Chapter 1

“So, Honey,” Cheryl smiled at me uncertainly, “What do you think?”

There was a loaded question.

Cheryl and I had been married for the last 5 years. We were neither of us virgins when we met. I had been working in an electronics store doing board-level repair and she was working down the street as a secretary in a furniture business when we met at the coffee cart on the street on the way to work.

We had started simply by meeting at the coffee cart on several occasions, and as often as not chatting as we were waiting for our coffees. She had to get coffee for her bosses, and I usually picked it up for myself and the three other techs that worked with me as the cart was on my way to work. Usefully I had a small one-bed apartment about 5 blocks from the store I worked in so I walked to work.

I would like to say that she was superstar beautiful, with a model physique but that would be a lie. She was pretty in a girl next door sort of way. She was about 5ft 6 tall and slim with small breasts and a tight little butt. It was not her looks that initially attracted me to her but her sense of humour and the fact that she had a ready answer to the pickup lines she sometimes encountered while waiting for coffee. I often winced at some of the burns she inflicted when an ill-advised pick-up line came her way.

After about a month of these chance meetings I decided to see if I could succeed where others had failed and braced myself for her wrath, I asked her if she fancied a date. I was pleasantly surprised not only not to be roasted and even more surprised that she accepted.

A year later we were married in a small ceremony.

I described Cheryl but not me. Well – here’s me. My name is Alan Griffin and at the time of marriage, I was 26 and had all my own hair and teeth. Was about 5ft 10 in height and in reasonably good shape. I ran a couple of miles each morning and worked out in the gym once a week.

After we married, the owner of the business I was working in wanted to retire and following some lengthy discussions with Cheryl and my boss, I decided that I would take out a business loan and take over the business. We had three years of stress where I was working 100+ hours a week to make enough money to both pay off the business loan and pay our living expenses but we had come out the other side stronger and happier for it. Cheryl had left her job at the furniture store and was now working full time in my business doing clerical work and doing the billing and accounts. I still employed the three other techs that had worked with me initially but had expanded our workforce with another two technicians and the business was doing well.

Looking back, I almost regret that we did so well as we may not have been in the position, we were now had we not had the money to buy the house we had moved into 8 months ago, in a small 4 property gated community about an hour’s drive from my shop.

At the time though I couldn’t think of anything that would have made my life more perfect. I was married to the love of my life, my soulmate, the future mother of my children, and the most perfect woman I could have ever imagined. My sex life was fantastic. Cheryl was probably not the most adventurous in the bedroom but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm and frequency. She was not a huge fan of blowjobs but loved me to go down on her. Anal, however, was out. She had tried it once with one of her previous boyfriends and had instantly concluded that that particular route was an exit only. My business was thriving, and I was even considering employing another tech, we were starting to amass savings and we had moved into a beautiful 4-bedroom property with a huge garden and pool. I was living the dream.

We were due to move into our new property on a Saturday morning, and so the previous Saturday, I had visited the three other properties in the community to introduce myself and to warn them that we would be moving in that Saturday and to apologize for any noise or disruption our move would cause them. Cheryl declined to accompany me, choosing instead to go shopping for last-minute items we would need for the new house.

At the first house, I met Bob and Sheila Strickland. Bob was a quantity surveyor with the county and Sheila was a stay-at-home Mom. They were older than us, probably in their mid-forties. Bob was short, about 5ft 5, and stocky but not fat. He told me that he ran and when I said that I also did a couple of miles each morning said he would be happy to show me his morning route, which was longer than mine at about 5 miles, but I could adapt if I didn’t want to run that far. Sheila was taller than Bob and much more Rubenesque in stature. She had large breasts which defied gravity and didn’t seem to move when she did. She had a little bit of a paunch and muffin top but wide hips and a round and firm rear that I am sure many men would have been happy to lose themselves in. They had twin girls Jessica and Sophie who were 10 years old with red hair and freckles. Since neither of the parents was a redhead, I did wonder at their coloration, but it was none of my business.

Bob and Sheila were happy to meet me and said that the disruption would be no problem.

Dave and Tracey Heron were in the house next door to us, and they were delighted to see that we were moving in. They told me they had moved in about 18 months previously and found a real community spirit in their neighbours. Like us, they were in their early thirties. Dave was a large man, easily 6ft 4 tall, and built like a barn. He was in construction, and like me, owned his own business. Tracey worked in a local car dealership as a finance officer. She was also tall, topping me by at least an inch, and had mid-brown shoulder-length hair. She had a runner’s physique with small breasts and hips and since she was wearing lycra shorts and a cut-off top, I could easily see that she had not an ounce of extra fat on her. Dave told me that he had done some work on my house for the previous occupants, had built the deck, and done various odd jobs and would be happy to give me preferential rates on any work I needed. In return, I offered to do any electronic repairs he might need again at discounted rates.

