The incidents I am describing here took place a few years ago, but they were important to both my wife and I. At the time, we had each just turned forty and were living in a townhouse development. At the time we moved in, our neighbor was a single man who kept to himself and barely said a word, even when we would greet him. After two years, the house changed hands and we were anxious to see if our new neighbors were a bit friendlier.
I was working the day the moving van pulled up, but Maria didn't have to go in to her job until the afternoon so she was able to see our new addition long before I did. When we sat down to dinner that night, we could hear the sounds of furniture being moved around next door and the muffled sounds of voices. The walls between our houses were thin enough that you could make out the sound of people talking, though you could not usually understand what was being said.
"So, did you see our new neighbors?" I asked.
"Yes, but I think it's only one person," Maria said. "I saw a guy, but I think he was by himself.."
"What is it about that house that just pulls in single people?" I asked. "I hope he's friendlier than Rick was. What's he like?"
"Looks like he's in his late twenties or maybe early thirties. Tall and looks like he might work out. He was wearing a T-shirt and he had pretty big arms."
"Are you sure he's alone? Sounds like a couple of people over there."
"Some of his friends came just as the van finished unloading his stuff. I was folding clothes in the bedroom and I heard him talking to them out on the deck before they started moving stuff around."
That was another thing we were going to have to get used to. Since the houses were so close together anytime somebody was on the deck next door, it sounded like they were standing right in the bedroom with you.
"I hope he isn't the party type or we'll never get any sleep. Did you catch his name or get a chance to talk to him?"
"His friends all called him A.J. but I didn't talk to him."
I ran into A.J. the next morning and we introduced ourselves to each other. Maria had described him pretty well, but for some reason had neglected to mention A.J. was black. He was an inch or so taller than me, about six four or so and carried himself like an athlete. I asked him if he'd like to stop over for a drink that night so Maria and I could get to know him better. He smiled and said he'd be there at six thirty.
When I got home that night, I told Maria to expect company and soon the bell rang. Maria answered and I could see A.J. giving her a quick once over as she opened the door. He must have liked what he saw because a big smile lit up his face as he introduced himself.
Maria is an attractive woman so I could understand his reaction. She was a foot shorter than A.J. and had to tilt her face up to look him in the eye to talk. It was quickly apparent that A.J. was flirting with her, though Maria missed most of the signals. That didn't surprise me since she is not the flirty type herself. We talked for an hour or so and got to know each other better. A.J. was especially interested in finding out that Maria was a chiropractor. He explained that he had hurt his back in college playing football and had been seeing a chiropractor before moving.
"Maybe you could fit me into your schedule," he suggested.
"Sure, just give my office a call," Maria said.
"No house calls? Not even for a neighbor?" A.J. asked with a smile.
"Well, I guess I could give you a treatment at home, but I won't have all the equipment I need to do everything. It will have to be pretty basic."
"Basic is fine," A.J. replied. "My treatment was usually mostly massage and heat anyway. You do massage?"
"If it's needed. I use it on my patients to get rid of stiffness sometimes," Maria said.
"Seems to me that would make it worse," A.J. joked.
"No, it makes it loosen up," Maria answered, completely missing the innuendo.
"I'm off work the rest of the week. Are you free tomorrow?"
"That's my day off."
A.J. smiled again and I thought I noticed a predatory look on his face but couldn't be sure. "Great. What about ten o'clock?"
"That will work. I've got a table I can set up."
"Good. I'll leave the door unlocked in case I'm putting stuff away. Just come on in."
That night in bed, I teased Maria that A.J. was just going to hit on her and she laughed as if I were crazy. We had had this conversation many times over the course of our marriage; about Maria being with another man. She had always insisted it was never going to happen, though she would at least let herself go with the fantasy when she was in the right mood. I rolled over and began to lightly rub my fingers up and down her stomach. When she didn't say anything, I knew she was in the mood to play.
She snuggled around so that her back was against my stomach, allowing me to wrap my arms around her and run my fingers over her body. It also allowed me to whisper into her ear. I knew better than to say anything until she had begun to respond to my caresses. When I felt her begin to push back against me, past experience told me she was getting ready. My fingers found her bush and wriggled inside. As I suspected, she was wet and hot and I knew she was ready for more.
"What did you think of A.J.?" I asked softly.
"Seems like a nice guy to me," she answered, parting her legs slightly to give me easier access.
"I wonder what he'll want you to do tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?"
"He's coming on to you," I told her. "Didn't you get that?"
"No way," Maria insisted. "Even if he was, he wouldn't do that in front of you."
When I was in college, I had played basketball and hung out with a bunch of the players. I was the only white guy on the team and it had been an interesting education for me. One of the first things I noticed was that black guys were much more open about sex and would not hesitate to hit on a woman they found desirable. It didn't matter if her boyfriend was standing right there or not. When I asked one of my friends on the team about it, he told me that if the woman wasn't interested, all she had to do was say no. If she didn't say anything, it meant the boyfriend was history. I thought he was bullshitting me, but I saw it happen dozens of times. Girls would show up at a party with one guy and leave with one of my teammates.
"You're wrong," I told her. "I'm sure the way A.J. figures it is you didn't object to his come-ons so he probably figures he's halfway home already. So…how do you feel about it?"
Maria didn't say anything and I took the opportunity to flick her clit and rub one hand across her nipples. She moaned softly and shifted her legs so they were wide open.
"He's going to be laying on your table and you're going to be rubbing your hands all over him. He looks pretty strong, doesn't he?"
"Yes," Maria whispered.
"What if he comes on to you tomorrow? What will you do?"
"I don't know," Maria sighed. "How do you feel about it? What if he wanted to do something with me? What would you do?"
This was pretty standard fantasy stuff for us. Maria would always ask these questions and I'd lay out some sort of fantasy for her so she could imagine herself doing things with other men. But, when we were finished, she would always stress that it was just a fantasy. Usually, it was just some imaginary lover. Whenever I would bring up a real person, Maria would usually turn off the conversation and we would end up making love without the fantasy. I sensed that tonight might be one of those rare nights when she would let me use an actual guy in the fantasy.
"It's up to you, isn't it?" I teased. "What would you do? What do you think you'll do if he hits on you tomorrow?" As I asked her this, I felt her stomach flutter convulsively and realized she was pretty close to an orgasm, a quick release for her. Normally, it would take fifteen or twenty minutes before she climaxed.
"I don't know….I guess I could kiss him…"
"I bet he wants more than a kiss, don't you?"
"Maybe…I don't know…touch him?"
"What if he wants you to suck him off? Would you do it? Would you get down on your knees and give him a blow job?"
She was breathing raggedly and her legs were scissoring around my hand to keep the pressure on her clit. She began humping her firm ass back against me, pushing against my erection and groaning softly.
"Would you?" I asked again. "Can you see yourself kneeling on his rug, licking his black cock and then sucking it down your throat?" Maria moaned loudly now and began to frantically hump against my hand.
"Would you like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, that would be fun," she gasped.
"Say it, say I want to suck your cock, A.J."
