The Neighborhood Wife

by Jason Lenov

  “Here,” Lorelei whispered, reaching down between my legs. Her hand closed around my sack sending me careening over the edge climax.

  As I groaned and pumped my cock gush after hot gush of seed spilled from me landing impotently on the sheets. Straining against the rush of pleasure I saw Lorelei smile.

  The orgasm dragged on and on as Lorelei squeezed every last drop out of me with her hand. Even when I was done she kept stroking my balls as I held onto my cock.

  When one final shudder rushed through me I had to move her hand away because it had actually started to hurt, her touching me there.

  “Mmm,” Lorelei purred. “That was nice.” She closed her eyes and her body went still.

  Nice?

  I didn’t understand what was so nice about it. An after-orgasm sobriety settled on my mind and I started having second, then third thoughts about everything.

  This was, no doubt, the hottest thing we’d ever done. Lorelei seemed sexually liberated in a way I never could have hoped for just one short week ago. But what price had we paid for that?

  As I played over the memory of what she’d looked like letting Reg come inside her I wondered if I’d ever be able to make it stop? Would I be a walking zombie, forever doomed to thinking about the fact that my wife had eagerly taken another man’s cum into her after rejecting mine?

  Would Lorelei ever be the same? The memory of the word’s she’d said when he first sank into her drifted into my mind.

  I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.

  It was clear now what she’d been talking about. She’d never known that anyone could make her feel that way.

  A dark fear loomed inside me. How could someone discover something like that and not want more? Could they? Would Lorelei ever come back to being just with me? Or would the memory of Reg that deep inside her haunt her and push her back into his arms?

  I drifted off to sleep beside her with all of that running through my head. I woke up to Shanice’s gentle touch on my arm. She was smiling down at me and shaking me awake.

  “Jake? Hi. Did you have a nice nap?”

  I rubbed my eyes and peered out the window wondering what time it was. “Where’s Lorelei?” I asked, not finding her next to me.

  Shanice smiled in that sweet way she had. “Well, we had a bit of a change of plans. We decided to invite some people over for a party. I hope you don’t mind? Lorelei said it would be fine. We’ll come over to your place another day though, alright?”

  “Uh, sure. I guess that’s fine. Where is she?”

  “Oh she’s downstairs. Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s a real social butterfly!” Shanice giggled in a way that made me cringe.

  Social butterfly? That didn’t sound like my Lorelei.

  “Come on. Let’s get you up. You can freshen up in the bathroom then join us downstairs.”

  I scrambled up off the bed and staggered out into the hall towards the bathroom.

  The sounds of a raucous party floated up the stairs. I heard Lorelei’s high-pitched laugh rise up among a wave of low voices.

  I rushed to the bathroom, threw some cold water on my face, then hurried down the stairs with Shanice following me.

  The place was packed.

  “I thought you said you didn’t have any friends here?” I asked, searching the room for Lorelei. There were so many people there and nearly all of them were black. I relaxed somewhat at the sight of a few women in the crowd. However most of the people there were men.

  I spotted Lorelei standing with a drink in her hand surrounded by three rather large guys. She was smiling and laughing and every once in a while she would touch her neck and look away shyly.

  “Well what do you know!” Reg’s unmistakable baritone boomed from across the room.

  The voices hushed and suddenly all eyes were on me.

  “It’s our sleepy friend!” he exclaimed. He walked over, drink in hand and slapped a big hand on my shoulder.

  I did my best not to wince at the bolt of pain. It was all very confusing. I didn’t want to be a spoil-sport but what I really wanted to do was just take Lorelei and go home. I felt like we needed some time together to, I don’t know, straighten things out, I guess.

  “What can I get you?” Reg asked.

  “Uh, red wine, I guess?”

  He nodded at Shanice and she walked off into the kitchen, presumably to fix my drink.

  The din rose as people started chatting again.

  My eyes rose to meet Reg’s and I forced a smile. “Quite a crowd,” I muttered, glancing back to where Lorelei was standing.

  “You feeling alright, friend?” Reg asked.

  The question seemed genuine and kind enough and made me feel a little bad. Bad because even though I’d been the one to push Lorelei into his arms, I had started having some ill-will towards him for what he’d done. “I’m fine,” I muttered, forcing another smile.

  Reg frowned. “Hmm. Doesn’t seem like you are. You want to talk?”

  It made me realize that I did want to talk. Not necessarily to Reg, though he would probably do. I was having a hard time parsing everything that had happened and maybe just saying some stuff out loud would help.

  “Come on,” he said before I had a chance to answer. He led me through the crowd and into a room lined with bookshelves and closed the door. He took a seat in one of the chairs by the window and invited me to do the same. “You’re having a hard time with what happened, aren’t you?” he asked. His smile had disappeared.

  My face flushed with embarrassment because he’d hit the nail on the head. “Kind of, I guess.”

  Reg nodded and set his drink down. “Relax. It happens to everyone.”

  “It does?”

  “Sure thing. You’ve just gone through a big thing. You watched your wife take another man. That’s not something you can just forget about the same day.”

  It was so reassuring hearing Reg, experienced as he was in this whole swinging thing, say that to me. “Do you ever feel like that?”

