Goode Neighbors

This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our imagination, any sex within is among persons over the age 18.

"Goode" Neighbors

I happened to be at our mailbox at the end of the driveway, checking for mail, when a red BMW drove past and pulled into the neighbor's drive. As it approached their garage, the door opened to let the Beemer in before closing again. It seemed odd; I knew Kyle Goode was out of town. Why would some guy be pulling into their garage? I figured there could be dozens of innocent reasons; a cousin, maybe Doris' brother? Who knew; and it certainly wasn't any of my business.

The incident was quickly forgotten when I noticed a letter in the mailbox from my sister who lives in Florida. Gina always writes great letters; full of family news and plenty of articles cut out of the dozen or so publications to which she subscribes.

The next morning, as I pulled out of my drive to head to work, the Beemer drove past me so fast I had to hit my brakes before I backed into it.

I probably still would have ignored the whole incident if my wife Jenny and I hadn't stopped by the Goode's house Friday night as we were walking the dog. The red BMW was parked on the street and Kyle Goode was standing on his porch talking to the guy I had seen earlier that week driving the car. Kyle and the guy approached us as we continued down the sidewalk.

"George, Jenny; hello!"

Jenny and I stopped until the two men reached the sidewalk.

"George, I like you to meet my best friend., Harry Thompson. Harry, this is our neighbor George."

I shook Harry's hand and turned to introduce Jenny to Harry. "This is my wife, Jenny."

I wasn't surprised when Harry, after letting go of my hand, took Jenny's while looking at her as if she was dessert. When you marry a woman as good looking as Jenny, you get used to the way men drool over her. But this guy had a look on his face that I couldn't read; a smirk maybe, like he knew something I didn't.

Now that I knew Harry was Kyle's best friend and not some relative, my head started buzzing as to why the guy spent the night while Kyle was out of town. Was there something going on between Harry and Kyle's wife, Doris? Personally, I can't think of a lower form of life than a best friend that fucks his buddy's wife; but maybe there was an innocent explanation, like the guy is in town on business and needed a place to stay. So I asked, "Harry, where do you live?"

Harry answered, "Over across the river in St. Paul."

So, that closed that field of inquiry. Harry's not a relative and he doesn't live too far to need a room for the night while traveling. That leaves...

Harry was still looking at Jenny like he was ready to jump her, so I said we had to finish walking the dog and said good-bye to Kyle and Harry.

This left me with a dilemma; do I say anything to Kyle? Part of me wanted to keep out of it; part of me realized Kyle was becoming a friend since Jenny and I moved into the neighborhood seven months ago and if it were me, I'd want to know if my wife was screwing around. By that Sunday, my mind was made up. While Kyle was out cutting his lawn, I walked down to have a chat.

After the pleasantries, I just came right out with it.

"Kyle, Monday night, when you were out of town, your best friend Harry spent the night at your place."

You could have knocked me over with a feather at Kyle's reaction. He was actually chuckling as he replied, "George, of course he did. I bet he gave Doris the time of her life."

My mouth was hanging open, I had no words in response to Kyle's statement.

Kyle continued to laugh as he explained. "George, I thought you knew. Doris and I have an open relationship."

It took me a few seconds to absorb this. "You mean you two do it with other people?"

"More than that; we swing. Didn't you ever notice the cars over here once every other month? When it's our turn to host."

"Host?"

Kyle looked like he was having fun with my discomfort. "Yea, George; host. As in six or more couples, and lucky singles like Harry, stop over here and we all trade partners. We fuck each other's wives."

I still hadn't come up with a coherent response to Kyle's news when he asked the inevitable question. "Would you and Jenny like to join us? We're always looking for new recruits; Doris and I would be considered aces if we brought the two of you into the fold."

That question took me out of my stupor. "No, Kyle; there's no way we'd participate in anything like that."

As I turned to leave, I heard Kyle call out to me, "Pity."

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The thing is; this isn't the first time the issue of swinging has come up lately. Three or four months ago, Jenny and I were recovering from an especially nasty hour of sex when she asked me about it. I was basking in the glow of post-coital bliss, having just cum while taking my wife from behind, when Jenny asked, "George, what are your fantasies?"

