All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
( ** Note ** This story takes place not long after the events of Leigh's Descent chapter 12 )
"Damn it, she's at it again!" I complain, as I hear the obvious sounds of sex emanating from Leigh Terrell's bedroom, directly above mine.
I can clearly hear Leigh's muffled voice, mixed with excited gasps and moans, and the sounds of rhythmic thumping, shuffling and creaking. Not to mention a mixture of voices, making it evident that there must be more than two people in that bedroom. Either that, or they are watching porn with the volume way too high.
I've lived here for nearly ten years. And, other than sounds of her kids running around, the only disturbances I can remember until recently was the loud arguing she had with her husband right before he moved out about five years ago. But in recent months I have heard obvious sounds of raucous sexual encounters coming from upstairs.
At first it was rare, but recently it has increased. I know that one of her sons has moved out and joined the military, but she still has another boy at home. He is out of school and working, but if he's home at all when this is going on, then he must surly hear his mother's escapades from his room, especially if I can hear them down here.
I sometimes worry that my son and daughter will overhear this noise in their bedrooms down the hall. They are both in elementary school, but I'm sure that they would be able to discern something about the noises. Thankfully, I don't think the sound carries that far. And they have never commented about loud noises coming from upstairs. The only thing they have ever complained about was when her son mentions the music being too loud in Danny Terrell's bedroom once in a while.
Tonight my kids are with their father. That asshole left me about a year ago. I know he was having an affair, but can't prove it. He is dating the woman that I suspected now. Our divorce isn't final, so he is being discreet about it, especially while we are fighting over the custody of my kids.
That's what makes the sex noise even worse. Not only does Leigh's escapades disturb me, but I have to hear the sounds of her getting off, possibly with more than one man, while I remain celibate. I have to confess that I have masturbated to the sounds coming from her place, but it is becoming rather annoying listening to a mid-forties, average looking woman getting so sexually fulfilled while I have nothing but my fingers to enjoy.
Don't get me wrong. I have men interested in me. I'm an attractive 32 year old. Even after giving birth to two kids; who are now 10 and 8, I still have a fit, 5'7", 36-26-36 body with full and firm C-cup breast.
I have what I could consider a pretty face. Perhaps not as much as it was when I was in my late teens and early twenties, but men have often complemented me on how much they love my sparkling hazel eyes, or how my light brown, blunt bob hairstyle accents the contour of my face. But despite that, I know that most men prefer to look at my tits and Shapely ass, which is why I spend so much time in the gym. I've always prided myself on my looks, but now I want to remain as sexy as possible for two reasons: So I can hopefully find a new man once I have all this court shit behind me. And to make sure my ex always remembers what he left behind to be with that skinny, cigarette smoking skank he ran off with.
But part of keeping my looks involves getting a good nights sleep. And lately, Leigh Terrell has been interrupting that.
Tonight I've had enough. I'm going to go upstairs and give Leigh a piece of my mind. I could wait until tomorrow, but I want to interrupt her fun just like she has been interrupting my rest.
And to be truthful, I want to know what the hell is going on and who it is with. I've tried keeping watch after everything has settled down, looking out the window to see who leaves. But I only rarely see anyone.
I know she is dating some guy named Tom. But she usually goes to his place. I rarely ever see him here. I wonder if he knows that she is having sex with other men?
Call me nosy, but I really want to find out just who, and how many, she is fucking. I would have never figured Leigh for a slut.
I've only slept with one man. I was a virgin until my senior year of college. And I ended up marrying him, going from Julie Carter to Julie Giles. I still haven't decided if I want to go back to my maiden name, or keep the same last name as my kids. I have grown used to being Julie Giles during the last eleven years.
I get out of bed and turn on the light. I'm wearing only a pair of panties. So I pull on a pair of light blue shorts and throw on a yellow tee-shirt. I look in the mirror. My nipples are poking through enough that I don't want to be seen this way.
I think of Ricky, the guy upstairs, who always leers at me in an uncomfortable way. At least that's how it seems to me. I remember laying on my balcony in my bikini trying to get some sun last year when I noticed Ricky looking down at me from his balcony that is over the one next to me. I can't swear to it, but I really believe that he was masturbating while watching me. Ever since then I feel uncomfortable with the way he looks at me.
Remembering that, and not wanting to risk him, or anyone else, seeing my pokies, I grab my robe and pull it on and use it to cover my breast.
I don't bother with shoes or slippers. I'm not going outside, just upstairs.
I grab my keys and shove them into the pocket of my pink robe, and step out into the hallway and march up the stairs from my first floor apartment to the second level of my three floor building. We do have a basement with one efficiency apartment, a laundry room and storage room.
