The New Tenant part 1 (Patreon)

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*

I paid my parents debts, all of it. I bought a nice car, a black Lamborghini Aventador Spyder from 2003. And when it was time for college, I bought me and my girlfriend, Kimberly, a giant house in Courtington, Indiana. A small college town but with some sweet mansions that I could get for a decent dollar. And yes, I went to college, despite the money. I had finished my BA, being in the middle of my masters.

How did I afford all this?

I sold a bunch of bitcoin back in December of 2017, making bank. That's how.

The last thing I spent my money on, though not all of it, was setting up an online clothing company, which Kimberly and I ran on the side.

“Babe, you got a second?” I asked one morning, sitting at my desk working. We sat at our office, which was up in the loft area.

“Wait,” Kimberly said, holding out hand for me to pause whatever thought I had.

Kimberly, or Kim more often, was my now wife. We married pretty young, when we both turned twenty. Being childhood sweethearts, it felt natural. That was two years ago. She never cared that I was rich, or poor when I was that. She was just my hot, nerdy wife. Not only was she hot, petite and had all the shapes a man could desire, she was my best friend and partner in everything. From the business to the bed. Beautiful brown sexy eyes. Her black hair always draped behind her ears. She was truly mesmerizing.

And as she was a nerdy, she was a hefty gamer as well. I played some too, but she was firstly way better than me, and secondly way more into it than me. She even worked as an esports analyst in CSGO, Valorant and League of Legends. And thus she mostly worked from home. Some of our clothing merch had even been in conjunction with her work.

Though, now she sat in her red sporty spandex boxers and a red lacy bra, like a true sweaty gamer. She was playing CSGO, and our office was in the loft of our giant house, so it could get quite warm.

I just leaned back and looked at her, as she got mowed down as they were rushing B. The result went from 4-15 to 4-16 and she lost the match. With a small curse, she spun her chair around to face me. God, Kimberly was beautiful. From her brown, smiling eyes to her olive tanned skin. People always gave the stereotype that latina girls were aggressive and angry all the time. Kimberly was just sweet and kind. She was just herself.

She shifted her glasses and looked at me.

“Whaddup?” she asked.

“Take a look at these leather jackets,” I said and rolled my chair to the side so she could look at my screen.

Kimberly scooted over. I found a concept for some sweet leather jackets, provided by one of the designers my company worked with. It was in red leather, with pockets on the sleeves and some nice zippers giving it a slick, but ragged look.

“Bad ass,” she muttered, squinting her eyes.

“Yeah. I was thinking those, but in Italian leather?”

“Really? You don’t think that is a bit risky? I mean it would be expensive.”

We chatted like this for a bit. Weighing cost against potential increase of our brand. We tried to get a nice casual line of street wear that also looked somewhat decent. And to get the word out, we had contacted some musicians if they wanted a small sponsorship from us. Wear it, show it. That kind of thing.

But everything was at a weighing point. While I had money, I also had a lavish way of spending my money. I called it living, investing in the future, all that crap, but honestly. Money out is still money out. And looking at the forecast I was currently heading into the deficits. So I needed something to ease expenses, especially this giant ass house we didn’t really need. Or we needed a home, just not something this big.

We took several measures to alleviate the costs. One of those was taking in a tenant. Down on the ground floor we had an extra bedroom with its own bath. It had served as a guest room, but we had a few of those. So in theory, we could take on more tenants. But one at a time. We had never done anything like it.

“So has anyone answered the ad?” Kim asked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Not really. Two or three. It’s March, so it’s mid-semester,” I answered.

“Well, we need to interview them. Set it up, bro!” Kim requested, getting up. Yeah, she was sort of tomboyish when it came to how she talked sometimes.

I looked at her cute ass walk across the room and to the stairwell just outside the door, yanking her white crocheted long sleeved sweater on her way, a christmas gift from me. It was warm as hell up in the office, but down in the rest of the house it could be chilly, being March and all.

“I’m grabbing some G-fuel, you want some?”

“No thanks, I got muay thai in an hour, and then I have some shit I gotta do at the library,” I yelled after her as the back of her hair disappeared down the stairs.

I turned my attention back to the applicants. Three. Two guys and a girl. I doubted Kim would accept a girl into the house. Not that I would mind. Heh, we had a pool out back. But guy talk aside, these other guys seemed more orderly. Toby was one, the other was Marcus. Marcus was in his 40s, and I wasn’t about to let some old fuck into our house. And he was a plumber. My uncle was a plumber, and he was an absolute maniac. I hoped for more, because the poor list of realistic applicants was just Toby for now.

*

So when I said I was lavishly spending my money? That wasn’t to say that I was wasting money. Just, expensive cars stupidly bought and big ass houses required some decent cash flow. Still, as I waxed my Lamborghini, looking over at my Rolls Royce and my collector Jaguar 67 E-type, I thought, “Maybe I should have been smarter back then.” I was still young, but I was even younger and stupider then. At least I had these cars to show for it.

“Ahem,” I heard. I looked up. Kim was standing in the open garage door. It was a double wide, but my eyes only saw her. Dressed in a simple, yet flattering red bikini. Flat, taunt stomach, slender waist. Decent breast. Good hips and a nice piece of ass.

“Better. I prefer you stare at me rather than your car,” she joked.

“You want it? I'll give you one if you want,” I joked back. The cars were for us both to use, in reality. I just had better insurance as I had had the license for longer.

“Nah. Get your dad bod out here. I need a sexy lifeguard watching over me when I swim. You need to count the laps.”

Ah I knew it. It was a secret ploy for her to get me into swimming trunks. I chuckled. I was in pretty good shape. Tall, handsome some might say. I worked out like a motherfucker, so I better be. But it was all for my girl.

Why did she want to swim in March anyway? We had an outdoor pool heated throughout the year, but come on.

“What about some skinny dipping?”

“Sure. Why not? Just, your uncle is out back fixing some pipes in the pool house. Shit pipes as he calls them, the gentleman he is.”

I forgot about that.

“Hey. How about we don’t? It’s freezing,” I teased. Kim snuffed at that. “Let’s get showered up. We have our first interview in an hour.”

