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Your aunt and uncle’s apartment is on the thirteenth floor of the complex in the center of New York City. It’s expensive—way more than you would ever be able to afford on your own.
But your relatives are rich, so rich that they are traveling to their home in Napa for the summer, and have extended the invitation to you to apartment-sit and take care of their dog, Russel. They would pay, of course, and you had just finished law school, were broke, and tired of living with your parents for the past two months.
So you jumped at the chance. The money they were paying would be much more than you’d make as a public attorney and you were hoping that you could scope out potential jobs in New York.
But you were determined to make the best of the summer while you could. With any luck, there would be some cute girls in the complex that you could meet. Your love life has been lacking lately, to say the least. A summer fling might just be the thing you need.
The elevator doors open on the thirteenth floor—your uncle made jokes about the irony of how lucky they were to find it when they were looking for some place to move—and you jolt to find two older women standing there.
You feel severely underdressed in your shorts and tank top; the one on the right, who looks slightly older, pale with long dark hair and blue eyes that pierce through you, is wearing a cream colored dress with silver sequins that falls all the way to her ankles. It cuts low and you make a pointed effort not to stare at her chest but you think she notices by the way her maroon-painted lips curl into a smirk.
The woman standing next to her on the left is tall and lean, dark hair like her partner but shorter, with light hazel eyes that pop with mascara. She’s sporting a black blazer over a tight white shirt tucked into forest green pants.
It’s still relatively early in the evening. You wonder where they’re going dressed this nicely.
“Excuse us,” the woman on the right says, raising an eyebrow as if she’s challenging you. You blink and then realize you’ve been standing in the open elevator, blocking their path.
The other woman chuckles, pushing her tongue against the side of her cheek in amusement. You feel your cheeks flush. “Easy, Agatha. Don’t scare the poor girl. She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”
But the one in the dress—Agatha—just snorts. She takes a step closer and you feel the vague sense that she is scrutinizing you. “Haven’t seen you around here before. What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doing up here all alone?” It feels predatory, almost, but there’s a hot twisting in your stomach.
“I’m staying in my aunt and uncle’s apartment for the summer,” you say finally after swallowing hard. You raise your hand in slow motion and point down the hall even though you feel stupid for doing it.
The elevator doors start to close, realize that you’re standing there, and slide back open.
They share a glance and there’s a glint in Agatha’s eyes that’s shared by the other woman.
“I’m Rio,” the one in the suit says after a moment of silence, sticking out her hand for you to shake. You take it and the firmness of her grasp causes a tugging in your gut. Rio tilts her head. “This is my wife Agatha. We live right next to your aunt and uncle, so we’ll see you around.”
It’s a statement. A promise.
You nod, at a loss for words. Agatha smiles, baring her teeth to you, and steps around you into the elevator. Rio walks in on the other side.
One of them puts their hand on your back and the heat radiating from their fingers makes you shiver.
“If you need anything,” Agatha whispers into your ear, lips so close you can feel them moving, “don’t hesitate to ask.”
The hand pushes you forward and you stumble out of the elevator, whipping around to catch Rio winking at you before the doors close.
What was that?
You feel rattled, but there’s no denying the heat that’s running through your body.
Fumbling with the keys in your hand, you slowly walk down the hall to room 1307. It’s at the end of the hall, so there’s no wondering which room your neighbors are in.
There’s something about them—you can’t decide if it’s enticing or strange.
Russel, their golden retriever, runs up to greet you, tail wagging furiously, when you push open the door. Your aunt and uncle left this afternoon, but there’s a sense of emptiness in the apartment that makes it seem like it’s been uninhabited for weeks.
You drop the keys in the bowl on the end table by the door and lead an excited Russel down the hallway and into the kitchen. The gray tile contrasts nicely with the white cabinets and marble countertops. The island in the center has three bar stools and you take a seat to look at what they left you. A bottle of red wine, almost fifty years old, sits there next to a glass and a note addressed to you.
It’s from your uncle, giving you instructions on how to take care of Russel, even though his wife had gone over it in extensive detail over the phone last weekend, and telling you to enjoy the wine.
You pour yourself a big glass and sip on the earthy flavors while you walk through the apartment, seeing it in a new light now that it’s all yours.
