The Man Next Door

by Vanessa Devereaux

  He stroked my clit until I was wet, my pussy throbbing. He spread my lips with his index finger and thumb, but it wasn’t his finger that entered me, but his tongue. He lapped at me and I gripped the duvet. I’d asked Jon if he would do this for me more times than I care to remember, but he always says though he loves looking at my pussy, he can’t stand the thought of sticking his tongue into it.

  Andy’s tongue now plunged in and out and then slowed down to a simple flick that was even more arousing. I pounded my fists on the bed as he brought me to climax.

  I looked down at his now pulsating cock. I wanted it inside me more than I wanted anything else.

  “Shit, I forgot,” I said, sitting up. “My boyfriend is going to call any minute and I’m supposed to play with Mr. Big for him.”

  “Mr. Big?”

  I opened the drawer and pulled out the vibrator.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” he said just as the phone rang.

  “Hi babe.”

  “Hi Jon.”

  “Is Mr. Big ready to play?”

  “Yep, he’s ready to play,” I said, looking at Andy.

  “So are you ready?”

  “Oh, I’m oh so ready. Okay, I’m spreading my legs and Mr. Big is disappearing inside my pussy.”

  I stopped talking as Andy glided a condom onto his cock, then into me.

  “You okay?”

  Jon must have heard me groan.

  “I’m fine, it’s just Mr. Big is cold.”

  “Don’t get too used to that thing. It’s only to be used when I go on business trips.”

  “I won’t. Mr. Big wants to play now.”

  Andy gave a hard thrust and I moaned. I put my hands on his chest as he went to work on me.

  “Sounds like you and Mr. Big are having lots of fun tonight.”

  Andy lifted up my legs and placed them around his waist. He slipped deeper inside me and was hitting spots that I didn’t think any cock had ever reached.

  Andy gave two more thrusts and I was gone.

  I only hoped the other neighbors didn’t hear me and think all that young woman does is have sex.

  “Wow, you sounded loud,” said Jon.

  “This thing is the best gift you’ve ever given me.”

  “Hey, my taxi’s here, but I’ll call again tomorrow.”

  I flipped over on my side to turn off the speakerphone just as Andy entered me again. He bit my neck and circled my tits with his fingers. He moved one hand to my clit, rubbing hard as he thrust.

  “You like that.”

  I was about to say “I love it,” when I climaxed again.

  “Do you know what your pussy does to my cock when you climax? It squeezes it and…”

  He climaxed two seconds later.

  I thought we were done, but he rolled me over on my back, parted my thighs, grabbed Mr. Big, and slid him into my pussy again. He didn’t switch the vibrator on but simply rolled it around and then ever so gently thrust it in and out.

  I sat up and rested on my arms so I could watch Mr. Big appear and disappear.

  “Feel good?” asked Andy.

  “Does it ever.”

  “Tell me when you’re about to orgasm.”

  He switched on the vibrator and I collapsed back on the pillow.

  I squeezed my buttocks and pressed my thighs on the mattress, feeling my pussy pulsate with each vibe.

  “I’m getting close,” I barely managed to say.

  Andy took Mr. Big from my pussy and then plunged his cock into me again.

  We both climaxed together a couple of minutes later.

  Chapter Four

  I didn’t have to invite Andy back the second night because he was waiting on my doorstep when I got home. We undressed in the hallway and I’d already climaxed three times by the time Jon called.

  We went through the same ritual as the night before. This time I was on my stomach with my butt in the air with Andy first of all using Mr. Big to make me climax and then two of his fingers.

  “Should I be jealous of Mr. Big?” asked Jon.

  “No,” was all I managed to say before Andy had flipped me over and was inside me again.

  “Hey, is Mr. Big still inside you?”

  “He doesn’t seem to want to leave tonight.”

  * * * * *

  When Jon called the following night, I was straddling Andy.

  “Hi babe, it’s time for surprise number two and three. Look under your oh-so-dirty books in the bottom drawer.”

  I slid off Andy, leaned over, and pulled open the drawer. I pushed the books aside and saw a pair of open-crotch panties and two pairs of handcuffs.

  “Okay, I can’t stop now. I have a meeting to go to, but we’ll use both of them when I get home.”

  I couldn’t wait. I stood up and slid on the panties.

  I walked over to the chair, sat down, and parted my knees.

  “Great view,” said Andy. He got off the bed and walked over to me. “I’d say I’m now looking at one of the Seven Wonders of the World.”

  He got hold of my legs and rested each of them on the arms of the chair. He licked me and then brought me to climax with his tongue. I threw back my head and whimpered. I didn’t think I could take much more pleasure. But I was wrong.

  He pulled me to my feet and we walked over to the dressing table, where I leaned over.

  “Let’s give these things a try.”

  Andy took the handcuffs, secured them on my wrists, and secured me to two of the drawer handles on the dressing table.

  I held my breath as Andy massaged my clit and then played with my pussy. His cock slid into me as he grabbed my breasts and kissed my spine.

