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The New Wife on Milford Court: Scenes from Book Two

April and Jeremy both have confessions to make, but their indescrtions have them too horny to talk…

This is an excerpt from Book Two of our ongoing series, The New Wife on Milford Court. When Jeremy Sampson lands his dream job, it seems like a golden opportunity for his family. His wife, April, reluctantly gives up a life she loves for the shiny promise of a new adventure.

The Sampsons’ luxurious new house on Milford Court is a dream home, but as they settle in, April can’t shake the feeling that something is off about their glamorous new neighbors. At a July 4th barbecue thrown in their honor, she and Jeremy learn the truth that their neighbors are a tight-knit group that freely shares their wives. Even more shocking than their neighbors’ lusty activities is how easily the Sampsons surrender to their own temptations.

In the exclusive scene shared below, April and Jeremy each confess what they did when separated at the barbecue, with surprising results.

“And then Tommy was there…” She took a deep breath and finally looked him in the eye. He wasn’t sure what he saw there — confusion, judgment, worry, disgust, need — but it frightened him. “Where were you, Jeremy?”

“I was…” Shit, how do I say this? How do I tell her what happened?

Jeremy was spared confession because their real urgency finally kicked in. Standing in the living room, they crashed together again, this time with desperate need.

They stared at each other for a heartbeat and then started furiously making out. April grabbed him and attacked with her tongue. She’d been more sexually aggressive since they’d moved — now he wondered if there was a secret reason — but she took it to another level, pulling at his swim shirt and trunks. Her body filled his hands. He scrambled to touch her everywhere, all at once, before trying to pull her swimsuit down.

He pulled her zipper, exposing his wife once again. Her swimsuit seemed to fall away after that. They stumbled toward the couch while their clothes went flying. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she used it to tug him forward. He was reminded of how Marti had aggressively grabbed him. His wife was soaked when he touched her, and his heart skipped a beat with the realization that he wasn’t the reason for it.

April fell into the elbow of their small sectional, and he paused a moment to look down at her. Jeremy didn’t see the sweet girl next door he’d married twelve years ago. The needy woman who stared up at him was flushed with desire and had wild eyes. Her nipples were dark and plumped with excitement, and her legs were open, exposing a swollen, glistening sex. She’d never displayed herself like that, but had he ever slowed down to really look at her?

“Make love to me, Jeremy. Please, babe,” she implored. Her tone said, Fuck me, now!

Jeremy needed to know what got her into such a state, but he needed it as badly as she did. He may have come in Marti’s mouth less than an hour earlier, but his wife had him rock hard again. His trunks were still around his ankles, and he nearly tripped and fell on her when he lunged forward. They would have laughed about that any other time, but neither of them was in a laughing mood.

“Ahhh…yesss…” she cried when he thrust it into her.

“Uhnnn…shit…Ape…”

The positioning was awkward, but he figured it out because he was desperate to fuck his wife. He braced a hand on the frame above her head and another on the cushion beside her, thankful the new leather couch didn’t have much give. He drove it into her as hard as he could, imagining how hard a stud like Darius or — god forbid — Tommy could — would — fuck her.

April kept her legs wide open and spread her arms too, struggling for purchase to push back at him. She cried out with every thrust, and those utterances grew more desperate by the second. He’d never sensed that she’d needed it like this before. Her urgency reassured him that none of the other husbands had fucked her at the Siegels’ house, but he’d gotten a blowjob, and he still wanted her.

Jeremy was dizzy thinking about one of those other men having his wife. She didn’t feel like she’d been fucked, but did he know what that felt like? He’d never had sloppy seconds in his life. Would April feel different after a huge bull like Darius fucked her? Thinking about anyone touching his wife made him sick, but somehow, the thought of April surrendering her body to any of them made him sizzle with maddening desire. A slutty version of April seemed impossible, but it was so hot, and it drove him to pound her even harder.

“Ahhh god…yesss…yesss…ahhh god…fuck me…fuck me, babe…”

“God…damn…it…fuck Ape…”

“Yesss…fuck me…don’t…stop…babe…”

April didn’t do that. She didn’t demand that he fuck her. She’d sounded awkward when he’d made her do it before, but now the dirty command was bold. Visions of Darius bending his wife over and filling her while she screamed fuck me consumed Jeremy. They made him growl and slam her so hard he didn’t know how the violence didn’t hurt her. But the harder he went, the more she moaned. She let go of the couch and clung to him. Her short nails dug half-moons into his back while her legs locked around him.