The living room has an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the City and you lose yourself in the view for a moment before Russel hits the back of your knee with his nose. You pet him affectionately before checking out the bedroom.
A king-sized bed is positioned across from the wall with the door, with matching wood nightstands on either side. The duvet is a plain blue with a dark headboard and when you snoop through the drawers, you find a bottle of lube. You wrinkle your nose in disgust and decide that you’re never looking through anything ever again.
The ensuite bathroom has a huge stand-up shower in it with a gray tiled backsplash and a rain shower head. The counter for the sink is granite with a silver faucet and the toilet has its own sliding door for privacy.
A huge step up from the cramped two-bedroom house you were living in with your parents and the dorms from law school.
Even just being here has already made your head feel more clear. This is what you need. Just to be alone, take some time for yourself, and figure out what you’re going to do with your life.
For the first time in a while, you feel actually hopeful for your future.
Thump.
Thump.
Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up in the bed, woken from your slumber. What is that? Is someone knocking?
Thump.
It’s not coming from the door. It sounds like it’s the wall.
Thump.
You strain your ears and then—
“Oh, fuck,” a woman moans and you groan, head flopping back onto your pillow. For as much money as your aunt and uncle pay for this apartment, this is how thin the walls are?
“You feel so good,” someone else says, another woman. Your hand flies to your mouth as the pieces connect.
“Fuck, Rio, please.”
It’s your neighbors. Having, by the sounds of it, very good sex. You realize that the wall that your bed is against must be the one you share with them. Your entire body starts to burn and you unconsciously try to lower the sound of your breathing.
Not so you can hear it more.
Just so they don’t hear you listening.
“Are you going to come for me, Agatha?” Rio asks in a breathy voice, clear as day.
How do your aunt and uncle live like this?
“Yes, please, Rio,” Agatha gasps.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
There’s an unbearable heat growing between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together. Your hand is still clamped tightly over your mouth and you’re willing your blood to stop rushing so loud in your ears. You can feel their touch against your back, feel Agatha’s lips so close to your skin.
Fuck, what is happening?
“Come for me,” Rio says, “come on my cock. Let me fill you up.”
You sharply inhale and your eyes widen. Your heart is pounding in your core. You can see them so clearly in your mind—Agatha on her hands and knees, back arched, Rio’s cock driving in and out of her with a fast pace. Rio’s hands on Agatha’s hips with a bruising grip.
Do they know that Rio’s thrusts are shaking the bed so much that you can hear everything?
A delusion thought takes hold in your mind—do they want you to?
No. That’s crazy.
“Yes, fuck, Rio, I’m coming,” Agatha whimpers and there’s a high-pitched sound and then a low grunt. You wish you could see what’s happening, and then you instantly shoot that wish down.
Because these are your two neighbors, who are married and much older than you are. You can’t exactly see either of them wanting to bring you into that. You’re just horny and lonely and maybe you need to try a dating app.
There’s a few more sounds but none that you can make out super clearly.
And then about five minutes later, there’s silence.
There’s no proof that what you heard was anything more than a dream.
None whatsoever except for the burning fire inside you.
But you’re definitely not going to replay those sounds in your mind on repeat and pretend you were there.
And you’re definitely not going to slide your hand into your shorts.
Russel wakes you up a quarter after seven by licking your face repeatedly.
It takes you a moment to gather your bearings and remember where you are but then you reluctantly get up and grab his leash after sliding on your vans. You came by the apartment a few days ago to drop some of your stuff here, but you do need to go back to your parent’s house to get the rest of it at some point.
The bright lights from the hallway make you squint and you pull the apartment door shut behind you. You’re in so much of a daze that you don’t even notice the woman just a few feet away from you, also exiting her apartment.
“Morning, hon,” a voice says, and you jump. Agatha is standing there, in a black quarter-zip and teal leggings, hair tied back in a ponytail. “Good first night?”
The smirk on her face tells you that she knows exactly how your night was and heat bursts through you while you shift from leg to leg.
“Yeah,” you say, a false confidence projected but you’re not sure where it came from, “but a little noisy.”
Instead of even having the decency to pretend to be ashamed, a slow smirk spreads across Agatha’s face and she shrugs like she’s blameless. “You might want to invest in a pair of earplugs,” she says teasingly and then takes a step closer, something dangerous on her face. Her voice lowers. “Or don’t.”
