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“So, honey,” Cheryl smiled at me uncertainly. “What do you think?”

There was a loaded question.

Cheryl and I had been married for the last 5 years. We were neither of us virgins when we met. I had been working in an electronics store doing board-level repair, and she was working down the street as a secretary in a furniture business. We met at the coffee cart on the street on the way to work.

We had started simply by meeting at the cart, and chatting as we were waiting for our coffees. She had to get coffee for her bosses, and I usually picked it up for myself and the three other techs that worked with me, since the cart was on my way to work. Usefully, I had a small one-bed apartment about 5 blocks from the store I worked in, so I walked to work.

I would like to say that she was superstar beautiful, with a model physique but that would be a lie. She was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was about 5ft 6 tall and slim with small breasts and a tight little butt. It was not her looks that initially attracted me to her but her sense of humour. She always had a ready answer to the pickup lines she encountered while waiting for coffee. I often winced at some of the burns she inflicted when an ill-advised pick-up line came her way.

After about a month of these chance meetings, I decided to see if I could succeed where others had failed. I braced myself for her wrath and asked her if she fancied a date. I was pleasantly surprised not only not to be roasted but that she accepted.

A year later we were married in a small ceremony.

I described Cheryl but not me. Well – here’s me. My name is Alan Griffin and at the time of marriage, I was 26 and had all my own hair and teeth. I was about 5ft 10 in height and in reasonably good shape. I ran a couple of miles each morning and worked out in the gym once a week.

After we married, the owner of the business I was working in wanted to retire, and following some lengthy discussions with Cheryl and my boss, I decided that I would take out a business loan and take over the business. We had three years of stress where I was working 100+ hours a week to make enough money to both pay off the business loan and pay our living expenses. We had come out the other side stronger and happier for it. Cheryl had left her job at the furniture store and was now working full-time in my business doing clerical work and such as the billing and accounts. I still employed the three other techs that had worked with me initially, but had expanded our workforce with another two technicians and the business was doing well.

Looking back, I almost regret that we did so well. We may not have been in the position we were now; had we not had the money to buy the house, we had moved into eight months ago, in a small four property gated community about an hour’s drive from my shop.

At the time though, I couldn’t think of anything that would have made my life more perfect. I was married to the love of my life, my soulmate, the future mother of my children, and the most perfect woman I could have ever imagined. My sex life was fantastic. Cheryl was probably not the most adventurous in the bedroom but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm and frequency. She was not a huge fan of blowjobs but loved me to go down on her. Anal, however, was out. She had tried it once with one of her previous boyfriends and had instantly concluded that that particular route was an exit only. My business was thriving, and I was even considering employing another tech, we were starting to amass savings and we had moved into a beautiful four-bedroom property with a huge garden and pool. I was living the dream.

We were due to move into our new property on a Saturday morning, and so the previous Saturday, I visited the three other properties in the community to introduce myself and to warn them that we would be moving in the following week. I apologized for any noise or disruption our move would cause them. Cheryl declined to accompany me, choosing instead to go shopping for last-minute items we would need for the new house.

At the first house, I met Bob and Sheila Strickland. Bob was a quantity surveyor with the county and Sheila was a stay-at-home Mom. They were older than us, probably in their mid-forties. Bob was short, about 5ft 5, and stocky but not fat. He told me that he ran and when I said that I also did a couple of miles each morning said he would be happy to show me his morning route, which was longer than mine, but I could adapt if I didn’t want to run that far. Sheila was taller than Bob and much more Rubenesque in stature. She had large breasts which defied gravity and didn’t seem to move when she did. She had a little bit of a paunch and muffin top but wide hips and a round and firm rear that I am sure many men would have been happy to lose themselves in. They had twin girls Jessica and Sophie who were 10 years old with red hair and freckles. Since neither of the parents was a redhead, I did wonder at their coloration, but it was none of my business.

Bob and Sheila were happy to meet me and said that the disruption would be no problem.

Dave and Tracey Heron were in the house next door to us, and they were delighted to see that we were moving in. They told me they had moved in about 18 months previously and found a real community spirit in their neighbors. Like us, they were in their early thirties. Dave was a large man, easily 6ft 4 tall, and built like a barn. He was in construction and owned his own business. Tracey worked in a local car dealership as a finance officer. She was also tall, topping me by at least an inch, and had mid-brown shoulder-length hair. She had a runner’s physique with small breasts and hips and since she was wearing lycra shorts and a cut-off top, I could easily see that she had not an ounce of extra fat on her. Dave told me that he had done some work on my house for the previous occupants, had built the deck, and done various odd jobs and would be happy to give me preferential rates on any work I needed. In return, I offered to do any electronic repairs he might need again at discounted rates.

I was less enamored with our final nneighbor who lived in the largest house on the street, at the end of the cul-de-sac.

He introduced himself as Jeremy. He was around the same height as me and I guessed his age to be in the mid to late fifties. He had grey hair with some residual streaks of red and he told me that he was a tax accountant. I had a strong desire to wash my hands after we shook. His wife, however, was a very pleasant lady. Beth seemed younger and I immediately thought of her as a trophy wife. She was probably 10 years Jeremy’s junior. She looked to be the product of a lot of spa days, tanning salons, gym work, and probably a little plastic surgery. She was just over 5ft tall but had larger breasts which had to be false as they looked kind of out of place on her otherwise petite frame. Her most outstanding feature however was her eyes which were a very light but intense blue color which I suspected might be contacts. She had a warm smile though and held my hand in both of hers as she welcomed me. “Jeremy and I are the longest-standing residents.” She told me “We moved in as they built this community and before the rest of the houses were built.”

“We are very close with Dave, Tracy, Bob, Sheila, and the girls.” she continued “We almost consider them family. I’m hoping that we can be friends too.”

“What about the people that had the house before us?” I asked. “I never got to meet them. What were they like?”

“Gerald and Stephanie.” Interjected Jeremy “They were good people. Gerald was in the forces and spent most of the time they lived here on deployment. Poor Stephanie was all alone for pretty much all the time they had in the house. Sadly, as sometimes happens, their marriage didn’t survive the separation. I heard that she had an affair with someone she worked with. They sold the house when they divorced.”

The move-in was uneventful and each of our new neighbors came over to introduce themselves to Cheryl and bring us something. Between them, they had cooked up a meal. Dave had smoked brisket and Sheila had put together a salad to go with it. Beth brought dessert. I kind of felt obliged to ask them to stay and eat with us but they each declined, saying that we were too busy to entertain, and they just wanted to give us some time to settle in.

The next day there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find the twins grinning up at me.

“Hello, Mr. Griffin,” they said in unison.

“Morning ladies,” I replied, “What can I do you for?”

“We were hoping that we would be able to use your pool,” Jessica said.

“What now?” I asked a little surprised

“The lady that was here before kind of let us use the pool whenever we wanted. We were hoping we could carry on like that. We don’t have a pool and we love to swim.”

I looked around at Cheryl who had followed me to see who was at the door.

“I’m kind of not comfortable with you being here without one of your parents,” I said, “Can you maybe ask your mom or Dad to come over and talk to me about it?”

They looked disappointed but quickly ran off in the direction of their own house.

About 10 minutes later they returned with not one but both of their parents in tow.

“Hi, Alan,” Bob said. “I told the girls to at least give you time to move in, but you know what kids are like.”

“Not yet,” I laughed “But maybe one day.” I looked across at Cheryl and she smiled at me.

“So,” I continued, “the girls tell me that they had an arrangement with the previous owners to use the pool?”

“Yes,” said Sheila “Stephanie loved the girls and let them use the pool any time they wanted.”

“Well in theory I don’t see a problem but there are some practical issues that I would like to resolve first,” I said.

“Such as,” said Bob.

“Well to be honest guys. I’m not comfortable with the idea of them using the pool unless one of you accompanies them. There are a couple of reasons for this. Firstly, we are not going to be here all the time, and the thought that they may get into trouble in the pool with nobody to help around bothers me. Also, and to be frank, you don’t know me from Adam, are you really happy to entrust your young girls to someone you only met a week ago? I could be an axe murderer for all you know!!”

Bob laughed.

“I doubt it. Jeremy does a pretty thorough background check on people who are looking to buy in the close. If you had anything on your record to worry about your offer on the house would have been declined.”

I frowned a little at that.

“But I take your point about the safety issue. How about this? Would you be happy for the girls to use your pool if Sheila is with them? We’ll even keep your outside fridge stocked up with drinks and snacks for everyone’s use.”

The twins looked at me hopefully.

I looked across at Cheryl and raised my eyebrow and she shrugged.

And so, it became a thing.

Since I was looking to hire a new tech and didn’t yet want to move to bigger premises, we decided we could convert one of our bedrooms into an office and Cheryl could work from home. Her desk at the office was converted to a new workstation. I also created a workstation in the garage so I could tinker with stuff and do odd repairs without having to go to the office.

For the next three months, I would often come home to find Cheryl and Sheila sitting on the deck chatting and the twins in the pool. We became friends with the other residents of the close and a couple of times a month we alternated visiting each other houses. I still found Jeremy to be a bit creepy but just put it down to him being a different generation. For the first few visits, I watched his interactions with Cheryl and the other wives (and to be honest the twins) but saw nothing alarming. The twins seemed fearless around all the adults, almost treating them all as surrogate parents, and while Jeremy was not averse to PDAs with his wife, Beth, he never even seemed to glance at the other wives.

I guess the first indication that there was something strange going on was one Saturday night. We had all been across at Bob and Sheila’s, had a barbecue and a few beers, and had a nice evening. Cheryl had been particularly affectionate all evening and we had ended the night with her sitting in my lap. She had been surreptitiously grinding her ass into me for the last hour and so I had had to try and hide my arousal when it was time to come home.

“What’s got into you?” I asked her, laughing, as we reached our front door.

“Nothing yet,” she replied silkily “But we are about to change that.” And before I could even get the door open she dropped to her knees, right there on the porch, and fished my still hard cock out of my pants and sucked it into her mouth.

I froze. A mixture of shock, fear, embarrassment, and pleasure rooted me to the spot.

Looking around I saw Dave and Tracey making their way home. Dave didn’t look around but I saw Tracey turn her head and grin. She offered me a small wink

“Cheryl! What the hell??” I exclaimed. “They can see us”

I opened the door and pulled her to her feet hustling her inside.

She grinned at me unrepentant, grabbed my now aching dick, and pulled me into the bedroom.

Dropping to her knees again she took me into her mouth, licking and sucking me until I didn’t know the day of the week. She seemed to be able to sense my impending release and stopped short. She then started to remove her clothes before going back down on me again.

She did this several times, stopping short, removing some clothes, first hers and then mine, and then going back. Eventually, we were both naked and she was bobbing her head up and down on my cock as she had never done before.

“I’m gonna..” I said and she stopped bobbing with just the head of my cock in her mouth and looked up at me, holding eye contact as she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her head, almost forcing me to hold her head in position as I emptied my soul into her mouth. She never faltered, keeping up the swirling action with her tongue and not losing a drop of my offering.

Finally, my orgasm subsided and I heard a large gulp as she swallowed it all down. Something she had never done before.

“Wow!” I said, “Where did that come from?”

“We’ve been really busy since we moved in,” she said. “You realize it’s a week since we had sex?”

It was true. What with the business and getting the house set up we had both been too tied up with the day-to-day and our sex life had suffered. Our last time had been a Saturday morning quickie the previous week. Even that had been curtailed as we had heard the twins jumping into the pool and didn’t want them to hear us having sex. We had gone out to find Sheila and Bob on our deck and the girls playing in the pool.

“Well, that was amazing!” I said “Now get your ass on that bed, I think I have some making-up to do”

She lay back on the bed and I straddled her, my face above hers and my still hard cock resting on her mons.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could still taste some of me on her tongue but that had never been an issue for me, and I returned the kiss eagerly, before moving down to kiss and nip at her neck. I licked and nibbled at her neck for a while, all the time gently running my fingers over her breasts, avoiding the nipples which were now flushed and standing up eagerly. Slowly I moved down her body kissing and nipping gently until I captured her nipple in my mouth, and she gasped. I licked and chewed lightly at one nipple while gently pinching and rolling the other. She was bucking her hips against my thigh now and already I could feel the wetness as she rubbed up against me. Still teasing her nipple with my teeth, I stroked down her belly towards her pussy. I felt the fuzz but just as my hand was about to come into contact with her mound, I skipped over it and began to stroke her inner thigh.

“Bastard!” she complained “Stop teasing me!”

