-- This is the 3rd installment in the Bad Neighbours series. You will notice the themes of cuckolding, femdom, manipulation, blackmail, and voyeurism ramp up with each chapter. If these are not themes you are interested in, please save yourself the time. If there appears to be enough interest, I will continue to post the series. ---
Andy didn't speak with their neighbours for the next two weeks. Well, not directly at least. He did see them a few times in passing as he went to his car or arrived home from work, but each time he nervously hurried along careful not to engage in any lengthy conversation if he could help it. When it happened to be Jenna in the driveway, he couldn't help himself from at least glancing in her direction to take in her sexy form. Her outfits seemed to get more and more provocative and he wondered if she was trying to torture him. Regardless, he didn't speak with her other than to respond if she waved or said hi, but he suspected she saw him stealing a glance now and then.
Unfortunately, Abbie was making no such attempts to avoid their neighbours. In fact her and Jenna seemed to spend time together with each passing day. On more than a couple of afternoons he arrived home from work to find his wife wasn't there. He would fix himself dinner, not wanting to go next door to retrieve her and have to face Jenna or Dean. Eventually, Abbie would eventually return home a bit tipsy from the wine her and Jenna had presumably shared that afternoon. On those nights, sex with his wife was incredible. He had a lingering suspicion it wasn't just the alcohol that had increased her sex drive after her visits, but he enjoyed how stimulated and assertive she became.
But it still made him very uneasy that she was spending so much time with Jenna. He wondered what Jenna was up to and all he could do was desperately hope that she wouldn't tell his wife about what happened.
"How was your day?" Abbie asked him as he entered their front door. Before he could answer she had her arms wrapped around him and pressed her lips hard against his. Andy enjoyed her attention but had a gnawing suspicion her frisky mood was the result of several glasses of wine with their neighbours that afternoon. His suspicions were confirmed when Abbie told him about inviting Jenna and Dean over to their place on Friday.
"I invited Jenna and Dean to join us for drinks tomorrow evening," Abbie announced, her voice muffled by Andy's neck.
His heart skipped a beat, and he pulled away abruptly. Why?" he asked, trying to hide the wave of panic that surged through him.
Abbie looked at him quizzically, a puzzled expression clouding her features. "I thought you'd enjoy a change from our usual routine," she explained, her brow crinkling in concern. "You haven't been yourself lately, and I figured this might lift your spirits."
Andy eyed her warily, unable to shake the feeling that Jenna and Dean were manipulating him and Abbie somehow. That there were ulterior motives for their friendliness.
"Um, yea. Okay," he agreed grudgingly, forcing a reassuring smile. "But maybe not too many drinks, huh?"
Abbie shrugged dismissively, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I like Jenna, she's fun. And it's nice to have new friends. You should try to get to know Dean a bit better. You may have a lot in common, who knows." She said, turning to leave the room.
Andy suspected the one thing they had in common was an attraction to Andy's wife.
The following evening just after 8pm, Andy and Abbie found themselves welcoming Jenna and Dean into their home. They drank some wine and carried conversation, mostly Jenna, Abbie, and Dean laughing and sharing stories. Andy tried to take part, but he struggled to maintain composure, his thoughts racing with images of Jenna's insinuating smile and Dean's triumphant gaze. Perhaps he was just being paranoid.
"Cheers, everyone!" Jenna exclaimed, raising her glass high. "To new friendships and great memories! I mean we've already gotten to know each other pretty well, I think." she smiled, glancing at Andy.
Their glasses clinked together, and as the drinks flowed Andy felt the tension ease slightly as they talked. Jenna and Dean regaled them with sometimes explicit tales of their adventures, at times seeming to try to make the more conservative Andy and Abbie squirm. Their humour was candid and direct, perhaps designed to provoke reactions from their less experienced hosts.
The drinks flowed freely and Andy could see Abbie becoming more social, appearing drawn to Dean's magnetic personality. Andy felt pangs of jealousy but couldn't blame her, you had to admire his confidence and charm. He watched the two of them engage in lively banter her laughing and him teasing, it appeared.
He silently observed them, noting the way their eyes sparkled when they spoke to each other, the way their hands brushed against each other casually, and the way they both laughed loudly at each other's jokes.
Jenna was talking to Andy about something, about a vacation spot she suggested they try. Beaches and some other stuff. He barely heard her.
Andy felt an unsettling mix of feelings stirring inside him as he watched them interact. Every fiber of his being screamed with jealousy as he watched the two of them flirt openly, but he forced himself to suppress these emotions.
Instead, he smiled politely, acting as though nothing was wrong. His blood boiled with rage, but he maintained his composure, focusing on the task at hand--making sure the evening went smoothly. He did not want to say or do anything that may upset their guests and cause them to reveal the humiliating secret they shared.
Abbie, seeming oblivious to Andy's mounting discomfort, continued to chat animatedly with Dean. Their laughter filled the room, drowning out the ticking clock on the wall. Andy's heart raced, and his palms sweated profusely.
"Hey, where is your bathroom?" He heard Dean ask.
