That Couple Next Door

“What? Oh, um, no. No, thanks.”

I look down at my phone again and mindlessly scroll through my Twitter feed. I’m nervous, a little anxious…but really, really horny. Thank god it’s dark in this bar so no one can see how hard I am.

You, my beautiful wife, are with another man right now. You and I share each other, often. We’ve had fun with other women and men, alike. The process of choosing who we will let join us in our fun little game is basically foreplay for us. There’s one specific guy you love to play with. The Artist, we call him. He has an apartment here in DC, but he travels a lot and isn’t home very often. He called the other day to let us know he’d be in town for a few days and would love to see us. You, being as horny as you so often are, agreed without a second thought. As we three started discussing what our night together might look like, you shared a little fantasy with us. You wanted to play alone with him, just for a bit, before I showed up and joined.

I was very, very intrigued by you being a hotwife...sharing you like that...witnessing your pleasure. So, we agreed to try it out. You would spend some time alone with the Artist while I hang out at a bar a couple of blocks away. It was such a hot idea, that I would be waiting alone, knowing you were with him, but in the dark about what you two were doing together. But now that it’s actually happening…now that I’m here at this bar counting down the minutes until I can join you two, I’m having a hard time containing myself. What are you two doing at this very moment? Are you taking his cock in and out of your mouth right now? Or are you just sitting on the couch chatting?

This is hell, not knowing. The bartender offers me a look of pity. I wish I could explain to him that I’m not just some lonely guy drinking by himself. But, what would be the point?

I look down at my phone and…the Artist has just texted me a photo. My fingers tremble as I open it up. Oh my god…fuck. It’s a photo of you… your backside. You’ve got the edge of your dress pulled up just enough to show part of your bare ass. My cock twitches in my jeans and I have to make a conscious effort not to stroke it. I wonder what happened right after that photo was taken...I try not to squirm in my seat, but I can’t help it. This picture is so fucking hot.

I check the time and suppress an audible groan. I still have half an hour before I’m supposed to join the two of you.

“Hey, uh, actually, yeah, I’ll take another drink.”

Oh, shit. Another one. The Artist knows me so well. He and I are both very into dirty pictures. I try to hold the phone discreetly so no one can see what unspeakable images you’re sending me. Here’s another one...you’re on your knees. And his cock is deep down your throat. You look so turned on...so submissive.

My cock twitches yet again and I cover my face with my hands. I want to touch myself so fucking badly. Maybe I should go out to the car and…no, no, I can’t do that. That’s not part of the agreement. I sip slowly, trying to focus on the burn of whiskey going down my throat. We’ve always had fun together but this...this is just incredible. Every time we do this, it’s like a new adventure and somehow, every time is better than the last.

The threesomes we’ve had were beyond my wildest dreams. It’s been so astonishing, watching you come into this new phase of your sexuality. You want it all the time. You want to try new things as often as possible. And I’m just along for the ride. You’ve always been confident, but now, ever since we’ve started playing with others, you’re really feeling yourself. It’s so pleasurable to watch you get ready for one of our play sessions, knowing another man’s cock is going to be inside of you.

Oh…fuck. He has just sent a video. I glance over my shoulder to ensure no one is close enough to see my phone screen. I lower my phone into my lap, just to be sure. I double check that the phone volume is on “mute” before I click play...

Fuck. You’re on your hands and knees with the Artist’s cock slapping at your ass and thighs. That’s it. I know I’m early, but I’m going. I toss down a couple of bills for my drinks and walk as quickly as I can out the door. The Artist’s apartment is just a couple of blocks away from the bar. The closer I get the harder and faster my heart beats. God, I can almost feel my heartbeat in my cock...the sight of you on your knees for him. You look desperate, waiting for him to fuck you.

Another video. He’s pointed the camera down at the condom on his cock. You’re still on your knees and the camera follows as he guides the tip into your entrance. Fuck…I’ve got to get there. I can’t wait to see this in person. I jog the last block and have to stop for a moment to catch my breath. Thankfully, the Artist lives on the ground floor.

Wait…is that? Is that you?

I cross the grass and over to the side of the building where the noises are growing louder. Those are definitely your moans. I’d recognize them anywhere. I can see through the living room window. He’s leaning over you, hands on the back of the couch, fucking you while you lay with your legs spread wide open for him. This is incredible. You’re moaning so loudly that anyone passing by on the street can hear you, and if they try hard enough, see you, too.

This is my wife, being fucked by another man. One that I respect and enjoy fucking you with. What a wild thought. I make my way up to the window, feeling a little bit like a peeping tom. This is so voyeuristic. But I’m pretty sure you and the Artist would be okay with me watching from afar. I spend a minute or so just listening, trying to catch glimpses of you from where I’m standing.

