Next Door
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 30: Stability
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30: Stability - 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
At the end of May, I sat looking at another large seven-figure check. Frankly, I was astounded at what had happened – what I’d done with Stacy’s help.
I’d quite successfully built, marketed, and sold two more of my apps to Metrobyte, basically a worldwide applications marketing and distribution company that would ensure my work got on the ‘right’ websites and in the ‘right’ app stores so that we made more money. Even with the purchase, I would be in line for royalties depending on the volume of future sales. I did have a five-year maintain and update clause, but I’d be handsomely paid for that work, too.
I was one happy camper. I was happier with the situation that had unfolded at home and around the cul-de-sac where we lived. Specifically, I had a surfeit of beautiful women living in my house and in love with me. I loved them, too.
My beautiful blonde wife of seven years had moved into our ‘new’ house with me a little over two years earlier. We’d been a solid couple since we met nine years earlier. Ally was first in my heart and would hold that position for the rest of time. Ally was a techy for Taymore Systems, an electronics and tech company that appreciated her work. She had received a promotion and a new position in the design department at the company.
Ally joined others in what I teased was the ‘horniest women in the neighborhood’ club. She’d been that way since we met in college, and the only change to that situation had been her refining her skills and increasing her interest in sexual and romantic situations. She told me only a few days previously, “I love you, and I am so appreciative that you allow me to find sexual enjoyment and romantic involvement with other men.” Many kisses had followed to emphasize her gratitude.
KC started in our life as my new next-door neighbor and quickly transitioned to become my blazing hot second wife. She had my heart and shared the nymphomaniac tendencies that Ally enjoyed. They had a romantic thing for each other that I heartily encouraged.
KC remained a happy senior editor for Beaverhead Books, working remotely for them a thousand miles away from their main offices. In addition, she’d become an ‘influencer’ for Steele’s Fitness Products. Since she was athletic and a jock by nature, and knew how to motivate people, she had developed a following on the Internet. The natural thing for her to do was thus to hawk Steele’s products and make some money at it. She was going to be making a mint doing that, let alone her less risky editing job.
Since KC had moved in with Ally and me, she’d decided to rent her home. Thus, a nice young couple had recently moved into the house on a year’s lease and they were already talking about extending for another year or more with an option to buy. KC and Ally liked both Winston (Win) and Sarah, and were hatching plans to seduce them and have them as full participants in the neighborhood sex club. They were going to be coming to their first barbecue and ‘whatever’ with us next Saturday.
The women in my house had been plotting and scheming about what to say and do to lure them into the group. The women in the house had been enlisted to do some nude sunbathing when we knew that Win was home, and especially when he was tending to some of the landscaping in the back yard. That had been a ‘softening exercise’.
Sarah usually took their six-year-old for a wagon ride around the neighborhood and for a bit on the sidewalk towards the nearby school. Ally had been enlisting various men to ‘just happen’ to be taking a walk at the same time, and then volunteering to be good neighbors and pull the wagon while they got to know each other. Of course, the men were always loaded up many compliments about how pretty and lovely Sarah was; sincere yet endearing and seductive.
I had pulled the wagon a few times as I walked with Sarah. During the journey I revealed about my polyamorous homelife and talked about how great the neighbors were – loving even. I did my flirting to add to the building heat.
The plotters practiced the various statements and conversations for Win and Sarah to overhear at the party that might induce them to ask and be interested in the ‘whatever’ part of the evening. The various responses to that line of questioning had been covered, too.
Stacy, the daughter of my neighbors George and Brenda Mason, lived at my house and acted wifely to my delight and the joy of my other wives. She had beautiful auburn hair as well as a few tattoos, and body piercings on her breasts and clitoral hood that inspired some of the other women to get the same or similar additions. I happened to like the ink and the metal.
I had hired Stacy to work parttime with me on the apps that I developed and sold, and she cheered when I had helped her land a parttime job with Geek Patrol. She flourished in both situations.
Stacy lived and worked at my house when she wasn’t doing her Geek Patrol work. We, too, were in love and she was empathic, charming, and a lover to the other women in the house, so had solidified her position in our midst. She had helped scale-up the apps that I’d designed and recently sold. I’d had her create the beta software for them and she proved to be good with her tech skills. I hoped to surprise her with a lump sum bonus of $250,000. Since I was paying her about $70 per hour, the same rate as Geek Patrol, this would be a huge addition to what she’d earned within the past year. She’d be getting a raise, too.
That said, Stacy needed some better work than I had for her and certainly better than what Geek Patrol offered. She needed to grow and evolve in a different environment. We’d talked, and I was starting to put out feelers to find her a much better job that would give her more breadth of experience as well as growth in the computer tech world.
