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I dropped the last of the moving boxes into the garage and tapped the garage door opener to close it up. I had ten minutes left to gas up the rental truck and return it so I slipped out while the door was lowering and hopped up into the truck. Someone walked toward my window and smiled. I rolled it down, looking at the man, mid-40s, who looked like he was just finishing a run.

“Welcome, neighbor! I’m Robert. I live at the end of the street, right before it loops back around. 340.”

“Oh hello Robert. I’m Ant. Anthony.”

“I won’t keep you. I’m sure you have to take this thing back. My wife is bringing you dinner tonight. We can talk more then. i just wanted to be the first to say hello.”

I thanked him and rolled up the window, put the truck in drive and released the emergency brake. He waved as I pulled away.

I remember thinking that I really couldn’t believe this was our new neighborhood. It was a single street, all new construction, high end houses, on a county road far from anyone else. There was a little park for the kiddos. Apparently, the neighbors are all super cool.

A few hours later, Lara and I were unboxing some dishes when the doorbell rang. I opened it and Robert introduced his wife. I welcomed them in and led them to the kitchen.

“This is my wife Lara. Lara, this is Kate and Robert. They are our neighbors.”

“We brought dinner! Hope you like homemade fried chicken.”

“Is this for real? Our last neighborhood was nothing like this. I don’t think anyone even said hi to us in the four years we were there, and you brought us dinner.”

Lara and I looked at each other in disbelief. Robert and Kate just smiled.

“It’s different here. We pride ourselves on having a true community. It’s like a tribe. We are there for one another. In fact, there’s a barbecue at the Johnson’s tomorrow. You’re all invited.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to crash a party.”

“Can’t crash something if you’re invited.”

The next evening we had brought the kids back from their grandparents and the four of us walked over to 312. It was just a few doors down. The gate to the backyard was open and we could hear music as well as the sounds of people in a pool, of a volleyball being hit, cheers.

Once we walked through the gate, we were warmly welcomed by all. I met so many people I didn’t remember a single name. Even the Johnson’s. Robert and Kate said it was normal. They all go out of their way to make the newest neighbors feel welcome.

While Lara took the kids to the pool to help them get ready, Robert pulled me aside.

“Did you see the HOA agreement? We don’t let anyone look at it before closing.”

“Yes, briefly.”

“Any questions?”

“Not really. $60 a month. Notify HOA before getting a new roof or fence, keep the grass cut.”

“And the addendum?”

“Can’t say I remember seeing it,” I trailed off at the end of the sentence as I saw a woman in her 20s climb out of the pool. Water ran off of her body, her bikini leaving little to the imagination.

“Ah, that’s Kim. She moved in last summer. Husband is away on deployment. Anyway, in the addendum there are a few items that have been added over the years. Make an honest effort to supply anything you own to those in need. If a neighbor needs propane for his grill and asks, share your spare bottle. That sort of thing.”

“That’s actually a good rule for a HOA.”

“Yes. We think so. We thought it would help instill some values that we thought were needed here. Another one is more of a suggestion. But strongly encouraged.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s take a brief walk.”

He guided me toward the gate and we walked down a few houses. As we passed our house, he paused.

“In some cultures, when a husband passes away, family subs in a relative to take his spot. In medieval Europe, kings and queens would forge alliance by marriage. In our neighborhood, we thought about these big ideas and sought a way to use what worked and what didn’t. We came up with a simple system. Each couple, or owner of a house of single, is allowed six bi-monthly sessions per year with anyone else in the neighborhood.”

“Wait, what? I don’t know if I’m

following.”

“It’s what it sounds like. Every two months, if you want to sleep with Kim, you can. If my wife wants to sleep with you, she can. I won’t make her. But the spirit of community here kind of regulates this naturally.”

“Uh… so if one of the men here wants to sleep with my wife, he can? What if I say no?”

“Well, we consider that not very neighborly. To maintain the tribe aspect here, if one doesn’t fit in, they aren’t part of the tribe. It becomes uncomfortable and they eventually decide to move out. But trust me, you want to be part of the community. It’s amazing to belong. I know what you mean when you said you bursa escort didn’t know anyone in your old neighborhood. People get suspicious of each other. No one helps each other, and forget the friendly ‘hello.’. Here, if your wife is carrying groceries in, anyone driving by will stop and lend a hand.”

