Next Door
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Chapter 24: Steve’s Crash
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Steve’s Crash - 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 slipped on some nylon shorts and a t-shirt, and Ally pulled a tee over her head and we hustled around the cul-de-sac circle to Steve and Nicky’s house. The front door was wide open, so we went in, announcing our arrival. Steve sat alone on the living room sofa sobbing into both hands. He still only had a pool towel wrapped around his lower body.
Ally asked, “Is Ellie here? Your daughter?”
Steve shook his head and gasped out a reply. “Sleepover somewhere, I think.” He then started to try to stifle his crying jag, only unsuccessfully.
Ally and I sat on either side of him and kind of held him and touched him in a loving and caring way. I had a ‘buddy arm’ around him in support.
Ally and I had compared notes and conjectures on the short walk to his house. Nicky had gone too far and broken something in their marriage – certainly in her husband’s head. She’d been doing more and more irrational sexual things and acting unconventionally and sex-crazed.
She’d taken to talking about sex and wild things that she thought would be fun to do, even non-sexual but ‘bad girl’ things, such as finding a biker guy to take her on a motorcycle trip where they hit biker bars and rode with a tough crowd. Most likely pulling a cum-slut train in our guest bedroom with the men at the party was too much for Steve – the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back in some way.
Ally had commented, “Since she wanted to leave her ‘good girl’ upbringing behind, she’s become self-centered. Maybe this will be a wake-up call for her to be more balanced in her quest for a new life.”
We verbalized supportive statements to Steve, often in large generalities without citing any specific problem. We weren’t entirely sure what his vision of the problem was. “You can overcome anything. You’re strong and will be able to face this with courage and conviction. Nothing is so badly broken that it can’t be fixed.” We had a lot more to say, trite though our words may have been.
Occasionally, he’d nod. The tears continued to stream down his face as he sobbed in the grief of his loss of his ‘traditional’ wife. I talked about coping with change and loss. I went and found a box of tissues in the kitchen that I brought for him to use. It didn’t take long before he had a cluster of soggy or used ones scattered over his coffee table. He was a crying mess. Whatever dam that he’d locked away inside regarding something about Nicky or our sex parties, had suddenly broken open.
Gradually, Steve’s crying jag slowed and stopped. He sat unmoving yet distressed, leaning forward, with his head in his hands. I couldn’t tell if his eyes were open. We were mostly quiet, being there to support him and let him know that he had good friends. We each hugged him frequently.
Finally, Steve said, “I can’t do it anymore. I thought I’d love it. I did love it. But ... I can’t anymore ... at least for a while. I need to come to terms ... Seeing Nicky ... she’s no longer the person that I knew ... that I married ... that had our daughter.
“Ellie came to me and asked what was going on with her mother. I blamed it on a mid-life crisis and perhaps the start of menopause. Ellie accepted that, but that won’t last forever unless something changes. I can’t go on ... with Nicky the way she is.
“I feel as though she’d going to leave me ... leave us at any moment. No ... she’s already left, but I’m not sure where she is. She lives here. She wants to go off and do slutty things with about anybody. We went grocery shopping, and I found her flirting outrageously and talking to some dude with a big Harley in the parking lot. God, she barely had any clothes on.”
I again put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t go further in your thinking, as tempting as that is. Give people a chance to talk with her. Take her to some counseling sessions and be honest with her about what’s going on in your head. Get some professional help. Get her to go with you. We can help and be sure she evens out.”
Steve nodded.
I didn’t want Steve to move out of the house or suddenly engage a lawyer and start divorce proceedings with his ‘new’ wife. I felt sure that Nicky would adapt and try to find some other way to express her new lifestyle and mindset.
Steve gave a fake laugh. “Telling her what’s In my head is something I’ve tried, but she doesn’t listen. She babbles about her rebellion against society and repression of women, and talks about being a victim.
“Since the night where we came and joined the neighbors for some recreational sex, my head has been a crazy jumble of emotions and feelings and uncertainty and horniness and ... everything under the sun. God, I think that started a year ago. What is going on in my head now?
“Seeing Nicky having sex with other men resulted in a huge and complex mix of emotions – good and evil – and I mean every time that we go. I need to rewire my brain. I couldn’t focus on my golf with George, so I had to stop – that was months ago. People at work notice that I have been highly distracted. Nothing will ever be the same again ... nothing ... ever again.”
Steve’s head collapsed back into his two hands, and he gave a few huge racking sighs. The weight of the world was on his shoulders.
I gestured for Ally to stay. I mimed to her that I would get Nicky and try to get things going back on track with the two of them. She nodded. Before I left, I got Steve a glass of ice water from his kitchen, and left the two of them side-by-side on the sofa. Ally had her arm around his shoulders and was giving him the ‘Nothing-either-good-or-bad-but-thinking-makes-it-so’ speech that I know he’d heard from me many times.
Back at the house, I bolted up the stairs two at a time. Nicky was still on the bed on her back. I think Cole had finished fucking her. She had been sucking on Jim. George and Bob were watching the erotic scene. I guessed that they’d been previous partners in her self-arranged gangbang. Nicky seemed wet and sticky over most of her body. Earlier in the evening, I’d been an early contributor to her condition, but I certainly didn’t know about the peaking anxiety that her husband had been enduring.
