Bad Neighbors

-- All parties are well over the age of 18 --

Andy and Abbie didn't see their neighbors for almost 2 weeks after that night. For the first couple of days things had seemed tense and uncomfortable between the two of them but it had faded a bit more with each passing day and things eventually went back to some semblance of normal.

Their nights on the other hand were anything but normal. Andy couldn't believe it but both their sexual appetites seemed insatiable.  For the first few nights after their last visit to their neighbors' place, they fucked like newlyweds. For Andy's part, he couldn't get the thought of that entire day out of his mind. The way Jenna had tied him up and violated him against his will on her bed (although he couldn't deny how the humiliating thought of it somehow turned him on). How later that night she had teased him relentlessly and made him watch his wife with Dean. The thoughts tore him apart inside, the feelings of jealousy clashing with how aroused it made him.

Abbie also couldn't seem to get enough since that night. On more than one occasion Andy awoke in the middle of the night to find her mounting him or wrapping her mouth around his cock, things she hadn't done even early on in their marriage. Her aggression was new and exciting, bringing an element of carnality to their lovemaking that had never been there before. He loved it and yet when he let himself think about it for too long, it hurt to think of what may have been driving it on her part. That she was, perhaps just like him, fantasizing about that night. About how much she'd enjoyed having Dean possess her like he did.

Andy would see Dean or Jenna once in awhile when he left or returned from work.  He tried to avoid contact but he was sure he could sense their smirks from across the lawn as they exchanged knowing glances.

One afternoon as Andy pulled into his driveway, Jenna approached him. Her tank top was skin tight, barely covering her large breasts. Her short denim shorts revealed plenty of tanned skin. Her hair was still wet, as if she'd just come from the shower or perhaps the swimming pool and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Hey there, neighbor," she greeted him, approaching him with swaying hips.

"Uh, hey Jenna," he stammered. In spite of his discomfort, he could feel himself growing hard just hearing her voice.

At the same time he wondered if today would be the day the shoe would drop and she may decide to use the videos against him.

"How have you been?" she asked, biting her lower lip seductively. Jenna's eyes flashed with amusement at his visible discomfort.

"Good," he muttered nervously. "I mean, I'm fine."

Jenna leaned in closer, her ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top. "I'm so glad to hear it, Andy," she purred. "I was worried about you, you know. After your last visit."

Andy felt a wave of panic wash over him. God, he didn't want to have this conversation. He'd done so well at avoiding it, avoiding them, and now here he was, dreading where this may be headed.

"I-I'm fine," he stammered, taking a step back.

Jenna chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Oh, I know you're fine, stud," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "I saw how 'fine' you were the other night."

Andy felt his face grow hot, his heart racing. He glanced around, nervous that others in the neighborhood may be watching, somehow suspecting what they were talking about.

Jenna took a step closer, her face mere inches from his.

"I have to admit, Andy," she whispered, her breath hot on his cheek. "I've been thinking about you a lot since our little encounter. How you tasted, how you felt inside me, even if it was just a little bit. How talented that tongue of yours is."

"Jenna, I-I don't think this is a good idea," he stammered, taking another step back.

But Jenna wasn't deterred. She moved closer to Andy, closing the distance between them once again. Her eyes locked onto his, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"Oh, come on, Andy," she said. "You don't think about that night?  Never imagine my body and how it felt?" She leaned in closer now and whispered in Andy's ear. "The look on your wife's face as my husband made her cum."

Jenna's voice was barely above a whisper, but the words sent a shockwave of anger and arousal through Andy's body.

"You do remember that, don't you, Andy?"

Andy's heart was racing as Jenna's words sunk in. He couldn't believe she was bringing it up, rubbing it in his face just to get a reaction out of him.

Jenna leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke.

"I know you do, Andy. I bet you've been jerking off thinking about it, haven't you?"

Andy felt his cock twitch as his breathing became more ragged. Jenna stepped back and laughed as Andy's face turned red. She ran her fingers over her collarbone, drawing his attention to her large breasts barely hidden by her small top.

