It’s close to midnight and you’re just on your way home. Everyone was on vacation this Friday night so you were left doing all the work.
You tried calling home a couple times, but I wasn’t answering so you figured that I had already fallen asleep. You felt kind of bad for being late because you promised me that we would be able to have a “special evening” tonight. So you did not drive as fast as you normally would, in fear of what I may say to you once you got into bed.
As you parked your car, you noticed a glow coming from the bedroom. “Great,” you thought, “she’s still awake so I’ll hear about it once I come through the door.”
You unlocked the door as slowly and quietly as you could and crept in. The bedroom door was closed so you breathed a sigh of relief as you began to take off your watch and phone. Your head perked up and you took a sniff of the room. The smell of vanilla candles entered your nose so you looked into the living room and saw a couple candles and glasses of champagne on the table. With a confused look, you saw that the empty bottle of champagne was tipped over on the floor and right next to it was a pink sweater. “I don’t remember her having a sweater like that,” you said to yourself.
“mmmm yesss….”
You quickly turn your head towards the bedroom. All of sudden, a rush of anger surges through your body. “She’s fucking that Chris guy again!” At first it was kind of a turn on when I would be with Chris, but it’s been getting a little out of hand lately. And you didn’t think it was right for me to get a “substitute” just because you came home late.
As you turned the doorknob slowly and slightly opened the door, my moans were getting louder and more frequent. But you also noticed that the second moan was not from Chris.
You had to keep yourself from saying, “oh my god!” out loud when you saw who was between my legs. It wasn’t Chris, but Rita, one of our neighbors!!
We met Rita as we were moving into our apartment. She is 30, single, and works as a teacher at Central College. You first noticed her getting her mail when you were taking one of our moving boxes into the apartment. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight, red tank-top. Her big breasts stretched the shirt to its limits and you licked your lips as you eyed her long black hair, big brown eyes, and lightly tanned arms and legs. She is even shorter than me so her full tits and ass are packed in an even tinier package. Yes, she was a yummy one.
The three of us became good neighbors, but not best friends. You would chat with her while in the laundry room and she always was wearing something to reveal at least one part of her curvaceous body.
I’ve mentioned to you before how pretty I thought she was and you would tease me about all three of us “becoming better friends.”
You saw how much fun we were having and didn’t want to barge in and bother, so you stood there watching.
Rita had my legs spread wide and was licking my thighs. Her tongue felt so soft against my legs, I shivered as she licked. Her red-polished fingernails ran up my tummy to my tits. She took each nipple and pinched them as her tongue dove deep into my pussy.
“OHHH!!!” I screamed as my back arched. Rita began moaning into my pussy; licking and stabbing her tongue deep inside. My body writhing under her, she grabbed my tits hard and sucked my clit between her lips.
