When Three’s Company

I was on the phone with my friend Carrie when I first saw my new neighbors. I live in one of those square apartment buildings with a central courtyard, and the unit in question was on the second floor directly across from mine. It had been empty for more than a month, ever since my friends Tim and Lisa relocated to Chicago.

“Is it a guy or a girl? Carrie immediately wanted to know.

“What do they look like?

I laughed. Carrie goes through men like a chain-smoker goes through cigarettes, and she’s always on the prowl for a new conquest. Lately, she’d been going through something of a dry spell, and I was getting tired of hearing her complain about how horny she was.

Not that I couldn’t relate. I’d broken up with my last boyfriend about six months earlier and hadn’t gone so long without sex since I lost my virginity at age sixteen. I was beginning to think of my vibrator as my significant other.

“Well, what do you see? Carrie demanded.

“Right now all I can see is the movers, I replied, peering across the courtyard. “Wait a minute.

The next moment I saw a man walk into the living room of the apartment and begin giving one of the moving guys directions. For a few seconds I forgot I was even on the phone. My new neighbor looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, like me, and he was tall with curly blond hair. He had the rugged good looks of an athlete or movie star, and to say he was gorgeous didn’t begin to do him justice. I felt a sudden warm glow in my lower abdomen.

“What’s going on? Carrie asked impatiently. “Are you still there?

“You’re not going to believe this guy, I told her. “He’d probably give George Clooney an inferiority complex.

Before I could go on, I received another surprise. A second guy walked into the living room and began talking with the first one. Dark-haired, and a couple of inches shorter than his friend, he was every bit as handsome.

“Brace yourself, I went on. “There’s a second one, and he’s just as good looking as the first guy.

To my surprise, Carrie groaned. “That means they’re probably gay. she said. “Why else would two such good-looking guys be living together?

“You don’t know that, I said, but I could already feel my own excitement leaking away like air from a punctured balloon. The more I thought about it, the more I decided Carrie was probably right.

“Oh well, Carrie said. “Easy come, easy go.

As it turned out, I met my neighbors a couple of days later in the lobby. Their names were Brendan and Kyle, and they were as good looking close up as they were from across the courtyard. They also seemed very happy to meet me. Having decided they weren’t playing in my league, however, I didn’t give their friendly overtures much thought.

At least I didn’t until the following weekend. Against my better judgment, I’d allowed an old a college friend to set me up on a blind date Friday night. It lasted all of an hour.  Sean talked about himself the whole time, and his breath smelled like an unwashed ashtray. I was ready to leave after five minutes and eventually told him I had a headache and excused myself.

By the time I got home, I was in a thoroughly bad mood. I hadn’t expected Sean to be lifelong partner material, but if he was at all appealing I’d planned on bringing him home for a roll in the sack. After six months of celibacy, my frustration level had reached the boiling point and was threatening to spill over.

Pondering how I would spend my evening, I crossed over to my windows to lower the shades. I had just taken hold of the cord when I happened to glance across the courtyard. What I saw through the window opposite froze me in my tracks.

A tall blond woman with the figure of a Victoria’s Secret model was standing in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts and high heeled shoes. Brendan had his arms around her from behind and was playing with her large, melon-shaped breasts. As I watched, she threw her head back in an unmistakable gesture of arousal.

I’d barely gotten over my initial shock when I received another. Kyle suddenly appeared in front of the woman in a pair of boxers. At his touch, the woman lowered her head, and he leaned in and began to kiss her. At the same time, he undid the snap of her shorts and slipped his hand inside. I could see her knees buckle when his fingers reached her sweet spot, and for a moment I thought she might sink to the floor, but Brendan held her up with his strong arms.

At this point I became aware of two things. First, the crotch of my panties was now soaked with my own juices, and my clit was pulsing like the percussion section of a band. Second, if either Brendan or Kyle glanced in my direction, they would see me standing in my window watching them.

Just the thought of being caught made my face grow warm with embarrassment, and I hurried across the room to turn off the lights. I had no intention of missing the rest of the show, but I planned to do so from the safety of a darkened room.

By the time I got back to the window, the woman was down on her hands and knees. Kyle had stripped off his boxer shorts and was kneeling upright in front of her. The sight of his enormous erection and the anticipation of what was about to happen triggered a fresh gush of wetness in my panties. As I looked on, the woman leaned forward and began to lick the tip of his cock, tentatively at first and then with growing enthusiasm. After running her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, she wrapped her lips around the head of his member and began to let it slide in and out of her mouth, taking more in with each dip of her head.

Brendan, meanwhile, had stripped off her shorts and panties and slipped his right hand between her legs. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing, but from the way the woman was bucking and squirming, I could tell it felt good. Unable to bear it anymore, I undid the front of my pants and slipped my hand inside.  By this time, my clit was throbbing like a piston, and I rubbed myself vigorously trying to get some relief.

When I looked up again, Brendan was also naked, and he was rubbing the head of his erection back and forth between the woman’s legs. She let go of Kyle’s cock for a moment, and I heard the faint sound of the words, “Fuck me, float across the courtyard. The next moment Brendan slid the full length of his shaft inside her and began fucking her with steady powerful strokes. The woman, who was once again sucking on Kyle’s cock, pumped her hips in time with Brendan’s deep thrusts.

