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I get home from work and excitedly run into the kitchen to see my wife standing there and just yell, "Honey, I got it!, I got the fucking promotion." We open an insanely expensive bottle of wine and celebrate. This promotion comes with a humongous title and salary bump and also allows us to start thinking about some of the goals that we were setting for ourselves. Number 1 priority: get the fuck out of this small ass apartment in the city! Number 2: Move to the suburbs and get a nonsense house with a fucking pool! Way distant number 3: Start a family. The reason that I say way distant #3 is because I'm 34, still enjoying my life and honestly don't see kids currently in my life. My wife (Chrissy) and I (Allen) have different views on this, but they usually get pushed to the side due to both of us focusing more on work.
After reviewing finances and speaking to our financial advisory, immediate house hunting starts! It basically consumes our lives, like the planning of a wedding. We see home after home, weekend after weekend and then finally the new home chooses us. This IS our new home, 5 bedrooms, 4 ½ bathrooms, backyard pool, huge garage, and kitchen and of course a man cave basement for me. The realtor tells us that the previous owners needed to leave in a hurry, so the house is listed as furnished, so basically everything is done for us and we basically throw out everything from our shit ass apartment.
Move in day happens, which is somewhat easy for us and turns into more of an exploratory mission of what was left in the house. For the most part, everything is what it is in the house except for the garage. That's where I find so many boxes with listings of Christmas, Car, Kitchen, Games, Glass, and Pineapple. We feel like everything is self-explanatory except for Pineapple, we open this huge box and it's just filled with obvious sex toys, lubes, lotions, condoms and a couple of leather tarps. We both die laughing and quickly just close the box.
Over the next couple of hours, we are trying to set shit up, but our doorbell keeps ringing with the neighbor visits, that I honestly have only seen in movies. I've always lived in the city and throughout my whole life I would say maybe 3 neighbors ever had more than a 1-minute conversation with me. Today was completely different, we met 8 different neighbors. Only so many times I can say, "Hi, I'm Allen, Allen Here, Nice to meet you -- Allen." They are all couples, some with kids, some without, most within the 30-50 age range, some MILFs, some absolutely never in a million years MILFs, one very very welcoming gay couple and honestly a couple cool husbands. What I appreciated was that most of the husbands looked like me in some aspects: I'm 34, 6 '2, 240ish, hairy. Obviously, some way shorter, some way bigger, some way older but for the most part in somewhat of the same range. I say this but I forgot to mention the gay couple who obviously visit the gym regularly and for the most part, put all the other neighbors to shame.
The one couple that stayed longer than the others, Mitch and Lara, my wife and I totally vibed with. They live in the house directly to the right of us. They have been married for 5 years, no children, both focused on their work. Mitch was probably one of the better-looking husbands that we met, very dark features, 6 foot, 220 pounds, some meat on his bones and hair coming out of every part of his clothing. I know that I'm married but I will always appreciate a good-looking guy and I did dabble with some of my fraternity brothers in college. Nothing serious, just a couple of hand jobs, jerk off sessions and 1 blow job. The blow job only happened because I was in a threesome with one of my frat brothers and she said we could DP her only if we both suck each other's dicks for 30 seconds. We both were down, and both blew each other for definitely more than 30 seconds then proceeded to fuck her at the same time. That's the most risqué thing I have ever done, so naturally, I jerk off to that night many times.