A strangled gasp tears itself from your mouth before you can stop it and her eyes flash.
“Have a good day, pet. Try to stay out of trouble,” Agatha whispers, eyes raking over you, and chills erupt all over your body.
She winks and turns around and you have no choice but to trail behind her because she’s also walking toward the other end of the hallway. Will you have to get in the elevator with her?
How are you supposed to? After that?
Your heart races so loudly you’re afraid she might be able to hear it.
But at the last moment, Agatha goes to the right and pushes open the stairwell door. Thirteen floors down is a long way to go, but you think the game that she’s playing must be worth it.
She gives you one last look over her shoulder with a smirk and then you’re left alone with Russel, wondering what the hell just happened.
It’s two days later before you interact with them again.
You’re walking back to the complex after picking up dinner, spaghetti and meatballs from the cheapest place you could find—which still means you spent about twenty dollars on it.
New York City is fucking expensive.
But if you were to get a job here, you’re not sure you’d say no.
“Look who it is,” a voice says from behind you, just as you’re reaching for the handle to push the glass doors to the lobby of the complex open.
A tingle runs down your spine.
You’d recognize that voice anywhere now.
Come for me, come on my cock. Let me fill you up.
Praying Rio doesn’t notice your sudden breathlessness, you plaster a smile on your face and turn around, only to find her and her wife standing there.
Rio has denim jeans and a green crop top on, while Agatha wears a satiny purple button-down tucked into black pants. Both of them have teasing expressions on their face and you feel a warmth in your stomach start to bloom.
Agatha steps closer, close enough to you where you freeze, but she puts her hand on top of the door handle, almost on top of your hand, and pushes it open. She holds it open for you and her wife and you mutter a thank you as you brush by her.
You can hear their footsteps echoing on the tile behind you as you walk to the elevator. You can see their reflections in the gold glass of the doors.
And before you can press the up arrow, Rio reaches past you and does it herself. The button lights up but the doors don’t open.
“So, how are you liking it here?” Rio drawls and you step back in line with them so you can look at her easier.
“It’s nice to be on my own,” you admit. “I haven’t had much time to relax in the past few years.”
Agatha tuts and nods. “I’m sure it is. All that freedom to do whatever you want to do?” You smile politely and her eyes get darker. “Just make sure you’re being a good girl.”
“Yes, mommy.” It slips out of your mouth before you even know what you’re saying and your eyes widen in shock at yourself, but they both chuckle. It was supposed to be a mockery, but you said it in such a small voice, so pathetic, and now, it seems so much more.
The elevator doors ding.
Rio puts her hand on your shoulder blades and guides you inside. You’re almost nervous to be alone with them in a confined space. There’s something going on between you three already, and you’ve only actually known them for a few days.
But when you step inside, they hardly even look at you.
Rio advances on Agatha until the latter is against the wall with a hungry look in her eyes. Rio puts a hand on her waist and the other grabs Agatha’s chin and you watch with rapt attention as their lips meet.
Despite the fact that you’re in here with them, along with a camera in the right corner of the elevator, Rio’s tongue licks into Agatha’s mouth and Agatha lets out a small groan that makes your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt. Your breathing grows heavy and you stumble to the opposite wall, mouth slightly agape.
Agatha wraps her hands around her wife’s neck to pull her closer and Rio slots a thigh between Agatha’s legs. A heat unlike any you’ve ever known is spreading from your cheeks down your neck to your core.
Agatha’s hips slowly grind on Rio’s leg and you can hear them kissing. Would they fuck right here?
In front of you?
They have to know what they’re doing.
The doors ding and you feel the sore ache of disappointment inside your chest.
They break away, both of their lips swollen and cheeks tinted red, chests heaving laboriously. Rio tugs Agatha out of the elevator, giving you a smug glance, and allowing you just enough time to flick your gaze down and observe the visible bulge in her pants.
Your cunt clenches around nothing.
Come on my cock.
There isn’t much else in your mind right now.
What would it be like to have her inside you?
Now you can’t stop picturing yourself in Rio’s lap, her cock inside you, while you bounce up and down. Agatha behind you, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around you, rubbing your clit.