I now had my hand inside my panties, my middle finger in my opening and my thumb on my clit. As good as it felt, I found myself longing to switch places with the blond woman. I’d never taken part in a threesome before\’never even seriously considered it\’but the thought of sucking on Kyle’s dick while Brendan fucked me from behind made me so hot I felt positively dizzy with lust. The image was so arousing that it pushed me over the edge into a powerful orgasm, and I could hear myself crying out with pleasure.

When I looked up again, the living room across the courtyard was empty. My first reaction was to feel a sudden wave of anxiety. Could they have heard my cries and gotten spooked? But disappointment and frustration soon replaced any fears I had. The idea that the three of them had retired to a bedroom, doing things I could no longer watch, drove me crazy. Before long my clit was throbbing again, and I ended up tossing and turning all night fantasizing about what I wanted Kyle and Brendan to do to me.

When I finally got up the next morning, I thought immediately of Carrie. I couldn’t wait to hear her reaction when I filled her in on the previous evening’s events. But when her answering machine picked up, I suddenly remembered she’d gone to visit her parents that weekend. I thought about trying her on her cell phone but decided against it. I’d fill her in when she got back. Besides, for all I knew there’d be another show tonight, and I’d have even more juicy details to tell her.

I always exercise on Saturday morning, so I pulled on my running clothes and headed for the stairs. I had just crossed the lobby and had my hand on the front door when I heard a voice behind me.

“Emma.

I turned around and find myself looking into Kyle’s intense blue eyes. I felt an immediate tingle between my legs and hoped I wasn’t blushing.

“Hey there, I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “What’s up?

I had a sudden image of Kyle’s impressive erection and kicked myself for my word choice.

“I’m glad I caught you, he went on. “I know this is last minute, but Brendan and I wondered if you could come over for dinner tonight. Any chance you’re free?

I thought for a moment before answering, partly because I didn’t want to appear too eager, and partly because a sudden wave of heat left me momentarily speechless.

“I don’t have any plans, I finally stammered. “Dinner would be great. What time do you want me?

Once again I regretted my word choice, but Kyle didn’t seem to notice.

“Let’s say 6:30, he said. “We’re looking forward to having you.

Was it my imagination, or had Kyle emphasized the word “having? I thought I detected a subtle smirk on his face but told myself I must be imagining things.

“See you then, I said quickly and pushed out the door.

I can’t say I remember much about that run now. Wild fantasies about Kyle and Brendan kept pushing into my head, and as soon as I pushed one out another immediately jumped in. I kept thinking of that blond woman, down on her knees, one cock in her mouth and another up her cunt.

“Stop it! I finally told myself, not realizing I’d spoken out loud until a couple of people turned to stare at me.

The rest of the day wasn’t much easier. I tried to stick to my Saturday routine\’shopping, laundry, cleaning\’but I couldn’t seem to control the images in my head or the wetness between my legs. I tried to tell myself I was being silly. For all I knew, Brendan and Kyle were only planning a friendly dinner with a neighbor. And if they were planning more, how did I feel about it? By this time, there was no doubt about how my pussy felt, but had my mind caught up with my body?

At 6:30 I was standing in front of the door of my neighbors’ apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand. I was wearing my sexiest pair of thong panties, a short skirt, and a tank top that highlighted my full breasts.

Brendan answered the door and didn’t attempt to hide his appreciative glance.

“Hey, Emma, you look great, he said, kissing me on the cheek and taking the bottle of wine. “What can I get you to drink?

By the end of dinner, I was beginning to think I’d imagined the previous evening. Don’t get me wrong\’it had been a pleasant enough time. The food was delicious, and the conversation had flowed as easily as the wine. We’d talked about our jobs and families, and we’d even swapped some humorous stories about our college escapades.

But Kyle and Brendan had shown no signs that they had anything more in mind than an innocent dinner with a new acquaintance. The part of me that wasn’t sure how I felt about the threesome thing felt a little relieved. The problem was that my libido had other ideas. Far from quieting down during the previous two hours, it had kicked into a higher gear, so much so that when we retired to the living room after dinner, I worried I might leave a wet spot on the couch.

“More wine? Kyle asked, refilling my glass before I had time to answer. He seemed to study my face for a moment. “You look a little flushed, Emma. Brendan, don’t you think Emma looks a little flushed?

I sensed Brendan standing behind me, and the next moment I felt his hands on my shoulders. His touch sent a shockwave straight to my groin.

“I did notice that, Brendan said as he massaged my bare flesh. “And she seems a little tense as well.

I glanced at Kyle’s crotch and noticed a distinct bulge in his pants. He noticed the direction of my gaze.

“We have a confession to make, Kyle said, lifting my chin with his hand.

“What’s that? I asked, my voice husky.

“We saw you last night.

I felt myself blushing to the roots, which only made me more embarrassed.

Brendan laughed. “That’s okay, he said reassuringly. “We liked the fact that you were watching. And we thought you might want to do more than watch.