I reach Leigh's apartment and knock. No one answers. I am about to knock again, more loudly this time, when, on a whim, I try the doorknob. It turns. I can't believe that she left it unlocked.
I slowly open the door and peer inside. I see no one, but I can hear the sounds of voices, and related noise of what can only be sexual sounds and comments coming from the main bedroom.
I walk in and close the door behind me. I'm going to sneak down the hall and take a peek and see just what the hell Leigh Terrell is doing. And with whom.
I move quietly through the living room and reach the open bedroom door. I peek inside and gasp at what I see.
Leigh Terrell is having sex alright. She is naked and between two men on her bed, who must be screwing her pussy and butt simultaneously, while two other men are standing on the mattress on either side of her, and she is going from side to side sucking each of their dicks.
But what is most shocking is that one of the men she is sucking is Ricky, the guy next door. But the two men sandwiching her, with their dicks in her pussy and butt, are her sons; Connor and Danny Terrell!
I have no idea who the fourth man is, and it doesn't really matter. I am appalled to see this incestuous orgy taking place before my eyes. And knowing that this is the cause of the sounds I have been hearing is outrageous.
I want to turn and flee, but instinctively shout out, "What the fuck is going on?"
All five of them turn to face me.
"Julie?" Leigh cries out, after freeing her mouth of Ricky's dick. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
Danny jumps off the bed and stares at me, as Leigh climbs off of Connor's lap.
"I think you have some explaining to do." I tell her.
I feel uncomfortable staring at the four naked men, all of whom have erect dicks protruding from them as they face me. Ricky strokes his seven-plus inch, shaved dick as he looks at me. I have never seen shaved genitalia on a man before. Then again, I've never seen a naked man, other than my husband, in real life. Only in old porn videos that my ex made me watch. Seeing four naked men now is quite disturbing.
"Look, we're all adults." Leigh says. I can't believe that she isn't even trying to cover her nakedness.
"Adults yes, but those two are your sons." I say, pointing at Conner and Danny. "That's fucking illegal!"
The guy I don't know speaks up, "Hey lady, I'm twenty. I'm just visiting for the weekend, but I know everyone of us is 18 or older."
"You and Ricky are legal. But there has to be something against Leigh fucking her sons, even if they are adults."
"It's probably illegal for you to break in here too." He said.
"The door was unlocked," I replied, "and who are you anyway?"
"That's Chris," Leigh answered, "He is my boyfriend's son."
My jaw drops. "Your boyfriend's son? My god, you're fucking your boys and your boyfriend's son. And Ricky, all at the same time. You are fucking sick!"
"You don't understand our relationship." Leigh began.
"You're fucking right I don't understand. It's just fucking disgusting. You can't be doing this. Someone has to stop you!"
I jump with a start as someone grabs me from behind. "Who, what?" I cry out.
Hands grab me and push me into the bedroom.
"Do we have a problem?" A man's voice asks.
Chris speaks up, "Sort of, dad. This lady busted in on us."
"Dad?" I stammer.
I am shoved forward. Ricky and Chris grab my arms and turn me around so that I am facing everyone in the room. The newcomer is an older man. I've seen him coming and going with Leigh before and recognize him to be Tom, her boyfriend. And apparently the father of Chris.
"You know that she is fucking your son, and her boys too?" I ask.
Tom nods his head. "It's a recent development. Let's just say that Leigh has a pretty exciting sex life and she keeps a lot of people happy."
"Kiara says to tell the whore hi and she can't wait to see you this weekend." Tom says to Leigh.
Leigh nodded knowingly. I have no idea what the hell they're talking about.
"I'm glad you left the door unlocked for me." He said.
"I didn't think we would hear you knock. But that's apparently how Julie got in." Leigh said.
"Let me go!" I insist. Having four naked men, and Leigh still nude, is making me uncomfortable.
Ricky pulls my robe open and looks me over. "We need some assurances that you're not going to cause any trouble before you can leave." He says.
"What do you have in mind?" Leigh asks.
Ricky reaches up and rubs my stiff nipple with his index finger. "Stop that!" I object.
"I can grab my video camera and we can make Mrs. Giles a star in our own porn video."
"Wh-no!" I protest.
"Don't worry, no one will see it if you keep your mouth shut." He tells me.
Tom grins. Then he says to Chris, "Just think, this was going to be the first time we fuck the same woman at the same time. And now we're going to do it to two woman."
"No you are not." I insist, trying to break free.
Tom takes Ricky's place holding me as Ricky grabs his pants and puts them on before leaving.
Danny looks me over. "God damn, I get to fuck my second woman tonight."
