Neighbors:

Quinn was bored.

She's been happily married for ten years now with her high school sweetheart, and although things were good they were starting to get boring.

Sure she was accomplished in her job as an advertising executive and her wife Rachel was very much accomplished in hers as a senior accountant, but their professional success didn't translate to success in their personal lives. And after almost fifteen years of being together they had hit a wall.

Life for the Fabray-Berry household used to be fun. They used to drive into the city and spend their nights bar hopping and dancing until the early morning, or head to some of the city's most famous shows and eateries, but those times were past and instead of a young couple in love they were more like an old couple waiting for each other to crock.

They would wake up, go to work, come home, occasionally have sex, go to bed, and repeat. It was all very much routine and the only time they ever seem to deviate from their routine were on their anniversary or when one of them had to attend a company dinner.

She was barely thirty with no kids, a beautiful wife, and money at her disposal so it made no sense that with all these things she was still bored out of her mind.

When they first got married she heard of the cursed lesbian bed death, but she didn't believe in it. Rachel and she had always had a healthy sex life (although vanilla) and after they got married she expected nothing to change. But sometime between now and then things begin to change and their nightly sex session became weekly, then bi-weekly until it got so bad she counted herself lucky if they got it in twice in one month.

Long ago are the days when they spent long nights wrapped in each other's arms after hours of trading orgasms? She enjoyed their sex life especially with her wife's extra appendage, but now it just felt like a chore. Something they did every now and then before rolling over and going to bed.

Hell Rachel used to be able to make her cum multiple times, but now it's was like one and done, and she admitted that part of it was her fault. With the hours they both worked she was often too tired to spend the entire night having sex when she could be catching up on the sleep she missed.

But as she listened to her new neighbor Santana Pierce talk about the things her and her wife did she couldn't help but too draw up comparisons between the two and the only conclusion she could come up with is that her and Rachel were boring.

When the couple first moved in she was skeptical of the pair, but after spending time with Santana they quickly became fast friends especially when she brazenly told her about her wife Brittany's anatomy.

This was another difference Quinn found between the two. While Rachel guarded her special equipment a secret Brittany was bold and opens about hers. She literally walked around like the cock of the walk, and last week when she went over to Santana's house she found the blonde happily skinny dipping in the pool letting it all hang out something Rachel would never even think of doing.

Rachel barely liked to walk around the house naked and wore special underwear to keep from letting anyone know while she often saw Brittany practicing her yoga ass naked on the back deck winking at her every time she would catch the blonde's eye.

She couldn't help it.

Rachel had a sizeable penis, but Brittany's was a monster compared to hers. Her wife's was barely pushing seven inches, and ever since she first saw it in high school she never desired for more. But from the few glances she had of Brittany's she couldn't help but be intrigued. The women looked to be about eight almost nine inches and she was thick too, and from what Santana happily boasted about she knew how to use it

Everything about the Pierces was in direct contrast to her and Rachel even if they had so many similarities. The Pierces weren't that much younger than them and had been together for a while as well, but they still made time for fun. Every picture of them in their house was of them on some exotic vacation or partying up in a club or restaurant. They were exactly what Rachel and Quinn used to be and what she wanted to get back to being.

"So ever since then we've been full fledge swingers" Santana said bringing the blonde out of her thoughts.

"Wait. What?" Quinn gasped turning and looking at the Latina who looking nothing short of casual.

"We're swingers Q" Santana giggled with a wave of her hand. "We tried it a couple of years ago, and fell in love with it".

"Seriously?" the blonde questioned her mouth dropped open.

"Yep" the Latina nodded. "Don't get me wrong at first I thought I would hate it, but when I saw my Britt fuck another girl….God I get wet just thinking about it" she moaned.

"You're seriously okay with…w-w-with Brittany having sex with someone else?" the blonde stuttered trying to choose her words carefully

"Yep" Santana grinned. "It's actually pretty erotic seeing your loved one is with someone else, but knowing at the end of the night you're the only one that gets to have her. You're the only one that gets to see her at her most vulnerable, and that to her their just holes to be filled while you're their home" she smiled thinking back fondly to their first time swinging.

