The Neighbor Agreement

Chapter 1.

My parents always taught me to trust and respect my elders. But they never taught me just how duplicitous and deceitful people can be. Even if they're your elders.

I was 22 at the time. Naïve, trusting, and my head full of dreams about starting life with my girlfriend. My girlfriend Grace and I were just moving into this fantastic house in the remote suburbs available as a sublet. It was super cheap, all things considered, so naturally there were a lot of applicants. This lawyer that performed the screening process handled everything. The process was super strange, but being the poor students we were, we went through it on the promise of getting to live in a nice place for little money.

The lawyer would take full-body photos of Grace and I, not just the faces, and we went through three separate interviews before finally being accepted. The lawyer seemed very impressed with us, especially when we were taking the photos. It's no doubt that Grace's good looks got us the house, and at the time, I was very proud and grateful to have such a stunning girlfriend.

You see, Grace is at least two leagues out of mine, but not so back when we started dating. When we were both 17, she was just as dorky as me, with big rim glasses and an almost boyish look. She never wore dresses, only jeans or sporting equipment, since she loved to run track and field. She eventually grew out of it, and boy, did she ever. When she turned 18-19, her breasts really started growing, from an A cup to a solid C or even D cup, but somehow her breasts barely even need a bra to support them. At least, they didn't sag at all when she took the bra off. She grew to be at least a couple inches taller than me, as well, and she always watched what she ate, so she was always in remarkable shape.

All that aside, my favorite thing about Grace was her beautiful, angelic hair. Literal golden-white strands of permanently wavy hair flowed down from her head in such a graceful way. I could never stay mad at her after I hugged her and smelled her hair, she had that way with me. People always asked her where she got her hair dyed, but she actually never needed to. Everything about Grace was completely natural. She was an absolutely pure goddess sent from the heavens. I did not know how lucky I was, or I pretended to. I got cocky, and I think I took her love for me for granted.

The night we were accepted into the sublet, Grace and I celebrated by going to our favorite restaurant, splurging a little more than we should have on wine, and then went back to our old place and had what I thought to be fantastic sex, at the time. I always loved to climb on top of her and suck on her white, creamy tits before sex. I didn't know it then, but I was pretty terrible at fucking. Like god awful. My dick is below average sized, and I wouldn't do much foreplay, never any oral, barely used any lube, and on top of that I always came within two minutes. Thankfully, Grace didn't know that sex wasn't supposed to be that bad either, so she always said she felt satisfied.

If we had never met Frank, she never would have found out just how good sex can be.

And neither would I.

Frank Baron was our new next door neighbor. We met him when we were moving in. His garage door was open while he was under the hood, repairing his 1969 Chevrolet Camaro. I remember thinking to myself just how goddamn cool that car was. It was a deep blue color with two pearly white racing stripes draped along the top of the car.

I still think to this day that maybe things would have turned out differently if I hadn't stopped to give the new neighbor a compliment on the amazing car. Or maybe it would have been different if Grace hadn't been at my side. Thinking back, it feels like the moment Frank slid out from under that car, there was no going back.

Frank Baron was a big man, standing tall at six foot eight, he dwarfed Grace and myself in comparison to our five foot ten frames. He was clearly older, in his early to mid 50's, made clear by the silver fox stripes of gray hair above his ears. Wearing oil stained jeans, and an almost equally stained white wife beater, he looked like a cut out from Burly Men Magazine. You might be imagining a tall slender old man, but make no mistake, Frank Baron was jacked, with that burly masculine look like a powerlifter, the amount of black chest hair on the man poking out from under the wife beater could make a sizeable overcoat. He looked like he could bench press four hundred pounds with ease.

Frank: "Aaah, you must be the new neighbors. Welcome! I'm Frank Baron, but you can call me Frank.", he called out in a booming, deep voice.

Grace: "Hi, Frank! Yeah we're just moving next door right now! I'm Grace, and this is Aron."

Frank shook Grace's hand, her dainty soft hand just disappeared within his, leaving an oil stain on her perfect skin.

Frank: "Sorry. I like to get dirty every once in a while...." he said while looking Grace straight in her bright blue eyes for an uncomfortable moment.

Grace: "Oh...that's okay, I'll wash up later."

Frank then shook my hand. His grip was like a steel claw. I hadn't worked out ever in my life so I winched from the pain.

