Neighbours - Chapter 55 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 55

I stepped into the quiet house, alone. It was so late but there were still things to do. I started downstairs, undressing and removing the stockings and lingerie. I covered myself and the toys still on me and inside me with a pair of track pants and a t-shirt.

I felt exhausted but my mind was racing. I didn’t even really think before pouring myself a drink and sinking into a chair. It seemed impossible to imagine that it was still the same day that had gone to find David again. It had started like any other day, but now I was sitting in the dark, with three loads of cum in my belly and one in my ass, from two different men.

I thought of Cheryl sleeping off her night upstairs. I had no idea what she had done, but I knew that it was most likely under the supervision and control of Lydia. I wondered if Lydia was her Mistress the way Liam was my Master. I imagined it couldn’t quite be totally the same, since Liam had claimed some of her too, as his own, even over and above what Cheryl and Lydia were building together.

It was a strange comfort, a night like tonight, to feel in some way that Liam was making or keeping a place for me, no matter what was happening around me. How twisted was it that it gave me peace to realise that even after my next door neighbour had fucked my wife, he still wanted to fuck me too?

I let the thoughts and confusion sink in and soak as I slowly sipped my drink. It was impossible to avoid the reality that things were changing for all four ...

... of us in these two neighbouring houses. Not only had Liam taken control of me, but he’d shared that secret and that control over me with his wife and others in a circle of kink that seemed to operate all around us. I started to make a mental list of the people around me who now knew my most intimate secrets, but the number grew too quickly to take in.

By the time my glass was empty, I felt physically and mentally exhausted. I hauled myself upstairs and into the guest bedroom where I collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

I woke in the morning to the ache of the cage. There were a few moments of confusion when I had to remember why I was in the guest room alone, why I was caged and plugged, and what had happened the night before. I reached for my phone and was at least comforted to find out that I had not slept too late.

I roused myself out of bed and slipped downstairs. As another mercy, Cheryl was not yet awake. The state that she was in when she got home was another memory that came back to me, so once I was downstairs I made the coffee extra strong.

I got things ready, as I normally did, but when it was around the time that Cheryl normally came downstairs, there was no sign of her. I paced around and waited for another five minutes or so, and then went upstairs. Peeking into our bedroom, I found her still asleep.

I woke her as gently as I could, but still with enough resolve to actually get her out of bed. She seemed very groggy and was moving slowly, but I ...