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Hey Neighbor Ch. 01

By: NedStarkers



The funny thing was, I had no idea the sexy redhead was our new neighbor. Even though I knew the former occupant had moved out, and even though I started seeing her around at about the same time, for some reason my dumb brain just didn't put two and two together until that night.

Let me back up a second for some necessary background. First, who am I? My name's Rick, I'm just a 34-year-old dude, living in Brooklyn with my wife Moira. We have the second floor of a three-floor brownstone, with views of other people's apartments on the one side, and other people's apartments on the other side. It would be a voyeur's paradise, if only our neighbors ever did anything interesting. (They will, but I'm getting to that.) I work on film shoots as a grip, which means I deal with all the rigging, dolly tracks, flags -- unless it's connected to a lens or electricity, it's my domain. The work's fantastic: it's something different every day, it's fun, and I get to meet celebrities. The catch is that the hours can be long, the pay varies project to project, and the work's not constant. But I've been doing it long enough now to be pretty well-established, so I've got work pretty regularly. But Moira has a regular kind of job, in public relations, so even when work is slow for me, the two of us do just fine.

The job involves quite a bit of lifting and carrying, so I stay in pretty good shape. I also love to run. I try to go for a run every day, if I can. When I'm working, that usually means either getting up very early to get a few miles in before heading to set, or taking a couple of loops around the neighborhood at night. When I'm not working, I prefer to catch up on the sleep I don't usually get, and then I'll go for a run in the late afternoon or early evening. And that's when I first saw the redhead.

I was headed up the hill toward Prospect Park, and she was coming back in the opposite direction. She was tall, almost as tall as me, and fit. It was early summer, and she was just wearing tiny black running shorts and a pink sports bra. She had long, tanned, perfectly toned legs. Her stomach was flat, with a little green jewel dangling from her pierced navel. Her breasts were amazing, firm and round, not overly large -- maybe a B-cup -- but just right for her body. My eyes kept going up to her face, and my heart skipped a beat, she was so pretty. High cheekbones, and the most stunning green eyes I'd ever seen. Her gorgeous red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she smiled at me with perfect little white teeth.

I smiled back as we passed. I might have blushed: she definitely caught me checking her out.

Now, before you start thinking less of me, let me assure you, I love my wife very much. She's sexy as hell, and more importantly than that we're a great team. My life is so much better than it could ever be without her, she makes me happy all the time, and I'm always trying to do the same for her. I would never, ever cheat on her. But we're also secure enough in our relationship that we can check out other people around us without shame, and we often do. Lots of times, when we're out together, one of us will point out some hot number that's caught our eye, and the other will offer either confirmation or light-hearted disputation as to whether or not that particular piece of ass would be worth getting up on. Women, men, whatever. And -- tell you a secret -- there may have been a time or two, special occasions if you will, when we brought a third party home to bed with us. I'm telling you, Moira is the absolute best.

But this redhead also just got me going. Man oh man, what I'd give to see her naked!

Anyway, I saw her a couple of times, just randomly going for a run. I had about a week and a half before my next scheduled gig, so I was running late afternoons/early evenings, and I guess he either worked nights or from home or not at all, because she seemed to be on about the same schedule. One time I saw her, we were stopped on opposite sides of the street at a busy intersection, waiting for either the light to change or the traffic to clear up on its own. She was wearing the same shorts, I think, but a green sports bra this time. I tried not to be so obvious this time, but damn was it hard not to check out her fantastic body. I was running bare-chested myself, and I think she was checking me out as well, because when our eyes locked, a flush of color definitely ran through her cheeks. I gave her a friendly little wave. She waved back.

"Nice day, isn't it?" I called across the street. 

"Yeah!" she called back.

The light changed, the cars stopped, and we both started jogging again.

"Hope you have a good run!" she said as we passed.

"You too!" Probably the deepest, most intimate first conversation ever, in the history of first conversations. I know this. What can you do?

I jogged another couple of steps, then looked back over my shoulder. I had to, I just had to. And it was worth it. Her ass was incredible, tight and round, her tiny running shorts *just* covering her cheeks. Oh, and she was looking back, too. She waved again, then picked up her pace and sped away. The single-young-man part of my brain said to turn around and go after her, but I didn't. I just kept on going with my run as planned, trying not to trip over my erection.

The next time I went out, I started a little earlier, hoping that I might catch her while we were still running in the same direction and could maybe have a little conversation. My dastardly plan didn't work out, though, as she was nowhere to be seen. It crossed my mind that she might not be a crazy running-addicted person like myself, and didn't actually go out every single day. Anyway, I tried again the day after that, and got a good seven-mile jog in, but again didn't see her.

Until the end, that is. On my way back home, I crested a hill and there she was, way ahead of me. That red ponytail was unmistakable. I picked up speed, trying to catch up. I wasn't sprinting -- that would cross a line into being creepy, I'd think -- but I kept at a good pace, eating up the distance between us, watching that fine ass move. But then she turned right, onto another street, and I thought, "Oh well." I was a block away from my building anyway, and I was done. Following that butt had been a great excuse to go a little faster at the end, but now all I wanted was a hot shower.

I turned right at the next block, fished the keys out of the tiny zippered pocket of my shorts, and went home. In the shower, I thought about the redhead some more, imagining how she'd look peeling those little shorts off. My cock rose a bit, and I gave it a few soft strokes, but left it at that. I didn't really feel like jerking off in the shower just then, and besides, Moira would be home from work soon. I would much rather divert that pent-up sexual energy into her.

I turned off the water, got out of the shower, and toweled off. As I dried my hair, I looked out the window. Our bathroom window looks out the back of our building, overlooking the little back patio that only our downstairs neighbor had access to, and the yards and back windows of the buildings the next block over. And that's when I saw, in the window directly across from mine, a flash of red.

"No. Fucking. Way." I said it out loud.

It made sense, those buildings were on the street she had turned down. And like I said earlier, I knew the people who used to live there -- an old fat guy and his old fat wife -- had just moved out very recently, at about the same time I started seeing the redhead. It was too good to be true, but there she was. 

Completely naked.

My dick immediately leapt to full attention, and I shot out a hand to kill the lights. I would hate for her to see me peeping and realize she'd left her shades open. I was looking into her bathroom, where she had clearly just gotten out of the shower herself. She was standing with her back to the window, looking in the mirror and blow-drying that beautiful red hair. I had a perfect view of her supple, naked ass. Those round, toned cheeks were even more unbelievable that I had imagined. They were pale and white -- she clearly liked going to the beach, but not the nude beach. Those tanlines were so incredibly hot. Reflected in the mirror, I could see her breasts, as white and tanlined as her ass. Her tits were amazing, firm and natural, with pink, silver-dollar-sized areolas around tiny pointed nipples.

My hand drifted down to my stiff cock and began to stroke. I imagined rubbing my dick between those ass cheeks, sliding it up and down along her soft flesh while reaching around her body to squeeze those perfect breasts. I imagined pushing my dick between her legs, into her tight, wet cunt. God, I wished she'd turn around so I could see it. I swore, if she turned and I saw her pussy I would probably cum right then and there.

Moira's voice called out, "Hey baby!"

Shit, I thought. I had been so distracted, I hadn't even heard the apartment door open. I pulled the window shade closed. There was no hiding my arousal, but she didn't have to know I was perving on our neighbor.

Moira came to the bathroom and stopped suddenly. "Oh," she said, eyes falling on my rigid erection. "Oh my God."

"Hey baby," I said, stepping in to give her a kiss. My dick poked her in the stomach as I did. "Sorry about that, I was just taking a shower and I got to thinking about you."

"Oh, okay," she said, as she reached down and started to stroke my cock. "Oh, I'm not complaining about this welcome at all."

Let me tell you about Moira now. She's half Irish and half Japanese, which if you ask me is just a perfect storm of sexy. She has straight black hair and an Asian skin tone, along with sky-blue eyes and the cutest freckled cheeks in the world. She's about a foot shorter than me and curvaceous, not as obsessive about exercise as I am but still in great shape. She has large, C-cup breasts that she loves to show off in low-cut tops and dresses. And on top of all that, she is perpetually horny. I love her so fucking much.

We kissed deeply while she kept tugging on my cock, stroking me up and down while our tongues twisted over each other. She was wearing a sleeveless summer dress that zipped in the back; I reached behind her and pulled the zipper down. She let go of my cock just long enough for me to take the dress off her and let it drop to the floor, then immediately resumed stroking it as we started kissing again. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off her, freeing her gorgeous tits. I gave them both a gentle squeeze, then took one in my mouth. I licked and sucked at her little brown nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow in my mouth. I kissed all around her breasts, finally burying my face between them and kissing and licking the canyon of her cleavage.

Raising my head from Moira's tits, we started making out again. As we kissed I gently started nudging her towards the bedroom. Our kitchen and living area are between the bathroom and the bedroom, and the windows there were wide open. If the sexy redhead -- or anyone in the building across the way, for that matter -- looked, they would see us clearly. My sexy, half-Asian wife, wearing only a black cotton thong, her glorious tits out and proud; being led backward by me, completley naked, with my thick, seven-inch dick standing up strong and hard. If they had really good eyes or a pair of binoculars, they might even see the clear bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of my cock. It was all good, I didn't mind, and Moira has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her as well. They only had a minute anyway, before we were in the bedroom and out of view.

I gently pushed Moira down onto the bed. She raised herself up on her elbows, knees bent, legs spread. I took off her shoes, then hooked my fingers through the waistband of her thong and pulled, pulling the panties down over her knees and past her ankles. Now I was looking at my wife's beautiful, wet pussy. She liked to keep it completely hairless, waxed smooth. Her lips were pink and damp with arousal. I got down on my knees and dove in, licking that hot hairless snatch, tasting the juices flowing from her cunt.

"Oh God, baby, oh yeah, ohhhh," Moira moaned as I ate her.

I ran my tongue slowly up and down her slit, then sucked at her engorged clitoris. Moira cried out in pleasure. With my hands beneath her buttocks, I lifted her cunt off the bed as I devoured her, holding her up just the way she liked it. Keeping my lips on her clit, I pushed my tongue deep into her, as deep as it could go, as Moira moaned with wordless ecstasy, grinding her smooth wet cunt against my face.

"Oh baby, fuck me, please fuck me," she whispered, and I was more than happy to oblige. 

I set her down on the bed and pulled her hips forward, so that her ass was right at the edge of the bed, almost hanging off. I held her legs, pushing her knees up and apart, spreading her beautiful pink pussy. Holding her like that, I began to tease her with the head of my cock. I rubbed it around her slick opening, giving her just the tip. Then I pulled out and stroked my shaft between her lips, slowly rubbing her clit with the underside of my dick, before giving her just the tip again.

"Fuck me you goddamn tease, fuck me, give me that cock!" Moira called out.

"This cock?" I asked her, and with a quick jerk of my hip penetrated her fully. She was so wet with excitement that I just slid right in, all the way to the base, the end of my cock bumping into her innermost wall. Moira's gorgeous blue eyes rolled back in her head as she lost her mind with pleasure.

"Yes!" she whispered, her voice high.

I slowly, slowly pulled out until again only the tip of my cock was inside her, then slowly, slowly pushed back in. I breathed deep, trying to keep my own arousal under control - after watching the redhead through the window, I was so incredibly turned on, and not too far from cumming myself. Slowly, deliberately, I slid my stiff cock in and out of Moira's slippery wet cunt. I led go of her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist, holding herself tightly against my body. With my right hand, I strummed two fingers on her clit, rubbing tight little circles around her pearly nub as I fucked her. My left hand went up to her glorious tits, squeezing one, then the other.

