Moving In (Sequel to One-Upping the Neighbors and Pool Party)
written by:
Aaron Director

Julian was inside directing the movers when the neighbors came by to introduce themselves. "Hi, I'm Chris," the guy said. He was tall, brown-haired, wiry in a rugged kind of way. "This is Elizabeth," he said, gesturing to a lithe-looking woman with silky black hair, clad, like me, in the standard yoga uniform: calf-length tights and a form-fitting patterned top. "Liz, usually," she said, handing me a warm plate of cookies. "Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thanks, that's so nice," I said. "I'm Annemarie. Let me introduce you to Julian." I waved him over from the doorway, and he jogged out to join us. "Julian, Liz and Chris made us cookies."

"Listen," Chris said, "you obviously are going to have your hands full unpacking for a while, so we'd love to make you dinner tomorrow."

"You don't have to go to all that trouble," Julian started, but Chris cut him off. "It's no trouble at all. We'd do it tonight, but we have a, um ... thing ... tonight. Which is the other thing I wanted to tell you. We'll try not to make too much noise, but sorry in advance for the people coming and going."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem at all," Julian said. "Thanks for the cookies." He ran back into the house. I said I would join him, but added, to Liz: "when things settle down, if it's not too much trouble, could you clue me in on where things are in the neighborhood? I'm guessing you know a good yoga studio." Liz smiled. "Of course. When you free up, I'll give you the grand tour."

Liz and Chris retreated to their house. A few other neighbors introduced themselves: an older couple from the house on the other side from Liz and Chris, a retiree from down the street, and two younger couples—Chloe and Jack, from two houses away, and Abby and Matt from across the street. I mentioned to Abby and Matt that we were unused to all this hospitality, coming from a relatively impersonal neighborhood in Chicago. "It's a very friendly neighborhood, Abby said, drawing a disapproving look from Matt. "I'd like to think you'll fit right in," Abby went on, ignoring her husband.

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By the time we had diverted furniture to the appropriate rooms, assembled the bed, and unpacked the bedding, we were exhausted and filthy. I sat on a box in the living room, looking out at the front yard. People were arriving for the party next door, dressed nicely but casually, as if they were going clubbing. They were mostly around my age, early thirties or so, though a few people that looked like college students showed up too. Caterers, maybe? I saw Abby and Matt and Chloe and Jack show up as well.

"The neighbors seemed nice," I said to Julian, "but I wonder why they didn't invite us to their party?"

"Look at us," he said. He was down to his shorts, sweaty and covered with dust. I couldn't have looked much better. "This house came with a shower," I argued, but he was probably right. Liz and Chris likely didn't want us to feel pressured to get cleaned up and come to a party the day we moved in.

"Hey," I said, changing the subject. "I'm getting hungry. Can you pick up some Thai food?"

"You're more dressed than I am," he said, "plus, I'm still putting together the dining table." So I slipped on my shoes and headed out.

I ran into one of the party guests outside. "Hi," he said, looking me over. "Going in?"

"No," I said, confused. "I'm going out to get some food."

"Oh, my god, I am so sorry," he said, his face reddening. "I thought—I mistook you for—I am sorry," he stuttered. His wife, a trim but uptight-looking woman with blocky glasses, glared at him. "We're so sorry," she echoed, more calmly. "Have a nice night."

So the neighbors are nice, but their friends are weird, I thought.

I got back with the food and Julian and I ate on our newly-assembled dining table. We didn't want the leftover food to get forgotten among all of the detritus of the move, so Julian took it straight out to the trash bins. He was gone longer than I had expected.

When he got back, he was grinning. "Annemarie," he said, "you have got to see this."

We padded out to the backyard. The daylight was almost completely gone, so most of the light in our backyard came from the second story of Liz and Chris's house. There were tall, closely-packed cypress trees between their yard and ours, and a high pine fence on the other side of the shrubs, completely shielding their yard from ours. But we could hear voices, and laughter, on the other side of the fence. And from our yard, we could see into one of the back windows at the top of their house. There wasn't much to see, just the top of a woman's head. But the way it was bouncing up and down in an even rhythm, it wasn't hard to imagine what she was doing. I watched for a minute, wondering which of the guests I saw entering had snuck away from the party for that.