"I'll let you go for now," she said, winking at him before sauntering away. "I've got plans for tonight I have to get ready for. Bye, Andy."

Andy tried to compose himself and once again glanced around at the houses on their street. He realized his cock was pressing against his pants and quickly adjusted himself. He finally took a deep breath and walked into his house, where Abbie was waiting for him.

"Hey, honey," she said, smiling at him.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing her perfectly made-up face. She wore a simple white sundress that showed off her toned legs and full breasts.

"Hey," he replied, making an effort to keep his tone even. "You look like great. Are you going somewhere?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Yea, Jenna asked me over for a girl's night.  I guess she's invited a few of her friends as well and asked if I'd like to join them."

Andy's heart sank at the thought of Abbie going over to Jenna's house. He didn't want her anywhere near Jenna or Dean.

"Look, Abbie," he began to protest. Then he faltered as he remembered the last thing Jenna had told him that night: her rules.  Specifically, that he should never discourage his wife from spending time with their neighbors.

A cold shiver ran down Andy's spine. He knew he couldn't tell Abbie about Jenna's rules without risking his own shameful secret being revealed. But then again, how would Jenna know if he did? Maybe he could subtly dissuade her from going over there without breaking his agreement to Jenna.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Andy asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Abbie looked at him, a hint of nervousness flickering across her face. "What do you mean?"

Andy shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"I don't know, I mean she's a little... wild," he said cautiously. "I can only imagine her friends are a lot like she is. They just don't seem... like us."

Abbie raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? Well, is that so bad? I mean, she seems really fun and friendly. And she's been really welcoming to me since they moved in. And maybe I like that she's free spirited. Is that such a bad thing?"

"I know, I know." Andy could feel himself losing ground in the discussion. "I just.... I don't know. Never mind I guess." Andy sighed, defeated. "Just be careful, okay? And call me if you need anything. I'll be up waiting for you."

Abbie smiled reassuringly.

"I will. I promise. And," she continued, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I'll make it worth your while when I get back."

She winked at him, and Andy felt his cock come to life in response. He watched as she grabbed her purse and left, before he finally turned and headed upstairs.

After changing into something more comfortable, Andy warmed up some leftovers and had a quick dinner before finally cracking open a beer and settling into his recliner. He turned on the TV and flipped through the stations aimlessly, but his mind kept wandering back to his wife and what she might be up to at Jenna's. "Stop it," he muttered to himself. "She's a grown woman. She can handle herself."

But even as he thought the words, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He thought back to the last time Abbie was in their home.  Her infidelity, which she seemed to be all too comfortable hiding from him.

He remembered the way she had moaned and gasped as Dean fucked her, the way she had climaxed over and over again under the skilled manipulations of the man's hands and cock. He could still hear the noises she made echoing through his head. Her obscene words as she begged Dean for more. Had she really meant all of that? Some of the degrading comparisons she'd said about her own husband?

Andy realized his heart was pounding in his chest. He downed his beer and went to the kitchen for another.  He hesitated, his hand on the door of the fridge before finally turning and opening their liquor cabinet.  He feared it was going to be a restless evening waiting for his wife.  Whiskey would help take the edge off.

He poured himself a generous helping and downed it in one swift motion. He felt the burn in the back of his throat as the liquor went down. He poured another and returned to the living room. His mind was in turmoil as he fell back into his chair and took a sip of his drink. He could already feel the effects of the alcohol.

He tried to think of something else, anything but his wife and Dean together. He tried to remind himself, she wasn't visiting Dean, he probably wasn't even at home tonight, it was Jenna's girls night. His thoughts shifted to Jenna.  He could picture her incredible body so clearly in his mind, and his cock twitched again. He remembered how she smelled, how she tasted. He suddenly found himself overwhelmed with a deep yearning to have her. What would it be like to truly fuck her rather than the unfulfilling endings she had tormented him with in their previous encounters.

He imagined her riding him slowly, her breasts swaying in his face, her pierced nipples hard and begging for his mouth.

