Envious Of My Neighbors

I had always been jealous of my neighbors. Doug and Jennifer were able to juggle it all-- two kids, two jobs, evening classes, housework, parties, social events, baseball games, camping weekends, and probably a lot more I wasn't privy to. Something was always happening. Whenever we spoke, they had smiles on their faces and always a kind word to say. It seemed to me, they were truly living, while the rest of us were just going through the motions.

I had always been envious of their good fortune. My own life felt like it was on a different path.

My wife and I decided to split after seven years. We just weren't right for each other, whatever spark had brought us together, had slowly burned out.

I found myself in my late thirties, suddenly single, completely out of my depth in the dating world, not sure of what I wanted, or how to get it. I was lost.

When Doug and Jennifer invited me to a backyard barbecue, I tried to politely decline, but Doug wasn't having it. "Listen, I'm not one to pry into your personal life, but since Carla left, we hardly ever see you. Your marriage ended, I get it, so did my first marriage. It's okay to mourn that, but it's not okay to hole up in your house drinking and wallowing in it," he said, his hand on my shoulder.

"Come over Friday, hang out, have a drink. Be social, if not for yourself, then for us," she added.

"Okay. One drink. For you guys," I replied.

"We'll start with one," he said. "And if you find yourself accidentally having fun, it's a short stumble home if you want to have a few more."

When Friday rolled around, I did what I could to pull myself together-- took a long shower, gave my beard a neat trim, and put on my 'best' casual shirt. I looked at myself and wasn't overly pleased. I needed a haircut and to lose twenty pounds. I tried on a smile, but even I wasn't buying it.

I made my way over around seven-thirty. The backyard was already busy, a few people I recognized locally, but most I didn't know. They had a large pool and the yard was covered in tiki torches with some tables and chairs near an outdoor couch next to the pool. Doug was working the grill, the smell of charred meats filling the air. His wife, Jennifer, was chatting with two couples while putting out sides and desserts.

I grabbed a beer from a cooler, and made my way over to Doug. He was average height, dark hair with a little salt and pepper on the sides. He was in good shape with just a hint of dad bod taking over.

"Nice setup, thanks for having me. I don't see the kids around?"

"They're at my parents' for the night, adults only. Kinda thought you might make an excuse and bail, glad you decided to come. It's a bit bigger than even we expected, seems every person we invited showed up!" Doug said.

"Yeah, it's a pretty great party, very diverse crowd, glad I came. Anything I can help with?" I asked.

It had been a while since Carla and I had thrown a party, but I always loved cooking for a crowd. In the happier days, she and I would tag-team things; she, the social butterfly, and me, the chef and server. Odd as it was, but I enjoyed that role, making people happy with food and drink. I was always trying to elevate what I made, trying new cocktail recipes, expanding my cooking skills; I didn't realize how much I missed that.

"You know what, I need to prep some things and make the rounds; you mind running the grill for a bit," he asked, and I readily agreed.

In addition to giving me something to do, so I wasn't standing alone in the corner, it also gave me a chance to meet people as they wandered by, looking for a fresh bite or special request. Someone brought me a second beer and I actually found myself having just a bit of fun, talking to people.

"Was going to relieve you, but not actually sure you want me to?" Doug called out, from behind me.

"Oh... uh... your call, I'm good to keep going if you want to mingle?" I said.

He patted me on the back, and said, "Thanks for this. Gave me a chance to mingle and talk," he said, smiling amiably.

I noticed his hand hadn't moved, and I realized it actually felt comforting. I had gone from living with someone twenty-four-seven, to having almost no human contact as I worked from home-- and I missed it.

He added, "So, it's been close to a year now, have you started putting yourself back out there yet? Plenty of people here tonight who would probably be interested."

"Not yet. Sorting my own mess out before I bring someone else into it. Besides, it's mostly couples here," I said, scanning the party.

Doug shrugged.

I didn't think much of the comment, and I continued cooking, waiting until there was a good char on the chicken, and the steak was reaching the right temperature to begin offloading onto a series of platters. People began to eat, and it felt good to be useful. I shut down the grill, cleaned, and grabbed another beer before finding a spot.

