Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 11: Assess and Repeat
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Assess and Repeat - New house, new neighbors, new rules. They open their marriage yet live in suburban normalcy. They push their boundaries aside with consent, curiosity, and a growing sense of community. Their group of friends expands with erotic adventures. They grow in multiple dimensions, mostly about their ability to love and savor their lust, first with each other and then with the others.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Mid-afternoon on Saturday, the six of us sat in my home’s living room: Jim, Darlene, Sven, KC, Ally, and me. The explicit purpose was for us to acknowledge and talk about the open sex that we’d shared the past evening that was a first for all of us. I guess the morning sex counted, too. I felt that I needed some closure and agreement about what had happened, though I’d been an active participant. I needed a sense of the future with the group, too.
Before I could initiate any remarks, KC took the reins. “Thank you all. We need to share some thinking about the sex of last night. To start that process, here is an envelope for each of you. In it are a random number of green and red pieces of paper. Those are to express your opinions about a couple of questions that we can do with some degree of anonymity, if you wish.”
I looked inside my envelope and sure enough there were about a dozen small one-inch squares of red and an equal number on green paper.
KC said, “I’m passing around another envelope – empty for starts. You put a red square in if you didn’t care for what happened last night and would prefer not to participate in something like that again, or a green square if you would like to repeat what happened on some basis. There will be other questions along the same vein, but this seemed to me to be the overarching one we should consider as we start out talk. This way, we’ll know the lens that each of us is using to think about what we did.”
KC passed the empty envelope around, held high. Each person palmed their ‘vote’ into the open receptacle. When we’d voted, KC said, “When I dump these out on the coffee table, we’ll know the overall impressions of last evening. That, at least, can help us appreciate the comments in our evaluation going forward today.”
KC reached into the envelope and made a show of mixing up the votes, and then dumped them out onto the table. There were six green square and no red ones. KC clapped her hands with glee, “Hey, everyone is like me; we liked the evening in some way and want some continuation of what happened. Count me in for sure, I liked everything that happened. I like you and verge on nymphomania, so what could be better than a night spent fucking by multiple men and eating two other pussies.” She laughed with gaiety and the rest of us joined her.
Jim spoke up, “I’m not shy about this. I enjoyed being with you Ally and you KC, not to dishonor my wife in anyway. I don’t know that I’d ever been so aroused or sexually excited in my life especially when Darlene and I started having sex together. Darlene and I started sex with each other early in our teens. We both dated others in college, but stayed close to each other.”
Darlene was nodding and grinning, and so were the others. She said, “I went into the experience thinking about things being a novelty and an adventure, but ... what happened blew my mind. The excitement of being with two new men was indescribable and fulfilling. I love both of you other gentlemen by the way, and I mean in a romantic way as well as a sexually. I am so grateful for everything that happened.”
Sven volunteered, “I enjoyed everything. I felt an emotional connection with each of you, too, plus, as you’ve already mentioned, the excitement, arousal, and physical pleasure. I certainly hope we continue on some frequent basis with what happened.” By the time he stopped speaking, he had a lecherous grin.
Ally went next around the circle of participants, talking about the parts of the event she especially liked. “I thought that I’d like what was going to happen, but wasn’t entirely sure going in. Part of my concern was how Doug would take it. Personally, I loved it.
“Doug and I, and then with KC, have an active sex life. Adding three new people was such a pleasure for me – the kissing, touching, oral play, lovemaking, fucking, and cuddling reached my inner-most being in a positive way. I specifically want to say that I loved that I got to play with men and women.” She gestured for me to say something next.
I volunteered, “I was probably the most hesitant of the six of us as I discovered that the arc of the evening was going to include sex. I did not want to do – and do not want to do – anything that would jeopardize my love for Ally, our marriage, and more recently my love and relationship with KC. I was scared that anything sexual would upset those.
“Watching you two gentlemen have sex with each of my ‘wives’ for the first time blew apart my brain leaving a mix of every emotion you could think of. I will retain the visual images of those scenes the rest of my life. They were hyper-arousing. Of course, my ego was worried that they’d like the sex with you better than me, that in some way you were masterfully more attractive and desirable not only as lovers, but also as long-term mates.”
Jim was nodding in agreement with my comments. He whispered under his breath, “Me, too.”
I continued, “Then the arousal kicked in like second and third lightning bolts to my head as I watched you two gentlemen actually start to make love with my wives. My concerns were swept away and I was left watching my lovers take on new men, and hoping they were having a great experience and were as aroused and loving it as much as I was with Darlene. I’ve read that many men want to watch their wives getting fucked by other men. I had that privilege ‘times two’ last night. The acts were erotic as hell and a repeat is in order.
“That brings me to Darlene, my neighbor, but better, my new lover – who I hope will continue to grace me with her affections, passion, companionship, and her hot body. I have no designs to hurt her marriage to Jim – a good friend, and I appreciate his tolerance at watching me fuck his wife to several climaxes. Thank you.” I purposefully used some crude language to push the erotic tone of the meeting a little.