We had quite a big shower in the downstairs guest bedroom, which was highly convenient. As soon as I got her naked in the shower, I came up behind her. I kissed her sensitive neck feeling her firm belly with my hands, moving up to cup her handfuls of breasts. God, she was magnificent. Kim laid her hands on top of mine, pressing them further into her. I angled my hips down and as I pressed forward and she pressed back, I entered my young hot wife.

“Last time in this bathroom,” Kim moaned as she leaned up against me.

“Better make the best of it,” I whispered, kissing her, wincing a bit when she bit my lip at the end of it.

“Yeah? Give it to me then, Josh. Give it here!”

It wasn’t more than a few minutes of passionate lovemaking before we wrapped up. We had shit to do, and loads of time to bang more later. Which we likely would.

We had received a few more applicants. More in our range of people. We had agreed on either old ladies that seemed cool enough, or college guys who seemed like they would misbehave. Not that we were strict or anything, just we didn’t want this to affect our lifestyle. Plus, for obvious reasons, we didn’t want some idiot to try anything. Either with me or with Kim.

Sure, down the line we thought of picking up more tenants, to fill the house up a bit, but for now, we were trying to get used to the whole notion of someone else living in our home.

The candidates were Lauren, Toby, Steven and Joey. I dismissed Steven and Joey immediately. Steven was way too big, and besides I sorta knew him from the boxing gym. We wanted strangers. Joey was a jock who had been tossed by his dad, a hotel mogul in town. I didn’t want any of that. Lauren was a pretty attractive brunette. Green eyes, wore a pretty red dress showing a hint of cleavage. I had to say of all the candidates–

And yeah Kim vetoed her out. So that left little ole Toby.

Not that he was all that ‘ole’. He was younger than us. Twenty years old, taking a bachelor's degree in something blah blah blah. He was kind of pudgy and seemed like the type would keep to himself. So that was good. We hired him. Or not hired, but you know what I mean.

At first it was awkward walking in nothing but my bathrobe on, finding this new kid in my kitchen. It was a big kitchen, so there was plenty of room, but still. Sipping my coffee, I found myself eyeing him up, there he sat and ate his cornflakes.

Black short hair. He was taller than Kim, but shorter than me. So that puts him around 5 foot 11 maybe 6 feet? Tired eyes, but I could tell if he applied himself he could be decent looking. I shrugged my shoulders, deciding to engage in conversation, as his host.

“So how’s it going, Toby? Slept well?” I asked, picking up the OJ and pouring him a new glass. “Find everything to your satisfaction?” I sounded like I was being a dick the way I asked it, but I was trying to be genuine. But the look in his eyes told me one thing, he was intimidated by me.

I glanced down at myself. Whoops. I closed the robe quickly.

“Ye-yes… The room is quite big. It’s like living in a living room with a bed in it,” he said, looking over his shoulder towards the hallway.

“Yeah? Yeah, I grew up poor so when I bought this,” I said waving my hand around, “I knew nothing about what I was jumping into. But you live and you learn.”

An awkward silence filled the room for a bit.

“Sooo. Did you sleep well?” I asked again. He nodded. Then his eyes shifted from me, to behind me. I turned, just in time to see my latina wife descend the last steps.

Even now, dressed in her flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt, without any make up, did she make a sight. At least to me. I gave a side grin to Toby and nodded at Kim.

“Heh, some piece, eh?” I said, nudging my shoulder at him. He gave an awkward cocked smile and a small nod.

“Stop ogling, and where’s the eggs, motherfucker?!” Kim asked, yanking the fridge up.

“We’re out, babe,” I said. I was so used to her crass language, I just found it funny. Toby looked a bit shocked.

“Ugh,” she grunted, rolling her eyes. She disappeared up the stairs again.

“Well. You’re the man of the house, I need to head out,” I said. Then I realized how that sounded. “I mean, hold the fort down. Or whatever. Enjoy the facilities. Like the pool and stuff. You know what I mean.”

Fuck.

*

It was at first awkward moving into Josh' and Kimberly’s house. First off, their house was huge. The main floor was a big hallway leading into a larger lobby that doubled as a living room. Left side was a huge TV area, with a pool table, an 80 inch TV, sofas, recliners and a big fireplace. Expensive rugs. Hell everything looked expensive. To the right of the living room was the open kitchen, with those windows that go from the floor to the ceiling facing a large pool. The outside stretched for at least an acre or two. First was the pool area, and a small bubble bath jacuzzi. Tiled and wooded up. Then a small pool house, a lawn with a tennis court and probably more.

My room was on the first floor, first door on the left in the hallway. A small wing of a room that was larger than my parents' apartment. I even got my own bathroom and a small separate office. This was a luxurious house. Mansion. Villa. Whatever you wanted to call it.

And their floors were so weird. The stairs were circular, and had several plateaus. One where guest rooms were, one for their own floor, and a last that reached all the way up under their roof. Standing up there, looking down, I felt dizzy. How can anyone live under such a high roof? I had been exploring a bit. Josh had gone to the university, and Kimberly was inside the office with her headphones on, oblivious to me lumbering around the house. It was so big.

I knew I was sort of stepping out of my way here, but Josh and Kimberly were pretty nice so they didn’t care. Probably. Kimberly especially was nice. Nice and pretty. I had noticed her the moment I stepped through the big fucking door they had, after being buzzed through their gate. Jesus, I was smitten by her beauty at once. Her polite smile, reaching her brown eyes. Casual wear, but so sexy regardless. What wouldn’t I do to do her? She was the perfect woman.

I peeked inside the office, after having stared out the window up here for a bit. Kimberly was playing League, it looked like. I hadn’t had much of an introduction to what she was doing, but she seemed to hang on her PC a lot. “Ah, she’s a gamer. As much as a girl can be, at least,” I thought. She had her back to me, so I knew she couldn’t see me. So I took my time.

Kimberly had nothing but a t-shirt and some red spandex boxers on. It made sense, it got pretty warm up here. I was sweating. Not only from the heat, though, I could see those gorgeous thighs. God, I was almost drooling. I just wanted to lick those thighs right now. She was so sexy. My landlord. Josh’ wife. The things I could fantasize about this woman. I felt my cock start to swell, just thinking about this fine bitch on her knees taking my big dick down her throat. “No! I must not think like this,” I thought.