"Annemarie, come here," Julian whispered. He had found a narrow void between two cypress trees, and between them, a small knot in the fence. He stood on our lawn while I took a turn at the knot.

Through the fence, I saw the partygoers. From what I could see, it wasn't a large party—perhaps a bit more than a dozen people, plus the two who had snuck upstairs. But it was an unusual party. A naked woman emerged, dripping, from the pool. Someone handed her a towel, but rather than covering herself up, she dried herself quickly and then draped the towel over a nearby chair. Some of the guests were dressed, but others were disrobing. And on a cushioned bench, one man was enthusiastically fucking a woman with long strokes. One of her legs was over his shoulder; he braced his arms on the bench. It looked like—I was pretty sure it was Chris. And the woman was one of the college students I had seen earlier, I thought. Definitely not a caterer. As I watched, I saw Liz walk by, touching his back lightly as she passed. She was fully dressed, but she was holding the hand of the guest who had mistakenly greeted me outside. I didn't see his companion anywhere.

I took a deep breath and turned back to Julian. "You were wrong about being underdressed," I said.

"Sshhh," he said. "My turn," he whispered, but I didn't move. "Go away, you perv," I said. Then I turned back to the knot and watched a little while longer.

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"So we're still going to go over there for dinner?" Julian asked, the next morning. "Not going to make a last-minute excuse?"

"Don't be such a puritan," I said. "It's dinner, nothing else. From what I've read, people who belong to these sex clubs keep it pretty quiet. They don't want it to affect their work lives or their normal friendships. I'll be they don't even raise it with us. Besides, if they wanted to hit on us, they would have invited us to the party."

So that evening, dressed as casually un-sexy as possible (jeans and t-shirts for both of us), we brought over a dessert I baked.

"Come on in," Liz chirped at the door. "We're just about ready."

"Cleaning all day?" Julian asked. I elbowed him.

"Um, mostly shopping and cooking," Liz said, but there was a slight edge to her voice. To put her at ease, I jumped in. "God, it smells great. What's on?" Liz relaxed, and reviewed the evening's menu for me. We put the men to work setting the table while we plated the food. I really liked Liz. She rattled off the restaurants we had to visit, the right places to shop for the things you need when you move into a new house, which neighbors she wanted to introduce me to and which ones I should avoid. But I couldn't stop thinking of her party the night before, and about her touching her husband's back while he had sex with another woman.

So over dinner, I waded into the topic. "Good party last night?" I asked.

"Yeah, great," Chris said hesitantly. "Not too loud for you, I hope."

"No, you guys were perfect neighbors," I said.

"I'm glad," Chris said. "We would have invited you, but it was sort of for a specific group of people."

"What was the occasion," I pressed.

"Um, kind of an anniversary," he said.

"Kind of?"

"Yeah, it's ... it's a bit hard to explain."

"Look, I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way," I said, "but we kind of got a glimpse." Chris turned red; Liz looked wary, like she thought we were going to attack. "No, no," I continued, "please don't get upset. We were in the backyard, and there was a hole in the fence, so we peeked. A little."

Chris put his head in his hands. "I thought our yard was completely private," he said. "I am so, so sorry."

"No, stop," I said. "It's your house, don't apologize at all. We only caught a glimpse"—a lie—"and I swear we didn't mean to invade your privacy. If you don't want me to, I won't even mention it again. But if it's okay with you, I did have some questions."

Liz and Chris looked at each other for a minute, then Liz shrugged. She let out a long breath, and her whole body slumped. I felt awful - it looked like she thought she had been caught in something and was about to confess. "Well, given that you've seen it, you might as well ask about it."

"Liz, please," I said, "really, if you knew me, you'd know I really am just curious." I paused, and heard no objection, so I went on. "You guys are swingers, right?"

"I guess that's what you'd call us," Liz said, looking at Chris. "I've never really thought about it. We don't really use the word."

"And last night you were hosting some kind of swingers' club?" I was trying to show off with the knowledge I had gained from HBO.

