The Neighborhood: Part 9 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][Exh][Sex][Swing][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 16: Fiona and Jim Trade Off**

Another week passed, and Colin was successfully training Natalie to be his fantasy secretary. He’d managed to get her blowing him after just four days, and on the fifth, she went into it without even asking, assuming this was the replacement for handjobs. Each time, he’d asked the same thing, telling her a blowjob would be appreciated, and it took some time to have effect, the same with his daily comment of: “You have an amazing body, Natalie, you shouldn’t hide it so much.” According to the database, the request was working, but her appearance, her style of dress hadn’t really changed. It was something he had to look into.

He talked to his team about their mesh network—they didn’t try to call it anything else—the impedance efforts, all sorts of things that he wanted clarified, really, for his own personal use, but they took it in stride, and while they hadn’t met his first deadline, he still had progress to report at every Thursday afternoon executive meeting. Colin was getting a reputation as a solid manager, an ‘ideas guy’, one who could ‘put things into motion’, and someone who fit well in the culture.

He’d kept his distance from Gretchen in the interim, but Janelle stopped by every few days. He knew she was testing him, seeing if he would ask for help, or wait to be offered, but he’d told her he was actually doing fine. That seemed to make her satisfied.

Weekends were filled with barbecues and cocktail parties. They’d even gone back to Jim and Fiona’s for a reprise of their cut-short cookout. They’d all ended up in the pool—naked—and somehow Colin had ended up receiving a blowjob from Fiona while Alison rode his face. Alison was surprisingly willing. Jim liked to watch, sitting at the edge of the pool, his giant erection ready and waiting, while he sipped at a traditional daquiri. After Coin and his wife had both come—Alison receiving a little extra help with Fiona nibbling at her nipples—Fiona went over to her husband.

“Wait,” Fiona said, touching herself, “Alison…why don’t you take a short ride on Jim? I know you *want* to.” Colin figured his wife would protest, possibly even be offended, but he watched her eyes glaze for a moment, and he realized that his efforts with her wristband had perhaps been *too* successful. She got up from the other side of the pool and walked toward Jim. Colin considered stopping her, but he also noticed Jim was paying more attention to *him* than Alison. They were being tested. Colin still, apparently, was an unknown quantity in Jim’s mind.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Alison asked, straddling Jim and acting as if Fiona had just offered to let her use her sunscreen.

“You’re the one who might end up walking funny for two days.” Fiona laughed. “I *love* watching him fuck other people.” She took Alison’s hand and put it on Jim’s cock. Alison looked down at it, simply admiring the shape and feel. To Colin’s knowledge, it was the only other cock she’d touched in seven years. She seemed to be more curious than aroused, though she *had* just come. Jim eased back on his elbows.

“Why don’t you climb aboard, let me see those tits bounce.” Jim said. Alison did all the work, easing up and carefully slipping the first couple of inches inside her. She started easing down, and a look crossed her face, pleasure mixed with confusion…like she was looking inward, trying to parse the experience. Alison found her thoughts were fairly calm. Part of her really just wanted to give him a handjob. She wanted to play with that giant dick…bigger than her vibrator! When he was inside her, she’d expected more, but his girth wasn’t any different than Colin’s, but then she pushed down on him, the full length, and she was surprised at the sensation, the fullness, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.

“Come on,” Fiona said, “work those hips.” She took hold of Alison’s hips and helped her pump up and down. “have I told you what a fantastic ass you have?” Alison was shocked to feel herself gushing, wetness rolling down her thighs. Colin had heard the exchange from across the pool, saw the reaction that he’d basically programmed into her when commenting on her ass…and Fiona got it to work…that *really* wasn’t supposed to happen. Alison braced the flat of her hand on Jim’s chest and rode him in earnest until Fiona whispered in her ear. Alison blinked and climbed off the man to let Fiona take over. She walked back over and sat with Colin, and they watched the couple fuck as Alison played with Colin’s mostly unresponsive cock. Fiona, surprisingly, came before Jim did, and when Jim finally did go, he let Fiona take it all inside her.

Jim let his wife go get cleaned up and he came over to the other couple. “Was this a better visit than last time?” He asked, his flaccid cock hung over them as he stood there.

“We *really* aren’t those types of people.” Colin chuckled, trying to avoid eying the man’s penis.

