The Neighbour 3

Ben 3

In summary for those who haven’t read the other parts. Starting in 2010 just before my 30th birthday, with the collusion of my husband I had become a sex slut for a neighbour of ours. What started out as just a rough sex game had developed over the following months to my humiliation and submission to this man who was 22 years my senior. But I loved it! this was so far removed from the gentle love making I’d experience from men in the past.

On that very first day he had wound up my sexual excitement, which had me undressing on my doorstep and walking across to him in just a pair of heels, where upon I’d suck him, let him fuck me in my arse and pussy, I’d rimmed him and drunk his piss. I was hooked; no man had ever treated me that way. Over the next months I had regularly repeated that first day he also came to the house and used me in front of my husband and also together with him. Of an evening he’d phone and I’d get ready in minutes, leaving my bedroom in just heels and stockings to go to him and by this time maybe one or two of his mates to be abused and used. My husband and I had also introduced him to several wives including my sister who’d want to play those games.

By the next year, my now weekly sessions had involved the same plus mild BDSM play with flogger; whips and canes; bondage. One or two of my husband’s friends were also into this play and I was learning the pain and pleasure principle and finding that my sister and other friends were more experienced in this play than me.

In August that year, I remember he pulled some playing cards out, he had this game with 6 cards only, 4 kings and 2 jokers each joker he’d marked with the initial of my son’s names. He had me shuffle them and lay them out, face down, I had to choose a card, if it was a joker, I had to bring that son over with me on my next session. I thought he was joking; one was 9 the other 11 years old at the time. He was in a way; he was testing me to get a reaction. That first time I just said ‘No way’, he left it at that, but I felt rather strange, it was a similar feeling years before when my husband said he’d like to watch me get shagged by a couple of hung black guys.

On my next visit there a week later, he produced the cards again and I told I wasn’t going to play this every time I came over. Somehow I agreed to play it once a month. That evening I agreed to do a ‘tester’ game just to see. I shuffled the pack, so the cards were in my hands all the time, laid them down and then I picked up a joker with my younger son’s initial. I felt rather weak.

October, November and December came and each time we played it I got a king, but the sexual tension in me was palpable, I was becoming very wet each time, because I knew my luck wouldn’t hold. I was wondering if he was using the same technique with the various other wives we’d introduced to him, all were in similar ages and our main connection prior to swapping had been our kid’s playgroup 8 or so year before. My sister said she had and knew 2 others (her friends) who’d he’d cajoled into playing, so he’d probably tasked the other 2 as well. In addition to a few girls we all had boys of similar ages. It was inconceivable that no one had lost. But then she told me she’d gone along with his request to do K9 and agreed the cards would go away for a year, her 2 friends had also agreed that, but they’d all done K9 before. Of the other 2 wives, 1 refused to play but the other went along with it and when lost did exactly as required as if no big deal, but I didn’t find out either of those for over a year.





When I proposed to Ben over Christmas that I’d do k9 if the cards went away, he reluctantly agreed. Now in January 2012 and I was here committed for my first turn. There was my husband who’d sported a hard on for days now, since I told him I would, Of course he’d witnessed my sister twice and Jodie 3 times plus Karen once, but he said me doing it would be the tops. Plus Ben of course and his friend Marty who’d brought the dog over. All I had on were my knee high; high-heeled boots.

I’d expected a golden Labrador (that was what my sister had said); but this was a Red Setter.