Neighbours Ch 01 1

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I kissed my wife goodbye and sent her out into the workday with a smile. I had a lot of work ahead of me as well, but mine was going to be keeping me busy right here. We'd only been living in our new house for a week now, and there were still stacks of boxes to be sorted through.

I was also looking forward to some time alone. Since we'd moved in, Cheryl and I had spent every waking moment together, cleaning and painting and cleaning some more. We ate take-out, using boxes for furniture, feeling the house slowly become a home around us. It was a fun time, and it was exciting to feel this new step in both our lives become real, but I also had to admit that I was looking forward to a time apart and a little privacy.

I watched her drive off and then went to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. The other essential we'd set up first was the wi-fi, so I could grab my personal laptop and get to what I'd been missing.

In no time I was back online, starting the VPN and opening up a private browser window to log in to my favourite porn and gooning sites. It felt so good to be back there. My wife and I loved each other, but there was a part of me that she could not understand or accept. After a few vain attempts to widen her horizons, I resigned myself to having a secret part of myself that I had to explore on my own.

It had been far too long since I'd been online like this, so I dove in with abandon. The chat rooms were busy and my online community of like-minded folks were sharing and discussing just the kinds of images and videos that drove me wild. My online persona was kinky and submissive, and was always ready and eager to give myself over to the pleasures and commands of others. I had realised a while ago that serving men only seemed to make my submission more powerful, and they seemed to really enjoy the erotic humiliation they could envelop me with as they would insist on being serviced.

I was rock hard in no time, and my mind was sinking into an erotic haze that I could only compare to being high. In that mindset, it only seemed to make sense to take full advantage of the privacy that being alone all day provided me.

I scrambled to find the box of my wife's lingerie and stripped out of my clothes. In mere moments I was back in front of the computer screen, but now I was dressed only in a pair of lace panties, matching bra and thigh-high stockings. I had found a tube of her lipstick in the bathroom and painted my lips red.

I watched the videos and let my imagination fill with the stories and scenarios that were being shared by fellow gooners. I stroked myself over the panties at first, but then reached in to grip my raging cock tight. Over and over I would bring myself to the very edge of orgasm and then stop... letting myself recover just enough so that I could touch myself without fear of cumming instantly. Then I would start all over again.

The knock on the front door nearly gave me a heart attack.

I was frantic, finding my jeans and t-shirt and pulling them over the lingerie. My erection bulged out, but hopefully not too noticeably. I took a deep breath and answered the door.

My visitor was a man perhaps a bit younger than me, with a wide smile and his hands full of a six-pack of beer and a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi there," he said. "My wife and I noticed that you had moved in, and we thought we'd give you a couple days before stopping by, but we wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood."

He held out the gifts, and I took them from his hands, still trying to calm my heartbeat and worry about if I was blushing.

"Oh hey, that's so nice of you. My wife's not home at the moment, and I'd love to invite you in, but stuff is still a mess... You know...."

"Oh, of course, no worries at all. I just wanted to say hello and welcome you. We're right next door, so I'm sure we'll see lots of each other in time. Have a great day, good luck with all the unpacking, and we'll have you over sometime soon. Here, I wrote down my phone number and email. Feel free to hit me up any time."

He handed me a folded piece of paper, smiled and waved, and I said goodbye, happy to have escaped some real life humiliation.

I went to the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in and to put the beer in the fridge. I thought I'd put his number up on the fridge as well, but when I unfolded the paper, I noticed that something was on the back. It was a printed photograph.

I froze when I realised it was a photo of me, obviously taken through one of our still curtain-free windows. It was all too clear how I was dressed, and that I was lost in the images on the screen in front of me, with my hand down the front of my panties.

Above his name, phone number and an email address was written a short note.

"You can't imagine my surprise and delight to find out that a slutty little submissive sissy has moved in right next door. We're going to be very good friends. I will expect you to email me your online screen name by the end of the day, along with a proper full-body photo of you in those pretty little things you're wearing today. Good luck, and I look forward to being your new Master."

My heart was pounding in fear and shock, but I couldn't deny that my cock was also rock hard.

I didn't know what to do, or what was going to happen, but I didn't think I had any choice but to obey his instructions. I was in a bit of a daze, but I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt once more and used the online porn to get myself aroused once more. Once I was feeling aroused and hard again, I felt my mind filled with the erotic, even fantastical possibilities, and I was able to push aside my fears of consequences. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom and took a few photos of myself in my wife's lingerie. I signed into my kinky email account and composed an email, attaching the photos. I stroked myself madly inside my panties, and once I was right on the edge, I took a deep breath and clicked 'send.' With the whooshing sound of the email traveling to him, I came hard.