"Oh, god, no," Chris laughed. "We're not in any kind of swingers' club. The places with the mood lighting and the red leather couches?" He had watched the same HBO special as I had.

"But you, like, get together with other swingers at these big parties, right?"

"No, no," Liz protested. "It's not like that at all. Other than last night, and I guess the first anniversary party and maybe for a few weeks when it all first started, we've never gone to a ‘swingers' event.' Until you said it just now, I didn't even think of us as swingers. We've never planned anything around sex."

"But what, then?"

"Well, when it all started, it was just some friends of ours, two other couples. It was kind of a game that got out of hand, but in a good way. One thing led to another, and we crossed some boundaries, and we've never looked back. So with those two couples, it's like ..."

Chris interrupted. "We're comfortable with them. They're our best friends. So if Liz wants to be with one of them ..."

"Or more than one," Liz said with an oddly shy smile.

"... or more than one of them, then she knows I'm fine with that. And vice-versa. But there is absolutely nothing romantic between me and, well I won't use their names, but the others. I mean, they're great friends, but really, it's just sex. Good, dirty sex."

"But there were more than two couples last night," I said.

"Yeah, that was a little different. Like I said, special occasion. There's a couple that was there last night. I'd call them normal 51 weekends out of the year. But that fifty-second weekend, they go a little crazy, and since we were the impetus for that, we put on this party for them every year. Other than that, we've gone outside our little group a few times, always together, always by mutual consent, but it doesn't happen that often. And like Liz said, other than these annual things, we've never gone to a quote-unquote ‘sex party.' It really is just a matter of ‘one thing leads to another.'"

"Oh, come on. Somebody always has to make the first move."

"Well, yeah, but it's really just a matter of working up to talking about the thing that everybody wants to talk about it. Frankly, the conversation starts a lot like this one. And eventually it works around to ‘are you thinking what I'm thinking?'"

I felt like I was just catching up. "Wait," I asked, "are you asking me if I'm thinking what you're thinking?"

Liz and Chris looked at each other.

Julian piped up. "Well, you haven't asked, but my answer is no." I nodded as Julian continued. " I'm too much of a jealous guy. Not that I'm above sneaking a peek at you through the hole in the fence, obviously."

"No need to sneak, Julian," Liz teased. "Sometimes it's nice to be appreciated for the things you're good at." She raised a half-empty glass of wine at him in a mock toast. "Being watched is not like switching partners, but it's a thing we enjoy, all the same. And from the other perspective—" she eyed Julian "—watching is also not like switching partners. It's really just like porn, only more intimate. Nobody here has a problem with porn, do they?"

"We're pretty porn-friendly, actually," Julian answered. No need to hide it among this crowd. I agreed.

"Well, there you go." Liz gestured at the empty plates on the table. "Let's take this dinner party to the living room. Anybody need more wine?"

Liz and Chris had a pair of couches facing each other. They sat on one; Julian and I sat on the other. Our conversation moved onto other topics—our jobs, neighborhood politics, books we had all read. I could barely participate. I just kept picturing Liz and Chris as if they were in a porn video. With the neighbors, at a party, just the two of them. And the more my mind kept wandering, the more dreamy their own behavior became. Liz snuggled into Chris's chest. He put his arm around her shoulder and rubbed it idly. I would snap back into the conversation, only to find, a few minutes later, that Chris's hand had slipped under Liz's collar. Her own hand was in his lap, and though she wasn't overtly stroking him, I could feel a charge coming from them, a completed circuit.

At some point, the conversation stopped. Something had changed in the room. We all could feel it.

"Now this is the part where I ask if anybody else is thinking what I'm thinking," Chris said.

Liz leaned forward. "Who wants to watch some analog porn?" she asked in a low voice.

Julian swallowed, began to protest, but I cut him off. "Okay," I said.

Liz leaned toward me. "Help me with these buttons," she said. While I undid the buttons on her cottony blouse, she hooked her thumbs into her pants and wiggled them off. Her panties went with them. She was clean-shaven, smooth and lean. Her hip bones jutted out a bit. She stood and shrugged off her now-unbuttoned blouse, reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She had a flat stomach, smallish but round breasts, tiny, upturned nipples.

