The Fetterville Complex
Chapter One — Daniel’s Perspective
I’m Daniel. I’d worked hard. I deserved it. I’d not long celebrated my forty-second birthday when we were moving into one of eight luxurious homes in a private gated estate about twenty miles outside the City boundary. “We” is me, my wife Andi and children Josh and Katy. Andi is simply gorgeous; brunette, five feet seven inches tall with legs, arse and tits that still get me hard from whichever angle I set eyes on her. Coincidently, her birthday was just a week before mine when she’d turned forty-one. We’d been married twenty years last month. Katy is twenty-one now, so was obviously with us on our special day. Josh will be nineteen next month. Katy takes after her mother in the looks department, and actually stands an inch taller. Josh doesn’t quite match my six feet, two inch height, nor well-built frame courtesy of regular gym visits still, and a period in my twenties as a pro footballer. But Josh could still pull the girls having been blessed with his mother’s natural good looks. So, that’s us. Now the story. I’m finding it difficult to put it into words, let alone fully explain it, but it’s been three months now, I think, since we moved into number six Fetterville, and the changes in all four of us have at times since have been a bit of a worry, but we’ve had regular counselling provided by Miriam Foster, a psychiatrist who lives with her husband Edward at number one, along with their son Philip. I’d put the Fosters in their late fifties and Philip at around twenty five. Both Josh and Katy have become quite close friends with him. Andi and I have had concerns at how close they actually are, often sleeping together in the same bed, but we’re dealing with it at counselling.
We’d viewed the house, made an offer and moved in within two months. A really nice couple it was who sold it to us. Like us, in their forties, though childless, and both partners in a City law firm. Bobbi I think her name was, and I have to say that I was drawn to her. The day we moved in, our next door neighbours at number five, Jeremy and Cynthia Logan, made themselves known to us. He said he was eighty, but looked well for it, and Cynthia ten years younger. Both a bit older than we’d anticipated, but no particular problem save for Jeremy taking me to one side soon after we’d met and warning me to be very careful of the Fosters, who I hadn’t met at that time. He said something very strange to me which in time now has resonated; “when you’re with the Fosters, watch the clock, and think very carefully about whatever they suggest to you because you’ll agree with it although you might wish you hadn’t.” At that time just a little confusing, but now it goes some way to explaining the sort of dilemma we seem to be facing as all four of us are really different people now.
It must have been the morning after we arrived that there was an invitation in the post box to attend a welcoming evening at the Fosters for the coming Saturday, just two days away. All invited it said, and of course we were keen to get to meet the neighbours at a social level as soon as we could. What we hadn’t anticipated, but it stood to reason of course, was that everyone in the Community had been invited, and which we learned of only on our arrival when we entered the living room there to find everyone cheering us in. What I had noticed though, was that the front door had been opened by a maid, in a sort of uniform I’d swear you’d purchase in an adult-themed store. Good quality though. Not tacky, but with the skirt short enough to show stocking tops I’d say was certainly not obtained in any department store. I thought I’d recognised her too, but that passed. Anyway, cheering us in, they did. We were approached by a very smart Miriam Foster who took us round and introduced us to all. There was Simon and Samuel from number three, two guys in their thirties, married only last year. Bob and Alice from number four, with their daughter Kirsty. I thought of Josh then. She was nineteen and very well presented. Lovely smile, and tits actually. I’ve immediately forgotten the others for the time being, I’m not that good at remembering names, oh and the Logans were there as well of course, leaving me with those at numbers two, seven and eight to remember, and I will.