I was less enamoured with our final neighbour, who lived in the largest house on the street, at the end of the cul-de-sac.

He introduced himself as Jeremy. He was around the same height as me and I guessed his age to be in the mid to late fifties. He had grey hair with some residual streaks of red and he told me that he was a tax accountant. I had a strong desire to wash my hands after we shook hands. His wife, however, was a very pleasant lady. Beth seemed younger and I immediately thought of her as a trophy wife. She was probably 10 years Jeremy’s junior. She looked to be the product of a lot of spa days, tanning salons, gym work, and probably a little plastic surgery. She was just over 5ft tall but had larger breasts which had to be false as they looked kind of out of place on her otherwise petite frame. Her most outstanding feature however was her eyes which were a very light but intense blue colour which I suspected might be contacts. She had a warm smile though and held my hand in both of hers as she welcomed me. “Jeremy and I are the longest-standing residents.” She told me “We moved in as they built this community and before the rest of the houses were built.”

“We are very close with Dave, Tracy, Bob, Sheila, and the girls.” she continued “We almost consider them family. I’m hoping that we can be friends too.”

“What about the people that had the house before us?” I asked. “I never got to meet them. What were they like?”

“Gerald and Stephanie.” Interjected Jeremy “They were good people. Gerald was in the forces and spent most of the time they lived here on deployment. Poor Stephanie was all alone for pretty much all the time they had in the house. Sadly, as sometimes happens, their marriage didn’t survive the separation. I heard that she had an affair with someone she worked with. They sold the house when they divorced.”

The move-in was uneventful and each of our new neighbours came over to introduce themselves to Cheryl and bring us something. Between them, they had cooked up a meal. Dave had smoked brisket and Sheila had put together a salad to go with it. Beth brought dessert. I kind of felt obliged to ask them to stay and eat with us but they each declined, saying that we were too busy to entertain, and they just wanted to give us some time to settle in.

The next day there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find the twins grinning up at me.

“Hello, Mr. Griffin,” they said in unison.

“Morning ladies” I replied, “What can I do you for?”

“We were hoping that we would be able to use your pool,” Jessica said.

“What now?” I asked a little surprised

“The lady that was here before kind of let us use the pool whenever we wanted. We were hoping we could carry on like that. We don’t have a pool and we love to swim.”

I looked around at Cheryl who had followed me to see who was at the door.

“I’m kind of not comfortable with you being here without one of your parents,” I said, “Can you maybe ask your mom or Dad to come over and talk to me about it?”

They looked disappointed but quickly ran off in the direction of their own house.

About 10 minutes later they returned with not one but both of their parents in tow.

“Hi, Alan,” Bob said. “I told the girls to at least give you time to move in, but you know what kids are like.”

“Not yet” I laughed “But maybe one day” I looked across at Cheryl and she smiled at me.

“So,” I continued the girls tell me that they had an arrangement with the previous owners to use the pool?”

“Yes.” said Sheila “Stephanie loved the girls and let them use the pool any time they wanted.”

“Well in theory I don’t see a problem but there are some practical issues that I would like to resolve first,” I said.

“Such as,” said Bob.

“Well to be honest guys. I’m not comfortable with the idea of them using the pool unless one of you accompanies them. There are a couple of reasons for this. Firstly, we are not going to be here all the time, and the thought that they may get into trouble in the pool with nobody to help around bothers me. Also, and to be frank, you don’t know me from Adam, are you really happy to entrust your young girls to someone you only met a week ago? I could be an axe murderer for all you know!!”

Bob laughed.

“I doubt it. Jeremy does a pretty thorough background check on people who are looking to buy in the close. If you had anything on your record to worry about your offer on the house would have been declined”

I frowned a little at that.

“But I take your point about the safety issue. How about this? Would you be happy for the girls to use your pool if Sheila is with them? We’ll even keep your outside fridge stocked up with drinks and snacks for everyone’s use”

The twins looked at me hopefully.

I looked across at Cheryl and raised my eyebrow and she shrugged.

And so, it became a thing.

Since I was looking to hire a new tech and didn’t yet want to move to bigger premises, we decided we could convert one of our bedrooms into an office and Cheryl could work from home. Her desk at the office was converted to a new workstation. I also created a workstation in the garage so I could tinker with stuff and do odd repairs without having to go to the office.