The more I loosened up, the more I mingled. As the night passed by, I stopped to grab another drink, and I took a seat. I realized the party had been emptying out, with only a few people still milling about. I caught Jennifer walking towards me, out of the corner of my eye.

"Hey, sweetie, well done tonight with all the cooking," Jennifer said. "Glad to see you here and, dare I say it, actually enjoying yourself?" A wry smile was spreading across her face.

"Yeah, I guess I need a kick in the ass sometimes to get going," I replied.

"You're not alone, Doug does, too. I'm starting to think he enjoys it? I swear sometimes he plays dumb, hoping I'll smack him on the ass," she said, her grin growing. She held her drink delicately with her fingertips swirling the glass.

Jennifer was early forties, five-foot-seven-inches tall and curvy, with dark brown hair. She had an easy way about her, like every day was a vacation. Between my long dry spell and the way she was talking, I found myself getting a little excited. It was silly, this was my neighbor and Doug's wife-- I must be so far out of the game that I was misreading signals. Fortunately, I was saved from those thoughts as Doug wandered over to join her.

"You clean up nice, too," Jen said, as Doug hovered next to her.

"Really? I feel like I need a haircut, it's gotten a bit long," I said, uncomfortable talking about my appearance.

"Not at all," Doug chimed in. His hand went to my head and he ran his fingers through it.

It was an oddly intimate gesture for two neighbors, and I was suddenly very aware that my breathing was heavy and my heart rate was elevated.

"Longer hair means more to play with. And a better grip," he finished, gripping my hair briefly before releasing.

Something about that grip struck a chord in me. I felt my cock jump a little and my mouth go dry. I had experimented a little with a guy in college, but I'd never been open about my bisexuality, with others, my then-wife, or even with myself. The clinking of ice against glass dragged me back from my thoughts.

"Let me grab you both another drink," I said, hoping to buy myself some time to process.

I took their glasses and hustled off to the makeshift bar set up in the backyard. Was Doug hitting on me? Was Jennifer? Both, maybe? My head was swimming as I put together the drinks. I considered just making a run for it, but what was I scared of? They were nice people, and downright attractive. And besides, they were married; it's not like anything was going to happen.

I came back with two negronis as Doug and Jennifer were saying goodbye to the last of the stragglers. I waited patiently till they were walking about to approach. "Two negronis," I said, handing them each a glass. "I had to improvise a bit with white wine, instead of vermouth."

"Wow, so you cook, bartend, AND serve?" Jen asked.

Something about the way she leaned into the word 'serve' sent a shiver down my spine.

"Yes ma'am, I aim to please," I replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

"We noticed," Doug said, very matter of factly. "In fact, we've been noticing you for a while. We really like how you carry yourself. A people pleaser."

"We've always been very discreet, Derek. We don't like to mix our personal lives with our, let's call it, social life. So we need to know if we can trust you tonight?" Jennifer said, a commanding presence in her voice.

"Of course," I replied. "You can trust me. I'd do anything for the two of you."

"We may put that to the test, later," Doug quipped, before Jennifer pinched him and he went quiet.

"We wanted you to know that we are... adventurous," Jennifer said, her voice matter of fact, but still sultry. "We love each other deeply, we come first for one another, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun with others, every now and then."

"Um. Okay. Are you saying...?" My voice trailed off, not wanting to verbalize what I was thinking.

"It's called ethical non-monogamy," she said, with a casual lightness in her voice. "We involve others into our sexual experiences, and find it heightens the pleasure for both of us. But our relationship is built around communication, honesty, respect, and most importantly, consent," she added.

"I don't see what this has to do with me?" I said, feeling very uncomfortable.

Doug chimed in, "We weren't sure how to talk to you about this, but we wanted to let you know this is a safe space, and you can talk to us or ask questions. We wanted you to know that we trust you to keep our secret, and you can trust us to keep yours. We accidentally found your FetLife profile."

My entire body froze.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I had made that profile after the divorce, hoping to explore some things Liz had never been into, and some things I never had the courage to tell her. I kept my name off it, I made sure my face wasn't in any photos, I had tried to be as anonymous as possible.