I guess we were there about twenty minutes before he made an entrance. Obviously intended to be noticed, it was Edward Foster at his presumed best. Smartly dressed in trousers, shirt, waistcoat and bowtie he certainly presented himself as someone to be noticed. Standing somewhat sheepishly behind him was his son Philip, dressed more casually in jeans and t-shirt. “Good evening everyone” Edward said, and everyone responded “good evening doctor Foster,” although Andi, the kids and I instead called him “Edward”. He made straight for Andi and I and small talk immediately prevailed. He explained that he was an electronics engineer, holding a doctorate in electronic and computer science. Impressive it was how he explained his latest project was tuning radio waves to brain waves, currently experimenting on rats, but that he’d hoped in time to further this and eventually be able to tune to human brain waves for all manner of medical benefits. We wished him well on that before he moved away to mingle. I turned to Andi to discuss the conversation we’d had with Foster when the maid presented a tray of drinks to us, and then I recognised her. It was Bobbi, who we’d purchased the house from. I hadn’t realised earlier, because what was her brunette hair when we met her was now blonde. “Bobbi” I said, “what are you doing here?” “I’m sorry sir, my name is Roberta. Would you care for a drink?” “Roberta, Bobbi, yes” I said “it’s us. We bought number six from you, only this week.” “I’m terribly sorry sir, but you really are mistaken.” “You’re a corporate lawyer” I said. “What’s this, a little earner on the side?” I then joked, hoping for a reaction when Miriam Foster arrived beside us. “Is there a problem here Daniel? Andi?” she asked. “Yes, this is Bobbi, who we bought the house from, surely?” I said. “I think you’re mistaken, Daniel. Roberta has been with us for some time now. Go on now, Roberta” she sort of directed her, “continue serving the others.” “Well” I said, “I’d have sworn it was her. Anyway, what time is it?” I asked. Andi looked at her watch, “nearly nine” she said “we probably need head back now. There’s still so much to unpack.” “Don’t rush quite yet, you’ve not long got here” Miriam said. “Edward just wants to make another announcement before you go” she added. We both looked in Edward’s direction as Miriam moved over beside him and spoke into his ear. He looked in our direction and smiled and moved off towards the back of the room. I turned to Andi to say something when this high-pitched noise almost pierced my eardrums. It was Edward with a microphone in his hand. He put it to his mouth and I heard him say “your attention please ladies and gentlemen” and again that high-pitched sound was there, really hurting my ears actually. I turned to Andi to ask if she was getting it too and I noticed that she was staring blankly in Edwards’ direction. She didn’t seem to hear me as I spoke and I then heard Edwards say “so thank you all for coming here this evening to welcome our new arrivals, Daniel, Andi, Josh and Katy.” There was applause, and cheers, and I was thinking not much of a speech there as I turned to Andi and said “come on let’s go.” “Ok” she said, then added “Christ, Daniel, it’s ten o’clock.” “What do you mean ten? You said nine o’clock” I responded, somewhat confused. “I know. But it’s five to ten now. I’ll get the kids.” As she moved off, Miriam came up to me and said “Daniel, before you go, Edward wanted to have a quick word with you in the kitchen, if you would?” I looked around for Andi, but couldn’t see her. “Ok” I said, “but we really do need to get off soon” and then followed her to the kitchen. Edward was in there and so was Cynthia, our neighbour. “Daniel” Edward said “I wanted to discuss my project further with you, and wondered if you might help me?” “If I can” I said and could immediately feel Cynthia rubbing my crotch through my trousers. I looked at her. She was looking down, focussing it seemed on getting me hard as quickly as she could. “Don’t mind her, Daniel. Relax.” Edward said. “She’s become a little frisky in her old age. Take no notice.” I decided not to, but she was now at the zipper, pulling it down. “What it is Daniel, is that I think I’m close to perfecting that brain tuning I was telling you about earlier,” and as he said that I could feel lips round my cock. Seventy-year old lips at that, not that their age mattered I guess. “Just let her carry on for a while whilst I explain. You’ll probably enjoy it as it is won’t you? I say you will.” And I suppose he was right. I was hard. She knew what she was doing. I guess the only thought I had on my mind at that time was whether she was going to swallow. “Yes, Daniel, you see, I’ve been testing a prototype I’ve been developing for about three years now. This little complex is perfect for experimenting and mostly it’s been one hundred percent successful. Are you coming yet?” “Soon” I said, “soon.” “Good. It’s just been a little test, you see. I activated the mechanism earlier on and just establishing now where we are with you and your family.” “My family?” I said. “Yes” he replied. “Philip is with Andi