Chris had taken his shirt off, but he lifted his hips to let Liz pull down his pants. His thick prick was already hard. Liz sat next to him on the edge of the couch, leaning down toward his cock. She rested her right hand on his knee and used her left hand to brace the top of his shaft while she licked the underside of it. She took it into her mouth with long, slow motions, alternating eye contact with Julian and me.

I could barely breathe. When Julian and I watch porn, at some point it becomes foreplay, and then just sex, with the porn in the background. But I wasn't about to do that in front of Liz and Chris, and neither was Julian. So it was all anticipation. It was disorienting and thrilling.

Chris eventually withdrew from Liz's mouth. He stood up and went around to the side of the couch. Liz turned around and raised her butt to about Chris's hip level. The tops of her feet sat on the arm of the couch; her knees on the cushion. She arched her back downward so that her upper body rested on folded arms, her hands clutching the edge of a cushion, her breasts buried beneath her. The curve of her back was a ski slope from her hips to her shoulders. She turned her head to us, still looking at us through a curtain of her tangled hair. Chris entered her from behind and pushed into her with long strokes. He kept an even tempo at first, but it became ragged, with occasional quick pumps followed by a long withdrawal. Finally, he pulled out. Liz turned quickly, just in time to catch the first jet of come off her cheek. She caught the second and third on her tongue, then teased the rest into her mouth with her hand. When he was fully drained, Chris stretched, and then laid himself across Liz's lap. She wiped the come off her cheek and chin with a finger and drew it into her mouth, swallowing daintily.

"Holy. Fuck," I said.

"See," Liz said, "better than porn. You okay, Julian?"

Julian was staring at the ceiling, the hard-on in his pants visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. "Give me a sec, okay?" he pleaded. It was clear that any more stimulation—as little as a hand on his arm—would have sent him over the edge and ruined his pants, so I shut up. We all took deep breaths, coming down from that electric high.

Chris got up and returned, in a pair of hospital scrubs (borrowed, he said) with a towel for Liz. "Well," I announced, "that was lovely. And intense. And thrilling. But now I need to get this man home"—gesturing to Julian—"literally right now. I think you can guess why."

"I think I can," Liz said, clutching the towel to her chest. "Let me know how it goes."

Julian and I practically ran back to our house. We were at it by the time the front door closed. I let him cover me in come that night.

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Liz and I quickly became friends that week. In many ways, the friendship was ordinary. We talked about the same things that I talked about with my friends from Chicago and we did the same things—shopping, lunch, coffee, hiking, yoga classes. But there was something different as well. Every second I was with Liz, there was a looming feeling of anticipation, like I was expecting something completely thrilling to happen at any moment and couldn't wait. The feeling floated distractingly along in the background, then unexpectedly burst into the foreground at odd moments. Liz and I were doing hot yoga one morning. I saw her taut shoulders and high, shapely ass, then looked around at a room full of sweaty women, each toned, in sports bras or form-fitting tank-tops and barely-there booty shorts, and the sense of sex in the room was intoxicating. My imagination ran wild, and I became wet, something I luckily could pass off as just sweat. Liz was wrong. True, watching her with Chris wasn't like having sex with a stranger, but it wasn't like porn, either. It was immersive, and stuck with me the way that porn never did.

Liz and I went for a hike late that first week, and I lingered at her house, drinking coffee and chatting. We could have been sorority sisters, both of us in form-fitting athletic clothes and running sneakers, even matching pony-tails, hers black; mine red-blonde. I was keenly aware of the occasional sounds that reminded me that Chris was around in the house, working in the home-office. I hadn't seen much of him since the previous Sunday, and I certainly hadn't seen him together with Liz (meaning together together), so I felt him almost as a gravity at the back of the house.

Liz and I were interrupted by a knock at the door. When she opened it, the neighbor from across the street, Abby, rushed past her. She saw me and stopped short. "Come in, come in, she won't bite," Liz reassured her.

