When a seductive new neighbor moves into the apartment down the hall, Brian and Stefanie can’t keep their fantasies — or their hands — to themselves.

Have you seen the hottie who moved in down the hall?” I asked Brian.

He had his head under the hood of his shiny black pickup, but I knew he could hear me. We were out behind our building — where there’s plenty of space for Brian to tinker on his truck and me to sunbathe. I had on my favorite scarlet bikini, one adorned with white polka dots and silver stars. I rolled over, applied a bit of oil to my stomach and continued, “You can’t have missed her.”

“You’re the hottie,” he said, like an attentive boyfriend should. “I’ll bet all the neighbors are watching you right now from their windows,” he remarked, reminding me that although we may have felt as if we were alone, we weren’t in a private area. Anybody could be looking out at me from above. I didn’t mind. I work out regularly to keep my body in top physical shape. That’s why I had no problem tossing out compliments where compliments were due. The new girl was definitely due her share.

“She’s got hair past her shoulders,” I said, “and big beautiful eyes. And her body — oh, man, her body…” Trailing off verbally, I used my oily hands to draw a picture in the air. Curves in all the right places. Curves that could make someone want to do wrong.

Brian leaned against the side of his truck, obviously ready to take a break. He’d been working on his engine all morning, doing things with the carburetor or whosie-what’s-it. I don’t know cars. I know people. And I had seen the way the smokin’ vixen had looked at me when she’d entered the building. I had clocked the glances she gave me each time we passed each other in the foyer. She wanted me. I wanted her. But even more importantly, I wanted Brian to be part of the equation.

“What color hair?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked.

“She’s a brunette,” I said, immediately thinking she was so much more than that. She was the sexiest brunette in the building. There was no way he hadn’t spied her. “Apartment number three,” I added, in case that helped.

He didn’t quite blush. That’s not my man’s style. But he gave me a look that told me he had noticed our new neighbor. Even as descriptive as I’d been, I hadn’t done her justice. The girl wore clothes like nobody’s business. Whether she was dressed in workout gear — like the tight, stretchy neon she favored on her casual days — or more professional attire, she cut a figure that starred in all of my daydreams.

“Let’s have her over,” I said, as he spun one of his wrenches absentmindedly in his hand.

“For dinner?” Brian asked.

“To dine on,” I countered. I could tell from the way Brian exhaled he was down with that idea. He wiped his brow and told me he was heading in for a shower, but I had his blessing if I wanted to make my dirty fantasy come true.

“If nothing else, we’ll get to know our new neighbor,” I said.

“I’m betting I’ll be licking her cream off your lips by the evening’s end,” Brian told me. “I’ve got faith in your persuasive abilities.”

The concept of being part of a ménage à trois had ignited my fantasies for years. I couldn’t put a finger on why the thought turned me on so greatly. No, that’s not quite true. There were too many reasons why I craved a threesome. I couldn’t count the reasons on my fingers alone. I needed additional body parts — toes, tits and tongue, even. What I wanted was to be bookended between two lovers, to have limbs overlapping, to lose myself in the decadent experience of total hedonistic bliss. I wanted Brian in me from behind while I danced circles with my tongue over a woman’s swollen clit. I wanted the room to reverberate with the sound of our carnal cries.

Mind racing through erotic snapshots, I went into our apartment and slipped a bright red satin wrap over my bikini. I did a quick fix of my hair and slicked on some raspberry lip gloss before heading down the hall. There weren’t exactly butterflies in my stomach as I made my way to apartment number three. I felt flutters, all right. But they were happening elsewhere. My pussy felt alive in a whole new way, as if tiny electric charges were going off inside me. I was very aware of how turned on I was, and I hadn’t even knocked on our new neighbor’s door — so to speak. Everything had become a double entendre in my dirty world.

