Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 21: Finding New Friends
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Finding New Friends - 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
After the slow dance numbers, where Nicky, Ally, and KC serially made out and lightly petted as they could in public with Sven, Rick, and Clark, the music went back to fast dance numbers that were nearly tribal. Carly and Darlene were hanging out close to the other three couples with their dance partners. The lasers, mirror ball, and light level had come into play in the club to jack-up the place again.
Bob pointed out that we were looking weird by staring at the women rather than what was going on in the rest of the club. We adjusted that instantly. We asked Steve to be the reporter to us since he faced the right way, only the dances were fast, so there wasn’t much to report.
Bob suggested that we should dance with some of the other women in the club. There were tables with two, four, or more women having a girls’ night out. On that note, several of us got up and went prowling for a dance partner.
I picked a pretty brunette from three tables over, and asked her to dance. She lit up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree at my suggestion, and we went out and started to dance wildly along with the other dancers. Bob and Jim got partners from the same table, too. Steve seemed more focused where he sat with his iPhone. I figured out that he was taking pictures or videos of his wife, Ally, and KC surreptitiously with the device.
The pretty brunette’s name was Fiona – or ‘Fi’. She was about my age and I noticed she had wedding rings on. I opted not to say anything about those, nor reveal my own status unless asked. Fi was agile, and had some signature dance moves I hadn’t seen before. She had a bright smile that said a lot about her and her personality. She sparkled.
We exchanged some basics about each other over the noise of the club and the loud music: Do you come here often? What’s your friend’s name? Are you local? And things like that.
A slow number came on after two fast ones. I made a gesture to Fi that I could escort her back to her seat or we could dance. I didn’t want to presume a more intimate dance, but she didn’t hesitate, and folded herself into my arms with a full-body press as our arms wrapped around each other. She put her head between my shoulder and cheek. She was cuddled in for the dance. We started to sway and rub together. I hoped that I smelled good to her and that my pheromones were working their magic. On looks alone, I hoped a lot more would happen.
Before I could count to twenty, Fi pulled away slightly and used the hand that she’d put on the back of my neck to pull my head to hers to that we could have a long and satisfying kiss. We segued from that into another, and then another. She was initiating and I quickly got on the same page. This was hot. I realized that I missed this kind of interaction, having married so young. I resolved to fix this in my life and in Ally and KC’s. Tonight was an education.
We’d dance a little, then kiss some more. At the start of the next song, a slow number, Fi asked me, “What do you do?”
I grinned, “Geek. I work for Geek Patrol. I develop and sell some somewhat popular iPhone and Android apps. One that’s somewhat well-known is the game named ‘Countdown’. I sold it to a company named Midway, but I will be maintaining and upgrading it for five years unless we renew for a longer period.” I nodded, “How about yourself?”
“Paralegal with Parker and Hendricks – mostly real estate stuff. I’m a bit of a jock. You look like you’re in pretty good shape, too.”
“I run. Ten miles or less a few times a week as time allows. I don’t do the weights as much as I should.”
We compared notes for a few minutes, and then Fi had her lips back on mine, this time grinding her mons against my thigh. She wanted the same thing that I did.
I whispered to her, “You’re hot.”
“You’re hotter. Can we go somewhere and do some intimate temperature checks?” She paused and then added, “Really intimate.”
“We could, but are you sure? You’re with some friends.” I gestured to where one of the other two women she was with were dancing with other men. One of them was with Jim. I gave him a wink and he gestured back. I wanted a positive indication that she wanted to be with me given those rings on her fingers.
“Yes, I’m cool. Friend?” Fi asked after Jim gave us a wave.
“One of my wingmen tonight. We ‘re neighbors.”
My cellphone vibrated in my pocket to indicate that I’d gotten a text. I made a subtle move to read the screen. The text was from Ally: ‘We’re going to Sven’s house for romance. Peek if you want. Your partner looks hot. Good luck with her. Hall passes in play. Love you. Ally, KC and Nicky.”
I slipped the phone in my pocket, but Fi asked, “Everything okay?”
“Better than okay. Yes, I do have a nice place to go if you don’t mind coming to where I live. Jim, the guy with your wing-woman, rode here with me.”
Fi smiled, “Yes, that’d be great. My friend’s name is Helena. She’s moved here from Lithuania six years ago and speaks better English than I do. She’s another paralegal where I work. I know you spotted my wedding rings but didn’t say anything. We’re cool with anything that might happen. Our husbands work together for the same consulting company. The men are on the same long-term assignment in Germany.”