  Reg shrugged. “Not anymore.”

  “But you did? Like, when you guys first started doing this?” I asked.

  “Sure, I guess,” Reg replied. “You feeling jealous?”

  I thought about the question for a while. “Yeah. I think that’s part of it.”

  “Yup,” Reg said, nodding. “Totally normal.”

  I was feeling better with each reassurance. “It is, huh?”

  “Sure. With a sweet little pussy like that, hell, I’d want to keep it all to myself too!” Reg said, then burst into a roaring laugh. He picked up his drink and took a sip. “Thing is, you’ve got to decide whether you’re man enough to do it again.”

  Fear gripped my insides. “What do you mean?”

  “Not everyone can, you know,” Reg explained. “Some guys try it once and never go back. That’s alright. You can do that right now. You can take your wife home and tell her that’s that and with each passing day the memory of this will fade. You’ll be back to normal in no time!” Reg said, grinning.

  Seemed like there was a catch. “Or?” I asked.

  “Or, you can stay and see how far down the rabbit hole you want to go. How much you can take.”

  My cock started to harden at what seemed like a dare. “How do you mean?” I asked.

  “Well, most of the folks you see out there will be gone after dinner. The ones that stay, well, they’re into the same kind of lifestyle. I bet if you stick around you’ll get to see Lorelei do all sorts of things you never thought she’d do. How does that sound?”

  How did that sound?

  It sounded terrifying, for one thing. It sounded like he’d just opened the gates to hell and asked me if I wanted to take a peek inside. But here’s the thing with terrible propositions like that. Isn’t there always a part of you that wants to see how bad things can get?

  My imagination started racing as I imagined all the filthy thing Reg and his gang could coax Lorelei into doing. How much power did he have over
her? How much of a slut would she become for him? And for me, I guess. That was kind of the point.

  “Does she know about this?” I asked.

  Reg chuckled softly. “Trust me, Lorelei will be just fine. She’s out there having a great time. She was drawn to those guys like a moth to a flame as soon as they walked into the room.”

  His words sent a stab of jealousy through me. “So you told her? You told her what would happen if we stayed?” I asked.

  Reg shook his head. “Lorelei knows already. She’s a natural at this. She can’t wait to see what’s next. You saw what she did when I was fucking her. Couldn’t bring herself to ask me to pull out.”

  His easy-going attitude about how loose Lorelei had become was unsettling. “What if I say no? What if we go home?”

  Reg shrugged. “Then we can just be good neighbors who smile and wave at each other from down the street. No harm done. You can just live your life as if none of this ever happened.”

  I was having a hard time coming up with what to do. I wished I could bring Lorelei in and talk to her about it but Reg seemed adamant that her mind was already made up. Not only that but he didn’t seem open to the idea of pulling her away from the party.

  I suppose I could have demanded it, told him that I had to talk to my wife. Trouble was, I think a part of me was scared about what she was going to say. More accurately, I was scared that she might say “no.”

  Which should have been fine. We’d had a good time and there was no reason to keep going “down the rabbit hole,” as Reg had said.

  I sat ruminating over what to do, trying to weigh all sides and mostly think with my head instead of my cock.

  But the cock found a way to be heard.

  “Okay,” I said quietly after much thought. “We’ll stay.”

  Reg smiled and stood up. “Don’t worry friend,” he said, grinning and opening the door, letting the noise of the party into the room. “No matter how deep the hole goes, I’m sure you’ll find your way out.”

  Chapter 18

  Reg was a master at the barbecue. The guests could barely stop gushing about well the steaks were cooked.

  I was way too nervous to eat. I kept skulking around the corners of the house and the yard trying to find a moment to be alone with Lorelei. But every time I thought I had her to myself someone would come and join us and start chatting her up.

  She’d get engrossed in the conversation and seemingly forget that I was there and would get led off to chat with a different group.

  As the crowd thinned the number of women went down until there were only two left. Shanice and Lorelei.

  There were still plenty of men, probably half a dozen not including Reg, all of them black. As the sun set the smell of marijuana rose up over the yard.

  Lorelei had been fed a steady stream of cocktails so that once the crowd had been whittled down she was tipsy but not smashed.

  As we moved inside to get away from the chill in the evening air, she was surrounded by three or four guys, all of them well-built and very large.

  Reg opened the door to the basement and I watched as, one by one, the guests disappeared down the stairs, including Lorelei.

  Shanice was the last one and she turned to me and smiled. “Well? You’ve made your choice. Are you ready to see who your wife really is?” she asked.

  It seemed like a dramatic way of phrasing the question. This wasn’t supposed to be some reckoning, was it? Just a friendly little party with a few of the Jackson’s friends.

  Right?

  Steadying myself against the nerves that were rattling my insides, I walked through the door and descended into the darkened basement. With each step down my eyes adjusted to the light. Reaching the foot of the stairs, I took in the scene that was already unfolding, my hands shaking nervously.

  Lorelei as in the center of the room. Someone had already managed to take her clothes, or maybe she’d removed them herself, who knows? One of the men was behind her kissing her neck, his dark hands gripping her breasts and kneading them.

