3 comments/ 17753 views/ 1 favorites Toy Land Sex-R-Us Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Hi, my name is Freddie and I design and build custom homes, at least, I used to design and build custom homes. I'm retired now. I made enough money on building homes that I retired early. Now, I live at the end of a very private and exclusive cul-de-sac and am proud of the fact that I built all the homes on my street. There are seven beautiful homes on our street with each house located on nearly a three acre lot and with each home custom designed by me and the buyer. Although each house is uniquely different, they are not all so different that they do not blend with the architecture of the others. My house is dead center of the horseshoe. We all have 3 bedroom 2 ½ bathroom homes that run around 3,000 square feet, which is more than enough room for two people. It is a beautiful area where I live. The air is fresh and the scenery is pure country with lush meadows with wild flowers, rolling hills, and mature trees filled with nature. Just a short drive to town supplies me everything that I need. We have a grocery store, hardware store, gas station, bakery, small market for fresh local farm grown produce, and what else do you really need? If you must, a short drive on the highway will take you to the mega-mall where there's a Wal-Mart. Only, I'm tired of malls, highways, and driving anywhere. I love my neighbors. We are all very close friends and there is a reason for that, which I will get to later in the story. Only, I am so happy how this private community of ours evolved. It almost didn't happen and certainly was not the way how I had envisioned it. Let me begin by telling you some of the history. Originally, I bought this large lot of land years ago, a twenty acre parcel on speculation that one day, I would build twenty high end homes for those who could afford it and who were over 55-years-old. I figured that the money that I made from this development was my nest egg. In the back of my mind, I had envisioned building my own little retirement community for when I retired. Only, nothing ever works out as planned. The township torpedoed my plans. An outsider of sorts, probably, I could have gotten the appropriate permits had I greased lots of hands. Still, there was no guarantee that bribery would work anyway. New to the neighborhood, certainly, it is illegal and could backfire on me with me playing the patsy and going to jail for bribing a public official. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy to get the permits to build my dream community. The township wanted me to build low cost housing for the poor. They told me that out of the twenty homes that I built, 25% of them or 5 homes had to be affordable housing. Fuck them. I don't want any poor people living next door to me on my street. The whole purpose of my land exercise was, when I was ready to retire, to surround myself with the people who I want to live with for the rest of my life and to move away from the undesirables. Hey, I built enough homes for the poor. Now, it's my turn to build my own dream house. I deserve it. Building only seven homes is how I got around the township's stupid ordinance. For some reason, seven homes is the magic number for an exemption written more than 100 years ago and grandfathered in this particular town. Now, instead of each house having one acre of land, each house has nearly three acres of land. Although it certainly made the cost of each home more expensive, we like it this way. It keeps out the riff raft and protects our scenic view, as all the homes have great, private vistas of the lake. Now, that all twenty acres is developed, no one else can build near our community. Originally, the township had put me in a tight spot. I was troubled as what to do with twenty acres of land on which that I could not build the retirement community that I wanted without first having to satisfy their freaking ordinance. I was so pissed that I decided that I would build one home, my home. Yet, when I realized how much that would cost me, I could not afford such an extravagance as having my home sitting on twenty acres of prime development land. The land was too valuable to waste like that and there was no way that I was going to sell any of it. With my luck, had I parceled it off and sold it, they would have built a shopping mall or a recreational facility for the elderly. I was at a loss of what to do. The land sat vacant for a number of years before I decided to develop it, no matter what the cost. It was with the coaxing of my friends, especially after they saw the view that my land had of the private lake that made me excited about a housing project, again. I hired a lawyer to do some research and he was the one who found the real estate development loophole. At first, it did not occur to me, but as I thought about the lucky number seven, six is the number of close friends that I have and when you add me to the equation, that's seven, not counting their spouses of course, which brings the total to fourteen. Bingo! I put my development plan to action. To be continued... Toy Land Sex-R-Us Ch. 02 What happens in toy land stays in toy land. Before I built the homes, I solicited the people who I wanted for neighbors, namely six of my closest friends with house number seven