The series "Neighborly Relations" by R_D_Eddy is one the most well written in the swinging genre. It also includes incest, lesbianism, some light domination, and voyeurism. The two aspects of the story I liked the most, were character development and story immersion. R_D_Eddy's ability to make the reader suspend reality is uncanny.
Sadly, R_D_Eddy never finished the series. His last chapter was posted on 8/22/10. I'm sure that he intended to continue the series as he suggested events to come in the future. Why he never finished it, I will never know as I have e-mailed him but have received no response. If he reads the story and wishes to have this chapter removed, he should contact me or Literotica.
So, ten years after his last submission, I decided to write a chapter in his Neighborhood universe as an homage to his awesome work. A warning to all. My style of writing is different than R_D_Eddy's. But I have done my best to stay true to the story by just adding to it.
*** The story includes, incest, bisexuality, lesbianism***
In the original chapter 09, the narrative discussed the happenings of everyone in the party but Emily after the beginning when Kent and she hooked up. Nothing much of what she did and with whom after that moment when Emily realized her husband had left the room.
We begin the story with the end of R_D_Eddy's narration on part 09.
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Ending of Neighborly Relations Pt 09
Emily's breasts felt tender from the mauling over the course of the evening, but her pussy and ass felt even sorer. It was time to go and soak in a hot tub.
"Come on, Robert," she said. "Jenny, do you need help cleaning up?"
"I'd appreciate it, dear," the older woman said. "But not tonight. I'm going to sleep like a dead woman tonight."
"Okay, well Robert and I are going to leave. We'll look for our underwear tomorrow, I guess. At least Robert finally found his pants. Goodnight."
"Goodnight everybody," Robert said at the door. He slipped his arm around his wife's shoulders and walked with her into the night. It was only shortly after midnight, but he was partied out.
"That was fun," he said, sounding as though he was talking about some dinner party he hadn't expected to enjoy.
"Yes," Emily agreed. "I came enough for three women, I think. Did you get all the pussy you need?"
"Hell no," he laughed. "I only got as much pussy as I need for tonight."
They would both wait and see how much of everything tomorrow would bring them. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and yet the next day.
Neither one of them had enough just yet.
***
Troubled Emily
It was Monday morning at the Porter household. Emily's son and daughter as well as her husband had gone to work. Robert had hugged and kissed her as he left for the bank.
"You're still the best," he had said to her looking into her eyes.
"Are you sure?" she replied thinking of the night that weekend at Jenny and Daryl Peterson's house.
"I am," he had replied.
Then his mood had changed and looked at her with some concern.
"How about you?" he had asked with some concern in his tone.
In response, Emily had pulled Robert to her and held on as if she feared losing him. She lay her head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent. It was the most comforting smell in her universe.
"I love you to no end Robert Porter," she replied honestly with a sigh. "That you love me after this weekend makes me love you more. Do you believe me?"
"I do," he replied hugging her back. "Do you want to talk when I get home?"
She nodded then kissed him quickly before pulling back and smiling at him nervously.
"I think I'll talk to Patty Trent about it," she said. "Would you mind?"
"Right," he said with a smirk as he moved toward the door. "You'll do more than talk."
She swatted his ass in reply.
"Go to work you," she replied trying to suppress her emotions.
"Love you," he said opening the door.
"I love you too," she had said as he nodded with a slight smile and went out.
Emily stood there with her arms wrapped around herself trying to come to terms with it all. Still looking at the closed door as she heard his car drive away, she sat back on the nearest chair and kept staring his way. Answers she realized would not come from there.
Then her phone rang.
***
Patty Trent had finished vacuuming her living room naked with the curtains open as was her daily custom. And as usual Daryl Peterson was sitting in a chair drinking his morning coffee watching her from his living room across the street. Patty smirked remembering Daryl's cock in her mouth the previous night and waved to him. Unlike the past where he had lurked in the dark of his living room, this time he gestured back and smiled before his wife Jenny waved as well. They were both naked!
"Where do they get the energy at their age?" Patty muttered to herself.