You almost forget to get off the elevator.
Agatha glances behind her to make sure you’re following and you are—even if you feel like you’re drunk. She whispers something in her wife’s ear and you feel a rush of paranoia that they’re talking about you, but you kind of hope they are. You just wish you knew what they were saying.
The walk down the hallway is too short all of a sudden, but before they slide their key into the door, Rio turns to face you. You stop, half expecting an invitation in. The agreement is already dancing on your tongue.
“Have a good night, pet,” she says, in the same tone as Agatha said the other morning and your knees almost buckle. Your fingers tighten around your bag of take-out.
Agatha smirks and leans in like she’s going to tell you an inside joke. “I know we will,” she whispers with a smirk and a wink and your lips part with a heavy breath.
Rio opens their door, revealing a glimpse of a hallway and a few picture frames of them on the wall, before her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she looks you up and down. You meet her stare, hot and heavy, and pray that she says something.
But she just chuckles, like something’s funny, before walking inside. Agatha bites her lip and smiles crookedly before following her wife.
The door closes and you’re left alone in the hallway, almost shaking.
Russel greets you at the door to your own apartment the second you open it and you scratch his head while you kick off your shoes. They have to be flirting, right?
All of that?
It’s not just in your head.
But why?
You puzzle over it the entire time while you eat your dinner, with Russel at your feet, begging for a bite. You give him a sad look, and maybe he understands, because he pouts and goes to curl up by the couch.
Agatha and Rio have to want something.
Do they really want you? Or is this just some ploy? Although, you can’t really think of an ulterior motive.
You rack your brain for anything your aunt and uncle said about them, but nothing comes to mind. They never complained about anything or anyone in this place, and you think they would’ve mentioned the flirtatious neighbors next door.
Unless your neighbors have just taken a special interest in you.
No. You have a hard time believing that’s what it is.
And yet, you don’t even fall asleep that night before you hear it.
Thump.
This time, you’re ready. You sit up straight in bed, teeth biting your bottom lip to control your breathing, while your fingernails dig into your thighs. It was a hot day today, and even with the fan on and the room temperature turned on low, you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of sweat off you, so you’re only in underwear and an old t-shirt.
“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha moans sultrily and you swear that you hear something that sounds like her wetness. “Your cock feels so good.”
Thump.
Are they doing this for you? It’s narcissistic and completely self-absorbed to even consider that they’re thinking about you right now, but you can’t help it. After everything?
“Your cunt feels so good,” Rio says in a low voice and you start to drag your fingertips up and down your thighs, feeling the pull in your gut when you get close to your cunt each time.
Thump.
If you said something right now, how would they respond? Would they immediately call you a pervert and never talk to you again?
Or would they like it?
Either way, you can’t find it in yourself to talk because you think you’re scared of either option.
There’s a faint whimper and then Agatha cries out, “Fuck, fuck, please, oh—god.”
A small grunt. “What would she think? If she saw you taking my cock like this? Think she would want to join?”
Is Rio talking about… you?
There’s no denying the pool in your underwear and you preemptively bite on your pointer finger before you move the soaked gusset aside and slide two fingers on your other hand through your folds. They’re wet, even more than you were expecting, and you almost let out a noise at how sensitive you already are.
“I bet she’d suck your cock like such a slut,” Agatha gasps and your hips arch up when your fingers finally touch your clit. It sends sparks racing up your spine and you breathe heavily around the makeshift gag of your hand.
“Fuck,” Rio breathes.
Thump.
Thump.
The hand that’s not rubbing your clit leaves your mouth and tweaks your nipples before sliding down to your cunt. You bite your lip again, feeling the sharp sting of pain because you’ve already chewed it raw, as you slip two fingers into yourself easily while you still circle your clit.
“Think she’d let me fill her up?” Rio asks.
Even though it’s rhetorical and obviously you’re not supposed to answer, let alone be listening to this in the first place, you can’t help but whimper, “Yes.”
“Oh—fuck, Rio, honey,” Agatha whimpers and you can practically imagine Rio’s grin right now.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Are you going to come for me?”
There’s no answer; Agatha must be nodding though.
Because you are.
