New to the Neighborhood

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NOTE: This SRP is closed except by invitation.

The moving van had been to the house the day before. It was a brick house with a basement on a quiet tree-lined street n the suburbs. Anyone who’d been paying attention to the movers would have noticed that everything that came out of the van was for grown ups. There were no kid’s play sets, bunk beds, bikes. The new neighbors were middle aged. They’d had their family and now were anxious to begin a new chapter, enjoying life for themselves. Terry Arrowwood worked in the city as a nurse. Her , Josh, commuted in the opposite direction, working as an engineer. She was 5’8” and he was 6’ 2”. They both had dark brown hair and blue eyes although Josh’s hair was slowly showing flecks of grey.

The house was nice although not new. There was an open living room and dining room/kitchen on the first floor along with bedrooms. Downstairs was a bar, pool table and the inevitable nondescript basement spaces which were now brimming with moving boxes. Their first night in the new home, Josh and Terry set up the bar, ordered out for pizza then retreated to the basement for dinner, drinks and porn on the big screen. It was the bar and the pool room that cinched their decision on this particular house. Josh and Terry were mostly undressed after a couple of cocktails. Josh pushed her back on the leather couch, moved her panties aside and plunged his cock deep into her sopping wet slit. They’d never been quiet lovers and down in basement, they felt there was no reason to hold anything back.

Their foreplay and lovemaking went on for over half an hour during which they were quite unaware that every gasp, every moan, every cuss word… every noise they made was plainly heard through an open window.

 

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As Terry and Josh lost themselves in each others lust, their passion filled romp and vocal approvals filtered out for anyone within 200 feet of their coupling to enjoy. Terry was multi-orgasmic and with Josh's large helmet on his cock, she could always cum many times as his bulbous stature hit her g-spot perfectly. Josh sexually knew, almost instinctively from the start of their relationship, what Terry needed in a lover. It was this closeness, this soulfulness that built their lovemaking into such a vocal frenzy as they seemed to have been built for the other.

Next door to the new neighbors, were Cindy and Sam. They were empty nesters who had been working all day. They arrived home to see that the new couple they heard had bought the house, had finally arrived--boxes and moving materials pilled near the front door. They were going to grab a bite to eat and then drop over to the pair bringing them a house warming gift of a case of wine.

Cindy was in her late 40's, 5'-6" tall with perky breasts and a shapely ass that younger women envied. Sam was a few years older, just under 6 feet tall and still in good shape. They had been together for a number of years, had many discussions of what each one enjoyed in sex and life and were laid back not letting the drama of every day life interfere with their personal needs. They, like Terry and Josh, seemed to have been perfectly put together by those higher beings who control happiness.

Cindy and Sam decided to have a late dinner on their deck, which was about 50 feet from the open basement window above Terry and Josh's passionate making. They had just finished grilling a few steaks and were preparing to turn on Pandora when Josh said, "Cindy do you hear a woman screaming?" They paused for a minute, but thought, "who would be screaming this time of night in our quiet neighborhood?"

So Cindy and Sam turned back to their meal, music and discussion of each other's day when Cindy stopped Sam in mid-sentence, "I think you're right I do hear something, but it's a guy?! Turn the music off."

As they both intently listened for a disturbance in the night, the sounds grew louder and seemed very close. In the distance, a woman's voice clearly rang out "Fuck me, fuck me, make me cum!" Sam smiled a Dr. Seuss Grinch-like grin and looked at Cindy, "I heard that! Is that the new neighbors?"

Being open minded and a bit voyeuristic, they pushed their meals to the center of the table and quietly made their way to the source of the noise--an open window between their houses. As they came upon the open window, more of Terry and Josh's coupling spilled forth. Whereas, they heard familiar grunts and groans of a couple intently pounding each other, they heard Terry say, "Yes, harder! Fuck your wife!" Cindy reached over and grabbed Sam's hand pulling him close so she could whisper in his ear, "Sounds like this couple and us should be friends?"

 

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Completely oblivious to the fact that they had an audience, Josh and Terry fell to sleep exhausted by sex as much as from moving. In the morning, Josh happened to glance over his shoulder as he stepped into the shower. Terry’s fingernail tracks were plain running down his bare back, although he really didn’t have to see them to know they were there. He could feel them with every twist and turn and the hot shower spray only intensified the pain. It stayed with him for most of the day.

By mid-afternoon though, Josh was feeling more like himself and knowing that Terry would be working later than usual he made plans to stop by fitness center for a workout on the way home. It was crowded when he arrived, but the crowd was thinning out and he was able to work up a good sweat without a lot of waiting around. Back in the locker room, Josh finally took his time. He stripped his shirt off, confident that Terry’s marks were still evident. Out of the corner of his eye, Josh was gratified that more than one other guy did a double take when they saw his back.

It hadn’t always been so, but one thing that Josh liked about going to the fitness center was that it was unusual if he was the only guy in the showers with shaved cock and balls. It just wasn’t a big thing any more… and yet if you shaved, it was. He noticed – or maybe just imagined – that other guys who shaved didn’t seem to mind getting checked out too often and he found that he could easily fall into conversation most other guys who only might have had that one thing in common.

For Josh’s part, the locker room was his guilty pleasure. His eyes did wander. Something about a smoothly shaved nicely hung cock drew his attention and it didn’t go without notice. He’d been approached – in the shower… in the locker room… walking out to his car by different guys. He always demurred, yet he always came back, he always looked and he always was willing to be chatted up. Tonight a total stranger told Josh that, “...he couldn’t help notice the nail tracks down his back…,” and Josh filled him in on some of the details of the first night of sex in the new house that resulted in the marks down his back. The guy almost looked like he wanted to reach out for Josh’s cock… and the funny thing was that Josh had the same feeling himself. THAT was new and when Josh realized that he was feeling a little more than just pleasantly firm, he made a quick excuse and went for a towel.

Walking out to his car later, that feeling was still with him. What would have happened if he’d acted on that subtle impulse? What if he had and it hadn't stopped there???