He slid his hands down to my breasts and began rubbing my erect nipples through the thin cotton of my tank top. “Would you like to do more than watch? he whispered in my ear.

I opened my mouth to answer but instead of speaking a word I let out a low moan. This time it was Kyle’s turn to laugh.

“I’ll take that as ˜yes’ he said, sliding his hand up my skirt. I parted my legs and thrust my pelvis forward, longing for his touch, but Kyle had other ideas. As if sensing my desperation, he decided to tease me, stroking my thighs lightly, letting his fingers come close to my pussy but never quite touching me there.

Brendan, meanwhile, had pulled my tank top over my head and unclasped my bra.

After fondling my tits for a minute, he leaned over the back of the couch and began to lick and suck my long, hard nipples. It was as if he was pushing buttons connected directly to my cunt, and the more he sucked the more my clit throbbed.

“Let’s move to the bedroom, Kyle  suddenly suggested.

“Good idea, Brendan said. “We’ll be more comfortable there.

Before I could move, Kyle slipped his arms beneath my legs and back and lifted me up with his powerful arms. Being carried to the bedroom by this strong, gorgeous man made me feel hotter than ever.

Kyle deposited me on the mattress ass down and then scooted me back a foot or so until my head was hanging over the edge of the bed. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he slipped off his jeans and boxers and stood over my head. But when I reached eagerly for his cock, he intercepted first one hand and then the other.

“Lick it, he commanded.

Feeling a bit disoriented in my upside down position, I reached out with my tongue and began to lick the underside of Kyle’s large erection. After a minute, he slipped the head of it into my mouth and let it slide back and forth between my lips, pausing now and then to let me swirl my tongue around its tip.

While I sucked on Kyle’s cock, I could feel Brendan crawl onto the bed. My legs were bent with my feet on the mattress, and when he took hold of my knees and slowly spread my thighs open, I moaned in anticipation. But with my mouth full of cock, I couldn’t make much noise.

Brendan began to lick the inside of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my cunt. When he finally reached my crotch, I began to squirm and buck, desperate to create more friction. A moment later, he hooked his finger inside the edge of my panties and pulled them aside. The sensation of the cool air against my red hot pussy shifted my arousal level into an even higher gear, and when Brendan let his tongue run back and forth in my slit, I thought I was going to pass out. I let Kyle’s cock slip out of my mouth.

“Fuck me, I pleaded, echoing the words of the blond woman.

Brendan laughed. “What’s the magic word? he teased.

“Please, fuck me, I wailed. “Now.

A moment later I could feel Brendan’s cock rubbing against my opening. I tilted my pelvis to give him a better angle, and he slid the full length of his shaft into my dripping hole. He pulled out almost immediately and then slid his cock home once again before starting to fuck me with deep, powerful thrusts. By this point, I was making enough noise to raise the dead, but Kyle quieted me considerably by sliding his cock back into my mouth.

For the next few minutes I let myself get lost in the sensation of having two cocks inside me at the same time. I was so lost in my sexual daze that it came as a shock when Kyle pulled out of my mouth.

“Time to switch places, he said. “I want a turn in that sweet pussy.

That was fine with me. The moment Brendan pulled out, I turned over and got up onto my hands and knees. Brendan kissed me and then presented his swollen cock to my mouth. I took it inside and began sucking on it, enjoying the taste of my own juices. While I sucked, I played with his balls, stroking the back of his scrotum with my fingers.

Behind me, Kyle stripped off my panties. He rubbed the head of his ample cock back and forth in my slit and then slid it inside me. A few seconds later, we were fucking with abandon.

I hadn’t thought I could feel any more pleasure than I was already feeling, but when Kyle began to run his thumb around the rim of my anus, I felt a whole new set of nerve endings stir to life. He continued doing this for a while, occasionally allowing the ball of his thumb to rest lightly against my asshole before returning to the rim. Finally, with a deft corkscrew motion, he slid his thumb into my ass.

By now I was almost beside myself. I began to pump my hips even harder, trying to cram both holes as full as I could.

Even before Kyle reached around my body with his right hand and found my clit, I could feel myself moving toward climax. A moment later I began to come in wave after wave of pleasure. Kyle’s groans had been growing louder as well, and the next second I could feel him shooting his load inside me. And before I had time to think, Brendan was filling my mouth with several bursts of sweet, sticky come. When he finally pulled out, I licked my lips and sank down onto my forearms.

“You boys make a nice dinner, I said dreamily, but I think it’s the dessert that I’m going to remember best.

Somehow my mind drifted to Carrie, and a wonderful idea popped into my head. I’d tell Brendan and Kyle I had a hot friend and get them to ask us both to dinner the following weekend. I wouldn’t tell Carrie anything about my evening with my new neighbors so she’d have no idea what to expect.

The thought of what would happen after that made my clit start to throb all over again.

Clive Dixon

An English teacher in a former life, Clive Dixon now works as a psychotherapist. When not listening to his clients talk about their sex lives, he writes erotic and other fiction. His stories have also appeared in Clean Sheets and Penthouse Variations.

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