The Good Neighbour Pt 02

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST:

This second part has been re-written in light of criticisms of the first. I want to thank those who offered their compliments and those who offered constructive criticism. As for those who don't like stories about cuckolds, or think that my cuckold characters should 'man up' or 'grow some balls', I would invite you to read something else. Especially as this part of the story contains some bisexual (mm and ff) content that you find particularly provoking. Anyway, I'm pretty sure there are one or two other stories somewhere on Literotica that will be more to your liking! 😉

In the meantime, if you want to read an erotic story about cuckolding that seeks to include some of the psychology behind it, and the limits to which it can be taken, read on! Just be sure to read PART 1 first, as there is much you won't get, otherwise.

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I was so shocked by what Tom had said to me about not having sex with my own wife, that by the time I got to the top of the stairs, I was feeling a combination of anxiety and anger. It was a familiar, if not frequent, experience of mine to feel this way, as I hated conflict, and whenever it arose at places like my work, I felt the same way. However much I hated conflict, though, I decided that if Tom was going to take the line he was, I had no choice but to confront him.

I waited until he and Katherine had finished with each other downstairs, and when I heard their voices rise from the whispers of sex to a normal speaking level, I made my way back down, surprising them by standing quietly at the base of the steps until they sensed my presence.

"Paul! You're there!" Katherine exclaimed.

"Yes, Katherine," I said. "There is something I want to say."

"What is it Paul?" Tom asked.

"It's about what you said to me a few minutes ago, Tom. About not wanting to share Katherine with me."

"Oh, that," he said. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"I'm having more than second thoughts," I responded. "It's not going to happen unless I want it to. I am fine with the things that have happened so far, and I am happy to let you and Katherine pretend at being a couple. But--and I want to be crystal clear here--I am fine with these things because Katherine seems to be enjoying them, and because for whatever reason, I get excited by her excitement. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let you tell me what I must accept in all of this. You remain our guest here, and if I want to bring it all to an end, then I will talk to Katherine first, and we will bring it to an end. Got it?"

"Yes, of course I do, Paul. I like you and respect you. You have been a friend to me since I first moved in across the street, and I am grateful. I crossed a line. I'm sorry. I love you and your family, and meant it when I said I didn't want to do anything that would screw with you guys." He got up from the sofa and walked toward me with his hand extended. "My sincere apologies Paul. I'll abide by your rules. Are we good?"

"Alright then," I said. "We're good. But I will talk to Katherine about where we want this all to go, and she will talk to you about it later. For now, though, perhaps you should head back to yours."

"I agree. I'll see you later. Can I kiss Katherine goodbye?"

"Of course you can."

He turned to my wife and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply. "Goodbye beautiful. I'll see you later," he said.

Once he had gone, I got a beer from the fridge for both Katherine and me, and we sat down together at the kitchen table.

"Thank you for coming back down and saying that, Paul. I don't know that I could have articulated it in the moment, but when you first conceded to Tom, as much as I like him, I had a sudden thought that I was losing you, and it scared me. The fact that you said what you did just now made me want to cry, because it was as if you were standing up for our marriage," Katherine said.

"I'm glad you think so," I told her. "I guess I had similar thoughts when I went upstairs while the two of you stayed together down here, and I suddenly couldn't stand it. I mean the party was fine. Weird, but fine. And what you did with him at his company day actually really excited me. But the fact that you carried on after that day without telling me... that was NOT okay. You obviously know by now that I like the idea of you having sex with him, but if it's going to happen, it has to be honest and open. I don't need to know every detail, but somehow it has to be about us. Not just you and Tom."

"Do you think we can manage that?" Katherine asked.

"I hope so," I replied. "Actually, I think so. As long as you are open with me, and you remember that anything you do with him always takes a backseat to what you do with me. And the kids still come first of course."

"Thank you, Paul. I love you."

"I love you too, Katherine. Can we go upstairs?"

We went up to our bedroom, and I kissed my wife in a sexual way for the first time in quite a while. I was conscious as I did that only half and hour or so earlier, it was Tom's lips that had been on her mouth, and for some reason the idea sent a jolt through me. My erection felt as solid as I could ever remember it, and I pressed myself against her as we kissed, before opening her housecoat and running my hands over her body.