“That all sounds great. Really. But I know my wife. She won’t want to share me.”

“Let Kate deal with her. She’s likely talking to her about it right now.”

“You guys don’t waste any time.”

“We don’t. It’s best to establish the relationship ASAP. It helps everyone get accustomed to it faster. We wait a month and it’s even more of a shock.”

“I have to ask. This…arrangement, applies only to homeowners right?”

“Oh yes, don’t worry. Nothing illegal happens here. We make sure that everyone is protected.”

“And this happens once every two months?”

“Yes. Men’s choice meet up the last Saturday of the month. Women’s is second Friday of the month.”

“What if two men pick your wife?”

“Exactly what you’d think. The dynamic can shift quite a bit. Heck, Kate was with a couple, man and woman, last time.”

“Can I give it some thought?”

“Of course. Talk with Lara tonight. See what she is thinking.”

We started walking back to the barbecue. I didn’t have anything else to say. I felt depressed mostly. Here was this awesome community. Our dream house. But I knew that Lara would have an issue with their methods.

“One more thing. Teddy from 390, works in IT and set up a server for everyone here. It contains and filters our security footage. The adults have a password protected folder where new residents upload a few things about themselves. A questionnaire, a photo, and a submission video.”

“Submission video,” I asked. The questionnaire and photo just made sense. Put a face to a name and read a little about everyone.

“Proves you’re in. If you can submit one, you can handle the other stuff. Nothing worse than figuring it out too late.”

“Don’t you all worry about legal recourse and if these videos get leaked or I don’t know, someone claims harassment.”

“As I said, we are a tight group. There’s trust there. And our server protects us. With buy-in from all as well as accountability and security footage, there’s no reason for a lawsuit. Well, here we are. Enjoy the party and talk with Lara. Shoot me a text when you’ve made up your mind.”

I walked by the pool and checked on the kids who were having a blast with their new friends. Lara put her hand around my waist and smiled up at me.

“I love it here,” she said.

“Me too.”

“What’s wrong? You hesitated.”

“Robert and I had a talk about some things. Did Kate fill you in?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, with a slight nod.

“And your thoughts? We can’t do it, right?”

“Well, I thought that at first. But I think I’m coming around. I understand what they’re doing.”

“But, would you be able to share me,” I asked. “I always got the impression that you wouldn’t.”

“If it’s mutual, I think it can work. They aren’t breaking up marriages here. If anything, they’re protecting the households.”

“Let’s enjoy the party and give it some more thought later.”

That night, after we had the best evening with everyone, I logged onto the server, using the access information on our HOA form. I read through the questionnaire and started answering questions about myself. Things like my favorite foods, sports teams, movies, places to visit. Generic but fun to think about. I posted a picture that had been one of my profile pics last year.

Lara joined me after her bath and filled in her information. Then we opened the instructions for the video:

Use a phone to record. Pass between each party at least once so that both parties are seen.

If single, then use a mirror.

Lights on, or natural daylight.

No clothing. No covering with sheets.

Length, up to interpretation.

Don’t be boring.

They stared at the monitor for at least thirty seconds longer than it took to read the short set of instructions.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“Well, when did they want our answer?”

“Tomorrow, I think.”

“Let’s go for it,” she said. “I feel at home here and I don’t want to mess that up.”

“And if there are unintended consequences?”

“We will get through them. We have a solid relationship and we communicate.”

“Are you sure,” I said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Let’s make a quick thing. Strip,” she ordered me.

The next morning I received an email notification. Our submission was approved. We would participate in community activities in a few weeks time.

We upped our exercise routines, without even discussing it. We just started working out more. We wanted to look our best. bursa escort bayan We scrolled through the submissions from all of the neighbors. It became quite addictive to try to learn about everyone, and of course, skim their videos. Some were boring. Shot wide and far. You couldn’t see anything. They must have been the reason the rules changed. A few stood out, Kim’s submission in particular. It was picture-in-picture and showed her sexting with her husband, as he was deployed in another country.

