It was just past midnight when Anna and Ryan tumbled hand-in-hand out of the backseat of their Uber and into the unevenly lit parking lot of their suburban apartment complex. The attractive young newlyweds had been out celebrating the engagement of two of Anna's coworkers, and they were arriving home in a pleasant state of mild drunkenness. As their ride's taillights disappeared back into the night, Ryan pulled his wife's petite frame tightly against his taller, more muscular body.
Leaning down, Ryan pulled Anna into a feral open-mouthed kiss which left them both a little dizzier than could be explained by the alcohol coursing through their systems alone. As they stood locked in their passionate embrace, Ryan could feel Anna's firm braless breasts and stiff nipples pushing against him through her skintight minidress. Encouraged by his wife's obvious arousal, Ryan's hands slid slowly down Anna's back until he was cupping the firmness of her shapely ass.
Unable to contain himself, Ryan flexed his fingers and began to gently massage his wife's backside. As he dug his fingertips into her flesh, Anna's drunken giggles turned into needy moans and her kisses deepened in their fervor. When she wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck and snaked her tongue into his mouth while subtly grinding her stomach against the bulge of his rapidly hardening cock, Ryan became even bolder, sliding his hands down below the already dangerously short hemline of Anna's dress. When he drug his hands back up, the slinky material of her dress came with them, rising above her hips to bunch around her waist.
Anna seldom wore panties, especially when dressed for a night on the town, and this night was no exception. Ryan's wandering hands left her bare bottom fully exposed to the cool mid-October air. The pale perfection of her toned ass was illuminated by the softly glowing lights of the parking lot, but an urgent need for her husband's touch burned away any cares she might have had about one of their neighbors seeing her so exposed. Truth be told, Anna had a strong exhibitionist streak which she loved to indulge whenever possible; if anything, her state of exposure only further heightened her already soaring libido.
Ryan settled his hands at Anna's waistline, the tips of his thumbs massaging the naked skin just above the points of her hip bones. He broke himself away from their kiss to tilt his head over to the side and nibble on Anna's earlobe, eliciting a lusty gasp from his wife.
"Such a fucking dirty girl, showing off your naked ass out here in the parking lot. Anyone who looked out their window could see you right now," he whispered in her ear.
Anna made a satisfied noise in the affirmative. Ryan had discovered early in their relationship that dirty talk, especially if it carried a hint of degradation, was a major turn-on for her. His wife enjoyed being called a slut.
With a seductive smile on her lips, Anna slid one diminutive hand between their bodies and found Ryan's engorgement straining against the front of his pants. While her husband began nibbling on the side of her neck, she deftly unzipped his khakis. Wriggling her hand inside, she began rubbing him over the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Fuck yes, babe," Ryan groaned.
Anna grasped his thick shaft and began firmly rubbing the pad of her thumb in small circles on the underside of his cock, just below the head. Ryan started involuntarily thrusting slightly into his wife's hand. His girth was such that she couldn't quite close her fingers all the way around him, but she knew from experience exactly how and where he liked her to use her hands.
"You enjoying that, baby?," Anna asked huskily. "You like it when your sexy little wife plays with your big fat cock?"
Ryan grunted out his pleasure and, leaving her short dress gathered around her waist, brought both his hands up to where Anna's neck met her shoulders. He laced his fingers into the silky brown hair at the nape of her neck and rubbed his thumbs just in front of her ears. Anna giggled sultrily and tugged his manhood out through the fly of his briefs and into the crisp night air. Ryan's now bared cock was fully erect and she began jerking its length earnestly, twisting her hand slightly with each stroke. While her husband stared down hungrily into her deep brown eyes, Anna bit her lower lip and began slowly lowering herself in front of him.
Just as her knees touched the asphalt, a door slammed loudly nearby. The amorous young couple were snapped out of the drunken, sexual trance they had woven around themselves by the reality that one of their neighbors was likely approaching.
"Fuck, baby, as much as I want to suck your cock right here, I guess we'd better take it inside before we shock one of our poor neighbors," Anna sighed. Even as she said the words, however, she began kissing Ryan's cock as though she were begging him to disagree.
"Shit, you're probably right," Ryan mumbled. He was so hard, though, that it was a struggle to cram his cock back into the confinement of his pants. He finally had to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers completely to get himself put away properly, and even then the outline of his erection against the light-colored cloth was still painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look. Anna, on the other hand, had no such struggles, needing only to tug her short dress down over her shapely ass.
Once the pair had sorted themselves, they moved briskly towards their building. Anxious to resume their tryst, they hastened up the steps to their second floor apartment. Upon reaching the landing between the two flights of stairs, they came face-to-face with the young woman who lived in the apartment next to theirs heading in the opposite direction.