Frank:: "Aron, right? I see you ogling my baby."

Me: "Ow...Yeah, I'm a bit of a car nut...that's a 1969 Chevy Camaro, right?"

Frank: "That's exactly right! Good eye! Got it off of some young whippersnapper who inherited it from his dad. He didn't know what beauty he had in his hands, so I snatched it from him for cheap."

Me: "That's lucky!"

Frank: "Right? Thanks. Granted, I need to do a few repairs, but nothing I can't handle. Just some dried out gaskets and more than a few rusted parts. In a few months, she'll be right as rain!"

At that moment, an absolutely stunning bombshell of a woman came out of Frank's house. She was wearing a low cut top, showing off her natural, creamy white double D tits just aching to burst out of the thin fabric surrounding them. She had this outstanding hourglass figure, accentuated by the short skirt she was wearing. She had gorgeous dirty blond hair and the most bewitching face I ever saw. She swayed seductively to the three of us, walking on her heels which heightened her perky butt.

Frank: "Oh honey, come meet the new neighbors....Felicity, meet Aron and Grace, Aron and Grace, meet Felicity, my wife of three years."

Felicity reached out her hand for me to kiss, I thought it was weird, but I took her hand in mine and kissed it. Her hand smelled amazing, and I looked her in the eye as I kissed it. She stared back with relaxed eyelids, and blinked slowly.

Felicity: "So nice to meet you...."

You: "Likewise...."

Frank: "Tell you what, Aron, if we get along as neighbors, I'd be okay with you inside her and taking her for a spin, what do you think?"

I just stared at him, and everyone was quiet for a while. There was some palpable tension in the air while everyone was thinking how to react to Frank offering me to have sex with his gorgeous wife. Until he slapped the body of the car lightly.

Me: "Oh! Oh, the car! Yes, yes that'd be awesome!"

Frank: "What? You thought I meant Felicity? Oh! Hahahah!"

Everyone laughed, Grace included....

Grace: "Ohhh! Haha I also thought that...."

Frank: "Aaaahh.....haha....jeez. But listen, on that topic, why don't we get to know each other a little better? You guys are moving in and were probably just going to order a pizza, right?"

Grace: "Yeah, don't get me wrong, I'm a great cook if you don't mind me saying so myself. It's just that all our utensils are boxed and the pots and pans...."

Frank: "Say no more, you guys are eating dinner with us tonight, ok? I won't take no for an answer...." he said lightly.

Grace and I exchanged a look. It felt a little weird to have dinner with these two strangers, especially one so much older than ourselves. But Felicity was intriguing to me, so I shrugged my shoulders. Felicity seemed to barely be in her thirties, so maybe we could connect with her more easily than Frank.

Me: "Well, in that case....how can we say no?"

Grace: "Marvelous! See you then, thank you!"

Chapter 2.

Later, Grace and I were unboxing box after box in our new house, ecstatic about getting to live in such a modern luxurious house for such little money. We also discussed the brief interaction with Felicity, Frank's wife.

Me: "That was so weird....I really thought he had just offered me to bone his wife...."

Grace: "Oh my god, me too! It was a little uncomfortable for a moment there....but he just meant the car, haha..."

Me: "That's the thing, I'm not so sure about that, it was all a little too convenient."

Grace: "What do you mean?"

Me: "I think they're swingers or something, and I think he finds you attractive, I saw the way he looked at you."

Grace: "You really think so? I didn't notice it at all...." she teased.

Me: "Oh please, he was fawning all over you...."

Grace: "Well, that's flattering..."

Me: "He clearly likes them young. Felicity is at least 20 years his junior....."

Grace: "I can see why she likes him...."

Me: "What?"

Grace: "I'm just saying. He's an attractive man. Reminds me of my dad, actually. He also repaired cars in his spare time..."

Me: "Oh wow, glad to know you find our next door neighbor attractive, thanks..."

Grace: "Hey, don't be jealous. I didn't say anything when you were slobbering all over the back of Felicity's hand...."

Me: "That's....different...."

Grace: "mmmmhmmmm....I don't think so. I saw how you looked at her, and to be honest I don't blame you, she's a stone cold fox. Even I'm a little attracted to her, so....just admit you find her attractive, too, and we're even." she said with a teasing tone.