Abby sat with us at the kitchen counter. She wore tiny white shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt, a v-neck dropping steeply to her sternum. Her hair was pulled back in a hasty-looking braid. She was the picture of all-American girl-next-doorhood, rosy cheeks and rosy nose over an athlete's body. She leaned on her forearms on the counter, pushing her breasts up.

"Matt still away on business?" Liz asked.

"You know he is," Abby said. "That's why I'm here. I needed a little hand with something."

"Anything I can do?" Liz asked, smirking.

"No, you've got company."

"Well, Chris is in the back," Liz said. "I'm sure he'd be glad to help."

"Great," Abby replied, "I'll just take him back to my house and ..."

Liz laid her hand on Abby's arm. "I'm sure Chris could handle it here."

Abby looked at me for a second, unsure, then back to Liz. "Thanks, pal," she said, sliding off her stool and heading down the hallway.

Liz watched after her until we heard the door click shut, then turned to me. "I told you about how there was a little group where we were extra-close, remember? Well, Abby and Matt are part of that."

"I figured," I said.

"I told her about you," Liz said. "About the other night. I guess Abby figured that if you know about Chris and me, there's no harm in knowing about her. Anyway, we were talking about something else."

I couldn't for the life of me remember what we were talking about. I was thinking only of Chris and Abby. I faked my way through the conversation for a while, with nods and non-committal "mm-hmms," until Liz put a stop to it.

"You're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

"That obvious?"

"Look," Liz said, "I know this is all a lot for you to take in, and you have that curiosity I saw last week. I'm going to go back and join them. You can let yourself out, or you can stay if you'd like." She stood up and quickly threw off her clothes, matter-of-factly this time, instead of seductively, like last time. In the light, I could see how beautiful her body was, naturally olive-skinned, with an outdoorsy glow and no tan lines. I watched her tiny body retreat down the hallway. Unlike Abby, she left the doors open. She gave me a parting look over her shoulder.

I looked at the front door, then back at the hallway, for a long time. But my choice was never in doubt.

As I walked down the hallway, I had that horror-movie sensation, the walls pounding with my heartbeat, the end of the hall telescoping further away. My knees were wobbly, my head light as I climbed the stairs. The sounds were coming from the bedroom on the right.

Liz's bedroom was bathed in light. There were large windows on two sides - some facing the back yard, and some facing the house right next door, Chloe and Jack's house. Chris was on his back on the bed, his hips at the edge, his feet on the floor. Liz was on her knees, her cunt in Chris's face, bracing herself on her locked elbows, breathing in shudders. Abby straddled Chris's hips, her legs in a wide stance. She was doing the work, rolling her hips forward and back. I could see the base of Chris's shaft splitting her cunt. Abby rubbed her clit with one hand as she rocked. She grunted as Liz moaned.

I watched for several minutes before Abby noticed me there. "Join us?" she called to me. I started to say no, but my throat was dry, so I just shook my head.

Liz reached an audible climax and rolled onto her back. She took a few deep breaths, then slid off the bed to kneel in front of Abby and Chris, shooting me a nod along the way. She began licking both Chris's shaft and Abby's clit, until Abby also had a squealing orgasm. Chris soon began to make moaning noises, pulling out of Abby just before he shot a jet of come up her belly. Some caught the underside of her breasts and began dripping down. Liz sucked the tip of Chris's cock clean, then licked the rest off of Abby's belly. Abby fell backward onto Chris's chest, craning her neck backward to give him a kiss in the vicinity of his cheek. "Thanks," she said, "I needed that. Mind if I use your shower?"

"I'll come too," Liz said. I raised an eyebrow. "Annemarie," she said, "sometimes a shower is just a shower."

I said I'd let myself out.

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I don't know why, but I didn't tell Julian about that afternoon. I went about ordinary day-to-day activities with Liz, occasionally joined by one or another of her friends, sometimes including Abby, but also including friends who, to this day, I assume had no inkling of what went on behind Liz's front door. But in the succeeding weeks, between those normal activities, I also stuck around to watch more couplings at Liz's house. After the first, in which both Abby and her husband, Matt, appeared at Liz's door, Liz pressed a key into my palm. "We like it when you watch," she said. "Let yourself in any time."