To my chagrin, she didn’t appear to be home. I was crestfallen. I’d gotten Brian — and myself — all heated up with my racy idea. I had dolled myself up in my slutty finery. And our new resident bombshell was out. We’d have to wait for another day, I decided dejectedly. I turned to head to our apartment, and that’s precisely when I heard the door swing open.

“No, wait! Don’t leave,” a voice said to my back.

I spun around as my dream girl began to sputter, “I was just...I mean...I was&ehllip;”

“She was on her hands and knees, and my boyfriend was plowing her pussy.”

What she was doing was standing before me in a tiny pale lavender robe. Her cheeks were flushed the same hue as strawberry sorbet. I saw through her apartment that the balcony door was open and the curtains were tied back. From her place, she would have had the perfect view of Brian working on his truck and me in my bikini sunbathing next to him.

“I was just,” she stammered again. And I thought I understood. She’d been watching us, and she’d been playing with herself!

I came forward. She stepped back automatically, as if we were engaged in some type of dance or mating ritual. Now I was in her apartment. On a whim — going against every social moray ever invented — I grabbed her hand and sniffed her fingertips. She uttered a shocked “Oh!” as I let out a delirious “Mmm.” Yes, the girl had been touching her pussy. And what a pussy. The scent was heavenly. Since we’d clearly broken down all sorts of boundaries in a matter of minutes, I went further. I brought her hand to my mouth and licked her fingers clean one by one, savoring the scent of her, learning her taste. She appeared both rapturous and scandalized. I decided this was a good look for her.

When I released her hand, I said, “Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

“I don’t even…”

“Know who I am?” I completed her query, batting my eyelashes. “I’m forward. Well, that’s not my name. That’s just how I behave. My name is Stefanie, and I believe you and I have been checking one another out for several weeks. Ever since you first moved in.”

Her flush deepened. The color made her face look even lovelier, like a flower at full bloom. I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her full on the lips, and then bit her bottom lip until she let out a squeal that quickly melted into a happy sigh of pleasure. This was going to be sizzling. I could feel it.

“What’s your name?” I asked, because she seemed to have forgotten it was her turn for introductions. “I need to know so I can be sure to shout it out when I’m coming.”

I wasn’t behaving properly, and we both knew it. But she hadn’t been either, standing on that balcony, masturbating. Still, she managed to look both shocked and aroused at my words as she said, “I’m Beth.” But her eyes grew sly as she added in a lower, huskier voice, “And I’d most definitely like that.”

I started kissing her fingertips again. She seemed shaky — as if she might fall down, as if her knees could give out and she’d dissolve into a puddle of lust on the floor. Before that could happen, I proposed, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“What about your boyfriend?” she asked in a hushed tone. “He is your boyfriend, isn’t he? The big guy.”

I appreciated her description: the big guy. Brian definitely fit the nickname in more ways than she currently knew. “I’ll call him,” I said, “and he can join us.”

I hadn’t brought my phone with me, so Beth lent me hers. I was sure Brian would understand we were a go when he saw a strange number pop up his cell. He did, answering, “That was quick.”

“You have no idea,” I responded. “I’ve already got the taste of her pussy on my lips. How’s that for quick?”

I hung up, and Beth led me to her bedroom. I knew Brian would be joining us shortly. I wanted to see how far we could progress in the short time before he arrived. In her small bedroom, I whipped off my wrap so I was standing there in my bikini. Beth pulled open her robe. She beat me. She didn’t have anything on beneath the lightweight garment.

Up until that moment, she had appeared a bit timid. But as she stood there in a pinup’s pose, that shy façade instantly crumbled.

On my knees in seconds, I pressed my mouth to her smooth snatch. When Brian walked in, he would be delighted to find us already so far along. But in the very next instant, I stopped thinking about him entirely and focused my attention on Beth’s pretty pussy. She was completely shaved, and her pussy lips were puffy, slick and glistening. She had definitely been working herself before I’d arrived. There was a sweet abundance of nectar already awaiting me. I licked her slit for a few seconds, then used my fingers to spread her lips wide.

