by Betsy Locke
Description
Alexa meets a new man and can't keep her eyes off his muscles.
Her husband has an idea for Alexa's birthday and it involves the three of them.
Chapter One
The New York City heat was sweltering. My white sundress clung to my chest as I walked the streets with two bags of groceries in my hands. I cursed myself for not leaving earlier in the morning and now the sun was directly overhead.
My apartment was in a brownstone situated between a flower shop and a building for lease. Kids were playing in the street and a hose had been set up, spraying water in the into the sky and raining down.
Red Roses and lilies were set on a display outside the shop as I walked by. Mrs. Hanover had owned the place for over twenty years and was still going strong.
“How are you doing today, Alexa?” the old woman asked as I passed by.
“Just trying to survive this heat, Mrs. Hanover. How are you doing?” I asked.
“I'm doing great,” she replied. “How is your husband?”
I shifted the grocery bags in my hands. I knew I shouldn't have bought so much. I didn't want to chat for a long time in the sun so I had started towards the door to my brownstone. “He's doing very well. I'll tell him you say hi.”
Mrs. Hanover started to ask another question but I was inside the brownstone and the door closed before she could finish.
The stairs before me were very daunting. When we first moved into this place three years ago, a missing elevator didn't seem like a big deal to us. We'd only have to move our furniture in once so walking up and down stairs would be good for our health.
Well it turns out we made the wrong decision. My body began to shut down as I ascended the stairs, the bags of groceries weighing heavily in my arms.
My apartment was on the fourth floor and I had to stop at the second to take a breather. I put the bags on the grounds and massaged my arms. Sweat was pouring off my forehead and down my cleavage.
“Do you need help with those?” a voice asked.
I thought it was my husband for a moment but when I looked up I was welcomed to the sight of perfection.
A man cut from stone stood before me. His jet black hair was slicked back, a five o'clock shadow hugging his jaw. His blue jeans and tight gray shirt made me want to melt into the floor. I tried to reply back to him but I couldn't find the words.
All I could do was nod.
The man grabbed both bags of groceries. “What floor do you live on?”
I swallowed before responding, “Fourth floor.”
I followed him up the stairs and watched his nice ass in those tight jeans. He turned his head to me. “I just moved in. My name's Diego.”
“I'm Alexa,” I replied.
“Nice to meet you.” Diego stepped onto the fourth floor. “Which one is yours?”
I pointed to apartment 145 and he walked me to the door. “Thank you so much,” I said. “It's so hot outside I thought I was going to catch fire.”
“I moved in just next door.”
I craned my head and saw the open door for 144. “I guess that makes us neighbors now.”
“Do you need me to help you bring them inside?” he asked.
I shook my head. “My husband can take it from here.”
Diego shifted the bags into my arms and his eyes drifted down to my breasts. I flushed and unlocked the front door. “Thank you again,” I said.
“If you need anything, I'm just a few steps away.”
I smiled at him and walked inside. My heart was still beating in my chest. Diego had taken my breath away and I didn't know if I was ever going to recover.
My husband, Wesley, was standing in the kitchen when he saw me walk in. His brown hair was combed to the side and he wore shorts and a white t-shirt. He ran to my rescue and grabbed the groceries from my arms.
“You look like you're just about to faint, dear.”
“It's so hot outside and even hotter in here. Is the landlord ever going to get the air conditioner fixed?”
Wesley set the groceries on the kitchen island. “I called him earlier and he told me that it might take a couple days.”
I started to take the food out and put it in the fridge. “Well I think I figured out what I want for my birthday this year.”
“Oh you did?”
“I met him in the hallway just now. He's moving in next door.”
Wesley grinned. “What's his name?”
“Diego,” I replied. “I think you're going to like him.”
“Then I might just have to meet this man who has captured my wife's heart.
Chapter Two
“I think I'll go over there and introduce myself. See if he needs any help with moving,” Wesley said.
“Don't be too forward, honey. We don't want to scare him away like the last time.”