For the next three months, I would often come home to find Cheryl and Sheila sitting on the deck chatting and the twins in the. We became friends with the other residents of the close and a couple of times a month we alternated visiting each other houses. I still found Jeremy to be a bit creepy but just put it down to him being a different generation. For the first few visits, I watched his interactions with Cheryl and the other wives (and to be honest the twins) but saw nothing alarming. The twins seemed fearless around all the adults, almost treating them all as surrogate parents and while Jeremy was not averse to PDAs with his wife Beth, he never even seemed to glance at the other wives.

I guess the first indication that there was something strange going on was one Saturday night. We had all been across at Bob and Sheila’s, had a barbecue and a few beers, and had a nice evening. Cheryl had been particularly affectionate all evening and we had ended the night with her sitting in my lap. She had been surreptitiously grinding her ass into me for the last hour and so I had had to try and hide my arousal when it was time to come home.

“What’s got into you?” I asked her, laughing, as we reached our front door.

“Nothing yet” she replied silkily “But we are about to change that.” And before I could even get the door open she dropped to her knees, right there on the porch, and fished my still hard cock out of my pants and sucked it into her mouth.

I froze. A mixture of shock, fear, embarrassment, and pleasure rooted me to the spot.

Looking around I saw Dave and Tracey making their way home. Dave didn’t look around but I saw Tracey turn her head and grin. She offered me a small wink

“Cheryl! What the hell??” I exclaimed “they can see us”

I opened the door and pulled her to her feet hustling her inside.

She grinned at me unrepentant, grabbed my now aching dick, and pulled me into the bedroom.

Dropping to her knees again she took me into her mouth again, licking and sucking me until I didn’t know the day of the week. She seemed to be able to sense my impending release and stopped short. She then started to remove her clothes before going back down on me again.

She did this several times, stopping short, removing some clothes, first hers and then mine, and then going back. Eventually, we were both naked and she was bobbing her head up and down on my cock as she had never done before.

“I’m gonna...” I said and she stopped bobbing with just the head of my cock in her mouth and looked up at me, holding eye contact as she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her head, almost forcing me to hold her head in position as I emptied my soul into her mouth. She never faltered. Keeping up the swirling action with her tongue and not losing a drop of my offering.

Finally, my orgasm subsided and I heard a large gulp as she swallowed it all down. Something she had never done before.

“Wow!” I said, “Where did that come from?”

“We’ve been really busy since we moved in,” she said. “You realize it’s a week since we had sex?”

It was true. What with the business and getting the house set up we had both been too tied up with the day-to-day and our sex life had suffered. Our last time had been a Saturday morning quickie the previous week. Even that had been curtailed as we had heard the twins jumping into the pool and didn’t want them to hear us having sex. We had gone out to find Sheila and Bob on our deck and the girls playing in the pool.

“Well, that was amazing!” I said “Now get your ass on that bed, I think I have some making up to do”

She lay back on the bed and I straddled her, my face above hers and my still hard cock resting on her mons.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could still taste some of me on her tongue but that had never been an issue for me, and I returned the kiss eagerly, before moving down to kiss and nip at her neck. I licked and nibbled at her neck for a while, all the time gently running my fingers over her breasts, avoiding the nipples which were now flushed and standing up eagerly. Slowly I moved down her body kissing and nipping gently until I captured her nipple in my mouth, and she gasped. I licked and chewed lightly at one nipple while gently pinching and rolling the other. She was bucking her hips against my thigh now and already I could feel the wetness as she rubbed up against me. Still teasing her nipple with my teeth, I stroked down her belly towards her pussy. I felt the fuzz but just as my hand was about to come into contact with her mound, I skipped over it and began to stroke her inner thigh.

“Bastard!” she complained “Stop teasing me!”

I moved down her body, licking and kissing her belly pausing briefly to run my tongue around her belly button, before parting her thighs and settling between them bringing me within reach of her now dripping pussy.

I kissed the inside of her thigh and ran my tongue up it until I almost hit her labia and then backed off, doing the same on the other side.

“Please!” She whispered.

Gently I parted her lower lips with my fingers exposing her beautiful entrance.

I ran my tongue all the way up from her tight little rosebud across one labia but stopped short of her clit. She cooed, I repeated the process on the other side and began to alternate, licking up and down, now and then I would circle her opening with the tip of my tongue but not yet touching her clit. Her hips began to move of their own accord and I could feel she was heating up. I reached up and began teasing her nipples with my fingers while continuing the assault on her pussy and she started to pant. Thrusting hard at my face. Eventually, as I knew she would, she grabbed my head and almost violently pulled my face into her. It was then that I took her clit into my mouth and began to toy with it, circling it with the tip of my tongue, running the rough flat of my tongue over it, and then sucking it with my lips and occasionally even a gentle tease with my teeth. She didn’t last long. With a final buck and a scream, I am sure that the whole close heard she came, her juices squirting across my chin and chest. She had clamped her thighs closed and was holding my head almost trying to push my face inside her while she rode out her orgasm. Was starting to see black dots in front of my eyes before she finally relaxed and released me.