Yet, I found my hand slowly traveling down my sweatpants and into my briefs. I didn’t dare to go full hog, but I slowly started to tug my dick inside their confinement. Hopefully she would ditch the t-shirt too! I would fucking cream my pants right now if she did… Oh the dirty skank.

I slowly started to stroke my giant cock for her. Oh she was serving me so well, just sitting there so gorgeous like. It wouldn’t take her long to get me off. My sweatpants started to jump as I increased the pace.

I then saw that the match was over. Before she could turn, I hurried down the stairs. Fuck, I didn’t even get to finish.

“That was too close,” I thought. And it was. Jesus Christ.

*

The weeks went by. We somehow, after some initial awkwardness, found some rhythm to the whole tenant-aspect. Usually we just saw Toby at breakfast, and sometimes he would join us on Friday-dinners, as my dear wife made the best Mexican food. Frankly, saying no to my wife’s food under my roof? Those were fighting words.

“So you don’t mind?” Kimberly asked one morning. I ate toast, she drank OJ. Toby just sat on a bar chair, eating as well.

“No. If you think there is profit to it,” I said. Kim had proposed buying us a way into a shop that bought used cars, fixed them and sold them. She had done welding, blowtorching and some metal work highschool so she could probably be a benefit to the company, in addition to our money would surely be nice for the company.

“I think so. And it could help during the downtime between tournaments,” Kim said. It could often go weeks up to a month between when she worked.

“Why not. What was the companies’ name again?”

“Hopes’ Branded Cars,” Kim answered. I shrugged my shoulders. It was settled.

“How about you? Gonna blowtorch some motors in two?” I asked Toby. He jumped a bit as I turned to him. In his own world as always.

“Erh no. The heat scares me.”

“Oh, we could all handle a bit of heat, can’t we?” I said winking at Kim, who rolled her eyes. I knew she loved it, but she also thought it was so corny when I flirted with her.

“You think we’ll get to swim this weekend?” I asked the room.

“I mean it’s April,” Toby muttered, still part of the conversation.

“You guys are fucking pussies. It’s at least 50 degrees out. Probably more come… weekend you said? I am barely familiar with this foreign concept,” Kim joked. Our lifestyle was sort of melting the days together. I chuckled.

“Get your swimming trunks, Toby, you heard the lady. We’re having a pool day this weekend, even if the frostbite gets us!” I joked jovially. I saw a small smile on Toby’s full cheeks.

“How long have you guys been married?” Toby dared. I was a bit surprised. He never spoke out or asked anything.

“Two years. Coming up on three this summer,” I answered.

Meanwhile, Kim took her cue to get out of here. She wasn’t being rude or anything, or cold. She just kept the whole thing with Toby very cordial and at arms length. We had said this beforehand, to Toby and to each other. It was just me who wanted to be all chatty. The locker room guy in me just wanted to shoot some shit at any given moment. Made me a decent salesman when it came to my clothing line, and I easily buddied up to most people. Toby was just on a different vibe than me, but I’ll get to him.

“You brought any swim trunks?” I asked, leaning on the kitchen island.

“Nope. They rarely fit,” Toby muttered.

“Well. It’s still a few days. Don’t wanna miss out. Maybe we’ll get the year's first grilling out of the way too.”

Saturday rolled around. And while the temperature said 55, that was Fahrenheit not Celsius. Still, Kim insisted on it being a pool day, so she wore her red bikini again, and I wore my Hawaiian kneecapped swimming shorts. I had bought them in Hawaii, actually. Sadly, Toby didn’t seem in the immediate need to join us.

“More sausage for us,” I thought, warming my trembling hands on the grill.

Why did I agree to this? Well. For starters, I loved the thought of the neighbors in this posh neighborhood looking over and seeing us bathing and grilling, having a good ole time on a weekend in the middle of April. But Toby never joined us. I did however find him lurking in our kitchen when I headed in to find the ketchup.

“What’s up? Joining us?” I asked.

“Heh no. It’s a bit too cold for me. I didn’t find a swimsuit anyway,” he explained, glancing quickly out. I looked out the ceiling windows to see what was looking at.

Outside I saw Kimberly swim to the far side of the pool, locking her palms on the woodboards surrounding the pool and shoving her wet body out of the pool. What a sight. My wife shone from the water, and her muscles were highlighted by the glimmer. She wasn’t the buffest girl, but she did her deadlifts and her squats. And now her swimsuit, which was just a normal one, had caught in her sexy ass crack, essentially becoming a thong. Showing all the goodies. Kim slowly moved her hand down her ass, as if feeling her way down, and pulled it out. Now, that was hot. Even as casual as she could be, when Kim was hot, Kim was fucking hot.

I glanced over at Toby.

“Pretty good, eh?” I said, nudging him with my elbow. For some reason I found it highly enthusing bragging about, no, showing off my girl. Toby couldn’t do anything but nod. He knew he was in deep shit if I decided it was not okay. But some part of me… enjoyed this voyeurism.

And that was that.

*

“Can’t wait to tear that dress off of you!”

“Ugh, it’s just not the same,” Kim groaned.

We had been on a dinner date, and all night Kim looked so good in her green dress. A so-called wrap floor length satin dress with a side slit, showing some of her left leg. The slit rode all the way to just over her mid thigh, teasing the rest of the way. Oh those long slender legs. The dress also showed the top of her ample cleavage. Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. And those heels made her ankles look so delicate, I just needed to wrap my lips around those subtle toes.

Kim was always hesitant to be dressed up like this, or hell to spend money on something so splendid, but one of those things I had to get her when I finally had some cash, was a wardrobe of different attire. Even if she preferred casual wear, at least now she had some classy dresses and other things too. Maybe I was being selfish, but I also loved seeing her so elegantly dressed.

“What you mean?” I asked, looking over at her. We were driving the highway, having made the trip all the way up to Indianapolis. But we drove the Lambo, so heh. It didn’t go slow.

“I know our room is isolated and all that… I just feel watched… and that echo in the hallway? I keep thinking he might hear us. And you know how I can get.”

“Come on, girl. It’s all good. Though, I don’t think Toby would mind.”

“What you mean?”

