G'day again,
The first five parts of this story were posted prior to Christmas. Reading them would help you follow this chapter but it's not mandatory. Here is a brief synopsis of what has happened to refresh readers memories.
A young couple moved out of the city to a newly purchased house on the Central Coast. The first weekend they observed their older neighbours having sex in a spa from their side window. It was the start of a series of events beginning with finding their neighbour's old phone with various sex clips on it. This led them to the realisation their new neighbours were swingers. A weekend away at a camp ground confirmed it as they witnessed some of their neighbour's friends openly swapping partners. All of this had the effect of turbo charging the couple's own sex life. The culmination of part five saw the young couple invited over for an evening with their neighbours. There were two other couples in attendance. When the party took a decadent turn the young couple bailed out. But not before they both indulged in some foreplay with their neighbours partners. Afterwards some new details from their weekend away were revealed that made the young couple reassess their relationship.
Pt 6 continues on from there. The end of this part lends itself to a natural break in the storyline. I have some other ideas to continue it but they haven't gone beyond an outline. To give you an indication of the direction I've included at the end a few thousand words from the first part of a sequel. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Lastly in the comments of my last story @RanDog025 suggested a way to improve my editing would be to get a text to speech app and listen to what I've written. This is the first time I've tried it so let me know if you think it's improved my story. It's been a great help picking up missed or wrong words. Of course you still have to put up with my mangled grammar, spelling and sentence structure...
Cheers
CharlieB4
Tree Change Pt 6
Tags. Voyeurism, Oral sex, Big dick, Sex.
I don't know if it was a deliberate plan or just another example of the randomness of life but it was three weeks before we even saw our neighbours again. After our discussion we'd both admitted our interest in taking things further with Zac and Johanna. It seemed to be a predetermined spot in our future that whatever decision we made was unavoidable. From my point of view it was like we were approaching it with equal parts of anxiety and excitement. And the longer it took to get to there meant more room for anxiety and doubt.
For the next week the first topic of conversation between us was, have you seen the neighbours? Like we were expecting their every waking moment to be dedicated to our moral degradation. By the end of the second week a slither of glumness descended on our mood whenever Zac or Johanna were mentioned. To bastardise an Oscar Wilde quote, the only thing worse than being desired was not to be desired.
When we did finally bump into them it was in the most unlikely of places. A Saturday afternoon grocery shop. We were exiting from the chips, sweets and chocolate aisle near the dairy section and they were right in front of us. It was clear we were all caught off guard. There was restrained greetings from both sides. Then we moved on.
"Gee, that was awkward." Alena whispered as we made our way up the soft drink aisle.
Shopping continued and as often happens when you see someone you know in these cavernous supermarkets we kept passing each other. Each time there would be another nod of recognition or a casual verbal aside.
"Fancy coming all this way to meet our neighbours..."
When we got close to the end of our shopping we split up. I went to the frozen section for some ice cream while Alena realised we had forgotten toilet paper. I'd gotten our favourite selection and was heading to the exit when I passed the toilet paper section. Alena was still there talking to Johanna. Our neighbour saw me and waved. Alena turned around with a slightly guilty expression that she quickly hid behind a smile. The supermarket check out wasn't the appropriate place to quiz my wife about what was said so I waited until we'd loaded the car.
"Well?"
"Well what?" My wife was playing hard to get.
"What did Johanna say?"
"She apologised, for showing you the photos. Said she realised after it was like a betrayal of trust and she hoped it didn't cause a rift."
"What did you tell her?"
"That we talked about it. That I'd felt bad for not telling you earlier."
"Anything else?"
"No, just um she wanted to know if you were angry about it. I said, a bit, at first, but you know we got it sorted and then..." Alena stopped abruptly and went quiet.
"Come on, out with it. And then what?"
"She asked if I um, if I liked holding Zac's cock."
"And what did you say?"
"I didn't get a chance to reply. You appeared and Johanna waved at you."
"So she didn't say anything about inviting us over again?"
"No," I could tell Alena was getting irritated with my questions. "She just said we'll have to catch up."
I resisted asking more questions until we were almost home.
"So, what were you going to say about holding Zac's cock?"
"I don't know Lachlan. Look if you are that obsessed with fucking Johanna just go over and ask her. I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige you like she does the rest of the country."