“Yesss…ahh god…OH GOD!”

Jeremy imagined her screaming like that for Darius. He couldn’t get the thought of the neighborhood husbands enjoying her out of his mind. Which ones had her at the Siegels’ house? And then he imagined her screams cut off when Tommy shoved his cock in her mouth. He saw stars and the only reason he didn’t fill her with the rush of his excitement was because he’d just come in Marti’s mouth minutes earlier.

April looked confused and upset when he wrestled away from her, but he wasn’t leaving her like that. Instead, he grabbed and flipped her over. It might have been the roughest he’d ever been with her. He was stunned when she pushed her round ass back at him. She wanted more.

“Ahhh god…yesss…babe…”

They crashed together again. She rammed back while he slammed forward. He gripped her waist and tried to plow her the way Darius would have. She shouted and moaned, but lost in his fantasy, those moans were muffled because Tommy’s cock filled her mouth. Imagining her being taken by two neighbors at once felt so wrong. A man should never imagine his wife that way. He saw them savage April because that’s what the men on Milford Court do.

“Ahhh god…fuck me, babe…yesss…fuck me!”

Who did you fuck, you dirty little slut? Who had this pussy first? Horny little slut!

Jeremy shouted all of that in his head but didn’t speak it. That was too much, even in the heat of the moment. He too easily imagined his wife playing the slut, but he couldn’t call her one. He still loved her too much — even if she was probably a cheating slut. He forgot about his own indiscretion while he rode her drenched cunt from behind.

“God…fucking…dammit…Ape…oh shit…oh shit…”

“Babe…pull out! You have to pull out!” she cried.

He yanked it from her grasping canal at the last possible second, blasting his searing load onto her cute ass. He pumped his cock, and the pearly jizz streaked up her back.

“Ahhh god, babe…ahhh god yesss…” April cried, reaching down between her thighs to rub her slick, inflamed mound.

The sight of his wife wantonly rubbing her pussy to get over the edge one more time was a hot poker through his brain. She didn’t do that. He didn’t think she did that at all, but certainly not in front of him. But she cried out and came just as he finished pumping the last of his finish onto her upturned peach. He would have had more for her if he hadn’t given some to Marti. The realization was a slap in the face. Now that they’d both come, they’d have to face everything else.

April walked out of the kitchen wiping her husband’s cum from her butt and back, what she could reach anyway. She was practical like that. Using a dishtowel didn’t gross her out. The kitchen was closer than the bedroom, and she could always wash the towel.

Jeremy had to wipe away what she couldn’t get. It was his mess anyway. Afterward, she wiggled back into her swimsuit, catching how he stared at her jiggling breasts while she did it. They’d just made love, but he still craved her. She smiled at that.

They didn’t make love. She understood that. Even though she’d said the word, it was still difficult to admit they’d fucked. One made love to their husband. Richelle probably made love to Chase, but she fucked Darius. Good lord, did she fuck Darius! she thought. Their neighbors were foremost in her mind when she demanded that Jeremy fuck her. She couldn’t have the forbidden fruit, but she could fantasize about it.

“So, our neighbors are all swingers,” she started, unable to take the silent staring. Jeremy looked as stunned as she felt. She sat beside him on the couch. Her suit was dry enough.

“Yeah. I mean, I knew there was something off about this place, but I’d never have guessed it was that. I wanted to believe that we’d just found ourselves in a faster crowd down here, but they were normal.”

“Faster crowd? You sound like your mom.” She laughed. It felt good. He did not.

“You know what I mean. Miami is hot and exciting, and we’re…not. At least, that wasn’t our life back in Jersey.”

“That was never our life. We’ve never been like these people.”

“Good point. I’ve heard of swinging, obviously, but I thought it died out in the 70s, like disco and wide lapels. No way I thought there were swinging communities.”

“It’s not all of Peregrine’s Nest. I think it’s just our street.”

“Still, it’s weird. Right?”