I waved the men away. “I have to talk to her. Sorry to break things up.”
The four men shuffled out of the room, but no one was grumbling. They were done for. Nicky was probably on her second time around with some of the men. When I’d been with her, she kept telling me that she couldn’t get enough cock that night.
When we alone, I said, “Your husband is a mess. He’s in your living room crying his eyes out. Do you care?”
Nicky jerked upright with concern. She swung her legs over but continued to sit on the bed. The sheets were a mess – one big wet spot. She was leaking cum from her pussy and probably her ass. “Yes, I care. What’s going on?”
I spoke cautiously, “I think he’s having a mental breakdown over the sex and you fucking other men, to be honest. He’d been watching you at the door to this room and crying. He goes between crying with despair and being almost catatonic. He wandered home sobbing uncontrollably, so Ally and I followed. He’s in your living room with Ally being sure that he’s coming around a bit.” I gestured to the empty doorway.
“Fuck,” she said. “What should I do?”
“I recommend that you clean up quickly and get home. Steve needs some TLC – a lot of it. I think you need to find a way to talk to him about his concerns about the open relationships and free sex that got to him in some way. Something is going on involving you, your personality change, the sex, your open fantasies, our group or parties, or some other thing. You’ll need to find out. Ally and I both think you should get a professional therapist involved in your lives ASAP.”
Nicky stood, “Is the pool okay to use?” She gestured at her cum-covered body. She had jizz and her own juices dripping from her face and spread from her hair down to her toes. Having stood, fluids were running out of her pussy and ass down both legs. That she’d been in a busy and wet gangbang session was impossible to dismiss.
“Yes, come on.” I gestured towards the door and stairway.
I led Nicky downstairs and to the patio. She dove into the deep end of our pool, ignoring the three naked couples fucking or making out on our chaises as she went by. As she swam towards the pool steps at the shallow end, I could see her using both hands to clean out her hair and wipe down her body. She paused and I guess tried to douche out the many loads of semen inside her, too. She climbed out and I had a large towel waiting for her. She said, “I’ll wear this and get my clothes some other time.” Fortunately, she sounded concerned.
We headed towards the Winter’s home, taking the short way around the cul-de-sac.
Steve and Ally hadn’t moved from where I’d left them fifteen minutes earlier. From the look Ally gave us, I don’t think Steve had said anything further, but no progress had been made. She shrugged.
Nicky rushed to her husband and sat beside him with her arm around him. She kissed the side of his head, but he didn’t respond. “Baby, what’s wrong? I’m so sorry that I didn’t sense a problem earlier tonight. Can you talk to me? Please tell me what I can do to fix what’s bothering you. Talk to me, please.”
Steve shook his head and was silent for over a minute, then he burst into tears again and put his head in his hands. Nicky hugged him and kissed his bare shoulder. She affirmed, “I love you. I want to care for you and help you get through whatever is upsetting you. We can cope with anything. Come on, we’re a team. Let me be your rock the way you’ve always been mine.”
Steve nodded and sobbed. The tears continued to run down his cheeks as he cried. A few of his noisier sobs escaped as he tried to stifle them. Without looking at Nicky he said, “It’s all changed and so different. You’ve changed. I ... I ... don’t know what to do ... or how to do it. It’s not...”
Nicky was suddenly on the verge of tears in sympathy with him. “We’ll find a way through this. I can change again ... go back to the way I was.”
Steve reeled back with his face wet, and looked at her in shock as though he’d been slapped hard. “NO! You didn’t like yourself. I’ll ... You can’t possibly be serious about reversing ... after this. No!”
Nicky said, “Then we’ll find a different model for me that you and I both like. I get it. The slut model is gone as of this instant.”
Steve nodded but then shook his head negatively almost violently. He didn’t like that option either. I saw confusion. His crying jag had come under control again, but he couldn’t talk.
Ally stood with me as we watched the two of them. She whispered to Nicky, “I think we should go. You okay? Call if you need us – any time, even middle of the night. We love both of you and want to be sure you both end up whole.”
Nicky nodded and we left, pulling the front door firmly shut behind us.
Twenty feet from the door, I muttered under my breath, “Fuck!”
Ally said, “Fuck is right. The open sex was too much for him. I wonder about the others ... and you. I sort of trapped you into this lifestyle at the start going back further when it was KC becoming part of our family.
“Like Nicky, I’d changed and wanted something racier and unconventional in my life compared to when we first got married. I couldn’t articulate my needs beyond that to myself, but KC seemed to provide some of the right words and feelings I wanted. Our partnering with Jim and Darlene – and what that’s become with the swingers’ group and our loose attitude about sex and relationships with others – filled more of what I quested after.”
I defended where we were. “I could have protested if I’d wanted to stop any of what happened. You know I can become assertive when I don’t agree with something. I do have my moments – not as bad as Steve tonight – but overall, I’m alright with where we are. I might want to tweak a few things, but I don’t want to stop any of it. Even when I get jealous of one of the men fucking you or feel controlling, I know those negative feelings are temporary and not what I want.”