I moved down her body, licking and kissing her belly pausing briefly to run my tongue around her belly button, before parting her thighs and settling between them bringing me within reach of her now dripping pussy.

I kissed the inside of her thigh and ran my tongue up it until I almost hit her labia and then backed off, doing the same on the other side.

“Please!” She whispered.

Gently I parted her lower lips with my fingers exposing her beautiful entrance.

I ran my tongue all the way up from her tight little rosebud across one labia but stopped short of her clit. She cooed, I repeated the process on the other side and began to alternate, licking up and down, now and then I would circle her opening with the tip of my tongue but not yet touching her clit. Her hips began to move of their own accord and I could feel she was heating up. I reached up and began teasing her nipples with my fingers while continuing the assault on her pussy and she started to pant. Thrusting hard at my face. Eventually, as I knew she would, she grabbed my head and almost violently pulled my face into her. It was then that I took her clit into my mouth and began to toy with it, circling it with the tip of my tongue, running the rough flat of my tongue over it, and then sucking it with my lips and occasionally even a gentle tease with my teeth. She didn’t last long. With a final buck and a scream, I am sure that the whole close heard she came, her juices squirting across my chin and chest. She had clamped her thighs closed and was holding my head almost trying to push my face inside her while she rode out her orgasm. I was starting to see black dots in front of my eyes before she finally relaxed and released me.

I looked up at her from my position between her legs. I blew on her clit and she shuddered with an aftershock. She looked down at me and I smiled up at her.

“Come up here and fuck me.” she demanded.

Climbing back up her body, I paused once again to lick and nip at her nipples and she once again twitched in aftershock before pulling me up into another deep kiss. This time I guess she was tasting herself in the kiss, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I felt her wrap her legs around me and without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled me into her.

The heat was incredible. She was so wet that I had no trouble entering her. I was not huge, I was almost the definition of average. About 6” long but I fit her perfectly. She began to grind into me still holding me in the kiss and I reciprocated, starting gently to move in and out in long smooth strokes. As we continued to kiss she started thrusting back up at me, encouraging me to move more. She broke the kiss for an instant.

“Faster!” she begged, “Fuck Me!”

I obliged and began to move faster, pushing right into her before pulling back until I was only about an inch inside her, before pushing right back in. Each time I pushed in I could feel her wetness squirting out around me. I increased my speed until I was pounding at her with everything I had. She had thrown her head back and was making incoherent sounds, her eyes scrunched closed.

“Yes!” she exclaimed “Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME YES!!!!” her legs which were now wrapped around me clamped against me and I was suddenly unable to move as she wrapped her arms and legs around me clinging to me with everything she had. I felt stinging on my back as her nails dug into me and then her pussy began to spasm. It was a sensation almost like when she had sucked me off earlier. I stood no chance, and I came, emptying myself into her as she clung to me until I was completely drained.

We lay like that for a few minutes, each of us twitching occasionally with aftershocks that would set the other off before we separated. I was going to go get a towel for her but she held onto me, pushing me down onto my side before twisting around until I was spooning her, Her ass nestling into my groin and my arms around her.

“That was amazing. “I said, “I love you.”

She snuggled in “I love you too.”

I was beginning to doze when

“Alan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Who would you say is sexier Tracy or Sheila?”

My eyes snapped open. This seemed to be dangerous ground.

“Neither.” I said, “The only sexy one in this close is you.”

“Bullshit.” She laughed “come on. Which one? Or do you prefer Beth?”

“I haven’t even considered it,” I said “why would I when I have you? You are everything I want and need.”

“So, you’re telling me that when Sheila and the girls are over, and she is sat on the deck in her bikini you haven’t even thought about…”

“NO! I haven’t” I said a little more forcefully than I intended “Why would you ask such a thing?”

“It’s perfectly natural to look,” she said, “Healthy even.”

“OK then,” I said becoming a little more annoyed Whom would you say is sexier Bob or Dave?” I paused “Or Jeremy?”

She must have sensed my annoyance because she turned over to face me.

“Hey, it was just an idle question.” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently. “It was just idle curiosity is all. I guess I wanted some reassurance you still found me attractive.”

“Of course I do.” I reassured her “You are the most beautiful woman I know. You are my love, my life, and the mother of my future children.”

She tucked her head under my chin and snuggled in. Then giggled “Eww! Wet spot”

I laughed and went to get a towel.

Cheryl fell asleep quickly, her breathing slow and regular. It took me a little longer to doze off, my mind replaying the conversation a slight feeling of unease nagging at me.

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The next neighbourly get-together we had I was a little embarrassed when I caught Tracey’s eye.

“So did you have a good time last Saturday?” she asked coming over to me.

I grinned sheepishly “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what got into Cheryl.”

“I saw what got into Cheryl,” she said with a laugh “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t offended. I have to say it kind of got my motor running too. Dave got lucky that night as well.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” I said.

“Shame.” she replied, “I kind of enjoyed it. It looked like you were enjoying it too.”

I was rescued at this point by Cheryl who came over to talk to Tracey about something. I moved away.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened over the next couple of weeks. I went to work. Cheryl worked from home. I often came home to find the twins in the pool and Sheila and Cheryl on the deck with a glass of wine chatting amicably.

We had deliberately started to put time aside for ourselves. Since our amazing night of sex, we had decided that we would have at least one date night per week during the week, and make time for each other at the weekend also so we were having sex two to three times per week and each time the sex was better.

The next red flag was on a date night about a month later.

Once again, we had, I thought, an amazing night. We had just about fucked and sucked each other into oblivion, this time we hadn’t even reached the bedroom and were cuddled up together on the sofa in the living room.

Once again I was just starting to doze, and considering whether we should move into the bedroom when.

“Alan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is there anything you would like to try,” she asked.

“I’ve always fancied having a shot at skydiving,” I said deliberately misunderstanding. I remembered our conversation from that first night and was instantly wary.

“No Silly.” she said, “In the bedroom.”

“Oh,” I said, “well perhaps we could get a bigger TV, and maybe a games console for in there.”

She sat up, pouting at me.

“You know what I mean,” she said, “I mean in bed!”

I sighed

“Not really,” I said “I cannot think of anything we haven’t already done that I would like to try. I have had my fingers and tongue just about everywhere on your body, and we have had sex in positions and places in the house we never did before. Our sex life is awesome and I’m happy with it.”

She looked at me.

“What makes you ask?” I asked with some trepidation.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said “You read all kinds of stories about things like roleplaying stuff, and I just want to make sure that you are not missing out on anything you may want to do. I want you to be satisfied with me. Sheila says that keeping it interesting in the bedroom is the recipe for a happy marriage.”

“Sheila says?” I asked.

“Yes,” she continued. Not seeming to pick up on my change of mood.

“She says that doing the same stuff, as we do, eventually will mean we will stagnate and that is when we start to grow apart.”

“And when did she say all this?” I asked, my voice becoming a little colder.

“Oh, you know when we were talking, when the girls were over, using the pool.”

I sat up.

“And you are discussing our sex life with Sheila?” I asked.

“What? No, well not really, only sort of.”

“Why would you even do that?” I asked becoming more annoyed.

“She’s a friend.” She said, “and I’m at home alone all day and it’s good to have someone to talk to.”

“You are supposed to be working, not sitting with Sheila discussing our private life,” I said.

“I do work,” she pouted “but I am allowed to have breaks am I not? Boss?” She was starting to become annoyed too.

“Yes, “I said, “you are allowed breaks. But there are some topics of conversation that need to be kept private. And our sex life is one of those. I’m not comfortable with you sharing my personal information with people outside our marriage. Does Sheila tell you about their sex life?”

“We talk about all kinds of things.” she hedged.

“So not only are you sharing our personal information with an outsider, but you are also doing so around two underaged girls. This is not right” I wasn’t exactly shouting but it was getting close.

She recoiled a little from me.

“Why are you getting angry with me?” she asked, a catch in her voice.

“Because you are sharing things about our private life with people outside our marriage, someone, I may add that you barely know. How would you feel if I went to work and started discussing what we did in the bedroom with the girl at the coffee stand or one of the customers when they come in?”

“That’s completely different. Sheila says…”

“FUCK SHEILA!!“I yelled “I don’t want to hear about Sheila. This Is about you and me.”

Cheryl burst into tears and ran from the room. I heard the bedroom door slam.

I sighed heavily.

I needed Cheryl to take a break from Sheila. I was becoming more and more concerned with the influence the older woman was having on my wife.

I decided I needed to find out what the hell was going on. What exactly was being said? I also decided to try and track down the previous owners of our house and see if they would be willing to speak to me about what had happened to them.

I went into the workshop and got a few tools, before going into the office.

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“Why didn’t you come to bed?”

I woke to find Cheryl standing over me. I realized it was light and looked at my watch. It was just after seven. I would normally be getting up just about now.

“I guess I fell asleep on the couch,” I said.

She looked at me warily.

“Are you still mad at me?” she asked in a small voice.

“I’m still not happy that you have been discussing intimate details about our private life with someone outside our marriage,” I said “But I’m not mad at you. I love our life just now. I love our sex life and what we do together. I don’t see the need for others to be inserting themselves into our lives like she seems to be trying to do.”

“She just wants us to be happy,” she said “Sheila says that…”

“Sheila says far too much about stuff she has no business involving herself in. Are you unhappy with what we have together? Did we not have the most amazing night last night?”

“Up until the point that you got angry with me.” She answered.

“And I got angry when you started talking about Sheila and her opinion of our marriage. Had we not had that conversation we would have gone to bed content and spent the night in each other’s arms.”

She looked at her feet.

“Now I need to get ready for work.” I got up and went into the bathroom.

After breakfast I prepared to leave for work, Cheryl went into the office.

I heard her say in a very sarcastic voice.

“Oh, What a surprise. There is no internet connection.”

I grimaced. Perhaps it was a bit obvious, but I just had to go with it now. I had damaged the router and would have to repair it so I couldn’t just go in and make it work again. I Played dumb.

“What do you mean there is no internet connection? It was working fine yesterday.”

“Yes, it was!” she replied acidly “And yet here we are with no internet connection.”

“Have you tried resetting the router?” I asked.

“The router is not on,” she said.

“Then turn it on.”

I walked into her office and looked at the router.

“Oh.” I said “It’s gone down. I’ll take it with me and look at it at work.”

“Such a shame.” She said. “Now I can’t work.” she didn’t look happy with me.

“I guess you will have to work from the office until I can get it fixed. I should be able to do it today unless I need to order a specific chip for it.”

“Actually,” she said “I’m not feeling very well today. I think I’ll take the day off.”

“Seriously?” I said, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m feeling nauseated. The smell of bullshit is making me want to hurl.”

I looked at her for a long moment, picked up the router, and left for the office.

It took me less than 15 minutes to fix the router once I got to work so I decided to take it back home. Since I wasn’t planning to stay for long, I didn’t even bother parking in the garage. I entered the house through the front door. I could hear voices from the living room, and I stopped to listen for a moment.

“You’re pushing too hard.” I recognized Sheila’s voice.

“He’s just so stubborn,” I heard Cheryl reply “If he would only realize that…”

“You can’t force these things. It takes time and persuasion.”

“But you said that if I…”

“I know kitten,” Sheila said

“Kitten?” I thought “What the fuck??”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I started to record the conversation.

“Look. Here’s what we’ll do. When Alan comes home, I need you to apologize. Tell him he was right about what he was saying and that you won’t talk to me about your personal life again. Give him this. He’ll calm down.”

“But won’t that mean he won’t want to join?”

“Not at all. Let things lie for a while. Keep giving him awesome sex as we discussed. Did you give him your ass yet?”

My world lurched and I had to steady myself against the wall.

“Not yet. I’ve been practicing with those toys you gave me. I’m up to the second one. I think maybe another week and I should be ready.”

“OK. So, here’s the plan. Let’s give it a month. Fuck his brains out as often as he will let you. We won’t let him see us talking together. I’ll make sure not to be here by the time he gets home. We’ll have a nice get-together next weekend as normal. Maybe Beth or Tracy can do a bit of harmless flirting with him. Get him all worked up for you. By that time, you should be ready to give him your ass.

Then, he should be far more malleable, and then hopefully by the next get-together in a month, we can invite you both to join our club. Perhaps we might even give him a little help to relax that night, maybe help lower his inhibitions. “

“Drug him you mean?” Cheryl sounded alarmed.

“Nothing serious. Just a little something to take the edge off. Just so he can experience the joy without all those stupid hang-ups”

“And if he still says no?” Asked Cheryl “What then”

“Well, that’s up to you Kitten,” said Sheila “You could join on your own. We would be happy to have you. Alan need never know.”

