Gage and I moved to Muir Court on July 1st. We figured we’d get a few days to move in, start putting things away, and clean out our old house on the Fourth, and afterward we’d start getting to know our neighbors.

It’s a long, U-shaped court, with forty houses. The movers were still unloading the moving van when Grace, our almost next-door neighbor, introduced herself. 

“Hi, I’m Grace. Welcome to the neighborhood. I hope you enjoy living here as much as David and I do.”

“I’m Kelly Maddox, and hubby Gage is inside the house. We love the house and want to get to know everyone.”

“Well, being a court, we don’t get much traffic. That’s nice because we have a lot of block parties you can come to or not. And there are other perks if you’re inclined that way. There’s a Fourth of July party. Rod has access to bigger stuff than most stands sell, and you can contribute twenty or so to the fund if you like. A couple of families contribute a hundred because that’s what they spent before moving here. The other perks, I’ll tell you about them sometime when we’re having coffee.”

That night, when Gage and I were finishing dinner, we talked about what Grace had said about the Fourth and the other perks. We wondered what she meant about the other perks.

Maria and Chara, who live near the corner, met Grace and me for coffee on Saturday to get to know each other. We talked about some personalities on the court, especially Rod. A lot of the women seemed impressed with Rod.

When we were talking about Rod and his wife, Iris, he was one of the leaders, but there seemed to be an undercurrent hiding there. It was just before we finished; I realized Rod was one of the two Black men in the court, and Iris was white.

Okay, that seemed to answer that question. But not quite.

When Maria and Chara left, I asked Grace straight out, “You talked about other perks when we were unloading the van. You didn’t mention anything in front of Chara and Maria. Why?”

Grace seemed nervous before answering, “I shouldn't have said anything until I got to know you. If I answer, it can't go any further. Unless…”

She hesitated and said, “We’re a friendly group, but there are two groups. One that's friendly and another that’s friendlier.”

I heard her, but it made little sense at first. “Oh, the second group is friendlier. Ah, friendlier, friendly.”

“Kelly, I should have waited, and normally I do. But the Walters were so active in the second group that I lost track of what I was doing. The question I should have asked is, are you and Gage friendly or friendlier?” 

“Can I join the friendlier group myself or…”

“Sometimes. Rod has allowed…hell, forget that name. We’ve got a few single members, half of a married couple, but it’s rare—special circumstances. I think that's all I can share now. I’m sorry for screwing this up. I hope you can keep it private even if you don’t join.”

The whole court is a… God, I don’t know what to call it. Swingers? A sex club? Not exactly, I guess, but close. Most of them are members, so you have to track who knows and who doesn’t. Will Gage be interested? We’ve pretended a few times, but we've never done it.

“Yes, we can. Um, I can keep it private, that is. Joining—that's a different question. I’ll need to think, and then, depending,”

I can feel my tits poking my bra, and I can feel my pussy leaking into my panties. What will Gage think? I’ve got to be sure I want to before I ask Gage. We’ve only role-played; I was fucking other men. Though Gage was especially forceful when we did it.

I went back home to continue setting up our bedroom and to think. It took a few days before I talked to Grace again. “You were telling me about that group, um, the friendlier group?”

“You and Gage might be interested?”

“Ah, maybe. I haven’t talked to him yet. I’m not sure I want him to even know about it.”

I looked at her and said, “Grace, this is difficult to ask, but…hell, I’ll just ask it. Was it the first time you had sex with someone other than Dave here, after you moved here?”

I waited, and after thinking, she said, “Yes, for me, and I think Dave too.”

“I haven’t either, and I have to wonder what it was like for you and Dave, and I guess I’m wondering how it went down, too.”

“For me? It was unforgettable. More than unforgettable, the sensations I felt as his, um, Rod’s cock, slipped inside. God, it was fabulous.”

“So, Rod, was your first time, um, extracurricular? Did the fact that he’s black make it easier? Ah, I'm just asking. Is he noted for being especially gifted? Do you send out grades or what?” I laughed a bit before asking, “If, um, who should I avoid talking to about the, um, friendlier group? Or should I use you and Dave to answer questions? Mmm, or should I leave Dave out of it?”

“I don’t think… well, yes, talk to just me.”