Jim and I had both picked hot women to dance with, expecting nothing more. I had noticed from across part of the dance floor that Helena also sported wedding rings on her left hand. She was equally as good-looking and shapely as Fiona. I think we’d done well with our choices.
I volunteered, “The four of us could go together, if you don’t mind.”
I got that bright smile. “Yes, please.”
I pulled my wallet out and passed my driver’s license to Fi. She gave me a funny look between me and the laminated card. She didn’t know what to do with it.
I explained, “You’re supposed to take a picture of it with your phone’s camera and send it to a trusted friend and tell them that if they don’t hear from you by some designated time, they should call out the Police and National Guard. Given the arc of the evening, I might suggest late tomorrow morning as your contact time.”
“Oh ... yeah.” Based on her tone, I got the feeling that she was perhaps as naïve about club dating as Nicky had been a week earlier.
We walked to the edge of the dance floor and I held the license while she used the cellphone she pulled from the back pocket of her skinny jeans. She then texted the photo off to somebody. I wondered whether it was her husband in Europe. I was curious about their arrangement, if any, and figured I’d get a chance to ask later.
Jim and Helena joined us. Fi announced, “The four of us are going to Doug’s house for a little intimate party instead of hanging out here.”
I went and told Bob and Steve that we were heading for a romantic evening with the women we’d met. They’d come in Bob’s car, so our leaving them wasn’t an inconvenience. I texted Ally that Jim, Fiona, Helena, and I were headed to the house for our own party. I wished her a fun and sexy evening at Sven’s, right next door, and told her that she could peek if she wanted to.
Fi and Helena had used an Uber to come to the club, so we didn’t have to worry about their cars. I promised a drive home when our private party ended. The four of us hopped in my somewhat messy SUV and headed to the cul-de-sac.
I noted the lights turning on in Sven’s house. I figured that the three couples headed there had gotten in only a few moments before we did: Ally – my horny wife, KC – my hornier mistress, Nicky – one of my lovers and perhaps the most randy of the lot, along with Sven and the two guys they’d picked up at Elements – Rick and Clark. I hoped the new men were up to the challenges that the women would throw at them.
Fi and Helena were impressed with the house. Fortunately, it was neat, but there was no doubt that a married couple lived there. There were pictures of Ally and I at our wedding on the living room sideboard. There were several recent ones that showed me with Ally and KC.
I gave the nickel tour, and asked whether anybody wanted to swim? Obviously, bathing suits were a non-issue for the two women unless they were wearing them under their clothes – an unlikely possibility. Fi and Helena did want to swim, and after agreeing to the mode of pool dress, the four of us went skinny dipping. I got everyone towels, and in seconds four naked people went down the steps into the pool holding hands.
The women were initially embarrassed by their nudity, but Jim and I didn’t make a big deal about it. I focused instead on getting a pool noodle for each person and adjusting the light levels around the patio to make things more romantic.
Being at the house, I got a better look at Fiona – and at Helena. Fi was a light brunette. She was beautiful and had great breasts that I hoped to be sucking on in a few minutes. She’d put on some glossy lipstick as we left the club, and kept on some diamond earrings, bracelets, and a simple gold necklace that hung deep into the valley between her breasts.
Helena was very pretty: reddish-hair brunette, deep dark eyes, and a winning smile. As we got to talk, her foreign accent was a delight to hear, and she blossomed further as I commented on that to her. Her breasts made me immediately think of the word ‘perky’. She was probably a year or two younger than Fi and me. She had a flat tummy, and I could see a hint of a six pack there. She wore some sexy gold hoop earrings, a strand of pearls, and seemed to be as affectionate to me as she was to Jim.
After a brief paddle to the far end and back, Fiona came into my arms, pressing her naked body against mine. I’d already responded well to seeing her and Helena naked, so she definitely and immediately felt my arousal. After a second, she reached down and put me between our bodies, and then rubbed back and forth, rolling my cock between us.
“Fiona, if you keep doing that, I’ll have an accident.”
“Oh, dear. That wouldn’t be an accident. It would be quite intentional, but I have a better place for that.”
On that note, I reclaimed the initiative. I lifted her onto the side of the pool and nudged her legs apart. She complied, and I pushed my tongue about as far inside her cunt as any man possibly could. Ally swears that I have a long and talented tongue compared to the other men she’s experienced. I think from the moan that Fi emoted, that she might agree with that conclusion.
As I licked and sucked on various tiny body parts in Fi’s nether region, she squirmed and writhed, and tried to push more of herself into and onto me. She tasted wonderful and I was glad that the more I lapped, the more she produced to savor and take in. Any nervousness she’d had about coming home with us seemed to have evaporated, and her arousal demonstrated that.