being my house. I first sold them on the idea of having our own private, gated community compound, so as to speak. Once they saw the land with the view of the lake and with the mountain range in the background, it wasn't very hard to sell them the idea for the development. At first the idea was a bit bizarre with all of us living in close proximity of one another. Still, we each had nearly three acres of land. We never had to see one another if we so wanted. Yet, after I ran some numbers and they saw what I could build for them at an affordable cost and even cheaper if they agreed to do some of the work themselves, they were sold on the idea. We even chose the name of the drive, Toy Land Drive for obvious reasons that I will divulge later in the story. For years, the group of us partied together, vacationed together, shopped together, and traveled together. We all get along fabulously. There is no dissention among our group of fourteen adults and eighteen children. Yeah, sure, we've had some disagreements over the years, but nothing that could not be resolved over a bottle of wine. Matter of fact, we get along even better now, since all of our children are grown and have left home. I am lucky because we have a fun group of neighbors who are our closest of friends. We are all around the same age and all have the same interests. We love to have fun and have grown to become even closer friends since living in our little utopia. Life couldn't be better. We've even been discussing that we each could take an acre or so of our land, donate it to our little community for a common cause and make our own golf course. Now, that's exciting. When we first developed out little community, instead of adding the expense of everyone having their own pool, we chipped in and built a clubhouse that sits by the lakefront with an indoor pool, full bar, game room, lounge TV area, and exercise room. This is a great little place to have when friends and relatives visit. There are even guest bedrooms on the top floors, should anyone require the extra space. We've even hosted a couple of weddings at the clubhouse, not to mention birthday, anniversary, Christmas, and New Year's Eve parties. Over the years, our relationship with one another has been heating up, especially whenever there is an abundance of alcohol. When we drink a little too much, there is always some touchy feely going on between horny husbands and frisky wives who are not married to one another. Nothing ever comes of it; it's just a lot of innuendos and sexy play teasing. Believe you me; it's a lot of fun. Lately, when we get together for a barbeque, we go skinny dipping in the community pool once the sun goes down. We all take turns hosting the barbeques. Let me tell you, it's great fun feeling up someone's naked wife in the dark, deep end of the pool. We are all happily married. We love our spouses and would never dream of cheating, especially with any of our neighbors who are our close friends. Nonetheless, none of what we do feels like cheating and none of us would describe it as such. We call it getting friendly, if you know what I mean. Only, lately, the more we touch, feel, and see, the more we want to experiment. Moreover, the older we get, why the Hell not? What do we have to lose? Even if we took it a step further, it isn't like we are leaving our wife or husband for one of our friend's wives or husbands. Once in a while, the guys will go to down to the strip club and pay for a lap dance while the women will go to the CFNM revue and allow the strippers to tease them with their cocks. After a while, we figured that if the guys were willing to have a lap dance with a stripper and the women were willing to fondle and mouth a male stripper's cock, why not construct something that we all can enjoy at home with our friends for free. We have plenty of room in the clubhouse after all. That was when I decided to construct an adult toy land down the cellar of the clubhouse. I had plenty of help and they were all cheap, volunteer labor. Besides, we all had a vested interest in making this a one of a kind adult toy land, call it an adventure park, if you will or our little erotic escapade escape from reality. Even the women with a wink and a giggle helped with the painting and the decorating. Only, to keep it away from the snooping eyes of guest visitors and relatives, we keep it under lock and key with a sign on all the doors that reads storage. We still want to maintain our respectable image in the eyes of our community, friends, neighbors, and relatives. We all go to church together every Sunday, after all. In the way we custom constructed it, the men enter one side of it and the women enter the other side. I sectioned off a designated area, put up some sheetrock, cut some holes in the sheetrock, and fashioned the sheetrock in a maze formation. The women painted the sheetrock and decorated the area with carpeting and small furniture pieces to look like little motel rooms. There are multiple ways in and out of the maze without having anyone accidentally bumping into someone that they don't want to bump into. We felt it important to retain one another's anonymity. We figured that we would be more apt to experiment with our sexuality if our identity was not known by whoever was on the other side of the sheetrock. Do you get where