Joseph in the Neighborhood

JOSEPH IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

This is a companion story to 'Josephine at Work' where my husband Roy describes his seduction of a woman where he works, Josephine.

Well, he was not the only one having fun. While he was chasing Josephine, I was having my own adventures with a man who lives in our neighborhood named Joseph. I'm April, by the way.

We live in a nice mixed-race, middle-class neighborhood near Chicago. We'd moved in fifteen years ago and settled in, making friends, raising children and living the good life. Our kids are grown and out of the house. Our daughter Haley was getting married that summer while our son, Roy Junior, was in college.

I'm a nurse. I work different shifts at a hospital that is about ten miles from where we live. I like the flexible schedule which allows me to often be home in the day, something I treasured while the kids were still at home.

Roy has a regular 9 to 5 job in an office complex about thirty minutes away. He's an IT specialist.

I'm in my forties and I like to stay in shape. I run a few miles in the morning or evening, depending on my schedule. That's how my adventures started.

There is a woman down the street named Gayle. She likes to run too, so we often jog together and often have tea or lemonade at her or my house after our morning runs. She is in real estate, so her schedule is more flexible than mine. We became a regular pair and good friends.

The neighborhood has been close-knit, with most of the families raising kids that played and went to school together. There were many neighborhood events, cookouts, parties, and socializing between individual couples.

Roy and I spent many evenings with Gayle and her husband Daniel. We'd gotten quite friendly and had done some mild soft-swapping a few times, kissing, with some feels outside our clothing. I liked Daniel and enjoyed kissing him. What I liked most, was the way my husband came after me in bed after we had gone home. He would be all over me, eating my pussy and fucking me to exhaustion. The idea of me being with another man was a tremendous turn-on for him and consequently, for me too.

Of course, I was also aroused by the thought of him being with Gayle, who was a friend, not some anonymous bimbo. I was surprised that rather than feeling jealous or betrayed when he was with another woman, I was turned-on.

We had be discrete when the children were still around, but there were a few times when we got naked with Gayle and Daniel in their hot tub. I was self-conscious at first, my body wasn't what it once had been. My tits sagged and I was a little heavier than I had been when I was a high-school basketball player. Being nude in front of other people was both scary and titillating. I could see Daniel looking at my naked body and Roy watching him watching me. Seeing another man's cock and having Gayle look at my man's cock was quite erotic.

After many years of platonic friendship, once the kids had all moved out, we were free to be more daring in what we did. One night in the hot tub, Daniel and I kissed. Our chests were together; his hairy chest was pressing into my swim suit covered C-cup breasts. Across the tub, Roy and Gayle were getting it on. We'd taken the first step toward swapping with Daniel and Gayle.

We did it the first time a few months later. I took Daniel home with me. He fucked me in my husband's bed while Roy did the same with Gayle at her house.

Gayle and I were talking on our patio a month-or-so later, when the subject of the men in the neighborhood arose. We got to rating the men from one to ten, like guys do with women. One man in particular attracted particular attention, a neighbor named Joseph. He was a nine or a ten.

Joseph (Joe) was living in a condo at the edge of the development. He and his wife were separated. Joseph was a good looking, athletically built light-skinned black man. He'd been an athlete in high school and college. He had the body of a male model. I was drawn to watching his muscles flex while he moved.

Joe came to some of the neighborhood events while his wife was still with him, but when she moved out, he didn't feel as comfortable around couples. We still saw him when he was running, trying to stay in shape like Gayle, me and others.

Gayle and I were talking about him, gossiping. I said, "Joseph seems like a nice man. I wonder why Angie left him."

Gayle clued me in. "Joseph was having an affair."

"Really, with who?"

"There apparently were a few women, including Nancy Johnson."

"Really? I never would've suspected."

Gayle said, "I heard it from a friend of hers.'

Nancy Johnson was another neighbor. She and her family had moved away a year earlier. We'd heard they were separating.

"Angie wouldn't forgive him?"

"Nope, because it wasn't the first time and wasn't going to be the last time."

I said, "Wow." Then I asked my friend, "What would you do if Daniel did something like that?"

She looked at me and asked, "You mean if he went home with my best friend and fucked her all night." She meant me, of course. Her husband and I had done that exact thing a few weeks earlier.