now and Miriam is with Josh and Katy. Nothing to stress about. Just a little straightforward testing, that’s all.” I was about to say “just all” myself when my cock exploded into Cynthia’s mouth. And yes, she did swallow. Kept it in there for a more few seconds as well, sucking, just to make certain nothing was left, at least for a while. “How was that then Daniel” Edward asked. “Good” I said. Well it was. “So, ok then” Edward said. We must have chatted for quite a few minutes more when he said “If you shoot off home now then, with the family, we’ll get together soon. We’ll arrange some counselling for you all with Miriam, who is a psychiatrist, just to see you and the family become adjusted to things as they’ll be now whilst we continue testing what we’re developing here. How does that sound?” “Sounds fine Edward” I said. “I prefer Doctor Foster if you wouldn’t mind Daniel. Or just plain Doctor”. “Sure. I’m sorry. That sounds fine Doctor” I said. “By the way” I added. “That is Bobbi who we bought the house from isn’t it?” “Yes, indeed it is Daniel. She’s in service here now, and serving very well she does. And enjoying doing so I understand. Now off you go, I have some other matters to attend to”. As I moved towards the front door I saw Andi and the kids doing so from different directions. As we walked home that night it was clear none of us wanted to share our experiences and straight to bed we all went when home. I guess we were all reflecting on what was, undoubtedly, a very strange experience and, quite frankly, difficult to come to terms with. As I drifted off to sleep I was wondering, mind, what it would have been like to actually fuck old Cynthia, and whether at her age she squirted.
I’m a little confused at precise timing here, or where we actually are at this moment in time, and what I share now might not even be in the same chronological order, but there was this one time when I was home during the day and I got a call from Doctor Foster. Apparently Alice at number four needed my help desperately, if I would go over. I thought it was some financial advice she was seeking, as that was my game, but when she opened the front door in just a negligee, and stay-up stockings, all in black—I actually like black—she pulled me by the hand through the hall into the living room. “I need you to fuck me. Please. Hard. I want it hard. In the arse.” she said to me in almost a panic. I said “hold on. What’s the matter? Is something wrong?” And out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I looked, and it was young Phillip Foster, with a video camera. He said “Don’t mind me, I’m not here, Daniel. Ok?” Alice grabbed my face and turned it towards hers and kissed me. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth. I looked across towards where Phillip was, and he was gone. Alice went down on her knees. I heard a voice say “Relax, just let her do it Daniel,” and I did. Pulled my trousers down she had in seconds, and took me in her mouth. She got me hard. Quickly. She got up, took my hand and pulled me over to the settee. I nearly tripped up with the trousers still round my ankles, but I got free of them, with the shoes. She picked up a dildo from the coffee table. All I remember was that its size put me to shame. “I’m going to fuck myself with this whilst you do my arse, ok Daniel?” she was almost pleading, then added “Yes. Daniel. Please. You will, won’t you?” as she turned and went down on her knees, removing the negligee as she did. I could hear it. The dildo fucking. From the squelching sound I could tell she was dripping wet down there, and I could actually smell its natural aroma I bent down behind her. Of course it was arousing. “Please Daniel. Fuck me in the arse” she almost screamed. As the tip of my cock touched her arsehole she pushed back. It entered so easily. In fact, so easily that I was certain she may have got it ready for me before I arrived. I was inside her for just a few seconds and she started screaming “Come, Daniel, come. Shoot that load in my arse.” And I did. It was so fucking horny. Her desperation had really got me to an almost instantaneous level of excitement I couldn’t recall experiencing before. As I pulled out of her, she spun around and took me in her mouth. She sucked it like her life depended on it, and then stopped. “You can go now, Daniel. Thank you” she said, almost dismissively, and stood up. She picked up my trousers and handed them to me. “I’ll show you out. Come on” she said. I stood up, and followed her. I actually didn’t know what to say. As it was, she said nothing more, opened the front door and closed it behind me as I stepped out. If I was asked I just couldn’t explain it. This place Fetterville was weird. Decidedly so. Things were happening that were inexplicable, unaccountable. I knew that they were actually so wrong, but I just couldn’t explain my behaviour in it at all, and one of the weirdest situations I found myself in was when Abbi and I went along to See Miriam Foster for a bit of counselling. Actually, weird just doesn’t describe it appropriately by half, as what went on was really, really not, well, normal.