"Oh God, oh baby," Moira moaned. "Oh yes, oh yeah, oh baby that feels so good, oh baby, oh baby..." Her voice seemed to get higher and higher, and I knew she was getting close. I picked up speed, humping her faster, harder.

"Oh God, OH GOD!" she cried. I fucked her even faster, pounding her cunt with my cock, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the walls. My fingers were a blur on her clit as she bucked her hips madly against me. I leaned over her and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on her tit as our bodies slammed into each other. She grabbed at my hair, pulling it as she screamed.

"Oh! Oooh! Uhhh! UUHHHH!!! OH FUCK BABY YES OOOOOOHHHH!"

Moira came, hard. Her legs locked around my butt as she ground her cunt into me as hard as she could, her inside walls clamping down on my cock like a burning-hot vise as juice poured out of her, soaking my pubic hair and trickling over my balls. I kissed her mouth and came too, my cock shooting ropes of hot jism deep into her twat, coating her insides with a torrent of cum. I flopped down beside her, my cock still inside her pussy, spurting its last remaining shots of semen into her quivering cunt. 

We lay there for a long moment, catching our breath, arms wrapped around each other, kissing each other over and over again. We were both caked in sweat, just as badly as when I'd first come home from my run, but it didn't matter as we basked in the glow of each other.

"Damn, boy," Moira said at last. "If you're going to fuck me like THAT, then by all means, you can peep at that redhead across the way all you want!"

I laughed. "Shit, how'd you know?"

"You were standing in the dark with a raging hard-on, dummy, what else could it have been?" she said. "Also, I know what the window shade closing sounds like. 'I was just thinking of you' was a nice cover, but try again."

I blushed, and now it was Moira's turn to laugh. "It's okay," she said. "I've noticed her, too, she's kind of drop-dead gorgeous and she's got to be an exhibitionist or something because I don't think she even owns any curtains. And like I said..." 

Moira cuddled up close to me, nuzzling my face and stroking my hair.

"...that was. Fucking. Amazing."

She kissed me very lightly and then smiled. Goddamn, did I love that woman! I rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply, plunging my still semi-hard cock right back into her wet pussy.

"Ready for round two?" I asked.

"Unnnggh," she moaned, bucking her pussy on my cock. "Fuck yeah I'm ready!"

We went slowly, keeping my cock deep inside her, only moving back and forth about an inch while we made out. Gradually my dick started to stiffen once again, and as I got harder, I moved in and out of her more and more.

"Ohhhhh yeah," Moira groaned, her hands clasping my ass cheeks as my cock moved in and out of her dripping, cum-filled cunt. Soon enough I was fully hard again.

"I want to be on top," she said. So I hugged her close and rolled over onto my back, still inside her, still fucking her. 

Moira pushed herself up into the cowgirl position and rode me, gasping in ecstasy. I stroked her thighs and she rocked her pussy back and forth on my cock, using it to pleasure herself. 

"Ohhh yeah, baby, ooooooh," Moira cooed. She started to pick up speed, riding me harder, faster.

"You want to fuck our neighbor?" she asked, sliding her cunt up and down my dick. She liked to talk dirty sometimes, and I was happy to indulge her.

"Yeah, I want to fuck her!" I said, my hands on Moira's smooth thighs.

"You wish this was her pussy you were fucking right now?"

"Yeah!"

"Tell me!"

"I wish I was fucking her pussy! I wish I was fucking her little red snatch!"

"You want to squeeze her tits?"

"I want to squeeze her tits!"

"How would you do it? Show me!"

I reached up and grabbed Moira's breasts, hard. She fucked me even faster, her cunt rocking back and forth and back and forth while she groaned, "Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!" She loved it, and I couldn't help but to think back to earlier in our relationship, when we were still figuring each other out. There had been a lot of trial-and-error, finding out how hard was too hard and how soft was too soft, but at this stage when we played rough, everything was just right.

"You wish those tits were her tits?"

"Yeah I do!"

"Well they're not! They're my tits!"

"I love your tits!"

"And that's my pussy!"

"I love your pussy!"

"Do you? Do you love it?"

"I love it!"

She was slamming her pussy into my cock now, her slick cunt making wet sounds with every thrust. I knew she'd be cumming any second now.

"You love this pussy?"

"I fucking love it!"

"Okay! Oh... oh yeah! Oh yeah! Unnh! Unnh! UNNNH! Yes yes yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK oh FUCK yes FUCK unh UUUUUUNNNNNHHHH!!!!!"

I squeezed Moira's tits as she came, the inside walls of her vagina pulsating around my hard cock as her orgasmic scream trailed off and turned soundless, her face scrunched up and red with her mouth open, while she bucked her hips again and again and then the liquid was flowing out of her. I let her tits go, knowing she was done. She collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily into my neck.

"I love you, baby," she whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you," I whispered back. "You and no one else."

We kissed, long and tender, embracing with our tongues, sharing our breath. She pulled herself off of my dick and lay down next to me, on her belly, her arm draped over my chest.


Hey Neighbor Ch. 01



"You're still hard," she said. "Did you cum again?"

I shook my head no.

"Aww," she said. "I'm kind of paralyzed."

"That's okay," I said, sitting up. "You just lie there and rest."

I threw a leg over her prone body and straddled her, my stiff cock resting between her soft buttocks. Actual anal never really did anything for me, but I've always loved rubbing my cock between a girl's butt cheeks. I gently humped her crack for a minute, then pushed down and entered her wet vagina one more time.

"Ohhh," Moira whispered, her voice high. "Ohhh!"

I lay down on top of her, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her ears, all the while rocking my dick in and out of her slick tunnel, feeling the softness of her ass pressed against my belly.

"Oh baby," I whispered in her ear. "Oh baby..."

I started bucking harder, faster, building toward my orgasm. Moira moaned softly underneath me. She clutched my hand and kissed it, while I fucked her harder and harder.

"Oh God baby, I'm gonna cum..." I warned her, and then it was already happening. Once again I was shooting my seed deep inside her, filling her cunt with hot cum as I thrust and thrust and thrust, gasping for breath. My balls emptied, and I slipped out of her, softening rapidly, the last drops of my cum dripping onto the sheets. I flopped down next to her, spent. Moira lifted her hand, palm up.

"High five," she said, eyes half-closed. I high-fived her gently and lay back down.

"What do you say about ordering in for dinner tonight?" I said.

"I like it," Moira answered. "Tacos please."

I rolled off the bed to find my phone and order us something to eat. I walked into the kitchen, where I had left it plugged in before going out for my run. As I picked it up, I looked out the window and across the yard. There was the redhead, sitting by her living room window, reading. She was wearing a comfortable t-shirt now, her hair down and loose. She looked up from her book and did a double-take as her eyes caught sight of me. I don't know if she recognized me or not, but I immediately remembered that I was standing in the full light of my kitchen, completely naked. I quickly stepped over to the window and drew the curtain.

Little did I know then, but that night had been just the beginning...



Hey Neighbor Ch. 02



I was so, so very tired when I got home that evening.

I had been working as the Key Grip on an indie film being shot in Brooklyn. The best thing about it was that it was a good crew, with a lot of guys I've worked with before and considered friends. Even the shittiest jobs are bearable when you're surrounded with good people. And make no mistake, this was a shitty gig. The director was incompetent, the D.P. was an asshole, and the combined dumb-fuckery of the two of them resulted in shoot days that went way, way overlong. Sure, that's why we get paid overtime, but no amount of money can make up for the time I could have spent at home, in bed, either sleeping or plowing my beautiful wife.

Thank God, we were at a break in the schedule. Two whole days off, before diving right back in for another eight straight. It was about seven o'clock when I got home, our last shoot day before the break being another 14-hour clusterfuck. I stumbled into my second-floor apartment, punch-drunk with fatigue. My lovely wife, Moira, was there to greet me at the door.

"You're home!" she cheered, planting a kiss on my unshaven face.

"Kill me," I moaned.

"Aw, poor baby," Moira said, pouting cartoonishly, busting my balls. "Why don't you just flop yourself down on the couch and let momma get you a drink. Would a bourbon make you feel better, or do you just want a beer?"

"You make me feel better," I told her, and gave her a deep kiss.

I'm crazy about Moira. She's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. We've been together for about six years, married for four. Her dad was an O'Malley from Long Island, just one generation removed from County Cork, and her mother was an Ishigawa from Osaka. She has beautiful Asian skin and straight black hair down to her shoulders, plus a pair of the brightest sky-blue eyes you'll ever see in your life. She's about a head shorter than me and curvy, with big, firm breasts and a cute, round little ass. She's sassy, she's smart as a whip, and best of all, my girl is horny all the time. I love her!

I sat down on our couch and took off my shoes, watching Moira as she poured me a bourbon on the rocks. She had been home for a while, having long since changed out of her work clothes and into a comfortable tee-shirt and sweatpants, her silky black hair tied back in a loose ponytail. I put my feet up on the coffee table and flipped on the TV, thinking to put on the Mets game. It was still early, there was a chance they weren't losing yet! Moira brought me my drink, kissed my forehead, then went back to our little kitchen.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"I want a drink too, dumbass," she said, smiling at me. She took another glass out of the cabinet and filled it with ice. As she poured, she looked out our back window. Suddenly, she gasped.

"Our friend's home!" she whispered. "Ooh, Ricky, I think she's about to take a shower!"

So, "our friend:" The windows in our kitchen/living room and our bathroom look out the back of our building, where there's just a tiny courtyard and then the back of the buildings on the next street over. And directly across from us lives this gorgeous redhead. I mean really, drop-dead sexy. I see her around the neighborhood a lot - like me, she's an avid runner - and we know each other enough to say "hi." But the thing is, she's not always good about remembering to close her blinds all the time. Just a few weeks ago, I had watched her get out of the shower and just stand around completely naked as she dried her hair. It had gotten me so turned on that I killed the lights and started to have myself a little wank, until Moira came home and caught me. She wasn't mad, though: she saw my hard dick and got hungry, and we immediately had sex three times in rapid succession, cumming ourselves stupid. Since then, we've joked a lot about "our friend across the way," with Moira saying we ought to invite her over for a threesome. She says she means that as a joke, but that's another thing with Moira - you can't always be sure.

Anyway, I took my drink and got up, not wanting to miss the show. Sure enough, the redhead was in her bathroom, sticking her hand into the shower to test the water temperature. She was so incredibly sexy. She was topless, wearing only a pair of tight black yoga pants. We had a clear view of her perfect, snow white tits and her long, pink nipples. She was tanned from the summer sun, except for the outline of a bikini top over her sexy round globes. Her auburn hair spilled down her back, over her freckle-kissed shoulders and halfway down to her butt. Her stomach was toned and perfectly flat, and a little green charm hung from a ring through her navel. 

"Ugh, I'm so jealous of her belly," Moira muttered. I just sipped my drink and enjoyed the view.

The yoga pants conformed tightly to the shape of her ass, perfectly contouring the curve of her tight, athletic buttocks. It was like she wasn't wearing anything at all, it left nothing to the imagination. Exhausted as I was, my dick had suddenly found its second wind, as I could feel it starting to strain against my jeans. It was helped by Moira, who had begun to stroke it through my pants, getting me even harder.

And then, apparently satisfied with the temperature of her shower, the redhead hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the yoga pants and pushed them down to the floor. If she had been wearing any panties, she must have pushed them down at the same time, because we were now looking at the pale white flesh of her bare ass. My cock sprang instantly to full attention inside my pants. Moira's deft fingers quickly undid my button and zipper, then fished my cock out through the opening of my boxer shorts.