“You didn’t answer my questions, Grace. I need to know more before I’m willing to talk to Gage.” I thought for a minute before saying, “How did you get asked, and how does it go down?”

“Hell, I’m in too far to back out now; let’s go into the kitchen, get a bottle of wine, and I’ll tell you about it.”

She got a bottle of Pinot Grigio and set up in their kitchen, and Grace started.

"The whole thing started after Rod and Iris moved in, and he seduced Paris O’Connor. A lot of us wives knew they were screwing, and then he screwed Nicole Myers. He didn’t just screw them once; Rod insisted both husbands knew they were cuckolds. Eventually, Rod forced Leon and Bill to actually undress them for him and even put his cock for him. When I heard that, I couldn’t believe it at first. That was so delicious.

“God. Kelly, it happened so fast from there. I was next. Both Paris and Nicole are good friends with me, and I knew he was screwing them both, and I wanted in. I forced Dave to talk to Rod and ask him to cuckold him. Lily got involved about then and decided if Rod could play, she wanted to, too. And so it ended as couples fucking.”

Grace looked flushed and embarrassed before continuing. “He’d shown off his equipment, or as good as, in his swimsuit, and I wanted it. I wanted his dick, and that first time, he came in my mouth and then my pussy. About Rod being black, the first time? God, yes, for both Dave and me. Especially for Dave. When he saw Rod’s dick push inside me, he came in his pants.”

I interrupted, “So Rod is the only guy fucking?”

“No, after Page and I started, we got Dave and Reed screwing Nicole, Paris, Page, Iris, and me. Leon and Bill are still cuckolds, mostly. I think Rod still treats them as his cuckolds.”

“So, how often…?”

“Once or twice a week, officially,” she grinned, “I sometimes get a little extra if I need it. A lot of us wives enjoy pussy too. I feel sorry for Leon and Bill. Their wives let them watch, but not participate. I think they enjoy the control they had.

“I think most of us other wives give them a little on the side. They’re so grateful. That’s just gossip, so let’s change the subject. Um, the friendlier group is led by Rod for sure, but our group collectively decides who's welcome, unanimously.”

“That’s a lot…” I started.

“Tell Gage,” Grace interrupted, “and decide. Then let me know.”

She looked uncomfortable as she continued, “Normally, our vote comes before you’re asked, but I’m already in trouble. I should tell you, Rod and Iris welcome you in after… well, they introduce you. Shit.”

I looked at Grace and laughed and said, “What you’re trying to say is they’ll be the first to screw us in. Right?”

I looked at her and blurted out, “Do you ever allow just the wife to join? Without the husband knowing? God, Grace. This is difficult to say, but… Gage talked about me cuckolding him. What you're doing is more like a swingers’ club, where the couple does it together.”

“No, not exactly. It’s often one-on-one, alone, screwing. Yesterday, Sam and I got together, and Dave stayed home. But adding just the wife, but not the husband, and keeping it a secret? I dunno. The times we let part of a couple join, well, Jason has dementia, and Julia is paralyzed.”

I finished my wine as I stood to leave, saying, “I’m going to have to think about it. It sounds like fun, but…” and I left it at that.

Gage wants me to cuckold him, but that implies he doesn’t get to screw around. Letting him screw someone like Iris? What if he likes her better? 

That Saturday morning, after Gage and I had both come and were just lying there resting, I got up on an elbow and looked at Gage. “You remember before we moved here; you said something about, ah, cuckolding? I think that’s what you said. You wanted to watch, but, Gage, I don’t think I can do that.”

I stopped him from interrupting and said, “There’s a guy I might be willing to, ah, fuck, um, alone, just the two of us. You’d know, but you couldn't watch. I’d tell you about it afterward, and you’d know when it’s happening. I’d come home with his cum in me, and maybe on me.”

Gage slowly turned to look at me and said, “Watching, that’s the whole point of it. Seeing you respond while it’s happening, Kelly.”

“I couldn’t do it at first, for sure. Maybe never.” I sat up in bed and kissed him. “I won’t without your permission. Gage, I’ve been looking at cuckold sites, um, forums for cuckolds and their wives. Reading them, a lot of husbands never get to watch.”

