of yours – do you use a dating app to find them?” Lacey asked.

“I do,” Kevin replied as Justin walked out of the living room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen, depriving him of the rest of the conversation.

“Shit,” Justin said as he opened the wine cabinet – really just a lower cabinet they’d converted – and saw it was empty. He turned to the refrigerator in hopes of an open bottle of white and discovered that they had nothing.

Justin headed for the garage to see if they had any extra bottles just waiting to be put in the wine cabinet, but all he found were a handful of empty boxes. It seemed that he’d forgotten to place a new order, leaving their stores of wine completely empty. Perhaps it was for the best, though, as Lacey really did seem like she was on the verge of getting a little too friendly with Kevin.

Justin returned to the living room to deliver the bad news and stopped when he saw that Lacey had moved and was now seated next to Kevin on the far smaller, cozier of the two couches they’d bought upon moving into the house. She was seated awfully close – their legs were touching – and was leaning in as he showed her something on his phone that was apparently interesting enough that neither of them looked up at Justin when he stopped at the edge of the living room.

“Wow, she’s beautiful,” Lacey said.

“Yeah,” Kevin replied.

Lacey looked at him and then back at his phone before pausing a moment and asking, “Is she more beautiful than I am?”

They looked at each other and Kevin studied Lacey’s face for a moment before answering, “No, not even close.”

A slow smile crossed Lacey’s face and she subtly leaned closer to Kevin. Justin was convinced his wife wanted their new neighbor to kiss her, which is why he stepped into the living room and said, “Sorry to disappoint, but it seems that we’ve finished the last bottle of wine.”

Lacey and Kevin both looked up at him – though neither seemed the slightest bit embarrassed that they’d acted so intimately with Justin standing right there – and she said, “Would you be a dear and run out to buy a few more bottles? It’s only a ten minute drive to the BevMo. You’d be back in no time.”

Justin wasn’t sure what to do. He was suddenly a little uncomfortable at the idea of leaving his wife alone with Kevin, in large part because Lacey was behaving in a manner he’d never really witnessed before. And yet, there was something in the back of Justin’s head urging him to grab his keys and go to the BevMo. He wasn’t sure why, but that little something won out.

“Sure, yeah, I’ll be right back,” he said.

Lacey smiled and immediately turned her attention back to Kevin. She leaned towards him, put a hand on his knee, and looked at his phone again as Kevin seemed to be showing her the women he’d hooked up with via Tinder or whatever dating app he’d picked.

Against his better judgment, Justin turned, grabbed his keys from the hook by the door, and headed out to the driveway. He got in the front seat of the car, turned it on, put it in reverse, and then sat there with his foot on the break. He looked up at the house – the curtains were closed and he couldn’t see anything – but he imagined Kevin and Lacey sitting close to each other and looking at the women Kevin had presumably fucked. He imagined Lacey flirting and touching their new neighbor.

Justin reached towards the ignition button and his fingers hovered over it as a battle played out in his head. The safe thing was to go back inside and put an end to the evening. The dangerous thing was to go to the BevMo and let Lacey play out whatever game she and Kevin were indulging in.

Ultimately, Justin chose the dangerous game. He backed out of the driveway and headed for the liquor store. The whole way he thought of Lacey sitting so close to Kevin. He thought of the brief sight of her hand on their neighbor’s leg. He thought of the way Kevin had stared at her from across the living room during the flirty conversation before Justin had gotten up to search for more wine.

Justin found himself taking more time than was necessary in the BevMo. He couldn’t quite think clearly, so he ended up roaming the aisles and staring at the many bottles of red wine, any of which would have gotten the job done.

Eventually, ten minutes after entering the store, Justin headed for the parking lot with half a dozen bottles of wine. He carefully placed them in the backseat and then headed home. As he approached their street, Justin’s heart started pounding from a mysterious sense of excitement. He wasn’t sure what he’d find inside – or what he wanted to find – and he slowed down while heading up their street, as if he was suddenly nervous about what waited in the house.