KC winked at me and clapped her hands to center attention on her. “Okay, the next question will be anonymous to some extent. I’m passing around some three-by-five cards. On each one, write answers to the question, ‘What would you change about last night?’ I’ll collect, shuffle, and read them. Any of you may comment on each idea. One idea per card and use multiple cards if you wish.” Each of us then got a pen and about twenty cards to use.
I had a couple of entries: I wanted more light – but not real bright – so I could play voyeur with what else was going on around me, and I wanted Ally and I to check-in with each other more frequently as the night unfolded. I acknowledged that if we continued to have get-togethers like the night before more routinely, that need would pass as I felt more secure about our relationship in the face of the sex with others.
Some of the other suggestions included involving still more people, music, having sex lube available, getting a couple to put on a sex show for the others, doing cosplay, doing something exhibitionist in public, doing everything more often, learning about new sexual things, and more.
Nobody had any suggestions for any specific person in the group, for instance to stop doing something. Everyone had felt that they could be themselves without pretending or acting out of character. No one faked an orgasm. I liked watching the women have sex together.
We did the red-green voting on some questions that KC raised. Would any of us like to see a few more people added to our intimate group for sexual activities? That earned six green votes, which surprised me though I supported the idea. So did the idea of changing locations – home to home, or some beach or the like; doing something more social as a group; and doing some role play as a group.
KC’s last question had us going back to the three-by-five cards. Her question was, ‘How often would you like to have a gathering in which sex plays a major part, similar to the night before?
The answers to that question had us having a sex party somewhere between daily, two- or three-times a week, to every two weeks or less. I’d suggested a weekly event – thinking of the weekends, but at that instant I could have been persuaded to do something every day. Heck, Ally, KC, and I had already been having daily sex since KC started living with us. I could do daily.
Jim teased us, “What if we repeated last night again tonight?”
There was silence and the five others nodded and smiled in response to his question.
The six of us went out to an early dinner together at a place away from our neighborhood. Darlene, KC, and Ally dressed right on verge of ‘getting arrested for indecent exposure’ and slutty. They were commando, and itchy to get felt and fingered in a public place. The CFM shoes, thin halter tops with no padding, and little tennis skirts helped with the image they wanted to project, too. We gentlemen tried to be accommodating and let them have fun. Heck, I was on the verge of drooling at each of them for the entire meal.
Each girl tried to flash some of the other patrons in the restaurant, and not indicate that it was intentional. The population was almost entirely couples or mixed groups, so nothing came of it.
Over dinner, I conveniently ‘won’ Darlene again. Jim and Sven wanted at Ally and KC again, and vice versa. Darlene was all-over me during dinner, starting with flashing me a bare breast that anybody in the place could have seen. She kept kissing me or my shoulder or hand, sat close against me, and put my hand on her bare leg – easy to do because her tennis skirt was so short. Then she made sure I knew she was commando and suggested multiple times that I finger her pussy and taste her juices. I did some of that, making sure no one else in the restaurant could see us. This was a fun group that had a promising future.
Darlene’s husband sat across the table from me. During the meal, he asked, “Just hypothetically, what if we added Steve and Nicky, Bob and Carly, or George and Brenda to our new group? I like them but don’t know whether they’d be playmates the way we’ve become but they’re pretty likeable.” He sat back to see how well his question was received.
I shrugged. “I had the feeling earlier during our meeting this afternoon that ‘more is merrier’ when it comes to adding to this six-some. I’d be fine with it. They’re nice people and the women are each good looking and ‘hot’.” The others made similar comments. We each liked the idea of inviting any or all of them.
I thought about the bigger picture of what was going on during a lull in conversation as we ate. I’d slipped so easily into adding Darlene to my sex life, my romantic life, and being more than tolerant as Ally – and KC – fucked and loved with Sven and Jim. Was I screwy? Had I lost some nuts and bolts in my head? My wife had started to fuck other men, and we were talking about adding still more, and I was fine with it. What happened to my beliefs in monogamy, fidelity, and exclusivity? Oddly, I wasn’t feeling there were any violations. Somehow those words seemed irrelevant to the emerging situation.
I then had a huge flash of guilt. Had I turned into the most amoral person in the country? Fucking with my married neighbor, while my wife fucks her husband or another neighbor couldn’t possibly be ethical and principled; could it? Whose sense of morality was I considering and where had I had those boundaries and rules inculcated into my small brain? I thought of myself as a normal person. I was acquiring some ‘abnormal’ desires and traits. The fact that I could read about what we’d done meant that other people had done this. They were alive and functioning, and probably every tenth person I met had done the same thing.
I was a horny male and could envision having sex with any reasonably good-looking woman, but I gave up my exclusiveness with Ally so easily to do that. Was I thinking that my philandering was a quid pro quo for her fucking around, too? Did we cheat on each other? KC? Was it cheating when we each sanctioned the other’s behavior? Would more people doing the ‘dirty’ with us make any greater or lesser difference?
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