Kinky Neighbors

by Jasmine Haynes

  He pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere. She pushed him down. Then Alexis was beside her.

  A vein pulsed along his cock as Cat stroked him. “Lick it,” she whispered.

  Alexis put her tongue to his slit, and he thought he’d faint with the intense desire.

  “Suck him,” Cat urged, squeezing his balls.

  The warmth of Alexis’s mouth made him shudder. She was shy, tentative. Then Cat put her hand lightly on the back of Alexis’s head and pushed her down.

  His eyes damn near rolled back in his head. It was the situation, his wife holding his cock out to another woman, her husband watching with hooded eyes, the scent of sex mixed with the yeastiness of beer, the licorice of Ouzo on his tongue. And Alexis.

  He groaned, shifted, driving his cock deeper without meaning to. Alexis wrapped her hand around him, sucked hard all the way up, then worried the head between her lips as she stroked the side of his cock between two fingers. Fuck, it was hot, different than Cat who liked long slow sucks up and down. Alexis seemed to have found some special spot just below the ridge. She probably did it that way for Logan. He’d probably taught her what he liked. and she was using it on Drew

  He threw his arms back, grabbed the top of the sofa behind his head, and let her take him to heaven. Then, Jesus, there were two tongues. He pried his eyes open to see Cat licking down one side of his cock as Alexis took the other. Finally, they took turns on him, first one sucking, then the other. The differences between them sent his senses into overload.

  Fuck. He was a goner.

  * * * * *

  The couch dipped beside them as Logan sat. “Christ, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

  Alexis hadn’t tasted another man in over fifteen years, hadn’t seen another cock up close and personal. Now she was sucking Drew, and she’d almost forgotten Logan was there. It was frightening. The beer she’d consumed had gone to her head, but the moment Cat held out Drew’s cock, everything suddenly became sharp, clear. She’d wanted it bad. Then there’d been only the sweet taste of his pre-come on her tongue as she knelt on the carpet between his legs and sucked.

  Logan was saltier, but Drew got harder than Logan, and there was a slight curve that seemed to allow him deeper access to her throat. His cock was a tad shorter, but he was thick, stretching her lips. A vein pulsed against her palm as she held him. Then someone pushed her head down. She didn’t know whether it was Cat or Logan, or even Drew. His harsh breathing vibrated against her ear.

  God, it was good. Sexy. Hot. Dirty, taboo, and breaking every rule. She loved it.

  “Fuck, she’s good, isn’t she.”

  Drew merely grunted in answer to Logan’s statement.

  Alexis backed off to breathe, still holding his cock, and Cat dove on it, not allowing him a moment’s respite. He hadn’t opened his eyes. He probably couldn’t tell whose mouth was taking him.

  Hand around her nape, Logan pulled her in for a fast, hard kiss. Cat was wedged between them, her hand in Logan’s lap, massaging.

  Then she held out Drew’s cock once more. “Make him come,” she whispered to Alexis.

  Alexis stroked him, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Cat’s hand moving rhythmically in Logan’s lap, caressing him, making him hard.

  “May I touch Logan?” Cat asked.

  Alexis jerked, the sound breaking her trance. “Yes.” How she could say no when she had Cat’s husband’s cock in her hand.

  Slowly, Cat tugged Logan’s zipper and pulled him out. He was hard, of course he was after what he’d been watching. Two women taking another man’s cock. It was just so odd to see Cat’s hand on him. Her skin was slightly darker, her tan deeper. She gripped him tight in long, slender fingers.

  Logan groaned, collapsing against the couch. “Fuck yes.”

  Then Drew touched Alexis’s chin, forced her to look at him. “Tell her to suck him.”

  She swallowed, realizing she was still stroking him gently, and he was hard and pulsing in her hand.

  She felt lost in his deep brown gaze. “Logan,” she whispered without looking at her husband, “make Cat suck you.”