I gave the question some thought while my heart rate and breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I'd like to make love to you on a beach. I know the fantasy is better than the reality, nothing worse than a few grains of sand getting inside you while I'm pounding away. But the fantasy sounds fun."

I obviously hadn't given Jenny the answer she was looking for, so she asked again. "Anything else?"

I was almost afraid to bring it up; but decided to give it a chance. "Promise you won't think I'm a pervert if I tell you?"

Jenny got up on one elbow while turning to face me. As if reassuring me to continue, Jenny started to play with my cock. "I promise, George. What is it?"

Even thinking about it started to turn my cock hard, especially with Jenny's fingers stroking it.

"Remember, you promised. I'd like you to dress real slutty; high heels, little black dress that barely covers your ass and has your perfect breast showing tons of cleavage. I'd like you to go into a hotel bar without me."

While I was talking, Jenny was stroking my cock with more enthusiasm, I could tell she was getting worked up.

"I want you to sit at the bar on a high barstool, your long legs hanging out of that little black dress. Then I'd like to come into the bar, pretend I don't know you. I'd buy you a drink, we'd chat until you finished the drink, then I'd walk you out of the bar, with all the men in the bar watching us walk out, I take you up to a room I've reserved and we would fuck for hours."

Jenny continued to stroke my cock, I was close to cumming, when she asked. "What if one of the men at the bar tried to buy me a drink or pick me up?"

"You'd ignore them, of course."

Jenny pressed the point. "Wouldn't you enjoy watching me flirt with some guy at the bar before you picked me up? Wouldn't that make you hot?"

"Fuck, no! My perverted fantasy might have you dressing like a slut in public; but it's not that perverted."

"What about swinging? Have you ever thought about swinging with another couple or with more than one couple?"

Jenny's question had the opposite effect on me; I had been minutes from cumming from her hand-job; now my hard-on was shrinking fast.

"Jenny, I have no desire to fuck any other woman and I certainly have no desire to watch any other man fuck you! Why? Is that a fantasy of yours?"

Jenny was smart enough to give me the right answer; given my wilting hard-on.

"No, George. I just asked because a lot of couples have that fantasy. I just wondered if it was one of yours."

Jenny ended the conversation by bending over and swallowing my cock. With my cock in her warm mouth, it started to grow again. She deep throated me until I came in her mouth. I fell asleep right after that; the conversation about fantasies forgotten. It wasn't until months later, when I was telling Jenny about the Goode's parties, that I remembered Jenny's earlier question, "Have you ever thought about swinging with another couple?"

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After I left Kyle that afternoon, I walked back to our house; Jenny was outside sunbathing in a skimpy bikini. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down next to her on the patio.

"Jenny, did you know the Goode's are swingers and that they host a party with other swingers?"

Jenny's response was a tell. Any time Jenny talks to someone, she pulls her sunglasses to the top to her head so whomever she's conversing with can see her blue eyes. Jenny's father told me years ago that he taught his children to remove their sunglasses whenever talking to another person. He told me this because he wanted me to follow the same advice; he was tired of talking to me when I had my eyes shaded; said it made him distrust me.

So, it made me suspicious when Jenny turned to me without removing her sunglasses when responding to my question.

"Why, no, George. Where did you get that idea?"

"From Kyle. He came right out and said it. I told him that Harry had spent Monday night at his house while he was traveling. He shrugged it off; he said Doris and him have an open relationship. That they swing and host swingers' parties."

"Well, I don't see where that's any business of ours. I can't believe you ratted out Doris to Kyle. Why would you do that?"

"Jenny, if you were screwing around on me, I'd want a true friend to tell me."

"It's still ratting. I thought all boys were taught not to be tattle-tales when they were growing up."

"It all depends on the seriousness of the infraction. You don't tell on minor things; but if it's important, then..."

Jenny interrupted me. "And what's the big deal if Doris is screwing around? Who is she hurting?"