Justin pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. He looked up at the window but he saw nothing. Of course he saw nothing, though. The curtains were closed. Justin’s hands remained on the steering wheel as he wondered what he actually wanted to see inside. Did he want to see Lacey and Kevin back on opposite couches? Did he want to see them still going through women on his phone? Did he want something more? Was his heart pounding so hard because he actually wanted to see his wife doing more than flirting with their neighbor?

Justin took a deep breath, got out of the car, grabbed the wine from the backseat, and headed for the front door. He listened for a moment – and heard nothing – before slipping his key in the lock and trying his best to enter the house quietly. He shut the door just as gently as he’d opened it and stood there in the foyer to listen. Again he heard nothing, so Justin slowly walked towards the living room.

He was surprised to find it empty. Three wine glasses were on the coffee table but Lacey and Kevin were nowhere to be found. Justin set the wine down and moved quickly and quietly towards the kitchen, only to find it empty. He looked on the back porch, but that too was empty.

Then Justin heard something from upstairs. It sounded like a moan and his heart skipped a beat, but Justin wasn’t going to jump to any conclusions. He moved towards the stairs and waited for a few seconds at the bottom as he stared up into the darkness. He heard a moan. A sensual moan. Someone was moaning upstairs.

Justin took a deep breath, grabbed the railing, and slowly made his way upstairs. He purposefully skipped the stair that always squeaked and stopped a few steps from the top. He heard another moan. It was Lacey and it was coming from their bedroom. The door was open a crack and it was the only source of light in the otherwise dark hallway.

Yet another moaned reached his ears and Justin wondered if Lacey was masturbating. Perhaps Kevin had left and Lacey had run upstairs to get started on satisfying the desire that a little bit of wine had clearly helped birth.

Justin took a tentative step towards the bedroom and stopped when he noticed a pair of pink lace panties resting on the hallway floor. He bent down, picked them up, and ran his fingers over the soft material. A moment later he found the wetness. Justin held the panties up and stared at a distinct wet spot in the gusset. Lacey had been turned on before she’d stripped her panties off. She moaned again. Perhaps she’d left her panties on the floor as a little treat for him when he got home.

Then Justin heard a deeper moan. A man’s moan. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest and an inexplicable surge of excitement between his legs as panic and lust mingled inside him. Justin gripped his wife’s panties tightly and tiptoed down the hallway and towards the sliver of light emanating from the bedroom.

He peered through the opening in the door and saw Lacey on her knees in the bed. She was naked and her head was bobbing up and down in Kevin’s lap. She was sucking his cock. She was absolutely, positively giving their new neighbor a blowjob in their bedroom.

“Fuck, Lacey, that feels incredible,” Kevin said as he rested his hand on the back of Lacey’s head. That seemed to inspire her to try and take him deeper as Justin heard his wife gag a little, though that didn’t slow her down.

Justin felt a tightness in his underwear and looked down to see a considerable bulge in his pants. Arousal coursed through his loins and he reached down, grasped his erection, and stroked himself through the denim of his jeans. His eyes turned back to the blowjob unfolding in his bedroom and Justin felt a kind of pleasure he wasn’t familiar with. Something that would have enraged most men had helped him tap into a deep well of lust he never knew existed inside him.

Lacey’s head popped up and she looked at Kevin and said, “Do I suck dick better than those girls you’ve been seeing?”

Kevin smiled. “Damn right you do.”

“Get on your back,” she replied. “Let me show you that I fuck better than those girls, too. Let me show you how good my pussy can make this beautiful cock of yours feel.”

Kevin moved to his back and Lacey straddled him. Justin’s heart pounded as he watched his wife rub the tip of another man’s bare cock over her pussy lips. There were no condoms in the house – Lacey was on birth control so there was no reason for them – so of course they were going to have unprotected sex, and for some reason Justin’s cock throbbed even harder at the idea of watching Kevin fill Lacey without any sense of protection.

