Bad Neighbors

A huge thank you to neuroparenthetical for their help with editing and suggesting some areas to improve the story and structure.

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Andy took a deep breath and knocked on his neighbor's door, trying to gather the courage needed for the conversation ahead of him. He and Abbie had dropped their daughter off at the airport just an hour earlier. As soon as they'd gotten home, Abbie had gone to take a shower, giving Andy the time he'd needed to slip across the yard to finally confront the couple next door.

Dean opened the door, wearing his usual pompous smile that irritated Andy to no end -- and not much else. A pair of boxers barely concealed his large bulge from Andy's peripheral view.

"Well, hello there, neighbor," Dean said, leaning against the doorframe. "What can I do for you?"

"I, uh, I wanted to talk to you and Jenna about... you know, some stuff," Andy stammered, trying miserably to sound confident.

Dean chuckled softly, amused by his awkwardness. He stepped aside and gestured for Andy to enter. "Sure thing. Come on in." Once Andy was inside, Dean waved him towards the living room. "Have a seat."

Andy sat down in one of the chairs and immediately remembered sitting in that very spot, jerking off while he'd watched Jenna give her husband head. He tried to shake the thought from his mind.  He knew he had to stay focused.

As he took a moment to gather his thoughts, Jenna came into the room, her brunette hair tousled as if she'd just gotten out of bed. She was wearing a short, soft, pink robe that barely covered her toned thighs.  The contrast of the color against her tanned skin and body tattoos was striking. She sauntered over to Dean, who sat on the arm of the couch with his cup of coffee, and bent to press her lips to his.  Andy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsuccessfully willing his cock not to react.

"Morning, sunshine," she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep. She smiled and leaned into her husband, her hand caressing his bare chest.  Andy felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of their intimate moment and he tried to steady his breathing, finally clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Oh, good morning, Andy," Jenna said.

Taking a deep breath, Andy steadied himself. "I wanted to talk to you about...the videos," he said in a low voice, glancing around as if someone might overhear him.

Jenna looked him up and down before responding. "The videos, huh?" Her face broke out into a grin. "Well, assuming I know what videos you may be referring to, what exactly did you want to discuss?"

He did his best to keep his voice steady, though with limited success. "Well, I wanted... I need you to delete them. I can't have this hanging over me and my family anymore. It's... it could ruin my marriage."

Jenna stared quietly at Andy for several moments before finally speaking. "Dean baby, can you get us some coffee? Sorry, Andy; Dean should have offered you one earlier. We had a pretty crazy night, so still not thinking straight." She gave her husband a wink and nudge with her elbow.

Andy watched the exchange between the two of them, recalling that Katie had in fact spent the night here and how disheveled she had looked when she'd arrived home the next morning.  His cheeks flushed with anger, imagining what his daughter may have seen or been pushed into taking part in.

"Of course!" Dean said. "Where are my manners?" He got up and headed to the kitchen.

Jenna's gaze never left Andy as she sat down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, giving him a clear view of her silky smooth thighs. He tried his best to keep his eyes from wandering, but he couldn't help himself. He could feel his erection growing and he squirmed in his seat.

"Now, about those videos," Jenna said, bringing Andy back to reality.

"Right," he said, shaking off the distraction. "Look, Jenna. I'd really appreciate it if you could delete them. I can't have Abbie finding out about... all of this. It's gotten way out of hand.  What is it you want me to do? Name it, I'll do it -- but I can't go through this anymore. I can't have this held over my head."

Andy knew just how desperate he sounded.  He'd intended to be assertive and confident when he confronted them, but the moment Jenna had come into the room, he'd felt himself crumbling in front of her.  "Jenna, I'm begging you: I need my life back. I need my..." Andy felt a lump suddenly catch in his throat and he almost let out a sob. "I need my wife back." Andy's voice cracked as he uttered the last words, tears brimming in his eyes.

Jenna stared at him for a moment, her expression softening. "Andy," she said, her voice gentle. "Andy, sweetie, it's going to be okay." She got up and walked over to him, sitting down on the arm of his chair and put her arm around his shoulder.

Andy couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You don't understand," he said, his voice shaking. "This is killing me. Every time I see you or Dean, I can't help but think of all the things we've done -- the things I've allowed you to do to me; the things he's done to... to my wife."