Me: "....okay, fine. I do...." I admitted shyly.

Grace: "That's what I thought..." she smirked.

I didn't think much of that conversation at the time. So what if Grace found Frank a little attractive? It was harmless, couldn't even be called a crush. The real red flag was how he reminded her of her dad. Her dad was a very hands-off father, didn't give Grace much attention when she was growing up. She had the choice of either acting up to get any attention from him, or trying to please him as much as she could. She chose the latter path. Almost everything Grace did, she did for her father, who never appreciated any of it. She cooked for him, she cleaned for him, she even gave him massages when his back was sore. He took it all for granted.

Alas, I was blind to the whole thing, other than the fact that I suspected Frank wasn't the harmless middle aged man he presented to be. I tried warning Grace about it, but she dismissed me as being jealous.

That night, Grace and I went over to our new neighbors house and ate a lovely dinner. Grace has bragged too much about being a home cook, so she had to help Felicity cook up a pot roast which turned out absolutely delicious. The dinner itself was normal, just two couples making friends with each other, despite some glaring age differences.

In getting to know them, we found out that Frank made a ton of money in the automotive business, and he retired early to enjoy life and all it's pleasures. I remember feeling envious of him, he owned the entire house debt-free, and a franchise automotive shop that just prints millions of dollars for him every year, and it runs itself, leaving him free to chase his hobbies.

Felicity, on the other hand, seemed to have no aspirations of her own. When asked, she would shy away from answering, claiming to be a stay-at-home kind of girl. It felt a little weird, now that I think back to it, but I dismissed it as maybe just something private she didn't want to share. Hell, she looked so much like a sexy porn star that I thought she had an OnlyFans account or something, what else could she be hiding, right?

Grace was right from before. Of course I thought Felicity was just absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and I was very attracted to her. What made it worse was, that even though I tried to ignore it, Felicity was playing footsie with me under the table while we were eating. I was so goddamn stupid that I played along, holding a conversation with Frank and Grace while Felicities stockinged foot grazed up my leg and along my thigh, touching the tip of my dick outside my pants just ever so slightly.

It didn't matter what kind of looks I shot her, she apparently got off on the thrill of flirting with another man in front of her husband. To be honest, I was so flattered that this gorgeous woman wanted me instead of the hunk of a man sat right next to her, that I let her continue. By the end of the dinner, I had a rock hard erection going, and I had to tuck my dick under the waistband of my pants to hide it. And to be extra honest, it felt....thrilling to be a little promiscuous. No girl besides Grace had ever shown me this kind of interest, and it felt a little good to play the bad boy for once.

I was an idiot.

When dinner ended, Frank led me into the lounge, where we shared a glass of scotch, and the girls had a glass of white wine. One glass turned into two, two into four, and by 10PM, we were all just a little too drunk. Frank was sat on the couch, and Felicity had draped her dainty, yet busty frame across his lap, sitting on her husbands lap, yet looking seductively at me. I must admit, I didn't pay much mind to Grace at all that evening. She was chatting with Frank like she got paid for it, she clearly liked him already, and vice versa.

Eventually, when a lull appeared in the conversation, Frank suggested that we go have a dip in the hot tub.

Me: "Oh, we really shouldn't. It's late, and we should get back...."

Frank: "Nonsense! I have to show you the tub. I just got it a few months ago, and Felicity and I have been using it non-stop. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Felicity: "Oh yes, every day....it's a must try...." she said, weirdly seductively.

Grace: "It sounds good to me, I'd looooove a dip in a hot tub, it's been a while since last time...."

Me: "Fine, just 30 minutes, okay?"

Frank: "Great! Let's go, bring the drinks!"

Me: "Oh....but we don't have our swimsuits, they're all packed in some random boxes, we'll never find them...."

Grace: "Oh yeah, that's right....haha, sorry. I guess I've had one too many of these and I forgot...." she said and lifted a empty wine glass.

Frank stood up, and said groggily: "That's okay, Felicity and I don't even own swimsuits..."

And just like that, in a flash, Frank removed his shirt and jeans. He wasn't even wearing any underwear, so all of a sudden, Grace and I were looking at this completely naked, jacked, 50-something year old man we met just a few hours before.