  The other guys were all standing around in a circle. Some of them had their shirts off. One of them was already completely naked, stroking his thick cock to life.

  Reg stood behind them in the shadows, arms crossed and smiling.

  I couldn’t be sure if he was watching me or them or Lorelei or what, but he seemed pleased by what was happening.

  Shanice came up behind me. “You should take a seat,” she said, pointing to a single chair in the corner. “This might take a while.”

  Her words made me shiver. What had I done by staying? How could I have signed Lorelei up for this, not to mention myself, without even talking to her?

  Watching her sway against the dark body behind her, her eyes closed and her nipples rigid from his wandering hands, I felt my cock press against my pants. I moved through the darkness and sat down quietly in the corner of the room.

  “Y’all brought your condoms, right?” Reg asked, stepping out from the shadows and sounding a lot more familiar with his friends than he had with us.

  The group of men burst into laughter.

  Lorelei, seemingly oblivious to what was being talked about, smiled.

  The circle of men tightened around her, forcing me to shift the chair to get a better view.

  As Lorelei swayed in her dream-like trance, the man behind her lowered her down until she was on her knees.

  I caught a glimpse of his cock. It was big. Not as big as Reg, but big enough.

  He put his hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy. A grin spread across his face. “Bitch is wet already,” he said, making a few of the other men chuckle again.

  Lorelei dropped forward onto her hands. With the way her back was arched and her ass was sticking up into the air she really did look like an animal in heat. With her mouth hanging open she started swaying back and forth, sliding her slick pussy along the guy’s hand.

  Another guy stepped up in front of her holding his cock up.

  Before he could get it into her mouth, the one behind her reached around and pushed his finger in.

  Lorelei stuck out her tongue and started sucking the dark finger until he pulled it out with a wet pop. The sound made her open her eyes just in time to see cock in front of her get shoved deep into her mouth.

  Her eyes bulged as the hard dick moved into her throat.

  The guy behind her, still rubbing her pussy, took his wet finger and pressed it against her ass.

  A shiver of regret raced through me. This was nothing like the sex she’d had with Reg. He’d fucked her hard, for sure, but these guys were doing something totally different. They were just going to use her like a fuck doll.

  Shame swelled inside me even as my cock grew fully stiff.

  The guy with the cock in her mouth put a hand on either side of her head and started thrusting his hips back and forth sending his cock deep into her throat.

  Back guy pressed the tip of his wet finger against her tight back hole, twisted and pushed it inside her ass. The hand he had between her legs started moving side to side faster and faster flicking at her soaked, swollen clit.

  Lorelei’s thighs started shaking as a climax swelled inside her. She started moaning, each moan spilling over the hard flesh of black cock rutting into the back of her throat.

  As her climax ripped through her, the guy popped the cock out of her mouth. With a few quick strokes he started nutting, spilling a hot, thick, creamy load onto Lorelei’s pretty face.

  To lost in her own pleasure to care, she took it, her mouth hanging open as she moaned through the orgasm, cum dripping onto her tongue.

  I shuddered at the terror of what was happening to my wife and yet, I was riveted to the chair. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare and try to ignore my own straining cock.

  As soon as her climax had passed, Lorelei looked like she was going to collapse. She was swaying back and forth on all fours and looked like all she wanted was to lie down.

 
The boys were having none of that.

  The guy that had been flicking her off got on his back and crawled under her. He paused between her legs, sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Lorelei was suddenly reanimated, her back arching all over again revealing the tight, brown hole that led into her ass.

  After a few more sucks, the guy beneath her crawled up higher, sucking her tits into his mouth this time.

  Lorelei moaned as a third dude took up position behind her, stroking himself hard.

  Oh God. Oh God. I didn’t know if I could watch this. It felt like my stomach had no bottom and my whole body was sinking into the dark hole inside.

  The guy under her crawled the last foot or so up, until his stiff cock was pointed at her dripping wet puss. He took his cock in hand, gave her a few light taps, then lifted his hips driving up into her cunt.

  Lorelei gasped, then groaned but quickly sank down onto his thick meat and started to ride.

  The guy behind her stepped in, spreading his legs so he could get above her, pointing his cock down.

  I sat there shaking my head thinking no, no, no, no… But did I do anything? Not a thing. Maybe I couldn’t. I don’t know. Maybe that’s just a lie I tell myself now. Maybe I didn’t want to. Maybe I wanted to see just how far Lorelei could go.

  The guy beneath her steadied her, putting his hands on her ass so she couldn’t move and fucking his cock up into her instead.

  Lorelei looked back. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. “I don’t… I mean I’ve never… “ She looked suddenly so scared and so helpless.

  “Relax baby,” the guy beneath her said. “You be a-ight.”

  My eyes popped open wide as the pink tip of the guy’s cock touched Lorelei’s tight ass hole.

  Lorelei gasped and started to struggle a bit but then settled down.

  The guy underneath her was still fucking her but Lorelei kept looking back, like she wanted to see what it would look like, some guy’s black cock disappearing inside her ass.

  The guy spat on his hand, then worked it over the head of his cock. Bringing it down onto Lorelei’s ass hole, he stepped forward.