My Neighbor Made My Wife a BBC Slut

Author's note: Like most good stories there is true behind this one. This isn't 100% but many parts are. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to hear the rest!

This is a story about a young couple that moved down the street from my wife Mary, and me about 6 years ago. We live in a suburb that is borderline rural. Each neighbor is at least 100-200 yards away, which meant that we were both isolated but not so much that we didn't know what was going on, for the most part. A few years ago, an attractive young woman moved in down the street from us with her husband. She looked to be in her mid 20's. White, brunette hair, 5' 6" give or take. Cup size about a 34C. He was a large black guy, athletic, 6' 2". They moved in three houses down into one of the newer homes. Both were super nice and seemed like regular folks even though he appeared to be a good ten years her senior.

Things were normal for the following year. Just regular neighbors. Around this time, she was noticeably pregnant. This, too, was normal for this neighborhood, Mary and I did the same and had two kids of our own. It wasn't until I started to see them out as I went for jogs or walked my dog past there house that something was off. She was always so happy, but something seemed strange to me. It had me thinking I was racist for the next few months. Her husband looked like a different guy. Not totally different, but I was pretty sure that he wasn't the same guy despite him clearly being her husband. I felt like an asshole, thinking I couldn't even tell if it was the same guy. Time passed, and it turned out she was pregnant again, less than a year after her first child. We didn't know at the time, but this time with twins.

I couldn't help but appreciate how well she was taking to pregnancies. Her breasts were much larger, but she clearly worked out religiously to keep a tight body. Mary was similar, he bounced back after kids, looking all the sexier. Some women just have good baby-making genes. This was when my wife and I started to talk about having another. Unlike our neighbor, Mary always had such bad morning sickness. Sara, our neighbor, on the other hand, always seemed so happy. Regardless, we decided to wait a little longer before we would have more kids.

The same can't be said for our neighbors. Mary and I did the math, and we guessed that she was pregnant every 10-11 months since she moved in. This was her 3rd pregnancy in about 2.5 years! If they can support the kids, more power too them. What was odd was how much she enjoyed the pregnancies. She wasn't small either when she was pregnant. Especially when she had the twins. It was at this point we caught ourselves and realized we where the neighborhood gossips. We decided to actually get to know our neighbors. Not because of anything nefarious, we just realized that we should get to know them as people and not our gossip targets. This was when we decided to have them over for dinner. If only I knew where this would end up taking all of us over the coming months and years...

Later on, I was out for a jog, and I saw Sara getting her mail. She was dressed such that she knew she was sexy even when pregnant. Sara was in a tight workout outfit that showed off her big belly, full tits, and amazing ass. She was sweaty from her workout too. I didn't realize how amazing that ass was until that moment. Long story short, they accepted and would be over in a few days for dinner and drinks on Saturday.

They came over right on time. I clearly remember; Sara and Charles brought over three bottles of wine; I remember thinking, "Damn, that's a lot of wine for one dinner." That was far from the strangest thing. This time I once again could swear that her husband looked different. This guy was taller. Big, like 6' 4" + I'd guess, but he certainly didn't look like the guy I saw a few months ago and absolutely wasn't the same guy I saw when they moved in. My wife noticed it too. Obviously, we were not in a position to just ask. We didn't want to be rude. Besides, the guy was incredibly charming. Strong looking with a confident but friendly personality. He hit it off with my wife, who was loosening up as the wine flowed. With our kids in bed, the conversations carried into the evening, and the wine disappeared. Just three of us were drinking. Since Sara was pregnant, she abstained. She let us know that she was having twins again. My wife drunkenly asked how she kept in such great shape with what would be baby #4 and 5 by our count. Sara just laughed and smiled. Her husband didn't drink that much either. He was buzzed, but not out of control.

Mary, on the other hand, was happy to be around someone besides kids. She tends to loosen up a lot when she gets drunk. I was pretty drunk, but I remember learning that Charles was a yoga instructor. My wife does some yoga, and the two of them started a conversation about that. During this time Sara decided to go home. It was getting late, and she needed her rest. Charles stayed a little longer. He decided to take the opportunity to help my wife's yoga "technique." She showed some positions, and he corrected her posture and positioning. Moving her legs into place, getting very handsy. The two of them were flirting, and it was clearly giving me a hard-on. Around 12:30, we all said goodnight, and my wife and I ended the day with two new friends.

The following weeks were uneventful. Sara was perky as always; she was talking with my wife almost daily. My wife was thinking about taking some yoga classes with Charles. I was hitting it off with both Sara and Charles. Sara seemed to flirt a lot, which I didn't mind. One thing that did bug me (other than that her husband seemed to transform) was that I had no idea how a yoga instructor could afford five kids. Sara seemed to have a well-paying job, but we lived in an expensive neighborhood, even if you didn't have kids, it was costly. Oh well, we seemed to have some good neighbors nearby, and that was all we could ask for.

So this is when things got really interesting. For the remainder of Sara's pregnancy, she became an excellent friend with my wife. They confided in each other, and my wife confided in me. What she ended up learning was nothing short of amazing. Mary and Sara spoke about the difference between black and white lovers. My wife was curious, and Sara was happy to indulge that curiosity. I still don't know who started the conversation, but I loved hearing my wife describe what they spoke about. That alone was incredibly hot, and she and I had some of the best sex afterward. Basically, Sara had been married before, to some white dude, also named Charles (more on that coincidence later). I didn't know it, but I had seen him around before. I guess he stopped by occasionally. Well, Sara got the best of him in the divorce because that is where most of their money came from. In fact, Sara didn't even need to work and was thinking about an early "retirement." That was interesting, but it was really hot was the talk about her current husband. I guess the guy is hung. Like well over 10 inches.