We set up a deeper intro dinner with Mitch and Lara later in a week. We do the normal spread, lots of wine, cheese/charcuterie, and my wife makes her famous chicken parm. Lots of small talk -- basically we are all on a first date with the questions. My wife and I started asking about dirt on the other neighbors. It's the usual shit you hear on a sitcom about neighbors, this one is cheating on his wife, this one has an eating disorder, this one's kid has run away 3 times, etc. I finally ask, "So what about the previous owners?" Mitch and Lara looked at each other and Lara said, "Honestly, we don't really know that much, they kept to themselves for the most part. The only time we would hear from them was when Lisa was throwing a Tupperware or Pampered Chef party and some of the neighbors would go over, and they were just honestly looking for our money." My wife acknowledges and says, "Yes, we have definitely had some of those neighbors and friends in our past." Mitch then asks, "So did the previous owners leave anything behind, because I'm seeing a lot of their things here." I chimed in and said, "Yeah, there are so many boxes that they left in the garage. Some crazy shit in there. Wait, let me show you. Hey Babe, we are going to head to the garage quick, maybe take a hit of my pot vape and then head back in here for dessert." The wives give a scolding view of disapproval but me and Mitch shrug our shoulders and head to the garage.
Mitch and I take a couple hits of my vape, just bullshitting and once I start to feel it, I start telling him about the random boxes.
Me: Yeah, so they left all this shit here...normally named and then we get to a box named Pineapple.
Mitch: Pineapple?
Me: Yeah, we didn't know either but then we opened it and looked like it's just filled with sex toys and shit!
Mitch: What the fuck?
Me: Yeah, I know, crazy! So, I thought this leather thing was a tarp of some sort that maybe people fucked on but after some research after finding, its actually a sling. Then I came back in here and found these hooks above that were covered previously. So, I think the previous owners fucked in here!
Mitch: Wait, so you hang this up and you fuck someone in here?
Me: Yeah, I guess, hold on let me hang this up.
Mitch: How much weight does this support, do you think?
Me: Well, I'm 240 so if I don't fall on my ass right now, it's kinda legit.
Mitch: So, what's even the purpose of these, to fuck while being suspended? Does it add a different angle or pleasure point or something?
Me: I don't think so -- I think honestly, it's just for bondage and ease? Yeah, see there are straps for your arms and feet. Hook those clamps to my legs and I will show you, they hold your legs up. Now hook up my arms. See you are just here, all exposed!
Mitch: Wow, it seems that way. So, is this also like a swing? So, I can push you a bit. Yeah, it seems so. Oh, wow yeah, you are swinging a bit -- I can see how this would be easy to fuck.
-He moves closer to me and now when I swing back, I'm kinda hitting his crotch
Me: Yo, dude, can you let me out, I'm literally feeling you when I swing back against your crotch?
Mitch: What do you mean you are feeling me?
Me: Dude, I'm feeling your fucking dick against my ass.
Mitch: Oh, sorry bro, this sling just got me worked up.
Me: Totally cool dude, but fucking undo these clamps.
Mitch: You sure you want these clamps undone? Looks like it might be getting to you too.
Me: Dude, stop, I have no idea what that's about.
Mitch: I kinda have an idea, why don't I just have a quick feel? Oh fuck, you are super fucking hard.
Me: No seriously, get the fuck off my dick.
Mitch: Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?
Mitch starts to slowly dry fuck me in the sling, spits in his hand, then slips his hand under my shorts and grabs my cock, starting to jerk me off.
Mitch: You want me to stop while I have your hard dick in my hands and my dick is next to your ass? Huh? You want me to stop? Or do you want me to go faster?
-He starts dry slamming into my ass and feverishly jerking my cock. I start moaning uncontrollably and pleading to him, "Stop, please stop, don't do this." Meanwhile I'm in this intense sense of ecstasy and I don't want him to stop at all. I haven't been touched by a guy since college and no one is this forceful. Mitch knows what he wants, and he is going for it. I start grinding and fucking his hand that is jerking me off. This is just so wrong and exciting at the same time; our fucking wives are one garage door away. It all catches up to me and I just pass the point of no return. "Ugh, Ugh, fuck, ugh, ugh." My shorts are now drenched in cum. Mitch laughs, then smiles, then releases the wrist clamps. Mitch simply says, "Well nice to meet you neighbor", and just walks out of the garage and back into the kitchen with our wives.
To be continued.....