The Sugar Daddy Next Door Ch. 01

The Sugar Daddy Next Door Chapter 1

By Subone1

This is pure fantasy, take it for what it is. Don't try in to inject realism into this story, it won't work! Just enjoy!

My wife, Caroline, and I have been married for 4 years. She is 28 and I am 29. Caroline is petite, standing only 5'1" in her stocking feet. She weighs 110 pounds and has shoulder length black hair. Her pale skin is flawless, as are her pretty blue eyes. I love her dark eyebrows; she sort of has that "Snow White" look about her. Her figure is perfect, capped off by her 36C tits. She is very shy and quiet, submissive actually, almost to a fault. When we first met in college, it took me weeks to convince her to go out with me.

We were married a couple years after college. However, I intentionally misled Caroline out of fear of losing her. I knew she wanted to have children, but I am sterile, and I hid that fact from her. I rationalized that we could always adopt, so I told myself that misleading her was no big deal.

After a couple years of trying to conceive, I confessed my sterility to her. Luckily, she wasn't angry, just very disappointed in me and disappointed that she would never have a biological child of her own. Our life moved on.

I started my career as a junior CPA in a large accounting firm. It was a very competitive firm, and I had difficulty getting promoted. Caroline worked in a ladies clothing shop at the mall. With her sales commission, she normally made more money in a week than I did! We bought a nice starter home, and our life was comfortable, then came Covid. Caroline lost her job at the clothing shop and was struggling to find another position; seemingly getting more depressed every day. Money started to get tight.

Our next-door neighbors got foreclosed on and lost their home, so we considered ourselves lucky compared to them. Their house sold within days of going on the market.

Our new neighbor was a retired bank executive named Gerald. He lived alone, worked out a lot, and always gave us a friendly wave when he saw us. Gerald was a big guy, about 6'4" and probably weighed 225, but he was more muscle than fat. Gerald was black with salt and pepper hair. If not for the bit of gray in his hair, someone could easily mistake him for about 45 years old. In reality, he was in his early 60s.

Since losing her job, Caroline was home just about all day, every day. One day, Gerald invited Caroline over for coffee after I left for work. She declined that first offer, but Gerald persisted, and eventually she told me after work one night that she accepted his offer.

"That's great hon," I told her. "You need some social interaction. And besides, he seems like a smart guy, maybe he can give you some job hunting tips."

"He's very easy to talk to. I hope you're not upset, but I told him about how we're having money issues since I lost my job."

I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"Well, he's a retired bank executive, so he's probably a good guy to discuss money issues with. I'm not upset at all."

Caroline smiled and nodded. I sensed there was more she wanted to tell me, but I let it go. Her visits with Gerald soon grew into a daily event. I was happy she had someone to chat with and confide in. But in retrospect, I was naïve about how close they were becoming. I always suspected she preferred older men. She loved to be coddled and cuddled, definitely a daddy's girl!

Then one day I came home a bit early. Caroline was sitting at the kitchen table counting stacks of twenty-dollar bills! I think she had a few $50 bills as well. She was wearing a short black skirt, tight white tank top with no bra, and lots of makeup. She had kicked off a pair of high heels which were on the floor next to her chair. Her hair was askew, and her cheeks and chest looked flushed.

Startling her, I asked, "Whoa, what's going on here?"

"Oh, hi babe!" She replied. "I've been meaning to tell you that I got a job, today was payday! Gerald gives me a $20 bill every-time I complete a chore for him. If I do a 'special job', he gives me a $50 bill!"

Naturally I was full of questions! First and foremost, what the heck was a 'special job' I wondered?

"You're working for Gerald?"

She jumped up from the table and stepped back into her heels. Grabbing my hand, she said excitedly, "Come on, Gerald will explain it to you."

We walked next door to Gerald's house. I noticed that Caroline didn't even knock, she just walked in the back door with me in tow.

"Daddy! Brad is here with me!" She called out.

Why is she calling him 'Daddy' I wondered?

Gerald emerged from the other room. He was wearing gym shorts and a tank top, his physique clearly on display; he had a large gold chain around his neck. He was easily four or five inches taller than me, and several pounds heavier.

Shaking my hand he said, "Brad! Thanks for coming over. Has Caroline told you she found a job?"

I couldn't help but notice that Caroline was standing next to Gerald and not me. She had a huge smile on her face and had put her arm around Gerald's waist. Her normal shyness was apparently not an issue around Gerald.

"She mentioned it briefly, then brought me over here for you to explain it to me."

He poured all 3 of us a glass of wine, then led us into his family room. He gestured to a chair for me to sit down and then he and Caroline sat together on the couch. He casually draped his arm around her and gently rubbed her right tit through her tank top.

"Brad, I'm not one to beat around the bush. Caroline does indeed have a job now. She has agreed to be my Sugar Baby and I am now her Sugar Daddy."