There I stood, rock hard, with Moira's soft fingers wrapped delicately around my exposed, rigid dick. She stroked me gently as we watched the redhead's beautiful white buttocks disappear behind the shower curtain. Moira continued to stroke my shaft, squeezing ever so lightly as she did.

"God damn, you're hard," Moira whispered. "Mmm, remember how hard you fucked me that last time we saw her in the shower? Fuuuuuck, that was good."

I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth while she continued rubbing my cock. Our lips parted and our tongues slipped into each other's mouths, intertwining with each other, teasing each other. I pulled her close, pressing her big, soft breasts against my chest while she squeezed my hard dick.

We broke off our kiss, and I whispered to her, "Want to go to the bedroom?"

Moira shook her head no. "I want to stay right here," she said. "I want to wait for her to get back out of the shower, and then I want you to fuck me right here while we watch her."

I didn't think I could get any harder than I was already, but then there we were. My cock felt like it was straining against its own skin, I was so turned on. And don't think Moira didn't notice.

"Mmmm," she said, grinning devilishly. She let my dick go, reached down and pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head, dropping it on the floor. Underneath she was wearing a simple white cotton bra, which she quickly unsnapped and discarded too. 

I've been seeing Moira's naked tits for six years, and they still take my breath away each and every time. Full and round, her skin smooth caramel, topped with poky little brown nipples. I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and teasing her nipples with my thumbs. Her hand found my cock again and continued stroking it lightly. I leaned down and brought a breast to my mouth, taking a firm nipple between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Moira sighed softly as I sucked her tit. Giving my engorged dick a rest, she moved her hands to my hair, clutching at it while I moved from her left breast to her right, kissing and licking all the way.

I went back to her cleavage, burying my face between those two pillowy globes, then kissed and licked downward. I got down on my knees and kissed Moira's smooth belly, tickling her navel with my darting tongue. I continued kissing downward, pressing my face into her crotch. I could feel the heat of her sex through the sweatpants she was wearing. I kissed her through the fabric, rubbing my face in the cleft between her legs. Moira groaned with arousal. I grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants, looping my fingers through her panties as well, and pulled it all down to the floor. Her naked pussy was right in front of my face now, waxed perfectly smooth and hairless, soft lips glistening wet with her sweet dew. Ever so slowly, I drew my tongue over her moist lips, pushing them gently apart and tasting her.

"Unnnnnnnngggggghhhhhh..." Moira moaned.

I licked Moira's bald pussy up and down, savoring her juices as she got wetter and wetter. I took two fingers and gently pushed them inside her as she gasped with pleasure. In and out I slid my fingers, fucking her softly with my hand while my lips settled over her little clit and began to suck at it. Suddenly, she was tapping the top of my head. "She's getting out!" she whispered.

I stood up and looked out the window, just in time to catch my first full-frontal view of our redheaded neighbor as she stepped out of her shower and reached for a towel. Beads of water clung to her skin, her perky white tits... and red-haired pussy. She had her pubic hair trimmed short and shaved into an inch-wide landing strip, going from just above her pink, slightly-protruding cuntlips to just below her tanline. Otherwise she was shaved clean and smooth.

"Clothes off now," Moira said.

While I quickly shed my shirt, pants, and boxers, Moira grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and brought it over to the window. As I've mentioned before, she's a bit shorter than me, so we can't really have sex standing up. But if she kneels on top of a chair, everything's at just the right height. She set the chair down with its back to the window and climbed up, leaning over the back and presenting me with her glorious round ass. I stepped up behind her and guided my hard cock between her legs, rubbing the head between her slick, wet lips, coating the end of my rod with her moisture. Then I pushed it home, sliding into her tight wet cunt, feeling her expand and engulf my thick, rigid cock.

"Oooooooohhhhhh," Moira cooed as I pressed all the way in, until her ass cheeks rested against my pubic hair. I began to fuck her slowly while we watched the redhead through the window.

We watched as she rubbed her towel all over her nude body, drying herself off. She then wrapped the towel around her head, encasing her wet hair in a sort-of turban, and started to massage lotion from a pump bottle next to her sink all over her body. I slid my cock in and out of Moira's hot cunt, her ass slapping against my belly with each thrust, while the redhead rubbed lotion all over her legs, up and around her butt cheeks, her red, lippy twat. I reached under Moira's body to squeeze her big bouncing tits, fucking her harder, faster.

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah," Moira muttered, each "yeah" punctuating another plunge of my cock deep inside her.

The redhead had her back to us, just like the first time I had seen her through the window. I stared at her firm, athletic ass while continuing to pound Moira's slippery cunt. "Oooooh, oooooohhhh," she groaned. I let go of Moira's breasts and rested my hands on her hips for better leverage as I thrust into her soft wetness. Meanwhile, my gaze traveled up the redhead's body, then to the mirror to see her rub lotion all over her beautiful, pink-nippled tits. I looked at her stunning green eyes, reflected in the glass.

Our eyes locked in the reflection, and she blinked, startled. She quickly grabbed another towel off the rack and wrapped it around her body, covering herself.

"She's seen us!" I hissed.

"I don't care, don't you stop, don't you dare stop, keep fucking me oh God oh yes just fuck me baby fuck me..."

I gave Moira what she wanted, not skipping a beat. I looked away from the window, thinking that maybe we could somehow play it off like we weren't being voyeurs and just happened to be having sex by our window, I don't know, I wasn't really forming coherent thoughts at the time. I focused instead on Moira's sexy butt, how her golden skin rippled every time her cheeks slapped against my body. I gave her ass a rough squeeze as I fucked her harder and faster.

"Oooh yeah, uh huh, oh yes baby fuck me oh yes yes yes oh I'm gonna cum I'm gonna... UNNNNGH!"

Moira's cunt squeezed down on me as she came. I stopped thrusting, feeling the walls of her vagina spasming around me, honey flowing out of her. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to hold off my own orgasm. Moira liked to cum hard and often, but I knew, tired as I was, that I'd be one-and-done this go-around. I tried to clear my head of everything sexy, of any images of the redhead's nude body, paying no attention to the screaming hot half-Asian goddess impaled on my pole. I thought about how David Wright hasn't been putting up anything close to superstar numbers but that Lucas Duda had turned into a home run-hitting beast all of a sudden and the pitching was locked down and if the rest of the order would just hit a little bit more there was still enough season left for a late playoff run...

...and the danger passed. The pressure in the head of my cock eased, and I knew I was still good for another few minutes. I wrapped my arms around Moira and pulled her body up, fondling her pendulous breasts and nuzzling her neck while I resumed thrusting my cock into her dripping bald snatch.

"Ohhhh baby, yeah," Moira whispered, reaching behind us to squeeze my ass.

That's when I looked up again and realized the redhead was still there.

She had moved from her bathroom to what I guessed was her living room, assuming her apartment was laid own similarly to our own. She had some kind of a seat by the window there; it was where she had been sitting and reading the last time I'd seen her, when I had emerged from the bedroom naked and wet with sweat and cum to fetch my phone from where it had been charging. She was still wrapped in her towel, but her green eyes were locked on my and Moira's conjoined bodies.

I bucked my hips, sliding my dick almost all the way out of Moira's slick cunt, then right back in again, all the while squeezing and lifting her firm left breast, pinching her stiff nipple between my fingers. Across the way, the redhead lifted a hand to her own breast and began to squeeze it over the towel.

Moira leaned her head back and whispered into my neck, "See, she's totally into it."

"This is so hot, this is hot as fuck," I whispered back.

Moira smiled and gave my ass a tight squeeze as I plunged deep inside her. I started to go fast again. I licked and nibbled at Moira's ear, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Through the window, the redhead watched us fuck, squeezing her tits through her towel. Moira started to moan again as I fucked her harder and faster, my engorged purple cock thrusting in and out and in and out and in and out of her smooth, wet cunt. The redhead slipped her other hand underneath her towel and between her legs, her eyes focused on Moira and me.

I cupped Moira's left breast with my left hand. With my right, I reached down between her legs and touched her clit. "Oh God, oh yes, oh yes baby yes!" Moira cried as I rubbed her bud in the quick, circular motion that she loved. "Aaahhh! Aaaaahhhh!!"

Sitting in her window, the redhead was done with her towel, ripping it off her body and throwing it behind her. Once again we had a clear view of her hot, naked body. She clutched her right breast with the same hand, pinching her pink erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, while her left hand was down between her legs. She had two fingers sliding rapidly up and down between her long pussy lips. We couldn't hear each other, but her mouth hung open languidly, and her cheeks were flush with color. Her right hand jumped from the breast it had been squeezing to its sister, and she suddenly curved the fingers on her other hand and plunged them deep between her lips, inside her auburn-haired cunt.

I was moaning myself as I slammed my dick rapidly into Moira's vagina, getting closer to closer to losing control.

"Oh baby fuck me," Moira cried. "Fuck me baby, I'm gonna cum again, please don't stop yet, don't stop, don't stop, oh baby make me cuuuuumm..."

I held off as long as I could without slowing down, rubbing Moira's stiff clit while I pounded her cunt, all the while watching as the sexy redhead who lived across the way fingered herself rapidly while watching us fuck. Moira's cries got higher and higher, and her pussy squeezed tighter, and my whole being was in sensory overload and my dick felt like it was going to explode.

"Oh baby, oh babyyy..." Moira whimpered. "Oh yes oh oh OH OH OH..."

"OH FUCK YES!" I bellowed, reaching my pinnacle and vaulting through it. My cock started spraying uncontrollably, filling Moira's cunt with cum and pushing her over the edge and into the throes of her second orgasm.

"AAAAHHH!! AAAAHHHH!! AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as she came, while my hard dick shot load after load of wet sperm deep inside her. The whole world turned to white light and my ears rang with a chorus of angels. Sweat poured down my face, my back, my ass. It mixed with the spunk and vaginal fluid dripping out of Moira's tender cunt, over my balls and down our legs. My knees buckled and I slipped out of her, soaking wet, my cock shiny with fluid and deflating rapidly. Moira got down off the chair and stumbled, not quite able to stand. I caught her and held her close, and we kissed again and again and again as we caught our breath.

Moira looked out, at the naked redhead sitting by her window. Her cheeks were as red as her hair, and her skin was covered in its own sheen of sweat. Moira waved at her. She waved back, smiling. Then Moira reached over and drew the windowshade.

"That was fun," she said.

***

The next day was the first day off I'd had in a while, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

I slept in as long as I could, until Moira woke me up at around eleven o'clock by crawling under the sheets and taking my dick in her mouth. She cupped my balls and massaged them gently as her wet lips and tongue expertly worked my shaft until my dick was long and stiff. She lay on top of me, naked, giving me a clear view of her bald cunt and asshole. While she sucked my cock, I rubbed her wet slit with my thumb. She moaned in enjoyment as I pressed my thumb into her vagina, her moans adding extra vibration - and pleasure - on my hard cock.

I dipped my fingers into her cunt, stroking her, coating my fingers in her moisture. Then I moved my hand, so that I was still sliding my middle and ring fingers into her wet pussy while my pointer began to press against her tight, puckered asshole. Moira groaned deeply. She stopped sucking my dick just long enough to lick her fingers, then wrapped her lips around me again while she returned the favor and pushed the the tip of her finger against my ass.

Now I know, lots of guys out there are hesitant about being on the receiving end of anything anal, but I assure you it feels INCREDIBLE. And no, it doesn't make you gay, don't be stupid.