“Well, you’re right. You’re being watched. You got a fan. Out when we were swimming? I caught him sneaking a peak.”

“Really? And what did you do about it? Fuck him up?”

“No… I just sorta stared too. You’re fucking sexy, Kim.”

Kim just rolled her eyes at me. As she tended to do.

“Oh shit,” I muttered. I was being pulled over. I had no idea how much, but I had for sure been speeding. No drinking, though. I was irresponsible, not reckless.

Later in bed, as I was shoving into Kimberly, we somehow trailed back to our conversation from before.

“Please, not so hard?”

“What, you afraid your biggest fan will hear you?”

“God… Don’t talk like that… what are you even talking about?”

I pushed into her several times, cupping her tan breasts in my hands, leaning down and kissing her neck. I decided not to push it. Kim always found it a bit awkward to talk during, and especially dirty talk. Until now. Suddenly, she spoke up.

“You’re– ugh, not the only one who caught him stealing a peak… The other day… ugh, fuck, not so hard damn it!”

“I think… ugh god. He has been spying at me in my office. I swear I heard footsteps heading down one time,” Kim admitted. The thought of that little kid stroking it to my wife made me swell inside her.

“You think he’s thinking of you?” I asked

“God… that is so wrong…”

“I mean it makes sense. You’re often in your boxers up there… and you’re one fine piece of ass. Any man would. Don’t you think it’s kinda hot? Someone pleasuring themselves to the thought of you?”

“Yeah? You think women think about you when they fuck their men? Wandering around with your chiseled jaw, abs and big pecs like a buffet?” Kim shot back, looking me in the eyes. But then she burst out laughing when she saw my face.

“Point taken. I’ll stop.”

“Stop half of what you’re doing. But not what you’re best at.”

“Oh so I’m just some easy lay for you?”

“Absolutely, darling. Now pump your momma good and hard,” Kim teased, laughing at her own naughtiness, but a sexy kind of laugh. Like she couldn’t believe her own words. Hell, I couldn’t!

With just a few thrusts left I finally roared and came all over Kim’s taut belly.

*

So one thing we sometimes did, for better or worse, was that we threw these giant ass parties. And now that we had sort of made some smarter decisions regarding our finances, not only the tenant, I’m not stupid, we found it time to host another one. The cold pool day wasn’t cutting it. We loved to be social and mingle, play drinking games, dance, all that.

“And you’re free to join,” I told Toby as I warned him of the coming weekend. I had slumped down on the bed, after knocking. Never knew what a guy more or less our own age might do.

I hadn’t been here since he moved in. It was a bit messier than I’d appreciated, but I didn’t heed it. It was his room. If he wanted to live like this, be my guest. Or tenant.

“Erh. Maybe,” he said.

I shrugged my shoulders and went ahead to clean the pool. It wasn’t overly dirty or anything, just some leaves and some stuff. Added some chlorine. I wasn’t expecting anyone to take a swim during the party, but I was taking precautions for the opportunity. Especially if Zach and Amy came. They loved truth or dare, and that might include an early spring bath.

It took no more than an hour, but enough to have me shivering. I of course never wore anything but a t-shirt, so to say I was cold would be an understatement. As I was sipping my warm coco, I saw Kim sit in one of our two seaters in the TV-area. Seemingly wearing nothing but her white crocheted long sleeved sweater. It was long enough to act as a mid-thigh dress, so it was alright modest, and she did like to keep her legs out in the open. She was painting her cute little toenails. Green. Green truly was her color. Though, she did look good in red too. Or any other color.

I shifted my gaze. Over by the staircase, which was between me and her, I could see someone lumbering around, trying to peek around the stairs. It was Toby. I had caught him ogling her before. I mostly chalked it up to him being a young insecure guy, and Kim being hot as shit. It was normal. Yet, seeing him now. I never was one to be jealous, but I wasn’t a guy who was about to let anybody try anything with Kim either. But again, seeing him sneaking a peak at my wife, with her legs curled up under her. I couldn’t help but find this voyeurism sort of hot.

I was watching the watcher. Though from this angle, I could see more than him. Her back, and the sofa’s back, was facing him, while I had a straight look. Kim rose her head and Toby disappeared. She smiled at me as she saw me gawking.

“You creep,” she laughed, turning back to her toes.

*

Hardstyle wasn’t really my cup of music, but sitting in my casual pinstripe suit smoking my cigar, standing behind the bar in our lounge area, I couldn’t help but feel the vibe a bit. I wasn’t really tending the bar, it just sorta felt cool mixing drinks for our guests, while Kim stood for the mingling. I even saw Toby somewhere, shyly staring at the twenty or so friends of ours chatting, dancing and hollering.

“Toby!” I called out. It was amazing he even heard me through the music. I waved him over and over he came.

“Want a beer?” I asked, starting to pour one from the tap. We had some kegs delivered and hooked up. That is, Kim hooked it up. She was good with that sorta thing.

“Erh,” Toby started. I looked over his outfit. Just sweats and a polo shirt that hugged his belly a bit too tight. Poor kid.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody. Hell, we’re in a college town in Indiana, nobody gives a shit,” I laughed, handing it to him. He took one sip and winced. Yeah, he hadn’t acquired the taste yet.

“Say, what you think about the party?” I asked. I took off my Ray-Bans and smashed them onto his face. He looked a bit perplexed but adjusted them correctly.

“Many people,” Toby muttered.

“Lotta pretty women, eh?” I said, leaning my elbow on the counter, looking at the crowd. Toby nodded. But I saw which woman he was looking at. Kim.

The boy probably had a small crush on his hostess. “No big deal,” I thought.

Several hours later.

The party was dying down. Some had left, but a good chunk was still left. Me, Kim, Zach, Amanda, some random guy I didn’t know and his girlfriend and another girl. Or maybe that was his sister, I didn’t really know. I was eh, sorta wasted at this point. Oh yeah, and Toby was there, but he sat in the bar still.

We sat around the coffee table in our white leather sofas, playing some stupid card drinking game. It was sorta hard keeping the rules straight at this point. In fact, Kim had enough. She threw her hand of cards across the messy floor, exclaiming, “Fuck this. Let’s do something else.”