The next addition to the population of my house had been a surprise: Ellie – Nicky and Steve’s daughter. She completed her final year in high school. I had worried about her age when we started our sexual relationship back in December. She was more mature for her age than other seniors, and on a daily basis I can see her exploding into adulthood. Ally and KC especially have her under their wing and are mentoring her about every aspect of life that I can think of.
Ellie’s graduation ceremony resulted in a large crowd of us attending, including the large celebration in the Winter’s backyard afterwards. Many of her classmates were there and I couldn’t believe how sexy and attractive some of them were. Where had these girls been when I was in high school. Besides sexy, some of them were forward and flirty.
The graduation party had gotten sexual later in the evening, and had included a few of her BFFs that lingered on to participate with the others in our swingers’ group to my pleasant surprise. Her friends had been lured into staying by Ellie’s not-too-subtle bragging that she was getting ‘more sex in a week than the rest of the senior class put together got over a year’. I think she was probably accurate given how she circulated at our weekend parties.
Ellie would start college in a couple of weeks at the nearby university for summer courses and then a full course load in the fall. I think Stacy and I swayed her with our work because she was going to be studying computer engineering with a focus on artificial intelligence. Interesting. I wondered whether she’d like to intern with me to try putting some of the AI stuff into my cellphone apps.
Finally, and a total surprise, the newest ‘steady’ member of our household was Penny Taymore, the woman that I’d met at the Taymore Systems Christmas party six months earlier where I’d been Ally’s ‘plus one’. Ally had ended up that evening with a guy she liked, and I found Penny as my companion for the rest of the night. Our one-night stand had become a lasting relationship full of love and a mutual wish to be together. Things happened quickly, and around Valentine’s Day she moved into the house on a trial basis. None of us would let her leave, and she declared the trial successfully completed two months ago.
Penny was the boss’ daughter at Taymore. Ally had worked for the company for about five years but never met her, in part because Penny had only recently graduated from college with a business degree and then an MBA. Although Penny swears that she never said a word and that Ally earned her promotion on her own merit, I think that she might have nudged a thing or two along on her new friend’s behalf.
Penny took to the ethical non-monogamy in both the household and in our group of close and intimate friends like a duck to water. I’ve especially spent many hours implementing my side of the consensual relationship with her, having long and detailed conversations about our emotions, boundaries, diverse needs, and helping to discover each other’s unique needs that we fill for each other. Much of the time, those discussions involve everyone in the house. She’s got the game intellectually, and is almost there emotionally. Sexually, she’s the energizer bunny, that just keeps going and going and going.
Penny has an innocent sexuality about her. She’s the one hold out of everyone in the group to seriously reducing the volume of her pubic hair. She has almost every last follicle in full production except what she delicately removed so she didn’t embarrass herself in a bikini. I love the forest and have encouraged her to keep it without further grooming.
Thus, the population of my household consisted of me – the only male, and five horny women – Ally, KC, Stacy, Ellie, and Penny. The six of us nicely fill the extra-large king-size bed that we bought for the house over a year earlier, and there is much love in our home.
Our household was a significant subset of the larger swingers’ group, which had eleven men and fourteen women when everyone is present. That said, I was in heaven with the many women in my life and swallowed my worry about balance of the sexes, and went on with life. If the women wanted more men in our midst, the onus was on them to make it happen.
I got somewhat possessive of the women in my home. Whenever they have a visitor come for sex and I’m present, I always get that short stab of jealousy and angst when they share a first kiss and then when I see sexual penetration occurring. The latter is epically arousing at the same time, and I value that side of what’s going on more highly. Other than those two moments, I seem to feel a greater warmth about the union.
We started having ‘House Meetings’ twice a month. Each of us agreed to come to the meeting with our viewpoints about things that happened during the previous few weeks and about our accomplishments. We want to overlook something good in someone’s life, what they liked, or things they’d change. We wanted each to reveal how they’re feeling about everything going on in their lives, in the house, and in each of the possible relationships. We’d push to see whether new boundaries or rules were needed, or old ones needed to be disposed of or modified in some way. Those meetings became a time to add things to our house ‘to-do’ list, shopping list, and makeover list, including redecorating.
We adopted a house culture of not letting anything unsettling us slide by without getting near immediate attention. Thus, some of the House Meetings became a summary of things that already got resolved in the last few days. Often, we’d tweak those solutions at the meeting.
One example, that proved easy to resolve. I was frustrated with the lack of counter space in the master bathroom. What did I expect with five women living in that space with me. The place was full of cosmetics, oral hygiene, hair sprays, gels, facial treatments, and about anything else of a feminine nature you could think of that a woman would use in that room. Our shower had a dozen different types of shampoo. I figured that I had about a two-inch-square area to myself, and that was in a bottom drawer.
The solution that I found ideal and not upsetting was for me to move ‘my’ bathroom gear to the guest bathroom down the hallway a few feet. The place was as nice, with new décor and marble, and most days, I had the place to myself.