I looked up at her from my position between her legs. I blew on her clit and she shuddered with an aftershock. She looked down at me and I smiled up at her.

“Come up here and fuck me” she demanded.

Climbing back up her body, I paused once again to lick and nip at her nipples and she once again twitched in aftershock before pulling me up into another deep kiss. This time I guess she was tasting herself in the kiss, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I felt her wrap her legs around me and without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled me into her.

The heat was incredible. She was so wet that I had no trouble entering her. I was not huge, I was almost the definition of average. About 6” long but I fit her perfectly. She began to grind into me still holding me in the kiss and I reciprocated, starting gently to move in and out in long smooth strokes. As we continued to kiss she started thrusting back up at me, encouraging me to move more. She broke the kiss for an instant.

“Faster!” she begged, “Fuck Me!”

I obliged and began to move faster, pushing right into her before pulling back until I was only about an inch inside her, before pushing right back in. Each time I pushed in I could feel her wetness squirting out around me. I increased my speed until I was pounding at her with everything I had. She had thrown her head back and was making incoherent sounds, her eyes scrunched closed.

“Yes!” she exclaimed “Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME YES!!!!” her legs which were now wrapped around me clamped against me and I was suddenly unable to move as she wrapped her arms and legs around me clinging to me with everything she had. I felt stinging on my back as her nails dug into me and then her pussy began to spasm. It was a sensation almost like when she had sucked me off earlier. I stood no chance, and I came, emptying myself into her as she clung to me until I was completely drained.

We lay like that for a few minutes, each of us twitching occasionally with aftershocks that would set the other off before we separated. I was going to go get a towel for her but she held onto me, pushing me down onto my side before twisting around until I was spooning her, Her ass nestling into my groin and my arms around her.

“That was amazing. “I said, “I love you.”

She snuggled in “I love you too.”

I was beginning to doze when

“Alan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Who would you say is sexier Tracy or Sheila?”

My eyes snapped open. This seemed to be dangerous ground.

“Neither. “I said, “The only sexy one in this close is you.”

“Bullshit.” She laughed “come on. Which one? Or do you prefer Beth?”

“I haven’t even considered it,” I said “why would I when I have you? You are everything I want and need.”

“So, you’re telling me that when Sheila and the girls are over, and she is sat on the deck in her bikini you haven’t even thought about...”

“NO! I haven’t” I said a little more forcefully than I intended “Why would you ask such a thing?”

“It’s perfectly natural to look,” she said, “Healthy even.”

“OK then,” I said becoming a little more annoyed Whom would you say is sexier Bob or Dave?” I paused “Or Jeremy?”

She must have sensed my annoyance because she turned over to face me.

“Hey, it was just an idle question.” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently. “It was just idle curiosity is all. I guess I wanted some reassurance you still found me attractive.”

“Of course I do.” I reassured her “You are the most beautiful woman I know. You are my love, my life, and the mother of my future children.”

She tucked her head under my chin and snuggled in. Then giggled “Eww! Wet spot”

I laughed and went to get a towel.

Cheryl fell asleep quickly, her breathing slow and regular. It took me a little longer to doze off, my mind replaying the conversation a slight feeling of unease nagging at me.

The next neighbourly get-together we had I was a little embarrassed when I caught Tracey’s eye.

“So did you have a good time last Saturday?” she asked coming over to me.

I grinned sheepishly “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what got into Cheryl”

“I saw what got into Cheryl,” she said with a laugh “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t offended. I have to say it kind of got my motor running too. Dave got lucky that night as well.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” I said

“Shame.” she replied, “I kind of enjoyed it. It looked like you were enjoying it too.”

I was rescued at this point by Cheryl who came over to talk to Tracey about something. I moved away.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened over the next couple of weeks. I went to work. Cheryl worked from home. I often came home to find the twins in the pool and Sheila and Cheryl on the deck with a glass of wine chatting amicably.

We had deliberately started to put time aside for ourselves. Since our amazing night of sex, we had decided that we would have at least one date night per week during the week, and make time for each other at the weekend also so we were having sex two to three times per week and each time the sex was better.

The next red flag was on a date night about a month later.

Once again, we had, I thought, an amazing night. We had just about fucked and sucked each other into oblivion, this time we hadn’t even reached the bedroom and were cuddled up together on the sofa in the living room.