I can’t remember what day, or time of day it was, but Abbi and I went along to number one Fetterville. Roberta let us in and showed us into a reception room with a desk and chair, a settee with a chair facing it, and like a couch as well. We sat on the settee, and Miriam came in seconds later, taking the chair opposite us. “Hello Abbi, Daniel” she said. “Hello Miriam” we both replied. “Let’s see now” she said, and went on, “who wants to start?” Well, for a start, I wasn’t sure why we were there. We’d both received a call from Doctor Foster telling us that an appointment had been made to see Miriam and we, well, just attended as we’d been told to. “I’m not sure why we’re here, actually” I said. “Abbi. Do you know?” Miriam asked her. “Well, I was hoping to release a bit of tension really, Miriam” Abbi told her. “How so?” “Miriam asked. “I was hoping you might have the answer for me with you being, you know, a counsellor” Abbi responded with a hint of a smile. “Well, maybe Phillip could help you out here” Miriam suggested, then called out; “Phillip. Come over here, darling.” I hadn’t noticed him hiding in the corner, although there wasn’t anything obvious to obstruct a view of where he was. He walked over, holding a video camera, and I knew I’d seen that before, or had I, as things were becoming so confusing of late. He stood in front of Abbi sitting as she was to my left. “You know what to do, Abbi” Miriam said, and to my absolute shock, she unzipped Phillips trouser fly and pulled out his cock. As she took it in her mouth I looked at Miriam and said “What the fuck is going on?” “Relax, Daniel” she said, “it’s just a little tension relief Abbi’s seeking here,” which made things somewhat clearer, but my wife sucking a young fella’s cock right beside me? How is that right I thought, and he was videoing it! Yes, whilst Abbi was sucking away he was pointing the video camera down at her, and it was clearly operating. “Abbi” I said, “are you sure about this?” And she pulled her mouth away, turned to me and said “It’s not the first time I’ve had Phillip’s cock in my mouth, darling, and I’ve discovered that it does relieve tension in me,” before her lips then returned to envelop his cock again. “Daniel” Miriam said, and I looked at her. “Why don’t you take hold of the camera and film instead so Phillip can turn round?” “Ok” I said, and he handed me the camera. I can’t explain why, I just can’t, but I pointed the camera at my wife’s head as it moved back and forth over this young cock, and then he pulled away and turned around, undoing his belt as he did so. Abbi pulled his trousers and underpants down, then to my absolute horror parted his arse checks and buried her tongue between them. I still found myself filming though, feeling almost compelled to, what with the sight before me. “Go on” I said. “Tell me that’s not the first time you’ve had your tongue in his arsehole either?” She pulled away, turned to me and said “well actually, darling, it is, but I’m so desperate to try, and it does taste so fucking good,” and with that she smiled and poked her tongue out. I couldn’t see through the viewfinder clearly enough, so was disappointed not to know for sure whether there was any sign on it that Phillip’s arse wasn’t as clean as it could be, and she buried it back between those cheeks pretty quickly as it was. I was actually quite annoyed at this stage, and wanted to punch this young guy in the face, but I knew it would affect the filming which somehow I’d come to accept was an important part of this counselling session. Then he grabbed the top of her head with his hands, making that sort of “I’m coming” noise, and I could see Abbi’s throat muscles move as in a swallow, twice. She then slid her lips off his cock and then licked them before saying “thank you, Phillip. That tasted wonderful.” He pulled his trousers up and then took the camera from my hands. “That’ll do nicely” he said as he made for the door. “How do you feel now, Abbi?” Miriam asked. “All the tension has just disappeared, Miriam. Thank you so much.” “And you, Daniel. How