“Your wife is *that* kind of person, even if you’re not.” Jim said, but it wasn’t a challenge. “You were really enjoying yourself, Alison, weren’t you? With abandon…it was *wonderful* to see.” She blushed. “Life is short, nothing to be embarrassed about.” Colin probably should have been upset with his obvious flirting, but Alison was still pressing against *him*, still had her hand on *his* cock. “This is the awkward part of any event like this…what do you *after* the sex?” He went and pulled on his swim trunks, purposefully arranging his cock under the thin tight fabric, though Colin supposed he *had* to be careful. “More drinks? Wait a little and have some more fun? What to do?” He chuckled. “The dilemma…”

“We could go, actually.” Colin said. He stood up and walked over to shake the man’s hand. He tried not to think about how none of them had washed their hands. “Maybe next time we can do the inviting?”

“Oh, you’re leaving?” Fiona asked, walking back onto the patio, still naked, but her hair brushed and light makeup re-applied.

“On better terms this time.” Jim said. “Though, if you’re interested, maybe we can invite some more friends for here next time? Alison, how does that sound?”

“Well,” she blushed a little, “that could be…*interesting*, I suppose.” Colin almost did a double-take, but Jim laughed at her phrasing. “Thank you for having us, regardless.” She gave Jim a quick hug, and Fiona gave her a full embrace with a solid kiss on the lips. Alison gathered her swimsuit, the white one this time, but didn’t bother to put it on. Instead, she pulled on her suncover and waited for Colin to get dressed. Alison seemed to be enjoying her light exhibitionism on the walk home, even as they passed another couple out for an early evening walk, other neighbors they passingly knew. They all made pleasantries, with every one of them pretending there wasn’t a basically naked woman on the streets. Then again, this was the neighborhood.

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**Chapter 17: Stella in the House**

Work was fairly routine, and Colin still spent a small portion of his day tweaking tags in the database, but most of it was running well on its own. By Wednesday, he was anxious for the weekend, but when Colin walked through the door and heard his wife talking someone. As her turned the corner, he stopped short, seeing Alison’s sister Stella smirking back at him.

“Hey, Colin, have you gained weight?” She was joking. She’d basically been using the same joke since he and Alison had gotten together, but he always laughed. Stella was a ‘lesser’ version of his wife—a few inches shorter, small breasts, six years younger, pale, dark brown hair, no hips to speak of, and even her voice was less rich. Still, in small doses, she was a fun reprieve from the day to day doldrums.

“Long time no see.” He gave her a perfunctory hug. “What brings you down from Washington? Still in Redmond?”

“I don’t work for that company anymore.” She said. “I’m just outside of Redmond, now. I left when my options vested. I’m working for a B2B sales terminal service now, amazingly fun API development.”

“I have no idea what she’s talking about.” Alison said.

“She’s being facetious.” Colin replied. “B2B sales terminal APIs…exciting. Somewhat similar to what I’m working on, actually.”

“Yeah?” Stella said, holding up her wrist, a bracelet already there. “I know. When Alison picked me up from the airport, they stopped us at the gate, and then they asked me how long I was going to stay. They made me get one of these payment bracelets, took a mugshot…gated community BS, if you ask me.”

“It’s not a mugshot.” Colin laughed. “Wait, you picked her up?” He asked his wife.

“The car arrived this morning!” She said, excited. “Finally! It’s in the garage. Apparently, the damn thing got accidentally shipped to Florida, then Chicago. So, I guess Fenris isn’t perfect.” She said. “Stella is going to be staying with us for…a while.” She didn’t expand on that, and the look in her eyes indicated they’d maybe be talking about it in private.

“Surprise.” Stella said flatly. “And since when are you guys rich fucks? I mean, I’m doing *well*, at least retirement-wise, but a pool, hot tub, gated community, giant fucking house…and I didn’t even pack my bathing suit.”

“Like you ever swam in Washington.” Alison quipped.

“I still have a fucking bathing suit.” She glanced away. “I think I do…?”

“Just go without a bathing suit.” Colin said. “Apparently, it’s the thing to do in Wolfsburg. It’s why we all have such high fences.”

“In your dreams, Colin. You’re not trading up for a newer model.” Stella smirked, one of her three go-to expressions beyond ‘blankly staring at her phone’ and ‘half-frown’.

“Why settle for a hatchback when I have the luxury model?” Colin said, moving over to his wife and giving her a kiss. “What’s for dinner?” He asked, watching his wife quickly bite her lip before shaking off her sudden arousal.

