Brad had been watching me watch our neighbor every time he stepped onto the elevator.

We lived in a 20-floor high-rise, circa 1970-something. The place had retro charm but was well staffed and maintained. It also happened to include a cornucopia of people. Old, young, middle-aged, flamboyant, boring, and in between. It was a true melting pot, and Brad and I loved it.

The object of my attention was about 30 — a good 15 years younger than me — and dressed like he’d stepped out of a men’s magazine, one my husband would never bother to pick up. But I would. I liked all kinds of magazines. And all kinds of men.

That day I had to stifle a smile as he got off on the fifth floor to head home to his apartment.

“You should approach him,” Brad said once the doors had shut.

I tried to look surprised, but only for a second. “Stop stalking me,” I said.

That made him laugh. We’d been married for seven years, but I still said that to him when he noticed something I didn’t quite want him to notice.

“I’m not stalking you. But I do see how you look at Mr. Fashion.”

“Mr. Fashion? Is someone jealous?”

Another laugh from Brad as the elevator slowly ascended to our floor. “Hardly. But I’d love to see the smile on your face after you’ve fucked him. And then I’d love to see what you’d do with that mouth on my cock because you’re all worked up about the fact that you fucked him.”

Heat flooded my cheeks so fast I put my hands to them. “Be quiet.” Neither of us was fooled. My voice was breathy.

“He lives on five. He rides the elevator at roughly 7:30 every morning. And he checks out your tits when you’re not looking,” he said matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes, but my pussy was wet — very wet — inside my panties. I pushed Brad against the wall of the elevator. We were the only two riders at the moment. “Take me home and fuck me,” I begged.

Brad grabbed my ass and pressed himself against me. I could feel how hard his cock was. “Gladly.”

We barely made it in the front door. The second it shut, he shoved me against the wall, face-first. My cheek pressed to the cool surface, my hands splayed for balance. He hiked up my dress and yanked my panties down and off. He knocked his knee against mine, forcing my stance wider.

“Let’s see how wet you are.” He pushed his fingers into my pussy, and I moaned. “Oh, not wet,” he said, mouth pressed against my earlobe. “Drenched.”

A shiver ran through me, and I sighed as I heard his zipper. Then his cock was sweeping back and forth against my soaked slit before he jammed himself into me roughly.

“Tell me,” I gasped.

“Oh, what? That I think his cock will be longer than mine but not as thick — ”

“I watched him trail his cock over my clit and then back along my opening.”

His fingers bit into my hips, and I drove myself back to take him deeper. “Yes.”

“Or that I think he’ll want to fuck you doggy-style?”

I nodded.

“Or that I think he’s a pussy-eating machine? I think he’ll go for at least two orgasms before he fucks you. He’ll want to drink down all those sweet juices before he shoots his load.”

I came, pressing my forehead to the wall and my hand to my mouth to stifle my cries. The neighbors didn’t need to know I was getting fucked in the foyer.

Brad sucked on his thumb and pushed the damp digit into my ass. He thrust three more times and finally came with a bellow.

I laughed softly.

“I’ve told you, honey, you can come as loud as you want. Concrete walls. Old-school craftsmanship.” Then he smacked me on the ass. “Tomorrow — 7:30 sharp. You go out before me. I’ll hang back.”

I went to bed wondering if all the stuff Brad had speculated would turn out to be true. I couldn’t wait to find out.

The next day, I waited for the elevator, hoping I’d get to find out if his cock was longer but not as thick as Brad’s. My heart was pounding away in my chest as I took a sip of strong coffee from my travel mug. That would surely help my galloping pulse, right?

When the elevator door opened, the car was empty. Amazing. I rode down, watching it tick past all the floors I hoped to skip. Was it possible that fate would smile on me, and we’d ride alone? The car stopped on six, and my heart dropped. But when the door slid open the woman standing there was rummaging through her huge tote. “Go on,” she said with a wave of her hand as she turned away. “I left my lunch in the fridge.”

I nodded, trying not to look thrilled. The doors next opened on five, and there was my boy. He stepped on, smiled at me, and I noticed his gaze linger on my breasts. I’d worn a low-cut wrap dress just for the occasion. I did the only thing I could think to do as the elevator started to descend again. I said, “Hi,” and then I kissed him.

The rest was a blur.

We arrived at the lobby, he hit the button for five, and we immediately went back up.

He had his hand under my skirt before his front door was open. “I thought you were married.”

“I am. We have an understanding.”

He growled. His name was Joel, and he had a long cock — that much I knew already.