are you now?” she asked me. “How am I?” I said. So I told her. “I’ve just seen my wife suck off a boy young enough to be her son, just. And come in her mouth. And had his arse licked by her. So, actually, I’m feeling a bit pissed off.” “Relax now Daniel” she said; “just relax. Now I say it was as much a tension reliever for you as it was for Abbi, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, and then I wasn’t sure. She then said “it has to be important to you for Abbi not to be tense, Daniel. Don’t you agree?” “I suppose so” I said. “I’m certain Abbi wouldn’t mind for one minute seeing you fuck someone else to relieve any tension in you. Right Abbi?” Miriam asked her. “Of course, Miriam” Abbi responded. “There you are, Daniel. What do you say now?” I don’t know why, but I said “If Abbi doesn’t mind watching me fuck someone else I guess its fine her being fucked whilst I watch.” “Of course it is, Daniel. Keep hold of that thought all the time now, and that concludes our session for today. I’ll book you in again next week when maybe I’ll see each of you with one of the children, ok?” “Yes” we both said, and got up to leave. As Roberta showed us out I couldn’t help but say to her “Bobbi. I know it’s you. Are you ok? Why don’t you remember us?” She said “I’m ok sir. I think you are mistaken. I’m Roberta, and I’m very content here serving the Fosters.” “Ok then” I said, and on the way home I found myself discussing Bobbi with Abbi. There was no discussion whatsoever on what had occurred at counselling though. I’m convinced now that since we’ve been here Abbi has been getting up to things that she just won’t share, well with me in any case, and I haven’t shared much with her either, come to think of it, like that time I was walking past number two and the couple living there, Harriet and Boris it is as I remember now, started talking to me. Both about forty I guess, I’d say he was punching above his weight. Tall, slim and auburn-haired she was. Small tits though. He, a little shorter than her, actually, and carrying a bit of weight around the stomach. After a few minutes they said “Come in. Come in and have a coffee with us.” I said “Ok,” and followed them in and through to their kitchen. Small talk followed as I was sipping my coffee when their phone on the kitchen wall rang. Harriet answered and then said “Daniel, it’s for you.” I took it, and it was Edward Foster. “Hello Doctor” I said. I’d remembered how I should address him. “We’ve made a breakthrough, Daniel,” he said, and with that I got this awful feedback through the earpiece. “Relax” he said, “it’ll be fine.” With that I felt a hand rubbing the crack of my arse through my trousers, and then another rubbing my crotch. It was Boris! “Hold on” I said and was about to tell him to fuck off when Foster said “relax Daniel. He’s harmless. Focus on what I’m telling you” and he started going on about this breakthrough in the technology he was working on, and all of a sudden I could feel a pair of lips round my cock, and it was still Boris! I was a bit torn. On the one hand I’ve got Foster seeking my attention talking to me about his breakthrough, and on the other I’ve become really hard in Boris’s mouth, and starting to enjoy it. I looked across at Harriet, and there was Phillip beside her with that fucking camera. He said something. I looked down at Boris, and when I looked up Phillip had disappeared. I didn’t know where to focus then. On Foster, or Boris, so I thought fuck it, I’m about to come here, and replaced the receiver. Then I came. Surprisingly to me, Boris knew just how to keep moving his mouth over my cock to drain it. He eased off it, and stood up, clearly having swallowed the lot. “He’s so good at that, isn’t he Daniel” Harriet asked me. “I guess he is,” I replied. Then I said “look, I’ve got to go. Abbi’s expecting me to pick her up. Thank you for the coffee.” I almost ran out. Was I embarrassed? Of course. I’d never had a guy suck me off before, but as Harriet had said; he was good at it, and I couldn’t quite persuade myself that I’d never go back again.