Wesley put his hand on my hips and pulled me into a kiss. “You have nothing to worry about. You're going to have the best birthday tomorrow. I promise.”
“I'm going to take a cold shower while you're out to cool off.”
“You better not still be in there when I get back.” His hand traveled under my dress and found my bare ass cheek. “Or else I might be tempted to join you.”
I kissed him one more time. “Remember to ease him into it. Don't just ask him if he wants to have a threesome right off the bat. Some guys aren't into that.”
Wesley put his hands up to stop me. “Don't worry. I got it.”
I went to the bathroom and peeled the sweaty sundress off. I turned on the shower and made sure that it was cold but not too cold. I stepped in and let the water wash over me. The cold was a shock to my system but was so refreshing.
As my body cooled down, I turned the water warmer a little bit so I wouldn't freeze. I tried to think what Wesley and Diego were doing right at this moment.
They were both probably moving heavy boxes up the stairs, their arms flexing, sweat staining their shirts. Wesley was surely telling Diego that it was my birthday tomorrow and that he should come over for drinks.
That was always the best way to approach it. Once he was over here and liquored up, it was easy to get them to join us.
I thought what it would be like to have Diego's hands all over me, his lips pressed against mine. All while Wesley pumped in and out of me.
My hand traveled down and I found my soaking wet pussy. A punch of electricity flowed through me as my fingers circled around my fleshy nub.
Just the thought of having two men all over me was sending my body into overdrive. My breathing quickened, my nipples perked up.
I pressed my fingers against my clitoris and started to rub myself. A loud moan escaped my lips and I leaned my back against the white-tile wall. My fingers slipped further down and I found my sweet opening.
My other hand clenched my large breasts as I pushed my fingers inside me. It was a poor substitute for a real man but it would get the job done right now in the shower.
I simulated a cock going in and out of me, imagining my legs wrapped around Diego as he entered me over and over again.
I pulled my fingers out and returned to my clit, rubbing around furiously.
The pleasure was building higher and higher. I thought of sucking two cocks at the same time, both filling my mouth and completely lost it.
My legs flexed and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I found my release. My spine quivered as I rode the waves of euphoria.
I spent the next fifteen minutes on the floor of the shower, bringing myself to the finish multiple times in a row. My legs were spent and my body warmed back up. I felt relaxed and fulfilled.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my chest and tucked it in. I opened the bathroom door to let the steam out and wiped the mirror down. I brushed my wet hair and and heard some noise outside the door to our apartment.
The front door opened and I peeked my head out to make sure that Wesley hadn't brought a guest. I couldn't let Diego see
me like this.
“How was your shower, honey?” Wesley asked, locking our apartment door behind him.
“Relaxing. But more importantly how did it go?”
Wesley smiled and joined me in the bathroom. He wiped my hair from my shoulders and trailed his fingers down my bare skin. “I can see why you like Diego.”
I pushed him away. “Don't keep me in suspense! What happened?”
Wesley walked out into the living room. “So I went over there and met him. We talked for a little and I helped him move a couple boxes up the stairs.”
I joined him in the living room waiting on pins and needles. “And...?”
Wesley chuckled. “And I asked him if he wanted to join us tomorrow night for your birthday.” Wesley walked away like he had finished.
I followed him and wrapped my hands around his throat. “I am going to choke you unless you tell me.”
Wesley gulped as I squeezed his neck. “He said he'd love to.”
I released my hands and jumped into Wesley's arms. “Thank you so much!”
“Don't get too excited yet. He can still run away after he comes over tomorrow. It's happened before.”
“I have a good feeling about Diego. A few drinks and he won't be able to say no.”
“I hope so. I don't want your birthday to be sad.”
I kissed him. “My birthday can never be sad if I'm with you.”
Chapter Three
“Are the bacon quiches ready yet?” I yelled from the bathroom.
“I can't even tell if the oven is on,” Wesley replied.
I groaned. Wesley almost never had to cook. Only when we had guests over and I needed help did he even enter the kitchen.