“Oh, totally. I don’t know how they make it work. How do they handle the jealousy? How do they keep track of who’s sleeping with who?”

Jeremy laughed mirthlessly. “That’s easy. They’re all screwing each other. That’s my impression, anyway. All the husbands share their wives.”

“Is that how it is? That sounds like some patriarchal nonsense. Why isn’t it the wives sharing the husbands?”

“Woah, slow down, Gloria Steinem. I’m not sure who is sharing who is the point. They’re all sharing each other, right? They can call it whatever they want, but they’re swingers.”

“How do you know so much about swinging? I knew it was some old sex thing, but that’s it.”

April crossed her arms and fixed him with a suspicious stare. Cami said her husband liked to watch porn about wife sharing. Jeremy seemed like he might also be into that. The day’s revelations didn’t seem as shocking to him.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t looking into us becoming swingers. You just pick up knowledge as you move through life. It’s been in movies. What about Eyes Wide Shut?”

“Is that what that movie was about? I never saw it. Anyway, what did Marc tell you?”

“Pretty much what we’ve been talking about. The husbands on Milford Court share their wives, and everyone is into it. I thought he was saying that these guys are free to show up at each other’s houses to screw the wives whenever they like. I know how crazy that sounds.”

“So, Chase or Tommy could come over and just take me to our bedroom? What if you’re home?”

April again avoided using Darius as an example because it could lead to questions she didn’t want to answer. The concept of being available for sex whenever the men of Milford Court wanted her was offensive. She was not a possession or a sex toy. But beneath her modern civility, a powerful man showing up to take her triggered a dangerous thrill. What would it be like to be so free with her sexuality?

“Maybe I’m supposed to go over to Tommy’s house and fuck Marti? She said it’s not like that but didn’t explain how it does work. Marc didn’t give me details either, but it sounded like he’s not so into it. That’s what I thought, anyway. I think he might be into it, but not happy about it. Does that make sense?”

“I guess. Cami told me that cuckolds are into the humiliation of their wives being with other men.”

Jeremy looked surprised. “Sounds like Cami told you more than you let on.”

“Not about our neighbors. She was explaining what she does with OnlyFans and why Marc is okay with it. She sort of implied that she’s with other men, but she didn’t say it was any of the neighbors. I’m as shocked as you are.”

April didn’t want to explain why she didn’t tell him everything. How do I explain I thought he might be like Marc? “Did Marc say anything else?”

“He came over to warn me about leaving you alone with Chase. I told him I wasn’t worried about you. I know you’re not going to be seduced by that meathead.”

Jeremy didn’t look so sure, and she was offended until she remembered how Tommy kissed her. Chase and Tommy weren’t so different. She’d felt something when Chase was close in the pool.

“I got the feeling from Marc that the point of this barbecue was to initiate us into their weird sex club,” he continued. “He was angry that Tommy didn’t say anything before convincing us to buy this house, let alone invite us to a swinger party. He also said that it’s just like Tommy to do that.”

She recalled how Tommy touched her like she already belonged to him. Is it because he’s Jeremy’s boss? The idea was revolting and darkly thrilling all at once. She was disturbed that it turned her on. She allowed him to touch her — kiss her — for far too long. April shook the thoughts out of her head. “Tommy seems like the type who gets what he wants. I’m not surprised. But if he thinks we’re just going to fall in line…”

“I’m going to have to talk to him about all of this. I want to know what the hell he was thinking. This whole thing feels like a setup now.”

“You don’t think this is all connected, do you? The house, the job… Tommy didn’t offer you the job because…” She blanched at the very idea. What if we uprooted our lives for a lie?

“Because he wanted to fuck you?” He saw her reaction to his bluntness and added, “Sorry, honey. It seems like something out of a bad movie, right? I want to believe he offered me the job because he saw something in me, but I must consider the alternative. Tommy met you at that party my old firm threw, and it all started after that. He’s thrown a lot of money at me just to fuck my wife, but I guess he’s the kind of guy who’d do that.”

“This all makes me sound like a prize to be won — or bought. It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, but I’m kinda proud that I have such a hot wife that he’d give me a mid-six-figure salary and pay all our moving expenses just to get her. You’re a prize to me.”