"Don't freak out. We don't want to scare you," Jennifer said. "If you want to get up and go home and forget this ever happened, you can, and we'll never bring it up again. We respect your privacy, it was a complete accident, and we have been struggling with what to do about it. We recognized some parts of your house in the background of some of your photos."

MY PHOTOS. I had taken pictures of my cock, thinking it would be more anonymous than my face. I didn't think anyone scrolling a kink site might recognize my penis. I'd been exploring my bi side, chatting with men more than women, figuring out my role.

A panic swept over me, as I began thinking of all the things I'd written in my profile.

"Breathe, sweetie. Take deep breaths," Jennifer said, in a calming voice. "You're among friends. We get it. Your personality in the streets doesn't have to be who you are between the sheets. You're entitled to your privacy. This wasn't something we planned. We won't say anything to anyone. We thought about not telling you either... except..."

I was trying to catch my breath as if I'd just been running. My head was spinning, trying to process everything. My neighbors had seen my cock, shared it between them, looking at it long enough to recognize my house in the background. As these thoughts raced through my mind, I felt myself stiffen. Something about them sharing my photo with one another, seeing my hard cock, commenting on it-- I felt lightheaded. My emotions were swinging between panic and excitement like a pendulum.

"Except what?" I managed to say, my voice unsteady.

"You're exactly what we were looking for," Doug said. "Like, exactly. It's uncanny."

There was a long pause, as I tried to straighten out the thoughts in my brain. They patiently waited for me, comforting smiles on their faces, as torch light rippled across the dark yard. The thought hit me, if I was what they were looking for, did that mean?

"Are you... bi?" I finally said, after some time had passed.

Doug nodded, but Jennifer spoke, "We've shared a few men. Doug discovered that side of himself a few years ago, and we've been exploring it together ever since, sometimes with other couples, and sometimes individuals. With me he's typically submissive, but with other men, he tends to be more dominant."

The firelight danced across her face, and she smiled warmly. I felt the knot of tension inside me easing up. Something about the casual nature of the conversation was putting me at ease. As if we weren't discussing something I had been terrified to admit to another human only ten minutes earlier.

Jennifer continued, "It's not easy, finding the right person can be tough. We often have to look pretty far for a submissive bisexual man, who can take direction, loves to please, lives locally and can make a really good negroni," she finished, twirling her drink in her hand, in a way I found oddly attractive.

"We've had a fun night, a few drinks, flirted with some friends," Doug said. "Our kids are away and Jennifer and I are probably going to go inside and take full advantage of the empty house. If you want to call it a night, and take some time to process, we totally understand. This is a lot to digest, and we want you to know that we're supportive of your journey, and we'll be respectful of your privacy."

"But..." Jennifer chimed in, standing up.

I looked up at her, as she stood over me. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, knowing my thoughts at that moment.

"If you want to follow us inside, we'd be happy to show you how we reward a good boy like yourself," she finished, her hand running through my hair before sliding down my face and through my beard.

She turned and began to saunter toward the house, her ass leaving a lasting impression on me. Doug stood up, a noticeable bulge present that hadn't been there when the conversation started, and followed her inside.

I remained still, not moving. I wanted to go home. I wanted to chase them inside. I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. But most of all, I wanted to wake up without regrets.

I'd been working through something I couldn't describe since the divorce, a fear of having missed out on so many experiences, of having wasted half my life. Being jealous of Doug and Jennifer wasn't fair, this life didn't fall into their laps, they worked at it. It wasn't luck, they made it happen for themselves. I wanted this, but like so many things in my life, I was about to do the safe thing, the easy decision, to go home to bury that part of myself. I didn't want to wake up in another seven years having barely lived.

I stood up, and I walked into the house.

I walked past the kitchen and down the hallway; there was an open door with the light on. I stood in the doorway and saw Doug had taken off his shirt, and was making out with Jennifer. She had an open top on, revealing a red bra with black lace and matching panties. I stood there, watching them for a moment, not sure of what to do next.

Jennifer spotted me, and pulled back a moment. "Come have a seat between us, let's have a quick chat first."

She scooted over on their king-size bed, leaving a space for me. I sat rigidly, hand on my knees.