Jenna let out a small laugh. "Andy, I think you may be getting a little carried away. Let's be honest, here: you haven't 'allowed' us to do anything to you. You've wanted it, Andy."

She softly ran her fingers through his hair as he tried to regain his composure. "You may not have known you wanted it, Andy, but if you sit back and think about it and be honest with yourself, you've loved every bit of it -- even the parts that sting a little. You just aren't willing to admit it.  And as for Dean 'doing things' to your wife... well, I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but he hasn't exactly had to twist her arm.  She's a big girl, and I guess she just likes... 'big things.'"

Andy felt the sting of her insinuation as she laughed out loud. "I'm sorry," she said, "that wasn't very nice of me." Her voice turned serious. "Okay, look at me."

Andy reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"I want you to answer something for me," she said, "and I need you to be honest. In fact, if I'm wrong, I'll gladly give you whatever you'd like. Tell me yours and Abbie's sex life hasn't been far better than it's ever been.  Look me in the eyes and tell me that, since we've been neighbors, you haven't enjoyed the best sex of your life?  I think we both know what Abbie would say if I asked her the same question."

Jenna stared at him expectantly. In that moment, Andy knew she was right. His and Abbie's sex life had been better than ever. Since they'd met their neighbors, he and Abbie had discovered an insatiable hunger for each other. They had tried new things, explored new fantasies, and pushed the boundaries of their relationship further than he'd ever thought they would.

He couldn't admit that to Jenna, however, because that would mean admitting to everything that may have contributed to that, including his wife fucking Dean behind his back. Admitting that hurt him deeply: knowing another man was so able to satisfy her in ways he'd never been able to; that she was sneaking around behind his back, willing to risk Andy's heartbreak and possibly their marriage in order to have sex with Jenna's husband. It made him insanely jealous. Atop all of that, he still wasn't able to come to terms with why it also turned him on so much.

Nevermind what I did, he thought to himself. I watched these two fuck while stroking my dick like a teenage boy watching porn. And then I let Jenna tie me down and fuck me with a--

Andy willed himself to push that last thought from his mind.  He still hadn't come to terms with that one - how, despite the significant pain and humiliation, there was no denying it made his cock twitch when he thought back on what Jenna had done to him.

Jenna must have sensed his inner turmoil, because she suddenly leaned in and whispered in his ear,

"It's okay, Andy. I know it's hard and you're confused, but you have to come to terms with it.  If you can just be a bit more open minded and get past your ego and your jealousy -- the conflict you're feeling about Abbie fucking my husband -- you have to admit that it turns you on like nothing else. Right? And haven't you enjoyed our times together? Getting to see me... touch me... taste me? Having me... touch you."

Her warm breath on his neck caused Andy to shiver involuntarily as memories of their past encounters came rushing back.  His heart began to race, and he felt his erection strain against his pants.

"Okay," Jenna said softly, pulling his head to rest on her firm breasts, "I'll tell you what, Andy."

He hadn't realized that her robe had mostly fallen open, and he felt her soft, bare skin against his face. He could smell her perfume -- a mix of vanilla and musk -- and his head began to spin. He let his eyes wander further down her chest and saw her dark pink areola peeking from the fold of her robe.

"Let's play just one more time," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Andy looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Her hand slid down his chest and slowly brushed along the length of the bulge in his pants. "One more time -- just a bit of adventure, and then I will give you any videos you want.  You can decide if you still want us to be friends after that or if you want to never talk to us again.  How does that sound?"

Andy certainly didn't consider them friends, and he was sure he would welcome the opportunity to disconnect from them for good, given the choice. "What did you have in mind?" he asked suspiciously.

"Ahhh, not yet, sweetie," she said, giving his cock a squeeze before getting up from the arm of the chair.  "You go home and calm yourself down first. I will text you later, and then you can decide if you want to accept my offer."

She got up, walked over to the front door, and placed her hand upon the knob. After a few seconds, Andy took the hint: he was being dismissed.  As he stepped out onto the front step, Jenna gently grabbed his sleeve and turned him to face her.

"Come here, sweetie," she murmured, pulling his face towards hers.