“I’m no one’s prize, Jeremy,” she snapped. She knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but she couldn’t frame it that way. “It’s gross that he thought all he had to do was get me down here, and I’d just spread my legs. What? Out of gratitude?”

April hoped she sounded disgusted. She was. Tommy’s plan — if that was his plan — was foul. He was like some feudal lord who wanted to take one of his vassals’ wives. Even more upsetting was that disgust wasn’t her only feeling.

She couldn’t confess the truth, but she felt the same strange, inappropriate pride that a man like Tommy Siegel would move heaven and earth just to get her into bed. Men might do that for women like Cami or Richelle, but they didn’t see her that way. Deep down, she’d always been envious of women like them but hid it behind morality.

Maybe for the first time, April understood why pride was one of the seven deadly sins because the rush she felt was as powerful as it was wrong. Her rational mind protested, but that primal side wanted Tommy to have her. He’s not even my type, she protested. Primal April answered, But when he kissed you… And then there was Darius. She’d just come — twice — but thinking about being his on-call slut tightened her core so quickly that she actually gasped.

“Are you okay, April?” Jeremy asked.

“Sure, I’m fine. Sorry, this is just a lot,” she distractedly replied. “You said Marti talked to you. Why did she drag you away?”

“She sensed something was wrong. Now that I know everything, I think she was trying to keep me away so whatever Tommy had planned for you could roll out undisturbed.”

“These people are so arrogant.” She poured on the anger.

“Marti thought she could make me understand the arrangement here. That’s what they seem to call it — an arrangement. But once I knew what was happening, I worried about you the whole time.” He visibly switched gears. “It looked like you were coming from upstairs. How did you end up there?”

“I was looking for you. I had the same worry when I figured out what they were doing.” April didn’t know how to make her confession and tossed it back at him. “Did she? Make you understand?”

“She was very convincing.” Jeremy swallowed hard. “Listen, April. I didn’t know how to handle it. Everything they told me was so unbelievable, and I was so confused. I barely had time to react before the next thing happened. Marti was very forward. I don’t know if it was hers or Tommy’s, but she was on a mission. Marc was there, too, and he was just as thrown as I was.”

“What are you saying, babe?” Suddenly, she feared she hadn’t done the worst thing that day.

“Marti was sitting so close, and her hand was on my leg, and it was just a flurry of words, and then she was touching me…”

“Touching you?”

“Christ, April. I don’t know how to say this. I have so many excuses. She had my mind all twisted around, and I was afraid you might be doing something. I just sat there and didn’t do anything. But I let it happen. I know there’s no excuse.”

“What did you let happen?” She fought her rising dread.

“She…Marti…she…uh…dammit…I let her blow me.”

“Marti…” Words failed her. April fought the tornado of emotions tearing through her. She felt as turned around as Jeremy claimed to be. “Marti gave you oral sex?”

He looked away.

“You let her suck your dick? That’s so generous of you, Jeremy.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant I didn’t stop her. I should have stopped her, but I didn’t. I didn’t ask her for it. I said we shouldn’t.”

“At least you nicely asked her not to suck your dick.”

“April, I’m sorry. I know it was wrong. I…”

“And Marc just sat there and watched?”

“Uh, no…”

“Did he suck your dick, too?” She knew it was mean, but she was angry, and that sounded like something a cuckold might do. Oh my… Is Jeremy bi?

“No. He…uh…licked her pussy. He went down…I guess up…on her.”

“Wow, you got to have a threesome.” I could have walked into that bedroom and had my own. Darius and Shelly would have welcomed me. Instead, I let Tommy…

“Not the one I wanted. Shit, that’s not what I meant. You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do. Did you want Cami there instead of Marc? That would have been hot. Or were you really thinking of me while the neighbor sucked your dick? Did you wish it was me between you and Marc instead of Marti?”

Jeremy looked away. It was enough of an answer. He would. He would share me with another man. Did they get to him, or did he always have this in him? Then she asked, Did they get to me? Have they already twisted me, too? April thought about being between two men and felt a shiver of excitement. Marc would not be involved in her fantasy. She was so angry that it may not even include Jeremy. What if Tommy took me into that bedroom, and he and Darius…

“What happened upstairs, April? You said you were looking for me, but you were zipping up your bathing suit when we ran into each other.”