I rubbed Moira's butthole while she rubbed mine, all while she sucked my cock and I fingered her pussy. Everything I did to her, she did to me. I pressed my finger into her hot, tight hole, and she pressed hers into mine. I let out a low moan, and she moaned back. The pleasure was intense. I pulled my finger out of her butt, but she pressed hers even deeper into mine, up to her second knuckle. I massaged her clit with my thumb, as she rocked her hips on my chest. Her dark-haired head bobbed up and down, up and down as she ran her wet lips over my stiff cock, all while rapidly finger-fucking my tight asshole. She hummed as she sucked, both from her own pleasure and to deliberately add to mine. I was soon feeling that wonderful pressure growing in the head of my cock, and then my leg started to twitch uncontrollably. Moira took that as her cue to suck me and fuck me harder.




Hey Neighbor Ch. 02



"Oh God baby Moira..." I groaned, and then I came, my asshole clamping down on Moira's fingers as my dick shot torrents of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed it all, not spilling a drop, while I lay there on my back, panting. She pulled her finger out of my ass and clambered up to the pillow, crouching over my mouth. I grabbed her and buried my face in her wet pussy, eating her until she came too, calling out my name and shaking as she pulled my hair and ground her cunt into my face.

"Good morning!" she said, after she'd caught her breath.

***

We washed up and had a late breakfast, then took care of a couple of errands and random household stuff. Later that day, I went out for a long run, wearing a loose, technical tank top and short running shorts. Sometimes Moira likes to run with me on weekends, but not always, and this time I was planning on going for a bit longer than she prefers to do so I was on my own.

I had gone for maybe two miles when I heard a voice calling from behind me, "Hey! Hey, hold up!"

I turned, and there was our neighbor, running to catch up with me. Today she was wearing tiny white running shorts that showed off her long, toned legs, and a loose black tank top over her pink sports bra. Her copper hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She smiled as she reached me, green eyes shining. 

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Not at all!" I said, and we took off.

"It's probably time we actually introduced ourselves," she said, laughing. "It would be great to know your name, at least, so I can stop thinking of you as 'hot running guy.'"

I laughed too, but really all I was thinking of was the sight of her naked in the window, fingering her pussy while Moira and I fucked.

"I'm Rick," I said, holding out my hand.

"Marianne," she replied, taking it. It was the first time we had ever touched, and it sent electricity all up my arm. 

Over the next couple of miles, Marianne and I chatted and got to know each other. She was in her late 20's, and had been living in New York for several years, and had just moved into my neighborhood after finally being able to afford a place of her own, without the hassle of roommates. She was an artist and graphic designer, and so worked from home a lot, which was how I was able to find her going for a run in the middle of the day. Like me, she was an addicted runner, running at least one marathon a year and sometimes two. We compared notes on the different races we'd run, the experiences we'd had.

The one thing we didn't talk about was the other night, and watching each other through our windows. I wasn't really sure how to best bring it up, so I was letting her do it. By then we'd completed a full three-and-a-third-mile loop of Prospect Park, and I didn't know if she ever would. Finally, as we stopped at a water fountain, she said, "So, you're married?"

It wasn't really a question, as I was wearing my ring. And also as she'd watched us having sex, while pleasuring herself. "Sure am," I said, and I told her about Moira, how long we'd been together, how we met, all that.

"She's really beautiful," Marianne said. It was the closest we'd come so far to acknowledging watching each other.

"So are you," I said. "So how about yourself, is there anyone special in your life?"

Marianne shrugged. "Eh, sometimes. Not really. No one 'special,' I guess, but I have my fun."

"Well, that's all you need," I said. "You're young, fuck it."

"Ha! Exactly," she said. "Speaking of fun..."

Marianne came up close to me, close enough to kiss. I could smell her perfume, light and floral, mixed with the primal animal smell of sweat and exercise. Her breath was gentle and fresh. Her hand slid up my shirt, fingertips tracing along my abs and up between my pecs, stroking my chest hair.

"Nine o'clock tonight," she whispered, "why don't you and Moira pour yourselves a little drink and take a peek out your back window. Does that sound like fun?"

"Yes," I whispered back, "that sounds like a lot of fun."

She pulled her face closer to mine, so close that our lips actually brushed when she spoke. "Good," she murmured. "You caught me by surprise last time. Now I'm going to be ready for you."

Her fingers trailed down my chest, out from under my shirt and down to my crotch. Turning her hand, she gave my rapidly-stiffening cock a squeeze through my shorts. "Nine o'clock. Be there."

She let go of my dick and ran off. I just stood there for a moment, brain-dead, with a massive erection pushing against my running shorts. Remembering I was out in public, in broad daylight, in a park filled with children and old grandmothers who could come around the corner any minute, I sat down on a nearby bench and tried to think about anything else to make my cock come back down. It wasn't easy. For a minute I thought about hiding in the bushes and just taking care of the problem, but as it turned out, imagining getting arrested for jacking off behind a park bench was exactly what I needed for my cock to revert to normal, and I headed home.

When I got there, Moira was sprawled out on the couch, reading the latest Economist.

"Heya," she said. "How was your run?"

"Oh, uh, it was, um, fine, uh..."

"Our friend got home a little while ago. She saw me and she waved hi, but I think she might be a little wigged out, because this time she definitely made sure to close all her blinds before she got in the shower."

"Really?" I looked out the back. Sure enough, all of Marianne's windows were drawn shut. "Well, um, that's funny you should mention that, because..."

And I told her all about my conversation with Marianne, every last detail. Well okay, not every last detail, I left out that she had squeezed my junk, but I sure as shit told her about being at the window at nine o'clock. Moira's mouth hung agape.

"We're supposed to have dinner with Alison and Rob tonight," she said.

FUCK! I thought. "Well, that presents a problem," I said.

"You're sick."

"Huh?"

"You're sick," Moira said again. "You're physically ill. You got food poisoning or a stomach bug or something. That's why we have to cancel with Alison and Rob, and it's awful, we feel so terrible about it, but it's really for the best that we stay in tonight."

I love my wife. "I am vomiting uncontrollably as we speak."

"Poor baby. Get some rest, I'll call them."

I tell you, the rest of the day was a blur. I think we spent most of it just staring at the clock, willing it to go faster. We got so turned on with anticipation that we couldn't wait, and had to have a quick, passionate fuck. We tore each other's clothes off and dove into bed, becoming a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and groping and writhing until I shot my load deep into Moira's wet cunt. That passed some time, but not enough. We took a shower. I even shaved, which I never do on weekends! It was like preparing for a date. And the whole time, Marianne's windowshades remained drawn, blocking any view inside her apartment.

Finally, after a lifetime had passed, the hour approached. We made ourselves some cocktails - a vodka and cranberry juice for Moira, a simple bourbon on the rocks for myself - and took our positions by the window.

"What do you suppose she's going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Moira, "but I'm wet already just thinking about it."

We clinked glasses, drank, and waited. At nine o'clock on the dot, we saw Marianne's blinds part ever so slightly, and her green eyes peeked through. I waved hello, and her eyes disappeared from view. And then it began.

The blinds went up slowly, Marianne coming into view inch by inch. My breath caught in my throat. Every time we had seen her before, it had been casual - either working out, or in the shower, or just hanging around her apartment. We'd never seen her all made up. She was STUNNING. She had on red lipstick, the color of her hair. Her beautiful cheeks were subtly rouged, her eyes enveloped in smoky shadow. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in waves. She wore a very low-cut red satin dress, highlighting her gorgeous cleavage. Having already seen her breasts naked, we knew she had to be wearing a push-up bra, but baby, it was working. The dress went down to her mid-thigh, and her sexy legs were clad in silvery, sheer pantyhose. On top of all that, she was also wearing full-length violet gloves that went all the way past her elbow, almost up to her armpit.

"Holy shit," said Moira, "she's Jessica fucking Rabbit. I'm feeling underdressed now."

We had cleaned up, but hadn't dressed up at all. I was wearing a clean white tee-shirt and khaki shorts; Moira a pink tank top and white short shorts. It didn't bother me any - I was far too distracted by Marianne's beauty to care a whit about what we had on.

Marianne danced, rocking her hips sexily to music only she could hear. She ran her hands all over her body, over her breasts, her hips. She favored us with a wink and a smile, then started to peel the gloves off her hands, slowly. She started with the right, and when it was off she draped it down over her cleavage before tossing it aside. Then she peeled off the left glove, and stretched it between her legs, pulling the hem of her dress up higher and higher, almost to her crotch before she let the glove drop, putting her hand to her mouth in mock embarrassment. 

"This is what I prayed for with every window in every apartment I've ever lived in," I murmured to Moira.

"You and me both, lover," she said back.

Marianne danced for us, lust personified. She disappeared off to one side of the window, but for one toned, stockinged leg that she kicked up high then bent, before spinning to the other side of the window to do the same with her other leg. Centering herself in our field of view again, she rocked her hips and turned around, facing her back to us. She took the hem of her dress and started to lift it up, inch by excruciating inch, all while seductively swaying her ass back and forth. Up and up the bottom of her dress went, past the tops of her pantyhose, revealing lacy frills and the garters holding them up, then up farther still. The bottom of her ass cheeks just barely came into view before she quickly yanked the dress down again, covering everything, looking over her shoulder and laughing at us. Keeping her back to us, she reached her hands up to the zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled the zipper down. Her bra was black, we could see as the zipper passed it by and kept going down, bringing more and more of her beautiful skin into view. She turned around again, facing us, dancing as the opened dress slid down her body and to the floor. Her lingerie was all black, lacy, and sheer. Her pantyhose were attached to a silky garter belt, just above tiny g-string panties that barely even covered her pubic hair, shaved into a landing strip as it was. She ran her hands all over her body again, giving her breasts a squeeze, spinning in tight circles to give us a fleeting glimpse of her sexy ass.

And then she stopped, smiling, and held her hand out to us, gesturing that it was our turn. I looked to Moira. "Here, set this down," she said, handing me what was left of her drink. I put both of our glasses down on the kitchen counter to my right, and Moira sidled up in front of me, dancing, rubbing her ass against my crotch.

"Dance," she said, and I danced, grinding up against her, running my hands down her sides and over her hips, then back up again, gently caressing her breasts. Moira reached down and pulled her tank top up and over her head, then casting it aside. She had a white lace bra on underneath. She took my hands and brought them back up to her full, perfect tits, rubbing my hands over them while her ass teased my dick to another full erection. Moira then turned around, humming a little tune, and grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. Being taller, I had to finish the job for her, pulling the shirt over my head and spinning it around a bit before throwing it away. Moira rubbed her tits on my bare chest, then turned around again to face Marianne. She pulled one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other. Then she reached behind her and undid the clasp. She turned around again, showing her back to Marianne and pressing her breasts against me, then slipped the bra the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples, pressed against my skin, were rock hard. Moira slid down my body, rubbing her tits over my stiff dick, then undid my zipper and pulled off my shorts, leaving me in tented boxer briefs. Moira turned around again, covering her breasts with her hands. She arched an eyebrow, waiting for Marianne to make the next move.

Marianne did not disappoint. She undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it off, letting us see her pink nipples for the briefest flash of a second before she covered them with her hands as well. Then she moved one hand, showing us a hard nipple while she danced. Moira mirrored her, lifting her hand and showing Marianne her nipple as well. They repeated with the other nipple, and then both hands went up and their tits were on full display. Marianne shimmied, shaking her tits about, and Moira did the same. Then Marianne began to unfasten her garters, one by one, and pull her stockings off. At the same time, Moira undid her shorts and slowly slid them off her hips. Moira was wearing a thong, too, a little purple Victoria's Secret number. She rubbed her ass over my crotch, caressing my stiff dick with her buttocks.

