Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 1: The House
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The House - 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
“Now for Phase 2 of our marriage,” Ally leaned closer, tone light, letting the moment breath. “We’re so lucky thanks to you.” She hugged me and kissed my neck.
I wondered what ‘Phase 2’ meant; she’d used the term before. I presumed that she meant our living in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood on a nice and quiet cul-de-sac, instead of ‘the pit’ of an apartment we’d lived in while we scrimped and saved for this day. Knowing Ally, however, there was more to her statement. Either she’d tell me, or I’d get enough clues to figure it out. She could be intentionally cryptic at times.
Ally was my primary change agent. She picked me, married me, and then supported me and my crazy ideas while we lived in ‘the pit’ and had starter jobs in technology. When we suddenly got an influx of money, it was her instant decision to relocate. I then felt I was along for the ride, but it was an enjoyable ride. I worried that I might not be assertive enough for her.
Ally sometimes behaved like a caged animal in ‘the pit’. She’d seem restless, and definitely wanted to break-out in some way. She admitted that it wasn’t only to have a better home. She wanted a circle of friends and a way of life different from how we’d been living. She sometimes used the words ‘dramatically different’. She couldn’t articulate what it would be like; nor could I to her satisfaction. I prayed that her future and different life would continue to include me. She was my anchor and north star.
For us, the house carried a ‘new home aroma’, and even better it was paid for. The house was twenty-years-old and had been recently renovated to our plans in a major way before we moved in.
I argued, “You helped make it happen, too. You have a lot of money in this, and more importantly, without your support and encouragement, I would have given up developing the apps and we’d still be in that crappy apartment.”
My life turned awesome only a year earlier, when Google ‘discovered’ me. They offered to buy three apps that I’d created for what turned out to be a cool $1 million after taxes. Ally and I had used what we’d saved and a little over half of the million to buy and renovate the two-story home. Our modernization projects had taken three intense months.
Ally hid a grin behind the rim of her wine glass as her eyes flicked to me. “I thought of a cutesy name for the house – ‘Hundred Acre Woods’ – like where Pooh, Piglet, and the others lived.” She laughed at her own whimsy and hugged me tighter. We were actively in love with each other. I was devoted to her. We were always hugging and kissing after five years of marriage.
I chuckled and kissed her forehead, “The entire lot is only an acre, and there’s no forest on it – one copse of palms and mangroves in the back. We sacrificed forest for a view of the water and a large backyard.”
Ally poked playfully at my side and scolded, “Don’t be literal. I love it. By the end of today we’ll have some more furniture to put in it.” We were waiting for two delivery trucks from different stores with more basic furniture to round-out what we already had and had moved from the apartment.
I pulled away slightly and reacted to her tone of voice, “Hey, we have a bedroom set, a TV, and a living room sofa, plus the kitchen stuff. We got to sleep here for the first-time last night – and make love in the new place.”
She squeezed me to her and teased, “Loved it, except my moans and noises echoed around the house because there are no rugs, lamps, end tables, art work, chairs, dining tables, etcetera, etcetera to stop the sound from bouncing around, at least until our deliveries start.”
I peeked up the street hoping to see a truck coming. “That stuff will be here soon – only a few hours to go.” We’d gone on buying binge after the closing and got realistic time estimates from our contractors so we had a solid move-in date. Our purchases were within our new budget, too. I was careful about not spending ourselves into trouble.
I was more cautious with money and other parts of our marriage than Ally, at least I thought so. That said, she could talk me into about anything. I worried sometimes that I wasn’t forceful or strong enough to resist her arguments and logic. Things were going well, so it was easy to give in. Happy wife; happy life.
I felt proud of the property that we’d bought at only age twenty-seven. Ally and I were the same age, and had been married for five years after being together for most of college. We’d married right after graduation against the softened advice of both sets of parents who wanted us to wait until we were little older and in a better financial situation. The two of us were in love and certain about a long future together. I was optimistic about building and selling my cellphone apps, and that turned out much better than expected. I had ideas for more apps, plus bells and whistles on the ones that I’d recently sold.
We’d initially been dirt poor with student loans and credit card debt. We were living from week-to-week on our paychecks. What we lacked in money, we made up for with love and desire for one another. We were committed to each other, to our relationship, and strongly committed to the lustful side of our marriage. A day without lovemaking was rare in our relationship.
To help support us in what I started calling our ‘lean years’. Ally worked full-time, and I worked about thirty-hours a week for the Geek Patrol. The Top Tech retail store sponsoring GP would get customer calls for help, and send smart geeks like me out to help them resolve their problem, set-up new tech equipment and computer gear, and build customer loyalty. Subscribing members to Geek Patrol got discounts and usually faster service.