She took his cock inside her and slowly sat down. They both moaned and Justin couldn’t help but unzip his pants and free his now painfully stiff erection. He wrapped his fingers around it and an even deeper form of pleasure exploded between his legs. He closed his lips tightly to prevent a moan from escaping, for he didn’t want to alert Lacey and Kevin to his presence.

“Does that feel good?” Lacey asked as she began to slowly move her hips back and forth over Kevin’s stiff cock.

He smiled and reached up to play with her breasts. “Your pussy is perfect, Lacey.”

She moved a little faster over his cock and the sounds of her wetness reached Justin’s ears, indicating his wife was immensely aroused with someone else’s cock inside her.

“Is my pussy better than those other girls you’ve been fucking?” Lacey asked.

“It is,” Kevin answered. “You’re making me feel so good, Lacey.”

Justin marveled at what seemed to be his wife’s sense of competitiveness or even jealousy at the women Kevin had been hooking up with. Was she just having fun, or was she really driven to make him feel better than those other women – those total strangers – had made him feel? It didn’t make any sense to him, but that didn’t stop Justin from finding immense pleasure in witnessing her lust to satisfy their new neighbor.

“I like the way you play with my tits,” Lacey said. “You can be a little rougher if you want, though. I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it that way.”

Lacey moaned and reached back to rest her hands on Kevin’s legs just above his knees. She arched her back and rolled her head towards the ceiling, giving Justin a perfect view of Kevin’s hands on her breasts. He was, in fact, being a little bit rougher. He was squeezing her flesh harder than Justin ever remembered squeezing it and Lacey moaned as he did so. Justin wondered if his wife had always enjoyed a bit of rough play and had simply never said anything or if she was just trying something new with the relative stranger she was fucking in their bed.

“Just like that,” she said as her hips moved back and forth over his cock, no doubt milking his stiff shaft with the slickness and heat of her pussy. “Oh, fuck, Kevin, your dick feels so good inside me.”

Kevin moaned as Lacey’s hips moved even faster, like she was in pursuit of an orgasm and she wasn’t going to stop until she felt the pleasure of it rip through her body.

“Kevin, I’m close,” she said.

He squeezed her breasts even harder and Lacey’s head whipped forward before she let out a long, low, orgasmic moan. Justin watched his wife’s hips tremble as she climaxed on another man’s cock. He felt intense pleasure surge through his body and he realized he was on the cusp of cumming right along with Lacey.

There was no stopping it, and because he didn’t want to make a huge mess, Justin wrapped his wife’s panties around his cock and unleashed his load. He bit his lip to keep his moans at bay and rested his free hand against the wall to ensure he didn’t topple over from the overwhelming nature of an orgasm that left his body trembling from head to toe.

Lacey leaned down and kissed Kevin in a manner that struck Justin as astoundingly passionate. “Thank you,” she said softly. “That was incredible. Now I want to make you cum before Justin gets home. How do you want me?”

“On your back,” Kevin answered.

Lacey dismounted and moved to her back. Kevin quickly moved between her legs, slipped his cock into her pussy, and buried every inch inside her. He lowered his body on top of hers and they kissed as Kevin began to fuck her. Her moans quickly filled the bedroom and Lacey wrapped her legs tightly around him.

Justin watched for a few moments before turning away from the bedroom door and tiptoeing down the hallway. He put his cock back into his pants, tucked the cum-soaked panties into his pocket, and headed downstairs.

Justin quickly ran through his options before settling on leaving and pretending that he’d never come home. He grabbed the wine, quietly opened the door, and headed for the car. A minute later he was back on the road. Justin wasn’t sure how long it would take Kevin to cum, but for some reason he wanted to give his wife and their neighbor time to finish before returning.

He tried not to think too hard about why he’d been so turned on by his wife’s infidelity, for Justin was still under the post-orgasmic halo of pleasure and he felt no desire to let that wash away before fully enjoying it. The undoubtedly complicated motivations for his pleasure could be dealt with at another time. For the moment, he was simply going to enjoy the aftermath of a great orgasm.