"Turn," Moira said to me, "so we're showing her our profile."

I did as asked, and Moira rewarded me by dropping to her knees and pulling my boxer briefs down to my ankles. My rampant cock stood out, long and hard and engorged with blood. Moira engulfed it in her large, soft breasts, giving me a tit-job while across the way, Marianne hooked her thumbs into her lacy black panties and pulled them down, bringing her beautiful red-haired pussy into view. Moira took my cock into her mouth and sucked it while squeezing her breasts, pinching her hard brown nipples. Then she stood up and sexily slid her panties off, showing her smooth cunt.

Marianne vanished from view for a second, then came back with a purple, rabbit-style vibrator in her hand. She sucked it like a cock, getting it wet, staring at us. I knew exactly what to do, and stepped over into the kitchen to grab a chair for Moira. We set the chair down by the window, positioning it so that Marianne would still have a profile view and be able to see everything. Moira climbed up onto the chair, presenting her ass and cunt to me. I bent down and buried my face in Moira's twat.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as I ravenously gorged on her wet pussy, my nose engulfed between the cheeks of her ass as my tongue probed up the moist depths of her delicious cunt. "Oooooohhhh," she moaned again, bringing her hand between her legs to rub her clit while I ate her.

I looked out the window. Marianne had pulled up a chair as well, and was sitting on it with her long legs spread, her feet on the windowsill. With two fingers she spread her pink, glistening cuntlips apart, and was rubbing the purple head of the dildo up and down her moist slit. Meanwhile, Moira was bucking her hips, mashing her pussy into my face while her fingers became a blur over her clit. Her moans turned higher and louder, and I knew she was getting ready to cum. 

"Aaaah, aaaaahhhhhh, AAAAAHHH..." she cried. I kept eating her until the last possible moment, and then just as she was about to go over the edge, I stood up and plunged my cock inside her.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!" Moira screamed as she came. I held on to her ass, pumping my dick inside her spasming cunt, riding her as she rode wave after wave of ecstasy.

Across the way, Marianne plunged the purple dildo into her cunt. She slid it in and out of her soaked pussy, the vibrating nubbin teasing her clit with each stroke. With her other hand she was squeezing her breasts, pinching and pulling on her erect nipples.

I matched my pace to hers, sliding my hard cock in and out of Moira's slick vagina at the same time that Marianne slid the dildo into hers. Moira started to moan again, her pendulous tits swaying beneath us, her blue eyes locked on Marianne's red twat.

"Unnngh, unnngh," she groaned as we fucked. Marianne's mouth was wide open, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath, red lips curled into a perfect O. I could feel my own pleasure building, a marvelous pressure growing in the head of my dick, in my balls, throughout my whole body from my clenched asshole up to my pumping heart and down my legs to my toes curling on the floor. I pounded Moira's cunt harder, while Marianne fucked herself with the vibrator harder and faster as well.

Marianne's left leg started to shake noticeably, while Moira's moans turned to one long "ooooOOOOooooOOOOOOoooo..." I slowed down, switching to long, deep, deliberate strokes. I pulled my cock almost completely out of Moira's cunt, so that just the very end remained between her lips, then pushed all the way in down to the base, then slowly pulled out again and repeated the process over and over, all while rapidly rubbing at Moira's clit.

"Oh God baby I'm gonna cum again I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cummmmm..." she gasped.

I think all three of us came at the exact same time. Moira screamed while the wet inner walls of her pussy squeezed down hard on my dick, practically crushing it, the juice spilling out of her cunt. Marianne lifted her hips off her chair, her face flushed, the purple dildo buried all the way inside her twat while clear honey spurted out of her and her muscular legs shook like she was having a seizure. And I bellowed like a wild animal, pulling out and plunging my dick between Moira's ass cheeks, spraying cum all over the golden skin of her back. It was like a dam had burst, just a flood of white spunk squirting and squirting from my dick, some of it shooting far enough to get in her silky black hair, puddling in the small of her back and trickling down her sides or into the canyon of her butt crack.

And then it was done. I stepped back, breathing heavy, body covered in sweat, my glistening wet dick slowly deflating and going into hibernation mode. I stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for Moira, cleaning all the semen off her back while she crossed her arms on the back of the chair and rested her head on them while she caught her breath. And through the window, Marianne had put her legs down and lay sprawled in her chair, eyes half-lidded, nibbling on a fingertip while her other hand languidly stroked the matted landing strip of her pubic hair.

I pulled up another chair, then grabbed Moira and my drinks from the kitchen counter and handed hers back to her. The ice had long since melted away. Marianne opened her eyes and blew a kiss to us. Moira and I both blew one back. Then Moira held up a finger in the universal gesture of "wait a second." She got up, put her drink down, and ran into our bedroom. She grabbed a sheet of paper out of our printer and a Sharpie marker, and scrawled in really big letters, "NIGHTCAP?" and the name of the bar just down the street. Marianne smiled and nodded yes, then held up five fingers. After a second of thought, she held up her other hand as well - ten minutes. She pointed toward her bathroom, then got up and stumbled into the shower. We did the same.

We stayed out for two hours, drinking and talking and learning about each other. Around midnight, we headed home. Moira asked if Marianne would like to come up and see our place. Marianne smiled devilishly and said not tonight, she had an early day tomorrow and needed to just get to sleep.

"Another time, definitely," she said, and bent over to kiss Moira on the mouth. Their lips parted, and their tongues met for just a second before they broke the kiss off, giggling like kids. Then she kissed me, her lips soft and sweet, her breasts pressing against my chest.




Hey Neighbor Ch. 02



"Goodnight, neighbors!" Marianne said, and she turned the corner onto her street. Moira and I went home, clasping each other's hand, and as soon as we got back inside we tore our clothes off and made love one more time before drifting off to sleep.

***

After that, it was back to work for me, another six straight days of long hours. I'd get my runs in at the crack of dawn or not at all, and whenever I saw Marianne through the window it was doing normal, humdrum things. Moira and I got each other off almost every day, just as long as we were both awake at the same time. 

One night, I came home and Moira was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I found a note. It read: "Hey baby! I hope you're not too tired from work. If you are tired, I got some energy drinks in the fridge. Drink one! Then text me that you're ready and go look out the window. I've got a surprise for you!"

Suddenly, I wasn't tired at all.



Hey Neighbor Ch. 03



I'm telling you, the best thing that ever happened to me was meeting my wife, Moira. A mutual friend had introduced us at a party, years ago. She's fun, sassy, hilarious -- and sexy as hell. When I first met her, it was her eyes that first caught my attention. She was Asian, ethnically, but she had these gorgeous bright blue eyes, not to mention her super-cute freckled cheeks. I learned that apparently her father's side of the family was all Irish, and her mother's side was Japanese. She was a bit shorter than me, with an incredible, curvaceous body -- big, C-cup breasts, full hips, and a perfect round ass. She had on a red scoop-neck shirt that showed off her deep cleavage, and body-hugging black denim pants.

I don't know if it was really love at first sight, but there was absolutely a quick connection. For the rest of the party, there was no pulling us apart. We had very similar senses of humor, and throughout the night we continually cracked each other up. We were into the same music, we like the same authors. Moira thought it was fascinating that I worked in the movies (though I was a lowly production assistant at the time), and I regaled her with stories about the various celebrities I had fetched coffee for. Through it all, there was an undeniable physical attraction, which only seemed to get stronger as the night progressed. The smell of her perfume, the way her eyes locked onto mine, everything about her just drove me nuts. I refilled her drink at one point in the night, and when I handed the cup to her our fingers touched and the entire world just came to a screeching halt. Our hearts stopped, the world disappeared, nothing existed except for the two of us and the point at which we were touching.

We behaved ourselves in public, for the most part, but then she said she needed to go, and I offered to be a gentleman and walk her to the subway station. We made it downstairs and around the corner before we fell into each other, kissing ferociously, tongues all twisted as we pressed our bodies together, groping and squeezing. People passing in the street stared and made fun and told us to get a room, until finally Moira broke off and the kiss and said, "Okay."

She asked where I lived, and I told her, and she said that her place was closer so we were going there. She dragged me into the subway, where we made out while waiting for the train. Then we made out on the train. Then she dragged me by the hand, up the stairs and down six blocks and then up four more flights of stairs in her building. I kissed her neck while she fumbled with the lock, and then the door opened and we stumbled into the apartment.

I heard a shocked gasp and looked up. There was a couple on the couch. The girl was a reed-thin blonde with dark black roots in her shoulder-length hair. She had on tight blue jeans and a white blouse that had been unbuttoned completely, which she had quickly grabbed and held closed over her small, perky breasts as soon as we'd come in. The guy's shirt was also unbuttoned, but he didn't seem as embarrassed by it. Either way, Moira was pulling my hand, towing me quickly across the apartment, telling her roommate, "Don't mind us, you just keep doing what you're doing!"

Moira dragged me into her bedroom and shut the door. She turned on some music, cranked the volume, and then we were making out again, kicking our shoes off as we fell onto her bed. I pulled her shirt up and over her head, drinking in the sight of her magnificent tits in her lacy black bra. I squeezed them as we kissed, while her hands went up my shirt, feeling up my sides, my abs, my chest. I kissed her neck, then down lower, burying my face between her soft, golden breasts. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra one-handed, and then I had a nipple in my mouth, squeezing it between my teeth and teasing it with my tongue while Moira gasped and moaned. She pulled my shirt off and we went back to kissing, our bare chests pressed against each other, her stiff brown nipples burrowing in my chest hair.

I undid the fly of her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties. Her pussy was entirely smooth and hairless, and very, very wet. I rubbed her dewy lips with my fingertips, then probed inside her.

"Ooooooohhh," she cooed.

I kissed between her breasts, then down her belly. I kissed her hot cunt over her soaked panties, then I pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees, exposing her moist, waxed twat. I dove in for my first taste, fucking her with my tongue and with my fingers. I coiled my fingers to rub her G-spot while sucking on her clit, and she squeezed my head between her legs and cried out, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh! Oh! OHHHHH!!!" The juice started to pour out of her, and I lapped it all up.

"Please tell me you have condoms," I said as I got up, pulling off my pants. My cock stood up tall and rigid, long and engorged and ready to fuck.

"You better believe it," Moira said, reaching into her nightstand drawer and tossing a condom my way. I tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down my stiff cock as she pulled her pants the rest of the way off.

I climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her. We kissed hungrily, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, as I eased my cock between her wet pussylips and pushed it into her hot, tight cunt.

"Oooh yes," she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

We kept making out as I rocked my cock in and out of her slick vagina. She gasped and moaned, digging her fingernails into my back. I squeezed her glorious tits, and curled my neck to suck on her nipple as I kept thrusting deep inside her. And then she started digging her nails into me really hard, and her voice got suddenly high.

"Oh fuck no you are not making me cum again that quickly oh my God oh SHIT!" and then she was biting into my shoulder, using my flesh to muffle her scream. I could feel her inner walls clamp down on my dick as new hot moisture engulfed and washed over me. Moira cumming hard like that would eventually become my favorite feeling in the world, but that was the first time I had ever felt it. I barely held on to my own orgasm, it was so sexy.

Finally, her orgasm passed, and Moira's jaws released my shoulder. I gave her nipples one last lick, then pulled myself upright so that I was on my knees, our bodies perpendicular to each other with Moira's legs draped over my thighs. I held her firm butt for added support as I continued stroking my cock in and out of her dripping cunt. In our new position, the head of my cock was rubbing into her G-spot with every thrust, causing her to gasp for breath each time. Her eyes rolled back and she started to moan again.

