Couple Next Door Novels & Stories

It was a wonderful sight to see. Our next door neighbors, Greg and Jane were fucking doggy style and Jane's tits free of a bra were happily swinging to and fro as Greg pounded her from behind. She was wearing pantyhose so I could only assume there was a hole for access or that one had been made by Greg. Watching our neighbors fucking was a real turn on and I had Beth remove the plug and get onto her hands and knees. Facing the other fucking couples, I slowly eased my stiff cock into Beth's ass. The tightness was incredible and I wasn't in any hurry to finish.

I guess you could say she was a house help, but I could tell that she meant so much more to the family. My parents doted on her and did most things on their own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept her here as more of a companion than a help. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for some parfait, curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me. "Next door?" My mother looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization. "Is that Damon Anderson? Yes, well a young man by name of Damon crowther Anderson he visits here once in a while, he lives next door."

Turning onto my street, I immediately spot him. My stomach drops. Because there he is. Standing in his driveway. Just like yesterday. Just like every day. The house next door. The boy next door. The problem next door. For a second, I wonder if he sees me. Then he looks up. And I know he does. Our eyes meet across the distance. Neither of us waves. Neither of us speaks. The silence stretches between us. Strange. Uncomfortable. Different. I break eye contact first. Of course I do.

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time. Her mother sighed. “Oh great. Party neighbors.” Ruby wasn’t listening. Her eyes had caught something—someone. A boy stepped out onto the balcony next door, the one directly connected by only a narrow wall to the balcony of their new apartment. The dying sunlight caught him perfectly: messy black hair, silver chain glinting, a confident, careless way he leaned over the railing. He laughed at something someone said behind him, but his eyes slid up for a split second—meeting Ruby’s.

Just as l was staring, Alecia all of the sudden hooked her arm into mine and tugged me past them and into the house next door. John wasn't lying when he said it was a small party. It was nothing like ours from last night. There were literally less than twenty people here and most of them stayed in their own little groups. "John", Alecia beamed but while pulling me to him. "Where can two sexy ladies get a drink from around here?", She leaned forward and gave him a peck on his lips but she didn't pull her lips away quickly.

“Come, sit. We were just about to have dinner.” She gestured toward the table. “This is Aaron—my boyfriend.” She grinned mischievously. “Guess we already know that part, right?” A small, uneasy laugh escaped all three of them. “Babe,” Nadia continued, turning to Aaron, “this is Dianne—my best friend and my neighbor.” She beamed. “She lives next door.” Aaron smiled faintly. “Nice to officially meet you again… this way.” “Yeah,” Dianne replied. “Nice.”

If Renato wanted to play whatever game this was, he could play it alone, I'm not interested. The next morning, I stepped out of my apartment at the same moment he stepped out of his. Of course the universe just had to play dirty. We nodded at each other. Neither of us spoke. I walked straight to the elevator, refusing to be the one who broke first, and he followed a few steps behind, close enough to notice, far enough to feel like respect. The ride down was quiet. He split off toward the lobby doors the second they opened, and I told myself that was that. One morning. Nothing worth thinking about twice.

We barely spoke for the next several days, and there was an invisible tension lingering between us. I thought about finding an opportunity to apologize to her when our neighbor paid an unexpected visit. A couple, Liam and Heather Smith lived in the apartment next door. They were known as the most affectionate couple in our building, joined at the hip and always in sync. Sometimes, I could not help but wonder how they managed to stay so sweet to each other after so many years of marriage. They hosted a small gathering today and invited several young couples, including us. The men drank while the women chatted. The atmosphere was wonderful. I looked at my wife, who was finally gazing back at m

Carol said, not sure that she had heard him well. “That’s right, my dear. We are now next-door neighbors…or at least not exactly next door, considering how big this property is. I and my wife bought the property next to this one so that we can be close to you guys, and so that my wife would not feel too lonely when I’m gone.” He told Carol, leaving her to gape at him.