I was good at the customer service work and busy, and I still had time to develop some of my own applications for cellphones and tablets, and put them up for sale on key Internet and cellular sites. I was starting to make money off them as a third-party developer when my apps were ‘discovered’ by a super power, and I got an offer to buy some of them.
Ally had a tech-based job, but one requiring more interesting dealings with people. She was with a large company, Taymore Systems, Inc., building online logistics and resource management software. The company ran a consulting and logistics management practice as a separate service to industry.
Ally worked on the human interfaces of the systems, page by page, and dealt with individuals and focus groups about their interactions with the online software. She did customer training on the newest versions of their systems, especially since many of the front-ends were her design. She’d earned more money than I did; at least she did up until the purchase of my apps.
I had approached buying our first home in an analytical fashion, much the way that I worked. We created a spec sheet before we contacted a realtor. We both liked to cook; thus, a great kitchen with eat-in space was required. We both wanted a pool with a large patio. While we jogged almost every day, we wanted a single-purpose room for an in-home gym. We each wanted our own home office. We needed guest rooms and eventually a nursery. We preferred a large master bedroom on the ground floor.
We had plans to entertain, hence the house needed a layout conducive to parties, as well as more formal dinners. Ally and I were friendly and sociable, and always liked meeting and interacting with new people. We hoped that we’d have some great neighbors who we could socialize with. The apartment complex we’d been living in didn’t invite that. We’d lived next door to a couple that we saw four times over the five years that we lived there; we never knew their first names – only their last name from the mailbox slot for them.
The plan for children made us favor certain towns and communities near ‘good’ school systems. Commuting distance for Ally was a consideration since my Geek Patrol work took me all over the map. Neither of us wanted to do gardening work; we needed low-maintenance, landscaping. We hoped for a water view of some kind and maybe a dock for the boat we might get someday.
The first night in the house, we consummated our marriage yet again, as well as christened the renovated kitchen of the new house with our lovemaking. We were having fun, and almost as horny as we were years earlier when we first met on campus and hooked-up on our second date.
Ally was the daring one of the two of us, and had exhibitionist tendencies. She could be a great voyeur, too. Thus, she had decided that after the new furniture had arrived, that we’d christen each of the rooms on a rotation until we’d done them all, and then start again and again. She included the outdoor patio in that rotation.
We were always aroused by each other. We had ‘chemistry’ and were ‘hot’. We loved each other’s looks, feel, and brains. She amazed me in how she thought and what she could remember about anything that crossed her path. Ally was my best friend; she felt likewise about me. We never lacked for conversation topics. We were savvy enough about each other’s work that we could discuss the details of what we did.
Based on reading and the gripes that I heard from other guys my age, we were well ahead of the game in the sex department. Some weeks we made love every day and at least double that on weekends, but more typically five or six times a week. Ally rated herself as nearly insatiable. I agreed, but was right there with her.
One goofy thing about the two of us, was that we both frequently looked at each other with lovey-dovey grins and lurid thoughts on a nearly constant basis. Those looks turned us on. I loved Ally with all my heart, and I knew that she loved me with the same intensity. Our lovemaking reflected that intensity.
When we were out, for instance at dinner, we’d point out especially pretty or handsome people to each other and tease about that person’s ‘lust factor’ – asking how they rated as a potential sex partner or dinner guest. The evaluation criteria varied, but many of the categories were sexual in some way. The game was in good fun and often honed our descriptive abilities about each other.
Ally got teased by her mother about how her presence when I was around obviously kept us from fucking each other’s brains out. I was horrified that my thoughts about my wife were transparent to her mother. I wondered whether my parents could see the same reactions and looks between us.
The first Friday in June, we got our deliveries of furniture and furnishings that we’d bought for the new house. We spent the day unpacking various boxes that had come from our apartment and from a storage space we’d been renting since we started dating. Had the delivery men not been present setting up beds, sofas, tables, and such in various rooms, we would have ‘christened’ more rooms and some of the new furniture. When the deliveries and moving company were finally gone about five o’clock, we were all over each other. We’d both worked up a head of unrequited lust for each other.
I didn’t bother to lock the doors. We blessed the new media room sofas with our before-dinner lovemaking session, leaving a path of clothing that we removed from each other between the front door and the windowless room with the immense television screen. Ally commented that we could watch ‘life-size’ movies. She urged, “Put on some porn. Let’s have some inspiration.”