  I was sure Andy’s cock was getting bigger with each thrust. He slid his hands down my stomach and rested them on my clit. He rubbed me hard and thrust into me with so much force I almost pulled the cuffs off the handles.

  “Fuck me harder,” I said, wanting to free at least one of my hands so I could rub my clit.

  He slid his tongue down my neck and that’s all I remember before the most powerful orgasm of my life caught me off guard. My pussy was throbbing, my legs were shaking, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stay standing.

  Andy carried me to the bed and I fell asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Five

  Jon stopped by on his way home from the airport that Saturday morning.

  I knew I couldn’t quit having sex with Andy, but I knew I couldn’t say good-bye to Jon either.

  He kissed me.

  “I’m tired and I’m jet-lagged, so sex is out of the question.”

  I knew what he was going to ask me.

  “How about you and Mr. Big putting on a show for me?”

  Mr. Big was close to bringing me to climax as Jon sat at the foot of the bed observing the action, almost mesmerized.

  I looked at him. He really loved this and that’s when I came up with an idea about having my cake and eating it too.

  I climaxed and he slid up the bed and held me.

  “Jon, how would you feel about watching me have sex with another man?”

  “I don’t know. I might be jealous but I don’t suppose I’ll know for sure until I see you in the act. Why, you got someone in mind?”

  * * * * *

  It didn’t take much to persuade Andy to be part of our threesome. At first Jon seemed uneasy, especially when he first saw us naked. He seemed to be pouting when Andy and I got onto the bed and I grabbed Andy’s cock. But as Andy started to plunge his fingers into my pussy and I moaned a few times, I noticed Jon starting to relax. A few minutes later he even walked over and sat on the bed with us.

  As Andy parted my legs and started to do his magic with his tongue, Jon got behind me, rested my back on his legs, and flicked my tits.

  I started to pant.

  “Breathe slowly, just enjoy what he’s doing to you because I am,” Jon whispered.

  Andy plunged deep and I cried out. Jon leaned over and kissed me.

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p; “Babe, that was so sexy and the biggest turn-on of my entire life. I’m not the least bit jealous.”

  Jon continued to sit on the bed as Andy slid his cock into me and brought me to orgasm soon after.

  “Hey, you mind if I get inside you now?” asked Jon.

  “I wouldn’t want anything else.”

  Andy knelt beside the bed and sucked on one of my nipples while I circled the other one with my pinkie as Jon slid his cock into me. Next thing I knew, Andy had got hold of my hands and was handcuffing me to the bedposts. He sucked my tits and playfully bit them as Jon drove deep and hard and I found release like never before.

  Andy kissed me, let go of my hands, and I pushed him back on the bed and slid myself down so my mouth found his oh-so-ready-again erect cock.

  As I leaned over to his cock, Jon slipped his hand between the cheeks of my butt and rubbed my clit. Andy reached up and grabbed both my tits and pulled on them.

  I closed my eyes. This had to be a dream.

  I can’t remember falling onto the bed after I climaxed but I must have done because the next thing I remember, I was on my back with my legs apart, Andy on one side, Jon on the other. Jon’s fingers were thrusting into my pussy, while Andy’s were playing with my clit.

  I sat up, feeling the need to watch both these guys go to work on me. I squeezed the cheeks of my bottom and slid back down, thinking every woman should try a threesome at least once in her life.

  It should have been me who was exhausted, but it was Jon and Andy who both just flopped on the bed and could do little else but watch me give a lap dance to Mr. Big.

  “I don’t know about you but I could do with some refreshment,” said Andy. “How about I go next door and bring us back some beer?”

  While he was gone, Jon gave me a back massage.

  “You never did tell me what my third surprise was.”

  He tapped me on the nose. “You haven’t already guessed that it was Andy?”

  “You knew we’d been having sex while you were away?”

  I flipped over onto my back and looked at him.

  He nodded. “I’d seen the way you’d been watching him. I asked him if he’d mind standing in for me while I was away.”

  “Jon, you didn’t.”

  “It didn’t take much to convince him. He admitted he’d been lusting after you ever since you were outside doing some topless sunbathing the day after he moved in. I’ve never known you to go topless in public before.”

  Shit, I was blushing.

  “And you’ve always dropped little hints about maybe trying a ménage a trois at least once and I thought this was a way of giving you two gifts in one.”

  “So you’re not jealous. I mean, watching us have sex, seeing another man bring me to climax?”

  “It’s been the biggest turn-on of my life. I wish we’d done it sooner.”

  I kissed Jon, just as I heard the front door opening.

  Andy came into the room carrying a box of cold beer.

  “So, Andy, you okay with making this threesome thing a regular thing?” asked Jon.

  “Sounds perfect to me.”

  I got comfy on the bed. Sounded perfect to me too.

  The End

  Author Bio

  Vanessa Devereaux writes erotica, erotic and paranormal romances, and also romantic suspense novels. This is her first Wicked story. Her recent erotic romance, Mistaken Identity, was also published by Cobblestone Press. For more information about Vanessa and her work, visit her Web site at www.vanessadevereaux.com.