Her mouth met his in a kiss, soft and slow. She eased her tongue inside of him, tangling it with his. Andy's legs almost gave out.  He felt her breasts press up against his chest; he thought he could even feel her nipples poking into his skin.  Then she pulled away, leaving him standing for a brief moment with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

"Mmmmm, I think you got me all wet, Andy.  Looks like Dean is in for a fun morning." With a final wink, she closed the door.

Andy stood outside, mesmerized by her power of seduction. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of her kiss, which made his cock throb so hard it hurt. He'd never envied another man more than he envied Dean then.

He took a deep breath and walked back home, nervous about what Jenna might have planned, but somehow feeling a sense of relief that it might soon be all over.

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He found Abbie napping in their bed, her hair still wet from her shower.  She looked so beautiful it made his heart ache.  He needed to put all of this behind them, needed to have her all to himself again.  To just be a normal married couple, like they used to be.

He thought about crawling into bed beside her and pressing his erection against her in hopes she would awaken and help relieve the pressure that Jenna's kiss had brought on. Instead, he decided to let her sleep, closing the door softly before returning downstairs to anxiously spend the day awaiting Jenna's proposal.

That message came just over an hour later.  Andy heard the buzz of his phone and quickly snatched it from the table.  His heart raced as he read Jenna's message.

--Ok, Andy, this is your chance. Follow my instructions and this is all behind you.  Agreed?

He hesitated, feeling he ought to know what the conditions were before agreeing to them, but he didn't want to piss Jenna off by asking questions. He was also fairly certain he would do almost anything regardless.

--Yes. he typed back.

Her next message didn't come for almost two minutes. Once it did, Andy needed to read it three times, trying to figure out the point of it all.

--Three things: 1. this week at least twice, I want you to discuss or at least hint to Abbie that you've sometimes fantasized about her with another man.  2. You are to let Abbie know that on Friday morning, you will be going out of town for work and won't be back until Sunday evening.  3. No sex this week.

Andy waited, wondering if there was more, but nothing came.  He didn't understand what she was up to, and wondered if he was permitted to ask questions for clarification, or if that would upset her in some way.  He wasn't even sure which of the three instructions he was most confused by.

--I don't understand, he replied. Why am I going out of town?

--You're not, silly. You're spending the weekend with me.

Andy was confused. Visions of both torture and paradise ran through his head -- trials or rewards. Thoughts of the latter made his heart flutter and his cock began to grow inside his pants -- the opportunity to finally fuck her.

He was already rock hard and desperate for release. He rubbed his erection over top of his pants. As if able to read his mind, a final message popped up on his phone.

--BTW, no sex means no jerking off for you either.  I'll send you further instructions on Friday afternoon.  I don't think you'll be disappointed. A winking emoji followed.

Andy squeezed his cock through his pants, shivering at the sensation. He was sorely tempted to relieve the pressure building up in his groin, but he knew he couldn't risk it. Jenna was dangling everything in front of him, though not all of it had been made explicit. There was an opportunity to end things with his neighbors, but that wasn't what had his cock throbbing and straining. It was what had been left unsaid. Andy imagined Jenna, naked, laying underneath him, smoking a cigarette while he fucked her. It almost made him cum in his pants right then and there.

He thought he understood the second two requests, but his mind drifted to the first.  He supposed it was true enough, although he hadn't had to merely fantasize about it over the past month or so. He'd thought about it many times since that night, the images replaying in his mind while he and Abbie had made love or when he'd masturbated.  As much as he hated Dean -- hated that he got any part of Abbie -- he couldn't deny how much it turned him on.

Well, he thought to himself, this is going to be a long week, isn't it?

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By Friday afternoon, Andy was a mess.  The week had turned out to be quite miserable, in no small part due to Jenna's rules.

It had taken him a few days before he'd gotten up the nerve and found what he'd felt was as close to the right opportunity as any to tell Abbie about his dark fantasy.  On Tuesday evening, after a few glasses of wine, he had reluctantly broached the topic.

"Can I ask you something?" he'd begun.

"Of course," Abbie had replied. "What's up?"

"Well, I think our sex life has been pretty great, but I've always wondered if you have any fantasies that you've maybe never felt comfortable bringing up?"