"Wow" Quinn muttered in shock. She had no idea that people actually were swingers. She figured it was just a 70s thing that died out like bell bottoms did. Plus she never imagined swingers to look so normal. She always imagined some creepy middle age guy with a pornstache not two attractive women who could probably double as models if they wanted/

"Don't be a prude Quinn" Santana laughed seeing the look on the girls face. "We don't do it all the time, but you've seen my wife's dick I mean how I can keep the world from being with that" she reasoned. Brittany was hung and the sexy thing about it is that she knew it. Every time they went to swing parties she would have girls flocking all over her wife wanting to ride that. It was her civic duty to give these women the chance.

"And you swing too?" the blonde uttered still trying to wrap her head around the thought that her neighbors were swingers.

"Just with the ladies" Santana explained. "Some of the guys at the parties can be shady, and although Brittany has a dick I'm a full blown lesbian" she giggled.

"Wow" Quinn repeated still in shock although she was starting to make a little sense of it.

"Look I'm not asking you to join us" the Latina said. "Unless you want too?" she purred.

"Wait. What?"

"Come on Quinn I saw how bored you were the very first day I met you" Santana informed. Trust her she knew vanilla when she saw it and when she met Quinn and Rachel she could practically smelled it. Plus she saw how hard Quinn stared at Brittany when she was doing her yoga, and who wouldn't be her baby was fine.

But what she didn't understand is why Rachel and Quinn were vanilla in the first place. They were young, good looking, and rich. Sure they didn't have to be swingers, but you would think they at least knew to have fun.

"Plus in the two weeks I've known you all you've talked about is how boring sex with Rachel is, and how you want to freshen it up" the Latina added.

"Yeah, by trying some new positons or possibly toys not swing!" the blonde exclaimed.

"Why not?" Santana deadpanned. "Were all young and healthy and you might end up liking it more than any of those things you listed" she added.

"Were not swingers, San" the blonde shook her head adamant about that.

"Fine" the Latina shrugged agreeing to let go of the topic besides she had a feeling the blonde will be interested down the road. Some people you could just tell, but she was willing to wait and see things out. "So anyway did that bitch Sugar try anything today?" she questioned quickly switching topics.

"Of course she did…"

And just like that they went back to their usual girl talk. Santana more than happy to drop to subject and listen to the blonde drone on about her job…again.

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"Hey babe" Quinn called out as she executed her nighttime skin routine in their bedroom.

"Yeah" Rachel followed from the bathroom a mouth filled with toothpaste.

"You would never believe what Santana told me" the blonde started clearing her face of all make-up.

"What she does this time?" the accountant asked rolling her eyes at the mention of her wife's new best-friend. In the two weeks they had moved in she realized how crazy the Pierces really were, but they were starting to grow on her. Not a lot of people in their neighborhood were young so she was happy to finally have someone around their age to hang out with.

Even if Santana had a smart mouth she had to admit she was smart and pretty funny and Quinn got along with her very well while she was becoming close friends to Brittany thanks to their shared love of basketball. And although it's only been a month since they moved in they quickly were making their mark in the neighborhood.

For one although the blonde seemed kind of ditzy at first she was a graduate at MIT and owned on of the biggest accounting and tax firms. When she first met her she would have never guessed that. With the blonde's long air, small tattoos and sun kissed skin she thought that she was just some trust fund kid not a mathematical genius who could crunch numbers like a calculator.

But once they got past the introductions they got along pretty good to the point that the blonde had even offered her a position at her firm especially since they bonded over their shared anatomy.

"She told me that she and Brittany are swingers" Quinn informed causing the brunette to almost choke on her toothbrush. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" Rachel hacked leaning against the bathroom sink. "They're swingers?"

"Yep" the blonde nodded although her wife couldn't see.

"Wow" the brunette said.

"Yep"

"Wow"

"Yep" Quinn nodded.

"Wow" Rachel repeated.

"You already said that" Quinn quipped. "Please that's not the weirdest thing she actually asked us if we want to join her" she added with a small laugh.