  The words were like freedom. She didn’t have to feel guilty or bad or jealous because she’d asked for it.

  “God, he tastes good,” Cat slurred a moment before she took Logan deep.

  There was the oddest eroticism to hearing another woman praise Logan. Heat swept her body. Logan held Cat’s hair away so they could all see her mouth taking him.

  It was all so seductively naughty and hot Alexis wanted to touch herself.

  She might have but for Drew’s caress. Pushing a finger through her hair, he tucked it back behind her ear. He didn’t shove her down, didn’t force her; there was simply the inexorable pull of his gaze.

  He was gloriously naked beneath her, his pubic hair trimmed, his cock hard, balls tight and full. She needed to make him come, as if testing her allure, her prowess, her desirability. Yet this time, he took her, controlling her, fucking her mouth, and God it was exhilarating.

  The room was filled with wet, sloppy hot sex. Leaning over her as Cat sucked him, Logan pulled up the skirt of Alexis’s sundress, exposing her thong.

  “Christ, I love thong panties.”

  That could have been Logan, could have been Drew. But it was Logan tugging the thong aside and sliding down the crease of her ass to her pussy. “She’s so fucking wet,” he said in a guttural voice.

  Her whole body felt creamy. She sucked Drew harder as Logan found her clit. Spreading her legs, she made it easier for him to stroke her.

  Everything after that was all mixed up and yet it was heaven. She was in some neverland of orgasmic pleasure.

  Until she felt herself lifted bodily, two hands beneath her armpits. Without her even realizing it, Logan had shoved the coffee table further back from the sofa. This was one of his favorite things, lifting her, taking her high against a wall, or just balancing her on his thighs as he fucked her standing up, showing his strength, his power. For a moment, Logan held her suspended against his body. His lips at her ear, he whispered, “I want you to fuck him. I need you to fuck him. Please, baby, I gotta see it.”

  His voice, his words, his desires made her shudder with need.

  Then he settled her down to straddle Drew’s lap. She braced her hands on Drew’s shoulders and felt a moment of complete panic. She couldn’t look at him. “What about Cat?” she asked, as if she and Logan were alone in their room.

  “I bought condoms.” Giving tacit agreement, Cat ran over to grab the bag from the kitchen table. Earlier, Alexis had waited in the car while Cat dashed into the drugstore. She hadn’t asked, but she’d known what Cat was buying.

  Cat’s fantasy wasn’t just sharing a blowjob. It was this. It was everything. It was fucking each other’s husbands.

  Alexis was so wet and hot and crazy, she held out her hand. “Let me have one.”

  #

  Chapter Eight

  In the end, Cat rolled the condom onto Drew, slowly, gripping him hard, stroking him. Then she looked at him, her eyes that deep sexy brown as she whispered, “Fuck her, Drew, fuck her so good.” The words echoed their fantasies.

  As Alexis straddled Drew’s thighs, Logan pulled aside her thong. Her pussy glistened, her lips plumped. Logan stroked her clit, making it hard. “She’s so goddamn wet for you, man.”

  Alexis leaned back against her husband’s chest and sighed.

  “Fuck my wife for me.” Then Logan pushed her forward, and Cat held out Drew’s cock, readying him.

  It was like some bizarre ritual where they were each giving their spouse away. Cat had always wanted this couple thing more than Drew did. And Logan was obviously the driving force in their marriage.

  Drew didn’t know, with the prize right in front of him, why he was still one step back, as if he were looking over their shoulders, watching with a critical eye, examining.

  “Yeah, baby,” Logan murmured as he worked his wife. “That’s it, you need
it, you’re so wet. You have to have it.”

  Alexis moaned, a low sound that seemed to fall from her lips. “Oh God.”

  Cat pinched Drew’s nipple. Usually it made him crazy, but somehow it seemed calculated.