“That may be true, but lots of husbands get to watch, right? Sometimes, right?”

There was no arguing about that; sometimes they got to watch. But it still made no difference to me. I won’t let him watch, and I won’t let him try out other women, um, pussies.

That’s the way I left it until Grace came over and asked if we’d decided to become one of the friendlier couples. Well, I hadn’t mentioned it to Gage, and I guessed none of the other husbands had either.

“We haven’t decided yet. It’s a big step, scary even. I just don’t know.” I stopped, and then I confessed to Grace, “I can’t make myself mention the whole friendlier thing to him. I’ve wanted to, but…”

“But?”

I hesitated and then said, "Grace, I think I’m afraid he’ll like someone better than me.”

“Better? Oh, better sex, right? Well, what I can tell you is that both of you will learn a lot about sex, uh, fucking. What you need to know is that we all think screwing Rod is worth the price of admission.”

That night when I was seducing Gage, I heard myself saying, “Ah, Gage, I was talking to Grace, and I heard about a group…” I stopped there, not sure how to end it. 

“A group?”

“Yeah, a group. It’s not exactly a swinger club. Not exactly, at least.”

“Not exactly?”

"They screw around, but not always in pairs. Grace said she spent a couple of hours with Sam the other day. So.”

“We’ve never, uh, done that, open our marriage like that, though…you’ve talked about me cuckolding you. Would you be interested?”

I leaned over him and put his cock in my mouth for a second and said, “Would you enjoy looking at your penis and seeing a blonde’s mouth around it?”

“I’ve been fantasizing about watching you, seeing you as his cock is just slipping inside you. Or watching as you’re coming on another guy’s cock.”

I thought for a minute before saying, “Gage, that’s not an answer. Am I interested? Maybe. I’d need to think about it.” Like I hadn’t been trying to decide for over two months.

“What do you think?”

He grinned at me and said, “I think…I’d like you to fuck me. There, that's an answer.”

So that's what I did.

The next few nights, I spent time imagining another man, a different man in my pussy. Playing with my tits, kissing me. After the third night, I got together with Grace again; no one else would acknowledge the existence of a friendlier group.

“What’s it like screwing other men? Is it always more exciting?”

“Well, the first time with a new man is always exciting; after a while, it’s never ho-hum, like the sixty-fourth time your husband falls asleep after getting his rocks off, alone. Sometimes it is exciting and other times a little disappointing, but god, when it’s good, it can be stupendous.”

She stops for a minute and then adds, “I almost always cum, and I always enjoy it.” I liked the emphasis she gave that word: stupendous. Stupendous sex sounded interesting.

It took me two more weeks to approach Gage again, since he was still focused on cuckolding.

I was having problems getting to sleep because of Grace using the word stupendous. I kept wondering what it would be like to have different lovers, even if it let Gage have them too. The picture of me being screwed and having stupendous sex competed with Gage’s having stupendous sex.

I was making breakfast when I said, “Gage, I was talking to Grace, and she invited us to join, uh, what she called the friendlier part of our neighbors.”

“Friendlier? Ah so, and?”

“Well, picture a swingers’ club that allows individual one-on-one screwing. She mentioned spending a few hours with Sam. Sometimes she and Dave do it with another couple, and that would allow us to see each other…screwing. We’d have to be voted on, though she doesn’t… the leader, the starter is Rod, so…" 

I stopped there for a minute and then said, “So Rod and Iris introduce new members into the club. You know, Rod, don’t you?”

“He’s the black guy, an engineer, down near 24th, right? He started it?”

I answered, “If you’d be interested, we can go over to Grace and Dave’s place and talk about it.”

Say yes, Gage, say yes. Ever since my last talk with Grace, I’ve been fantasizing about getting fucked by different men.

“We have to talk to Grace? So, what do you think? Are you interested?”

Am I interested? I WANT IT. Can’t you see? Say yes, yes!

I pretended to think and then said, “It’s a big step, I think. Scary even. But talking to her doesn’t commit us to anything.”

He wanted to mull it over for a day or so, and we left it there. Friday, he asked if we could invite them over for a barbecue on Saturday and talk about it then.

I called Grace immediately, and they were free then.