Your fingers curl up inside you, filling you in a way that’s satisfactory, but not enough, and you don’t think anything could be enough except for them. You want Agatha’s fingers on your clit with Rio’s cock buried inside you while they make your mind go blank because of the pleasure they’re giving you.
Tension climbs up your spine and you gasp out loud while you clench around yourself.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
You line up your thrusts with each of the thumps and pretend that it’s one of them who’s driving into you right now.
“Come for me,” Rio growls.
Agatha and you both fall apart at the same time, based on her moans. You spasm around your fingers and make a noise of your own. Did they hear you? Did they know what you were doing?
Rio comes not too long after her wife based on the low grunts. You have the sounds ingrained in your mind and even when the couple next door stops making them, they replay over and over, making sure you’ll never forget them.
Much like the other night, there’s some quiet chatter that you can’t understand, faint rustling, and then silence.
It takes you a while to fall asleep, even after your intense orgasm, mainly because you’re not sure where things go from here.
It’s been four days since you’ve seen or heard them last. Since you masturbated to the sound of them fucking. Part of you wonders if they’re ashamed of how far things have gone; part of you wonders if you are.
But deep down, you know that you’re not.
It’s just fun. So what if your hot, older neighbors want to flirt with you a little? So what if you want to fuck yourself while Rio fucks Agatha so good that you can hear them through the walls?
Do they feel the same? Or do they feel that they’ve crossed some sort of line that they can’t come back from?
It isn’t until you’re right outside their door that fateful night, coming back to your apartment after getting dinner with a law school friend, that you hear them.
The same thump sound that you’ve become conditioned to, the sound that haunts your waking moments, the sound that you’ve started hallucinating because it’s impossible to stop thinking about them fucking.
You stop, right outside their door, and then press yourself against it without even thinking. Your hands claw at the hard surface of it, ear pressed against the wood, and you might just have to accept that you’ve gone completely insane over them.
But they wanted you to.
At least, you’re almost convinced now. All those looks, those comments; this is what they wanted to happen, right? For you to become hooked on them?
Was it just a game? Or was it real?
Are they just rubbing it in that they have what you want?
As if you’re in a trance, your right hand slides down the door to the handle. It will be locked, so why are you even trying?
Except the handle turns smoothly with no resistance.
The door opens.
Your head spins with a million different thoughts. You should leave, you know that. The rational part of your brain is screaming that at you.
But your body is on autopilot right now and you move through their apartment, practically the same layout as your aunt and uncle’s, trying to stay as silent as possible. If they catch you, there’s no telling how they’ll react. Sure, they’ve been flirting, but breaking in and trespassing in their home is a whole other story.
You think you must’ve gone insane. What would your aunt and uncle say if they knew this was what you were doing?
If you’re reading this the wrong way, if you get caught, and they find out? You’re as good as dead. Your parents will kick you out when you try to go back home, if you’re not thrown in jail first. Everything you’ve worked for is at risk.
And yet you still keep walking.
Through their kitchen that still smells of pasta. Through their living room with the blinds drawn open, showing you almost the exact same view as you have. You walk through the hallway on the left in the direction of your apartment, almost afraid of what you’ll find.
The door is cracked open and you peer through it.
It is a bedroom, but a small one, and your brows furrow in confusion. It’s not the same size as yours, even though they’re relatively the same layout. You look behind you and across the living room and kitchen, see another closed door, and a spark of realization jolts through you.
They must have a two-bedroom apartment. And they fully knew which one was against the shared wall.
This whole thing…they wanted it too. They set it all up, they knew you’d hear. The silence you’ve been hearing after they had sex must’ve been because they moved to their actual room. And why your aunt and uncle never complained about their noisy neighbors.
You dare to take another peak and this time you can see them clearly on the bed—Agatha on her back, legs held open by Rio, who’s thrusting between them. Both of them are naked and you watch transfixed as Agatha’s supple breasts bounce with each stroke of Rio’s cock, which you can see glistening with wetness in the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand. The headboard hits the wall each time.
Thump.
Thump.
Agatha rubs her face with her left hand and rolls her hips up to meet her wife’s thrusts. It snaps you out of your haze and you’re suddenly grounded in the moment.
“Fuck, please, Rio,” Agatha breathes and Rio huffs out a laugh and snakes her hand between their bodies to rub at her clit. She leans over her wife to kiss her deeply, never breaking her fast pace, and you feel a hollow ache inside your core.