"Ooooh, oh baby, oh my God, oh man..."

I picked up speed, slamming into her harder and faster. Her beautiful tits bounced with each stroke, as our sweat-slick bodies clapped together and I could feel my own orgasm building, release getting closer and closer.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Moira cried, "oh yes fuck me yes yes oh fuck oh oh fuck yes fuck FUUUUUUUCK..."

"GYUGH!" I grunted as my orgasm hit, my mind going completely blank and my cock erupting a torrent of jism into the condom. I flopped back down on top of Moira, scooping her body into my arms and kissing her over and over again as we came together. Again, not saying it was love at first sight, but it might have been sometime around then.

I slept over, and woke the next morning with Moira nestled up against my chest. I stroked her silky black hair, until at last she opened those radiant blue eyes. When she saw me, she smiled. 

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," I said back.

She ran her hand up and down my body, through my chest hair, down my belly. She ran her fingers through my pubes and then curled them around my dick, which immediately started coming to life and stiffening in her hand.

"Want some breakfast?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "What did you have in mind?"

"This," she said, and she turned around and kicked a leg over my head so that her smooth, caramel-colored pussy hovered just over my face. "Eat up, loverboy."

I grabbed onto her ass and pulled that sweet cunt down to my mouth, and eat up I did. With our difference in height, we couldn't really properly 69, but she stroked my cock expertly and when I was fully hard she could suck and lick the head of my dick while she jerked me off. Soon enough, she was crying out her orgasm, grinding her wet cunt into my face while my cock did its impression of Old Faithful, spraying ropes of cum into the air that eventually splashed down on the bedding and my belly and dribbling over Moira's fingers. She licked the cum off her fingers as she caught her breath.

"Okay," she said, "now how about brunch?"

Going home that afternoon, I was on cloud nine. Completely smitten. But determined not to screw it up, I played it cool and didn't call her that night. I didn't call her the next day either, even though she was the only thing I was thinking about. But then around six my phone rang, and it was her calling me.

"Hey," she said, after we'd exchanged the usual ceremonial pleasantries. "I don't want to seem like I'm coming on strong, but I had a lot of fun with you the other night, and if you want to it would be really cool to see you again."

"I would like that," I said. "I'd like that a lot! So, yeah, um, what are you thinking? Want to do dinner and drinks, maybe Thursday night?"

"That would be great!" she said. "Or also, and I don't know, maybe you already have plans, but if you're not doing anything tonight and if you wanted to maybe you could come over and we'd watch a movie or something?"

I brought wine, she made popcorn, and we watched maybe half the movie before we had to drag each other into her bedroom to fuck each other's brains out again. By the time the week was out, we were "officially dating." Within a year, we were living together, and a year after that we were mailing out wedding invitations. And since then, it's been four years of burning hot, sexy wedded bliss.

***

Now let me tell you about Marianne.

Marianne is our new neighbor, living in the apartment directly across from ours in Brooklyn. She's a slender, athletic redhead with long legs; pert B-cup breasts; a tight little ass; and a perfectly toned, flat belly with a sparkly green navel piercing. I saw her running around our neighborhood, and was attracted to her from day one. Not that I planned on ever doing anything about it; I've been a one-woman guy ever since Moira came around, and I assure you, she is PLENTY. But still, everyone's allowed to fantasize. And there have been a few occasions over the years when Moira and I have shared our bed with a third party... definitely very rare, special occasions, but it's happened.

Anyway, that was even before I had realized where Marianne lived, that we had an unobstructed view directly into her place, and that she was an exhibitionist who liked to keep her windowshades open. Moira and I would both see her naked in the shower, and the view turned the both of us on immensely. One time fairly recently, when we were both home, Moira called me over to the window because she wanted to have sex while we peeped Marianne. We did, and I thought that was as hot as anything could be... until Marianne caught us. Only instead of getting upset or closing her windows or anything, she just kept watching. And then she started masturbating while watching us, and THAT was the hottest thing ever. Again, that is, until Marianne caught up with me on a run the day after -- which, by the way, was the first time we'd ever really spoken -- and said she wanted to do it again. This time, she dressed up for the occasion, and gave us a striptease show first, before getting herself off with a vibrator while Moira and I fucked in the window.

After that, naturally, we became good friends! But then I had to go back to work. Like I've said, I work in production, which means either 14-plus-hour shooting days where I come home only to sleep and disappear from the face of the Earth and never see my friends or family, or weeks at a time of "funemployment." Luckily, Moira works in a more stable, normal field -- I've known couples where they both work freelance in "the industry," and there's not a one of them who stay together for long. 

"When's your next 'normal' day?" Moira asked me one night, while we were lazing on the couch, watching an SNL repeat from ten years ago.

"Day after tomorrow, if they don't change the schedule," I said. "I should be home by eight then. Why, you trying to make plans with your secret lover?"

"Lover, yes, secret, no," she said. "It's you, dumbass. I want to do something fun."

I caught a little twinkle in her eye: mischief was afoot.

"What kind of fun?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I dunno. Fun. I don't actually have anything specific in mind."

That was a lie, and I knew it. "Okay," I said. "Whatever you want to do, day after tomorrow I should be home at a reasonable hour, and we'll have some fun."

"Okay," she said, smiling. She was so up to something, but I knew there'd be no getting it out of her. All I could do was brace myself for some kind of surprise in two days' time.

***

That was when I came home to find no wife, just a note. It read: "Hey baby! I hope you're not too tired from work. If you are tired, I got some energy drinks in the fridge. Drink one! Then text me that you're ready and go look out the window. I've got a surprise for you!"

I went to the window. Marianne's shades were all tightly drawn again. If Moira was suggesting that she was over there...

I made myself a Red-Bull-and-vodka and texted her: "I'm home. R U at Marianne's?"

A second later, my phone rang. "Hi, Rick!" Moira said.

"Hi, Rick!" Marianne echoed in the background.

"Oh, so you ARE there," I said.

Across the way, the windowshade opened. My wife and my neighbor were both standing there, wearing bathrobes. Moira's was white, Marianne's a royal purple. They both had glasses of white wine in their hands, and from the way they were both giggling, those weren't their first. Both women looked radiant, their long hair -- Moira's straight black silk, Marianne's auburn waves -- loose and spilling down over their shoulders.

"Hello, ladies," I said, and they both laughed.

"I've borrowed your wife, I hope you don't mind," Marianne said, and then she thrust her free hand into the front of Moira's robe, squeezing a plump breast.

"Ooh!" Moira said with surprise, and Marianne pulled back her hand, laughing. Down below my belt, something was quickly coming to life. I took a deep swallow of my drink.

"That's okay," I said. "That's perfectly fine."

"I wanted to put on a show for you," Moira said into her phone. "Something you'd never forget. And I thought I'd enlist Marianne's help because, as you and I both know... intimately... she is an excellent performer."

"Uh huh," I said.

"I want to see him naked!" Marianne blurted out, and both girls started to laugh again.

"Better do as she says," said Moira. "Clothes off, cowboy. This is a participatory experience."

"All my clothes?" I asked.

"Fuck. Yes. All your clothes," Moira said. "Right now."

I was wearing a tee-shirt, jeans, and old sneakers. I set my drink and phone down on the counter, switched the phone to speaker, and pulled the shirt up over my head.

"Woo!" cheered Marianne.

"Mm-hmm," Moira agreed, and the two women clinked glasses.

I flexed for them a little. Hey, I work out a lot -- my body's all right. I mean, I'm not even qualifying for any bodybuilding competitions, nothing like that, but beach season doesn't worry me. Anyway, I gave them a little gun show, and Marianne and Moira both cheered. I ran my hands down my abs, letting my fingers rest on the button of my fly, and then I stopped.

"Do it!" Moira said.

"You want me to?" I asked, slowly pulling my zipper down half an inch.

"Yes! Take it off!" they both cried.

"Okay," I said, and I let go of my fly, brought my foot up to the windowsill, and started untying my shoelace.

"Ugh!" Marianne shouted, flustered. Moira just laughed. I untied my sneaker and spun the laces around like little tassles, getting both women laughing. I popped my shoe and sock off, then just slipped out of the other one -- the joke had been made, I wasn't about to beat it into the ground. Shoes off, I brought my hands back to the fly of my jeans.

"Okay, you ready?" I asked.

"Get those pants off," Moira commanded.

"Wait wait wait," said Marianne, and she ran away, coming back with the open wine bottle. "Okay, continue," she said as she refilled Moira's and her glasses.

I slowly undid my fly and pulled down my pants. The women clucked their approval as I stood there in my boxer briefs, half-erect penis defined clearly against the fabric. I gave them a little turn, letting them have the full 360.

"You know," I said, "I thought you said you wanted to put on a show for me. So far it's been the other way around."

"You'll get your show when you're naked," said Moira, sipping her wine.

"Very well." I turned around again, showing them my butt, then pulled my underwear down to the floor. Through the phone I could hear the women cheer and holler. I stood up, holding the underwear in my hand, and looked over my shoulder at them, giving them a little wink. I gave my cock a couple of strokes, just to get a little bit harder, then draped my shorts over my cock like a towel on a peg. I turned around, hands on my hips, and waved my flag at them. They loved it. Finally I plucked the shorts off my dick and threw them to the floor, giving Moira and Marianne the full Monty.

"Your turn," I said.

"Uh huh," said Moira, and she pulled the blinds shut. "Don't move a muscle." I just stood there, buck naked in my window, sipping on a Red Bull and vodka. Over the phone, I could hear things shuffling about, wine glasses being set down, a louder CHUNK as Moira put her phone down somewhere. And then, music, a slow, sexy jam. Marianne's blinds opened again.

They had taken off their robes, and were now in sexy lingerie. Moira wore a tiny, TINY G-string that barely covered her labia, along with a white bra so sheer as to be functionally see-through, her dark, hard nipples as clear as day. Marianne had on a lacy black bustier and a black thong, with fishnet stockings.

Marianne scooped Moira up in her arms and started to kiss her, tentatively at first, then deeply. Over the phone I could hear the wet sounds of their lips coming together, the soft sighs both women were making. Moira's hand played over Marianne's ass, stroking and then squeezing a supple cheek. Marianne reached up to gently fondle Moira's breast as they kissed, bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Marianne slipped her hand into Moira's bra and pulled the cup aside, freeing a soft, golden tit. She lifted it with one hand and lowered her mouth to Moira's nipple, teasing it with her tongue before gently sucking at it. Moira gasped softly, running her fingers through Marianne's lush red hair. Marianne sucked Moira's nipple for a long time before moving on to the other, pulling Moira's bra off completely as she did. My dick was hard as steel, watching Marianne suck on my wife's beautiful, full tits from across the way.

Moira pushed Marianne up and away from her breasts. Her nipples shone in the light, wet with Marianne's saliva. The two women went back to kissing while Moira found the snaps along the side of Marianne's bustier and pulled them apart, one by one. The bustier split and fell to the floor, freeing Marianne's perfect little pink-nippled tits. Moira hungrily squeezed and licked at them, paying Marianne back double for everything she'd done to her. Marianne moaned sofly as Moira sucked her nipples, and Marianne's hands came up to keep fondling Moira's breasts.




Hey Neighbor Ch. 03



While she sucked Marianne's nipples, Moira's hand traced a path down her firm, athletic side, down to Marianne's black thong panties. Moira pulled the elastic up, pulling the panties tight against Marianne's cunt.

