Neighbourhood Watch

The phone call was a surprise. After some inconsequential small talk, the caller dropped his voice in asking, “Does the term ‘watch-and-be-watched’ ring any bells with your two?”

Mark paused before committing himself. Eventually, he said, “It might.”

“We hoped it might.”

“We?”

“Pam and I.”

Mark waited for further elucidation.

“We’re planning a little get-together for Saturday evening. You remember Gary and Audrey - they come to the Neighbourhood meetings occasionally?”

“Vaguely.” In fact, he remembered Audrey very clearly: a good-looking woman, slender with small tits and sensational legs which her short skirts were clearly intended to emphasise.

“Well, they are coming. And we thought it might be good to have a third couple - if you and Lisa would be interested.”

“I’ll have to ask her.”

“Of course. Call me back and let me know. We think you might enjoy it.”

“Yes.” Mark hesitated. “Would Lisa be expected to - contribute?”

“Participate, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“Not necessarily. But - well, you know.”

“Yes, I think so. I’ll get back to you.”

Mark decided to wait for a timely moment to broach the subject with Lisa. His caller had been Andrew, chief motivator of the local Neighbourhood Watch scheme, a loose-knit coalition of people who agreed to keep a wary eye on any activity that might threaten the security and general well-being of their upper-middle-class community. Mark and Lisa had been persuaded to join when they moved into the area more than a year earlier. There had been irregular meetings to discuss vandalism, littering, late-night noise and the like. Discussion had been desultory and results, apart from a few stickers in windows, minimal. But now it seemed that Neighbourhood Watch might have an entirely different connotation for the select few who received an invitation from Andrew and Pam.

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That night, with each thrust of his cock into Lisa’s warm wetness, Mark pondered on the unexpected phone call. If it meant what he was sure it did mean, how would Lisa respond? At this moment, with her legs wrapped round his back and her pelvis rising to meet his distended member, he could believe she was the absolute epitome of sexual desire. His earlier ministrations with tongue and fingers had brought her to a pitch she seldom achieved these days. Secretly, he had to concede that he had been aroused himself by images of what might happen if only he could persuade Lisa. Now, picturing himself taking her from behind while Andrew and Pam and their guests looked on, his concentration on the immediate sensation in his groin wavered, undermining his control: his cock spasmed, spunk flooded his wife’s cunt. Desperately, he pressed his still semi-erect cock into her as she, realising what had happened, manoeuvred her clitoris against him to reach a conclusion that was only partially satisfying.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “I seemed to get carried away.”

“Don’t worry. It will probably be just as good for me next time.” Lisa disappeared to the bathroom. When she returned, Mark feigned sleep.

In the first years of their marriage, sex had been frequent, passionate and innovative. But, in the manner of many couples, over time they developed a familiar routine. There was no difficulty for either of them in achieving orgasm but the instinctive search for ever more imaginative eroticism had gradually given way to a series of practised moves. The right preliminaries were soon followed by the right buttons being pressed and in a relatively short while the predictable outcome was reached.

Importantly - and crucially in the light of Andrew’s phone call - Mark and Lisa had stopped talking about sex. They had taken to fucking in silence until a gasp from Mark or a little whimper of fulfilment from Lisa signalled an end. How then, he wondered when he lay awake in the night, could he suddenly ask Lisa if she would like to go out for the evening to watch other people fucking? Other people they hardly knew but who might expect to see Lisa spreading herself for Mark? They had lost touch with each other in this critical area and he didn’t know how it could be re-established. In the forefront of his mind was the fear that Lisa might be horrified at the mere suggestion, threatening what intimacy remained. And yet, so tempting was the prospect of joining Andrew’s party, he couldn’t bring himself to give up. Eventually, in the small hours, he devised a plan.

The following morning, during a long conversation with Andrew, the plot was agreed. As a result, Mark was able to tell Lisa no more than that they had been invited out to dinner. “You remember Andrew and Pam from Neighbourhood Watch?”

“Yes. Nice couple - is this more Neighbourhood Watch business?”

“Don’t think so. Apparently it’s just us, them and a couple called Gary and Audrey. They’ve been at one or two of the meetings but Andrew seemed to suggest it would be just a social get-together.” 