"Hey don't start on me little Miss Innocent who's had Zac's cock in her mouth and Lin's cum on her face."
"Oh fuck off!"
Needless to say I took the groceries inside and put them away by myself. It wasn't till that evening that Alena spoke to me again. A gruff question about what I wanted for dinner. My suggestion of takeaway was accepted. When I asked what she wanted she said she didn't care.
I ordered at the local Indian restaurant we frequented then went to the bottle shop four doors down. I was looking for a Pinot Noir I knew Alena liked. As part of our budgeting we'd only been getting the no labels stuff. I thought it might be a nice peace offering. I went around the end of one of the display shelves into the next aisle and there was Johanna. She was crouching down reaching for a bottle on a lower shelf so she didn't see me at first.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," she said when she looked up.
"I'm beginning to think you've got a tracker on me."
"This was our local bottle shop long before you came here Lachlan." Johanna was clearly a little peeved by my remark.
"I didn't mean that in a bad way."
Johanna's face softened and she came towards me.
"You know we would never had dropped the two of you in the deep end, so to speak, if we had known. It was just after seeing the photos of Alena with the others..." She put her hand gently on my forearm. "Have you and Alena had a chance to process it?"
"Yes, no lasting damage." Johanna hand gave a little squeeze as she smiled at me to let me know she was pleased.
"Would you maybe like, to come over again? Just the two of you?"
"That's a little more tricky." I couldn't help doing a quick scan of our surroundings for people within earshot. "We had a long talk straight after. The up shot of that was yes, but since then we've had a few blues about it."
"So that's a maybe. A maybe no? Or a maybe yes?" Johanna's hand slid a little further down my arm and her index finger toyed with the waistband of my shorts.
"Maybe yes, I think. It just can't come from me. Alena, she's interested but she doubts my motivation. She thinks I'll say anything because I'm desperate to get with you."
"She showed more than a passing interest in my husband last time."
"I get into trouble for saying things like that."
"I understand," Johanna said with a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. "Leave it to me handsome."
"And this conversation didn't happen."
Johanna winked at me then went to the counter to buy her wine. I half expected her to be laying in wait outside but I didn't see her again that evening. Nor for the rest of the week. The mood between Alena and I improved greatly though. To the point that we had sex on Thursday and Friday night. Just our normal married variety. The truth of the matter was as we lay intertwined in bed on Friday night I was beginning to think that this was enough. Any deviation from this was only going to cause trouble.
I had to go into work on Saturday morning. It wasn't something I'd done since we moved to the central coast. When I'd lived in Sydney and I was only new at the job I'd often gone to the office on the weekend. The overtime and brownie points with the boss made it an attractive option. Now the travel meant I lost too much of my weekend so I'd resisted the corporate demands. A fast approaching deadline meant I couldn't squib it this time.
It was close to three in the afternoon before I got home. Alena was just back from the beach. We stayed in the rest of the afternoon. Had tacos for dinner then watched some Netflix. I was tired so I went to bed first. I felt Alena get into bed when I was just at the point of falling asleep. She moved close and put her arm around me. I put my hand on hers and lent back into her a little. A silent way to say goodnight and I love you. I'd almost drifted back into the sandman's arms when my wife whispered.
"I had coffee with Johanna this morning."
Perhaps it was lucky I was not completely with it because my noncommittal grunt was entirely spontaneous. When she repeated herself I willed my body to stay relaxed and not give a clue as to my internal thoughts.
"That's nice," I mumbled then I moved my pillow slightly like I was settling in for sleep.
"We talked about what happened." When my wife paused I didn't respond. "She, um, she invited us over tomorrow afternoon."
This statement warranted some action so I half rolled back towards her so I could swing my arm back to put my hand on her hip and turn my head so my ear was facing her mouth.
"For drinks?"
"Yes," Alena said quickly.
"Okay," I went back to my starting position as if I was going back to sleep.
It took some willpower to stay there and not say anymore. There was no way I wanted to be the instigator of anything.
"Okay? Is that all you're going to say?" Alena sounded exasperated.
It was time to show my own mock frustration so I sighed and manoeuvred my body so I could roll back one eighty degrees and face her.