"Mmmmmm," Marianne moaned.

Still sucking on her nipples, Moira rubbed Marianne's pussy through the panties as the tall redhead groaned in ecstasy. She then slipped her fingers inside Marianne's panties, hiding them from view. Marianne cried out, "Ah!" And I knew Moira's fingers were now inside Marianne, exploring the wet folds of her cunt. I couldn't stop myself from stroking my cock even if I had wanted to.

Moira pulled her fingers out of Marianne's panties and brought them to her own mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she sucked Marianne's juices off one finger, then the other, all while pointing those incredible blue eyes right at Marianne's face. I know intimately the kind of power that stare has, and it looked like it worked just as well on Marianne. 

She dropped to her knees, pulling Moira's white panties down with her. Grabbing Moira's naked ass, she buried her face into her smooth, wet snatch.

"OoooOOOOOOooooh," Moira cooed as Marianne attacked her cunt with her tongue.

Moira looked at me through the window, stroking my cock while I watched Marianne lick her pussy, and smiled. "Enjoying the show, baby?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

Marianne started sucking on Moira's clit, driving her wild. "Unh!" she cried out. "Ohhh OOOHHHH yeah ohh yeah..."

Marianne stood up and briefly stepped away, returning with her purple Rabbit vibrator. She bent Moira over by the window, and started teasing her pussy with the tip of the vibe. "Ohhh yeah," Moira moaned, and then Marianne turned the vibrator on. "OHHH!"

Marianne ran the vibrator up and down Moira's slit, coating it with her clear honey while driving her absolutely crazy. "Oh baby, oh baby yes, unnnhhhh..." Moira whispered. Marianne then pushed the vibrator between Moira's dripping lips, all the way into her hungry cunt. "Aaaaahhhh!" she cried as Marianne slowly began to fuck her with the purple dildo. 

"Oh God, oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck fuck fuck yes oh God oh no fuck UUUHHHH!! OOH yes FUUUCK!!!"

Moira's legs shook as she came, and all of a sudden I found my knees buckling involuntarily as my own orgasm hit hard. I grunted as the cum sprayed from my cock, ropes and ropes of sticky white goo that shot out of my manhood in an arc before splattering on the glass of the window. Moira and I rode out our pleasure together, the cum dripping over my fingers as she came all over the vibrating purple Rabbit.

Marianne pulled the vibrator out of Moira's cunt and turned it off, licking Moira's juices off of it. Moira turned around and pulled the taller woman down to her, kissing her lips passionately. While they made out, I picked up my tee-shirt and used it to towel off my dick and wipe the semen dripping down the window. The girls kept kissing, Moira gently fondling Marianne's breasts and pinching her hard pink nipples. Then Moira stood up, and I knew Round Two was about to begin.

Moira pulled Marianne over to the next window, where there was a small couch or loveseat pushed up just below the glass. I still had a perfect view of anyone who was standing in front of it. Moira sat on the loveseat and kissed Marianne's crotch through her silky black thong. Marianne sighed with pleasure, stroking Moira's hair. My wife then pulled Marianne's panties down, revealing her beautiful cunt with its trimmed red landing strip and wet, protruding pink lips. Moira engulfed those lips with her mouth, sucking on them.

"Aaaaahhhhh..." Marianne sang. With her hands on Marianne's hips, Moira parted her cuntlips with her tongue, ever-so-slowly pushing her tongue into Marianne's vagina. "Oooooh yes, ooooohhh yes, uuuhhhhnnnnnghhhh..."

As I watched my wife eat out our neighbor, I could feel my dick begin to harden again. I started stroking it while listening to the sound of Marianne's pleasure. She had the most musical, erotic voice I had ever heard. Coming from her mouth, every groan was a song, every sharp intake of breath a melody.

Moira teased out Marianne's clit and began to suck on it, all while pressing two fingers deep into her wetness.

"Ohhhhhh..." Marianne sang, as Moira worked her fingers in and out, in and out of her slick cunt. "Ohhhh, oh Moira, oh honey yes, yes, mmmmmMMMMMmmm ohhhh OH! OH! OOAAAAoooohhhh..."

Moira pulled her fingers out of Marianne's cunt, coated with honey. She slowly licked the whole of Marianne's slit, from the back all the way up to her clit, then kept going, kissing up the trail of red pubic hair, up Marianne's belly. Moira playfully licked Marianne's navel piercing, then stood up to keep kissing up her chest, between her pert breasts, up to her face.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Moira whispered, barely audible over the speakerphone. She took Marianne by the wrists and sat her down on the loveseat.

"Rick won't be able to see," Marianne whispered back, "unless I do this."

She sat up on the backrest of the seat, giving me a clear view of her perfect, rosy-cheeked ass. She looked at me over her shoulder. 

"Is that good?" she asked, smiling. "Oh yeah, I can tell you like that just fine."

Sure enough, my cock was standing fully erect once again. Marianne licked her lips as she watched me stroke my long, rigid shaft. Moira knelt on the loveseat and rubbed Marianne's pussy while she watched me jerk off. She blew me a kiss, then disappeared from view.

"I've got a better idea," she said, and then our phone call ended.

"Shit," I said, picking up my phone. I was about to call her back when it started to ring again ... as a video call. I thumbed "answer," and was suddenly treated with a view of Moira's angle on Marianne, seated on the back of the loveseat, naked except for her fishnet stockings, legs spread and wet pussy open and inviting. Moira switched the angle, and now I was looking at her beautiful, blue-eyed face.

"Hey lover," Moira said.

"Hey gorgeous," I said back.

"Check this out," she said, and pointed the phone down.

Apparently Marianne had a strap-on harness for the dildo, because that's what Moira was wearing.

"Oh my God," I said.

She switched the angle back to the phone's front camera as she approached Marianne's waiting snatch. As she got close to the loveseat, I could see her through the window again, rubbing lube on her hard, purple cock. She propped the phone up on an end table, giving me two different angles on Marianne, sitting up on the loveseat with lust in her green eyes. I switched my phone to my left hand, freeing up my right to tend to my own aching cock.

Moira climbed onto the couch and rubbed the end of the purple dildo against Marianne's wet pussy lips. "Ooooh fuuuuck yessss..." Marianne groaned. With a wicked smile, Moira held Marianne's hips and slowly pushed the dildo into her moist cunt. "OHH!" Marianne cried. She wrapped her arms around Moira's body, holding her close.

Bodies intertwined, Moira and Marianne began to fuck. Through the window, I could see Marianne's tight little ass rocking against my wife's body. On my phone's screen, I could see everything. Moira slid the strap-on in and out, in and out of Marianne's slippery, red-haired pussy. Their breasts pressed into each other; Moira's big, golden-skinned globes with their dark brown nipples, and Marianne's smaller, pink-tipped perkies. The butt of the dildo rubbed Moira's clit as she thrust into Marianne, and both women's voices joined in moans of ecstasy.

"Ohhhh yesss, ooooohhh fuck meeee..." Marianne sang.

Moira provided the high chorus: "Uhh! Uhh! Ahh!"

They started picking up speed, fucking each other faster and harder, and their moans rose higher and louder. Moira pulled Marianne down off the back of couch, lying her down on the seat cushions. My view through the window was reduced to Moira's head and Marianne's stockinged feet, sticking straight up in the air, but the image coming through the phone was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The two women kissed and Moira thrust the strap-on into Marianne's twat, again and again and again, their sweaty bodies slapping together, tits bouncing, moans filling the air.

Then Moira reached between her legs and turned on the vibrator. Marianne started to scream, her legs shaking as Moira plunged the vibrating cock into her dripping, excited snatch.

"OOHHH!! OH GOD!! AAHHH!! AAAH!! OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM OH SHIT OOOOOHHHH!!!!"

"Yeah baby cum for me!" Moira cried. "I'm gonna cum too, I'm gonna cum too, oh God oh oh oh OH FUUUUUCK!!!"

As I watched my wife and neighbor orgasm on my phone's screen, I stumbled back into our apartment, flopped down on my back on the floor, and released my own second orgasm. Hot cum shot out of my dick like a cannon, leaving sticky white trails all up my chest, as far as my neck and chin. The whole world turned fuzzy, reduced to nothing but the sensation of my spurting cock for just a few seconds. Then I remembered how to breath, and my senses returned to me one by one. I could hear Moira calling for me.

"Ricky? Are you there?"

I had set my phone down on the floor, the camera pointing at the ceiling. I picked it up and looked into the screen. Moira and Marianne were both there, holding each other on Marianne's couch, skin flushed and shining with sweat. The vibrator had been turned off, they were done.

"Hi," I said. "I'm sorry, my mind just went bye-bye for a little while there."

"Did you cum again?" Moira asked.

I pointed the camera at my semen-coated chest, a Rorschach blot in white. My softening dick rested on my belly, one last strand of cum forming a bridge to my flooded happy-trail.

"That's a yes," Marianne observed.

"That's a fuck yes," I replied. "Holy shit."

"Well, listen," said Moira. "As soon as you can move again, why don't you come on over here. There's another bottle of wine in the fridge, you should bring it."

"We'll be waiting," said Marianne.

Suddenly, I could move again.

***

I ran into the bathroom and cleaned the sperm off my chest, put on a little cologne, then threw on a pair of track pants and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt. I wasn't going for style, just what I could put on and take off the quickest. Before I left, I went into our bedroom and opened my nightstand drawer. Tucked into the back was a small pill bottle, and inside were a few diamond-shaped blue pills. "Daddy's little helpers," we called them, or sometimes "dickroids," for use on special occasions. The fact of the matter was that I had just came hard twice in rapid succession, and I hadn't been sixteen years old in a long time. There were two beautiful naked women waiting for me, and I intended to give them a good time. I swallowed a pill, but the bottle back in the drawer, grabbed the wine from the fridge and headed downstairs.

On the stoop I found our upstairs neighbor, Jared. He was a bald man, just slightly older than me, who taught music and played in a few local bands. A real nice guy; he got our mail for us when we were out of town, and we took care of his houseplants when he was. Tonight he was smoking a cigarette, with a glazed, shell-shocked look in his eye.

"What's up, Jared!" I said as I bounded down the steps.

"Uhhh, you, uh, that, um..." he stuttered. "That was Moira with the redhead, wasn't it?"

I didn't know how to respond. Honestly, it hadn't even occurred to me until just then that Jared could see across the courtyard out back just as easily as we could. And the people in the other apartments in Marianne's building could have seen me, and though I hadn't noticed anyone looking from any of the other windows, I hadn't been paying that much attention to them, either. So I just smiled and shrugged.

"You know what? Fuck you," said Jared. "Fuck you, and fuck your life. I am so incredibly jealous. Are you going over there right now?"

I nodded.

"Oh my God, fuck you. I have to shake your hand."

Jared reached out for me. I switched which hand I was holding the wine in, and shook his hand.

"Godspeed, sir. I don't know what you did in a previous life to be so lucky, but my hat's off to you. I'm going to have another cigarette, then probably go back upstairs to masturbate and cry."

"Sounds like fun," I said. "Well, see ya!"

I took off down the street, around the block to Marianne's building. Someone buzzed me in, and I ran up the stairs to the second floor. Moira, wearing the white bathrobe again, opened the door.

"Hey," she said, and we kissed deeply. After the kiss ended, she whispered to me, "You remember the deal?"

"Of course," I said.