  Yet the sweet scent of arousal rose to him, began to cloud his mind in a way Cat and Logan’s machinations didn’t. Alexis, the lush aroma of her desire. Her eyes, slightly unfocused though the brightest of blues, dragged him into their depths. Her lips were full and red, as plump and needy as her pussy. An overwhelming desire to kiss her shot through him, tightened his balls, ached in his gut.

  “That’s it, honey, do her,” Cat crooned. “Logan wants it. I need it. Alexis has to have it. Take her.”

  Fuck it. He needed it, too. But he wouldn’t take her mouth. He wouldn’t put his lips to hers, taste her tongue. Jesus, that would be too much, somehow more intimate than his cock inside her.

  Drew grabbed her full hips, pulled her down, and with Cat guiding his cock, he slid into Alexis as if their bodies were made for each other.

  “Christ,” he murmured on no more than a breath. She was different from Cat, less muscular, her body somehow more welcoming. He wanted to revel in the feel of her except that she wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers. More than anything, he wanted to pull her flush to his chest, gently rock inside her until need built to fury. But Logan still played her clit as Cat worked his nipples. He was glad for the distraction. It kept him from losing himself in the deed, in Alexis.

  So he fucked her, setting the pace with his hands on her hips, rising to meet her, thrusting hard. Her breasts bounced, her nipples turgid. He bent to take one in his mouth, sucking hard. Her body contracted around him. She moaned, her scent fogging his mind, sweet, citrusy, musky, intoxicating. His need rose like an ache in his chest. His cock throbbed, his balls ready to burst.

  From seemingly so very far away, he heard Logan. “Christ, I need to fuck. Jesus, I’m gonna go crazy.”

  “Let me take care of him,” Cat whispered like a sorceress. “I’ll put him out of his misery.”

  Somehow Drew was nodding without thinking. Then the next he knew, Logan had Cat draped over the back of the sofa, entering her from behind, taking her doggie, the way she loved it, their writhing bodies so close, they brushed skin to skin, woman to woman, man to man, woman to man.

  Now Alexis was completely his. Drew pulled her down, buried his face in her hair. Maybe it was the craziness of switching spouses, the three days of thinking almost constantly about sex, sex with her. He gave himself up to the moment.

  “Fuck me, Jesus, please, God, I need it so bad,” he whispered in her hair, for her ears only, then gathered her as close as he could get, rocking deep inside her, the touch of her skin electric against his. When her orgasm rippled around him, he was gone.

  * * * * *

  Meeks Bay was about forty-five minutes north around the lake. Cat had found a fire road designated on the map that led up to a group of lakes. The first part of the road was flat, heading toward the mountains, the sun beating down hard overhead. The trail was lined with lupine, corn lilies, and dotted with a few snow plants. The snow plant was the first to rear its head at the close of winter. Not that Drew knew all that, but Cat had stopped earlier to talk to a couple of hikers toting flower and bird books.

  “You okay with all this?” Logan asked him.

  Drew figured it was a little late to ask. Last night, Cat had lain in his arms, alone in their bed after the over-the-top evening of debauchery and sex with the Harts. Whispering how hot it had been, how exciting, she’d taken him in the dark, fucked him, frantic; his sex life had never been better. She’d become insatiable, needing it every night. Though she’d had that screaming orgasm as Logan fucked her right next to him on the couch, she’d had to have more. Her fantasies were endless; she wanted to suck Logan while Drew was fucking her, needed a man beneath her, riding his cock as he was licking Alexis, wanted two men at once. So many dirty, filthy things she craved.

  What more could a man ask for?

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” he told Logan, glancing at Cat and Alexis ahead of them on the trail. Cat was several inches taller, her calves taut as she kept Alexis to a fast pace. With every step, puffs of dust shot up from beneath their boots, and they both had tied their hair in pony tails that swung as they walked, asses swaying in unison. Cat was sleek like her name, Alexis fuller, curvier, different but equally delicious. Yeah, holy hell, what more could a man ask for?

