I get home from work and excitedly run into the kitchen to see my wife
standing there and just yell, “Honey, I got it!, I got the fucking
promotion.” We open an insanely expensive bottle of wine and
celebrate. This promotion comes with a humongous title and salary bump
and also allows us to start thinking about some of the goals that we were
setting for ourselves. Number 1 priority: get the fuck out of this small
ass apartment in the city! Number 2: Move to the suburbs and get a
nonsense house with a fucking pool! Way distant number 3: Start a
family. The reason that I say way distant #3 is because I’m 34, still
enjoying my life and honestly don’t see kids currently in my life. My
wife (Chrissy) and I (Allen) have different views on this, but they
usually get pushed to the side due to both of us focusing more on work.
After reviewing finances and speaking to our financial advisory,
immediate house hunting starts! It basically consumes our lives, like
the planning of a wedding. We see home after home, weekend after weekend
and then finally the new home chooses us. This IS our new home, 5
bedrooms, 4 ½ bathrooms, backyard pool, huge garage, and kitchen and of
course a man cave basement for me. The realtor tells us that the
previous owners needed to leave in a hurry, so the house is listed as
furnished, so basically everything is done for us and we basically throw
out everything from our shit ass apartment.
Move in day happens, which is somewhat easy for us and turns into more of
an exploratory mission of what was left in the house. For the most part,
everything is what it is in the house except for the garage. That’s
where I find so many boxes with listings of Christmas, Car, Kitchen,
Games, Glass, and Pineapple. We feel like everything is self-explanatory
except for Pineapple, we open this huge box and it’s just filled with
obvious sex toys, lubes, lotions, condoms and a couple of leather tarps.
We both die laughing and quickly just close the box.
Over the next couple of hours, we are trying to set shit up, but our
doorbell keeps ringing with the neighbor visits, that I honestly have
only seen in movies. I’ve always lived in the city and throughout my
whole life I would say maybe 3 neighbors ever had more than a 1-minute
conversation with me. Today was completely different, we met 8 different
neighbors. Only so many times I can say, “Hi, I’m Allen, Here,
Nice to meet you — Allen.” They are all couples, some with kids, some
without, most within the 30-50 age range, some MILFs, some absolutely
never in a million years MILFs, one very welcoming gay couple and
honestly a couple cool husbands. What I appreciated was that most of the
husbands looked like me in some aspects: I’m 34, 6 ‘2, 240ish, hairy.
Obviously, some way shorter, some way bigger, some way older but for the
most part in somewhat of the same range. I say this but I forgot to
mention the gay couple who obviously visit the gym regularly and for the
most part, put all the other neighbors to shame.
The one couple that stayed longer than the others, Mitch and Lara, my
wife and I totally vibed with. They live in the house directly to the
right of us. They have been married for 5 years, no children, both
focused on their work. Mitch was probably one of the better-looking
husbands that we met, very dark features, 6 foot, 220 pounds, some meat
on his bones and hair coming out of every part of his clothing. I know
that I’m married but I will always appreciate a good-looking guy and I
did dabble with some of my fraternity brothers in college. Nothing
serious, just a couple of hand jobs, jerk off sessions and 1 blow job.
The blow job only happened because I was in a threesome with one of my
frat brothers and she said we could DP her only if we both suck each
other’s dicks for 30 seconds. We both were down, and both blew each
other for definitely more than 30 seconds then proceeded to fuck her at
the same time. That’s the most risque thing I have ever done, so
naturally, I jerk off to that night many times.