“No,” said Cheryl although she didn’t sound completely convinced. “I couldn’t do that to him. It would kill him if he ever found out.”

“Let’s not worry about that until it happens,” said Sheila. “It will all work out. I promise.”

I took out my phone and sent a text to Cheryl

“Have fixed the router – on my way home – be there in 5 minutes.”

I heard her phone beep.

“Alan’s on his way home,” Cheryl said.

“Probably best if he doesn’t find me here. “Sheila said. “I’ll run out the back and go see Tracy. Remember what I said. Be gentle with him. You can do this.”

I sneaked back out to my car and then used the remote to open the garage door. I drove the car into the garage and entered the house.

Cheryl came to meet me. She looked like she had been crying.

“Alan I’m sorry,” she said as she threw herself into my arms.

I held her close, stroking her head, and wondered exactly what I was going to do. I had so many questions. From that conversation, it didn’t seem like Cheryl had been cheating on me, but it felt like she was being drawn into something that would result in that happening. I needed more information and I needed to get her away from this.

We decided that since I was home, we would have lunch together and Cheryl rustled us up a couple of sandwiches which we took out onto the deck.

After lunch I set up the router, so Cheryl was back online then I went to one of my electronics wholesale suppliers and spent money on some surveillance equipment.

I dropped it off in the workroom in my garage when I got home. Cheryl never went in there and I mixed it in with some other electronics so that even if she did see it, she wouldn’t recognize it for what it was.

Cheryl was waiting for me when I entered the house. She was dressed to kill in a short backless dress that left nothing to the imagination and was painted on. I could see no panty line and was fairly certain she wasn’t wearing underwear. She had made dinner. There was wine and candles on the table and I could smell what I thought was lasagne baking in the oven.

There was no sign of Sheila.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked smiling at her.

“I thought we might have our date night tonight,” she said “Since I managed to screw up the last one.”

“You didn’t screw anything up” I replied “You scared me is all”

“Scared you?” she looked surprised.

I nodded.

“Look,” I said “Let’s eat, and then can we just spend tonight reconnecting? I’d like to just cuddle up and talk to you”

She nodded and moved to serve the meal.

We talked of inconsequential things through dinner and spent a companionable few minutes clearing the dishes and loading the dishwasher.

She poured us both more wine and we went into the living room and settled on the sofa.

For a while we just sat in silence, she was cuddled up to me, her head on my shoulder. It felt good to be close to her again. Then I felt her look up at me. She was about to speak when I asked a question

“When was the last time we made love?”

She looked at me strangely.

“Last night,” she said with a puzzled expression “You were wonderful,” she added with a smile.

“No.” I said gently “Last night we fucked. And I admit it was fantastic. But it was fucking. Recently our sex has been amazing, but we have only been fucking. I don’t remember the last time we actually made love like we used to. I miss making love to you.”

She examined my face.

“I don’t understand,” she said “we have made love loads of times. We have done lots of stuff we never did before and I…”

“That’s my point” I interrupted again speaking quietly. “We seem to be rushing into new things, new ideas, new realms. And don’t get me wrong they are exciting and fun. But it seems to be at the expense of what we had. I am starting to get scared that we are pushing ourselves way out of our, or at least my, comfort zone.”

“I thought you liked what we were doing,” she said. She looked like she was starting to get upset. Her eyes were shining, and I could see the beginnings of tears.

“Oh, I did,” I said “it was fantastic, amazing and you were wonderful. But sometimes I don’t want to be bouncing off the ceiling. I want to just love my wife, the woman I love, the future mother of my children. I want to lie with her in my arms, gazing into her eyes while we are joined together just knowing that I’m loved and safe and with someone whom I can trust to hold my heart in her hand without fear. Knowing that she trusts me, in the same way, to love her and care for her and protect her from everyone and everything.

I looked at her again and saw tears streaming down her face.

“I’m scared, “I said “that in this rush to explore new things, I am going to be left behind. That when you find something new that you want to experience that it will take you away from me. I’m terrified that all these new thoughts and ideas that you are exploring are overwhelming what we had together and that we might not survive. I just don’t want to lose you” I finished. I realized that Cheryl was not the only one with tears.

She reached up and turned my face to hers, lifting her head to kiss me gently.

“You aren’t losing me.” she said gently “I love you more than you could know. I know I have been excited to try new things, and yes, some of those have been because of conversations I have had with..” she paused, apparently no wanting to break the mood by mentioning Sheila’s name” From conversations I have had” she amended “I just wanted to be the best for you.” She went on “The best wife, the best friend, the best lover. I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me by giving you everything I can.”

“You already do,” I replied to her looking into her eyes.

She stood up and held her hand out to me. Taking my hand she led me into the bedroom and gently began removing my clothes. There was no frenetic activity. She didn’t go down on me, just slowly and gently undressed me.

Once I was naked, she removed her dress, I had been right, she was not wearing any underwear.

Once she was naked she climbed onto the bed and then held her arms out to me. I joined her on the bed and she kissed me gently. She continued to kiss me whilst stroking my hair and running her hands gently up and down my back.

“Hold me,” she said and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. By some kind of female black magic, I found that by the time we were wrapped up in each other’s arms, I was also inside her.

She kissed me again and slowly and gently started to move her hips, gazing into my eyes the whole time.

“Please,” she said, “Make love to me.”

It was the closest we had come to making love for a long time. It was slow, it was gentle and we held each other close. Her orgasm when it came was quiet and she just sighed with contentment as it rolled over her. Mine followed shortly after and I held her close as I rode out the spasms.

It was almost making love.

The only thing that spoiled it was that the whole time, I could feel the buttplug she was wearing.

Once we finished, she scooted around until once again we were spooned together. She moved back until her ass was pressed into me again.

“I love you,” she said quietly as she drifted off to sleep.

For an hour I lay awake and then gently disengaged myself from her. I rolled onto my back and waited to see if my movement would wake her.

A few minutes later I got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. She didn’t stir.

Quietly I left the bedroom and spent the next 20 minutes installing the surveillance equipment I had bought. I put cameras in the main room, the kitchen, the office, and out on the deck. I installed a tap on the house phone and taking Cheryl’s phone from the charger in her office installed some spy software that would enable me to get logs of her calls and texts. By the time I was finished the only place without surveillance was the bedroom, but I would get to that in the morning.

Moving back into the bedroom I went into the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and then went back to bed. Cheryl stirred as I got back into bed.

“Where d’you go?” she asked sleepily.

“Bathroom,” I said before settling down to try and sleep.

I installed the camera in the bedroom while Cheryl was in the shower the following morning.

Lady luck smiled upon me later that day.

Shortly after I got home from work there was a knock on our door. Cheryl went to answer it.

“Alan, you have visitors.” I heard her say as she came back into the living room followed by the twins.

“Afternoon ladies.” I said, “What can I do for you?”

“Mummy says that you can fix things,” Jessica said.

“Some things,” I said “it depends on what the problem is. Do you have something you need fixing?”

Sophie held out a games console.

“It stopped working last night. Mummy said that Bob was playing, and it just turned off.”

I had noticed before that the twins always called Sheila Mummy, but I never really heard them speak to Bob. When the whole family was over the girls always went to their mother for things. Bob was virtually ignored by them.

I wondered about this.

I reached for the console.

“I’ll need to look and see if I can fix it. Do you keep it in your room to play?”

“No.” said Jessica “It must stay in the living room. We’re not allowed it in the bedroom.”

“Ok, I said. Can you leave it with me, and I’ll take a look after dinner? Normally these bad boys have a couple of things that go wrong with them. They are either very easy to fix or they can’t be fixed. Let’s hope it’s one of the first kind.”

After dinner, I took the console into my workshop and opened it up to see what the problem was.

Fortunately for the girls, it was fixable, and after about 15 minutes I had it working again.

It took a further 10 minutes to install the voice recorder and test it.

I’d piggybacked it onto the motherboard so it would connect to the internet using the console’s internet connection, so once the console was plugged in again, I would be able to access the listening device, download its saved files, and even listen live.

While I was in the workshop, I thought I would check out the surveillance tapes for the day and see if anything interesting had happened.

There was nothing" of note on the office camera – Cheryl had spent most of the day working as usual.

When I checked the bedroom camera, I did find something interesting.

After I left for work, Cheryl had gone back into the bedroom and got undressed again.

She bent over the side of the bed and reached around behind her. Since the camera was looking from the foot of the bed, I couldn’t see what she was doing. All was revealed when her hand came back into view holding a buttplug. Presumably, she had just removed the one she had been wearing last night.

She took the buttplug into the bathroom and after a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the shower start.

Since she had already had a shower, that surprised me a little but she wasn’t in there very long and she came out shortly after naked and drying her bottom with a towel.

She spread the towel on the bed and then went into her wardrobe, bringing out an old shoebox that she had had forever.

Opening the box she placed the plug inside and took out another one, which looked to be slightly bigger than the first. She next took out a bottle of some sort and a small vibrator which I never knew she owned.

Armed with the plug, bottle, and vibrator, she climbed on the bed and took up position on her hands and knees over the towel. She placed a couple of pillows under her chest to support her.

The bottle, it seemed, was lube. Because she spent a few minutes applying it to the new plug and rubbing it around her ass.

Next, she offered the plug up to her ass and began slowly working it in and out, a tiny bit at a time. I noticed that her other hand was rubbing at her clit as she was doing so.

After about 10 minutes she had the plug about halfway in and she was starting to move her hips in time to her rubbing. She picked up the vibrator and turned it on, and resumed her assault on her ass, this time running the vibrator over her clit as she worked the plug deeper and deeper inside her.

She began to moan as she was working herself up and I could see signs that she was getting close to cumming. The vibrator was jammed hard against her clit and she was furiously pumping the buttplug up her ass, almost to its widest point.

Suddenly she stiffened and shoved hard ramming the plug right up her ass all the way in. She shrieked, I’m not sure whether in pain or pleasure but I noticed that she squirted so I assumed it was pleasure. It appears my wife was now a buttslut. I shook my head sadly.

After a few minutes of recovery, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came back into the bedroom, drying herself after what appeared to be yet another shower, and dressed again. Carefully putting everything away she went into her office, sat down gingerly at her desk, and started work.

I checked the other cameras and the only other one with anything of note on was the deck.

Sheila had come over again today. Judging by the timestamp she arrived at about 4 and only stayed about 20 minutes.

I listened to the conversation.

“So how was last night,” She asked Cheryl.

“It was sad” Cheryl replied, “he says he thinks he’s losing me. He says we don’t make love anymore only fuck.”

Sheila nodded sagely

“Change is always scary. Once he realizes, he’s not losing anything but gaining a whole family it will get better. Dave had similar fears and now look at him. He loves his new life. He services us all and loves every minute of it.”

“Did Bob have the same problems?”

“Bob had a different set of problems. He thought he was an alpha male. It took him a while to submit to Jeremy but now he is very happy.”

“I’m not sure how Alan will feel about that.”

“Baby steps.” Said Sheila “Let’s just get you all on board and we can worry about that later.”

Sheila stood. “Oh, by the way,” she said, “Our games console packed in last night, do you think Alan could take a look at it?”

“I’m sure he would be happy to.”

“Text me when he gets home, and I’ll send the girls over with it.”

Within an hour I went back into the house with the console in hand, fixed and ready to roll.

“Did you manage to fix it?” asked Cheryl.

“Yeah. All good now” I replied.

“I’ll text Sheila and let her know.” she offered, picking up her phone.

Bob came over with the girls straight away.

“Mummy said you fixed it?” said Sophie looking hopeful.

“I did.” I smiled at her and handed her the console “It’s good to go.”

They thanked me.

“What do I owe you?” Asked Bob.

“Nothing it just needed a new MOSFET. Took me less than an hour to fix.” I said.

“Let me at least pay you for the parts if not for your time,” he responded.

“Well, if you insist you can pay me for the component I used.”

He smiled. “Thanks. How much?”

“6 cents,” I said.

He looked at me.

“Six..?”

“Yep,” I said smiling. “It’s a common fault on lots of boards. I buy them so often I buy them 100’s at a time and they cost me 6 cents each. So, if you insist…”

He just laughed.

“Thanks,” He said “the girls would be lost without their evening dose of Minecraft.

“It was no trouble,” I said.

“See you next Saturday?” He asked

“Wouldn’t miss it?” I replied.

The next day was Friday.