A few weeks later, we received our notifications for the month. Someone picked me. I clicked the link and it was Kim! I didn’t expect that. I felt giddiness that I needed to contain. I didn’t want Lara to feel jealousy about my appointment.

Then I checked her notification. 8 links. Did that mean 8 people? I clicked each one, opening in a new window. Sure enough. 8 men had chosen her. My head spun. Now I was the jealous one. So much interest in her.

I took the laptop up to our much- loved master bath. She was reclining in the soaking tub and sat up when I entered.

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to show you the arrangements this time. We are in.”

“Oh. I hope I can handle this. I’m so nervous. I don’t want you to have too much fun,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll always love you. Anyway, I’m the one that’s nervous.”

“Why?”

“Take a look.”

I propped the laptop on the edge of the tub and showed her both windows. She frowned when she saw Kim, ten years younger and a bit more of a vixen. I need to add that my wife is the sexiest woman I know. She turns heads even at 35, where I’m just a middle-aged bald guy.

Then she clicked the other notification.

“8! What does that mean?”

“I asked Robert what happens if there’s multiple people interested, and he said, ‘exactly what you think.'”

“What? Like all at once?”

I nodded and Lara seemed to grow dizzy. She shook her head, refocused her eyes, and read the screen again.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she said. “Maybe if there were 2 guys, but 8?”

“We agreed to the rules though. If we back down, it won’t look good.”

“I know. I know.”

“They’ll use condoms. It’s mandatory.”

“That’s not my biggest worry. What if I’m sore after the first guy, or second. You know I’m small.”

“Do you want to back out?”

“Let me think about it.”

She drained the tub and put on some yoga pants and a sleeveless T and went for a walk. When she returned she told me her though process in one long nervous assertion. I listened, willing to support whatever she wanted.

“I walked a few laps around the circle and said hi to a few neighbors. They all were very nice and told me they were willing to help us anytime. They even suggested play dates for our kids. Kim offered to babysit. So all this stuff is happening out there and I decide the trade-off is worth it. When I think of 8 men and a woman, I think of some rough porn scene where the woman seems to be abused. These men aren’t like that. They’re family-oriented. They treat their wives well. They’ll treat me well. So I say, let’s go for it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“OK.”

A few days later, Kim texted me that she was outside. I went downstairs and opened the door for her. She was wearing jean shorts, showing off her long, lean legs, along with a white tank top. I could see her pink bra straps.

“Come in,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“Lara is upstairs and the kids are asleep. We have a spare room in the basement.”

“Actually, I’m cool if she wants to join us.”

“Really,” I sounded too excited. A threesome with my wife? The stuff of midnight fantasies.

“Ha, sure!”

“Well, we could head up to our room.”

“After you.”

I walked into the room and explained Kim’s offer. She said she was up for it and could cross one of the things off my forever not-going-to-happen sex bucket list. Win-win. Plus she could keep an eye on me. I laughed and waved Kim in.

“So, this is our first time with anyone outside of our marriage,” I said.

“I see. Well, I’m sure you read that I moved in with my husband last year. He was able to help move in before he was deployed. He wasn’t here for my initial encounter with the neighbors. I remember how nervous I was.”

“You said neighbors. Did more than one choose you?”

“Oh yes. There were 6 or 7. All the men, it seemed.”

“That’s going to be me in a few weeks. How did it go?”

“Are you nervous?” Lara nodded.

“Don’t be. They’re all totally cool.”

“See,” I said.

“I’m sorry. This is your party,” Lara said.

“As your first, it’s up to me to say, welcome to the neighborhood, with my body.”

At that, Kim lifted her top off, unclasped her bra and dropped it to the carpet, escort bursa followed by her shorts. She pushed me back onto the bed, leaned her breasts over me as she unzipped my shorts and slid them down. I watched her, and so did Lara though she stood to the side of the bed. Kim’s thumbs looped into her panties and she pulled them down, peeling them away from her hairless pussy. Her panties stuck to her pussy lips ever so slightly until her hands slid far enough down to overcome it. They sprung free and she dropped them to the floor.