I was embarrassed. "I didn't mean that. What if he was having an affair?"

Gayle contemplated the question. "I don't know. Being honest about it would be important. If he was sneaking around on his own, I would be pissed. But if I knew about it; I don't know. I was okay with it between you and Danny."

After thinking a bit, I asked her, "What is the difference between swapping and both spouses doing something on their own?"

She laughed. "I think there's a difference between swapping; doing something with your spouse knowing; and sneaking off to fuck someone."

"But what if you both knew about what the other was doing?"

Gayle said, "I don't know. Would you be okay with that?"

I laughed and said, "For me or for Roy?"

She said, "Cheating without my husband knowing would not be okay. If he was okay with it, fucking someone else would be alright."

"Just alright?"

"Well, more than that." The she asked, "Would you forgive Roy if he was fucking some other broad?"

"As long as he loved me, it would be okay. If it was just sport fucking, that might be acceptable, but if he were romantically involved, that would be another thing."

"I know what you mean."

A few minutes later, she floored me when she said, "You better watch out for Joseph. He has his eye on you and me."

"What do you mean?"

"When we run in the mornings and he is running too, he likes to drop in behind us and watch."

"I thought he was just taking it easy."

"He is, but, I'm sure he is on the prowl. He's checking out our asses."

I giggled and said, "Sometime he runs without underwear and I can see his prick flopping around in his shorts."

She giggled too and said, "We had him and Angie in the hot tub one night and they got naked."

"Wow."

My friend told me, "He has a big cock."

I laughed and asked, "A big black cock?"

"It wasn't that big, but it was bigger than Daniel's dick. I couldn't take my eyes off it."

I said, "It's nasty to think about fucking a guy with a bigger cock."

She said, "They say size doesn't matter, but you need to find out for yourself."

I asked her, "Did anything happen?"

She laughed and said, "Not that night."

I wondered what she meant. She jogged away to end the conversation.

A few days later, we were jogging in the morning and Joseph came up behind us. "Would you ladies mind if I jogged with you for a little bit?"

Gayle said, "Of course not."

As we ran, we discussed the weather and the city project to redo the sewers in the adjoining neighborhood, wondering if they were going to do our neighborhood too. He said he was trying to find out.

Well, one time joining us led to others. Joseph would run with us one or two times a week.

I asked Gayle one time when we were cooling down at my house, "Do you think Joseph is looking for something?"

She said, "Of course. He's a man and he's unencumbered by a woman. He's looking for pussy, like they all do."

I said, "That's a pretty cynical view of things. I know many men who aren't looking for pussy all the time."

She laughed and said, "Name one."

I was stunned. I mentioned a few names, but they were all married.

She said, "You should try Joseph. He's got a nice cock."

"And how do you know this?"

"He's fucked me a couple of times."

"Does Daniel know?"

Gayle said, "Of course. It turns him on to be with me after I've been with another man."

"Really?"

I remembered how my husband had been all over me after that night with Daniel. He was worn out from fucking Gayle, but was horny as the devil for weeks afterward.

Gayle said, "Danny likes to stick his dick in my sloppy pussy and fuck me through someone else's cum."

I said, "Yeah, Roy was the same way after I spent the night with Daniel."

She suggested, "You should try Joseph."

I giggled and said, "No thanks."

But I wasn't very convincing, to her or myself. Something about Joseph was sexually magnetic. Seeing him shirtless during our runs, knowing that his cock was barely concealed under his shorts, churned in my mind. I imagined what his cock looked like and had fantasized about him one time when I was doing myself with my vibrator.

A few nights later, I was talking with my husband about people in the neighborhood and mentioned that Gayle had told me that Nancy Johnson had fucked Joseph.

He just nodded.

I said, "He fucked Gayle too."

He was surprised to hear that.

I giggled and said, "She said Joseph has a bigger cock than you or Daniel."

He said, "Size doesn't matter, at least that's what you've told me."

I said, "It doesn't, but still, it's something to think about."

He nodded again.

I was curious about how he'd react, so I asked him, "What if I let Joseph fuck me?"

He took a moment to think. He looked at me. "Would you still love me?"

"Of course."

He said, "As long as it's just recreational fucking, I think I could be okay with it; no cuckold stuff or telling me he's a better fucker than me."

