When I met Ryan at the gym the next day, I couldn't think of anything but Chloe's words from the night before. Well that, and how I'd feel about him fucking her brains out in ways I never could. The thought aroused me so much that I'd doubled up on underwear before leaving the house, in hopes of suppressing the many random erections that were sure to plague me during the day's workout.
"See that redhead with the big tits?" Ryan asked, indicating a stunning young thing in barely-there gym shorts and a sorority hoodie. "You wouldn't believe the way she screamed when I licked her pussy." I was struggling through my second round of crunches too much to answer, but I nodded appreciatively.
"I think redheads have the best orgasms," he went on. "But hey you know all about that," he swatted my stomach in a friendly fashion and nearly knocked the wind out of me. "I bet that little lady of yours is a freak in the sack, eh?"
Why don't you come over tonight and find out for yourself? I wanted to say. I still hadn't made up my mind if I wanted to allow that to happen, so I merely left the door open to decide later. "Yeah, she's not bad," I squeaked nervously. "Hey, she's asked about you, as a matter of fact. She likes to meet all our neighbors."
"Oh, yeah?" he asked. A lurid grin flashed across his face, as though he'd spotted some new prey, but he quickly concealed it.
"Yeah, you should stop by for dinner one of these nights."
"How 'bout tonight?" Ryan asked in an off-hand, confident fashion that left little doubt in mind that he'd be fucking my girlfriend tonight.
"Don't touch," Chloe slapped my hand away, when I tried to run it along her milky thigh. She was standing in front of our full-length mirror modeling a matching, lacy bra and panties set and stockings that I never seen before. I assumed she bought them that day when I called to tell her Ryan would be visiting us that night. "This isn't for you," she added with a sly smile. She then slipped into a form-fitting black dress that she wore to a New Year's party two years earlier. I'd begged her to wear it many times since, but she dismissed it as "too slutty." Not too slutty, apparently for Ryan.
Well, if we were gonna do this thing, better to come right out with it then grapple with a huge-dicked perfect-bodied elephant in the room all night. I looked at the clock. It was 6:40. Ryan was supposed to arrive at 7:30. I went to the kitchen to steel my nerves with a slug of Mr. Walker's amber restorative. I pounded one drink, then another. I looked out the window at 6:50....to find Ryan leading a slim, sexy blonde from his car to his apartment.
I took in the news that he may have had a change of heart with mixed emotions. Maybe I wasn't ready for this after all. I went back to the bedroom to break the news to Chloe with a happy heart. Maybe she'd let me take advantage of that dress and those stockings after all. But the sounds of Ryan's lovemaking reached her before I did. Ya had to hand to the guy – he worked fast.
"Honey..." I began.
"I know," she interrupted. She began hiking up her skirt and pleasuring herself as if I weren't there.
"Maybe he won't..."
"He'll come....ungh..."
I couldn't believe how loud she was being. I thought to shush her but I remembered I didn't exist to her at that moment. I didn't exist, and neither did the impossibly hot blonde Ryan was obviously bringing to incredible heights of pleasure next door. I felt invisible, but for some reason my erection was threatening to burst through my pants. Ryan finished with his usual series of grunts but too my profound embarrassment and arousal, Chloe kept moaning loudly.
"I guess we're not the only ones having some fun," Ryan's blonde giggled through the wall.