Before I gave it much thought, I was answering Jenny. "Jenny, you make it sound as if adultery is some minor thing. For a lot of marriages, it's a deal breaker. Most spouses have difficulty dealing with their husbands or wives' infidelity."

I was stunned by Jenny's response. "Well, that's just stupid. It's only sex!"

I was still stunned and silent, when Jenny defused the entire conversation.

"George, whatever the Goode's do is their business, not ours. As long as we love and trust each other and stay true to our vows, we shouldn't fight each other. Come here and kiss me; you haven't kissed me in hours."

I kissed Jenny; but there was something nagging my brain about our conversation. Something I'd give more thought when I wasn't distracted by Jenny's tight body in that red bikini.

Over the next few weeks I watched Jenny more closely. I must admit that most everything about our daily life was completely normal. Our sex life wasn't suffering, we still had sex at least three or four times a week and the weekend sessions would still knock my socks off, sometimes lasting hours.

There were no external signals I could find to make me suspicious - with two exceptions. First, one day when I picked up Jenny's smartphone to look up a phone number in her contacts, the phone was locked. This was new, Jenny never locked her phone before, she said it was too inconvenient. Second, I noticed that Jenny was clearing the history on our computer. Again, this was not something Jenny did in the past. Both the locked phone and the cleared histories were small things; but as someone once sang - "from small things momma, big things one day come". *

Neither of these obstacles were difficult to remove. With some trepidation that I was violating Jenny's privacy, I was able to place a program on our computer that recorded the activity in the background. Jenny could erase her history, but the computer would still store it in a file I could review.

Cracking her phone password wasn't difficult, I very casually handed Jenny her phone and asked for her brother's phone number. I didn't even mention the fact the phone was locked and Jenny didn't realize she was standing with her back to a mirror when she unlocked it. I had my phone in my hand, video recording the image in the mirror while waiting for her to give me Matt's number.

The web pages Jenny visited over the next couple weeks were interesting. She seemed to enjoy reading erotic stories online. More disturbing to me, the stories mostly focused on group sex.

Every chance I could, I read the texts on Jenny's phone and for weeks, there were none out of the ordinary and no phone calls to anyone I would consider a potential lover.

Nothing, until right after I told Jenny I needed to go out of town for a week and a half for business. My job as a translator usually required me to go out of town every two months or so; the staff rotated the travel assignments so no one got stuck doing it all the time.

Two days after giving her the news, during which time Jenny acted very sad that I'd be gone for so long, I read a text from Doris on Jenny's phone.

"We're set for Saturday. Last minute, but five couples have confirmed because you'll be here again. And you know how excited Kyle and Harry are. See you then."

I was pissed; almost to the point that I couldn't think straight. My whore of a wife, while pretending to be sad, was looking forward to my absence so she could fuck a bunch of assholes! I almost lost it as I reread the text, the word 'again' was a deal breaker; but it was time to suck it up and start planning; I would have plenty of time later to mourn the end of my marriage.

The next morning, I found and made an appointment with a divorce attorney. Then, asked my boss to let me skip out of the assignment; I gave some bullshit excuse why I couldn't go and promised to make it up to my replacement later. He hemmed and hawed, making a big deal out of it; which is crap because I probably covered for my co-workers at least twice over the past year. After his little snit, he agreed I could take the next ten days off.

Thursday morning I kissed Jenny good-bye and, instead of going to the airport, I checked into the Residence Inn. I used my company credit card to rent a car, a clear violation of company policy, but by now I didn't give a rat's ass, and bought everything I thought I'd need.

Friday, I met with the divorce attorney to understand my options and what was necessary if I divorced Jenny. It wasn't pretty; basically we'd split all our assets and I'd probably end up paying 'maintenance' to her for up to five years. Jenny had a part time job that paid very little; but gave her a discount on all the clothes she bought; Jenny liked to dress nice. It was never a big deal; the house was always tidy, dinner was on the table most nights and I made good money. Now, her meager salary meant I'd need to supplement her income until she could get retrained for a career.