At first, I would hover in the doorway, unable to shake the feeling that I was spying. But all of the participants—Abby more than the others, but everybody at least a bit—encouraged me in. So eventually, I would find a comfortable place to sit nearby, almost as if I were watching on television. I would get lost in the excitement, imagining myself a part of it. More than once I caught myself rubbing my crotch through my pants or skirt, feeling the damp warmth before pulling myself away.

One time, Abby caught me squirming. Usually, they didn't say anything to me, but they liked to watch me watching them. On this particular occasion, Abby had rolled away from Matt so that Liz could take both Matt and Chris, one behind her, one in her mouth. Abby propped herself on the edge of the bed, watching me, instead of them.

"Why don't you join us?" She asked, leaning forward, her breasts suspended before her. "I know you want to."

"My husband," I said, trailing off.

"He can join us too," Abby said. "I'd love for him to join us."

"He won't, though," I said.

"Well, why don't you ask him? I'll bet he would. Tell him I'd love to fuck him."

I shook my head.

"Annemarie, come here." It was an order, not a request. Liz patted the bed between her and Liz. "Sit," she said, and I did. I had had my hand down my pants, watching the writhing bodies. I was stuck in a dream-like state, and it felt better to yield all judgment to someone else. So I sat. The bed bounced as Matt continued to thrust into Liz from behind. Chris withdrew from Liz's mouth. He was right in front of me. He stood there for a while. I looked up at him, but I could smell him, could smell the sex in the room, could almost feel the heat coming off of his naked body, right in front of me, his stiff erection pointing straight at me.

Abby laced her fingers into mine and guided our hands up Chris's thigh. My palm rubbed against the grain of the short hairs on the front of his leg, up toward his hip. Abby guided my hand inward, until my thumb was at the base of Chris's stiff shaft, right where it met his balls. Against my better judgment, I made small circles with my thumb on the soft skin there. Slowly, my fingers closed around Chris's cock. My palm rested on top. I began to stroke it slowly. Chris leaned into me with his hips. His tip brushed the hollow at the base of my neck. I looked up at him, and he down at me. I kept stroking him.

"Annemarie," Abby said softly. "Call your husband."

My hands were shaking so much, out of excitement and nervousness, that I punched the wrong numbers twice. I heard the ring on my phone and couldn't tell if I heard or imagined Julian's ring tone coming faintly through the window, as close as our house was.

"Annemarie? Where are you?"

"I'm at Liz's. Can you come quick?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. But come quick, okay?"

The bell rang a few moments later, or maybe longer, I couldn't tell. I had gone back to stroking Chris slowly, and he swayed gently on his feet as I did. Abby got up to answer the door. Absurdly, I thought, she grabbed a flower out of a vase near the bedroom door and tucked it over an ear before she left. It was the only thing she was wearing.

"What—" I heard Julian say, but Abby just said to follow her. She led him into the bedroom by his hand. I closed my eyes and imagined Julian following her, staring at the dimples in her back, just above her tan ass, the flower sticking out from her swaying blonde hair.

"Sit down," she instructed as she led Julian into the room, gesturing at the chair where I had been sitting just minutes before. Julian sat, exhaling deeply.

I didn't say anything. I just looked Julian in the eyes, still massaging Chris's penis into my neck. Julian returned my stare. I hunted for recrimination, for anger, but found none. He sank backward into the chair. Abby sat across his lap, her legs crossed chastely. She draped an arm around his neck and joined him in watching me.

I waited for him to ask me what I was doing, to tell me to stop, but he didn't. He just looked me in the eye, a blank look, waiting back.

I kissed the tip of Chris's penis. It was a little wet, but otherwise a chaste kiss, as kisses on penises go. I just wanted to see if Julian would react. He didn't.

I put my tongue out, licked the tip, flicked the soft skin just underneath the purple head. It tasted like pussy. Still nothing from Julian.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Liz had rolled over on her back. Matt had pulled out of her and was coming in her mouth. Julian was watching me, though.

I turned Chris's shaft sideways and ran my mouth across it, my tongue lolling out across my lips as I did. Julian barely blinked.