He envisioned taking her from behind, watching her ass jiggle with each thrust, feeling her pussy clutch around him while he admired the tattoos that adorned her skin.

"Fucking hell," Andy swore, adjusting himself in his chair as his cock grew harder and more insistent.

He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and poured himself another. He looked at the clock and realized it was after 11pm. Abbie had been gone for almost 4 hours.

Suddenly he heard his phone ping and he jumped.

It was a text message from Abbie: "Omg, Andy, you wouldn't believe what's happening over here!"

Andy's heart sank. He didn't want to imagine what was happening, but he couldn't help himself. He typed a reply, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Another message appeared on his screen, "Yes, I'm good. Jenna's friends are even crazier than she is! Lol."

Andy stared at the message, his mind racing with questions. What did she mean by "crazier"? Was she safe? Was Dean there? Before he could reply, another message came through.

"They're talking about going to the clubs but I'm not sure if I should go. I'm pretty drunk already." Followed by several emojis, a couple that made no sense to Andy.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Maybe thats not such a great idea, Abbie. I mean if you've already had that much to drink." he typed.

He hit send and waited for a reply. It didn't come for several minutes. Andy stared at the screen, willing her to reply.

"Okay, I guess you're right," she wrote. "I'll just stay here for a bit and sober up before coming home." Andy sensed her disappointment but he let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going to the clubs with Jenna and her friends. He tried to push the thought of his wife in a club full of strangers out of his mind.

"Okay, that's probably best," he wrote back.

He started to type something else, but his phone pinged again.

"I'm really horny, baby," Abbie's text read. Again, some emojis Andy wasn't sure of their meaning. He assumed they represented something sexual.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

He didn't want to imagine Abbie getting horny with Jenna or any of her friends. He hoped she'd be home soon. He took another gulp of his whiskey and squeezed his erection again. He closed his eyes and imagined his wife coming through the door soon, how she would grab him and lead him upstairs. Or maybe not even make it upstairs. He smiled and finally beginning to relax, happy that she'd agreed not to continue her evening with Jenna and her friends.

Andy didn't realize he had dozed off until he heard the ping of his phone again. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was almost 1 am. He looked around the dimly lit living room and tried to clear his head, wondering if Abbie had made it home. Perhaps she had gone directly to bed and passed out, he thought. Or had she decided to go out with Jenna and her friends after all?

He looked at the message on his phone and didn't recognize the number. It was a picture and he had to look closely trying to make sense of what he was seeing.  It appeared to be a selfie Jenna had taken, her arm extended and she and 3 other women posing for the camera. From the large crowd dancing in the background it was clear they'd gone to the club. Jenna's lips were pursed together in a kiss for the camera. They looked very drunk. He noted Jenna's friends were almost as beautiful as she was.  Almost, he thought.

But what struck Andy wasn't who was in the picture,  but who wasn't. There was no sign of his wife.

He sat up quickly and messaged Jenna back.

"Where's Abbie?"

He waited several minutes before getting a response.

"Abbie decided not to come," she wrote. "She said you wanted her to stay there. Party pooper!"

Andy's heart raced and he jumped from his chair and rushed upstairs.  He expected to find her passed out in their bed or perhaps in the shower, but his stomach churned when he found their bed untouched. There was no sign of her being home.

"She's not here!" He texted Jenna frantically.

Again, what seemed like several minutes passed before her response came.

"Ooooooh! Well that's interesting." A winking emoji followed and Andy felt his stomach drop.  If Abbie hadn't gone to the club but hadn't come home, that could only mean....

"Fuck!" He shouted, the sound echoing through the empty house. He quickly returned downstairs.

She's probably just passed out on Jenna's sofa, he tried to reason. There was no need to panic. In fact, there had been no mention that Dean was even at home with the girls. He was probably out with his own friends.

Andy picked up his half empty glass from the table and downed it.  He wanted to rush over there, wake her up and bring her back home. Could he do that?  Would she think he didn't trust her? I mean, could she actually blame him if he didn't trust her? She knew what she'd done behind his back, even if she didn't realize he knew.