“How about some truth and dares?” Amanda suggested. The randos agreed. And Zach, but Zach was kind of an ass, so of course he couldn’t miss an opportunity to get a ‘win’. Why was I even friends with this guy?

So maybe a more sober man would call it quits and tossed everyone out, or into the guest rooms. But I wasn’t a sober man.

“Fine,” Kim said, with a bored sigh. “I’ll start. Amanda. Or Amy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Amanda said.

“Take that absinthe over there, and drink it all,” Kim said. She wasn’t the biggest fan of Amanda, but only we knew that. Nor Zach for that matter, but nobody likes Zach.

“No fun,” Amanda said, folding her arms. “Choose something else.”

Kim looked over her shoulder, back at Toby.

“Hug that guy,” Kim said, waving towards Toby, who looked like he just saw a ghost.

“You okay over there?” I asked.

“Yeah come sit. Hugs are best in a comfy couch,” Kim said, patting the seat next to her.

“Who is that guy anyway?” Amanda muttered under her breath.

As Toby came over, I jumped up and laid a hand around his shoulders, pointing my Corona at him.

“This, dear Amanda, this is Toby,” I presented, offering him the seat next to Kim, where she patted. “Our tenant. Be polite. And hug him. Or down the absinthe.”

Amanda gave an annoyed sigh, scooted over to her knees in front of Toby, awkwardly placing her hands on his shoulder, looking at him with disgust.

“Don’t drool on me, okay?”

Amanda then slid her arms under his and pulled in tight, gave a 3 second squeeze and let go, not really hiding her disgust all that much. Amanda then turned to me, wanting her revenge on Kim.

“Truth or dare?” she asked. I didn’t want to be chicken shit, but I also knew Amanda would be nasty. So I answered, “Truth.”

Amanda looked disappointed, but lit up quickly. “What are those three’s names?”

She pointed to the three randos names. Fuck. I turned beet red. I had talked with them earlier. A lot. The girls laughed. Even Zach and Toby snickered a bit, realizing my predicament. They knew I wasn’t being an ass, but I was terrible with names. I looked like such a shallow douchebag now. The two girls looked at me expectantly, while the guy was just laughing as he saw my cogs turn.

“Eeeeeh. Je–Jen? Jennifer?” I said pointing to the girl with a side buzz cut. She wore a small leather jacket and some red tight trousers. She nodded. “One out of three aint bad,” I sang, from the Meat Loaf song.

“It’s two out of three, you doofus,” Kim laughed, slapping my shoulder.

“Yeah. Me and eeerh, Mark? Mike? We talked about Jennifer Connelly, then your girl came over and thought we were talking smack?” I said, recalling our conversations. I wanted to show I wasn’t a douchebag. Just bad with names. The guy shrugged.

“Close enough.”

“Really?” I asked, but the guy snickered.

“Yeah totally, my name is Robert.”

“Who the fuck is Mike?” I asked. Robert shrugged again. I turned to the last one. Hot one. Gray eyes, like Connelly, which is what we had been discussing. A bit taller than Jen, but with longer hair and thoroughly a brunette through and through. And with a nice clea–

“Linda,” I said. “There!” I cheered triumphantly. No cheering? I looked around. The guys seemed to be bored by how long it took.

“Hey! How about we mix it up, and make it a bit NSFW?” Amanda asked.

“NSFW?” Zach asked.

“Not safe for work,” Toby blurted out.

“And I have these awesome rules to make it even more interesting,” Amanda conveyed connivingly. “Okay, so we have a bottle. This one, it has some in it left. So one person spins the bottle. He or she presents a dare. The dare has to involve two people. So the person spins the bottle and chooses like one half of the dare, then spins it again to choose the other half. Understood? No? Alright, I’ll start to make it easy. My dare is, smack ass. So now I’ll spin who will do the smacking. Then, who gets smacked. So here we go. Scoot closer, Zach.”

Amanda picked a bottle of Russian Standard, placed it on the table and spun it. First it landed on herself. “Ooouh. So I will get to smack some booty.”

She spun the bottle again. It landed on Linda. Linda jokingly bit her lip and turned around on her side in the sofa, whispering Monroe-like, “Come get it, girl!” Me and the guys hooted as Amanda moved over, placed her one hand on Linda’s waist, reeled back her other and sent her hand into Linda’s wide hipped ass. Linda winced slightly, but joined the laughter, seeming to savor the sharp pain.

“Oh, boys, you’ll get yours,” she gleamed. “My turn?” Amanda nodded.

“My dare is… grab ass. Not some stupid spank. A good 10 second feel up,” Linda said, biting her full bottom lip. Fuck, she was kind a sexy, can’t lie. I knew a few guys around the table who would love to be the grabber.

Linda grabbed the bottle and slowly spun it, almost seductive like. It ominously turned on the table for half a dozen times, then pointed at me. I shot my fist up triumphantly.

“You’re not getting my ass, remember? Whoever this bottle lands on,” Linda said and laughed. Kim too. Maybe I was a bit too eager.

Again Linda spun the bottle. And it landed on fucking Amanda. I looked over Kim, who bit her bottom lip and gave me the ‘go-ahead’ nod. I didn’t even look at Zach. Amanda, who was already on the couch I was on, just turned on her side, like Linda had done.

“Come get the best feel of your life, big boy,” she said, staring at Kim, who didn’t even pay attention. She just darted between my hands and Amanda’s perky ass.

I moved up behind her. Mounting her more or less. She looked up at me, also biting her lip. She was perhaps a bit too much into it, but the look she gave me didn’t fail to arouse me. But I got the hall pass, and I wasn’t going to falter. I laid my hand underneath her jeans clad ass, slowly rubbing them up across cheek, and slowly giving her a few good squeezes. Amanda even slightly moaned at how delicately I was savoring her ass. For 10 seconds. I scooted back, grabbing the bottle.

“Shows over,” I joked, but I had to admit I was slightly flustered. Turning a bit red, perhaps. I even glanced over at Zach, and he was shooting me daggers.

“Erh. Dive in the pool!” I said out loud.

“Come on!” “No fun!” “That all you got?” The girls wasn’t too happy about my suggestion. Zach was fuming.

“Okay okay. How about a peck? On the cheek. Nice and sweet? You girls like that romantic shit, right?” The girls agreed.