If you snuck a hand into your shorts, neither of them would ever know. You could get out the second they were done. There would be no trace of you ever being here.
Although you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to look at them again after this.
“You like this?” Rio asks, driving deep, and Agatha’s mouth drops open with a silent moan. She nods frantically and you can picture the smug smirk on Rio’s face right now. You want both of them—you need both of them, and if this is the closest you can come to that, so be it.
Whatever you can get, you’ll take.
Even if this is really wrong.
Their entanglement of limbs and being able to see Rio’s hard cock has your clit pulsing and you bite your lip again, the skin just barely having healed from the other night.
“Fuck, please, more,” Agatha babbles and arches her back off the bed so Rio’s cock can get in deeper. You’re tempted to slide your hand into your shorts but you also just want to watch.
Rio brackets Agatha’s face with her forearms and slows her thrusts down but makes them more powerful and you swear you can feel it in your cunt.
Agatha picks her head up to whisper something in Rio’s ear and Rio lets out a guttural groan before picking the pace up again, her cock making a squelching sound each time it drives into Agatha’s pussy.
You lean against the wall, biting on your nails, and your fingertips on your other hand rest against the slightly ajar door.
Without realizing what you’re doing, you push it just a little more open. It creaks slightly and you freeze, somehow trying to push yourself more against the wall should they look, but they don’t.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your cunt is so fucking hot,” Rio groans and Agatha tilts her head to the side, dark curls spread out beneath her. Rio’s hands grip her thighs and push her legs even further apart and is rewarded by a loud noise from her wife.
“Her cunt,” Agatha breathes and your chest stutters. “I bet her cunt would feel so good around your cock. So wet and tight…”
Rio’s hips falter for a moment and her head drops down to rest against Agatha’s bosom. It almost breaks you but you stay strong. If you touch yourself right now, you’ll risk making a noise and it’ll all be over.
Even though your core is aching, your clit is throbbing, and you’ve never felt so overheated.
Agatha runs a hand through her hair again and Rio cups her wife’s breasts, pulling another moan from the woman on the bottom. Rio’s thrusts are becoming shorter and shallower and Agatha’s breathing is becoming heavier, both of their words becoming slurs that are hard to understand. You hear more things that you think are about you, but you’re stuck, unable to do something about it.
If you were a bit braver, you’d walk right in there and join them.
But you’re rooted to the ground, only able to watch.
Not that you’re complaining.
“Fuck, Rio, I’m going to come,” Agatha whimpers and Rio nods, picking up her thrusts again. She’s going deeper than before and you can almost feel her inside you, the phantom length dragging against your cunt walls, and you clench around the imagination.
What you would give to actually have her fuck you. To have both of them fuck you.
When this summer is over, you’re going to have to make up a million excuses to come back and visit your aunt and uncle, if only for the chance of running into their neighbors.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Rio groans, rubbing her wife’s clit once again. You squeeze your thighs together and shift, feeling the pressure and slight sense of relief between them.
Agatha keens, all of her muscles stiffening, and then she lets out a loud sigh as she relaxes after a few moments. Pink stains her cheeks and her chest rises and falls rapidly and you can’t stop looking at her boobs and the rosy color of her nipples. What would it be like, to suck them with your mouth?
Rio snickers, slowing down her thrusts. “Seems like our voyeur likes this too. Do you think she’s about to come as well?”
It takes you a moment to realize that she’s talking about you, even though you’re the only one she could possibly be referring to.
A smirk stretches across Agatha’s face and then her blue eyes meet yours in the doorway and your heart skips a beat.
Did they know this whole time?
Rio doesn’t stop moving inside her wife, who lazily rolls her hips to meet Rio’s thrusts.
But Agatha raises her right hand and beckons you into the room with two fingers.
As if you have a line connecting you to her, you obey. The door creaks as you push it open so you can fit through and you walk, as if in a trance, to the edge of the bed, feeling like a kid who got caught.
“We’ve been keeping the door unlocked,” Rio says, her voice strained even amidst her faux-casual tone, and she leans down to suckle on Agatha’s left nipple, who inhales sharply.
