Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 15: The Masons
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15: The Masons - 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
I had done a bad thing. I had written off George and Brenda as nice neighbors and nothing more. Little did I know how much their family would end up affecting my own. I assumed, since they were older, that my interactions with them would have few redeeming features to enhance mine, Ally’s or KC’s, except for their monthly barbecues that brought the neighbors together often in a great social event. The potential of them becoming members of the ‘Cul-de-Sac Sex Club’ made me reevaluate the two of them, obviously using different criteria.
George was mid-fifties, seriously graying at his temples with a smattering of gray hair showing up in his other hair, yet he was in shape and looked distinguished. I’d learned that he played golf and tennis regularly, and I guess used the pool in his yard. He was under six-feet tall, had a tanned complexion from his outdoor sports and seemed alert, vibrant, and friendly. He had always been our cordial host at monthly barbecues in their back yard, and I had the feeling he was everyone’s friend. He was probably the type of guy that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He was jovial, aware, polite to a fault, and we aligned politically.
George owned the local Ford dealership. He explained, “Mostly I don’t worry about the cars. I worry about people – having the right managers, sales people, service staff, and so on. I’m almost a one-person human resource department. I’m always on the lookout for someone that would fit with our team.”
Brenda was a further story, especially after I reassessed her, including as a sex partner. She was younger – not quite fifty and had aged well, but not untouched by her years. I guessed that she probably still wore the same dress size she did in college, and that was good – she was small, trim, and probably about five-foot-five tall. As I got to know her, I thought that she’d probably been a ball-of-fire-cheerleader-type when younger.
Brenda had two adult children – twins, I heard at one barbecue. I remembered that they had finished college up north somewhere so they’d either been with friends or not been around for the barbecues. Thus, I’d not met them.
Brenda was somewhat busty and filled out a bikini bra without overflowing the way Ally, KC, and Carly did. I had detected some sag in that area, but there wasn’t as much to sag. I had no idea what Brenda would be like as a sex partner, but it was fun to speculate. She was athletic and agile enough to be in the same game as the rest of us.
Brenda was tanned and usually sported a smile. She was outgoing and vivacious. Her high cheekbones were attractive. I guessed that she was a bottle blonde, since I’d noticed some darker hair once along the part in her hair, plus her eyebrows were a giveaway.
Brenda worked with George at the Ford dealership, running the accounting and finance department, including setting up car loans and financing. She commented about being the person that knew more about the customers by the time they were through than the salesmen. She was proud of that fact.
Brenda had a noticeable tattoo on one shoulder with the names of her two children and associated hearts. When we’d been swimming one day, I’d spotted a small tramp stamp along her back, and another heart above her bikini line. She usually wore earrings that seemed to be gemstones of various colors and sizes, depending on the day. I suspected that if she dressed provocatively, she could pass for mid-thirties. I pegged her as a ‘sleeper’.
The Saturday evening party and cookout was at Sven’s home. His house sat between the Masons and ours. When I thought of the word ‘ours’, I thought of Ally, KC, and me. Every day, I felt more like we were a polyamorous threesome family unit. I was starting to think of the whole neighborhood that way.
Ally and KC had brought over side dishes to feed an army: homemade potato salad and a dip with what I called ‘stiff’ vegetables. I dropped off two bottles of white wine, guessing that we’d probably consume at least that much as the evening progressed. Sven called the wine ‘liquid courage’ – meaning to engage sexually with others, I presume.
We were punctual for the six-p.m. start time, and so were the others. I walked up the driveway with Steve and Nicky, and ahead of us were Jim and Darlene. Ally and KC had come over a half-hour earlier to help set up the kitchen and outdoor tables to seat everybody.
Sven had finally gotten delivery of some new patio furniture that he’d order months earlier. Besides his pool loungers and some new cushy chairs, he’d put three long sofas on his patio, each with large cushions, some new side tables, and a coffee table; each rated for long-term outdoor use in the severe Florida sunshine. If I estimated correctly, there was plenty of space for the twelve of us to stretch out and have relaxed and comfortable outdoor sex.
Everyone was mixing and greeting each other with hugs, kisses, and fist bumps. I was especially welcoming to George and Brenda, and they didn’t seem too nervous about the arc of the evening. I presumed that between Jim and Carly, they’d become well informed and had their questions answered. Nonetheless, I made a gesture to George and said, “If you have any questions about our group or our conduct, I’ll be glad to share what I can.”