The girl was decked out head-to-toe in stereotypical goth attire. She was a tiny thing, scarcely five feet tall, though her actual height was difficult to assess due to the massive platform soles built into her chunky black combat boots. In addition to her diminutive height, she was also very slightly built, rail thin and flat chested, but she did have an attractively tight butt which was enhanced by the tiny tight black denim shorts she wore. Her hair was an unnatural shade of pitch black and styled in two long braids in the back, but with unevenly cut bangs in the front that reached down to just above her eyes.
The girl's skin was deathly pale, where it wasn't covered by tattoos. Her pallor contrasted sharply with the heavy black eyeshadow and deep purple lipstick coloring her face. She was pierced seemingly everywhere; one nostril, septum, both eyebrows, lower lip, and multiple times in each ear. Barbell piercings through her nipples stood out prominently, straining against her skin-tight black halter top. The neighbor girl's whole look was finished off with raggedly torn fishnet stockings, various chains and silver rings, and an upside-down crucifix pendant around her neck.
Although they had never actually met or been introduced, Anna knew their neighbor's name was Erin because she had heard the girl's boyfriend grunt out her name often enough (along with the many other things he called her) through the thin apartment walls when they were fucking. Anna had fallen into quite the naughty habit of eavesdropping on the couple's vigorous and frequent copulating, usually in the late mornings after Ryan had already left for work but before she needed to leave for her shift at the hospital. Most of the time, though they had no way of knowing it, Anna engaged in a little solo love of her own while listening to them.
As they passed on the stairwell, the girl's eyes skipped over Anna dismissively and went straight to Ryan. She made a point of looking him up and down, her gaze openly lingering on the front of his pants where his erection still bulged. The girl made no effort to hide her interest and, apparently liking what she saw, broke into a wide, toothy smile. For his part, Ryan ogled her right back, his eyes just as obviously locking onto the outline of the nipple piercings pushing against her top.
Anna stood awkwardly holding Ryan's hand, momentarily stunned into silence as her normally straight-laced husband and this tiny goth girl eye-fucked each other on the stairs outside their apartment. The moment was fleeting, with Anna tugging Ryan upwards towards their front door while the girl continued on her way down the stairs. Anna took one quick glance back to see if Erin was gone, and found her staring back up at them wearing a knowing smirk. The two women shared a brief moment of eye contact before Erin finally turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs.
As Anna tried to sort out her feelings about the odd encounter, Ryan dug out his keys and opened their apartment door. The pair silently stepped inside and, once the door had shut firmly behind them, Ryan pounced. He pinned Anna roughly against him, eager to resume their interrupted rendezvous from the parking lot.
Part of Anna's mind told her she should be pissed that Ryan had shared such an oddly intimate moment with their brazen neighbor, but another part took pleasure in knowing that the girl found her husband desirable. She was also surprised that Ryan so obviously found Erin attractive, as he had never before shown any indication that his tastes in women included any kind of appreciation for the "alternative" look. Ryan had married her, after all, and Anna's appearance was as close to the traditional all-American girl-next-door as one could ask.
Anna's internal musings were interrupted by Ryan's mouth at her neck once more and his hands tugging her dress back up over her ass. This time once he got it to her waist he kept going, lifting it up and over her head before carelessly tossing the garment aside onto the linoleum floor of their front entryway. Pulling his wife away from her conflicted thoughts, he backed her against the wall then tightly pressed his body against hers, leaving her nearly breathless. Interlacing her fingers with his, he pinned Anna's hands above her head before leaning down and devouring her mouth, kissing her with a level of erotic violence that made her pussy tingle and a needy groan escape her throat.
As they made out, Anna could feel Ryan's stiff cock prodding insistently against her stomach. Though she didn't know how it was possible, he felt even harder than he had in the parking lot just a few minutes earlier. She could almost swear that she could feel the veins in Ryan's shaft throbbing through his pants, but she couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a combination of her racing heart and the unbridled sexual need pulsating through her own body.
Her thoughts settling, Anna decided that ultimately it didn't matter what or who had gotten Ryan so fired up; in fact, it was adding a novel jealous edge to her horniness to think about another woman getting her husband this excited. In the end, she thought, it didn't really matter anyway; it was she, not Erin, who would be reaping the benefits of Ryan's arousal. Still, Anna decided she couldn't miss the opportunity to tease Ryan about his little mutual admirer, especially knowing from experience that getting him just a little bit angry or embarrassed always made him pound her so hard she could barely walk the next day.
