Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 18: Good Girl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: Good Girl - 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 thought about the difference between an ‘assignation’ and an ‘affair’ as I drove home from a Tuesday morning doing Geek Patrol calls. The latter sounded illicit and smacked of cheating on spouses or partners, whereas the former seemed more in the atmosphere of communicated intentions.
I headed to Steve and Nicky Winter’s home on our cul-de-sac, rather than my own. We had planned for the Tuesday afternoon ‘assignation’. I had properly informed Ally and KC, and gotten their enthusiastic support. Nicky had talked with her husband Steve about it, too. Our meeting was in keeping with the new spirit of open sexuality around our street, as well as strong communications...
To my knowledge, Nicky and I had two things to accomplish. First, we wanted to fuck like rabbits for the rest of the afternoon. Second, Nicky wanted to communicate to me her fantasies – the things that she’d want to use a Hall Pass on, assuming she needed one.
I parked in my own driveway at number five, and walked over to 2 Circle Court. Nicky must have sensed I was coming because she met me at her front door with a smile as wide as the Mississippi, spike heels that screamed ‘Come Fuck Me’, and a naked body pleading for a lot of attention. Her initial nudity was out of character for her.
She came out the door a few feet to plaster her nakedness against me and give me a passionate welcome kiss that extended for a couple of minutes. More than kissing, my hands wandered around that available luscious skin. This idea of neighborhood assignations was a great one.
Nicky led me into the house. I suggested a shower before I got too involved in other activities. I’d been working with Stacy all morning, and part of our work included crawling around in both basement and attics crawl spaces stringing some new wiring for the electronic equipment the customer had purchased at Top Tech, the retail store sponsoring the Geek Patrol. Considering the type of work, the pay was excellent.
Stacy had two customer calls to handle on her own while I was fucking Nicky. One was a simple television install, including a wall mount, and set-up with the cable provider’s modem. The other was debugging the stereo speaker hookups in a condominium that had been prewired for such luxuries.
Nicky helped me strip away my clothes and then escorted me into the shower enclosure off the master bedroom. While she watched me, I did a quick wash and shampoo with what was available, and then she and I started some playful loving just outside the spray so her hair stayed dry. All body parts were well washed and dried by the time we finished. There were about a zillion kisses and lots of fondling, too. I loved soapy and slippery breasts, as it turned out.
We spent some time atop her king-size bed in a sixty-nine, and then I continued with some more cunnilingus to make sure she could focus on what I was doing to her rather than having to get me hardened to a ready state. I was easily ready, especially with someone as hot as Nicky. She had a hot body. She told me that I brought her off like no one else ever did.
Nicky finally stopped me. She didn’t say anything, she shuddered through a climax and then welcomed me inside her as we started to make love. She was intensely passionate, and seemed unable to get enough of me inside her or have enough of our deep soul kisses.
We were both excited to be enjoying a midday fuck, and completion came too soon, at least for our first round. We were gasping and panting at the end, and I collapsed into Nicky’s arms and we kissed like only our passion would save the world.
After a few minutes cuddled together and cooing at each other, she said, “I still have to tell you about my hall pass or fantasy life, if you’re interested.”
I decided to let her off the hook, “I am interested, but you don’t need to tell me if that’s too sensitive a topic for you. Maybe you should tell Steve. I think a husband should know those things.”
After a pause, she said, “I’ll tell him some of it, I guess, but I want you to hear what I want – what I think I need – but I want you to help me achieve my goal, that fantasy, that life – and lifestyle. You’re better positioned to do that; my husband can’t. Steve is the one that will have to give me the hall pass to do that, I suppose, but you can help me implement.
Steve has a model of me based on our dating, what he married, and my being a classic wife – a ‘good girl’ through and through. Your model for me is more flexible and newer. You won’t feel a glaring disruption to help me be someone else.”
I toyed with one of Nicky’s perky nipples. Despite being about forty with a teen daughter, her breasts had not lost their beauty and grace. Nicky’s body was hot and desirable. Except at our recent parties, I’d always seen her in highly conservative clothing and styles.
Nicky slid down my body and inhaled my cock again. Just before starting, she said, “I want your dick in my body when I’m telling you my story – my ideas.” Gulp. She engulfed my entire flaccid shaft, and then the suction started that made me worry I might lose my other body organs to her via my cock. I hardened pretty quickly.
Nicky came over me in a cowgirl and tucked my revived hardness into her sodden cunt. I got with the agenda quickly. She sighed and said, “Now, this is how a girl likes to have a conversation.” She squirmed her vagina around me on a couple of downstrokes.
I grinned up at her from my supine position. “This guy likes it, too.”