He nodded and said, “I’ll probably have more questions after this evening, but right now I think I’ve got what I need to get started. Jim and Carly visited us and were pretty thorough in their explanations. They are good sales people, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. Brenda needed some convincing and Carly took care of that.”
Suddenly, another couple joined us appearing from around the side of Sven’s house. Jim and Darlene warmly greeted them. I heard the names Cole and Stacy get used. Steve and Nicky then met the young couple with smiles, polite hugs, and some mild familiarity. The young man and woman were in their early twenties – quite early. I made a good guess, as it turned out, that they were the Mason’s adult children – fresh out of college, both age twenty-two. The twins; except they didn’t look alike.
Cole and Stacy seemed glad to meet everybody, but seemed mildly nervous. I wondered whether they were to be included in the sexual part of the evening. There’d never been mention of them. Maybe they were staying for dinner before they headed out on their own social agendas.
After the twins met Ally and KC, my two ‘wives’ gave me questioning looks and gestured at the ‘kids’, and we shrugged at each other. They were pondering the same question that I had about the twins participation.
I finally cut Carly away from the group for a few seconds. “What’s going on with Cole and Stacy? Are they staying? Won’t that crimp everybody’s style?”
She lecherously grinned and said, “They were in the Mason’s living room when Jim and I made our pitch to the older Masons about joining our group. They expressed interest, too; I included them in our invitation. I’m sure that you’ll like some of that ‘just-graduated-from-college pussy’.” She gently poked me above my Johnson. “Stacy just turned twenty-two.”
Stacy had long, lustrous auburn hair to below her shoulders. She was thin, and in the bikini she wore under her linen cover-up, she looked to be mostly legs. Further, she was wearing some three-inch heels, which put them on the edge of being an invitation to fuck her brains out. I wondered whether she knew the impact she was having on my reptilian brain.
Stacy had a sweet face with an innocent look about her. She was talking with Steve, Darlene, KC, and Ally, and often gave a flash of a nervous smile. I guessed that her mind was focusing on the later activities, but the conversation and gestures were about the practicality and cost of the new patio furniture that could withstand Florida sunshine.
Stacy had a couple of small tattoos on her ankle and shoulders that showed through the thin cover-up she wore, mostly of some filigree pattern that was more decorative than something carrying a message. She wore a simple anklet and some dangly hoop earrings. When she smiled, the entire patio lit up it was so brilliant.
Cole slid into the group I was with that included Carly, Bob, George, and Nicky. He ended up next to Nicky, who had given me a warm smile and then a longer-than-necessary hug of welcome. We went around our circle for Cole with deeper self-introductions that included where we lived and what we did for work. He’d met a few of the neighbors in the past, but had forgotten names and any details about them.
Cole was tall and handsome – probably six-foot-two, dusty haired, and ripped. I presumed from his well-developed biceps that he routinely did weights. I think most of the muscles in his body showed some degree of enlargement and toning. I guessed that he’d been a heartthrob on campus. In this setting, he seemed a little nervous about fitting in.
Cole turned out to be low key and not full of himself. He explained that he was newly in his first post-college job as a junior engineer for a company that built test kits for electrical equipment that other companies had developed to market and sell. He’d been an intern there the year before. As we talked, he seemed to relax more. So far, this was a normal gathering of neighbors.
I asked where he was living. Cole explained that he’d gotten an apartment out near the Interstate for a good rate after graduation and the start of his new job. He chuckled, “The rate is so good and the place so nice, that Stacy moved in while she does her own job hunting.” I knew the area; it was new and part of the rapid growth in affordable apartments in the area. Watching some of them be built, I still worried about their sturdiness in a hurricane.
Dinner at Sven’s new tables – end to end – was more than neighborly – like family. I certainly felt like I wanted to be with each person there. Stacy sat next to me and ate like a bird. She had no reason to watch her weight, but if she ate more than 200 calories worth of food, I’d be surprised.
Stacy had been a computer science major, which surprised me. Apparently, several hundred-thousand other college age kids picked the same major, and the job market had become saturated with people like her looking for jobs in their field. She’d spent the time since graduation doing a temp job as a lifeguard, but had decided that almost six months after her formal graduation was the time to get something in her field.
On the spur of the moment, I asked whether she’d consider working two jobs – one with Geek Patrol, where I could recommend her, and the other part-time for me fleshing out some the ideas I had for more cellphone apps and games. I made the point that both jobs would look good on her resume.
“Really?” she exclaimed in a most excited tone. “Just like that? You don’t know anything else about me.”