I turned it back toward me and took it into my mouth about halfway, sliding it in and out. Julian sighed and melted deeper into the chair, but it didn't appear to be out of disappointment or frustration. It was excitement, I thought, curiousity.

I cupped Chris's balls with one hand and pulled his rear end to me with the other, taking him all the way into my throat. He moaned. "Let's get these off you," Liz whispered into my ear, reaching from behind me to unbutton my blouse. I could smell come on her, though whether it was on her breath or on her chin, I didn't know. I put my arms behind me to let her pull my blouse off, but kept Chris in my mouth. Matt kneeled in front of me. I lifted my hips for him to pull my pants down, but he left my lacy panties on. Liz unclasped my bra. I sucked Chris harder.

Liz was tapping away at her phone. "Calling in reinforcements," she said. Abby had shifted so that she was now straddling Julian. She undid his belt and the button of his pants. He unzipped and pushed his pants to mid-thigh. Abby began to roll her hips, the shaft of Julian's engorged cock splitting her pussy lips.

Chloe and Jack—the neighbors from the other side of Liz and Chris's house—quietly entered the room, summoned by Liz's text. Chloe stripped quickly and sat next to Liz and Matt, whispering to them. Jack stood next to Chris, before me. I looked up at him, Chris still filling my mouth, and nodded. Jack took out his prick, already half-erect. I took it in my hand and began stroking it, alternating my mouth now between the two cocks. I didn't even know this man. I had spoken to him only to introduce myself. But now I was sucking him in front of his naked wife.

I looked over at my husband. Abby had pushed Julian's cock inside her. She was leaning back against him, one arm still around his neck, slowly raising and lowering her hips. His lips parted with a quiet sigh, but he kept his eyes open, still watching me.

Chris turned and laid backward on the bed, his pole pointed straight at the ceiling. I shifted over, pulling my panties aside, and took him deep inside me. I felt full to bursting, and not just from his size. I was fucking him. My husband watched. The two things were not separate. Julian watching, and enjoying, was part of the deed. I thought, fucking someone was a different act entirely than fucking someone else for my husband, odd as it seemed. Getting fucked by Chris with Julian's approval was as different from fucking Julian as kissing Julian was from blowing him. The realization that I was doing something new, that I had never done before and never really understood I could do multiplied the sensation tenfold. As I watched Julian's cock disappearing into Abby's lithe, athletic body while Chris filled me up from beneath and Jack's tip tickled the back of my throat, a sudden orgasm rolled through me.

Chris quickly pulled out of me and, with a hand on my shoulder, urged me to turn around. I was reluctant to turn away from Julian, but with Jack's hand on my hips, and then his prick sliding deeply into my cunt, I acceded. I took Chris back into my mouth, the taste of my own pussy all over him. I slid a finger behind him, tickling his ass, while I deep-throated him, trying to tease his come forward with flicks of my tongue inside my mouth. His orgasm came crashing out while he was all the way in my mouth, filling the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could. Chris pulled out, shooting two or three more strings of come into my mouth and onto my chin. I leaned forward onto my breasts, twisting my head around to watch Abby still bouncing on Jack.

Matt came soon, a long, electric tingling feeling, deep inside me. He kept thrusting until he was spent, the tingling getting shorter each time. When he pulled out, his come ran down my leg.

I turned around on the bed and laid on my stomach, my ankles crossed in the air, the sticky come drying on my leg. Liz sat beside me and rubbed my back. The bed still bounced as Chloe sucked Matt back to life, but I was watching Julian. His fingers rubbed Abby's clit frantically. She trembled and squealed in orgasm, and he followed, grunting, a moment later. The vein at the base of his cock pulsed visibly, then faded. He pulled out, his slackening member covered in a froth of white juices.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of Chloe loudly sucking Matt to his second orgasm. Liz kissed me full on the mouth. I could taste the come on her, and I imagined she could taste it on mine. She licked my teeth with her tongue, then sat back on her elbows.

"I knew you guys had it in you," she said, stretching a foot out to Julian's knee. "You're going to love living in this neighborhood."