I went into the office as usual but spent the day looking at potential sites to set up a business in other states. I decided we needed to move away. Just moving out of the house wouldn’t be enough. Sheila seemed to have some kind of hold on Cheryl so if I was to break that I would need distance.

I found a small, similar business for sale in Hawaii. It was about the size that my business had been when I first started so I thought it would be ideal as a second location. I might keep our current location or look into selling it to the techs currently working there as a growing business. I would have to think about it.

I then logged into the webserver that allowed me access to the surveillance gear I had installed at home.

Cheryl’s day was going pretty much the same as the previous one. She had another session with the buttplug, but this time using the same one as she had inserted yesterday. She was acclimatizing.

Once she finished, she went into her office and started work.

I then downloaded the files from the device I had installed in the games console.

Skipping through them I half listened to the girls playing Minecraft, then the family eating dinner. The whole time the girls never once acknowledged Bob, nor did he them.

Once the girls went to bed Sheila and Bob watched TV for a while.

I heard Sheila speak.

“Did you ask Alan about next Saturday?” she asked.

“Yes. He said he would be here.” was the reply. “Are you going to ask him?”

“Not this time. We are going to soften him up first. Tracy, and I will do some pretty heavy flirting and get him all worked up then send him home with Cheryl. She will spend the rest of the night fucking him silly. I think she’s ready to give him her ass. That should ring his bell. Then for the following two weeks, she can start to gently expand on how much he liked doing new things. When it’s time for the barbeque at Jeremy’s in a month, I’m going to get her to get him all worked up but not let him cum before the evening.

A little of Jeremy’s patented cocktail in a drink and Alan will be so horny he won’t be able to think straight. Jeremy will make his pitch, Beth Tracy and I will take care of Alan, and before you know it you will be balls deep in Cheryl.”

“Has Cheryl said anything about Kids?” he asked.

“She said that he wants them. The first will be Jeremy’s but I think he’ll wait until he gets Tracy pregnant. I think they are ready. I regret that the girls were such a difficult pregnancy and meant that I couldn’t give you your own child, but maybe after Jeremy, either Tracy or Cheryl will give you a baby. Dave could wait until Tracy has your baby before giving her a baby, or even get Cheryl pregnant after Jeremy and before Alan gets his turn. Either way, you get your chance.”

So, my suspicions had been correct. The twins weren’t Bob’s but Jeremey’s and apparently, he had a claim on impregnating each of the women in his little cabal before their partners.

The pain in my hands alerted me to the fact that I had clenched my fists so tight that the nails were digging into my palms. Deep enough to draw blood.

After lunch, I called the estate agent and asked for the contact details of the previous house occupants. They wouldn’t give me them directly but promised that they would contact them themselves and ask for them to contact me. I had to be satisfied with that.

I asked myself why I was waiting to pull the trigger on getting away but there were several considerations on the timing.

Firstly, it would take that time to get everything set up, but that wasn’t the real reason. I was desperate to ensure that Cheryl would go with me. I was hoping that once they had made their “Pitch” to me in a few weeks that I could convince her how dangerous the situation was. I needed to show her exactly what her new friends were about and what they were prepared to do to get it. Using drugs and manipulation to bend people to their sick fantasies. I was risking losing Cheryl altogether, but it was my only hope of keeping her.

Back at the office, I decided to check the surveillance once more before going home for the weekend.

I saw that Sheila had come over again at about 4 and I logged in to watch the live stream.

They sat on the deck sipping wine.

“How are you doing?” Sheila asked, “Are you ready for next Saturday?”

Cheryl nodded “Yes. I am wearing the second of the plugs just now so I think over the next week I should progress to the largest. After next Saturday’s barbecue, I’ll rock his world. I have to say too that getting ready has also been a lot of fun.” She giggled.

“I told you it would be” Sheila smiled “Beth Tracy and I will spend time making sure he is revved up and ready for you by the end of the night. Nothing too obvious to start with, just some harmless flirting and maybe a few accidental touches. What we are trying to do is to generate an atmosphere where he is comfortable with us all flirting with each other. So, some gentle flirting on your part with him, but also with the other guys would also help. Nothing too heavy to start, let’s see how he reacts and play it by ear.”

“I don’t know about that.” Cheryl said uncertainly “I don’t want to get him upset with me again.”

Sheila went to put her hand on Cheryl’s arm and in the process knocked over her wine.

“Oh shit sorry,” she said.

Cheryl jumped up and went into the kitchen to get a cloth, taking Sheila’s glass with her to get her a refill.

I saw Sheila watch Cheryl out of sight and then pull a small bottle from her pocket, She emptied the bottle into Cheryl’s drink and then hid the bottle while she waited for Cheryl to return and hand her a new drink.

When she came back they sat and Cheryl picked up her wine.

“Cheers Sheila said raising her glass. They both drank.

Less than 10 minutes later Cheryl sat back in her chair, obviously much more relaxed. Sheila started to talk to her quietly again.

“I know you think he will be upset but it will be fine I promise you. We will take it carefully and slowly and if it seems that he is getting too agitated we can slow it down. You will be fine, when he sees that we are all just having a good time together he will be fine with it. The girls and I will get him so agitated throughout the evening and then you can bring him home and show him your latest adventure. Once he empties his balls in your ass he will be begging for more. More experiences, more adventures…”

I noticed Sheila had moved closer to Cheryl and was stroking her leg lightly while she talked. I had never seen her do this before and I was starting to get concerned as to where this would lead.

“Just think of how good it will be once you join us and we can all get together as we talked about.” She was stroking Cheryl’s lower abdomen now.

Cheryl was responding to the stimulus, starting to breathe heavily and I saw her hips start to move.

I picked up my phone and rang her.

They both jumped as her phone rang. Sheila sat back while Cheryl answered her phone.

“HI Babe,” she said, “what’s up?”

“Sorry did I wake you? You sound sleepy.” I said.

“Yeah.” she laughed, “I was tired and fell asleep on the couch. Where are you?”

“Not far away, I should be home in the next 5 minutes. Just wanted to check if we needed anything from the store?”

“No, we’re good. I’ll see you when you get in. Love you!” She said.

I hung up the phone.

“I watched as she told Sheila I was close to home.”

They both stood.

“I’d better go. I don’t want to upset him when we are so close.”

Cheryl nodded and Sheila pulled her in for a hug. She whispered something in Cheryl’s ear which I couldn’t hear, but I saw Cheryl shiver then they parted.

Sheila left.

It took me 55 minutes to get home. When I got in Cheryl was asleep on the chair on the deck.

“Hey babe, where are you.”

Through the window, I saw Cheryl jump up looking panicked.

She came over and hugged me. She still seemed sleepy, and I could see her nipples standing up. She was horny as hell. Whatever Sheila had given her was doing a number on her. I wondered if that is what they were planning to use on me. I had to figure out a way not to get drugged.

The weekend passed uneventfully. Bob and the girls came over on Saturday to use the pool, but I had convinced Cheryl that we should go and see her parents as we hadn’t seen them for a while, so we drove out to where they lived and stayed overnight, arriving back late Sunday.

We almost made love again on Sunday night. Before getting into bed, Cheryl went into the bathroom, presumably to remove the buttplug as I didn’t feel it in place this time. Perhaps given that it was the biggest one of the set now she thought I might notice it. I was still not feeling the same as before, I felt that she was almost restraining herself and for the first time in our lives together I was convinced that she faked her orgasm. Shortly after I cried out in pain, and rolled off her, claiming that I had a bad muscle cramp in my leg. Her faked orgasm had killed my erection in any case so the cramp was a great excuse to call it a night. After a few minutes of cuddles and sympathetic noises, Cheryl once again returned to the bathroom, and then came back to settle into bed. As she bent forward to sit down on the edge of the bed, I saw the end of the plug once again peeking out from between her cheeks.

I rolled over and went to sleep.

I was busy trying to recover some data from a damaged USB stick when one of the techs came in to tell me I had a visitor.

He showed in a short, stocky man, with very short hair and a military bearing.

“Hi,” he said holding out his hand “I’m Gerald Sykes. The estate agent told me that you wanted to speak to me?”

For a moment I couldn’t make the connection and then it made sense. Gerald, as in Gerald and Stephanie – the previous house owners

“Good to meet you,” I said standing up and shaking his hand. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

He nodded and we left the office.

We walked past the coffee cart I usually used (the one I had originally met Cheryl at) and settled on a small coffee shop a little further down the block. The coffee here was good just more expensive.

“So,” He said when we had got drinks and were sat at one of the smaller tables “what was it you needed to speak to me about?”

I looked at him for a minute wondering how exactly to broach the subject.

“I just wanted to ask about whether there was anything we needed to know.” I hedged.

“Everything was in the Realtors report.” He said, “if you are trying to…”

“I’m not necessarily talking about the property itself,” I said quickly.

His eyes narrowed.

“Then what ARE you talking about?” he asked suspiciously.

“Well, I was wondering how you got on with the neighbours?” I asked tentatively.

He shot to his feet. “You bastard I’ll…” he began.

“Wait.” I said, also standing but holding my hands up in supplication “If what I think is happening to me, happened to you, I thought we might have some information that we could share.” I said quickly.

He looked at me with some suspicion for a second before dropping back into his chair wearily. He looked glumly into his coffee cup and sighed.

“I hope to God that it’s not,” he said sadly.

“Can you tell me about it?” I asked quietly.

Over the next 15 minutes or so he told me their story. He was a marine sergeant in his final year of service and had about 6 months left to serve. He had been married to Stephanie for 4 years, and they were wonderful together. He had never been on an active duty posting. Stephanie and he had always lived on base, sometimes in the US and a couple of times in Europe, but always he had lived with her on base and they had no trouble. When he had rotated back stateside this time, they had decided that they were going to buy a house rather than live on base, and Stephanie would get a job. That way they would have a head start when he left the service. He had a job lined up in the city and was counting the days until he could get out, and start a family.

Typically for the service, for his last 3 months he was posted to the other side of the country, and since Stephanie had found a job, and they had the house, it was decided that she would stay in the house and he would return once he had finished his service. He wasn’t worried. He had never had cause to doubt Stephanie and he had met all the neighbours. They all seemed like good people, they were very friendly and the neighbour’s kids used to come over and use the pool almost daily so he was happy that Stephanie would have some company and support for the final months of his posting.

He started to get suspicious after about 6 weeks when the nightly calls to Stephanie began to change in tone. They used to video call nightly. He would come home once a month for the weekend when they would be able to spend the time re-establishing their intimacy.

Stephanie started talking about sex during their video calls and even persuaded him to have “phone sex” via the calls. At the time it seemed a little strange, but he put it down to her being lonely. His last visit had been 2 weeks previously and it was to be another 2 weeks before he was due for another.

During his next visit, Stephanie was like a mad woman, she practically raped him when he arrived home and did things that they had never done in the bedroom before. When he challenged her on it she said that she had been lonely and had been reading things about spicing up things in the bedroom. She also mentioned that she had been speaking to the neighbour’s wives and had been given advice on how to spice up their love lives. That had prompted a huge row as he had been very unhappy that she had been discussing their sex lives with people outside the marriage. He returned to the base a day early on that visit he had been so angry.

They had continued their nightly calls, and Stephanie had been contrite, apologizing profusely and promising that it wouldn’t happen again and that she was just lonely and couldn’t wait for him to finish his service and get home. Things seemed to have settled down and his date of discharge loomed ever closer.

It was the week before his discharge date when he was told that due to an outstanding amount of leave he was due, he should have actually already been discharged, and so was told in no uncertain terms to pack up his kit and go home. He was ecstatic. He was about to call Stephanie to tell her the good news but was told that there was a transport leaving in 1 hour, so if he wanted to be on it he would have to hustle. So he hustled.

He decided that he would surprise Stephanie and just go straight home to tell her the good news.

It was early evening when he arrived home. The Cab from the base dropped him at the pedestrian gate to the gated community, and he shouldered his duffle and let himself through the gate heading for home.

When he got home he dropped his bag in the hall and went into the living room, to find nobody there. The kitchen and the deck were also equally empty. From the deck however he did see that the bedroom light was on so he headed inside thinking that Stephanie was probably revving herself up for their nightly video chat session, maybe she was thinking it was going to be a video-phone sex session tonight.

What he found when he opened the bedroom door, was Stephanie on the bed. On her hands and knees with her ass in the air, one of the neighbour’s wives fully dressed standing behind her, vigorously plundering her asshole with a large dildo.

Stephanie had claimed that Sheila had been helping her prepare for his return from duty, so she could welcome him home by giving him her last virginity.

