Next Door
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Chapter 26: Summer
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26: Summer - 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
Summer in Florida is hotter than hell. Almost daily we had afternoon showers as the thunderheads that had been building inland all morning and early afternoon drifted towards the coast and dropped their moisture by way of heavy rain that often exceeded two or three inches an hour and often brought traffic to a standstill. Roads flooded, cars got stuck, traffic backed up, and chaos reigned.
I tried to plan my Geek Patrol work so that I was home or inside and didn’t have to go out from about three o’clock on. I wasn’t always successful, and often got soaked running between a client’s home or condo and my car.
Between the heat and the humidity, and the afternoon-evening showers, the swingers’ group started congregating completely indoors more often than not so we could be in air conditioning and out of the weather. That weather pattern persisted from June through October.
Over that summer, Ally, KC, and I made some modifications to our bedroom. First, we ordered what we called a ‘super-size king-size bed’. The normal king bed was seventy-two inches wide, and could comfortably sleep three of us the way we spooned together. But we had acquired young Stacy and often had visitors for overnights.
Our new bed was twice that – twelve-feet wide, designed especially for us, and took a day to assemble and piece together in the bedroom so that nobody would end up in a crevice between two separate mattresses. We had special pads and linens made for it, and worked out how we’d use top sheets and blankets for each of us. We had to learn how to get in and out of the thing without waking-up any of our partners, plus how to not leave wet spots all over the place as we made love.
We added significantly more dresser space, and rejigged the closet space around the entire bedroom area and not only in the master. After the bedroom rebuilds and projects, we re-opened that area for our Friday and Saturday parties that were still going strong. One night I went in the room with a partner thinking that we’d use the large bed or part of it. There were already five couples on the new bed involved in some serious sex of some kind. The bed was a magnet for indoor sex. The event was so unusual that I went and got my camera and took a panoramic video of the scene from the doorway. I was not put out by the abundance of fucking flesh; I laughed in fact. This was one reason why we’d done the bed as we had.
During the summer, we made several trips for a few days each to see our parents in various parts of the country. We’d ducked out of visits the previous year at both Thanksgiving and Christmas, and needed to make up for it. Instead, we’d had a nearly nonstop orgy with our neighbors.
Despite missing the holidays with them, we were active communicators, each of us doing weekly video calls and an occasional photo or care package to let them know that we cared about them. What we hadn’t done is tell them that we now lived in a polyamorous relationship.
Although we offered to go with her, KC went alone to see her parents since she planned to calmly tell them about our new arrangements before they came to visit for the winter holidays. She did not plan on mentioning her being part of an oversexed group that fucked a lot. According to KC, they were strict and not too enlightened about non-standard relationships or lifestyles.
While KC had hoped to find a time to share the news about our ‘threesome’ or ‘moresome’, she never got enough courage to actually explain everything to her parents. Thus, we entered that autumn with some more communications and revelations to make about our family in her case.
Ally and I went to stay with her parents for five days. We talked about our arrangement, including KC and Stacy our first evening there and showed some pictures of the four of us lounging near our pool. We left the door open for another man or woman to join our relationship.
Upon hearing the news that we had polyamorous connections in our house, Ally’s parents initially went bat-shit-crazy. Her mother actual screamed, “No, no, no. You’re headed for disaster.” Her father wasn’t much better, and I worried about my safety since I figure they would blame me for corrupting their daughter.
Without revealing the full scope of our sexual activities in our neighborhood, we did manage to calmly talk about the relationships that had formed between each of us, how they complemented the overall poly relationship, and how much love we had in the household.
Peggy and Tom Foster, Ally’s parents, eventually calmed, as we shared part of our lifestyle with them – the part of our lifestyle that stopped at our front door most of the time. Ally communicated to her mother that she loved me and was bisexual and loved, in every way, the relationships with the two other women in our ‘family’.
After getting over that hurdle, accepting that her daughter lived with a man and two other woman, our visit became a little friendlier. Tom didn’t say anything, but I felt that he actually looked at me with greater respect after we talked about the ethos in the house and the high level of communications that we maintained so that small problems or issues never grew into larger ones.
Other than to talk about the communications, we never mentioned our sexual predilections, only that we were affectionate and acted like we were on our honeymoon all the time. The translation was that we constantly fucked, but we didn’t say that explicitly.
Ally and I moved on from her parent’s home to mine. Kenneth and Betsy listened intently as Ally and I revealed that we had two other women living with us – and in our bed: KC and Stacy. My parents asked a few questions about them – personalities, jobs, age, and so on. They seemed to take the news in stride, but wanted reassurance that our marriage wasn’t in any jeopardy because we were including two ‘interlopers’. It took a few days to establish that we were on solid ground and happy with the arrangements.
Again, the photographs of the four of us taken around our house helped make KC and Stacy ‘real’ and enabled them to see that they were fine and beautiful young women that appeared to love us.
As for Stacy making a visit to her parents; well, her parents lived about two-hundred feet away on our cul-de-sac, and she saw them several times a week. They were approving and encouraging of our relationship.
With Darren and Luke in Germany, back with Sophie and Metta, Fiona and Helena took to hanging out at our house a lot. The presence of so much horny female flesh resulted in Sven spending a lot of time at the house. One effect was that there was always some kind of sexual activity going on from when we got home from work until bedtime.
Eventually, however, Fiona and Helena’s husbands came home to stay after finishing the project near Frankfurt, and so we only saw them on the weekends. At the same time, Carly seduced Sven into being one of her steady booty calls, and so he shifted to the other side of the cul-de-sac for his mid-week sex.
Halloween happened to fall on the weekend. We had a sex-filled party with weird costumes and body paint – and a lot of fucking, of course. We had to wait until we were sure there were no more trick-or-treaters circulating in the neighborhood before starting anything. That said, it didn’t keep the women in our group from seeing how daring they could get with their costumes.
Thanksgiving suddenly became an important weekend at our house. Ally, KC, and I each had our parents coming from out of town to visit. We had two functioning guest rooms plus our renovated master bedroom. Although each of us offered to the others to have our parents sleep in a nearby motel, the matter was settled as a matter of choice by my parents who preferred that option. They liked their private space.
Because of Thanksgiving and many of us on the cul-de-sac either having visitors, as we were, or traveling to relatives’ homes, everyone reluctantly agreed to cancelling the sex parties for that holiday weekend.
Ally and I had our summer visits with our family and left them informed about our home lifestyle, so this wasn’t a tense time for us in that regard. It would, however, be the first time that our parents saw us living together in our poly family.
For KC, the situation was different. This would be the time that she would have to reveal that she lived with us as a full-fledged ‘wife’ – a wife to three other people. The three of us, of course, would be there to support her, but anticipated an ‘I-told-you-so’ moment, because we’d chided her for not saying something when she was with them over the summer.
One other event was noteworthy at the start of that week. KC had put her house that was next door to us for rent with the same real estate company that Rick and Clark worked for. Although it had taken months, not surprising over a summer in Florida, the place had finally rented for a year with option to renew, and the new tenants were moving in to the partially furnished home that Thanksgiving week – a young couple and their six-year-old child.
KC had a fire pit integral to her patio. We’d created a flagstone path between our patio and hers, and often had a group of us sitting around the fire recuperating from other activities. With the new tenants, we’d have to give up our naked treks to her backyard to sit, talk, and drink.
I briefly realized that we’d have to be cognizant that from the fire pit, part of our backyard and pool would be visible. We’d have to moderate the outside nudity and sex when we saw the fire was lit, just-in-case the tenants were out in that portion of their yard.