When they got to her waist, my hands told me that the underwear she had on was different than any I had seen or felt on her before, so I pulled back to look.

"Holy smokes! I haven't seen these before," I exclaimed. "I assume that Tom got them for you?"

"Yes, he did," Katherine responded. "Is that okay?"

"It's more than okay," I said. "Especially seeing as I get to benefit too. These are gorgeous!"

They were a pale yellow see-through nylon, with small pink and blue flowers, made up of a front triangle of fabric that led between her legs, and emerged to cover her backside with a larger triangle of fabric. Front and back were joined by thin elastic string that left her hips exposed. I'm sure the style had a name, but to me they it was the perfect combination of coverage and exposure, highlighting my wife's best parts. The front, however, was soaked, and matted to her trimmed pubic hair.

"Do you want me to shower and change before we go any further?" Katherine asked, self-consciously.

"No. Absolutely not!" I said, placing my hand on her sex, and extending my fingers between her legs. I didn't want to say it out loud, but the fact that she was soaking, and that what I was feeling was Tom's cum, was an incredible turn-on. I descending to my knees and began to lick her through her underwear.

I did this for a few minutes, but could tell she was moving towards an orgasm, so I got up again, moved her towards the bed, laid down on top of her, slid the crotch of her saturated underwear to the side, and my own throbbing erection inside.

The feeling was incredible. This was my wife: a woman with whom I had not had sex for a few weeks, but who had been having plenty herself, and had just been with her lover only moments earlier. I knew her intimately, yet this felt so different. It was so slick, so messy, so warm. Yet however excited I was, and however much I had expected to cum quickly, I didn't. I lasted longer precisely because of the fact that Tom had just been inside her and she was full of his cum. It meant that there was slightly less direct stimulation on my cock, and I ended up lasting a good few minutes.

When I finally came, the ecstatic rush felt as if it might last forever. And then I collapsed on top of her. After the events of the last number of weeks, it was not only incredible to re-connect with Katherine, it was additionally so in light of what she had just done. Our sexual reunion, on this occasion, was perfect.

"I love you, wife," I said to her.

"I love you, husband," she responded. Then she paused, as if she wanted to say more.

"Katherine, what is it?" I asked. "You obviously want to say something else."

"I don't know. It's just... should I continue to see Tom?"

"I thought that was on your mind. Do you want to?"

She hesitated.

"Well, come on," I pushed. "Do you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

I knew she did, but her confirmation still hit me hard. At the same time, I felt the familiar stirring in my groin and answered with something less than wisdom.

"Then of course you can, love." And I kissed her. Hard.

Tom stayed away from the house for more than a week, and I didn't actually see him other than to wave across the street for more than two weeks, but I know that when I was at work, he and Katherine went out for coffee a few times and carried on as if they were dating. After all, I had pretty much given my standing permission. This went on for about three weeks. By the time I got home each evening, though, everything was normal, except for the fact that between Katherine and I there was no real sexual contact. I mean, I got what I could out of touching her fleetingly, or kissing her deeply, but it never led to anything. It wasn't that she was rejecting me; it was most often because I was too tired from work, and also because I enjoyed the feeling of being cut-off, even if it was self-imposed.

At the same time, I noticed that the underwear in the laundry basket was not stuff I had given her, but that it was incredibly sexy and it was -- more often than not -- well used, so I could guess that the two of them were pretty active. It hurt me, of course, when she would wear something for him that I would have killed to see her in: sexy sheer tights with a skirt, or a particular dress -- especially when I myself had bought these things for her in the first place. There were mornings that I would leave for work, and she would be dressed in clothes for a date -- say, on one occasion, a khaki denim skirt, knee-high brown boots, sheer white, seamless tights, a chocolate brown, stretchy body suit that did up at the crotch with a scooped neck and long sleeves that clung to her figure and made her small chest look exceptionally cute -- and I would be left thinking about her all day, while my normal sexual outlet became masturbation, or, if I was lucky, a glimpse of her undressing at the end of the day. On that particular day, though, what happened really affected me.