"The deal" was the set of rules we had worked out the first time we had a threesome, so that we could have the most fun without causing any relationship-endangering jealousy. The main rule was that the only vagina I could put my penis into was Moira's, unless she explicitly said otherwise. (The reverse was also true, if our third party happened to be another guy.) Everything else -- oral, hands, anal if they were into it -- was perfectly fine. Some kissing was okay, within reason. And if either one of us wasn't having fun anymore, for any reason, we could say so and put an instant stop to the whole thing.

"Then come on in," she said, pulling me into Marianne's apartment.

Marianne was seated on the couch, beneath the window against the far wall. She had put her robe back on too, but had belted it very loosely, so that it hung mostly open and offered a generous view of her cleavage and belly. She was taking off her fishnets as I came in.

"Hi, Rick," she said, beaming.

"Hello," I said. "I brought more wine."

"I'll take that," said Moira, and she did, bringing it to the little kitchenette that was off to the right to open it.

"I ran into Jared on my way over," I said. "He's been enjoying the show, too."

"Is that the bald guy who lives above you?" asked Marianne.

"Oh yeah," Moira said. "I thought I saw him, peeking through the curtains. He was totally jackin' it, but we couldn't see his dick."

"I've seen him looking all the time, especially when I'm naked," Marianne said. "He always runs away and hides when I catch him, though. Poor shy guy. He is kind of cute, for a bald guy. Not as sexy as you, though."

She threw a balled-up stocking at me. I caught it in front of my face. The thin material smelled of perfume and sex. Moira handed me a glass of wine, then refilled her and Marianne's empty glasses, which they had left on the same side table where Moira had set her phone to video her and Marianne having sex. Marianne patted the cushion next to her, and I sat, with Moira sitting on the other side of me. I took a drink of the wine. Sitting next to Marianne, I could see into her open robe, the long pink nipple of her right breast standing up hard. She rested her head on my shoulder and caressed my thigh.

"I don't like that you're dressed again," she said.

"Me neither," said Moira, and she unzipped my hoodie. She stroked my bare chest, head on my other shoulder. "You cleaned up your cum," she said. "I kind of hoped you'd come over with it still on you. That would have been hot."

"Next time," I said.

Moira's hand went down my chest and into my sweatpants, curling around my stiffening cock. I kissed her as she stroked me. Then I felt gentle fingers on my chin, turning my head to Marianne, who also came in for a kiss. Her lips were sweet and cold from the wine. She took my glass from my hands and set it aside, then opened her robe. She was fully naked underneath, her pubic hair still damp with sweat and sex. She knelt on the couch, guiding my head to her bare breasts. I wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cleavage; her small, freckled tits; her hard pink nipples. I took a nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, while Moira pulled my cock out of my pants and began to suck it.

Moira's soft, wet mouth slid up and down the length of my cock; her warm tongue tracing patterns along the underside of my shaft and teasing the tip. I moaned in pleasure as my dick grew harder and harder. Marianne shucked off her robe and got down on the couch, joining Moira. The two women kissed over my dick, their tongues both slipping over and around my hard penis. 

With my left hand, I reached into Moira's robe and cupped a firm, heavy breast, squeezing the nipple between my fingers. With my right, I traced a path down Marianne's naked back, all the way down to her supple ass. I gave one cheek a squeeze, then let my middle finger wander into her crack and down to her pussy. I rubbed her slick wet lips, teasing her opening with a fingertip before sliding it down to touch her clit. She moaned softly, exhaling warm breath on the head of my cock.

Moira got up, letting Marianne suck on my dick while she took off her robe and let it drop to the floor. She climbed on the couch on her knees and we started kissing again, her breasts pressed against my chest, while I rubbed Moira's smooth pussy with my left hand. I slipped two fingers inside her, stroking her wet inner walls. She groaned and lightly bit down on my lip. With the two fingers still inside her cunt, I began to rub her clit with my thumb. On the other side of me, I plunged my middle finger deep into Marianne, fucking her with it while she noisily, wetly sucked my cock.

We kept at it for a minute, me fingering both women while Moira made out with me and Marianne gave unbelievable head. Eventually Moira broke off our kiss and said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

We all stopped what we were doing and got up off the couch. As I stood up, I let my pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them, while shaking off my sweatshirt and leaving it on the couch. All three of us picked up our glasses and took another drink of wine as we moved into Marianne's bedroom. The way the building was laid out, her bedroom windows looked out the opposite side from the living room, to the street. Here she had gauzy white curtains, the kind that would let in sunlight during the day while still preventing anyone from seeing in.

"The people who live on this side have young kids," Marianne explained. "It's annoying because, I don't know if you've noticed this, but having people watch me turns me on A LOT. They're just way too young, though, it's skeezy. I have flashed the dad, though, once or twice."

"You're bad," said Moira, and she slapped Marianne's ass.

We all put down our wine glasses and climbed onto the bed. It was a king-size, with plenty of room for everyone and silky, satiny sheets.

"You on your back," Moira directed, and I obliged.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, pulling a pillow underneath my head.

Marianne slid down and kissed me, her soft tongue pushing its way into my mouth. Then she smiled and said, "I've heard some stories about that tongue. I want to see what it can do." And then Moira kissed me as well, and she said, "And if I don't get that dick inside me right fucking now, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind."

Moira straddled me, guiding my stiff cock into her dripping wet cunt. "OoooooOOOOOOOooohhhh..." she groaned as I slipped all the way inside her. Then Marianne spread her legs and climbed over my head, positioning her sexy red-haired pussy right over my face. Her labia glistened with arousal. I took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent, while Moira started to ride my hard dick. Then I grabbed both of Marianne's ass cheeks and dove in.

I licked and sucked Marianne's sopping pussy, burying my whole face in her wetness. Meanwhile Moira bounced up and down on my cock, gripping me tightly with her slick-walled cunt. Both women moaned and groaned and sang, filling the room with a chorus of "Oh!" and "Ah!" and "Uh!" The moans stopped for a little while, to be replaced with the wet sounds of impassioned kissing. I couldn't see anything, other than Marianne's tight cheeks and pink puckered asshole just past the end of my nose. Then the kissing stopped and the moans started up again, higher and more furtive. I felt Marianne's fingers at the base of my cock as she rubbed Moira's clit. Moira bucked and rode my cock harder and faster, her lips gripping me tighter as she worked toward another orgasm.




Hey Neighbor Ch. 03



"Uhh! Uhh!! Oh yes yes oh OH!! Yes oh fuck oh fuck oh my God of YES YES FUCK UNNGGH!!"

I felt warm fluid splash out of her as she came, soaking my pubic hair and dripping over my balls. Marianne was close behind her, grinding her cunt into my face while I sucked her clit and hummed.

"Aaahh! Aaaahhh!!! AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed, the muscles in her legs twitching involuntarily, her asshole clenching tight, her juices running down my chin.

Moira lifted herself off my cock, and both women came down on the bed to snuggle up next to me. They kissed my face, my neck, my chest. They licked Marianne's juices off of me. They kissed each other. Marianne reached down and stroked my cock, wet with Moira's girl-cum.

"You are still rock hard," she observed.

"Science is magical," I said.

"You want to get on it?" Moira asked her.

"Can I?" asked Marianne.

I looked into Moira's bright blue eyes and stroked her silky black hair.

"I love you," she said to me.

"I love you," I said. "Very, very much."

We kissed. "Don't cum in her," she whispered.

"Here," Marianne said. She opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a ribbed condom. She tore open the wrapper, set the condom of the tip of my cock, and then went down on me, unrolling the rubber with her mouth. I had no idea what brand it was, as Moira and I hadn't been using them for years, but the material was super-thin, thinner than anything I'd ever used before in my life. It barely affected my sensitivity at all; I could still feel Marianne's wet lips and soft tongue perfectly.

"How do you want to be?" I asked her.

"Umm ... doggie," she said, and got down on her elbows and knees, presenting that cute little ass. I got on my knees behind her and guided my cock into her twat, pushing it in slowly, torturing her with pleasure.

"Oh God yes..." she whispered as she took my full length. I pulled out, very, very slowly, then pushed in again. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnngh..." she groaned.

Moira crawled on her hands and knees next to Marianne and kissed her. I reached over and rubbed Moira's pussy lips while I fucked Marianne. Moira's eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned. I dragged a finger over her clit. Her whole body shook as a mini-orgasm, an aftershock to her last one, rolled through her body. Then she took my wrist and guided my hand over to Marianne's clit.

"I'm good," Moira said, "you show this girl what you've got now."

"As you wish," I said with a smile, and I started to rub Marianne's clit while I slid my dick in and out of her wet cunt. Moira smacked my ass, then Marianne's, then bent over to kiss Marianne again. In between her kisses, Marianne moaned with ecstasy.

"Oh yeah, ooohh, oooh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!"

I picked up speed, fucking her harder while strumming tight little circles on the end of her clit.

"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!!"

Moira got up on her knees and kissed me, while squeezing my thrusting buttock. Then, with a devilish gleam in her eye, she sucked on her middle finger and then pressed it deep into my asshole.

"Aaahhh!!!" I cried out. Moira laughed.

I pounded Marianne's pussy hard, her voice climbing higher and louder with every deep thrust, while Moira finger-fucked my tight asshole. The pleasure was intense, and I could feel my orgasm building like a snowball, just growing in power and size as it came closer and closer. I wanted to make Marianne cum again before I did, but wheels had been set into motion over which I no longer had control. When she did cum, it was music to my ears.

"OH GOD!! OHH! OOOOAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

She collapsed face down on the bed, sliding off of my dick, body shaking. I yanked the condom off, and could barely get a hand back on my cock before the orgasm racked my body. Bellowing like a bear, I shot a long stream of hot white spunk onto Marianne's back. The second spurt splashed over her ass cheeks and dribbled down into her crack. Moira brought her head down and enveloped my cock with her mouth, and my third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and tiny dribbling seventh spurts all went down her throat. Only when it was done did she pull her finger out of my ass. We kissed, and then Moira went to the bathroom to wash her hand while I keeled over onto the bed, next to Marianne.

"Hi," Marianne said, lifting her head from the pillows.

"Hi," I said back, catching my breath.

"I'm really glad I found you guys."

"I am, too."

"Where'd Moira go?"

"I'm right here," Moira said, coming back into the bedroom and crawling into bed on the other side of Marianne.

"I was just telling Rick how glad I am to have found you two. You guys just rocked my world."

"Girl, YOU rocked OUR world," Moira said. "This might have been the hottest night of my life. Ricky, what do you think?"

"Fuck yeah," I said. "There's no way this is real life. This is all a dream."

"Nope, it's real," said Marianne. "Has to be. I don't sleep when I'm already in a dream, and I'm about to pass out right now."

Moira and I both laughed, but Marianne didn't say another thing. Sure enough, she had fallen fast asleep. I reached over her and stroked Moira's hair, looking into her eyes over Marianne's auburn locks. She took my hand and kissed it.

"Let's go home," she said.

We got out of bed and brought our wine glasses to the kitchen. We put our clothes back on, threw the used condom in the trash, and pulled the bedsheet over Marianne's sleeping body. She moaned and rolled onto her side, but didn't wake up. Moira kissed her lightly on the cheek, and we left.

We walked arm-in-arm around the block, back to our building. Jared was out on the stoop again, having another smoke.

"Hey, Jared," I said.

"Hey guys," he said, afraid to make eye contact with Moira.

"Jared," Moira said, "you shouldn't hide behind the curtain like a Peeping Tom. Let Marianne see your dick! If you're looking at her, it's only fair."

The cigarette fell out of Jared's mouth, and we laughed as we walked past him and into the building. We let ourselves into our apartment, undressed, and climbed into bed. Within a minute, we were asleep in each other's arms, Moira and me, together.