I stared blankly at them both. I had read a story years ago about Sugar Daddies and their Sugar Babies, but really didn't know what all that entailed. Gerald sensed my confusion.

"Being a Sugar Baby doesn't necessarily have a specific job description. Rather, it simply means that your wife will make herself available to me whenever and wherever I want. I will have full access to her, and I mean that literally," he said blatantly.

I made eye contact with Caroline as she laid her head on Gerald's shoulder. She just smiled at me like she was on some kind of a high.

Gerald continued, "In return for complete and total access to her, she will be compensated handsomely. I know you two need the money. She will be my travel companion, administrative assistant, cook, personal shopper, maid, and sex toy."

I was speechless and dumbfounded. How had this relationship progressed so quickly to this? Sex toy!!??

"Your wife has agreed to be all these things for me, so there is really nothing left to discuss. She actually started a couple of weeks ago and has been helping me around the house with various things. Oh, and she'll refer to me as her 'Daddy' from now on."

I set my glass of wine down on the coffee table and sat back in the chair and just stared at the two of them. I was in shock and didn't know what to say.

"I'm glad you don't have any objections, I take your silence as agreement," Gerald said to me. "You can go now."

Just like that, our little discussion was over, and I was being dismissed. I stood and turned toward the door. I couldn't bear to turn around and face him as he spoke again.

"Brad, one other thing. Caroline told me about your inability to give her children. I'm going to help you with that. In fact, we've already started working on that, haven't we Baby?" He said smiling at my wife.

"Yes Daddy, we have!"

I hung my head, walked out the door and headed home. How did this happen? I never saw this coming. Caroline spent the night with Gerald, and I spent a restless night in our bed, wondering what the future held for me and for our marriage.

I awoke the next day, and, surprisingly had a new perspective on this whole thing. As I got ready for work, I thought, maybe this arrangement isn't so bad after all. We certainly need the money, and Gerald seemed to have plenty of it. Caroline has always wanted a baby, and the adoption process was cumbersome and extremely expensive. And to be honest with myself, I haven't seen Caroline this happy in years!

When I got home from work, Caroline was standing at the stove making dinner. She was only wearing sheer to the waist beige pantyhose and dark brown high heel pumps, nothing else! I noticed she had several folded-up bills tucked into her pantyhose, they all looked like $50 bills. Her hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, her makeup was heavy and exotic. As I walked into the kitchen, she handed me a beer and gave me a big kiss.

"Hi hon," she said happily. "How was your day?"

"Ummm, great thanks. Gerald doesn't need you tonight?"

"Oh, Daddy ALWAYS needs me!" She said giggling. "But he wanted to share me with you for a bit. He thought it would be nice if I fixed dinner for you. He's so thoughtful!"

I thought to myself sarcastically, "nice guy, sharing my own wife with me!"

"What's with the outfit?" I asked as I sipped my beer.

Caroline spun around and said, "Do you like it? Daddy likes me like this. I've been dressed like this all day!"

When she turned around, she even had some $50 bills tucked into the backside of her pantyhose.

"From the look of all those $50 bills in your pantyhose, you must have done a lot of special jobs for Gerald today," I said.

She just looked and smiled, "It's been a busy day! And that man has a LOT of energy and stamina!"

"Are you.... having sex with him!?"

"Of course, silly! Where do you think all these $50s came from?"

We had a nice dinner, just the two of us, like old times, except of course she was sitting across from me wearing only pantyhose and high heels! Over dinner I told Caroline about my new perspective on this whole arrangement.

"You know babe, the more I think about this, the more okay I am with it. I love seeing you so happy!"

She beamed as I continued.

"The extra money will certainly come in handy, and you aren't stuck in some boring nine to five job."

I guess my mention of extra money reminded her of all the money stuck inside her pantyhose. As we continued to talk, she casually took them all out and laid them on the table.

"Oh honey, it makes me so happy to hear you say this! Here, take this money and pay some our bills." She said, getting up from the table as her phone buzzed.

She smiled as she read a text.

"Daddy needs me now honey, looks like you get to clean up the kitchen tonight! We're gonna go skinny dipping in his pool! Isn't that fun!? Well, not skinny dipping exactly, he wants me to keep my pantyhose on while we swim, but at least he'll be naked," she said with a grin.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and sashayed out our backdoor. I watched her from our kitchen window as she walked across our backyard in nothing but pantyhose and high heels. I hoped the neighbors weren't watching! Suddenly, I was getting hard.

Over the next few weeks, we settled into a routine. Caroline spent most of her days and all of her nights with her Daddy. Occasionally, Gerald would share her with me so we could have dinner together, but nothing more. I noticed more and more of her clothes were migrating over to Gerald's. She was spending so much of her time there, I guess it didn't make sense to keep running home for her clothes.

One Saturday afternoon I got a text from Caroline.

Daddy would like to see you, we're out back at his pool. C'mon over!