"It's okay to be new to this, we'll go slow, and if you're uncomfortable or want to stop, please tell us. This is only fun if we're all enjoying it. That said, after reading your profile, I was excited to have someone so submissive. We wanted to have a partner who we can both enjoy fully. I am going to instruct you, and you are going to follow my instructions, understand?"

I nodded.

She shook her head in response. "I need to hear you say it, and you will address me as ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I felt Doug rubbing my shoulders from behind. My heart was racing, and my cock was stiff as a board.

"Good boy. I am really proud of you for joining us," she said, taking my face in both hands and pulling me in for a kiss.

My lips parted for her tongue as she held me in place. I felt Doug kissing my neck, his hands beginning to roam across my chest and stomach. My body felt like it was melting, as I released control to this couple. Jennifer pulled back, breaking our kiss and turned my head, gently but insistently, as Doug took her place exploring my mouth with his tongue. My hand instinctively went to the back of his head to pull him in closer. Every inhibition was fleeing my body, replaced with a hunger for this beautiful couple.

"I love a man who enjoys a good make-out session. Let's get you more comfortable," I heard Jennifer say, as she worked the buttons on my shirt. She slid it off my arms and then worked my undershirt free. If I had been free to speak, I'd have told her to tear it off rather than break our kiss, but I felt Doug's tongue withdraw, and over my head it went.

I was getting so turned on, I had trouble deciding which way to turn, who to please. I wanted them both so badly.

"Take off his pants," I heard Jennifer say, her voice taking on a more commanding tone.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied with a grin.

I slid off the bed and onto my knees in front of Doug, who lay back, propped on elbows. Jennifer moved to sit next to him and they began to make out. I undid his belt and unzipped his fly, not accidentally brushing the bulge I could feel pressing through. He lifted his ass slightly and I slid the pants off, revealing a tight pair of sexy multicolored underwear, with a perfect outline of his manhood showing through. With one finger in each side, under the waistband, I pulled them down slowly to reveal my prize. He was already halfway hard, almost eight inches circumcised, with a pronounced lightly colored head. I stood there, staring at it, drinking in the sight.

"It's a great-looking cock, I know," Jennifer said, her hands sliding through the hair on Doug's chest. "You want to be a good boy and suck it, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said sheepishly, still a little afraid to voice my own desires.

"Get up here onto the bed. I want you both within my reach," she said, as we repositioned.

Doug lay back against the headboard, and I crawled on all fours up to him on the bed.

"You're such a cute slut on your hands and knees," Jennifer said.

Doug's hand was sliding through my hair before he took a firm grip on my head, and said, "I know you've been craving this, go ahead and suck it."

I didn't have to be told twice. I lifted his cock by the base and slid him into my mouth. I was able to get most of him in without gagging. My tongue worked the underside of his cock, and I lost myself in the experience. I felt his hands roaming across my shoulders and through my hair.

"I was worried we'd have to teach you everything, but... Oh right, like that... you're quite the little cocksucker," he said.

I felt her dragging her nails across my back, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. "Do not make him cum. I want this night to last. To last," Jennifer said.

I tried to slow down, but I was lost in the moment, so focused on his cock. I felt a sharp pain, and realized she had bitten me on my back. I pulled off and looked back at her, to see her smiling with her teeth bared just a little.

She was glaring at me, as she said, "Slow. Down."

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," I replied, before turning back to Doug.

The expression on his face was pure amusement. He cocked his eyebrow, and I lifted his shaft to begin licking and sucking. He had a tight sack and two well-defined balls, which I rolled around with my tongue. I stroked him gently with my hand, trying to gauge what he was enjoying most and leaning in. I felt Jennifer begin to glide her hands over my ass and across my balls. I felt her take a firm grip on mine, while I played with his, a perfect symmetry in our pleasure.

She began to squeeze, gently at first and then more insistently, like she was gauging my reaction. I was so turned on my brain couldn't process all the sensations, like the wires were crossed between pain and pleasure. It sent shivers up my spine and I felt Doug slip from my mouth as I moaned loudly.

"Does my slutty little boy like that?"

"Fuuuuuck, yes ma'am. Please don't stop," I replied.