I was amazed. I asked, "You'd be okay with me letting some neighborhood guy fuck me?"

"Yeah. Hell, you fucked Daniel; what's the difference?"

"It was a swap. You were fucking Gayle at the same time."

He said, "Being restricted to swapping limits the field of partners to where we both like the other spouse."

I was fascinated by his logic.

He continued, "For example, I may want to fuck Lerita (one of our neighbors) but you don't seem to like Tucker (her husband, a creep)."

I saw his point. "So I could be fucking Joseph while you're doing Lerita."

He said, "I'm not interested in her. That was just an example."

I said, "We'd both be half-swapping."

He said, "Yeah."

I had to think about that.

He seemed to be giving me permission to fuck other men. I wanted to test him to see if he was serious.

A few nights later, I deliberately came home late from my shift at the hospital. I'd stopped for coffee to let time pass and make him wonder where I was.

When I got home, he politely asked where I had been. He was always conscious of where I was and worried when I was late coming home.

I asked, "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

"You won't be angry?"

He was suspicious but said, "No. I won't be angry."

I said, "There's this good-looking doctor who is the new associate surgeon."

"Okay. That's nice."

"I was with him." I said. It wasn't true; I was making it up to see how Roy would react.

He pondered for a minute and politely asked, "Did you fuck him?"

I said, "It was more like he fucked me."

I watched my husband's face, looking for signs of his reaction. He was deadpan.

He said, "Okay. Thank you for being honest."

I asked, "Are you mad at me?"

He said, "No. you came home to me. Are you going to stay?"

"Of course. You're my husband and I love you."

I walked over and sat on his lap, putting my arms around his neck.

I said, "You talked about how it would be okay for us to do a 'half-swap' and fuck other people. So I did it."

He was reserved, uncomfortable about where he stood with me.

I said, "I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me; fuck me through another man's cum."

We went to bed and he purposefully fucked me. It seemed like he was reasserting his claim to me."

Once he was inside me, I told him I had made up the story about fucking the doctor, to see if he was serious about his idea of 'half-swapping', which is just another term for fucking around.

He finished. I came too. We seemed to be okay. He believed me because my cunt was not full of another man's cum.

Then, a week later, he was talking about his work and said, "There's this one woman, who's really hot."

"Some young chippy?"

"No. She's our age. She has a daughter who's getting married like our daughter. We got talking."

"Oh, you mean Josephin. I remember meeting her. Why are you telling me this?"

He said, "Well, in the unlikely event that I get a chance..."

I said, "Promise to tell me about it, okay?"

He said, "Of course."

We had a number of intense sessions in our bedroom as he filled me in on his progress with seducing his workmate. Seeing Josephine's thighs and her titties lit my husband's fire. He came home to me, horny as a goat, and would fuck me while I pretended to be his work mate. It was a bit unusual to pretend to be the woman he was intending to fuck, but the sex was fantastic.

His story is in 'Josephine at Work'.

Back to Joseph. We kept jogging together. Gayle invited him to join us for lemonade one morning. I was a bit nervous, suspecting that he was looking to score with me and my friend was aiding and abetting his quest.

After he left, I asked Gayle, "What are you trying to do, set me up?"

She said, "Only if you want." Then she said, "Maybe we can get him in the hot tub and you can see his nice cock."

The next week, I left the two of them alone at Gayle's house and went home. I suspected that she was going to fuck him. I was actually aroused by the thought of joining them. I had a session with my vibrator, thinking about Joseph fucking me. I felt a little guilty, but even more drawn to the temptation.

I mentioned to Roy that Joseph was making a move on me with Gayle's help and he just said, "Go for it."

I was amazed at how our marriage had evolved from total faithfulness for twenty-three years and now we were swapping and freely talking about having sex with other people.

It was two weeks later, a cool morning. Joseph joined us. He had not run with us for a few days. He'd been working early on a construction job he was supervising. As we finished the run, Gayle invited us both for tea on her patio. I had premonitions of what might happen, but told myself that I was in control and could decide what I did or didn't want to do.

As we drank our tea, Gayle said, "It's chilly; let's go in the hot tub to get warm." It was a cool morning.