Once I had left for work, and Katherine had taken the kids to school, Tom and she went out together with plans to meet up with Leah and Holly for coffee. When they got there, however, it was only Holly they found waiting. Holly looked gorgeous in a black denim skirt with semi-sheer glossy black tights, ankle boots, and a white t-shirt, and Katherine noticed Tom's admiration for his colleague as soon as he laid eyes on her. No one seemed especially surprised by Leah's absence, and the three made their orders and sat down together. They didn't talk about anything especially noteworthy over their coffee, but Holly did ask a few questions of Katherine that made her squirm a bit for being so forthright.

"So Katherine, have you ever been with a woman before?"

Katherine's eyes went wide. "No."

Holly laughed. "Sorry, I didn't want to surprise you. It's just that, while you might be a bit older than me, I just know that most of us girls did at least a little experimenting when we were young."

"Well, I definitely didn't," Katherine said.

"Okay. Well, I have to say, you really shouldn't rule it out. It's true that I was with a man before Leah, but I had at least slept with another girl once, back in university. I don't see that it's any different than any other sexual thing we might do that falls outside of the 'norm'."

"Hmm. Maybe. I'm not sure."

"Well, let me show you what I mean. Tom, kiss me." Holly extended her face toward his, and he leaned across the table to kiss her. She turned back to Katherine.

"Other than making you jealous, was there anything wrong with that?"

"No, I guess not," Katherine said.

"Right, now kiss me," Holly said, and put her face directly in front of Katherine's, her lips a mere few millimetres away.

Katherine reluctantly made contact.

"How was that, Tom?" Holly asked.

"Fine, I guess. Not very convincing, though."

"Okay. Katherine, look at me. It's not going to hurt. Just try to kiss me."

Katherine looked at Tom, who nodded. She looked back at Holly, whose pretty face expressed mischievous anticipation.

"Fine," she said, before leaning into Holly, meeting her lips, and planting a kiss that took both her and Tom by surprise.

"Wow," they both said. "What happened there?"

"That's what you both wanted, isn't it?"

"Well, I don't know about Tom, but I've wanted it since I first saw you," Holly said playfully.

"I only want what you want, Katherine," said Tom, "but I have to admit that the sight of you and Holly sharing a kiss is not one I would shy away from."

"Well, we'll have to see if it happens again, then," Katherine finished.

"Can I just say that I would love to have it happen again?" Holly playfully interjected. "But since we've finished our coffee, why don't we catch an Uber and head back to yours, Tom?"

Katherine didn't remember Tom mentioning that Holly would be coming over, and wondered if she was being set up. She looked at Tom questioningly.

"Holly is coming over to run over some accounts from work. Leah was supposed to be here as well, but she decided to wake up sick this morning," he said, seeing Katherine's eyes.

"Is that okay, Katherine? I thought Tom would have told you."

Katherine was suspicious, but didn't say so. "Yes, of course it's fine," she said. In her heart, she was also slightly jealous. She knew Tom quite fancied Holly and, even though Holly was together with Leah, Katherine had also seen that both women could be quite flirtatious. They were both certainly very attractive.

They quickly arrived back at Tom's and went into the house together. Tom put on the kettle for more coffee, and the three of them took their places around the small, round kitchen table.

"Please stay with us, Katherine. It'll distract Tom and I from the sheer boredom of these spreadsheets," Holly said while she reached into the satchel she carried and that now sat by her feet on the floor, and produced paper copies of a number of documents.

The next hour was indeed boring for all of them, and Katherine was left with nothing to do but watch as Tom and Holly interacted. At least she felt Tom's feet against hers, and his hand touch her knee from time to time.

Eventually their business wound down, and they got up from the table. Holly turned to Katherine again.

"Thanks for that, Katherine. Honestly, I don't know how we would have got through it with you someone here to sweeten the deal. Now..." she put her hands on Katherine's hips... "Don't you think it would be nice to show Tom how much we respect his work? Would you kiss him like you kissed me at the coffee shop?"

Katherine figured this was the moment they had all been waiting for, and just gave in.

"Okay," she said, and turned herself to her left so that she was close to Tom. She then took his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced.

