Chad Browning lay on the couch in the living room, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. For the tenth time today he wondered if Marie would show. The enigmatic woman had emailed him a few days ago and asked what his schedule would be this weekend, and also asked when his roommate Josh would be around. He remembered the conversation well because it had come as such a shock to him.
When the phone rang, he never thought he'd be hearing from the woman he had emailed a few weeks before, and in fact it took him a few seconds to remember who she was.
"I'm Marie, the woman you emailed from the Craigslist ad? You wanted to pursue a fantasy of you and your roommate seducing the new neighbor lady... remember?"
"Oh yeah! Wow, I never heard from you so I thought you'd decided not to pick me... us," he responded.
"Well," she replied, her voice low and seductive, "I'll be honest, I did answer a couple of emails before I decided to call you. I guess the question is, are you still interested?"
"Oh hell yes!", he exclaimed. "Do you want to come over tonight?"
She laughed. "No, not tonight. Tell me when you and your roommate are free this weekend, and then I'll drop by unannounced. It'll make it more fun if you don't know when I'm going to show up."
So he had told her they were free Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon. Friday night he and Josh had ordered a pizza and watched porn in the hopes that their doorbell would ring, but it never did. Then earlier today Josh had told Chad he was going to work out and would be back in a few hours.
"But what if Marie shows up?", he asked his roommate.
"Dude, give it up. She's not coming. She's just another one of those people who get their kicks by fucking with people," Josh had responded. "But," he added with a grin, "if she does show up, just keep her occupied until I get back. I won't be gone long."
So Josh had disappeared, leaving Chad alone with his thoughts. He couldn't explain why he was so eager to have this happen. He wasn't a bad looking guy, about 6'2" and 210 pounds with dark brown hair and a decent build. He didn't have any trouble getting dates or even hooking up with chicks in whatever bar he decided to go to on Saturday night, but this was different somehow. Fucking someone's wife, for one thing. And fucking her with your best friend... that just doesn't happen every day.
Chad and Josh had met in college and become friends almost immediately. Both were business majors and shared a number of classes. They'd even dated girls who were friends in college, but none of them had been serious. And they'd never shared a woman before, though they had joked about it. After they graduated they'd both found jobs in the Philadelphia area, and had been sharing their condo for the past three years. Chad had just received a raise at work though, and was thinking about getting a place of his own. If he did that, he wanted to go out with a bang, so to speak. A big male bonding ritual before they separated and inevitably drifted apart.
Chad glanced at his watch. 2:40 p.m. She wasn't showing. This was stupid. He sat up from his prone position on the couch and reached for the remote at the same time the doorbell rang.
He froze for a moment, then forced himself to casually walk to the front door. He opened it to see an attractive woman in her early 30's standing in front of him.
"Can I help you?", he asked.
"Well, I don't need any help," she laughed. "I just moved in upstairs and I thought I'd come introduce myself to my new neighbor. I'm Marie." With that she extended her hand and Chad reached for it, feeling her soft skin beneath his hand.
"I'm Chad," he replied. "It's nice to meet you. Would you like to come in for a beer or something?"
She smiled, and Chad noticed what nice teeth she had. She was actually the total package... about 5'11 with shoulder length dark red hair, hazel eyes, a set of lips that looked like they were made for kissing, and a knockout figure. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. Big breasts tapering down to a slender waist, then flaring out again to broad hips. She was wearing a long black broomstick skirt and a tight white t-shirt that clung to her skin.
He realized he'd been staring, and Marie was looking at him with a hint of a smile on her face.
"Take it all in?", she asked light-heartedly, and he grinned sheepishly back at her.
"Sorry," he said. "You're just a beautiful woman and I couldn't help but get a little distracted."
She laughed, then walked inside of his apartment like she owned the place.
"By all means, get distracted. It's not every day I get a compliment like that! But I think I'll take you up on your offer for a beer too, if you don't mind."
She wandered over to the couch in the living room, looking at the artwork on the walls and the relatively tasteful furnishings. Chad crossed the hallway into the living room and shouted at Marie to make herself at home.