She didn’t want her turn in the hot seat. Her anger — not that it wasn’t justified — was a reaction to her own guilt. He described how everything just happened, and she knew exactly how that felt. She didn’t have an excuse for her passivity in the face of temptation. No one made her stay and watch Darius and Richelle. She didn’t stop Tommy from touching her — not until it was almost too late. Her bathing suit was unzipped because he unzipped it. At least I didn’t get on my knees and blow him.

April sighed heavily. “I have a confession to make, too.” She didn’t like how his face hardened. “I did go looking for you. I was afraid that you were angry because it looked like I was flirting with Chase again. I was with everyone else, and then you were gone.”

“It didn’t look like anything, April. You were flirting with him.”

“Okay, maybe I wanted to see how you’d react. But then, after I put it all together, I was worried I might have pushed you too far — especially if you’d figured it all out, too. I was afraid you’d think I was up to something. That got worse when everyone started pairing off. So, I went looking for you. I wanted to check the house before I came home. I didn’t want to leave you at the Siegels.”

“What did you think I’d do there?”

“Seriously? You got your dick sucked.” She let him absorb that before continuing. April was angry that he’d cheated, but it made her indiscretion easier to confess. “I went upstairs, and I walked in on Shelly and Darius together. Well, almost walked in. I stopped in the doorway.” She had to force out the admission, “And I watched them.”

Jeremy’s surprise made her cheeks burn. She knew it was a dirty, sneaky thing to do. “How long did you stand there and watch them? Did they know you were watching them have sex?”

“They didn’t invite me in,” she replied, knowing that’s where his head went. Is the truth worse? Is it worse because it’s Tommy? “And they weren’t having sex yet. Darius was going down on her. They didn’t realize I was there.”

“You like watching, don’t you?”

“I…” She looked down, looked sideways, looked anywhere but at him. He loved her. She hoped he’d understand, but she didn’t want her husband to see her differently. The way Tommy does. “I don’t know. I felt like I was in a trance.”

“But it turned you on? Like when you watched Cami getting off?”

“It wasn’t like that at all. I guess I like it. I keep doing it, but I had no idea, babe. This isn’t a thing for me.”

Jeremy let it slide. “Okay, he’s going down on Shelly. They didn’t invite you in. What happened?”

“Then she went down… She sucked his dick.” April worked hard not to visualize what Darius did to Richelle’s mouth. Saying her friend sucked his dick was the understatement of the year. “They got really into it. But he didn’t finish.”

“Like I did?”

“I didn’t mean that. I swear. But Darius was in complete control. He wanted… He wanted to fuck Shelly.” She tried out the dirty words to see how they’d feel in her mouth when they weren’t having sex. Being risqué tickled her brain. She liked the way her husband reacted to her saying it.

“And he fucked her?” He was wistful like he was trying to picture it.

She had no doubt he was jealous. Jeremy would love his own shot with their sexy neighbor. Would he share me so he could have Shelly? Or Cami? Or Marti — again? The thought came from nowhere, and she didn’t want to believe it could be true.

“Oh yes, he fucked her.” April regretted it the second the words left her mouth. Not the words, but the way she said it. His reaction was confirmation that it was a mistake. She was already digging her hole, so she pressed on. “I was going to leave, but then Tommy found me.”

Jeremy looked like she punched him. The last thing he wanted to know was that his boss had had her. She hurriedly added, “I didn’t have sex with him. I didn’t…suck his dick. It wasn’t like that at all. He watched with me.”

“Just watched?” His tone was utter disbelief.

“I didn’t know what was happening.” The excuse sounded even lamer out of her mouth than his. “I was, y’know, into watching Darius and Shelly. Tommy was saying things. He was close, but I didn’t realize what he was doing…how he was touching me.” She held her breath. Maybe I’ll pass out before I have to say it. “And then he kissed me.”

“Jesus Christ, April!”

Jeremy was off the couch, pacing in front of her. She tried to reach for him, but he didn’t slow down. He just repeated himself. Jesus Christ, April! His anger flared much brighter than hers, and she resented it. I didn’t suck his dick! He didn’t go down on me! But she understood that kissing might seem worse. It was so intimate. He never said if Marti kissed him. But she could see the blonde jumping right to a blow job.