"Stop what, dear?" she asked, playing dumb.

I whimpered, trying to pull myself together to ask. It came out as a beg. "My balls, please, ma'am, squeeze them, crush them, it feels so fucking good, please, I need it," I said, looking up into Doug's eyes, as if I were pleading with him.

I felt Jen's teeth on my balls, nibbling at first, and then beginning to pinch. I yelped out loud, and she backed off the pressure just a little, as I settled into a long, low moan. Doug's hand gripped my hair, bringing my attention back to his cock, and I tried to focus on him as my testicles sent mixed messages to my brain. My head was spinning as I was losing control of myself, just trying to obey the orders of Jen, and the desire to please Doug. I felt her hands spread my ass cheeks, and she nibbled her way toward it, biting my balls and then ass cheeks.

I soon felt a cool liquid dribble onto my ass and I realized it was lube. I tensed up for a moment, but felt a swat on my ass. I tried to focus on relaxing and giving up control, letting my brain melt for this couple.

Doug had control of my head by the hair, keeping a steady pace, and Jennifer had claimed my balls and was moving on to my ass. Her fingers began to swirl around my asshole before pressing into me. It wasn't my first time, but I was still pretty tight and it took a minute for me to adjust.

Starting with one and expanding to two; when she was sufficiently deep, I felt her curl her fingers and brush against my prostate. My entire body shuddered, which only seemed to encourage Jennifer more. She began to curl and relax her fingers, stroking that spot in my ass that seemed to yield a response in me.

It was as if my thoughts were being pushed out of my brain to make room for the sensation rising from my prostate. It became a blinding light in my body 'til I felt nothing else. It was like cumming, only way more intense and my dick wasn't involved. I felt it roll through my entire body. I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath until I pulled off Doug's cock, and my mind found its way back.

"What... I... what was that?" I said, between breaths.

"That was your first prostate orgasm," Doug said, matter of factly. "Jennifer is something of an expert, but not as good as she thinks she is."

She retaliated with a hard pinch to Doug's nipple and he winced. "That smart mouth of his gets him into trouble a lot. Why don't you catch your breath, while I break this man down," she said, swinging her hips across Doug's body.

"Allow me, ma'am," I said, reaching under her to hold his cock and line it up to her wet pussy.

"Such good service from our little slut," she said.

Something about the mix of praise and degradation radiated warmly though my body. I felt myself go from hard to granite at the feeling. I rubbed his dick up and down her lips, slicking his head before directing right at her entrance. She slowly lowered down, and I watched her lips part as his glans slid inside.

A soft moan escaped both their lips in unison, as she impaled herself on his cock. I removed my hand and wrapped around her chest, taking the opportunity to feel her breasts and play with her nipples. Jennifer put her hands against Doug's chest, digging her nails in, as she steadied herself and began to ride him. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, working my way down her back. I brushed my hand along her side and then down his hairy legs, feeling their bodies working in unison. I enjoyed watching for a moment, as they built up momentum.

Jennifer leaned forward and tilted a bit, and it was all the invite I needed. I leaned in and began kissing her ass cheeks. I worked my way to her asshole, trying to steady myself as she bucked in front of me. She began to rock forward and back, giving me better access, and I swirled my tongue around her hole, pressing in with the tip. Hearing her moan in response, drove me forward, pressing deeper and harder with my tongue.

Her hand gripped my head, pushing me down 'til I was working Doug's balls and the base of his shaft. I sucked and licked at both of them while they moved in a frenzy. I could feel Doug tightening and I felt excitement building inside of me, knowing what was coming. His balls tightened and his body tensed as he unloaded him cum into Jennifer's pussy. She continued to ride him until I could tell he was in the overly sensitive post-orgasm pain and he winced and grunted, small amounts of cum leaking around his cock.

I pulled back, thinking she would stop, but she continued as Doug's face contorted at the overwhelming sensation. She had his nipples twisted in her fingertips as she took her last thrust, and then pulled clear of him, his cock falling flat, exhausted, against his stomach as she released his nipples. Doug was panting and catching his breath.

Jennifer turned toward me, on her knees, cum dripping out of her pussy. She circled her finger in a 'come hither' manner, and said, "You have a mess to clean up."