Once again I was just starting to doze, and considering whether we should move into the bedroom when.

“Alan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is there anything you would like to try,” she asked.

“I’ve always fancied having a shot at skydiving,” I said deliberately misunderstanding. I remembered our conversation from that first night and was instantly wary.

“No Silly.” she said, “In the bedroom.”

“Oh,” I said, “well perhaps we could get a bigger TV, and maybe a games console for in there.”

She sat up, pouting at me.

“You know what I mean,” she said, “I mean in bed!”

I sighed

“Not really,” I said “I cannot think of anything we haven’t already done that I would like to try. I have had my fingers and tongue just about everywhere on your body, and we have had sex in positions and places in the house we never did before. Our sex life is awesome and I’m happy with it.”

She looked at me.

“What makes you ask?” I asked with some trepidation.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said “You read all kinds of stories about things like roleplaying stuff, and I just want to make sure that you are not missing out on anything you may want to do. I want you to be satisfied with me. Sheila says that keeping it interesting in the bedroom is the recipe for a happy marriage.”

“Sheila says?” I asked.

“Yes,” she continued. Not seeming to pick up on my change of mood.

“She says that doing the same stuff, as we do, eventually will mean we will stagnate and that is when we start to grow apart.”

“And when did she say all this?” I asked, my voice becoming a little colder.

“Oh, you know when we were talking, when the girls were over using the pool.”

I sat up.

“And you are discussing our sex life with Sheila?” I asked.

“What? No, well not really, only sort of.”

“Why would you even do that?” I asked becoming more annoyed.

“She’s a friend.” She said, “and I’m at home alone all day and it’s good to have someone to talk to.”

“You are supposed to be working, not sitting with Sheila discussing our private life,” I said.

“I do work” she pouted “but I am allowed to have breaks am I not? Boss?” She was starting to become annoyed.

“Yes. “I said “You are allowed breaks. But there are some topics of conversation that need to be kept private. And our sex life is one of those. I’m not comfortable with you sharing my personal information with people outside our marriage. Does Sheila tell you about their sex life?”

“We talk about all kinds of things” she hedged.

“So not only are you sharing our personal information with an outsider, but you are also doing so around two underaged girls. This is not right” I wasn’t exactly shouting but it was getting close.

She recoiled a little from me.

“Why are you getting angry with me?” she asked, a catch in her voice.

“Because you are sharing things about our private life with people outside our marriage, someone, I may add that you barely know. How would you feel if I went to work and started discussing what we did in the bedroom with the girl at the coffee stand or one of the customers when they come in?”

“That’s completely different. Sheila says...”

“FUCK SHEILA!!”I yelled “I don’t want to hear about Sheila. This Is about you and me.”

Cheryl burst into tears and ran from the room. I heard the bedroom door slam.

I sighed heavily.

I needed Cheryl to take a break from Sheila. I was becoming more and more concerned with the influence the older woman was having on my wife.

I decided I needed to find out what the hell was going on. What exactly was being said? I also decided to try and track down the previous owners of our house and see if they would be willing to speak to me about what had happened to them.

I went into the workshop and got a few tools, before going into the office.

“Why didn’t you come to bed?”

I woke to find Cheryl standing over me. I realized it was light and looked at my watch. It was just after seven. I would normally be getting up just about now.

“I guess I fell asleep on the couch,” I said.

She looked at me warily.

“Are you still mad at me?” she asked in a small voice.

“I’m still not happy that you have been discussing intimate details about our private life with someone outside our marriage,” I said “But I’m not mad at you. I love our life just now. I love our sex life and what we do together. I don’t see the need for others to be inserting themselves into our lives like she seems to be trying to do.”

“She just wants us to be happy,” she said “Sheila says that...”

“Sheila says far too much about stuff she has no business involving herself in. Are you unhappy with what we have together? Did we not have the most amazing night last night?”

“Up until the point that you got angry with me.” She answered.

“And I got angry when you started talking about Sheila and her opinion of our marriage. Had we not had that conversation we would have gone to bed content and spent the night in each other’s arms.”

She looked at her feet.

“Now I need to get ready for work.” I got up and went into the bathroom.

After breakfast I prepared to leave for work, Cheryl went into the office.

I heard her say in a very sarcastic voice.

“Oh, What a surprise. There is no internet connection.”

I grimaced. Perhaps it was a bit obvious, but I just had to go with it now. I had damaged the router and would have to repair it so I couldn’t just go in and make it work again. I Played dumb

“What do you mean there is no internet connection? It was working fine yesterday.”

“Yes, it was!” she replied acidly “And yet here we are with no internet connection”

“Have you tried resetting the router?” I asked.