The next day he had been visited by a delegation of all the neighbourhood wives, who had explained to him that they were looking out for him, to ensure that Stephanie had been looked after, and was ready for his return. That they were a close-knit community who were more like a family and that they would hope that any of them would be able to call on him or Stephanie to take care of them should the need arise. When they said “Take care of them” they made it pretty clear what that would entail.

The house was put up for sale the next day, and he sued for divorce the next week. Stephanie was fighting it though and had told him she loved him and begged him to forgive her for being taken in by such stupidity.

“That’s my tale,” he said “Such as it is. I always thought that I would be married to Stephanie for the rest of my life. I thanked my lucky stars that I was never deployed away from her, but I guess it doesn’t matter in the long run. If someone is going to cheat then they can do so whether you are living in the same house or not. They will find the opportunity.”

I looked at him for a moment.

“How long before your divorce becomes final?” I asked.

“Three weeks.” he said “Then I can put it all behind me.”

I put myself in his position and wondered what I would do if I saw what he saw. I also thought that if that is what is planned for Cheryl I need to make sure that there is no opportunity for that to happen.

“Thank you for coming to see me.” I said “I suspected that something like that had happened to you and I can only say how sorry I am that it did. Are you sure that divorce is the only way?” I asked

“I have asked myself that question so many times,” he said quietly “I still love Stephanie and the thought of living the rest of my life without her still hurts more than I can believe – even after so long. But I don’t see any way I can get past what happened. She betrayed me and our marriage.”

“You might not have all the information,” I said carefully “can I show you something?”

He looked at me for a long moment before nodding.

I logged into the server using my phone and pulled up the clip I had watched showing Cheryl and Sheila on the deck.

“That’s Cheryl, my wife,” I said “I’m sure you recognize the other woman.”

He nodded sharply.

“I’m not going to play you the whole clip, but suffice it to say that Sheila has been whispering her poison into my wife’s ear for a couple of months now. What I want you to see is this.”

I fast-forwarded the clip to the point where Sheila knocked over the wine glass.

“Now watch,” I said.

I played the next 10 minutes or so, just until the point I had rung Cheryl, and then stopped the playback.

“She drugged her?” he said.

“It would seem so,” I said “And that looks like something that has been done many times before. It was a practiced move. I have been here all the time, just leaving for work but have been home every night. How much easier would it have been for her to do that to Stephanie with you so far away? If what is happening to us is following the same pattern that happened to you, I think the plan was to try and ‘recruit’ you into the swinging when you got back. Get Stephanie to get you all revved up and then get you onboard. If that didn’t work, I think plan B is to recruit the wife behind the husband’s back. But I think the ringleader gets off on being the alpha and having the men, not just the women, subservient to him. It’s a good bet that nothing other than the preparation had happened yet.”

“She was drugged?” he asked again.

“I would bet my life on it. She was drugged and brainwashed into thinking that what she was doing, she was doing for you. To make your marriage stronger and your sex lives more fulfilling. Her mistake was trusting someone she shouldn’t have. Someone she thought was a friend and whom she was safe with. Hell, they even had the kids there. How could either of you have realized what was happening?”

“You did!” he said.

“I was there,” I said “not over the other side of the country. It is not your fault this happened. You fell into the spider’s web and got caught. I’m not going to tell you what you should or should not do. That is for you to decide. I just thought you should have all the information” I stood.

After a moment he stood too.

“What are you going to do?” he asked me as we walked to the door.

“I’m going to do my damndest to extricate us from the situation.

“I will be listing the house soon and we will be moving as far away as possible from that bunch of freaks. I just need to convince Cheryl. What about you?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “Now I think I know what happened, and that she was probably drugged I have to rethink. We went through interrogation training in the marines and if what I saw happening to your wife happened to Steph then it changes things.”

“I hope everything works out for you,” I said.

“You too,” he said shaking my hand.

I went back to the office and sat down heavily in my chair. Wondering whether I would be able to extricate us from this mess with my marriage intact.

I logged into the server to look at what was going on at home. Cheryl was in her office working. There seemed to be nobody else in the house.

Logging into the voice recorder I had put into the games machine I skipped through its contents. I heard a lot of family life going on at Bob and Sheila’s. Betting that they wouldn’t discuss anything when the kids were around, I moved to the evenings. After an hour of listening to normal husband-wife stuff, I heard this.”

“Jeremy and Beth are coming over tomorrow night,” Sheila said “The girls are going to sleep over at their friend molly’s house. I’ve already spoken to her parents.”

“On a weeknight?” Bob said, “What’s the occasion?”

“I think they want to talk about Alan and Cheryl and the weekend,” she said “But since they are going to be here, he will probably want to fuck. You know how he is.”

“Ok.” He said as if she had said they would want some snacks.

There was nothing else of interest on the voice recorder, so I applied myself to recovering the data I had been trying to get to when Gerald Sykes had turned up. Once that was done it was close enough to finish time not to start a new job so I headed home.

I heard the twins in the pool as soon as I entered the house but noted that Cheryl was still in her office when I got home. Sheila was on the deck while the girls swam. I saw that there was another woman on the deck and another child in the pool. I raised my eyebrows at Cheryl as she came out to meet me.

“Are we running a municipal pool now?” I asked. “We seem to have acquired another kid.”

“That’s Molly,” Cheryl said, ”She’s a friend of the twins. They are having a sleepover at her house tonight but when they came over to collect the twins they insisted on showing her the pool. They’ll be heading off soon. I thought they would be gone by the time you got home. But you’re early.” she finished.

“Well, I’m sorry if my coming back to my own house inconveniences anyone,” I said rather brusquely. As I turned and walked out to the workshop.

“Alan, I didn’t mean…” I heard her start to say, but what she didn’t mean was lost as the door closed behind me.

I logged into the laptop on my workstation to see what was going on in the house. I could clear the screen with a keypress so I was not worried that Cheryl would catch me watching.

I watched Cheryl as she stood in the kitchen for a few minutes looking at the door that I had just exited through. She seemed undecided as to what to do and for a moment I thought she would follow me through. Instead, she walked out on the deck where Sheila and Molly’s mother were sitting chatting.

“Did I hear Alan come in?” said Sheila.

“Yes, he finished early,” Cheryl replied.

“It’s probably time we got going anyway,” said Molly’s mum. “Girls, time to go!” she shouted.

There were choruses of AWWWs from the three girls, but they got out of the pool, dried off, and got dressed without too much fuss.

“Thanks for taking them.” said Sheila “They love coming to yours.”

“No Problem.” said Molly’s Mum” I love having them. I’ll get them back before lunch tomorrow?”

“Perfect. I’ll be glad when the holidays are over and they are back at school.” Sheila said.

After 15 minutes they all left, leaving Cheryl to clean up the empty glasses (wine for the adults and juice for the kids) and various snack remnants. I noted that there were only 2 wine glasses so it would appear that Cheryl had not been out there with them. That was something at least.

I closed the laptop just before Cheryl came through the door into the workshop.

“Was that necessary?” she asked.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

“What?” I asked

“You know what!” she replied. “You could have gone out and said Hello.”

“I might have done, if you hadn’t made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t welcome” I shot at her.

Her eyes widened

“I didn’t…” she began

“You said quite clearly that the intention was for them to be gone by the time I got home, but I got home early. So, there are only one of two conclusions that I can draw from that statement. One is that you didn’t want me to know that they had been here, but there’s no reason why you would hide that information from me, is there? “ I asked rhetorically, “Or that they wanted to be away before I got home because they didn’t want to see me. What was I supposed to think?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She said quickly “I just meant that they had intended to leave by 4.30 which is before your usual time for getting home. The two were not related. It just came out wrong.”

She came over and put her arms around my neck.

“You know I love you right?” she said quietly “I never want you to forget that.”

“I love you too,” I said looking into her eyes. She smiled.

She took my hand and led me into the house.

After a quiet dinner, we sat and cuddled on the couch, watching some TV. I couldn’t tell you what was on as my mind was filled with other thoughts, but I guess I hid it well because Cheryl didn’t notice. When we went to bed Cheryl scooted back into me so I was spooning her. As she pressed her ass into my groin I could feel the hard end of the buttplug she was wearing pressing into me. I signed sadly and went to sleep”.

The next morning I couldn’t wait to get to the office, so I could listen to the logs from last night’s activities at Bob and Sheila’s. I did wonder if they had had sex, but I was more interested in listening to their plans for us so I could figure out a way to thwart them.

I looked at the time codes on the recordings and started to listen to them around 5 pm, which was just after they had all left my house.

“Did Molly have fun in the pool?” I heard Bob ask.

“Yeah, she loved it.” said Sheila “Although Alan got home early and caught us all there.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing, he didn’t come out. I think he just went into his workshop.” Sheila replied.

“He doesn’t seem to be coming round,” said Bob.

“It’ll be fine.” she replied “Cheryl has him under control.”

“Are you sure Cheryl is on board?” he asked.

I heard a door open “Hi Guys” I heard someone come into the room.

“Evening Jeremy, Beth,” Sheila said.

“They just walked in – didn’t even knock. Like they owned the place” I thought to myself.

“Drinks?” Bob asked.

After they agreed and were provided their drinks they settled down.

“How are things going with Cheryl,” asked Jeremy.

“Things are on track” Sheila responded “I’m going to go over tomorrow and talk to her about Saturday. She has been using the buttplugs for the last few weeks so she should be good to go, but I’m going to introduce her to Ramone. It’s one thing having a plug in but entirely another being reamed out. She says that Alan would stop if he thought he was hurting her so I want to make sure that she is used to getting it hard up the ass before she tries it with Alan for real. I’ll just give it to her by hand at first, but Friday ill strap him on and give her a good fucking with him. I may need another couple of doses of your special elixir to do that.” She finished.

“No Problem.” said Jeremy, “I thought you might, so I brought some with me tonight.”

“So what is happening Saturday,” asked Beth.

“Saturday is about just getting comfortable.” Said Jeremy.

“We’ll give him a dose in his first drink and then spend the evening teasing him. I want you girls to give him lots of attention, touches, accidental contact you know the drill. Get Cheryl to do the same. I want him to be the center of attention. Us boys will take a back seat. I don’t want to spook him and if he sees one of us getting too close to Cheryl too soon it may cause issues. I want him to be panting like a dog in heat by the end of the night.

“Then Cheryl can take him home and…,” said Sheila

“Actually…” interrupted Beth “Cheryl is not going to take him home. If we can get him all worked up then I’m going to bring him into the den. I’ll start by giving him a long slow blowjob. I won’t let him cum though.

After about 10 minutes I want Sheila to bring in Cheryl. Get her to join in. Get her to kiss Alan while I’m sucking his cock. Keep reassuring her that she is doing this for his enjoyment, for them. Once they get into it the boys can join us. Bob can fuck me while I’m still sucking Alan and Dave can start playing with Sheila while she keeps talking to Cheryl. Sheila can get Cheryl ready for Jeremy to fuck.

“So what was the point of her getting her ass ready?” asked Bob “I thought she was going to…”

“That was for me,” said Jeremy “I am going to be the first to fuck her ass, and for a while at least I am going to insist that she keeps it for me only. Maybe after I get her pregnant, I might let him have her ass then, but not for a while at least.”

“All this talking has made me horny,” Jeremy said “Sheila, come here and suck my cock”

I heard movement, some rustling, and then a moan.

“You are really good at that,” he said.

I stopped listening. I had no interest in hearing them get their freak on.

I thought about what I had heard. So they were bringing the timetable up. And Sheila was going to

“Oh SHIT,” I thought.

Sheila was going to my house with “Ramone” today.

I quickly logged into the home cameras and flicked through them. I saw Cheryl in her office working and heaved a sigh of relief.

Just then Cheryl looked up and smiled. When I changed to the kitchen camera I could see that Sheila had come into the house and was talking to Cheryl.

“You work too hard.” She said to Cheryl “Why don’t you go out on the deck for a breather? I brought some wine. Let me get a couple of glasses.

Cheryl went out onto the deck and Sheila took a couple of wine glasses from the cupboard. She opened the wine and poured two glasses. Glancing up she watched Cheryl through the window, as she pulled the small bottle from her bag and emptied its contents into one of the glasses.

Dropping the bottle back into her bag, she picked up the two glasses and went out onto the deck.

“FUCK!” I shouted wondering what to do.

“I watched Sheila place the glasses on the table and take a seat.”

I had a brainstorm and picked up my phone.

Cheryl’s phone rang just as they clinked glasses and were about to drink. She put her glass down and answered the phone.