The bottle spun and landed on Jen. Then on Robert. Well fuck, that wasn’t so fun. She easily smooched his chin, and he just grinned sheepishly. Jen was quick on the trigger, grabbing the bottle.

“Take off his or her shirt,” Jen said.

“Wait, how is that a dare involving two?” Amanda retorted.

“Well, someone has a shirt on, and someone else take it off. I mean, the other way.”

“Ooouuu,” Amanda cheered. Kim looked hopingly at me.

While the girls wanted some shirtless guys, I looked at said guys. Wouldn’t mind some topless women in their bras either.  But alas, the bottle landed on Zach. “Fuck. Wait, did that mean he would have to undress someone? Fuck, I hope it won’t be Kim,” I thought. But to my sheer horror, it landed on me. The girls hooted, seeing they would get some muscled guy undress another.

I decided there was no way around it, best play it cool. I shot up, threw my jacket off and spread my arms, as if to hug Zach. He just looked dumb up at me, shaking his head.

“Don’t rip it,” I said, talking about my shirt. Zach awkwardly got up, beet red, worse than I had been earlier.

It wasn’t lost on Zach how he was two inches shorter than me, and not as broad either. He grabbed the bottom button and started up. He even gave a small twirl with his hip, to play it cool, giving the girls something to cheer for, but he gave himself away with his shaking hands.

“Lower your arms,” Zach muttered.

“Sure thing, big man,” I laughed, to the amusement of the others.

And like that, my shirt was off. I flexed my biceps and got a small cheer and claps from the girls and Robert. Zach looked utterly defeated. I had nothing to complain about, but I’d much rather see Jen or Linda. Both had some impressive sets, by the looks of it. Especially if it looked to be alright with Kim! But now it was Zach’s turn. Ugh.

“Fuck pecks. I wanna see some kissing,” Zach said, spinning the bottle hard. As if that mattered.

It landed on Linda. And on… Linda again.

“What now?” Zach asked, hopingly. Amanda just gave an annoyed sigh and spun the bottle again. It landed on poor little Toby.

Toby looked like he had seen a ghost. Again. But Linda saw his shyness and took the initiative.

“We could take it to another room if the crowd makes you uncomfortable?” Linda suggested.

“Sure,” I said, wanting to be accommodating, gesturing towards a door. We had a small room where we kept brooms and the vacuum cleaner just behind the lounge area.

“You sure?” Robert suddenly asked. What did he care? He had a girlfriend.

Linda nodded, grabbing Toby by the hand and leading them off to the secluded room. Of course another holler from the girls and a cheer from me and Robert. A minute later they came out. Both were a bit flustered. Linda’s hair a bit disheveled even. Had they gone for seconds or something? Linda plumped down, sighing.

“Phew guys, not what I expected,” she said exasperated. Toby leaned down and grabbed the bottle, smirking a bit, but not saying anything. Did he have some secret skill he just unleashed on Linda? I couldn’t help but get a bit curious. But it was Toby’s dare.

“More kissing,” he muttered. This time it landed on Kim.

It had been a while since she had done anything. And some weird part of me, from how we had been talking, I was sort of split if I wanted Linda, Jen, Amanda or… Toby to be the one to be the other end of the kiss. But it was Linda.

“I’m getting all the action tonight, guys. Might as well head up to bed,” Linda cheered. “Wanna head to–”

“No way, José,” Kim said, smiling devilishly at me.

Linda, who sat on the sofa next to Kim and Toby, next to Robert, stood once again. Stumbling a bit. Taking one step, she immediately fell forward and onto Kim. “Hey there, lover,” Linda muttered, finding herself eye to eye with Kim. And leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. Heavily reciprocated by Kim too.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, my eyes practically bulging. I swore there were some tongues in there too!

And then it was over. Fuck, I wanted more of that.

“Another shirt has to go,” Kim said, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Zach. And then at Robert.

“God damn it!” Zach fumed. Robert was less theatric. He even slipped his arms out himself.

But now Zach wanted vengeance. As if. With his luck?

“One of you guys has to jerk off the other for a whole minute!” Zach said, with a coy smile and spun the bottle. Then it dawned on him, that entailed himself. “No wait!”

“Toooo laaate,” Linda hooted, Amanda joining her.

I just prayed I wouldn’t get jerked off by one of the guys. But it didn’t land on Zach, it was almost worse. It landed on his girl, Amanda managed to let out another ‘ooouuu’. Zach cursed and spun the bottle again. Again, it landed on Toby. Why did he get all the action? And from Amanda, who despised him.

Amanda looked like someone had thrown an old sock in her face. Absolutely disgusted. She looked over at Toby with obvious disdain. Zach looked horrified. Not only did he only get guy on guy action, his girl would be subject to Toby yet again.

“Hey, you don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Linda said.

“Yeah, it was your game,” Robert chimed. He didn’t really talk that much.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” Amanda, and with a yuck, she stood up, starting towards the closet. Toby hesitated. “You coming tubby? I mean Toby?”

Toby shot to his feet. “Ya’ll keep playing. Jen you spin it for me while I go and…” Amanda said, trailing off.

We gave it a collective shrug. No point in rubbing it in for either one. Jen took the bottle.

“What do we say to a blowjob for 60 seconds?” Jen suggested, spinning the bottle. Fuck. I prayed it wouldn’t be Zach and Kim. Or Kim and Zach, for that matter.

The heat was certainly turning up. Hell, all the excitement had me somewhat aroused. The girls kissing, the prospect of both a short handjob and now a blowjob? But again, it wasn’t too controversial this time. Jen and Robert again. As they disappeared to the room Toby and Amanda came out. Now it was Amanda’s time to look like she had seen a ghost. None of the disgust was left. She looked to be in utter shock. Like whatever had happened, she couldn’t believe it. What the fuck was Toby’s trick?

“What happened?” Zach asked.

“You don’t wanna know,” Amanda said, grabbing the bottle. She looked pissed at Zach. It was his dare, after all. “Fucking christ, Zach. I’ll take this one for Jen.”

Amanda shook her head, as if to shake her excursion with Toby off.

“My dare is, someone has to wrestle the other to the ground,” Amanda said, glancing at me and then at Zach. The small group laughed at that. Everyone knew how that would go.

