Being Neighborly Ch. 02

Part two begins with another 'real life' event that happens multiple times a week. All of the characters in this story exist in some form around my life and it's fun putting them in these positions. The every day events and conversations are real, so are the thoughts represented here on all things relationship and sexual. We are all in our upper 50s (except when indicated) and the first chapter was tagged "mature", this chapter will be placed in BDSM.

I also want to note, part of my fantasies is that my wife has similar ones (since we really don't share in real life) and in the end it's Escape (The Piña Colada Song) where they each go looking for an affair and find each other...and neither is pissed. So rather than the usual tropes around betray and cheating, I weave things together than eventually work themselves out, sort of...

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Stretching for my run I couldn't help but feel normal.

It had been almost a week since I first cheated on Mel fucking Jill in our kitchen, and then later that day fucking Jill front of Brian tied up and hooded in some sort of basement lair they lured me down into (didn't take much luring).

Did I deserve to feel normal? No, but I did.

At my age (59) I stopped running everyday ever since the cartilage regrowth surgery was successful, still enjoying 2-9 miles a week instead of the punishing 25+ miles I did 10 years ago.

We have a three mile loop crisscrossing three developments and includes a newly built park with a 1/2 mile walking path. Many of the couples in our neighborhood use the park and safe streets for exercise, some driving in from surrounding areas. Most day's we're populated with spandex, sports bras and hair pushing out of ball caps running or walking.

Hidden by sunglasses my eyes follow the bounce of the women's curves, check out the cleavage and I dream about random hook ups and running into them in other places.

I've caught neighbor Camilla and her 25 year old, 36c bounce, many times on the trail, inspiring fantasies of innocent patio talk that turns carnal.

Carla (Jill and Brian's daughter), 23, walks her dog there, mopey beautiful in a less athletic way and often waves to me from the trail, stirring creepy thoughts, or from her front porch. Carla was moving out in a couple months, while she and her boyfriend stay with Jill and Brian occasionally, I imagined them fucking every time they pulled into the garage and disappeared up the stairs to the house.

Then there's Gabriella, or Gaby, the ex-olympic cross country runner who walks her dachshund about the same time that I do in the morning. Kaiser, my schnauzer, didn't get along with her dog, but I would notice a smile and hair adjustment about 6 months into our moving there. Her legs were fantastic.

I considered, for the moment, I felt normal because for the first time I turned a fantasy into reality.

Circling the upper development and heading down the hill I replayed turning Jill on my island, fucking her in plain sight of the least travelled road, she climaxing; turning and swallowing my cock; My seed was still in her stomach when a dinner; Mel knew I had been invited to, turned to a dark dungeon scene later; MISTRESS Jill getting a Master's treatment from me, taking my second load in her well groomed cunt; until I tried to engage with her slave Brian (or 'Shitstain'); She kicked me in the balls, tried to cuff me to a bench, and swore she'd get hers; I'd locked her to the bench, only giving the keys up to Brian later because they were flying out to be away for a week at their other home.

I made it to the first run of our hill and I waved at Mel, who was in the big picture window. I couldn't help but notice how easy it would have been to see Jill on the island and me behind her, though and you really couldn't have noticed exactly what was going on if you were driving. The hill got my heart rate going, the thoughts had me hard in my shorts.

Getting to the top, I approached the second development thinking of all of the ramifications of what would happen if Mel found out. Jill was returning in a couple days and I'd resigned to play along with her threats until I could find a way to box up our affair. What if it was an email, call, text, even a letter and Jill wanted to meet or even just let it out?

Pretty simple at this point, cop to it, be remorseful and see where everything lands. This neighborhood and house turned out to be our dream move, and we needed to work another five years to pay it off and a divorce would see us both have to move. I knew neither of us wanted that to happen.

We had seen and heard about many couples our age split up, signaling they were drifting apart for years before the kids left the house. Mel and I weren't like that, while we struggled with our intimate times, my tryst with Jill sparked our marriage into having sex four times this past week in multiple positions. My brain was in damage control and trying to save what we had and moving forward would be the strategy at this moment.