"Whoa, there!" Holly said. "You're taking off without me." She moved around to Tom's other side, and put her face in close to Tom's, as if to analyse what Katherine and he were doing. Katherine was hyper-conscious of her proximity, but out of a sense of inevitability, continued to kiss Tom. Then she felt it. Holly's tongue beside hers in Tom's mouth.

Once it started, it became a flood of sensory experience. Hands and tongues everywhere. Katherine closed her eyes, and felt hands roam over her bottom, her torso, her breasts, then her thighs, her hips, and her sex. She didn't know if they were Tom's or Holly's but she allowed that the overall feeling was incredible nonetheless. She herself tried to undo Tom's trousers, but Holly's hands were already there, and then Tom took her hands and placed them on Holly's hips. Katherine held them in place for a while, then slid them down to her thighs before going up and under her skirt. It was the first time in her life she had had contact with another woman, and she was excited despite of her mental objections. She then moved one hand to Tom's bum and kept the other on Holly's, which led to the other two doing the same thing, making for a circular dance of bodies.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," Holly said, taking a hand of both Tom and Katherine, and leading them toward the stairs and his bedroom without waiting for an answer. The three of them almost piled up the stairs and into his room, where Tom took Katherine in his arms and began kissing her. Holly stood behind him, hands on his chest and cock, before undoing his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles.

Soon after, Katherine felt Tom's hand undoing the snaps of her body suit while they kissed, before feeling Holly come up behind her now, and start feeling her breasts. She was okay with that, but audibly gasped when Holly's hands went to her hips and pulled her skirt up. She knew that, with her body suit undone, she was completely exposed down there. Then something happened that she had never dreamt she would experience in all her life. Holly's hands... a woman's hands... wrapped around her from the back, went between her thighs and began to rub her sex. Katherine gasped into Tom's mouth, and he steadied herself by pulling in closer for an even harder kiss. And still Holly's hands did their thing.

Katherine was very wet between her legs, and Holly had no trouble stimulating her clitoris, then sliding a couple of fingers inside her even through the fabric of her seamless tights. With no cotton crotch to worry about, she was able to use the stretch of the fabric to her advantage. Indeed Katherine's excitement was making Holly excited, veteran as she was both of sex with women, and many threesomes. She kissed Katherine's neck while penetrating her below, until she could no longer stand it. Inviting Tom to step out of the way, she took his place face-to-face with Katherine, began to kiss her mouth, but only lasted a couple of minutes before descending to kneel between her legs. She got Katherine to brace her back against the wall by Tom's bed, then to set her feet more than shoulder width apart. She went in with her tongue, and brought Katherine off in a matter of seconds. She withdrew, stood, gazed lovingly at Katherine's flushed face, and said, "Good. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that. Since I first laid eyes on you, in fact. Now let's get you out of the clothes."

The two women stripped, and then turned on Tom who, by now, was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers anyway. Just the sight of two sets of women's clothes and a man's pair of jeans and boxers on the floor would have set me off, but what they did next together surpassed my dreams.

Kneeling on the floor in front of Tom, they together took him in their mouths. Licking him, sucking him, their tongues working together and meeting frequently in the process, Katherine thought he would cum quickly. In fact, he didn't cum at all. Instead, he laid down on his bed, with his large cock sticking up into the air, and invited the two women to get on top. Holly extended a hand to Katherine, helping her mount Tom's cock as if she was assisting a lady getting on a horse. Katherine sank down on Tom, while Holly held his shaft and watched it slide in. While Katherine rode him, Tom extended a hand to Holly, who used his fingers to get herself off. In the meantime, it took neither Tom nor Katherine very much time before they were both cumming -- Katherine for the second, Tom for the first time.

Katherine laid on top of Tom for a few minutes after orgasm, and the cum began to leak out of her, and down Tom's cock. Holly, who by now was lying beside them, reached down with a finger, dabbed some, and licked it off her fingers. Then she kissed Tom and Katherine before declaring, "That was incredible. I won't ask you what you thought yet, Katherine, as I know you may not have liked everything we did, but I hope you eventually will. As for you, Tom, I know you liked it." They both smiled.