“He kissed you? And you kissed him back?” He glared at her.

“For a minute or two. Not long. I came to my senses and pushed him away. I knew it was wrong.”

“After he undressed you.” He stared at her zipper like he could see Tommy unzipping it.

April jumped to her feet and got in his face. “At least I realized it was wrong! Apparently, you had no problem coming in Marti’s mouth!”

“I… You… Tommy…” Jeremy ran a hand through his hair and turned away, flustered. She turned him back to face her. He looked lost. She was angry but still felt for him. She loved him. Smiling, she took his hands. They weren’t lost. He admitted, “You’re right. I’m being ridiculous after what I did. It’s just…Tommy? I can’t see that.”

“Marti? Come on. I didn’t know you’re into older women.”

“I’m not. Not generally. I’d have never thought about that…with her…before. But there is something about her.”

“Is it the big, fake tits?”

They both laughed, and it drained a lot of the tension from the room.

“I’m sure that has something to do with it. For the record, I don’t know how to feel about all this salty language from you.”

“I’ve said tits and fuck before. I’m a thirty-eight-year-old woman.”

“Yeah, but not like this. I’m going to have to get used to my wife having such a dirty mouth.”

April quizzically watched him. He was not just talking about cursing. Saying fuck wasn’t the only reason she had a dirty mouth. She’d done something much dirtier with it. And Jeremy seemed to like that. She was perplexed. I’ve discovered I’m a voyeur. Did he discover he likes…sharing me? She could hardly think it.

“So, was it Tommy’s tits? I still can’t see it,” he continued, and he was clearly trying to, despite the joke.

“Babe, I think it was the situation. I swear, I’ve never looked at him like that. Even now, I can’t believe I let him kiss me. I was watching Darius and Shelly, and I was swept up, and Tommy read it and took advantage. I don’t mean that like he forced me. You don’t have to storm over there and defend my honor. But you have to believe me, I’d never kiss Tommy Siegel if I were in my right mind.”

“And I wouldn’t have…done that…with Marti under ordinary circumstances.”

“Cheated. You can say it, babe. We both cheated. Not at the same level, but we cheated. We’re not like the people around us. We don’t have an arrangement. I know what I did was wrong.”

“So do I. I didn’t have your permission.”

“That’s a funny way to put it. Would you want that? My permission to…”

Jeremy looked caught, and icy fingers of fear gripped her heart. April didn’t think she could live with her husband doing that. It didn’t matter that she would benefit from it. Would I benefit from it? Is that what this is really about? She thought they were coming to a resolution, but she was more confused than ever.

“No, I wasn’t saying that,” he answered too quickly. “We’re not swingers.” He didn’t sound convinced. She wondered, Did one blowjob brainwash my husband?

“I’d also be able to…do stuff. You understand that, right?”

“Do you want that, honey? To…do stuff?”

“No, of course not. That’s not who we are. Who I am. Today was just a mistake. But if we were… If we did…”

“It would be both of us, yes. I get that. We’d have an arrangement like the other couples on Milford Court. But we’re not doing that. Neither of us wants that.”

“Right. We’re not like them,” she agreed.

April wondered how many times one of them had insisted they were different from — better than — their neighbors. Despite the confusing thoughts, weird feelings, and dark desires, she had to believe she was different — that they were different from their neighbors. Being a swinger went against everything she’d been taught was right. She didn’t want a cuckold husband like Marc.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“They aren’t going to make us do anything. This isn’t a cult.”

“But Tommy? Your job? It’s all tied together. They won’t force us into their sex club, but he won’t take it well when you tell him it’s not going to happen again.”

“I’ll have to talk to him. Hopefully, if he sees me man up, he’ll get that I’m serious. We’ll figure this out, honey. I love you. As long as we’re a team, we can get through this. They can’t drag us down.”

“I love you, too, babe.”

They embraced tightly, and being in his arms was reassuring, but April feared they’d already changed. She believed Jeremy would behave because she had no choice, just as she’d keep her new forbidden thoughts down. After all, she had to.

As much as April wanted to believe all of that, she had the nagging feeling that they’d opened a box they couldn’t close.

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