The development went down the hill on the back side and led into the park, Mary Cutter was walking in the direction I was going, her long black hair tied up, she had a larger backside but nice and formed from her daily routine. She had a tank top on today, a first that I could remember, and it showed she had a large set of breasts that bounced when her arms moved back and forth.

"Hey Mary!" I said passing her.

"Donnie! You scared me!" she exclaimed, her smile always big for me, I checked into her gapping cleavage even being held back by her strengthened sports bra. I personally thought she might be the one I would have a meeting with, never seeing a husband, boyfriend or anything around her house that was five down from us. I always imagine crawling into cleavage and hers made me feel warm and welcome, and I wondered if she'd noticed my erection bouncing in my shorts.

The black, latex, dog bag holder that Kaiser and I had used many times reminded me of Mistress Jill's lair and the vision of Shitstain suspended, red from whipping and flogging, and my morphing into some sort dominant Master did bring a little dread into my belly.

Having read and even written about BDSM for years, I'd imagined myself both in the submissive and dominant roles. I played it perfect, fucking Jill while she humiliated her strung up husband, my cock getting all it wanted. I then made one mistake and Mistress Jill defended her turf by kicking and punching, I couldn't imagine what else may have happened that night had I not got her under control.

It was normal and seeing myself in that role it felt normal.

I finished the loop in the park, sometimes going twice if I wanted over three miles, but today just once. I headed out of the park and I saw the Riches, mid-40s blonde and bald man, good shape, coaches with kids in high school, middle school and upper elementary. I couldn't imagine having kids anymore and both Kelly and Gary waved, you could see they had worked hard to keep in shape, something Mel and I did in those mid-40 times.

I saw the hill, one last sprint up the steepest part, a great way to finish because at my age I still was eager to be done. I turned and saw down the street approaching the intersection Bruce and Kyla, two body builders, rough with tattoos lean mass and always a fierce look. They were very approachable, I spent a good hour at the HOA fall party talking their workouts. I imagined him satisfying one or two women with the husband in the room Cuck style, more direct than what I did a week ago.

The hill was hard, but I made it to the top, my breath short and I stopped to stretch and regain some of the blood that pumped away from my limbs. Turning to walk the 1/2 block home Sophie, a 76 year old widow of just a couple years walked by with her dog Candy, a weak old dog that "was her husband's" as she told a story of loneness and having to hang on longer than his dog. She was slender and described her late husband as viral and energetic before the cancer. Now she was lost without a companion having had the best for 50 plus years.

I laughed to myself as she waved and moved on, how different Mel and I's marriage was now that we had made it 28 years and I chose to violate our vows so abruptly, falling for the empty nest trap or perhaps just circumstance. Kinda hard to fuck around with little ones and sharing the responsibilities of raising kids and two incomes. I felt better off than Sophie is some ways.

I stretched in the garage, glad that I had another day to contemplate my options, figuring I'd let things play out when Jill got back, but wanting some idea in my head how far to take, or let, things go.

Feeling normal I walked into the mud room, took off my shoes petting Kaiser, and moved into the kitchen.

"Good morning Donnie," Jill said sitting in the swivel chair opposite of Mel sipping coffee. She had a tight tank top on, push up bra, hair up in a bun showing the sun she got in New Mexico, her cleavage prominent, and her legs crossed.

"Back at you Jill," I said sweating still, walking by them both to kiss Mel.

"You hadn't told me about your arrangement, I mean I'm willing I'd just a heads up would have been nice," Mel said, my heart stopping knowing it wasn't sexual, thought whatever Jill had concocted had similar tones.

"I didn't think they would be back till tomorrow," I said searching for a stall till more information surfaced. This game was fun I thought and threw it back at Jill. "Plus I forgot about it anyway, what have you discussed so far?"

"I've gone through it once Donnie, why don't you give us your take on our arrangement?" Jill expertly pleased with the position I was now in sipping on her coffee, my mind quick and decided to just jump into some "ridiculous" possibility to end the volley of buck passing.

"Didn't you say Brian found Mel hot and you two wanted to start swappin?" My tone and pace evident I was kidding, almost getting a spit take from Jill and getting a disappointed glare from Mel. "Truthfully I was pretty drunk and don't really remember. I think I hope it wasn't that."