“I'll be right there!” I put on the finishing touches of my makeup. Darkening my eyes and making sure that everything looked perfect. I needed to look perfect for Diego. I wanted to knock his socks off.
I needed to make it impossible for Diego to resist me.
The kitchen was a furnace when I entered. The air conditioning still hadn't been fixed. With the sun down and the windows open, it shouldn't be too bad in here by the time Diego arrived.
I hoped.
I went to the oven and opened it up. The bacon quiches were just about done, browning on the edges just a little bit. “They can be in there for a few more minutes and then you can take them out,” I ordered Wesley.”
He couldn't keep his eyes off my figure. “That red dress looks amazing on you. I like how it matches your red lips.”
I spun around for him. “You like?
He nodded his head in big motions, his mouth a little open. “Diego is going to like this.” Wesley took me in his arms and kissed my neck lightly, moving down my shoulder. He moved the strap off my shoulder and kissed the bare spot.
I pulled him off me. “Save some for later, Wesley. There'll be plenty of time for that later tonight.”
“I'm sorry. I just can't help myself.”
A fear crossed my mind. One that I hadn't thought of yet. “Do you think Diego is married?”
“I went into his apartment,” Wesley started, “only a man lives in that place.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“No couch,” Wesley simply said.
“What does a couch have to do with anything?”
“He only had two armchairs facing a television. You think a woman would furnish her place like that?”
I couldn't stop laughing. “You're totally right. Why don't you get the drinks ready because Diego should be here any minute.”
I touched up my makeup with my compact while Wesley prepped the bar. We had any type of liquor that you could dream of. There was no drink that Wesley couldn't make.
“What would you like for your birthday drink?” Wesley asked.
My fingers picked through the bottles. “How about a tequila sunrise?”
“Coming right up.”
A knock at the door silenced us. “Showtime,” I said.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door. Diego stood in the hallway, dressed up in a nice black button-up and dark slacks. He held a bottle of red wine in his hand.
“Happy birthday, Alexa,” he said, handing me the wine.
“Oh you shouldn't have, Diego. Thank you” I took the wine and stepped out of the way for Diego to come inside.
“How are you doing, Diego?” Wesley asked.
“I'm doing great,” he replied.
I walked past Diego and put the wine down on the bar. “Look what Diego brought us.”
Wesley examined the bottle. “This is good stuff. You want wine or something else. I can make anything you like.”
“Whiskey on the rocks if you have it?” Diego asked.
“My kind of man.” Wesley mixed three drinks and handed me my tequila sunrise. Diego got his whiskey and Wesley mixed a gin cocktail.
“Why don't we take a seat on the couch?” I announced.
The three of us walked over to the living room. I let Diego sit down first and then I sat next to him. Wesley sat across from us on the other couch.
I shifted towards Diego and gave him a great view down my dress. My big tits were pressed together and my cleavage was massive. I could feel his eyes on me while I took a sip of my drink.
“I hope it's not too hot in here?” I asked Diego, wiping the beads of sweat from my chest.
“It's not too bad. It's the same in my apartment too.” Diego tipped his glass down his throat and drained it.
“You look like you could use another,” Wesley said, getting up from the couch. He didn't wait for Diego to reply and took the glass from him.
Wesley was following our plan exactly. Diego needed a lot more liquor in him before we popped the question.
Chapter Four
We went through all the boring small talk, getting know each other better. Wesley was doing a good job of refilling our drinks continually.
Even with the windows open, it seemed to get hotter and hotter as the night progressed. The enormous amount of alcohol wasn't helping either.
My face was flush and I had lost count of how many drinks we all had. My head was buzzing and everything felt tingly. All I knew was that Diego looked even more wasted than me.
“Want another?” Wesley asked.
“I don't think I can handle anymore.” Diego stood up and wobbled just a little bit. “It's getting a little late. I should be going.”
I stepped up immediately. It was now or never. I put my hand on Diego's and squeezed. “Do you have to leave so soon. It's my birthday.”