I wasn't doing much, just puttering around the house, so I headed on over. My wife and her black Sugar Daddy were standing on the patio by the pool. I couldn't help but notice their matching swimsuits. Gerald wore a bright red, spandex speedo style suit. On most men his age it would look ridiculous, but on him, it looked pretty damn good. Caroline wore a matching red bikini bottom, but nothing else, no top. Her tits had been smothered in suntan oil and looked so fucking sexy. Her hair back in that high and tight ponytail again, obviously her Sugar Daddy likes that look. Heavy, almost whorish makeup completed her look.

Gerald saw me staring at my wife's tits and said, "Sorry Brad, those don't belong to you anymore."

Caroline had this dreamy, far away look on her face as she snuggled up to her Sugar Daddy. I honestly think he was pumping her full of sedatives or something, not that I could stop him if he was.

I looked at Caroline's hand as she lovingly rubbed the front of her Daddy's swimsuit. Gerald's bulge was huge! No wonder Caroline had that dreamy look on her face, he had probably just finished fucking the shit out of her!

Gerald saw me staring at his bulge and laughed. "Your wife told me she suspected you were interested in sucking cock. Maybe someday I'll give you a taste of what she's already very familiar with!"

Caroline stood on her cute tip toes and whispered something into her Daddy's ear. Gerald just grinned and said, "Great idea Baby girl!"

Caroline grabbed hold of both sides of Gerald's speedo and slowly, seductively, slid his suit down his muscular legs. She stared at me and smiled while doing this. Gerald's massive cock sprung free out of the spandex suit, I couldn't look away, it was so damn impressive! She helped him step out of his suit and tossed it at my feet. She then grabbed his cock and obscenely stroked it, and pointed and waved it right at me. Gerald folded his arms across his chest and smirked at me.

Caroline said to me, "You know you want this, don't you baby?"

She waved it at me some more. My mouth watered and my resolve was faltering. I just couldn't help staring at it. Caroline grabbed a cushion off a nearby chair and dropped it on the ground in front of her Daddy. She patted the cushion with her other hand, beckoning me to kneel in front of her black Sugar Daddy and his monster cock.

"Come on baby, just a little taste. I've seen your gay porn magazines; you're a closet cocksucker and you know it. Here's your chance to try it for real. Trust me, Daddy tastes great!"

I was briefly embarrassed she had found my stash of gay porn, but slowly knelt down on the cushion, my resistance shattered and my submission complete.

"That's a good boy Brad," my wife cooed. "Open up and let me feed it to you."

I looked up into her eyes and opened my mouth. She placed a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me toward her Daddy's cock.

Then she said, "This cock has given your wife so much pleasure. I know your gonna fall in love with it just like I did."

I licked the massive head tentatively and then engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth. I was instantly addicted. It was everything I had imagined and more. Caroline was gently running her fingers through my hair as I willingly sucked her Daddy's cock.

"Now that you're on your knees sucking Daddy's cock, he has something he wants to tell you," Caroline said softly. "Keep sucking baby."

From my knees, with his cock fully in my mouth, I looked up at Gerald. He smiled down at me and said, "I have filled your wife with my baby seed every night for the past month. The cock you are now sucking has made her a complete woman, something you could never do. Your wife is pregnant with my baby Brad."

I don't know why, but I was so happy I started crying. Caroline was still running her fingers through my hair; it was such a beautiful and surreal moment!

"Keep sucking baby. Daddy's gonna let you taste his baby seed."

And I did. I sucked his cock like a common street whore. I was happy about the news and excited to be sucking my first cock all at the same time! Soon Gerald's tool twitched uncontrollably in my mouth, signaling the imminent release of his potent baby seed.

I looked up and Gerald was smirking while he watched me, a satisfied look of conquest on his face. Caroline was proudly smiling down at me. Suddenly his cock erupted, I almost gaged.

"Good boy baby," my wife cooed. "Don't disappoint Daddy and spill his precious seed, swallow every drop like I do."

And I did. I swallowed it all, not a single drop escaped my lips. I pulled my mouth off his tool and stared at the monster that had just orally violated me. I smiled to myself, proud that I could handle such an impressive specimen.

"Well done, Brad!" Gerald complimented me. "Anytime you want another taste, just ask."

Gerald directed my wife to fetch us all drinks and we sat around his patio table sipping and relaxing. Gerald still had not put his swimsuit back on. After getting us our drinks, my wife sat on his lap, her drink in one hand while she fondled his monster cock absentmindedly with her other hand.

Gerald informed me that it was only proper that I announce my wife's pregnancy to the rest of our family. I was an only child and my mom had passed away a few years ago, so that left only my dad on my side of the family. Caroline's mom was currently on a cruise with some of her friends, but her dad was around. Both of our parents lived in town. Her two siblings lived out of town.

Gerald told me to arrange a dinner at a nice restaurant the following Friday, the three of us, plus my dad and Caroline's dad were to be the attendees.

To be continued.....