We set up a deeper intro dinner with Mitch and Lara later in a week. We
do the normal spread, lots of wine, cheese/charcuterie, and my wife makes
her famous chicken parm. Lots of small talk — basically we are all on a
first date with the questions. My wife and I started asking about dirt
on the other neighbors. It’s the usual shit you hear on a sitcom about
neighbors, this one is cheating on his wife, this one has an eating
disorder, this one’s kid has run away 3 times, etc. I finally ask, “So
what about the previous owners?” Mitch and Lara looked at each other
and Lara said, “Honestly, we don’t really know that much, they kept to
themselves for the most part. The only time we would hear from them was
when Lisa was throwing a Tupperware or Pampered Chef party and some of
the neighbors would go over, and they were just honestly looking for our
money.” My wife acknowledges and says, “Yes, we have definitely had
some of those neighbors and friends in our past.” Mitch then asks, “So
did the previous owners leave anything behind, because I’m seeing a lot
of their things here.” I chimed in and said, “Yeah, there are so many
boxes that they left in the garage. Some crazy shit in there. Wait, let
me show you. Hey Babe, we are going to head to the garage quick, maybe
take a hit of my pot vape and then head back in here for dessert.” The
wives give a scolding view of disapproval but me and Mitch shrug our
shoulders and head to the garage.
Mitch and I take a couple hits of my vape, just bullshitting and once I
start to feel it, I start telling him about the random boxes.
Me: Yeah, so they left all this shit here…normally named and then we get
to a box named Pineapple.
Mitch: Pineapple?
Me: Yeah, we didn’t know either but then we opened it and looked like
it’s just filled with sex toys and shit!
Mitch: What the fuck?
Me: Yeah, I know, crazy! So, I thought this leather thing was a tarp of
some sort that maybe people fucked on but after some research after
finding, its actually a sling. Then I came back in here and found these
hooks above that were covered previously. So, I think the previous
owners fucked in here!
Mitch: Wait, so you hang this up and you fuck someone in here?
Me: Yeah, I guess, hold on let me hang this up.
Mitch: How much weight does this support, do you think?
Me: Well, I’m 240 so if I don’t fall on my ass right now, it’s kinda
legit.
Mitch: So, what’s even the purpose of these, to fuck while being
suspended? Does it add a different angle or pleasure point or something?
Me: I don’t think so — I think honestly, it’s just for bondage and
ease? Yeah, see there are straps for your arms and feet. Hook those
clamps to my legs and I will show you, they hold your legs up. Now hook
up my arms. See you are just here, all exposed!
Mitch: Wow, it seems that way. So, is this also like a swing? So, I
can push you a bit. Yeah, it seems so. Oh, wow yeah, you are swinging a
bit — I can see how this would be easy to fuck.
-He moves closer to me and now when I swing back, I’m kinda hitting his
crotch
Me: Yo, dude, can you let me out, I’m literally feeling you when I swing
back against your crotch?
Mitch: What do you mean you are feeling me?
Me: Dude, I’m feeling your fucking dick against my ass.
Mitch: Oh, sorry bro, this sling just got me worked up.
Me: Totally cool dude, but fucking undo these clamps.
Mitch: You sure you want these clamps undone? Looks like it might be
getting to you too.
Me: Dude, stop, I have no idea what that’s about.
Mitch: I kinda have an idea, why don’t I just have a quick feel? Oh
fuck, you are super fucking hard.
Me: No seriously, get the fuck off my dick.
Mitch: Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?
Mitch starts to slowly dry fuck me in the sling, spits in his hand, then
slips his hand under my shorts and grabs my cock, starting to jerk me
off.
Mitch: You want me to stop while I have your hard dick in my hands and my
dick is next to your ass? Huh? You want me to stop? Or do you want me
to go faster?
-He starts dry slamming into my ass and feverishly jerking my cock. I
start moaning uncontrollably and pleading to him, “Stop, please stop,
don’t do this.” Meanwhile I’m in this intense sense of ecstasy and I
don’t want him to stop at all. I haven’t been touched by a guy since
college and no one is this forceful. Mitch knows what he wants, and he
is going for it. I start grinding and fucking his hand that is jerking
me off. This is just so wrong and exciting at the same time; our fucking
wives are one garage door away. It all catches up to me and I just pass
the point of no return. “Ugh, Ugh, fuck, ugh, ugh.” My shorts are now
drenched in cum. Mitch laughs, then smiles, then releases the wrist
clamps. Mitch simply says, “Well nice to meet you neighbor”, and just
walks out of the garage and back into the kitchen with our wives.
The End
