Chapter XXV
Our New Neighbours
A lot had happened since we'd taken our first steps on the road of sexual liberation. Erin and I were closer than we had ever been and the adventures on our six month celebration were mind-blowing.
Nothing could top that evening; Joe became an occasional lover for my wife. He was the only other man she'd fuck bareback, and the sight of my brother taking Erin while I looked on was a deep, shaming humiliation that excited the very core of my submissive tendencies. However, Joe and his wife were more into wife-swapping, and as I never fucked other women, Erin's playtime with him was on a monthly not a daily basis.
In the early months of our adventures my wife sought more and more lovers as the reins were unleashed and the shackles were off. She longed for sex with more and more people as she fed from Christina's libido and they egged each other on.
But after that night at the sex club my gorgeous wife settled a bit more. She had done the rampant promiscuity and I had watched, heard, fluffed and even videoed her sex with scores of men, and been told about hundreds more.
The novelty of her freedom was waning slightly, and although she still had plenty of nights out and trips away, she longed for some more stability. She sought fewer, and more engaged partnerships for her regular sex. That came from Greg, a bald-headed estate agent in an adjacent town, and Samuel, a regular gym bunny. I liked them both; Greg was older and he loved to have my lips around his cock before he fucked Erin. He loved emphasising his dominance over me, and enjoyed seeing me prostrate myself before him.
But outside the bedroom he was a nice, genuine guy. He was married, but in an open relationship, and after fucking he enjoying sitting and watching television, or discussing politics. We met him in pubs and restaurants and were good friends with him, and later his wife. It was like having Jason back, only with less hair and fewer muscles.
Her other partner was Samuel and he was more insular; he bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend but his Thursday dates with Erin at the local cinema were the only constant in his love life. It started every evening: he'd meet her from work, go to his apartment and have sex, then dinner. Then have sex again and get changed, go to the cinema, have sex again on his double bed and he would bring her home. Occasionally, she would stay the night.
He avoided my eye contact when he brought my wife home, and he never engaged with me at all. I can't remember more than ten words said between us, and Erin laughed when I suggested he might be a little scared of me.
My sex life settled also: I had a regular lover in Bryn, an irregular lover in my wife and a once or twice monthly visit with a local naked men's group I joined to the local "open minded male spa and sauna."
It was a fucking shop; secluded corners and playrooms, beds and hot tubs: all full of copulating men performing unbiblical acts in public. I loved my visits; not a trip went past without my mouth sating several gentlemen and I normally got a couple back in return. It allowed me to release my sexual steam without breaking our dynamic.
Although, I still gave my wife plenty of oral; I adored the taste of her cunt on my tongue and the feeling of her orgasming pussy squeezing my fingers as I massaged her G-Spot. I loved the wetness coating my face and the gentle run of her hands through my short hair as she tried to resist another climax.
And I was promised full intercourse on my birthday and our anniversary; a fair trade for a panty-wearing cuckold.
I had a full sex life: we all did.
It felt as though nothing would change. We didn't want it too, but events beyond our control were about to cause problems