She pulled my boxers down and my limp cock flopped to the side. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘not bad’.

She stepped toward Lara and undressed her, playing it up to get me aroused. Two women now nearly naked. She slipped her hand into Lara’s panties and Lara tilted her head back and gasped. Her breathing changed. She pushed Kim back, she said she was close and wasn’t ready to orgasm yet. Kim smiled at the thought.

She followed Kim’s lead and they knelt on the bed on each side of me, taking turns sucking me off. Then they both did a long slow lick of me entire cock. By now I was rock hard.

Lara unrolled a condom over me while Kim squatted above me, knees bent to the sides, her hands on my chest. She gasped as I entered her. Lara moved around and took one of Kim’s breasts into her hands, then her mouth.

One of her fantasies, one she was embarrassed about until I told her I totally was into it, was that she wanted to have sex with a woman with big breasts. Kim’s weren’t massive but they hung like two grapefruits from her chest, loose and large for her frame. I wanted to pin her down by her small shoulders and shove my cock between her boobs.

I slid my hand between Lara’s legs and touched her pussy. She was wet and begging for my fingers. Two of mine.

Kim was now bucking her hips, grinding against me. I was relieved for the condom because I wouldn’t last long with the ferocity she showed if I could feel her smooth pussy against my cock, clenched and growing wetter by the second.

Lara was begging me for more though and Kim understood and hopped off. Lara fell onto her back and I stood by the side of the bed and slapped the tip of my cock against her pussy. I shook it faster and faster until she started to shake. Kim bent over and ripped my condom off and then took me in her mouth just once. Then I shoved my cock into Lara. She gasped and stopped breathing until I pushed all the way in her. I grabbed her ankles and held them a shoulders-width apart while Kim sucked on her clit.

Lara moaned forever, her pussy going through wave upon wave. I thought she had a few orgasms. She later told me it was five. Five steadily increasing in intensity. When she was spent, she remained on her back. Kim spread out on top of her, face to face, while I put another condom on and entered her. Then she looked into Lara’s eyes and said stuff that made even me blush, about how she was close to coming on her husband’s cock, and how good it felt, and how Lara’s pussy was lucky to have it.

Kim braced herself up on her hands, running her pubic bone against Lara’s while I felt her tightening around me. I knew she was close. She started slamming back against me and then collapsed onto Lara’s body.

Lara looked up at me, over Kim’s shoulder and nodded that it was OK. I knew what she meant.

So I took my leave and spun Kim over onto the bed. Taking a breast in each hand, I sucked on her nipples. I pressed them together and pinned her down by her shoulders. I ripped off the condom and fucked her breasts, the soft flesh giving to my hard cock. She watched my eyes as I did that. One of her hands slipping between her thighs. She begged me to go back in.

“I’m out of condoms,” I said. She looked to Lara, who looked back at her.

“It’s ok with me. I’m on birth control,” she said.

This time the sensation was overwhelming. Her pussy was like warm honey. I held her breasts and leaned over, looking into her eyes. She screamed and I felt her body quaking as I pumped her full of my come.

“My goodness,” Lara said. “That looked intense… for both of you.”

Kim nodded and I collapsed between them. I was out of breath. They watched my chest fall and my cock soften and lean sideways.

“That was the best welcome I’ve ever had,” I said.

They laughed and curled up beside me.

“I have high hopes for when it is my turn,” Lara said.

“It’ll be fun,” Kim added.

“I wonder, will I be there in the room,” I asked.

“That’s a good question. I mean, I allowed Lara here. My husband was away when it happened so we didn’t get the option. Do you want to be there?”

“With 8 guys, I don’t think she’ll have time to let me join in. Do I want to watch?”

“Well, actually, you were just initiated. So I think you can have your pick that night,” Kim said.

“Oh.”

“What,” I asked.

“I might want you in the house. It would make me feel safer. But let’s sleep on it.”

Lara and I fell asleep and Kim quietly slipped out, grabbing her clothes on the way.

Two weeks until my test… could I handle it?

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