The neighbors had been relatively quiet throughout the cathouse transition. Henry's few encounters seemed to accept his story that it had become an off-campus sorority house and Lana, the house manager/mentor. The only concern that any neighbor expressed was, 'Are they noisy?'
In general, their worry was assuaged with each passing day of relative calm and the cathouse faded nicely into the neighborhood. Other than an occasional knock at the front door, the customer traffic had been directed to the back of the house where Henry had built a clever entry made of tall fencing. Being the corner lot at the end of a dead end with nothing but wooded area on the other side made it the perfect location.
They only had to be aware of noisy sex, pool parties or a combination of the two. Ironically, the loudest sex noises came from the 'house mother', Lana, routinely screaming during an anal session.
Even so, the sound rarely traveled past Henry's house so all was well...except for next door neighbor, Edgar.
Edgar enjoyed asking questions and he was clearly fascinated with the sorority house so he routinely sought Henry's ear to ask yet another question.
One morning as Henry was tidying the flower bed in his front yard, Edgar, seeing that Henry was tending to both properties, started in with the annoying questions.
"See you're doing some yard work for the sorority house, Henry," said the grand inquisitor, "Must be a little tiring, eh?"
"Oh, it's fine. Just helping my wife out."
"Are you two alright? I'm sorry but I used to hear the fights and it wasn't pretty."
"Oh, we're fine," Henry said, wanting to strangle Edgar and bury his snooping ass in the flower bed. "All couples fight but we're really working together now so it's good."
"Glad to hear that. Well I've got to go in. Talk to you later." And as he walked away, Henry prayed for a misplaced rake to rise up and do the deed. Alas, there were no injuries.
***
Later when Henry manned the desk, he thought again how weird it was to be booking time with men who would be fucking his wife. It wasn't repulsive necessarily because he was doing it obligingly but just fucking weird. Reviewing the arc of their relationship, there was a declaration of love, there was a courtship, there was supposed commitment, and now he was pimping Lana out to strangers...and then, to use a baseball analogy, his love life hit a double to deep left by falling in love with Abigail. Two on, nobody out.
He felt like kicking his own ass for not knowing how to better manage a complicated life.
Deep in thought, he sat with his head in his hands as Abigail stuck her head around the corner, "Hey, Mr. Mopey, I thought I had a two o'clock and it's already two fifteen?"
"Sorry, he called and said he'd be late. Forgot to tell you."
She walked over and put an arm around his shoulder, "Are you having another one of those struggle days?"
"Ya, I guess so."
"Your wife was right about one thing. You get everything locked up in that head of yours and think you can straighten it all out in there but, my love, you can't. Relationships are too messy and unpredictable for that. What you can do is be caring, loving, understanding and unselfish and that is essentially what you've already been doing so don't be so hard on yourself. You can fix the lawnmower but you can't fix other people."
"What the fuck, Abby? Are women always smarter than men?"
"Yes," she smiled, "but don't tell anyone."
A knock at the back door and Henry got up, "That's him. I'll take care of it and send him up."
"Thanks, baby," she kissed him and went upstairs.
After taking the man's money he sent the customer up to Abby. He couldn't help himself and watched them fuck on the monitor. He decided that this was a rightful perk and part of his job. He also decided that jerking off while watching was also a rightful perk.
For such a small girl Abigail was particularly adept at taking cock all the way down her throat. The fact that her gag reflex was almost non-existent allowed him to jam his fairly large dick until it was out of sight and then hold it. It was like some sort of magic trick and he went nuts, "Oh fuck, you hot little cunt! Ohhhoooooo, shit!"
When he released her head he was on fire from the blowjob and tossed her on the bed. In a frenzy he ripped her panties off, stuffed them in her mouth, grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair and roughly fucked her harder than Henry had ever seen her take it before.
The assailant went from anchoring the bang festival by pulling her hair to reaching for her throat. Abigail was turning red from the choke and held onto his arm to ease it up slightly. "You like this, whore?" She nodded as best she could.
In a flash he turned her over on all fours and went mad dog, slapping her little ass til it was blazing red. Bang, bang, bang like a machine he kept at it. Abigail kept wondering how he still hadn't exploded yet. Bang, bang, bang, jerking her head back and forth.
Henry was urgently stroking his cock under the desk.
About 30 minutes into his 60 he switched it up and had her mount up cowgirl. While riding him he asked her to slap him across the face, which she did. "Again!!" he said, and again she laid a hand across his cheek. He smiled, "Hit me again, whore, it gets me off while I'm fucking you."
She twerked her rear and slapped him again. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close...again, baby!! She smacked him again and "Uhnnnnnnn, fuck...fuck!!! Uhnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!
He loudly filled her with his cream and seemed particularly proud of his handiwork as he pulled out and watched it slowly seep back out.
"Look at that, baby."
"That's your fuck spunk, big boy," she said, feeding his fantasy.
He sat on her bed, red faced and satisfied. "Was that good for you?" she asked him.
"Hell ya. You're so tiny but you fuck like a wildcat. Now lick me clean."
When the newly christened, Mr. Fuck Spunk, had gone Abigail came back down to the greeting area where Henry was cleaning the carpet cum, "So how'd you like the show?"
"What show?"
"You know what show. By the way, you missed a spot over there."
"Well, you know, just checking that my girlfriend was alright."
"Oh, so I'm your girlfriend am I?"
Unsure of his footing, "Well, ya, I think so. I'm not sure but I think so." She sat on his lap and kissed him passionately. He held all of her in his arms for what seemed like the only place he would ever want to be.
Lana broke the serenity, "Hey, put that down unless you're going to buy it."
Abigail shot her the look of death, "Henry, when's my next appointment?"
"Four o'clock, the big guy. I hope you're not crushed." The 'big guy' was a former pro football lineman who had retired and padded his already immense frame with plenty of extra poundage. He had an appetite for petite girls and Abigail virtually disappeared beneath his girth.
As Abigail left the room, Lana sat in the chair opposite Henry's desk and asked, "When's my next?"