“Oh my god, yes...that feels so good, fuck.”

Finally, I walk to the front door and let myself in.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Yes, right there!”

For a moment, neither you nor the Artist seems to notice me standing in the doorway.

“Oh, fuck. Hey, man - there you are.”

He slows his thrusts into you and slowly pulls out.

“Hey, baby. Come here.”

“Hey, man. Baby, you look great.”

“Come join us...”

I drop my coat onto the floor, kick off my shoes, and quickly get rid of my shirt and pants. I slowly approach the king-sized bed while I rub my cock through my briefs. I am so fucking ready for some release.

You crawl towards me and wrap your arms around my waist.

“Have you two been having fun?”

“Yeah, we have been.”

“Mmm, did our friend make you feel good?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t cum yet. And I’m still really fucking turned on, baby. I need your cock in my mouth. ”

Damn, this is so fucking hot. You pull my briefs down and I quickly kick them off. My cock springs upwards and you grab the base of it with the palm of your hand. You lean forward and open your mouth wide, stuffing as much of me as you can fit inside your mouth.

God, I’ve been waiting for this moment since you dropped me off at the bar. Waiting for the feeling of your mouth sliding up and down my cock. The Artist appears at my side. He’s taken the condom off and it looks like he hasn’t had a chance to cum yet either.

“Think you can fit both of us?”

You grin up at him and give me a wink.

“I can certainly try...”

You use both hands now to stroke our cocks at the same time.

You spend some time sucking him off, but your warm hand never stops squeezing and kneading me. I love the wet look of your chin and your cheeks as saliva leaks out of your mouth. You’re making such a mess. And you love it, don’t you?

I reach around the back of your head and wrap my hands in your hair. The Artist’s hand rests somewhere on your shoulder. You look so hungry for us, like this is something you’ve wanted so, so badly. You gag a little as my cock hits the warm, textured skin at the back of your throat. I could cum at any moment, but I’m holding off. I want to spend so much more time with you.

The Artist slowly backs away and you give me your full attention. Saliva drips down your chin as you look up at me with glassy eyes. You jut your mouth forwards and back, your lips puckered tight around my shaft. Fuck, your wet mouth feels so warm as it slides down to my tip.

“Hey, come join me over here.”

Grinning, you slowly detach your mouth from my cock. I offer you my hand and you gracefully rise up to your feet. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as we walk a few steps over to the couch. You kneel down in front of the Artist and, without a word, slide his cock into your mouth again, hungry for more. Your luscious ass sticks out and I know exactly what I want. I crouch down behind you and coat my rock-hard cock with your wetness, gliding it through your pussylips over and over again.

I guide my cock inside of you. Oh my god, your pussy is squeezing around my cock. I feel myself stretching it out…

I slide in and out of you…so easily. Your pussy is sticky and trailing wetness all over me. Fuck, fuck, I want to cum…

“I'm getting close...”

“Oh, god. Me too.”

You pull your mouth away from his cock.

“Cum on me. I want you both to cum on me, please. ”

I fuck you faster, a little harder, bouncing in and out of you. You take his cock into your mouth again. The sounds of both of you…fuck. I can’t, I can’t take it anymore. I pull out my cock and aim it onto your back. I jerk myself off hard and fast. Desperate to cum all over you...

I open my eyes just in time to see him unloading his cum onto your chest. You’re basking it, playing with your clit as you’re covered in our sticky mess.

“My turn.”

“Mmm, yes, it is.”

I get on my hands and knees and pull your body up against mine so you’re facing away from me. I play with your tits with one hand, squeezing and tweaking your hard nipples. You writhe a little in my arms as I slide my fingers down between your pussylips and start working your clit.

“You're so fucking wet, baby. You feel so good...”

I drag a trail of messy kisses down your neck.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck, baby. Faster...faster...”

“You like that? Did you like getting fucked by two guys at once? Hm? Are you so horny that you have to have two cocks instead of one?”

“Yes, baby. Yes.”

Your clit is swollen and throbbing beneath my fingers. Fuck, it’s so wet I’m just sliding right through you. I go faster…faster… applying pressure now on your clit.

“Yeah, don't stop. Don't stop, baby. Right there!”

You collapse into my arms, shivering and a loss for words. You are so…fucking…beautiful when you cum. The artist and I exchange glances. He slides down onto the ground and lays beside us. He and I cuddle you on either side as you slowly catch your breath.

It’s time to rest and take a breather, but…we are nowhere near done for tonight. That much I can say for certain. It’s going to be a long, long night.