"Wow" her wife quietly replied standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Yeah" the blonde chuckled looking at her wife's expression through the vanity mirror. She spent the whole day mulling over what Santana had offered.

"And what did you say?" Rachel carefully asked walking over to the bed and sitting down.

"I said no of course"

"Why'd you do that?" Rachel questioned shocking the blonde.

"Because we're not swingers" Quinn nervously laughed a look of confusion on her first. "Are we?" she added after a moment of silence.

"I mean us…" Rachel sighed running a hand through her hair. She never thought about swinging before, but she had to admit that they were in a rut, and they had to do something to get out of it.

Quinn was the love of her life and she's spent the past fifteen years knowing that, but they no longer had that spark they had. Things used to be fun and spontaneous and now it was routine and scheduled. And sure she could blame their jobs or them getting older, but they had to do something about it.

The thought of losing the blonde freaked her out, but she could see how bored and out of it Quinn was especially during sex, and for a while she thought it was normal for couples their age to be going through it until she met Brittany and Santana.

Here was this couple who was just a couple of years older than them and was still very much passionate about each other. They were always touching, kissing, and cuddling in front of them and when Brittany told her about the things she and Santana got up to in the bedroom she couldn't help but feel intrigued and a little bit of jealous.

They were the definition of kinky and very proud of it, and for a moment she actually thought that maybe she and Quinn could learn something from the two.

She wanted to feel that passion she had for her wife when they were young and in love. She wanted to put that spark back in their marriage. She planned to be with Quinn for the rest of her life, but if she had to go through another year of the same routine of getting up, going to work, and going back to bed with an occasional round of sex thrown in a few times a month she didn't know what she was going to do.

"Wait is you saying…" the blonde trailed off.

"Look" Rachel sighed trying to gather the courage. "Were in a rut" she informed.

"Rach-"

"No Quinn" she cut off. "We've been in a rut for the past three years, and I know you're bored because hell I'm bored" she admitted.

"Baby all couples go through that" the blonde replied getting up and meeting the brunette on the bed.

"Yeah and the next thing you know they're divorced" Rachel quipped wincing at the thought of that. "Look obviously Brittany and Santana know something we don't because they are happily in love, and every time I see them I remember the times we used to be like that. I mean don't get me wrong you're the love of my life, but we no longer have that spark we used to have for each other" she explained. "I miss that spark Quinn" she added her voice taking on a desperate tone.

"Me too" the blonde agreed. "But do you really think swinging with our neighbors is the answer to that?" she questioned. She figured they could try other things before agreeing to have sex with Santana and Brittany. Hell there was probably about seventy other things they could try before swinging.

"I don't know" Rachel sighed mulling at the thought. "But it's something to think about" she added.

"We've never done anything like that" Quinn replied and she was right. They had never done anything like swinging or close to it. They were very vanilla compared to the Pierces. Don't get her wrong at one point they were very happy with their vanilla lifestyle, but it was old. The most adventurous they ever got was when Rachel would bend her over and fuck her in their living room or kitchen and that was on a very rare occasion.

"I know" Rachel sighed. "But it's something" she shrugged. "Besides it not like we're doing it with a stranger even though they just moved in their still one of our good friends"

"Are you sure?"

"Look I'm not saying we have to do it tomorrow or the next day" the accountant explained wrapping her arms around her wife. "I'm just saying we should at least think about it. This might be the thing that puts the spark back in our marriage, and I'm willing to try anything at this point" she added.

"…I guess"

"Why don't we just sleep on it for a couple of days" the brunette offered. "Then if you say no we won't do it"

"And if I say yes?"

"Then we'll talk to them about it before actually doing it" Rachel smiled. "I love you Quinn Fabray-Berry and I'll do anything to show that" she promised pulling her into a deep kiss.

"I love you too" the blonde replied her lips responding in kind. Minutes later the two were wrapped in each other's arms kissing and touching, and before they knew it Rachel was buried inside her and they were on their way to experiencing one of the most powerful orgasm they've had in the past couple of years.

They were so heated that they even went a second round before going to bed neither of them wanting to admit that it was the thought of swinging with the Pierces that got them that way.