"Yes, thank you, ma'am," I said, rolling over figuratively and literally, before eagerly sliding underneath her with my legs hanging off the bed.

Just the sight of her cum-filled pussy made me audibly moan. I angled my head to get closer before realizing she had other plans and proceeded to sit on my face. I began to lick and suck Doug's cum from her pussy, taking care to get every last drop. I had to tilt my head to free my nose enough to breathe, but I didn't care, I was so focused on eating her out.

I felt her nails drag across my stomach and chest. Occasionally, she would reach my nipple and give it a twist. I felt my body shiver each time. When she would shift, I'd take a long gasp before diving back in. I felt her lean forward and grip my balls hard and I moaned into her pussy. The tight hold she had was driving me feral, and I began to dive deeper and harder on her clit.

I felt the weight on the bed shift, but I didn't think much about it until I felt my legs being lifted, my ass being exposed. I couldn't see or hear, and had to go by feeling alone. I felt something cold and wet touch my ass, and then press against me.

"He can be a brat, but he's quick to recover as you can tell. And the night wouldn't be complete without getting to see my husband fuck your slutty ass. I know you can't speak down there, so keep licking for 'yes'," Jennifer said, and I picked up the pace even faster.

"Good boy."

Doug pressed against my asshole, and I felt his body weight pushing against me before his cock pressed past my hole. In my excited state, and having been prepped by Jennifer's fingers, there was no pain, other than the squeezing in my balls. I felt every inch of him sliding into me, and I felt an amazing sense of fullness, even belonging. This was my place-- underneath a dominating woman, her husband's dick in my ass, giving myself completely for their pleasure.

I moaned loudly into Jennifer's clit. Doug began to slide in and out, his balls touching my ass. Each stroke made me slip deeper and deeper into my role. Jennifer had released my balls and was rolling my nipples around with her fingertips. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulling her down hard on top of my mouth.

"God, he's tight. Take that fucking dick!" Doug shouted.

He was railing my ass at this point, my own dick banging against my stomach. I circled Jennifer's clit with my tongue, faster and faster. I felt her bucking more forcefully and I knew her orgasm was building. I focused on squeezing Doug's cock in my ass, sliding my hips into him as much as I could, to meet his forceful thrusts. I didn't know who grabbed my dick, but they held it tightly, barely stroking it. I was so turned on, I knew I wasn't going to last. As my own orgasm began to build with each stroke, my ass began to tighten around Doug.

"Cum in his ass, baby!" I heard Jennifer shout, as I felt Doug slamming more forcefully into me.

I focused exclusively on Jen's clit and I felt her begin to shudder. The rest happened all at once, as whoever was gripping my cock, rolled their hand around the head, sending me over the edge and shooting cum onto my own stomach. I felt Doug lean in hard, and he held still for a moment, shooting his load into my ass. Jennifer tensed up as I chased her retreating clit with my tongue, and then she came violently with her own orgasm. I felt Doug bury deeply inside me once more before sliding out. Jennifer collapsed on top of me before rolling off next to me. Her fingers swirled through the cum and hair on my stomach, as if drawing a picture. Doug got onto the bed, laying his head against her chest as her other hand gently ran through his hair.

All I could do was take deep breaths to try to gather my mind back together. I felt like I was swimming back to the surface after diving too deep. I had no idea how many minutes went by before Jennifer spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"I... that was amazing. I've never done anything like that. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank us," Doug replied.

"We got as much out of it as you did, sweetie," Jennifer added.

We lay there a bit longer, until I heard Doug's breathing drifting into sleep. I got up, brought Jennifer her clothes and a blanket.

"You can sleep here if you like, there's plenty of room," Jennifer said.

It was a tempting offer, her bare breast an inviting place to lie. But they looked so peaceful together, I didn't want to come between them. I shook my head.

"Thank you, for everything," I said.

She smiled warmly back at me, and closed her eyes.

I made my way back through the house and looked around at the mess.

When Doug woke up the next day, he found me passed out on his couch, three bags of trash outside, and a counter full of drying dishes. I wasn't awake to see it, but I'd bet there was a satisfied smile on my face.