Sara joked that she had no choice but to get pregnant from a cock like that. I was surprised by how open she had been to my wife. We were friends now, but that is still a lot of information. Mary didn't seem to mind and seemed to have 2 or 3 amazing stories about Charles each week. It was like she was in his fan club. Whenever she filled me in on these stories, we had great sex afterward. Like "Do whatever you want" kind of sex. I didn't mind...

Finally, Sara had her second set of twins. She was out of the hospital in a few days and back home, already starting some workouts to get back into shape. This woman was unstoppable. At this point, we had known them for a while. My wife was going to yoga two times a week, and she and Sara were great friends. I would hang out with Charles regularly, and Sara was still a fun flirt. We had grown close. Right after Sara had the babies, we met them at there house. It was the four of us and Charles's friend Darnell. Darnell seemed like Charles's brother. Same great attitude and energy. Similar shape and build.

On "girl's night out," my wife learned some seemingly strange information about our dear friends. Things that were confusing but would later fill in a lot of blanks. One month after her twins, my wife asked jokingly if they would have more. Sara replied that she was planning to. That surprised my wife, but what came next shocked her even more. She was taking a fertility drug. Like a pretty high dose. She said that her first pregnancy was rough and that the next two seemed unbelievable, and she credited the fertility drug leading up to the pregnancy. I'm not a doctor, but that struck me as total bullshit. I didn't buy it, but I also didn't know what else to think. Maybe she just thought it helped? I wasn't sure. These were great people, but there was just so much that didn't make sense to me.

Over the next few weeks, we saw a lot of Darnell. More than we saw Charles. Mary, who was basically best friends with Sara now, decided to ask what his story was. Rather than answer, Sara suggested that we meet at their place for dinner (and wine), and she would adequately introduce us. Sara said she really missed being drunk and wanted to make up for our first dinner when she wasn't able to drink. Dinner was just two days away, and Sara's husband had the kids overnight (even the new baby). Weird, but whatever! We got a babysitter too!

Saturday evening, my wife decided to get dressed up. She looked like she was going clubbing. Short black dress stopping about 4 inches above her knees. Clearly, no bra and unbeknownst to me, no panties either.

Let me take a moment to describe my wife. She is 5'7" and 37 years old. Red hair, pale skin, killer legs, amazing ass. A total MILF.

This dinner was like the last except Darnell was there, and Sara was shit-faced drunk. Mary wasn't far behind her. I sat with Sara and Darnell while my wife spoke with Charles and discussed yoga. Before long, Charles was helping my wife with her technique again. Except there was one big difference. She was NOT in yoga friendly clothes. It was like everywhere Charles touched her last time was bare skin now. Like she was anticipating or at least hoping it would happen again. Picture a dining room table for 6 off of a living room. No walls between, just wide open. I was at the table with Sara and Darnell, and my wife was 15 feet away, doing some "yoga" while we spoke.

I couldn't help but watch the two of them. Charles had his hands on her bare thighs, the small of her back. Guiding her amazing legs by touching her powerful calves. Darnell and Sara seemed to notice I was fixated and asked if I was OK. I replied that I was and started to learn more about Darnell. Sara began to talk for him. Describing how great he was and how he would be around more often. She was so excited to have him there, and her intoxication hid nothing. She went on and on and accidentally referred to him as Charles. I remember thinking it was a Freudian slip. About 25 minutes went by, and I looked over at Mary. Charles was calling out different yoga positions as she showed her form. She was in her own world.

"Warrior 1, Good."

"Chair, Good."

"Warrior Two, Good..." Charles rattled off.

Then it happened... "Warrior Three," he said.

Without a pause, Mary obeyed. If you don't know your Yoga poses, take a moment to google "Warrior Three." Now imagine a redhead doing that in a black "club" dress that stops 4 inches above her knees. Needless to say, Charles and everyone else got a load of Mary's pussy. Not only that, but it was clearly "ready" Her lips were glistening, full, and red with the blood pumping to them. The redness amplified by the contrast to her pale inner thighs. Mary's cunt was on display, and she didn't seem to care.

"Downward dog!" She did as commanded.

"Tree pose." Fuck, I was hard, and she was like his plaything.

All this time, Sara didn't stop looking at me. She didn't look at my wife, and I could feel her eyes on me. At this time, I felt a hand move up my thigh until it touched my cock. It quickly retracted after verifying my raging boner. Just then, Sara snapped her fingers to get my attention, and she started talking to me. What she said blew my mind.

Sara seemed almost sober when she started talking to me. She began to explain everything. She was indeed married to Charles, but not "our" Charles. Her original "white" husband Charles. The Charles we knew was really a guy named Duncan. She had Duncan take his name (and everything else). Furthermore, Duncan wasn't the first guy to do this. He was the 3rd Charles.

"I KNEW IT!" I shouted, causing Mary to jump to attention.

Duncan was indeed a yoga instructor and had indeed fathered twins with Sara. Sara went on to explain that Duncan is fantastic and will be hanging around, but Darnell would take the title of "Charles." This Charles thing was a part joke on her real husband and part cover story for the neighbors. Duncan's parting gift was to administer a "test" to their new friends (Us, obviously). This test was to verify if Duncan could win over my wife's affection. That clearly wasn't the issue. Sara's part was to confirm that I was indeed interested too. Hence the feeling for a boner.

Well, we clearly passed. My wife was listening now. Her dress scrunched up near her waist from her yoga session and a dazed look on her face. Everything came together in my mind. Sara loved black cock, she was about to get knocked up by Darnell (aka new Charles). Mary was a dripping mess on display. My pants were about to tear from this raging hard-on I had. The only thing that was missing was the answer to the question. What was the fertility drug about, and most importantly, what happens next?