There was a thriving dinner party circuit so there was no reason for Lisa to think this was anything out of the ordinary. She said, “I remember Audrey - slim, rather attractive.”

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When they arrived on the appointed evening their recollection of Audrey was fully vindicated: perched on the arm of a chair, gin and tonic in hand, legs crossed, dark skirt halfway up her thighs, she was looking somewhat more than merely attractive. In the chair beside her, Pam wasn’t entirely overshadowed. She, too, was making the most of her assets, a low-cut blouse displaying ample breasts. And was there, Mark wondered, a hint of protruding nipples?

Looking round the room, he felt that for a group in their late thirties and early forties this was undeniably a sextet with the emphasis on the sex. And he didn’t exclude Lisa. While more conservatively dressed than the other two women, he believed that the Lisa of old had not simply disappeared: beneath the surface cool was a sensual nature that would need little encouragement if the circumstances were right. Andrew would undoubtedly have told Pam what was afoot; probably Gary and Audrey knew, too. The question was - how would Lisa respond when the moment came?

It helped that Andrew and Pam were admirable hosts, keeping the conversation light with no awkward pauses, ensuring that empty glasses were quickly refilled. Dinner, too, was accompanied by quality wines. Mark noted approvingly that Andrew, on Lisa’s right, took every opportunity to replenish her glass. Lisa abstained when the port decanter was circulated but allowed herself to be persuaded by a brandy slightly larger than she had requested. So far, so good.

It was after dinner, when they had moved into the drawing room where a CD was playing quietly, that Andrew played the opening card, having been given his cue when Pam made what seemed an innocuous comment about tabloid newspapers and their fondness for kiss-and-tell, three-in-a-bed type stories. “In the end,” she said, “it’s not much more than titillation.”

“Is it though?” said Andrew. “I was reading a piece the other day about wife-swapping - apparently it’s not as prevalent as it used to be because nowadays everyone is terrified of AIDS.”

“That may be true as far as it goes,” Gary responded, “but I doubt whether AIDS has killed the philosophy that gave rise to wife-swapping: once you’ve accepted there is more to sex than a lifetime of monogamy it can’t be easy to give up.” Plainly, Gary had been well briefed.

“So what takes its place?” asked Audrey.

“From all I read, the great craze now for the couples who used to swap is still to get together but the sex - certainly the full sex, no matter whatever might go before it - is restricted to their own partners. Watch-and-be-watched, they call it. People are both exhibitionists and voyeurs.” 

“I suppose if it keeps people together, spices up their sex lives without deceit, there’s something to be said for it. If you’re that kind of person.” This contribution from Lisa left Mark with mixed feelings. At least, she wasn’t embarrassed by the turn the conversation had taken but the tone of her remark was hardly an endorsement.

Gary picked up the thread again. “Another aspect of this watch-and-be-watched business is the way it has led to the opening up of sex clubs. I gather we’d be surprised how many towns have at least one.”

“Sex clubs?” Lisa was still willing to be involved in the discussion.

“Some have admission for singles but mainly they’re intended for couples. There’ll be a bar and a dance floor where people can meet. Get to see if they have anything in common. Then there’ll be other areas where more or less anything goes. If you just want to watch you can. On the other hand - ”

“If you want to know if it’s a good idea - ” Andrew had been circulating to top up glasses. Now, unnoticed he was standing behind Pam’s chair, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “ - I mean, would anybody object to a little experiment?” 

Without waiting for an answer, Andrew let his hands delve into his wife’s décolletage, Pam responded by opening buttons of her blouse. The front fastening of her bra followed, allowing Andrew to cup large round breasts. When they were offered to the full gaze of the onlookers, Mark noted that his impression of protuberant nipples was correct. There was a little cry of “Oh,” from Audrey. It was a cry not of shock but of admiration or even envy, Mark thought. Perhaps something more. He looked at Lisa but at that moment her expression was blank. Not approving but not shocked either.

In the room, the atmosphere had changed palpably. As small talk had given way subtly to a consideration of watch-and-be-watched, now there was a silence broken only by the CD playing in the background and punctuated by quiet sounds of pleasure from Pam as her husband alternately caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. The dark points stood out proudly.