“I like it. I’ve been watching — ”

“My tits, from what I hear.” I watched as he pulled the tie on my wrap dress, and it fell open. Beneath, I wore a black lace demi-cup bra — and nothing else.

“Jesus.” He dropped to his knees, and I leaned against the long entryway table. I spread my legs and watched him touch his tongue to my clit almost reverently. At first, he used only the rigid tip, and then he lapped at me with more enthusiasm. And then he grew even bolder, burying his face between my thighs, and went at me.

I rested my hand on top of his head, sliding my fingers into his dark, wavy hair. I arched my back, aching to get more of his tongue. He slipped it expertly over and around my clitoris before teasing me by tracing the edges of my outer lips. Then he returned to long, slow licks before switching to quick, flirty flicks. When he wrapped his lips around my clit and drew on it like he was sucking through a straw I lost it. I came, shoving my hips forward so hard I felt his teeth graze my tender flesh. In my excitement, I yanked on his hair, making him hiss.

“Sorry,” I uttered breathlessly.

He shook his head and slipped two fingers into my cunt. Then his mouth was back on my pussy, his tongue doing amazing things to me. “Again,” he said, muffled by a mouthful of cunt. But who was I to complain?

Joel fucked me with his fingers and lapped at me gently until I could handle a bit more force. And then he nudged and sucked, sweeping his tongue across my clitoris until I came all over again. The pressure he’d created built to a beautiful impossibly intense climax that rattled me to my core.

Joel yanked my wrist and dragged me to the floor. He got me on all fours, and I heard the sound of his zipper and belt being unfastened. I smiled, remembering Brad’s prediction, and wondering how much ribbing I’d get.

My neighbor slid his cock into me, keeping a hand on my lower back as he maneuvered himself inside me. He was longer than Brad and his cock was thinner. I wondered how my husband guessed these things, but when Joel started fucking me in earnest I decided I could think about it later.

He stayed close to me, his thighs almost touching the back of mine as he drove into me with brutal jabs. There was barely any withdrawal, just repetitive deep bursts of movement that knocked my G-spot over and over in the perfect rhythm until I was coming with my forehead pressed against the hardwood floor. I’d have that weird pattern on my forehead for a while. I didn’t care.

“Turn around,” he said, once I’d caught my breath.

I did as he ordered and began to suck his irresistible cock. He held himself at the base, offering his erection to me, and I swallowed his length as best I could. He put his hand on the back of my head and slowly slid his dick in and out of my mouth, but he soon wanted more. Joel grunted impatiently and pushed me onto my back.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I obeyed, vibrating with anticipation. I watched him trail his cockhead over my clit and then back along my wet opening. His jaw was set tight, his face intense.

He moved up and straddled my chest to slide his glossy-wet dick between my tits. I held them tight, embracing him with my flesh, and let him thrust to his heart’s content. As he looked into my eyes, he tit-fucked me leisurely.

“You’re so damn pretty,” he said.

I didn’t say anything, just rocked my body to increase the friction for him.

Joel’s eyes slammed shut, and he made a gruff sound. Then he pulled back and jammed his cock into my cunt with one hard thrust. He shoved his hands beneath my ass as I moved up to take him. My hair swirled around me on the hardwood. I could hear my own shallow breath, and every thrust drove me closer and closer to coming again.

I hooked a leg around his waist and raised my hips, eager to feel him deeper inside me. Joel buried his face against the side of my neck as his hands pinned my arms to the floor. I gasped as my cunt grew tighter and he fucked me harder.

“Come for me,” he grunted. “I want to feel your cunt grip my cock. I want to know what you feel like on the inside when you lose control.”

I moaned, knowing his words were going to get me there faster.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he went on. “And so wet. I’ve wondered what it’d be like to fuck you for a very long time.”

He bit the side of my throat, and I whimpered. The burst of pain only augmented my pleasure.

He pushed himself up and back so he could suck one of my nipples. Then he bit it. I shattered, coming with a force that stole my breath. He bit me again, and the sensation drew out my orgasm like a brightly colored ribbon unwinding from my center.

“Fuck,” he said. Then: “Fuck, fuck, fuck… ”

As he chanted, his tempo became desperate.

Turnabout is fair play. I leaned up and bit his bicep hard enough to make him hiss. And then he bellowed, coming hard and shuddering over me.

He smiled down at me, and I wondered if this was the start of something interesting.

I left his place on shaky legs and texted Brad:

“If you’ve left for work, turn around and come back. I want to tell you what happened. I want to SHOW you what happened.”

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