It ended up being Toby having to wrestle me to the ground. The group snickered. Even Toby seemed to find it sorta funny. He was a few inches shorter than me, and maybe he weighed as much as me, but we had those pounds in completely different places. We went out to the carpet in front of the pool door.

“What’s going on?” Jen asked, as she and Robert came back, both quite flustered.

“Toby’s going to take me down,” I chuckled.

Toby awkwardly slid his arm around my neck, and tried to press me down. Then he wrapped an arm around me, trying to do a makeshift wrestling takedown. Problem was, I wrestled in high school. Toby obviously hadn’t. Toby tried a few more ways, even trying to lift my leg with both arms to have me keel backwards.

“I can’t do it,” Toby panted, quite sweaty now.

“No problemo. Few can,” I chuckled.

Toby steadied himself on the table and took the bottle, panting out, “More… ugh… kissing…”

“Just that?” Zach said, realizing just after he had spoken that perhaps he should bite his tongue.

“Anywhere,” Toby added and spun the bottle and slumped back next to Kim again.

It was like watching in slow motion. The bottle turned and turned. The anywhere part wasn’t lost on me. I looked at the others. Linda looked like she always did, hot but indifferent. Kim was still biting her lip. Zach looked like he wanted to take the bottles’ lunch money. Jen and Rob didn’t look like they cared. Amanda looked excited on the bottle. Like she was hoping for something.

But the bottle slowly stopped. Not on just anyone. On Kim. I gulped. It turned me on so much. To think my quirky, somewhat shy wife would have to kiss someone. Anywhere. Toby spun the bottle. God. I hoped it would be Linda. Please, if there is a God, let it be Linda.

It wasn’t Linda.

It was Toby again.

This time he wasn’t even hiding his smirk. Like he knew exactly where to get that kiss. I couldn’t help but get a bit turned on by the thought of this guy forcing my girl to kiss him wherever he wanted. Just like how Kim kissing Linda was just right, this was so wrong.

Kim looked at me, but I didn’t want to be chicken shit in the name of the game. Hell, it was just a game. Toby would never have done anything with these three hotties if not for the game. So I gave her a smile and a nod.

“You go girl!” Amanda cheered, but looked a bit… Was that jealousy? Envy? Even Linda pumped her fist lightly. What did they know?

It felt like forever when Kim stood up, with a small exhale, taking Toby by the both hands and dragging him to the closet. She seemed to be pretty excited about this kiss. Maybe she read the signals from the other girls. Girls did that, right? And I caught Linda and Amanda giving each other a knowing smirk. Zach looked to be fuming. Jen and Robert were oblivious. But that knowing smirk between Linda and Amanda… There was something afoot. I had to know.

“What you girls snickering about?” I asked, trying to play it cool.

“Oh nothing.”

“Jen, you spin again,” Linda said, dismissing any further questioning.

“Why, kissing seems like a nice trend.”

Jen spun the bottle. Loe and behold. Linda was at one end. And I got to kiss… “please be me, please be me,” I thought, clenching my fists. And there it was. Me! I stood up fast. Perhaps a bit too fast.

“So where do you want your kiss, dirty little man?” Linda asked.

“No, it’s you who gets the kiss,” Amanda corrected.

“Oooh. Interesting. Well. Seeing the cozy closet is all occupied,” Linda started, tracing her fingers down towards her cleavage, “How about you give me a nice wet one right in between here?”

Linda moved her blouse to the sides, showing more of her cleavage. She pointed at the middle of her tits and reiterated, “Right here?”

She slid across the floor and sat down next to me, as the spot was now empty. Linda wasn’t one to wait, so she moved a hand into my hair, clutching it and moved my head into her cleavage. I quickly shot out my hand and clutched her shoulders. When I crashed in between her breasts I immediately shot my lips out and gave her a big wet kiss. Fuck, she was so hot. I just hoped Kim wouldn’t be too pissed. If at all, she did seem to like Linda as well. The way they kissed. I felt myself swell some at the thought of them together.

“Pff whatever, she’s fucking tranny anyway,” I heard Zach mutter.

I shot my head back up and looked at Linda. And then turned to Zach.

“What was that?” I asked cooly.

“She’s a fucking tranny. You just sucked the tits of a fucking dude with a dick,” Zach spat.

“Zach, what the fuck?” Amanda said, looking perplexed at her boyfriend.

I looked at him. Then at Linda. I calmly walked over to him. Standing over him, I saw that he was drunk as shit. And letting his true self show even more.

“What?” he asked.

I grabbed him by both sides of his collar and yanked him to his feet and started dragging him away from the lounge. He cursed and complained, wondering what was wrong, but I had nothing left to say to this asshole. When I came to the door, I just threw him out and gave his ass a kick for the road.

“Order a cab. This is private property,” I said, slamming the door.

When I got back I was met by a cheer from the others, even from Amanda. And Kim and Toby were back. They sat on each of their sofas now. Kim on mine, which I had had for myself this evening. Toby where he had sat the rest of the weekend. Kim was having some water, and looked a bit flustered. How long had they been gone? I couldn’t even remember.

“For the record,” I said and winked at Linda and said, “Would.”

They laughed, but I also caught Linda blushing a bit. I was mostly joking. I didn’t give a fuck if she what she was or not. I slumped down next to Kim, putting a hand on her knee.

“What happened?” I asked, as the other conversed.

“Later,” Kim muttered. But she had that knowing smirk. Whatever had happened had turned her up a notch it seemed.

“Anymore dares?” I asked.

We went through a few more. Robert had to give Amanda a spank. Amanda and Kim spanked one another. I got to feel Jen’s tits.

“Some naughty picture to some lucky princess,” I exclaimed, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Toby. For the recipient I was a bit split on what I hoped for. One part of me wanted the picture myself. If it was a dick pic. I knew that was weird, but I wanted to know what the hubbub was about. Surely he had a decent size, with how they reacted. Or maybe it was ridiculously small? Another part of me leaned another way though. Wanting Kim to have it. For my hot wife to have a naughty picture of our tenant. Who lived under the same roof as us. If he hadn’t already shown it to her yet, and made her kiss it, then he would surely now? Just those two things made me unexplainably aroused.