"Your place looks too neat to be a bachelor pad. Do you live with anyone?", she asked from the living room.
"Uh, yeah," he responded. "My roommate Josh went to the gym, but he should be back soon. What about you?"
"The usual," she said. "Husband and two kids. He took them to the pool this afternoon. Any excuse to get out of unpacking for a few hours." She said the last sentence not with malice, but with a good natured ribbing towards her absent partner.
"Well," he responded. "You're making your own excuse to get out of unpacking too, aren't you? Having a beer with your handsome downstairs neighbor and all..."
He mentally kicked himself. "Handsome downstairs neighbor?", he thought to himself. "Why did I say that? Jeez, she's gonna think I'm an egomaniac."
But then he felt a hand on the small of his back, felt her fingers gliding up his spine, and felt her breath on his ear as she leaned in close.
"You're right," she cooed. "I am finding my own distraction, and you are my handsome downstairs neighbor. And I'm definitely in the mood to be distracted. The question is, are you ready to distract me?"
He turned around and took her in his arms, feeling her hot breath on his neck. He felt like every nerve ending was on fire right now. He could feel the tips of her breasts just touching his chest, could feel her hands just under his shoulders, could feel her hips swaying against him.
"Are you sure about this?", he asked. "What would your husband say?"
She slid her left hand down his chest and took his hand in hers. Then she raised their hands back up her chest, until he was cupping one of her large breasts in his hand.
"If he saw this," she whispered, "he'd be asking you what's taking so long. My husband knows and my husband approves. Now, are you going to take this, or am I going to have to see who lives across the hall?"
His hand began caressing her breast, feeling her nipple grow hard underneath his touch. He brought his face down to hers and kissed her, tentatively at first but with growing confidence. Her tongue snaked inside of his mouth, dueling with his as one of her hands wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. Her other hand slid from his chest down his waist, until she was cupping his balls in her hand through his shorts.
"Mmmm, fuck yes!", she hissed. "You've got nice big balls for me. What about your cock? Do you have a big cock for your neighbor too?" Her hand slid up from his balls and began to trace the outline of his cock through her shorts. She stopped kissing him long enough to gasp as she felt just how big he was. She reared back and looked at him.
"My God, big boy! You do have a big cock!"
He smiled at her. "My nickname in college was Hanging Chad," he explained. His freshman year in college had coincided with the 2000 elections, and the correlation between his name and dick size to the disputed ballots proved to be an irresistible pun for the poly-sci major he fucked for a few months in the fall semester. As bad a pun as it was, he wasn't complaining. It didn't hurt his chances with women to have his endowment so widely known.
"How big is it," she asked.
"You'll just have to find out," he replied as he began kissing her again. After just a moment, however, she pushed him back.
"Can we go to the couch", she asked. "I'd really like to get a little more comfortable than making out in the kitchen if you don't mind."
"Sure," he replied. "We can even go to the bedroom if you'd like."
She grinned devilishly. "We could," she said. "But then I'm afraid your roommate would miss out on all the fun when he comes home. Wouldn't you rather he open the door to find me riding this monster cock of yours?"
Chad grinned as well, imagining the look on Josh's face when he came through the door. He nodded his approval and took Marie by the hand, leading her back into the living room. The bright afternoon sun filled the room with a golden light, and Marie looked like a fallen angel as she sat down on the couch and lifted her broomstick skirt to her upper thighs.
"I want you to lick me," she demanded.
Chad immediately complied, sinking to his knees in front of her. He began by gently kissing her just above her knees, sliding his hands up her thighs at the same time. He looked up to see her lean back into the couch, eyes closed and her breathing heavy. His mouth moved slowly up her thighs until he had to push her skirt up further. As her pussy came into view he inhaled sharply. He loved when women went without panties, and Marie's pussy was beautiful. A small triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair sat just above a fat pair of outer lips, already parted in anticipation. He could see her wetness glistening around her sex, and he moved closer to taste her.
As his tongue made contact with her pussy, Marie gasped out loud, then pressed her hands to the tops of Chad's shoulders to encourage him.