“Hey Alan, what’s up.”

“I just had a call from the IRS,” I said “We are being audited.”

“What??” she said “Why?”

“No idea. They say it’s a random audit. We have 5 days to get everything together. Since all the documents are there, I’m on my way home. We are going to have to work on this all week to be ready.”

“Shit. How far back are they going to go?” she asked.

“They say they want to go back to when I bought the business.”

“Ok ill start getting stuff together. See you soon” she said.

“Something wrong?” asked Sheila.

“Random IRS Audit, we have to get everything ready by early next week. Alan didn’t say what day.”

“Wow. That’s unlucky. You will still be coming to the party on Saturday won’t you?”

“I should think so. We should be able to get everything together by Friday latest. We will need the party to relax after this,” Cheryl laughed.

“We will just have to make sure we make it a special night for you,” said Sheila smiling.

Cheryl looked at her, eyes a little wide for a moment, before smiling a little uncertainly.

“It will all be fine,” Sheila said standing up and holding her arms out for a hug.

Cheryl stood, and after a moment moved into the embrace.

They hugged for a moment and then Shelia said. “I’d better get out of your way. You have work to do” She picked up the wine, before walking into the kitchen and tipping both glasses down the sink.

Picking up the bottle from the side she said “I’ll take this with me. Don’t want Alan to think you are becoming an alcoholic” she laughed.

By the time I got home, there was no indication that Sheila had even been there and Cheryl was in the office, starting to dig out receipts and tax forms for the period since we had bought the business.

The surprise IRS audit was an excellent excuse for me to be working at home for the rest of the week, and we went through everything carefully, checking receipts, and bank and credit card statements against our filed tax returns. We did manage to find a couple of errors we had made on our returns but since they were for small amounts and in our favour I was not concerned. I got into the charade so completely that when we finished everything late Friday Night the sense of relief at being ready for the audit turned almost to disappointment when I remember we weren’t being audited and the work we had spent all week doing was for nothing.

“Not for nothing.” I thought to myself “To save my marriage.”

Saturday morning Sheila texted Cheryl to ask if it would be ok for the twins to come and use the pool. We had no objections, so they came, accompanied by Sheila.

Bob was apparently at Jeremy’s helping to get ready for the party.

They only stayed for a few hours, and so by 4, they were ready to leave.

Cheryl walked them out, which I found a little strange as they had normally gone out through the garden gate, but this time they went through the house.

When she came back she looked nervous.

“Sheila says..” I winced at those words “that we should get to Jeremy’s for about seven if that is ok?”

“Fine by me,” I said.

We continued to laze on the deck by the pool for a while. Eventually, Cheryl said, “Let’s go get showered ready.”

She got up and went into the house.

After a few minutes, I got up and cleared away the glasses, loading them into the dishwasher.

I went into the bedroom and saw that Cheryl was not getting ready, but was standing at the foot of the bed. She had removed her bikini top but still had the bottoms on.

She moved to me and pulled me into a smoldering kiss, pressing her body against mine. In no time at all my body responded and I’m sure she could feel my erection through my shorts.

Releasing me for a moment she pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, before kissing me again, pushing her breasts into my chest. I could feel her nipples rubbing against me. She began to walk backward until her legs were against the bed. Then she sat down. As she sat, she looped her hands into the waistband of my shorts and took them to the floor in a single move.

She took my cock in her hand and squeezed it hard. Just short of painful, before leaning forward and kissing the head.

She scooted back onto the bed and in the same movement removed her bikini bottoms. She was lying there gloriously naked and very inviting. She held her arms out for me to join her.

I climbed onto the bed until I was resting on top of her, my arms taking most of my weight. My very obvious arousal rested against her mound.

She kissed me hard and then gently pulled me down until my head was over her breasts. I licked at her nipple and was about to do more but she was pushing me harder, south. She had something in mind, and I was happy to oblige.

Moving down until I was lying between her legs I kissed her belly and then pushed her legs up and apart, putting them over my shoulders in preparation.

Looking down I could see the jeweled end of the plug that she still had pushed up her ass. I wondered if she had forgotten she had it in, or just wanted me to see it.

Gently I parted her lower lips with my fingers and began to run the tip of my tongue up and down her slit. She was dripping with need and within a few seconds, she grabbed my head and just rammed her cunt into my face.

“Suck me you bastard” she screamed pushing herself against me.

I tried to pull back, but she had wrapped her legs around my head, almost suffocating me, and was grinding herself so hard into my face, I was certain I was going to look like I had been punched in the mouth by the time she was finished.

At this point, I had two choices. There was no doubt I could break free, but I would probably have to hurt her to do so. My only other choice was to just give her what she wanted so I moved north slightly and started to work at her clit.

“Yes!” she moaned “Suck it, Suck your mistress’ clit. Make me cum”

“Mistress?” I wondered “is that the idea? Do I get turned into some kind of cuck sub?”

She continued to babble as I worked her, still grinding herself hard into my face. I heard the odd recognizable word, mostly swearing and I was sure at some point she asked me to finger her asshole but I’m fairly certain she was not aware of what she was saying.

The interesting thing to me though was that even though I was effectively being face raped, the action and the fact she was talking so dirty and so horny, losing herself so completely, I found incredibly erotic. My dick was harder than it had ever been and my balls started to ache. I thought that at some point I might even cum without any further stimulation at all.

Since she asked so nicely I reached up and grabbed the end of the buttplug and as she was grinding into my face, I pulled it out slowly so it stretched her out. She began to buck and shake and as I felt her hit her peak I shoved it back in, Hard.

She shrieked and I felt a deluge as she squirted a massive amount on my face and chest.

When she finished she lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed and I wondered if she had passed out.

I disentangled myself from her and started to move up her body, tracing gentle kisses up her belly. I was hard as a rock and I wanted her badly.

Suddenly she spoke.

“Shit, look at the time, we’re going to be late”. And with that, she wriggled out from under me, dashed into the bathroom, and slammed the door. I heard the snick of the lock

“What the fuck?” I said in disbelief

I couldn’t believe that she would do that to me. Get me all worked up and use me like that and leave me high and dry. She had never done anything like that before and I was hurt, confused, and angry.

Sighing I picked up a t-shirt and wiped her juices from my face and chest.

I went into the main bathroom and had a shower. I couldn’t show up smelling so strongly of sex, although I was seriously considering refusing to go after that performance. I thought about it as I showered. If I refused to go then I suspected Cheryl would go alone, and heaven only knows what would happen if I wasn’t there to supervise. I was certain that she had not done anything other than the light petting I had seen Sheila doing with her earlier but given how wound up she was I wasn’t sure that if she was alone with them something else wouldn’t happen.

I did briefly consider finishing myself off in the shower but decided against it.

I went back into the bedroom, still sporting an erection. She was finishing dressing.

She looked at my obvious arousal.

“Oh, my poor baby,” she said grabbing my cock and squeezing gently. I was so close that if she had stroked me a couple of times I would have blasted her off the bed.

She giggled.

“I’ll make it all better when we get back.” She said, “I have a nice surprise for you later.” Then she finished dressing and left the bedroom.

After I dressed, I joined her in the living room, and armed with some desserts for the barbecue we headed out to Jeremy’s.

Dave pushed a beer into my hand as I walked through the door. It felt like he had been waiting to do that particular task.

“Thanks, I’ve been waiting for this,” I said lifting the beer to my mouth. I blocked the neck with my tongue and pretended to take a long drink, my Adam’s apple bobbing a few times.

I sighed with obvious enjoyment and even managed a small belch – I was proud of that

“Oops Pardon,” I said and laughed.

Cheryl gave me a look and went over to where Tracey and Beth were standing. They handed her a glass of wine and they started to chat.

I walked over to where Jeremy was at the Grill, getting things ready.

“Need any help?” I asked him.

“No, I’m all good,” he said “Should be cooking up in about 20 minutes. Grab yourself a seat and chill. I hear you have had a hell of a week.

“Goddamn IRS” I moaned “Surprise audit”

“You should have given me a shout. You know I’m a tax accountant. I could have looked it all over for you.”

“I know,” I said “I just don’t feel right imposing on my neighbours like that. It’s your job and to ask you to do even more work when you are not at work seems so wrong” I took another pretend drink.

“How can you say that” he looked injured “you let the twins use your pool, and even fixed their games console for free. We are all a big family here” he smiled at me and put his hand around my shoulders” Why don’t you come over on Monday and let me look at your taxes. I can make sure the Auditor will be satisfied. I might even save you some money”

“I might just do that” I smiled at him.

“Go grab a seat,” he said “I’m going to start cooking.”

“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked “I got rushed out of the house, you know what girls are like”

“You know where it is,” he said and I went inside to find the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I emptied the beer bottle down the toilet and rinsed it out. I quarter-filled it with water. Since it was a brown bottle, the colour of the liquid would not be noticeable.

I was chugging down the last of the “beer” as I walked back into the yard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave nod to Jeremy who smiled.

I dropped the now empty bottle into the crate and picked out a fresh, unopened one. I popped the top with the bottle opener on the table and went to sit down by Cheryl.

There were several seats in the yard, mostly single chairs but there was a 3 person seat, and Cheryl sat on one end of that. I sat beside her in the middle of the seat. Very shortly after Dave’s wife Tracey sat beside me and engaged me in conversation.

The three of us chatted for a few minutes and then the two girls started talking directly to each other. Each of them leaned forward to see past me. Cheryl was wearing quite a low top so I had a good view down her cleavage, and now and again she would glance up at me with a knowing expression. She had her hand on my thigh and was stroking it almost absently as she chatted.

I looked across at Tracey as she started to speak and noted that she had also leaned forward. Her top was equally revealing to me in my current position and as she leaned in to talk her breasts rubbed against my upper arm. I tried to scoot away from her so as not to be touching her, but Cheryl was pressed up against my other side and kept me in position. Cheryl’s hand was still on my thigh but had moved higher, and I noted that Tracey’s hand was now on my other thigh.

I extricated myself from between them before I got lost and went to talk to Bob and Dave who were standing near the grill. As I approached Sheila came up to me.

“I wanted to apologize to you,” she said placing her hand on my arm and moving well inside my personal space.

“For what,” I asked backpedalling a little.

“For bringing Jean and Molly to your pool without asking first,” she said “It was thoughtless of me, I have got so used to just coming over I didn’t think. Will you forgive me?” she asked simpering a little.

I allowed myself to sway a little, “Nothing to forgive.” I smiled at her.

“You are a wonderful man,” she said pulling me into a tight hug, pressing he breasts into my chest and at the same time turning slightly so her hip pushed into my groin. She rubbed against me for a second and my body, not having read the ***********, responded.”

She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and grinned.

I looked across to see where Cheryl was and saw her looking at me. Her expression was unreadable. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled at me.

I tried to make it look like I was drinking more than I did. I had a soda with the food and afterward declined a stronger drink, claiming I already felt I had had too much to drink.

For the entire evening, I had one or more women hanging off my arm, brushing up against me and gazing lovingly into my eyes. Cheryl played as much a part in this as all the other girls. I made a point of keeping tabs on where she was and what she was doing. And for the most part, when she was not with me, she was with one of the other girls, having whispered conversations.

Finally, at about 10 pm they decided that the time had come to make their move.

I had been trying to act very disinhibited. When Cheryl had been standing beside me placing her ass under my hand, I had run my hands over it.

When Tracey had backed up into me supposedly to let Dave pass in front of her, I let her grind her ass into my very obviously aroused cock. Whenever any of the girls flirted or touched me, I allowed it and tried to appear like I wasn’t thinking about anything other than what was going on.

Beth came over to me. “Alan, can I ask you a favour?” she said.

I smiled at her, still acting a little spaced. “Sure,” I said.

“The Stereo in the Den is playing up. I’m sure it’s just a setting but Jeremy has no idea about things like that. Would you be a dear and come and look at it for me?” she breathed.

“Now?” I asked “I’m not sure I’m in the best of shape to do that. How about…” I began.

“I’m sure you will be fine,” she said taking my arm and pulling me along with her towards the house.

I looked over to where Cheryl and Sheila stood. Both of them were looking in our direction and I saw Sheila smiling broadly. Cheryl looked uncertain.

Once we were in the house Beth guided me into the den. I looked over at the stereo and moved towards it.

“What seems to be the problem?” I said.

“Beth said nothing, simply dropping to her knees in front of me and reaching for my trousers.”

I stepped back.

“Stop,” I said firmly.

She looked surprised.