“Chinese okay?” Alison asked. “I already put in the order. I figured you could keep Stella entertained while I went to pick it up.” Colin shrugged. Chinese actually sounded appealing, though he knew his wife was probably trying to give Stella some alone time with him to explain her situation. She got up and as she walked by him, he smacked her ass. She yelped, giggled, and went out to the garage.

“I don’t know whether to gag or be jealous.” Stella said as Colin grabbed beer from the fridge. “Get me one, too?”
“What, you want me to start smacking your ass, too.” Colin smirked.
“Har har…” She said. He grabbed another beer for her and sat opposite her on the couch, handing off the beer. “You two seem different, I don’t know what it is.” She squinted at him in an exaggerated manner. “You—especially—seem different.”

“New shirt, maybe?” He said, plucking at his collar. She rolled her eyes. “What you’re sensing is general contentment with the occasional smidge of happiness. Fenris Group is an interesting place to work, and I’ve had a big bump—in a lot of ways—since I started here.”

“Things are going well, then?”

“They’re a well-off *private* company…no stupid shareholders to appeal to, long-term vision, not just next quarter, what’s not to like?”

“I get it, I suppose, but it seems stuffy, the whole setup…fake town, a lot of plastic looking people from what I could see, and Fenris has a really low-profile on the web.”

“It’s a conglomerate. They do a little of everything and license everything they can to third-parties. It’s pretty corporate, I admit, but they are progressive in a lot of ways. So, are you going to tell me what’s up?” He asked, loosening his tie.

“Ooh…serious talk now, the tie is loosened.” She sighed. “Just annoying shit at work. I like the company, and as much as I joke, the work I’m doing *is* kind of interesting. We’re going to be bought or IPO in a year or so, guaranteed, and if I play my cards right, I can choose where *and* when I want to work, like, for the rest of my life.”

“Wow, you’re not even thirty.” Colin said, a little envious.

“Close enough, but yeah, I have no social life to speak of, work too much, and the company is overrun with bro-grammers who are not thrilled with me actually being competent at my job. I’m no genius coder, but fuck, I get the work done, and ahead of schedule.”

“Is this some sort of sexual harassment thing?” He asked.

“I wish. I could deal with *that*. It’s just constant belittlement, stupid pranks, undercutting my accomplishments…I asked my boss if I could work remotely. He didn’t care…encouraged it actually. He said he was tired of the idiots—the bro-grammers—being distracted.”

“So, he’s on your side, at least. Maybe you should just quit.”

“I’ve thought about it. I mean, he’s on my side in the sense that he won’t let things get too out of hand, from a legal perspective, but he’d rather let the boys be boys than have to deal with me, but he also knows I’m basically indispensable at this point. So,” she put her feet up on the coffee table and took a long drink of her beer, “I’m going to be living here rent free until I feel sane enough to move back to Washington. I put most of my shit in a storage locker, which wasn’t much—do you know how sad that is?” She looked at him. “And here I am.” She looked over his shoulder. “I really do need to get a bathing suit, because that hot tub is calling my name.”

“I was serious, you know, about the no bathing suit thing.” Colin said. “I’m at work all day, so if you should go skinny dipping, no one will know. It’s liberating.”

“Gross.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, but whatever, we’re not going to tear your clothes off and toss you in the pool. The fence is high, though, and our neighbors are well out of range. And I promise, we have no cameras.” He laughed. “Maybe what you need to do is…” He paused, realizing she was wearing a bracelet. He had no idea if she was in the test program, but he could fix that. “You should…” he started. “You should loosen up. You should be more open. You should be more free. That will help you forget about all the crap up north.” He added. “I’m just using that as an example…silly or not. Maybe you shouldn’t worry about what other people think of you so much. Don’t worry about someone seeing you naked in the back yard.” He winked, as if it was a joke. “You should do what seems fun. Do what makes you happy. Regardless, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“Damn…” She laughed. “Who the fuck is this guy sitting in front of me?”

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” he raised his bottle in a mock toast, “he’s not a guy who dreads going to work.”

“Cheers to that.” She said. “That still doesn’t mean I’m jumping in that hot tub naked.”

“When I’m *not* here…god, you Drury women are all pervs…” They talked for a little bit more, and Colin made efforts to inject questions and commands into their conversation. Some of them innocuous, others a little more pointed. He’d have a decent framework to work with come Friday. Alison returned a few minutes after that, and they enjoyed a meal before Colin turned in early to leave the sisters to talk the night away.

**End Part 9**

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