They wanted to wait until after dinner to talk about joining, and that was what we did. 

After the discussion, I mostly stayed quiet, and at the end, Gage said yes. I restrained my reaction, except in my head. There was cheering going on, so loud that I thought everyone could hear it.

Monday, Iris called and welcomed us into the group. “You were told that Rod and I are your first date. Grace told me you know, so we can get together either Tuesday or Friday evening or the weekend, anytime.”

“I’m sure Gage would prefer Tuesday evening, around 7:30?”

On Tuesday, we walked over, and I stood back and let Gage ring the bell. Rod answered, and I stepped back. He seemed huge; a man who intends to screw you is more intimidating than a neighbor.

He welcomed us in for a glass of wine, and the four of us talked. 

The first thing they asked was, do we want to be in separate rooms or together? "Gage answered that, “Together for sure. I want to see Rod and Kelly together.”

Rod chuckled and said, "What you mean is you want to watch me screwing your wife. Right?”

Iris said, “Every couple is different, and when you set up couple dates, be sure to settle that first. Tonight we can do it in the same room at the same time or take turns; it's your choice.” 

Rod interrupted, saying, “This is their first time, Iris. I think Gage wants to watch Kelly and me screwing first. Then you and Gage. Gage, right?”

Iris stood and said, “I have the master bedroom set up for two watchers. Shall we go?”

As we walked in, I overheard Iris saying to Gage, “You might prefer to be nude. Often, the first time men watch their wife, they cum. Here I’ll undress you, and you can undress me.”

Rod stepped behind me and started rubbing my back. It was so different from when Gage rubbed my back; this was erotic, knowing what was going to happen. Then he pulled me back against him and started on my neck, moving down to barely touch my tits. 

When he started unbuttoning my blouse, I could feel my nipples tighten. “Rod, oh, that feels nice.” I moaned then turned and kissed him. His tongue was exploring my mouth, and when my blouse was off, he pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts to him. God, it was arousing.

I glanced at Gage, and both Iris and Gage were naked, but he had his hand on his penis, just holding it. He was staring at me and then nodded; he was ready for me to continue.

I saw Rod glance at Gage and smiled. “Your husband is enjoying this, isn’t he?”

“Not as much as I am. This is amazing, Rod.” I said it loud enough so Gage could hear it.

I started unbuttoning Rod’s shirt, and soon both he and I were topless. His hands were on my breasts; no, his hands were on my tits, and it was wonderful. 

He started sucking them, and I pulled his head down to allow him better access. 

I could feel it all the way to my core, my pussy. Whispering, I said, “Rod, whatever you want, I’ll say yes. Gage wants to see a show, and I want something…memorable. Anything.”

Rod grinned and said out loud, “I think a nice start..." He stopped and then put me on the bed and offered me his cock. I engulfed it, trying to take as much as possible. He started thrusting, fucking my mouth. 

I heard Iris telling Gage, “He enjoys this, and then he’s going to get in her pussy. First-timers like you all love that. For me, it's so much fun watching the husbands' expressions and seeing them spurt when Rod enters their pussy."

Just as I thought Rod was about to cum, he stopped and made me get on all fours and then knelt behind me. He hesitated and said, “Gage, I’m going to fuck Kelly now.” I felt the tip at my entrance, probing. I had to resist pushing back against his cock, because Rod was in charge.

Gage breathlessly said, “Don’t stop, God Rod, don’t stop."

I was able to resist pushing his cock into my pussy, but I couldn't stop myself from saying, “Do it, Rod, do it.” I screamed, “Yes, now fuck me. Now, please.” I was so wet that it slid in, so I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks. I kept thinking, “I’m being fucked, I’m being fucked,” a mantra over and over; it felt so wonderful.

When he reached and took my nipples and pinched them, I exploded. “I’m coming, Rod, I’m coming.” It was later that I learned Gage and I’d come together, both of us screaming.

After Rod and I collapsed on the bed, Iris made Gage lick her clit until she came, and it took a few hours before we left. Rod fucked me to climax three times before he was finished. Grace wasn't exaggerating, saying the sex was stupendous.

The friendlier group is wonderful, and we’re now members in good standing, even excellent standing. I’m glad we moved here.