  Except to know Alexis’s mind. Had she been coerced last night? Caught up in the moment? Full of regrets in the morning light? “I’m more worried about your wife. Is she okay with it all?”

  Logan watched them, too, his brow knitted. Finally, he said, “I’m sure Cat’s talking to her.”

  Drew twisted to look at him. “Don’t you think you should be talking to her?”

  Logan smiled. “After we went to bed last night, I was too busy fucking her to talk. You can’t possibly imagine what this has done for her libido. She jumped me the moment she had me alone in our bed. I swear to God, she came five times, and believe me, it isn’t easy to make her come more than once. It takes a lot of work just to make her climax at all.”

  The overshare started an itch under Drew’s skin. He didn’t want to hear private stuff. He didn’t want Logan slamming his wife. This wasn’t his business.

  Yet he couldn’t help remembering how quickly and how hard she’d come last night with his cock deep inside her.

  Logan shook his head, went on with his thoughts. “My guess, she’s fine with it all. We’re getting what we need to put fifteen years of marriage back on the sexual track, so to speak.”

  “I guess that’s what this is all about, adding some spice to our sex lives.”

  Logan laughed loud enough to make the girls glance back. “Most couples don’t add spice by swapping partners. I’m not saying it’s normal, but it was fucking hot. I want more kinky shit with all four of us. Just thought I better get that out on the table in case you’re not cool with it.”

  Was he cool with it? Drew couldn’t define all his feelings, but they were certainly mixed. Yet he’d loved fucking Alexis. It was hot having Logan take Cat right next to them on the couch, and Cat’s mood in bed later had kept him hard long into the night. He felt like a young man again. He just didn’t know how long he’d keep on feeling that way. “Let’s play it by ear. When even one of us doesn’t want it anymore, we stop. No pressure.”

  “Sure. I’ll let you know when I can’t take anymore,” Logan said with a humorous yet sarcastic drawl.

  But would Alexis let Drew know? They hadn’t really talked since the first night in the kitchen while making the salad. She was more reserved than any of them. He’d been inside her, and it had been heaven, but he didn’t know if she’d tell him when it didn’t feel right anymore.

  Jesus, if it was ever right.

  He could leave it up to Logan to manage his own wife, but they’d had sex. He’d put himself squarely in the middle, and he needed to make sure Alexis felt comfortable enough to tell him when she’d had enough.

  * * * * *

  “I barbecue tonight.” Drew smirked at Logan. “You and Cat get the orzo salad ready while Alexis helps get the meat on.”

  Logan cocked a finger and shot Drew. “Yeah, dude, you take care of the meat this time.”

  Every exchange now had a sexual connation. Alexis found herself in a constant state of arousal. Last night, she’d needed Logan to take her again once they’d gone to bed. She usually came hard and fairly quickly, usually came more than once, too. But last night, she’d lost count.

  Her prurient thoughts had surfaced again when she awoke. Over breakfast, in the car, while they were hiking the Meek’s Bay trail, as she and Cat shopped for dinner. Cat had rehashed incessantly, how sexy, how hot, how perfect, how much she wanted to do it again. As long as Alexis wanted to as well, of course. It was all up to Alexis.

  She knew the reason for this barbecue tête-à
-tête with Drew. The same thing. It was hot. But are you okay? Why did everyone think she was the one who couldn’t handle it?

  Plate of marinated chicken in her hand, Alexis followed Drew out to the patio.

  “I’m fine,” she said as he lit the gas barbecue.

  “I know you’re fine.” He took the plate, setting it to the side.

  “We don’t need to talk about this.”

  He put the lid down to let the barbecue heat. “Yes, we do. If we can’t talk about it, we shouldn’t be doing it.” He tipped her chin. “Look at me.”

  Alexis hadn’t realized she was looking at everything but him. “What?”

  “You’re sexy, desirable, and God knows last night was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”