“It’s ok,” she said “We are..”

“We are nothing. Keep your hands to yourself.”

I moved behind the couch to have the furniture between us.

“What would Jeremy say if he found you and me in here doing that?” I asked

“Jeremy is fine with it. We have an arrangement. We were hoping that you and Cheryl…”

At that point, Sheila and Cheryl entered the room. Sheila had her arm around Cheryl’s shoulder and was talking to her gently. They seemed surprised by what they found.

“So what was this?” I asked “Some kind of honey trap? Trying to cause trouble between my wife and me?” I started to act like I was getting angry.

“No.” said Sheila, “Nothing of the sort.”

At that point, Jeremy Dave, and Bob entered the room.

I backed up against the wall acting like I was getting nervous.

Looking around I saw a baseball bat on a stand on the sideboard. I moved to it and picked it up.

“So it’s three against one – Come on then who’s first” I yelled.

Dave, Bob, and Jeremy looked at each other.

“I think it would be best if you guys all went outside and left Beth and me with Alan and Cheryl. “Said Jeremy” I can see that us all being here makes him feel threatened. I’ll explain everything to them.”

Sheila gave Cheryl a quick hug and left the den. Cheryl came toward me, a nervous smile on her face.

When it was just the four of us in the room, Jeremy and Beth sat on the couch. “Why don’t you have a seat while we explain,” Jeremy said indicating the two armchairs almost facing. “By all means hold onto the bat if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

I moved to one of the chairs and sat. Cheryl came to sit on the arm of my chair but I indicated that she should take the other chair. She looked hurt by this.

“I know you have questions, but please let me tell you about us, and then we will answer any questions that you have with complete honesty.”

I nodded.

“Beth and I have been married for 22 years. She is somewhat younger than me, but we met when we were both married to other people. You see we were then, and we are now what you would call swingers. That is to say that we have an arrangement in our marriages that we enjoy the company of other married people, within very strict rules. My first wife and I were also swingers, but she broke the rules and started seeing one of the other members of the club outside of the times when the club was meeting. As strange as it sounds, she was cheating on me with him, and so we were divorced. Beth used to work for me and was in an abusive relationship with a man who would as soon beat her as kiss her. When I found this out I helped her get away from that relationship, and in the process, we grew close. At first, she was a little uncertain about being in a relationship with me since she already knew about my lifestyle, but after some time she came to realize that it gave her everything she needed. A secure and loving relationship, which would not get stale since there would be the opportunity to enjoy the company of some other men from time to time. Our relationship is as strong today as It was when we first got together and we are very happy. When we moved to this community we were first in, and so we waited with some trepidation for other people to buy up the other houses. Bob and Sheila were the first. When Bob and Sheila moved in, after a period of getting to know them, we made them the offer. I have to admit that Bob was a bit uncertain at first but once he got involved, he never looked back. Now Bob Sheila and the girls are like family to us. We look out for them and they for us. The couple who had Dave and Tracey’s house were retired and too old to be interested in joining us. They were content to keep themselves to themselves and Gary moved to a nursing home when Daphne his wife passed. When Dave and Tracey moved in and as we got to know them, we found that they were interested in finding out more about our lifestyle and so we invited them to an evening’s ‘entertainment’ with us. Tracey is a beautiful woman and Dave is not only a very considerate lover, but he is a very nice and gentle man. We were thrilled that they wished to join our little club. We help each other out in all kinds of ways, and occasionally we play together. Nobody gets left out, nobody gets hurt, and everybody wins. As you no doubt guessed, the previous owners of your house could not agree on whether they wished to join our little group or not. Stephanie was keen to join, but unfortunately, Gerald was not so keen. I think the fault was ours. I think we rushed things. Poor Stephanie was all alone in the house so we got far closer to her far sooner than we otherwise might, and we forgot that Gerald did not know us as well so it was much more of a shock to him. I feel dreadful about what happened with them and so we decided that we would be much gentler with the next owners of the house if we were to want them to join our group. You are both young, fit and very good-looking people. I know you haven’t been married that long and so the shine has not yet left your relationship, but I would like for you to consider our offer. There are four couples in the community, all of whom are healthy, happy, and well-balanced people. We would love you to join our little group, our little family, so we can love you, as much as we love each other.”

I looked at Cheryl. She sat with her hands in her lap, looking at me with a worried expression.

“You said there are strict rules, can you explain them,” I asked.

Jeremy Smiled.

“Certainly. Firstly everything is done with the full foreknowledge of your partner. Ideally with you both present. So for instance you would come here, or we would come to you and we would play, either all together or perhaps you with Beth while I entertained Cheryl. If there are going to be times when one or other of you is not available and the other wishes to play, that is possible but it must be with the consent of the other, which must be given to all parties involved personally. That is to say that Beth couldn’t come to you and say that I had said it was OK for her to play. I would have to speak to you before her coming over and say it was OK and only then would she be free to play without me present.”

“There may be times when one or other of you would like to be involved with multiple partners. Again this is not a problem as long as your partner agrees beforehand. Whatever happens the person not involved is never left alone, they will always have someone to play with, to ensure that they do not feel left out and to ensure that they know that they are loved.” He continued.

“If you do decide to join us we would ask that you get tested for all STDs and HIV. Until you have a clean bill of health we will always use precautions. We all get tested regularly to be certain, and we all also undertake not to have unprotected sex with anyone outside of the community. This is for our safety. Ideally we would prefer that you do not have any sex outside of the community. I would like to think that between us we can fulfil your needs.” He smiled.

“What about children,” I asked.

“When you are ready to have children then we will take that into account. Once Cheryl gets pregnant, we can resume our entertainment until she no longer wishes to be involved. Having said that though Sheila became even more demanding almost until she delivered. If for some reason Cheryl were to fall pregnant by one of the other men in the group then you would agree to bring that child up as if it were your own. Any children will have a loving and secure home in the community. As you can see the twins treat us all as if we were extended family and I would hope that any other children brought into the community would be able to do the same” Beth said.

They both looked at us. Do you have any more questions?

“Why the charade,” I asked.

“What do you mean” asked Jeremy.

“Come on, I was born at night but it wasn’t Last Night. Sheila has been drip-feeding this to Cheryl for weeks now, and tonight was a pure setup. What was the hope that Cheryl would come in and catch me in a compromising position with Beth and so we would join by default? Why all the cloak and dagger, why not just come out and ask up front?” I asked.

Jeremy frowned.

“That is my fault I’m afraid. I have had bad experiences in the past where I have done just what you said and it ended badly, with good people. Friendships have been wrecked. I wouldn’t say that Sheila has been Drip feeding Cheryl, but I have to admit that she has been sounding her out to see if you both might be interested. It is a far less threatening approach and could mean that even if we were not able to convince you to join us we could continue as friendly neighbours. We do have to live next door to each other after all. I apologize if you feel that we were underhanded in our approach, but I thought that this was the safest and least threatening way to bring you on board. As to tonight, I have to admit that we got a little carried away. We hadn’t intended to approach you for another few weeks, but you seemed to be so comfortable when the girls were getting friendly and so Beth took a chance. Sadly we miscalculated and upset you. I can see how when we all piled in here, you would feel threatened. That is the last thing we wanted. We would never harm you no matter what. We are just really interested in getting you to join us and complete our family”

I stood up and walked over to the side, placing the baseball bat back on the stand there.

“You have given me a lot to think about, and I think that Cheryl and I need to discuss this,” I said. I held my hand out to Cheryl and she stood, taking my hand.”

“Thank you for the party, and for being so honest with us,” I said.

When we walked out of the den the other two couples were sitting outside. They didn’t speak, just watched us walk out of the house and down the road back to our home.

Closing and locking the door, I went and locked the yard gate and the other external doors too. I needed to feel secure and right now I didn’t.

Cheryl had seated herself in the living room and was sitting staring at her hands.

I wondered how to proceed.

I wanted to know how she felt. Did she want to join this weird cabal, start having sex with Jeremy Dave, and Bob – hell probably the girls too?

If I asked her outright would she tell me the truth, or would she tell me what she thought I wanted to hear?

If she said she wanted to join – what then. Would I go along with it? The thought of Cheryl being touched by any other man, made my stomach clench, and the thought of her being touched by Jeremy made my gorge rise. No, as devastating as it would be, if she wanted to join them then it would be divorce. I did not doubt that if I said no that she would go along with it, but I also did not doubt that Sheila with her whispers and drugs would have Cheryl on her back under any of the men in the group eventually no matter what.

So the decision was clear.

I had to get out of this house and this neighbourhood. The question was, would Cheryl be coming with me??

After a long silence, Cheryl looked up at me

“So, Honey,” she smiled at me uncertainly, “What do you think?”

There was a loaded question.

“We are at a crossroads in our relationship,” I said “And I know which direction I would like for us to go in. But I want to make sure that we both want the same thing. If I were to say I would like to join this arrangement with Jeremy and the rest, then how would I know that your wanting to join is your true wish or just your desire to make me happy? In the same way, if you were to tell me first that you didn’t want to play and I agreed, how would you know that my agreement was not purely my wishing to make you happy and not my true feelings?”

She looked at me uncertainly “I don’t know” she said.

“We have to agree on one thing,” I said “That whatever happens, if we disagree on this, then our marriage is over, and we have to part ways”

“WHAT… NO!!!” she cried out “Why would that be?”

I knelt in front of her and held her hands

“Because if I wanted to do this, and you did not, how long would it be before you started to wonder if I was going behind your back and playing with them anyway. If I ever went over to any of their houses to help out with something, or I was home late would you be wondering if I was with one or more of them? Same the other way around. If you said yes and I said no then how often while I’m at work and you are at home am I going to be wondering what you are getting up to? How often when I come home to find Sheila and the girls in the yard will I wonder if Bob had been her also? We cannot live like that, it would destroy us in the end anyway. So whatever happens if we disagree on this decision our only option is to part ways.

“Can’t we just forget about it?” she asked tearfully.

I smiled at her sadly “Pandora’s box has been opened. We cannot close it again. We can only move forward and see where the road leads.”

She sat and considered that for a few minutes.

“So how can we do this? If I speak first then how will I know your response is genuine and vice versa?” she asked.

I got up and went into the office.

I picked up a pad and two pens. I tore off the top dozen sheets of the pad.

I handed her the top half of the pad and said. “I am going into the kitchen I will write my thoughts on my paper. I would like you to write your thoughts on your paper. Once you are done bring your paper into the kitchen. We can then read what we both think. Please, please write what you feel. Don’t write what you think I want. Write down what you would like and let’s let our love for each other guide us to the right decision.”

I walked into the kitchen. I could hear Cheryl crying softly in the living room and I wanted more than anything to go in and comfort her.

It took me all of 2 seconds to write my answer on my paper, and I folded it carefully and waited.

Almost an hour later Cheryl knocked on the door jamb. “Are you finished?” she asked.

I nodded.

She handed me a folded sheet of paper and I placed it on top of mine.

“Do you want a drink?” I said, more than a little nervous.

I made coffee.

We went back into the living room and sat side by side on the couch. I was holding the folded papers in my hand.

Opening the top one I saw it was Cheryl’s answer, and I started to read.

She had written me a letter.

My Darling Alan

I would like to start by thanking you for 5 wonderful years of marriage. If that is to end tonight then I will be devastated because I love you more than I ever thought it was possible and I feel that I am responsible for the situation we are now in.

For all the time we have been together I have been deliriously happy, it was tough, to begin with, while we were building the business but we always had each other and I could always count on you to be there for me no matter what kind of scrapes I got myself in.

When we found this house I couldn’t have been happier. We were finally starting to see the rewards for all our, no, all YOUR hard work. I may have been there, but you built your business up to the success it is, and I owe everything I have to your hard work, skills, and to your love.