“We were just wondering how long it would take you to stop by,” Agatha says, sounding a lot lighter than her wife.
Even if you could say anything at the moment, you’re not sure what would come out of your mouth. An apology for spying? Or a question asking if you could join?
Rio groans and you don’t know who you’d rather be right now. The sound of their pubic bones meeting fills the air and with each thrust, you feel your clit pulse in turn.
“I thought I told you to be a good girl,” Agatha teases, bucking her hips up. It’s all surreal, watching them fuck in front of you while both of them are acting like this is completely normal. “But I guess you need mommy and daddy to teach you a lesson.”
A moan rips from your throat, so deep that your ribs rattle.
Rio finally looks at you, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek like always. “Would you like that, pet?”
There’s not a moment of hesitation before you frantically nod your head. Whatever it is, you’ll accept it more than willingly.
Although you can’t help but hope that you get to suck on Agatha’s nipples while Rio fucks you.
As if they know what you’re thinking, they both chuckle. Rio is still pumping inside her wife and you wonder how much longer she’s going to hold out for.
“Look at her, Agatha, the little slut wants us to fuck her,” Rio mocks, reading you like a book. Your cheeks burn, from embarrassment and desire.
Agatha shakes her head and meets Rio’s thrust again with her hips. “Well she’s going to have to learn to be a good girl first. I think…once you come, Rio, our pet is going to have to clean daddy’s cum out from mommy. What do you think?”
She’s asking Rio, but you can’t help but voice your opinion with a loud and pathetic whimper. Rio leans down to kiss her wife, completely ignoring you, and it only turns you on more.
Rio starts thrusting hard, pulling gasps from both of them, and you’re not really sure what to do other than sway weakly, your knees hitting the edge of the bed.
“Oh, fuck, Aggie, I can’t—” Rio groans and Agatha huffs out a laugh. Your mouth opens, just at the anticipation, and your vision blurs.
“Fill me up,” Agatha begs, scratching at Rio’s bare shoulders. “I want your cum inside me so she can lick it out.”
Rio’s hips falter and her head ducks down, focusing on driving into her wife with a passion that makes your core burn even more. You want to help in any way that you can, but then you see Rio peeking at you from her position—you see that both of them are watching you.
They’re both getting off on you being here, maybe just as much as you are.
“I’m gonna come—fuck, Aggie,” Rio gasps and then her entire body stiffens with a low groan, the same sound you’ve been hearing through the wall.
Watching is something you never even dreamed of, and you’ll never be the same.
Rio twitches and you imagine the warmth of her seed spreading through you instead of Agatha. Will you get to feel it one day?
She gives a few more half-hearted thrusts while her wife writhes beneath her, and then Rio looks over at you. “Are you ready?”
Mouth watering, you nod and climb onto the bed on your knees.
Rio pushes her cock one last time into Agatha’s cunt before sitting up and pulling out and giving you your first good look at both Agatha’s pussy and Rio’s cock.
Rio’s cock is red and slowly softening, but absolutely soaked with both her cum and Agatha’s. It still twitches and you have the sudden urge to take it into your mouth and coax it back to hardness so she can fuck your throat with it.
But you turn your attention to Agatha, the task at hand. Her pussy is swollen and puffy and pink, her clit engorged and peeking out through her lips. It’s still convulsing and you watch in awe as she reaches down her hand and spreads her folds with her fingers, revealing her throbbing walls.
And—Rio’s cum.
A white strand leaks out, slowly sliding down to her ass and onto the bed beneath her, and you flick your eyes up to check with Agatha, who is looking at you expectantly.
You move between her legs, still feeling like you’re having an out of body experience, and crouch down so you’re level with her cunt. She smells hot and musky and your mouth is dry, stomach twisting pleasantly.
A hand—Rio’s—buries itself in your hair as another glob slips out and she pulls gently to lead you to her wife’s pussy.
“Clean mommy up, sweetheart,” Rio says, rough and gravelly.
Your tongue sticks out experimentally and drags through her folds and Agatha jerks beneath you. The mixture of Rio’s and Agatha’s cum in your mouth is a bit salty and relatively tasteless, but you’re immediately addicted.