His phone pinged again. He looked at it and read another message from Jenna.

"Don't do anything stupid, Andy. Remember the rules."

Andy's mind raced trying to remember exactly what the rules were. He was pretty drunk and frankly having a hard time to focus, more so now that he was panicking about where his wife was. Don't tell Abbie anything about that night, including that he knew what she'd done.  Never discourage her or prevent her from spending time at their neighbor's.  And.... shit, what was the third one, he tried to recall. Right. To always do anything Abbie might ask of him in the bedroom.

The last one had confused him that night until he thought more about it in the days that followed. He began to think that Jenna and Dean had encouraged Abbie to go home and kiss him after she'd been with Dean. He was beginning to realize what master manipulators they truly were. He brushed it from his mind, returning to the second rule. He knew this was the one Jenna was warning him about.

Another message from Jenna, this one a short video clip. He opened it, dreading what it might be.

Andy's eyes got wide and he felt sick to his stomach.

The video was a short clip of Jenna fucking him with the strap on. On the video, he heard her asking him if he liked it and Andy's head nodded vigorously in response.

Andy let out a loud groan and sunk back into his chair, thinking he may throw up.  How the fuck did all of this happen? There was no way Abbie could ever see that video. Nor any of the others Jenna probably had of him in some extremely inappropriate situations.

"FUCK!!" he yelled again. He was furious with his neighbour but perhaps even more furious with himself for having lost control of the entire situation. He sat there in misery, trying not to imagine what his wife was doing.

Just then, he heard a scraping sound at the front door. He looked at it, trying to make sense of the sound when finally the door swung open, slamming against the door stop on the wall.

Andy's wife stumbled through the doorway, a wide grin spreading across her face. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes clung to her clothes. She threw her keys on the table where they slid across and fell to the floor. She swung the door shut with a loud slam.

"Ooops," she said with a shrug and a drunken smile.

"Heyyy baby, sorry I'm so late," Abbie slurred, throwing her arms around Andy's neck. Her breath reeked of liquor and her movements were sloppy.

Andy felt a mixture of relief and frustration wash over him. He was relieved she was home safely, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread as he wondered where she had been all this time.

Abbie stumbled over to the staircase and turned to look at her husband.  She smiled a drunken attempt at a seductive smile, crooking her finger and motioning for him to follow.  She giggled and not so gracefully climbed the stairs.

Andy's hand reached down and he felt his erection growing.  He remembered her text from hours ago, proclaiming how horny she was.

He hesitantly followed her, still trying to suppress the turmoil of emotions he felt. He thought about asking her where she'd been, but wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. And he certainly didn't want to ruin the mood she was in.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Abbie ordered him onto the bed.  Andy looked at her tousled hair and her mischievous grin and felt his cock swell with desire.  She looked so sexy his legs trembled.  He tore off his clothes and laid back onto the bed.

Abbie slid the sleeves of her sundress off of her shoulders and the dress fell away, leaving her standing stark naked.  It took Andy's breath away. He thought his wife's breasts looked even bigger than ever and her entire body looked flush with color.

"Fuck," Andy couldn't help but murmur, his cock now throbbing.

He reached his hand out and Abbie approached, clumsily climbing onto the bed and straddling his thighs.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, his hands exploring her body.

Abbie grinned, her eyes shining with lust. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his as she ground her hips against his.

Andy groaned, feeling his cock swell even more as she rubbed herself against him.

"Do you like that, baby?" Abbie whispered breathlessly, pulling back from the kiss.

Andy nodded with eagerness.

"I need you to do something for me," Abbie whispered, her hot breath on his cheek.

Andy's heart raced with anticipation, wondering what his wife had in mind.

"Anything, Abbie," he murmured, running his hands down her back and gripping her ass.

Abbie grinned.

"I want you to kiss me," she whispered, "Want you to taste me."

Andy swallowed hard.  He'd never seen his wife look so sexy as she did right then.

"Yes," he agreed, his breathing ragged.  Abbie's smile spread wide.