Then the bottle landed on Kim. I gulped. I wanted to finish this game right now and drag my wife up to bed. Almost ominously Toby stood from the sofa and lumbered over to the closet again. A few seconds went by and he came back. Simple as that. I looked at Kim. She was currently looking at her phone, wide-eyed.

“Pretty good right?” Amanda muttered sultry.

“Alright, come here,” I said to Kim, yanking her off the sofa and over my shoulder. Kim laughed and squealed, but didn’t protest. Before I headed to the stairs, I yelled over my shoulder, “Turn off the lights before you pass out.”

*

“Babe… you awake?” Kim said, shaking me.

She had been insatiable last night. And now she was tugging at me again.

“What is it?”

“Can I tell you?”

“What?”

“About the closet?” Kim asked meekly. She had refused so far. I sensed she felt guilty. Maybe guilty for what happened, but also guilty for how aroused she’d been after. I sat up immediately.

“Absolutely,” I answered, sitting up in bed.

*

I was a nervous wreck as I closed the door behind us. I heard Toby shuffle around behind me. He had been a lucky guy this evening, and he was about to get luckier. He was about to get a kiss from me wherever he wanted. Resigning myself to my fate, I turned around. He was just standing there. Between the broom and the vacuum cleaner. The shy guy no more. He was grinning at his price. Smirking even.

I felt a small twinge seeing his desire. The girls had been sort of gigglish after their encounter with Toby, so to see what he had up his sleeve had me already a bit worked up. I clenched my fist and took a step towards him.

“So where do you want the kiss?” I asked in a low voice.

Toby didn’t even say anything. He had made up his mind a moment ago. He just bent over and tugged at the knees of his sweatpants and let them fall. And out came a gasp from me. Slightly bouncing down from under his shirt poked a huge, veiny almost violet cock. It was easily the biggest I’d seen. Thicker than a beer can and long and so fucking thick. And it was also the first uncut cock I’d ever seen. Hell, it was the second cock I’d ever be in contact with. I had been with Josh for as long as dating was a thing for me.

“Nice equipment there,” I blurted out, placing a hand on my waist.

“Pl-please, could you–” Toby stuttered, gesturing to the floor in front of him. He was mustering all the courage he had.

“Oh, you want me right here?” I said, moving closer to him, trying to get a rise out of him.

I pointed to the floor where he motioned. He nodded eagerly. To rile him up even further, knowing this dude likely knew I was way out of his league, I leaned up and whispered in his ear, “You want me on my knees? Right in front of you here?” He nodded again. Slowly I sunk down, sitting back on my heels. I looked up at him, giving him a devilish smile, before looking back down at his cock. It was even bigger up close.

Linda and Amanda no doubt had a feel of it. Hell, Amanda even got to jerk this monstrous beast for sixty seconds. I wondered if he had cum from it. Probably. Amanda was a bombshell. And quite handy. Hehe.

It was so close to my face. I felt the scent and the heat from it. The big fat thing twitched slightly as I tilted my head back down to look at it. No doubt it looked from above as if I was about to take it into my mouth. Part of me wanted to do it, just to see how this shy young man would react. To see if he would cum immediately from having his hostess’ hot mouth wrapped around his big dick. I wondered if he thought about what it would be like.

Toby slowly traced his hand up to the root and out his length, and slowly started stroking it. He probably didn’t even think about it at first. Poor guy probably couldn’t help himself. Having a hot latina chick on her knees in front of him? Smiling up at him like I did? I was no idiot, I know how hot I was. Especially to a guy like this.

“So where do you want your kiss?” I asked again, looking into his eyes.

Toby probably took my lack of reaction to his masturbation as a go ahead sign. At the bottom of my vision I could see that he was stroking a bit eagerly. My breath was no doubt tickling his erection. It was just a few inches from my face. From my mouth. He was so close, after all. If I held my mouth open like this, and he pushed a bit, Toby would be in my sweet, warm mouth.

“You… you’re so pretty,” Toby muttered.

“I know. And you’ve got a pretty cock,” I said, extenuating the k’s, letting my mouth linger open. I heard him groan. Was this guy really gonna blow his load?

I looked down at his cock. My vision was nothing but his big, dangerously throbbing cock. He was so turned on by me. Hell, I was turned on. I can’t believe our tenant, who was such a shy young man, living under our house, was now jerking his cock in front of me.

“So you think it’s nice having your pretty landlord on her knees then?” I asked, looking up at him again. I wanted to look him in the eyes. And he wasn’t shy anymore now, he held my eyes with a determined look.

“Y-yesss,” Toby said, his breath a bit jagged.

How far did I want to take this? I knew if I took it too far, he’d no doubt cum while masturbating to just my face. “Well, he’s gonna do that anyway, might as well have a look” I thought, slightly tipsy curiosity getting the better of me. Deciding to tease him a bit further, and to speed things along a bit, I moved my face even closer to his cock. He groaned, feeling my warm breath on his head even more. A small flick and Toby would’ve felt my tongue on his cock.

“So fucking big,” I said, as I was getting dangerously close to taking him inside my mouth. I could feel the throbbing heat from his cock.

“Quick. Kiss it,” Toby groaned, barely able to stand still now.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the head of his cock. And as soon as my lips met his fat hog, I felt a warm wet substance hit my pursed lips. Again and again. And up on my nose. Moving my eyes down, I could Toby’s fat cock throb and pulse, shooting streaks of cum out on my lips and mouth. It was so thick and warm. After at least a dozen twitches, the last few drops landed on my chin and on the floor. Toby stumbled back, catching his breath.

Did that really happen?

I have no idea what I was thinking. I guess I figured I could turn my head, get out of the way or something when he was gonna blow. But when he said to kiss him, the reflex from the game made me just lean forward with pursed lips, not thinking that it would lead to him cumming all over my mouth, chin and nose.

*

“Wait what? He came on your lips?” I asked, utterly perplexed. Kim never did things like this.

“What have gotten into you?”

“Well. I managed to keep his cum out, at least,” Kim joked. She saw my lack of anger as a good sign. I wasn’t angry, though. Just shocked. “I mean… all the talk. And the fucking booze man.”

*