“How does daddy taste?” Agatha asks, a little breathlessly, and you moan as an answer. Agatha’s hips rock up against the vibrations and you eagerly begin shoving your tongue inside her entrance, scooping more of Rio’s cum out and into your mouth. You drink it, both of their wetness, eyes closing as you lose yourself more in it.
“Look at the dirty whore enjoying herself,” Rio coos and Agatha chokes out a laugh before groaning quietly when you suck on her clit. You don’t know if you’re allowed to do anything more than just “clean her out,” but you want to.
You want it all.
“I think we need to keep her around,” Agatha gasps and Rio’s hand tightens in your hair, holding you right where you are. You can feel their cum getting all over your face and you continue delving right back in, wanting to get even messier. “I want to watch her suck your cock.”
Rio groans and so do you, just as your tongue slides into Agatha’s cunt and curls up. Your nose roughly bumps against her clit and Agatha’s hand tangles into your hair too.
“Look how good she is with her mouth,” Rio says. “I bet she’ll be the perfect slut. I want her to eat you out while I fuck her hot cunt.”
You keen loudly and feel Agatha clench around your tongue. You want to say that Rio could do that right now, just slide her cock inside you because you’re already so wet and desperate that you could take it easily, but both of them keep you exactly where you are.
“Are you getting all of daddy’s cum out?” Agatha asks in a strangled voice and you nod as much as you’re able to and you hear one of them laugh. “You’re going to make mommy come if you keep that up.”
And you never had an option after that.
It becomes more about giving her an orgasm than it ever was about cleaning her cunt, and you start urgently mouthing at her, sucking on her clit, lashing your tongue against it, and then thrusting your tongue inside her. She’s clenching more, almost rhythmically, and Rio chuckles before tugging on your hair sharply. The sting makes you groan but you don’t stop and neither of them make you.
“Oh, fuck, you’re going to make mommy come,” Agatha keens and when you peer at her through hooded eyelashes, you see Rio’s free hand rolling her wife’s nipple between her fingers.
You scrape your teeth against her clit and then suck roughly while Rio whispers praises into your ear, and Agatha’s muscles lock, her hips jerking up, before she makes the same tell-tale signs you’ve been hearing for the past week through the walls and in your head.
She grinds against your face, both of their hands tightening in your hair, while you stick out your tongue and let her take what she needs.
It’s a moment before Agatha finally slows down and then she tugs you away because of her intense two orgasms and you sit back on your heels, inhaling deeply. You can feel the stickiness coating your cheeks and your tongue darts out to lick at the messiness and Rio watches you with a smirk, her cock half-hard again.
You wonder if they’ll fuck you now, help you out with the arousal throbbing between your own legs. Rio glances at her wife, who is still recovering, and Agatha winks.
Rio climbs off the bed and tilts her head so you follow her out of the room and back into the kitchen. She is still naked and you watch her pale ass sway as she saunters.
Where is she taking you? Is she going to bend you over the counter, fuck you, and let Agatha spy on you? Your heart skips a beat—you hope so.
But instead, she takes you right to the door, and despite her state of undress, she opens it and clasps your shoulder. “Next time, don’t hesitate to walk right in.”
You stare at her dumbfounded while her eyes twinkle with amusement.
The next thing you know, you’re in the hallway and Rio is closing the door on you. You take a shaky step back, still tasting and smelling their mix of cum on your tongue and face.
Does Rio mean that? Will they keep setting up scenarios like that to lure you into their bedroom?
Not their bedroom though—the guest one. Right on the other side of the wall that your bed is.
It was all a part of their plan, you’re starting to realize. How long have they been leaving the door unlocked for? How long have they been fucking in that specific room just so you’d overhear?
Since the first time they met you?
The thought makes your cunt clench again and you quickly go into your own apartment before anyone else on the floor comes out to see you in such a disheveled state. Russel meets you at the door and you pet him absentmindedly, walking toward the pantry to get his dinner ready.
He digs in immediately when you set the bowl down and you collapse onto the couch, still in shock about what just happened.
Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your shorts and you pull it out without thinking, hoping somehow that Agatha or Rio got your number and texted you to come back over.
It’s from your uncle.
How are things going?
You laugh out loud to yourself and Russel picks his head up out of his food dish for a moment before going back to it.
Everything is going great. I’ve met your neighbors—they seem nice.
It’s the understatement of the century.