"Wait a minute! You mean to tell me that she can shit all over our marriage and I still have to pay her?"

The attorney shrugged his shoulders. "Yes; that's the way it goes since the laws were changed. Adultery is irrelevant if you divorce your spouse."

I realize now how naïve I was; when it came to my wife and when it came to the law.

"Let's say I don't want to get screwed by the system; what are my options?"

The guy smiled. "Before I say another word, write me a check for five-hundred; because what I'm about to say implies you and I never had this conversation and we'll never see each other again."

I wrote the check and handed it to him.

"First, let me ask you two questions. Do you like your job? Any family members living nearby you would miss?"

I answered, "I hate my job and my parents and sister moved to Florida."

The guy leaned back in his chair. "Then I'll continue, but this is not legal advice. This is me telling you what I'd do in your situation." He paused for a second, maybe choosing his words. "I'd fucking disappear. Grab what I could from the accounts and get the hell outta Dodge. It'd be different if you had kids, no way I'd recommend a father abandon his children, especially with a slut mother. But in your case, I say it's a big world out there; take some time to see it."

It was the last thing I expected to hear; I had to ask. "Why such a radical solution. Wouldn't I be better off taking my chances in court?"

"You picked the wrong lawyer to answer that question. Four years ago I caught my wife with her trainer. Had it all on video; her and some buffed up gym rat in our bed. The audio caught them making fun of me; how I was working while they were making a cuck out of me. Nasty shit. I divorced her, even had one of the best divorce attorneys in the county, better than me. Four years later, I'm still paying her every month and I will for the next year. That's the reward you get if you treat your wife like a queen and don't force her to get a good paying job while you're married. Let's face it, the system is stacked against people like you and me."

I walked out of the lawyer's office shaking my head; but starting to formulate my plans. But first, I needed to know for certain what Jenny was doing with the neighbors.

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The swingers' party was planned for Saturday night, if I was lucky it would take place at the Goode's house. We'd been there often enough for barbeques and pool parties that I knew the layout and I knew I'd be able to set up and spy on the festivities. But just in case, I buried a tracking app on Jenny's phone.

Saturday was a long day; I spent it sitting in the hotel room waiting for her phone to show she was on the move. I didn't have to wait too long, at five that evening, Jenny left the house and walked to the Goode's.

I drove over to our neighborhood in my rental and parked on the next block. The Goode's have a small potting shed in their backyard and I was able to get inside it without anyone seeing me by sneaking over their six-foot fence.

For the next two hours I used the movie camera and a still camera to capture the shenanigans at the Goode's. I used the video to record the different combinations of couples, threesomes and foursomes. I captured the sucking and fucking that took place out by the pool or inside the den behind the patio doors. I used the digital still camera with its telephoto lens to capture details; the faces of the participants were clear enough that there was no doubt as to their identities; the photos bore witness to some of the nastiest shit I could imagine.

The toughest part was watching and recording my wife. Yes, she was the main attraction and the obvious star of the show. Other women attending might have had decent bodies, but Jenny had the nicest and most every man took advantage of the situation; sometimes combinations of men.

You can't understand true heartbreak until you see the woman you love, the one you were making plans to have children with and grow old together, taking one guy from behind while sucking off a second guy. I video recorded Jenny out by the Goode's pool sucking off Kyle Goode with Harry Thompson fucking her from behind. After a few minutes, they switched positions; then minutes later, switched again.

The threesome finished off and Jenny walked back into the house. The patio doors were closed, but I could still see into the lighted room where Jenny sat on some guy's lap, obviously giving the guy a naked lap dance. The next guy threw her onto the couch and proceeded to fuck her. The next guy just stuck his cock in her mouth and face fucked my wife.

After almost two hours of this, I had every participant's face recorded and in a compromised position. It was time to leave.

As I sat in the car, trying to steady myself, I felt like crying, but didn't. I felt like hurting Jenny and all her fuck buddy friends; but didn't. Instead, I went back to my hotel room after stopping off to buy a fifth of Jack Daniels; I sat and thought about what'd I do next.