"Wow, one dinner and you ruined it so I never get out of the house," Mel said, looking at Jill and apologizing for my attempt to draw a sexual picture. "He's been extra, well, amorous lately...sounds like a symptom of that came out of his mouth."

"Interesting idea, Donnie," she said kiddingly as well 'playing' along. "You volunteered your lovely wife to lead yoga for us. I wanted to start, you loved dong it and I didn't want to do it alone."

"Yeah, and then you'd do strength training afterwards," Mel added looking at Jill for a confirming nod. "Any of it ringing a bell. Apparently you've checked out their basement?"

"Yes..." I said hesitantly wondering what I missed in the basement.

"It wasn't finished, but will be by Monday," Jill said, getting up. "With that in mind I'd better check on Brian's progress."

"Oh, slaving away in the basement is he?" I quipped, getting a stern look for my reference. "Can I come over and see your progress?"

"You two go ahead, I'm in the middle of laundry," Mel said, stopping me from having to create an excuse to exclude her from joining us.

"Alright! We'll plan on starting Monday at 5:30?" Jill asked, looking at Mel only.

"Yes!" Mel exclaimed eagerly.

We walked out the door and once in the driveway, safe from my wife's ears, Jill did waste time and cut to the chase quickly.

"I left a letter with the HOA letterhead on your desk," She snarled and stopped me in the middle of the street, her glare meant to intimidate, I found it interesting. "This was cute and fun, but I'm serious. Tell her you'll both see it Monday and go study what my expectations are moving forward. If you want our 'little secret' to remain just that, you'll take me very seriously from here on out."

"You would have told her," I said when she turned to go, her face in a question/disgusted scrunch. I continued..."You would have told her if you didn't have something in mind. Just to let you know I'm in for whatever you have in mind and then some."

"You can keep your 'then some'," she said with air quotes around that, knowing I had my role inserting itself somewhere. "I will end the game, end your marriage and clean up the rubble you leave in your wake."

She turned and marched into her house not looking back. There was no control to be had here in that moment. Watching her I concluded I could play things out and come up with something plausible to cut down her "claim" we had fucked.

I'm a pretty good story teller, having navigated Jill and Mel Round one I felt pretty normal. I caught a glimpse of Sophie going into the house, it made me wonder if her husband was a dick like me and she broke up, maybe her life wouldn't have relied so much on him. What if my suggestion of swapping came about, what if Sophie and he had an open marriage? Then the skills to live a life less lonely at any age would be had, and she wouldn't just wither away. For her age she would attract the best of the upper 60 year olds I thought.

I was both worried yet calm walking to my office, Mel had gone to the shower having done a workout in our fitness room. I thought about meeting her for more guilt relieving sex, but I hadn't showered and she wouldn't touch me until I did.

I turned my attention to the letter on my desk

My anticipation grew walking into the basement, through the TV room and seeing the letter sitting on top of my bills.

I opened the envelope and read the following -

" read and sign below

I, Donnie Adler, agree to the following stipulations:

- When alone (without Mel) in Mistress's house I will obey all commands, asks, or requests.

- If messaged I will complete all requests within 24 hours.

- I have no sexual boundaries, though my safe word is "BUST ".

Failure to comply to this contract will result in immediate disclosure to my wife Mel.

Of sound mind,

Donnie Adler

I was so Fucking hard.

I'd led every sexual encounter I'd ever had, and seeing Jill's husband bound, whipped and humiliated, reinforced my love for dominance. Still, submitting was a tantalizing thought, giving up control and imagining the pleasure behind the pain that Brian had been living gave me pause and contemplation.

I was ready to play her game out until the opportunity to flip the script. Judging by her submitting to me so quickly it wouldn't take much for me to regain my dominance the minute I needed to do so.

I slept well that night.

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Mel and I trucked across the street at 5 a.m. to begin her yoga practice with Jill and I, medication beginning at 5:15 and yoga promptly at 5:30. The door was unlocked and we walked through to the middle of the floor stairs to the basement where she had her yoga mat. My heart skipped several beats flashing back to seeing Brian naked and chained in the corner while fucking Jill just feet from Brian.

I was surprised we weren't in the other room.