I am going with this? I figured you would. To be continued... Toy Land Sex-R-Us Ch. 03 Because the men and women are at different heights, we cut holes in the sheetrock at specifically measured heights, two holes at chest level and one hole at hip level. For those who haven't figured it out, yet, I bet you have now. Wait, before you disappear down your cellar to create your own maze to amaze your friends and neighbors, don't you want to read the rest? Now, part of what makes this work so well is sensory depravation. No talking or laughing is allowed. That would ruin the fun by identifying the participants. Trust me; we don't want to know who is on the other side. That would ruin the surprise. It is much more sensually exciting when you do not know who it is you are groping. The person on the other side may even be your own spouse. No matter, even if it is your spouse, chances are you may not know due to the tricks that sensory depravation plays on your mind. You'd be surprised and really have to experience it to discover what a little bit of sensory depravation can do to spark up your sex life. Even if you have been in the maze a hundred times, because there are so many ways in and out, with each way having a private entrance and a private exit, there is no way to tell where you are or who is on the other side of the wall in the dark. We have a black light over each door that tells us which maze is occupied. We are all intent on maintaining one another's privacy by not intruding upon their maze while they are using it. Nonetheless, without lights and not being able to see and hear anything, the only sense that comes into play is your sense of touch, perhaps your sense of smell. Only, as an unspoken rule, men are not allowed to wear cologne and women perfume. We want to retain anonymity after all. Admittedly, for those who are adventurous, your sense of taste could come into play, say should someone would want to suck a cock, lick a pussy or suck a nipple. Only, as a reminder, what happens in toy land stays in toy land. As a rule, we never discuss among ourselves what happens in the maze. It took some convincing to get the women to give it a try, but after a few drinks, they were not only curious but also eager to strip off their clothes. Besides, the way that I constructed the maze with each participant having their own way in and their own way out, anonymity is retained by all participants. Only, unbeknownst to my friends and neighbors, I do have hidden night vision video cameras installed throughout toy land to capture the action. Okay, before I get feedback from the moral minority about videotaping the action without my friends knowing, I plan on sharing the video with all involved when the time is right. Only, not now and no one, not even me, has viewed the videotapes. I figure that when we either stop and tear down toy land or take toy land to another level is when I will show the videos to all involved. Trust me; they will thank me for having the forethought to install hidden video cameras. Besides, knowing my friends the way that I do, it would not surprise me if every one of them had the same thoughts and hid their own night vision video cameras within the confines of toy land. I insulated the sheetrock walls with soundproofing material and installed a cork floor and heavy cork wall on both sides of the wall and sound deadening ceiling tiles. Then, the women installed plush carpeting everywhere making it even more soundproof. Truly, it is virtually soundproof. Even if you were standing on the other side of a wall with your ear pressed against the wall, you could not hear a thing. This way, what happens in the maze, stays in the maze. We do have an intercom system should there be a medical emergency. What is amazing about this maze of cutout walls is, you'd be surprised what women will do, even the ones who have not been with anyone but their husbands, will do when they feel that no one knows what it is they are doing, who they are doing it with, and when their actions cannot be traced back to them. It is a beautiful design of an inspired idea, if I say so myself. I'm thinking about marketing it. What do you think? Although it cost me much more to build the one that I custom made with my friends down the cellar of our clubhouse, because of all the soundproofing materials, carpeting, furniture pieces, and the sheer size of it, would you be interested in buying one of my prefab smaller mazes if it was priced reasonably affordable, say around $2,999? After a few drinks, we strip off our clothes, turn off the lights, except for some dim night lights that give a romantic glow, head down the cellar, and walk through maze not knowing who we will find on the other side. At strategic spots, the men can insert their cocks for the pleasure of the women to stroke or to mouth and the women can insert their tits and pussies for the pleasure of the men. The maze takes teasing to a new level. So far, it is just play and no one has had an orgasm, so they say, but who is to know. We decided that to orgasm is too much like cheating, so we stop when the man or woman is about to cum. It is only a matter of time before we decide to take the next step and give one another an orgasm, if we haven't already. I'll never tell, that is, until the next part of this story. To be continued...