I started to get scared, when I found out that our lives had become stale, particularly our love life. When Sheila told me that I was heartbroken. You had done so much for me, for us, how could I let this happen? When I thought about what we did in the bedroom I was embarrassed. How could you still love me when I just took what I needed from you and never thought about your needs? I decided then and there that I was going to make it up to you. To make sure that I was giving you everything that YOU needed rather than just selfishly taking what I needed. I found out though that the more we did in the bedroom, the more I enjoyed it. I was still getting far more out of sex than you were. I wondered what more I could do to make it better for you and once again Sheila gave me the idea that I could give you something new, something I had never given up before. I was scared though. I heard that anal sex was painful and dirty but I needed to do something for you, so I would do it. I was told that I could better prepare for it by using some toys to stretch me out back there and so that is what I did. With some guidance (yes Sheila again) I found that I could take bigger and bigger toys in my bum, but even then I found that when I was trying to get ready for you, I was doing it for me. I spent hours masturbating whilst trying to get used to bigger and bigger toys and I guess I lost sight of why I was doing this in the first place. I also started to wonder if even that would be enough. Yes, it would add a bit of variety but that too would soon become just another boring thing to do. When Sheila first mentioned that the other couples in the close were swingers I was shocked. I would never even consider sex outside of our marriage. I could never stand to see you with another woman nor could I stand the touch of another man, but Sheila made me understand that men don’t think as women do. To them, sex is just sex. It’s a transaction, something that is fun, and very enjoyable, but not love. She made me understand that Love and Sex are separate. Sex with someone you Love is indeed special, but you can have good or even great sex with someone you are not in love with. She told me that this would be a good way for us to keep our marriage strong, and to make sure that it did not stagnate.

I wanted to discuss it with you but when I tried you got upset. Sheila said that the reason for that was that you didn’t want to hurt me by acknowledging the fact that you would be happy to have sex with her or Tracy, and that the only way to show you that I understood and that it would be ok for you to have those thoughts would be to put you in the position and then show you that I was happy to see you happy. That I loved you enough to give you that gift and that we could enjoy it together.

Sheila told me that tonight was going to be the night. She told me to get you as horny as I could but not let you cum. We wanted you to be wound up and ready for what would happen later. I knew that your feelings towards me would not let you do anything that you thought would cause me pain, so we arranged for Beth to take you somewhere private so she could give you the release that I had denied you earlier. I thought that with the drinks you had had, and how horny I left you that would be enough to help you to get over your misplaced worries about my feelings.

Sheila told me that Beth had taken you into the Den and was probably going to give you a blow job. She said that the idea then would be that I would come in and join you. Helping to make it a memorable experience for you so you could see that not only was I not hurt by it but I encouraged it. I wanted to give that to you.

Only there was a problem.

You see once I got to the party and things started to happen, I found that I didn’t like seeing you being touched by those other women. When Tracey pushed her ass into you and you looked at me, I tried to smile to show you that it was OK, but inside I was tied up in knots. When Beth took you into the Den, and Sheila came over to tell me what was happening I wanted to run in and beg you not to go with her. Once again you looked at me, I don’t know what you saw but I was dying. Had Sheila not been holding onto me I would have thrown myself to my knees and screamed for you not to go in there.

I was so relieved when Sheila finally took me into the Den to see that you were standing there, fully clothed, and had not done anything with Beth. I could see you were upset about the way they had gone about things, but after Jeremy and Beth had spoken to us you seemed interested in what they had to say and once again I thought I would have to see you with other women, that I would have to suffer the touch of other men to keep you happy.

I want to say right now that if that is what it would take to keep you happy, I would do it. But you asked me to be honest and tell you what I felt.

What I feel is that I don’t want you to have sex with other women, I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You tell me often that I am the love of your life, your soulmate, and the future mother of your children and that is exactly what I want to be.

I am sorry if this disappoints you. Especially since I was the one who opened Pandora’s box. I wish I had never done so. But that ship has sailed. If this is to be the end of us, I just want you to know that I will always love you, and will always regret that it was my stupidity that ended our wonderful marriage.

Your loving wife, soulmate, and hopefully future mother of your children.

Cheryl

I looked up at her, tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t know what to say. How could she have thought that she was letting me down in that way? I silently cursed Sheila and her interference. Poor Cheryl had been living in torment for months thinking that she was failing our marriage, failing me when nothing could have been further from the truth.

Silently I handed her the second piece of paper. My answer to the question.

She held the paper in her hands, scared to open it. Her eyes were on mine trying to get a clue as to what it would say.

Eventually, she tore her gaze away from mine, and after taking a deep breath to steady herself she opened my answer and looked inside.

I had not been quite so loquacious as she. Indeed, I had only written two words.

“FUCK NO!!!!”

With a cry, she threw herself into my arms sobbing.

For some time after that, we just sat holding each other while she cried and I thought about how I was going to handle the next part. I was happy that we had navigated this particular minefield, but there were still mines in the waters ahead. I wasn’t sure how she would react when she found out the true story, nor how she would react when she found out I had been spying on her. I felt justified given what had happened, but would she see it that way?

After a while, the sobbing stopped and I thought she might have fallen asleep, but when I looked down at her, she was looking up at me, she had been watching me for some time.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked quietly.

“I was thinking that we still had a lot to talk about. I need to tell you some things, some things that you might not like but you need to hear them anyway.”

“Can we talk tomorrow?” she asked, “Right now all I want is to go to bed and fall asleep in your arms. I was so scared.” she said in a small voice.”

“I know babe!” I said “So was I. I thought I was going to lose you!”

“You are never getting away from me,” she said smiling.

Taking my hands she led me to the bedroom and then we both got ready for bed.

We spent the night in each other’s arms, just holding onto one another and it felt glorious.

I was woken early the next morning when Cheryl’s phone pinged to say she had a text.

Cheryl read the text, then before I could ask, she passed to phone to me.

Unsurprisingly the text was from Sheila.

“Morning Kitten, how are you feeling? Last night didn’t go according to plan. How did he take it? Give me a call if you want me to come over and talk to him with you.”

“Kitten?” I asked. I had seen Sheila call Cheryl that a few times on the security recordings but Cheryl did not know about those yet.

Cheryl blushed “She started calling me that a few weeks ago. I didn’t think about it. I have heard her use it Tracey and even the twins. I just thought it was her way.”

“Are you going to reply?” I asked.

“What do you think?” she replied.

I shrugged. “It’s up to you. She texted you, not me.”

Cheryl bit her lip before tapping on her phone for a short while. She showed me the text before she sent it.

“We are all good here. As you can guess Alan was a little shocked, but we are talking it through. Can we talk tomorrow?”

I handed her phone back and she hit send.

Her phone pinged again, and she once again read the text before showing it to me.

“No problem. Call me if you need, remember we love you.”

She turned her phone off and dropped it back onto her side table.

“We do need to talk,” I said, and she nodded sadly.

I got up and after a very quick shower got dressed and went into the kitchen to make coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I went into my workshop and grabbed the laptop from there. I put it on the table. I had some confessions of my own to make.

Cheryl came in having had her shower and I handed her a cup of the brew.

Neither of us was hungry so we just sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“Now,” I replied, “We need to sell the house and move away from these bunch of freaks.” There was probably a little more heat in my reply than was wise.

“But..” she started.

“Cheryl,” I said gently.” There are things going on here that you don’t know about. Things I discovered over the past few weeks. This is not just some innocent swingers club, this is something akin to a cult, with Jeremy as its leader. Did you know, for instance, that Bob isn’t the father of the twins? Jeremy is?”

Cheryl stared at me, her mouth wide. “How do you know?” she asked.

I looked at her gravely for a moment and then said.

“I need you to listen to what I am going to tell you. Please let me finish and I’ll tell you everything I know, and how I know it. Once I have told you everything you can ask any questions you have then. Will that be ok?”

She nodded with some obvious trepidation.

I told her my story, How I had come home to hear her and Sheila talking, and decided to try and see what was going on. I told her about the cameras, about the listening device in the Twins’ Games console, and played some of the clips for her. When she saw Sheila putting something in her drink she put her hand to her mouth in horror. I played her all the soundtrack recorded on the listening device at Bob and Sheila’s including where they talked about Jeremy getting her pregnant, and also the recording from the week before the meeting where the plan to induct us was laid out. I also told her about my visit with Gerald Sykes and what he had told me, and then played the tape of Sheila telling Bob that she was going to introduce Cheryl to “Ramone” as she had Stephanie. I explained how I had come up with the IRS audit to interrupt this plan and to also ensure that Cheryl wasn’t alone for the rest of the week, showing her the tape of Sheila once again trying to give her drugged wine.

After I finished my tale, I sat waiting for her to assimilate all the information I had given her. This was possibly the most scared I had been. I knew I had crossed the line in spying on her but even now I felt it was justified, given the circumstances. I didn’t do it to invade her privacy, I did it to protect her, and us.

“Where are the cameras?” she asked.

“One in here, one in the living room, one in the office, one on the deck, and one in the bedroom,” I said softly.

“The bedroom?” she asked her eyes going wide. “Then you saw…” She blushed scarlet.

“I saw my beautiful wife doing something selfless thinking that it would make our love stronger. And if you enjoyed the experience then where’s the harm?” I said to her. Her blush deepened.

She was silent for a few minutes after. Then suddenly she looked dead in the eye and said.

“You BASTARD!!!”

I recoiled but she followed me.

“Three FUCKING DAYS!!” she yelled “THREE FULL FUCKING DAYS I sweated on that tax audit and now you tell me it wasn’t real??? All that work was for nothing?”

I couldn’t help myself; I began to laugh.

For a moment she glared at me, then I saw the corner of her mouth twitch up, and then we were both howling with laughter. The total absurdity of the situation released all the tension that had accumulated in us both over the previous weeks. We laughed until we cried, and then we just sat holding each other, emotionally drained but content. I knew we would be ok.

Six months later…..

We had had to move offices. The business was still growing, and we had employed two more techs, and also we had decided that Cheryl needed to work at the office and needed a desk to work from. As the demand for our services increased there was more for her to do and she was relishing being a part of it.

We had each packed a bag on that Sunday afternoon and moved into a room in a long-stay motel until we found ourselves somewhere more permanent to rent. We listed the house and when we found ourselves another place, had movers go and pack up everything from our old house and put it into a storage unit. We would use another company to move it into our new place and ensure that it would be as difficult as possible for them to find out where we had moved to. I didn’t think they would try to follow us, but I wanted as clean a break as possible from them as I could. We changed our cell phone numbers also.

This particular morning, we were happy as we had just received an offer on the house, which was nearly 20k over what we paid for it. So we came out of it financially quite well. It didn’t hurt that it was a couple of gay guys who were moving in. I wondered idly if they would be asked to join the cabal.

“There’s someone here to see you,” one of our techs announced and I looked up.

A beautiful young redhead came into the room, and I stood to meet her.

“Cheryl who was sitting at her desk looked on shocked as this woman dashed over and threw her arms around me crying.”

“Umm,” I said intelligently, patting her awkwardly on the back.

I saw movement at the door and Gerald Sykes walked in, smiling. Everything clicked into place.

“Cheryl,” I said. “This is Gerald Sykes the person who owned the house before us. And I am hoping that this is Stephanie?” I tried to disentangle myself from the sobbing woman. Cheryl stood up, came over, and helped to extricate me.

“We were walking down the block and saw your new offices. I pointed them out to Steph, and she wanted to come in and say hello and thank you.” Gerald said.

“Well.” I said “Hello Stephanie” I handed her a paper towel. While beautiful, a face full of tears and snot was not doing her look any favours.

“I’m so sorry” she sniffed. “When I saw you and thought of how you had saved me, the thoughts of what had happened hit me once again and I lost control. Even now I still wake up thinking that the last six months were a dream, and that the nightmare of the previous year is still the reality. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t helped us”

Cheryl put her arm around Stephanie and led her to the couch we kept in the office. She gestured for Gerald to sit and we sent one of the techs to the coffee cart (we had found a new one near the new offices) to get us all coffee.

While we sat drinking coffee we told them what had happened to us, and how we had, by the skin of our teeth and with a great deal of luck, managed to escape. They both laughed when we told them we had sold the house to a gay couple.

“You never know,” I said “maybe that is what they need to strengthen their relationships” everyone laughed.

15 years later…

I can hardly believe how time has flown. The business took off so well that I franchised it and now there are 15 stores with my company name on them. I don’t need to work anymore, I just keep a weather eye on the business and make suggestions.

And now I am sitting on the deck of my home. Cheryl is swimming lazily in the pool, a young man pacing her. I have a beautiful young woman curled up in my lap snoozing after her swim.

Get your mind out of the gutter!!!

The young woman is Jodie, our 8-year-old daughter, a real daddy’s girl who loves to snuggle up, especially when she is tired. The young man in the pool with Cheryl is our son, Jamie who is 12. He loves to swim and keeps both Cheryl and me fit by almost constantly challenging us to race him.

We kept in touch with Gerald and Stephanie and became good friends. They were due to come over in an hour or so with their three kids.

Of Jeremy and Beth, Dave, Tracey, Bob, and Sheila we heard nothing. They never tried to contact us, nor us them. As far as I know, the two gay guys are still living in the house but more than that I couldn’t say.

We don’t really care.
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