She took a bow letting her spectacular tits drop in front of her. Then Patty spun around to show her cross-the-street neighbors and lovers her wondrous bubble-butt. Turning back, she saw the Petersons clap joyfully. Giggling at the absurdity of the moment, she walked back toward her kitchen.
"Show over," she mumbled as she poured a cup of coffee and looked out her door toward the Porter home.
Patty was wondering how her best friend and lover Emily felt after last night. While they had gone to a wild all-girl sex party and had swapped with each other's husband, the swap at the Peterson's was a first for both. She was sipping her coffee when the cellphone rang. Glancing at the screen to see who it was she smiled.
"Speaking of the devil!" she said answering Emily's call. "I was just thinking of you."
"Good thoughts I hope?"
Emily replied.
Patty could tell her normally secure friend was not her usual self.
"What's wrong babe?" Patty replied. "Are you OK?"
"I need to talk to you, Patty. Can I come over?"
Emily said with a distressed tone of voice.
"Sure Ems," Patty replied. "I have coffee ready."
The line cut off and less than a minute later, there was a knock on the kitchen door facing the Porter home. Standing naked in all her morning glory, Patty let her friend inside who wore just her robe and slippers.
"Morning Emily," she said and reached to hug her next-door neighbor and lover.
The two women were closer than just friends these days. What had been an acquaintance, had morphed into a good friendship. Followed by a love affair in the last month or so.
Emily was taller than Patty and had a slimmer, more athletic build from all the tennis and bike riding she and her husband indulged in. Light skinned, she had dark auburn hair hanging to the middle of her well-defined back. While not as slim as she had been in her early twenties, (two children did that to a woman's body) she was more fit than most women her age. Though she was forty-two her breasts barely sagged, topped by two rosy thick nipples.
On the other hand, Patty's body was full-figured but symmetrical. And while the same size as Emily's, her tits looked bigger on her shorter frame. Her jet-black hair matched her skin tone that was slightly darker than Emily's; more so now that it was summer. The birth of her two children had not ruined her shape. Any baby fat she gained in each pregnancy had been easily shed within a year. Unlike Emily, Patty had to watch her food intake, religiously working on the exercise bike in the basement to stay fit.
While Patty was thirty-five with younger children, the two women had bonded and were now inseparable. And both were coming to terms with their emotional attachment. It was this closeness that made Patty realize her friend was worried about something.
"Hi Patty," Emily replied and gave her friend a quick kiss on the lips.
Not the kind the two had been giving each other of late. From the way Emily moved away from her to get coffee, she could tell her friend was distracted. Something had happened to Emily. This soon after the Peterson swap party, Patty thought it might be the source of her neighbor's mood.
It had been a hit despite the drama by Melody and Bill Peterson that had not known of his parents' lifestyle. Jenny and Robert Porter had straightened out their son as Emily had helped Melody come to terms with it.
Emily helped Melody come to terms with her in-law's secret and to return to the house. Once that was sorted out, everyone had fun with anyone they could lay their hands on.
Patty had not noticed any problems with Emily at the party. If anything, the little she had seen of her friend when she was not "busy" herself was that Emily had been extremely popular. Yet something had happened. She was sure of it.
"Ok girlfriend," Patty said crossing her arms. "What's wrong?"
Emily looked confused and conflicted, to say the least.
"Are you having second thoughts about going to the party?" Patty asked as the two of them sat across each other on the kitchen table. "You sure had fun if I recall."
"Not going to the party. It's not that," Emily said shaking her head. "It was..."
Patty found herself aroused by the simple shaking of her friend's auburn hair. The way it moved and framed her beautiful face. What started as masturbatory experimentation, developed to lesbian sex in just days. Then it morphed into something more emotional. They now said "I love you" to each other in front of their husbands. Hell, they even made out in front of their spouses!
"It was what I liked there. The men I liked," Emily continued staring at her cup. "I liked some more than others."
"How?" Patty asked.
"Everyone seemed nice and no one was a bad lover really," Emily said. "But three stood out."
"Three!" Patty laughed. "Did you take notes?"