Nobody had to mention that none of us had a swim suit. It would be a nude event. Gayle and Joseph had obviously gotten in the tub together before.

The three of us looked at each other. When I didn't object, Gayle stood and removed her sweat shirt, then pulled her sports-bra over her head. Joseph was stripping to the waist as well.

I was at a decision point. When Joseph lowered his sweat pants and his cock bounced out, I was fixated on it. It was a thick black thing, dangling there menacingly. It didn't look like one of those cocks in videos I had watched with Roy, but it was bigger than any cock I'd ever actually seen. It was semi-hard and I knew he was looking at me with lust in his heart.

"Join us, April." He said.

I pulled my sweat shirt over my head. I still was wearing a t-shirt. I let my sweat pants fall to the ground and slipped out of my shoes. I was nervous but continued.

Gayle and Joseph were naked. I pulled my t-shirt off. They were watching, which made me nervous. I turned away from them and finished stripping. When my panties fell and I removed my socks, I was shaking from self-conscious anticipation. I'm no swimsuit model. I never was. I was all sweaty and slimy after running. My husband likes me that way. He likes to eat my smelly pussy.

They were purposefully looking the other way as I stepped into the tub.

It took a few minutes to relax. Then, things heated up a bit more. Gayle moved over next to Joseph and was kissing him. His hands were on her bare ass. She lifted up and let him nuzzle her tits. It was like watching a soft-core flick from a few feet away. The morning sunlight reflected off the water drops on Gayle's jiggling breasts. His mouth was over her hard nipples, sucking them into his mouth. I could see his ass and his muscular back. He was a model of manhood.

She looked at me and asked, "Do you want some?"

I meekly nodded. They both approached me, one on either side. I saw Joseph's dick under the water as he approached. It was erect and even bigger than it had been a few minutes earlier.

Gayle kissed me first. Her lips were soft and wet. She pressed her breasts into mine and put her knee between my legs, pressing it into my crotch.

Joseph was caressing my back and shoulders. Gayle paused her kiss and turned my head toward Joseph. He kissed me. I yielded to him. He pulled me to him, pressing his strong body against mine. I felt his erect penis against my thigh. Now, I should tell you that when a man gets an erection over me, it is one of my major turn-ons. My pussy was leaking; my body temperature was rising. I was hot, sexually hot. I yielded to temptation and took his cock in my hand. It was thick, stiff and warm.

Joseph pulled me onto his lap. It happened so quickly that I didn't have time for second thoughts. He knew what he was doing.

His cock slid up between my thighs, split my pussy lips and broached the opening to my vagina. It happened so quickly. I was no virgin, of course, but the feeling of a new cock inside me was extremely arousing. His cock was bigger than anything I'd tried before, even bigger than my largest vibrator. I settled down on it, feeling it fill my vagina, spreading me apart like nothing had ever done. He was deeper than Roy had ever been, touching me in places my husband would never reach.

I looked at him and said, "Holy fuck. You're big."

He just smiled.

We kissed, with my breasts pressed into his manly chest. I moved up and down, fucking myself on his stiff prick. He sucked my tits and sucked my tongue. He was fucking me bareback (I've had my tubes tied), the soft skin on his cock was sliding through the raw flesh inside me. We didn't slow down, our love-making was fast and furious.

We humped faster and faster. I was coming, and then, I felt the gush of his warm semen, filling me. I was gasping, out of breath, my body reacting to the sensation of his cum invading the most intimate places in my unfaithful cunt.

Gayle moved in and kissed me. My arousal was rekindled by her passionate embrace.

I said to her, "I want to eat your pussy."

I'd eaten pussy back when I was in college, before I met Roy. The urge to suck on Gayle's sweet cunt just came to me with an overwhelming sense of desire.

The sat on the edge of the hot tub, leaned back on her elbows, placed her feet beside her hips and spread her thighs for me. I'd never seen her cunt from this close. I spread the petals of her vulva apart, touching her clit and sliding into her vagina. Then, I put my tongue on her love-button. She immediately reacted by moaning and emitting a spurt of her honey onto my tongue. I tasted her. She was succulent. I put my tongue at the entrance to her vagina and swirled around the rim. I was doing things Roy had done to me. I could see why he liked to eat my pussy; Gayle's was divine.