She pushed down to ensure that every millimeter of my shaft was in her vagina, and then began talking.
“I grew up a ‘good girl’. I was a ‘good girl’ at home and in school and college. I married and became a good wife, and then a good mother –a soccer mom for a while. I’ve been good all my life. I was taught that ‘good’ meant I had to give myself to others. I was providing the services they wanted, and giving the gifts they wanted – when I could. I was taught to be empathetic to the emotional needs of others, I was to be always attentive, I was an active listener to what they said, I was devoted to them – to those others.
“Those others were first my parents and grandparents, then a few close friends, my pastor, my Sunday school teachers, my school teachers, my coaches when I did some sports, and then my dates and ultimately my husband, and as appropriate my daughter. I was programmed from Day 1 to be ‘good’ – G. O. O. D., in large capital letters!
“People have had EXPECTATIONS about MY behavior my whole life. I had to meet those expectations. I was taught not to rebel or be troublesome, to do things promptly, to excel in school, and to respect everyone. I had to obey any authority figure, and some who didn’t command that rank or status. On and on.
“I had to dress modestly and ‘appropriately’ in non-revealing clothing, shoulders had to be covered, nothing above mid-thigh except a modest bathing suit, nothing provocative or attention-seeking, and after I married what I wore had to look ‘mature’ but not dowdy.
As Nicky spoke, she was getting agitated and slightly louder with each sentence. Emotion and passion rapidly rose with what she was saying. There was deep anger and repressed rage emerging as she talked.
Nicky continued her rant with a more penetrating pace to her words, “I was schooled in the roles of caretaker, peacemaker, willing assistant, and taught to be respectful, trusting, upbeat, and pleased with other people regardless of what they did or how they treated me. It was forced on me. I had to be content with my station in life and differential to everybody else. I had to be loving and devoted to my husband, and create a happy home and family. The onus was all on me. ALL ON ME! ME! ME!”
Tears started to fall from Nicky’s eyes. I felt then on my chest as she bent over me, only I don’t think she was seeing me any longer. I was the microphone she wanted to speak to with her indignation about her upbringing.
Nicky waved one arm with a clenched fist. “If I thought about myself, I was being a narcissist, being selfish, and I got scolded for not putting others first. I had to be devoid of personal desires and needs. Deprecating myself made me a ‘Good Girl’. Putting my feelings, needs, and wants away and trying to ignore and forget them, made me ‘Good Girl’. Being a perfect girl, teen, fiancée, wife, and mother, made me a ‘Good Girl’. A GOOD GIRL!”
Nicky sobbed harder as she spoke. Any sexual motions by her had long ago stopped. I felt more tears falling on me. Her voice had continued getting louder, more staccato, and amplifying certain emotions. Her words had become an angry rant rather than the sharing of a fantasy or two.
Finally, she screamed towards the ceiling, “I DON’T WANT TO BE A FUCKING GOOD GIRL ANY LONGER! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.”
She fell into my arms sobbing. Any semblance of our lovemaking was forgotten as I coddled her and stroked her in a caring, non-sexual way. I patted her back and tried to give her small kisses. I started to give of myself to her with supportive words and strong hugs to show her that I heard her and wanted her near on any basis she chose.
Over five minutes went by and her sobs slowed and stopped. We were still except for my light stroking of her back. She was stretched out on top of me, her head on my chest – now covered in the salty wash of her tears.
I whispered to her, “I am here for you. – always. I will help you – I promise you that. We’ll find out how to make you whole again and not a robot or Stepford Wife that’s taught to conform, obey the memes and roles of your gender, and to be controlled by others. You don’t need to do that anymore. You are free. You don’t need to be submissive to those rules, roles, expectations, boundaries, and strictures that you were raised with.
Nicky cuddled into me and we were quiet for a while. I thought that maybe she actually fell asleep. I shut my eyes, but remained conscious, trying to digest the diatribe that she’d made about her past life – about being ‘Good Girl’. Nicky had been badly hurt, but it must have been like a thousand small cuts instead of only one colossal event. There were so many implications in what she said that I couldn’t begin to sort them in my own head. No wonder she couldn’t talk about them on the past Saturday evening. She had seemed confused then, and I understand why. She’d been nudged on a daily basis for years and years to be a ‘good girl’ and all that implied.
I think we were there thirty minutes before she moved. Nicky sat up and said, “I guess I messed up our afternoon fuck fest.” She sighed and rubbed her eyes with both hands.
“I think something more important happened and hopefully more lasting for you. I’m guessing that was the first time that you actually admitted much of that to yourself. That was a great rant about your past life. Let’s not tuck it away and go back to being a ‘good girl’. You need to change. You need a new sense of freedom that you were forced to give up over your life.”