Despite being this old, Frank was pretty much shredded, but in a dad-bod kind of way. He clearly had a large mass of muscles beneath all the body hair. He looked like those old-timey strong men, but with a full trimmed beard. He also clearly didn't shave his pubic area, either, but interestingly, he clearly trimmed it. It was a very neat bush above his uncircumcised soft cock, which has to have been around eight inches long, and about six inches in circumference. Despite sporting a full bush, and being uncircumcised, his cock didn't look small at all. In fact, it looked intimidating, like a hammer made out of man meat. His balls were distended, and heavy, you could clearly make out their bulbous shape through the wrinkled and hairy sack. It was weird, but they looked....eager...somehow. Time suddenly felt like it was passing in slow motion. I know it sounds gay, but I couldn't help but stare. There was a huge purple vein that passed from the base of his cock to the very tip. No doubt necessary to deliver all the blood necessary to maintain an erection to such a heavy cock.

Frank: "I hope that's okay with you guys, I don't know how the current generation feels about naked bodies."

Grace gulped a little and said: "Uhm...It's definitely unusual to see someone you just met naked..."

Frank: "Aahhh...that was totally normal in the 70's. But...we don't even own swimsuits, so...."

Now, while Frank left the room and walked hurriedly to the patio, Felicity started stripping as well. Frank's man meat swung side to side, slapping him lightly in his thighs like a church bell made of flesh. I admit that I was inconsiderate to Grace, because I ogled Felicity way too hard as she removed her bra. I can't stress to you enough how goddamn crazy hot Felicities body was. Her breasts were hypnotizing, mesmerizing, and captivating all at once.

The soft cotton fabric that was hugging her even softer, creamier breasts fell away and onto the floor, revealing what felt like acres of her breast skin, finally giving way to her almost pink areolas, and the smallest nipples adorning them.

Felicity: "You heard him....come on, I really recommend the tub....It's so.....satisfying..." She said drunkenly, almost in a stupor.

She so nonchalantly stepped out of her panties that it almost felt anti-climactic. Suddenly, only a few hours after meeting her, I was staring at her completely shaven pussy. She didn't let me look for long, of course, she turned around and waltzed outside, her busty breasts bouncing up and down slightly as she did.

Grace hit me on the shoulder after Felicity had left the room, and scolded me for ogling her. We discussed whether or not to just leave at that moment. I wish we had, but....the blame is mine.

I encouraged Grace to strip with me, and join them in the hot tub. God. I was stupid and horny.

Me: "Let's not offend them, right? We just met them and we're going to be living next to them for ages. It will be really uncomfortable if we don't do this."

I admit to you, dear reader, that I was thinking with my dick. I don't know what I thought would happen between Felicity and me in that hot tub with her husband right there, but I had to abate my curiosity.

Grace was shy, of course, but she was drunk, and so was I. We stripped together, while laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Then we kissed, hugged while naked in our neighbors lounge, then exited to the patio while holding hands.

I did not know what I had allowed to happen. How could I have?

Grace was shy, of course, and so was I. She held her left hand across hear breasts, covering her nipples, and the other in front of her pussy, while I held both hands to my crotch.

Frank: "Hahaha, you guys look ridiculous trying to cover up like that...just hop in...

Grace couldn't cover up completely while getting into the tub, and accidentally revealed her breasts to the pair of them. Her cheeks turned red as she hurried into the tub.

Frank: "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Grace. You look beautiful. Your breasts are just...amazing. Were I a younger man....I'd be all over you!"

Grace laughed, embarrassed.

Soon, all four of us were up to our shoulders in the water. It was dark out, so nobody could really see anything. We really just kept drinking slowly and chatting like normal, pretending not to be naked under the water.

The fact nobody could see anything prompted Felicity to start playing footsie with me again. But this time, her naked feet were stroking my naked thighs, and slowly worked their way to my cock and balls. Unlike Frank, I shave all my pubic hair off, so the sensation of Felicities feet all over my genitals felt...amazing. I went rock hard within moments. This slowly evolved into Felicity moving closer to me, putting her hand fully on my dick and stroking it secretly. Grace didn't seem to notice anything, but as a result she was forced to sit a little bit closer to Frank, enough that I think their legs were touching a little bit. Felicity excused her moving by saying there was a massage jet over here that she liked to use. Meanwhile, she was just slowly stroking my dick. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to drive me insane. What an expert tease.