"Good morning," Jill said pleasantly, dressed in a white braless yoga support top, black yoga pants I assumed were pantiless and she helped us lay out our yoga mats arranged in a triangle. Jill moved and kissed Mel on the check thanking her. "I'm looking forward to this and Donnie bringing the work out vibe afterwards."

"No kiss?" I mouthed to Jill while Mel's back was turned, getting a surprising grin in her lair, her mood happier. "Nice space."

Mel got started, Jill winking at me at my 'nice space' comment and we went through a meditation that simply had us focus on the word "growth", saying it over and over slowly. Mel would add statements of "growth" and how to grow in-between each time we said the word. The fifteen minutes finished, she hit play on her iPone sending soothing music through the speaker she brought over and soon we were moving through an hour long yoga flow.

It did feel amazing, moving our bodies together getting a good stretch and work of small muscle groups. When finished we gave her the usual bow and stating "namaste", Mel hugging Jill before leaving and chatting about having dinner sometime.

Jill walked up the steps, I could see her legs at the top waiting for Mel to leave and then turned to me. Up until then I hadn't really thought about the next hour, except I had a written work out as ordered on a text yesterday ready to hand Jill.

"Strip and go into 'child's pose'," she said using a yoga pose to start our hour session. I stripped quickly, tossing shorts, underwear and t-shirt just behind me, she grabbed my paper and looked it over, then turned her attention back to me. "Thank you for the work out, now stay there and listen."

My cock laid out on the cool mat, my naked body exposed, my wife showering across the street, I assumed the doors were locked. I remembered the wink, the positive response to my joke to start the session.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

"You know I have nothing to lose in telling Mel everything," Jill said, getting onto the ground to eventually do pushups, side arm balances and crab walks. "In fact if I got you out of the way I bet Brian and I could get her into some sort of threesome arrangement."

I did think Jill's cheek kiss on Mel was a bit sensual and that my wife leaned into it appreciably. My cock hardened replaying that moment sexually in my mind. Jill did a set of all exercises and began to clarify some things.

"Your safe word 'bust' is also a command word for you," she said walking around me taking a set break. "If I say bust, just the word and looking directly at you, not matter what you are doing you must come here, strip naked and assume this position. Got that slave?"

Slave? I thought. "Yes...um, Mistress."

"Mistress, correct," she said. "You may answer questions, just don't ask them. You must assume you can't do something unless I tell you you can do it, but again, don't ask questions."

"I understand..." I said, then gulped.

"That's NOT a FUCKING question," she said and slapped my ass. "I will eventually train you on punishment, and will count your mistakes until that day and use them for training."

My cock was so hard.

It didn't stay hard, she basically finished her workout, went upstairs and got herself coffee and after the full hour was up told me to, "Get dressed and take that limp dick out of my house."

I hustled to my feet, Jill standing at the foot the stairs with her arms crossed inspecting me as I moved around, then walking to me as I put my shirt on. She stopped me before leaving, her eyes fixed and serious.

"You'll take Mel like you took me, from behind, and you'll think of me slapping her thighs with yours. Do this before our next session in two days. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress," I said still holding her gaze.

"And drop five pounds by the end of the month or you'll find out you won't like my weight loss program," She sneered at me and then pushed her face forward for a kiss, not touching any of my body. Her mouth turned on mine, tongue inserted, pushed forward and I pushed back, before she ended the kiss. "Very good slave. Now go!"

I turned and left.

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"Not tonight," Mel said, turning down my advances for the first time in a couple weeks. "I'm getting up early tomorrow."

The upside, literally, of my infidelity and entering a contract with Mistress Jill, was my perpetual hard on returned. I was hard all the time in my teens through early 40s and my late 50s showed up and not so much.

"Mel, you're going to waste this," I said in a coy tone, pushing my cock to her back, sliding it down her crack. I thought of Mistress, her instructions to fuck Mel from behind I heard her voice in my head, 'think of me while your thighs are slapping'.

Mel didn't respond, nor did she much at the beginning of sex and I amped my brazenous up a notch and pulled at her PJ bottoms. It had been a long day thinking of my command from Mistress Jill, wanting to get it done and not risk having only one night to finish the task. I had already spent the day fasting trying to drop a couple pounds this week.