Abbie had given him a slightly puzzled look. "What do you mean? Like bringing in toys or role-playing?"

"Well, sort of," he'd said, fidgeting nervously. "Anything, really."

"Hmmm," she'd mused, taking a sip of her wine. "I don't know, I guess I've sometimes gotten worked up thinking about what it would be like to have sex in a public place -- not necessarily having people watch -- although I guess that could be pretty hot, too -- but just someplace knowing you may get caught, like in a parking lot or something.  I don't think I could do it, though. It sounds exciting, but I think I may be too nervous to actually do it. You know me, I'm not exactly the adventurous type."

Abbie had smiled and taken another sip of her wine as she'd reached out to brush her hand along the outline of his cock.  He'd felt it twitch instantly.

"Or," she'd continued, giving him her best seductive look, "tying you up could be fun -- you know, so you couldn't do anything, but I could do things to you."

Andy had felt his cock begin to swell as she'd slid in closer, continuing to gently rub the front of his pants.

"Mmmmm," Andy had murmured, "that could be fun."

"And what about you?" she'd asked, giving Andy the opportunity he'd hoped for.

"Fantasies I have?" he'd replied, as if he hadn't given it too much thought, despite having been the one to broach the subject.  "I dunno... Well, I guess there is something I've thought about before, but it's really weird.  You will think I'm nuts."

"What is it?" Abbie had asked. "Come on, tell me. I promise I won't judge."

Andy had taken a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He'd known he had to tread lightly. "Well, there is this one crazy scenario I've thought about a few times," he'd said, his voice wavering. "Ummm. So I guess... maybe you with... another guy?" He hadn't been quite sure why it had come out sounding like a question rather than a statement.

"What?" Abbie had asked, sounding shocked.

Andy had forced himself to meet her gaze.  She'd seemed to struggle for a response. Maybe that's because she thinks I suspect her; maybe she thinks this is all a trap, he thought. That's not how he'd wanted the conversation to go, however, so he'd pulled back. "I know, it's crazy.  And like you said, I don't think I could ever go through with it... I mean I wouldn't actually want you to go through with it. Or... I don't think. It's just something that sort of turns me on sometimes."

"Okay...." she'd finally managed, "I mean, it's a little surprising, is all. Do you mean you'd actually want to watch? Or do you imagine me with another man, but without you there?"

Andy had watched her take a big gulp of her wine. "Uh, I'm not sure, I guess." He'd suddenly remembered watching her with Dean, and his cock twitched hard as it had still rested under his wife's motionless hand.  Abbie had looked down, and Andy followed her gaze, almost groaning out loud at the obvious bulge in his pants.

Abbie had stared at it for a few seconds before giving it a hesitant squeeze.  Andy could feel he was fully erect then, and her grip had made him pulse a couple more times.

"Wow," she'd said, looking up at him. "I guess it does turn you on. You are rock hard."

She'd begun to slowly stroke his cock through his kahkis. Andy had closed his eyes and allowed himself to recall the way Dean had fucked her from behind, holding her hair as she'd faced the hidden camera Andy and Jenna had been watching them on.  His entire body had started to tingle, torturously teased by both by his wife and his imagination.

Oh, shit, he'd thought. No sex -- not even jerking off. Does this count?  He'd sat upright, putting his hand on top of hers.

She'd stopped stroking and looked at him, puzzled by his sudden pause. "What?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just --" Andy had hesitated, trying desperately to think of an excuse for why he had hit the brakes. "It's just, I'm so tired.  Today was a long one with work and trying to get caught up after being off for a few days. I'm exhausted, is all."

Abbie had stared at him, looking dumbfounded, her voice rife with disbelief. "Really?" she'd asked. "I thought -- I mean you just told me about this crazy fantasy, your cock is ready to bust out of your pants... but you want to stop?"

Andy had felt his face flush with guilt, and he'd tried his best to look genuinely tired. "I'm so sorry, hon." He'd felt like an asshole.

"Ummm, okay," she'd replied, pulling her hand away and standing up. "I'm going to go up to bed, too, I guess.  Can you stay awake long enough to put our glasses in the sink and the wine away?"