"The one down here isn't working, but there is one upstairs," Abbie offered.
Dean stared at her before she eventually realized he was waiting for her to show him. "Oh, here, I will show you where it is," she turned and headed up the stairs, with Dean in tow.
From the kitchen, Andy listened to their footsteps ascending the wooden staircase. His anxiety swelled within him, his fists balled tighter and tighter. He couldn't stand the thought of Dean and Abbie alone, especially in their personal space.
Jenna spoke, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Come here, Andy," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I want to show you something in our backyard."
Andy hesitated, torn between curiosity and apprehension. He knew that whatever plans Jenna had in store for him, he wasn't prepared for the consequences. However, he couldn't resist the lure of the striking woman who seemed to hold his fate in her hands. Reluctantly, he followed behind Jenna, leaving Dean and Abbie alone upstairs.
As they stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped them. Jenna took the opportunity to light a cigarette. Watching her take a long drag, Andy felt a rush of blood to his cock. He couldn't have imagined she could look sexier than before, but watching her smoke was intoxicating.
Perhaps it reminded him of his wife's secret promiscuity. There was something undeniably erotic about watching her smoke. It had a certain defiant edge to it which made him excited. He imagined her pulling off her panties, exposing her shaved pussy. He pictured her touching herself as she smoked right next to him.
His cock was fully erect now, his shorts uncomfortably tight. He noticed her eyeing the bulge in his shorts, a naughty knowing smile playing on her lips. His faced turned a bright red.
"Can I show you something, Andy?" she whispered seductively into his ear. She grabbed his hand and led him towards the backyard. As they walked, he couldn't help but sneak peeks at her shapely ass, swaying hypnotically beneath her short skirt.
Once they reached the privacy of the yard, Jenna stopped abruptly, turning to face Andy.
She exhaled a puff of smoke directly into his face, her eyes glittering mischievously. Her lips formed a sinful pout.
"Andy," she murmured, stepping closer to him. "Do you ever imagine what it would be like if Abbie was a bit more .... uninhibited? Slutty, even?"
Andy recoiled at her blunt question, his pulse quickening with shock and arousal. He tried to respond, but his brain struggled to process the loaded question.
Instead, he simply nodded, his breath quickening as his heart pounded wildly. His eyes darted around the dimly lit backyard, searching for an escape route.
"Imagine waking up to a beautiful woman," Jenna continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "One who looks exactly like your wife, yet behaves completely differently. She's uninhibited, aggressive, and hungry for sexual satisfaction."
Andy's cock twitched in response, betraying his deepest desires.
His eyes locked onto Jenna's tantalizing form, and he allowed himself to imagine. What if Abbie possessed such voracious appetites? Would he be able to satisfy her insatiable cravings? The idea both thrilled and terrified him.
"Would she treat you like a king, making love to you passionately and fiercely? Or would she degrade you, using her beauty and sexuality to torment you, to humiliate you?" Jenna's voice trailed off, her tone laced with wicked intent.
"Or perhaps your wife would find pleasure in being dominated by another man, while you helplessly watch from the sidelines. How would you feel seeing another man possess her in ways you could never dream of?"
Andy's heart hammered against his chest, his throat constricting with unspeakable dread. He tried to imagine his wife engaging in such debauchery. The mere suggestion sparked a forbidden flame within him.
"Maybe," he muttered hoarsely, his voice barely audible. "I think I would."
Jenna leaned close, her smoky breath fanning Andy's face. "What if I could offer you that fantasy?" she purred, her eyes locked on his. "Have you noticed how much better sex has been lately, Andy? Since your wife and I have become friends? I could help you, Andy. I know that's what you want, to see Abbie transformed into that unbridled slut you crave?"
Andy's heart leapt. He suddenly looked back toward his house, wondering what was going on right now between Abbie and Dean.
"You know," Jenna grinned, her teeth gleaming white against her dark lipstick. "Like she used to be before she married you." This stung Andy. What had Abbie shared with Jenna? He knew Abbie had been promiscuous when she was younger, before they met. A part of him was jealous of all the men she'd been with, imagining how they'd enjoyed and satisfied his future wife. Were they bigger than him? Did they give her more pleasure?
But in truth, And had always been more turned on by it than jealous of it. Thinking of Abbie in that way, easy and insatiable, going home with whatever guy she decided to pick up that night. His cock throbbed painfully.
Andy suddenly regained his composure. "No," he blurted, shaking his head. "I don't want that." he said, though he questioned his own conviction at his words.
"We should get back to the house, Abbie will be wondering where we are," he said, again glancing toward their home.
Jenna smiled devilishly and took another drag from her cigarette, clearly realizing the effect it had on Andy.
She tilted her head back slightly and blew a stream of smoke into the sky, arousing him even more. Andy didn't know why he was so aroused by women who smoked, but he found the habit incredibly erotic. The sight of Jenna smoking was almost too much for him to handle as he could feel his erection straining against his pants.
A vision of his beautiful Abbie with Dean alone in their home flashed through his head. It sent a mixture of dread and arousal through his body.