“That feels so good,” she sighed as she exhaled. “Your tongue is like magic.”

Beth suddenly stood up straighter, and I realized she was looking toward the doorway behind me. Ah, Brian had arrived. He hadn’t needed anyone to invite him back to the bedroom. He’d followed the sounds of pleasure until he found the two of us.

“Oh, Jesus,” was his first remark. I didn’t want to let her loose, but I wanted to see the expression on my man’s face. So I turned quickly to glance over my shoulder. Brian was still damp from the shower, his blond hair combed back off his forehead and the smell of his shampoo filled the air.

He took a tentative step forward, and I motioned for him to move faster.

“She cried out as I crested my lips over her clit and brought forth her honey.”

“Now that you’re here,” I said, still coaxing him closer, “we can really get busy.”

Beth looked from me to Brian to me again. She seemed eager, but some of her shyness had clearly returned. How someone so stunning should be rocked by uncertainty surprised me. I’d have expected her to call the shots. But I had no problem with that. I took charge — like I’ve always wanted to.

“Brian and I want to fuck you,” I said in my most matter-of-fact way. “Is that something you’d be into?”

She licked her lips, looking so beautiful and demure. Then she responded, “That’s what I’ve been fantasizing about all afternoon.” She moved to the side of her bed and grabbed a vibrator. “See?”

Brian laughed. “I’ve got something better than a toy,” he said, “and you’ll never have to change its batteries.” With that, he undressed, and the three of us met on the mattress together. Brian and I had fantasized about a situation like this since we’d first hooked up. Now that our fantasy was about to become a reality, I wanted to make sure everything went without a hitch.

“Beth, would you bend over the edge of your mattress?” I asked solicitously.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered eagerly, understanding the subtext: “Beth, do you want my boyfriend to fuck the daylights out of your slippery cunt?”

“Brian, would you kindly slip your dick inside her?”

Why was I talking like that? Because I couldn’t help myself. The whole thing was so surreal. Thirty minutes earlier, I’d been down on the concrete, confessing a desire to my man. Now we were about to make that desire come true — and make ourselves come at the same time.

Brian moved behind Beth and anchored her with his hands on her   slim waist. Beth turned to look at me. Her dark eyes glowed. She wasn’t blushing now. She was flushed with sexual heat. Her shyness dissipated once more. As charming as her ingénue attitude had been, I found I liked this new Beth even more.

“Are you ready?” I asked them.

The answer was a unanimous “yes”   as Brian thrust inside our new neighbor.

“Yes,” echoed Beth. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

The two of them looked so beautiful together. Every scenario I’d ever imagined paled in comparison to how this activity looked in living color. Brian’s damp hair was curling at the ends. His body shone all over with a thin layer of sweat. Beth, with her thick black hair loose and her lips parted, was the definition of sexy. Had I thought she was transcendent when I’d run into her in the hall? When her workout gear had made my X-rated mind rev into overdrive? That was nothing compared to the vision before me now. Her eyes were sometimes shut as if she couldn’t handle any additional stimulation — sometimes opened wide because she wanted to gaze at me. Not to make sure I was accepting of the situation. We’d moved past that. We were fully connected, bound together in this lustful act of mutual appreciation.

Soon that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to be connected in a more visceral way. I moved onto the bed and pulled Beth up with me, so that she and Brian were now seriously doing it doggy-style. She was on her hands   and knees on the mattress, and my boyfriend was energetically plowing her pussy from behind as I watched.

He even gripped a handful of her hair — a move he knows I adore — and Beth whinnied her approval. I felt a wave of emotion flood over me. Then I realized it wasn’t emotion — it was arousal. I swiveled myself beneath Beth and began to lick her pussy.

The sweet moan she made was almost musical in nature. Like birdsong, a haunting melody, she cried out as I crested my lips over her clit and brought forth a fresh sampling of her honey. Not wanting to leave Brian lonely, I licked his balls as they passed overhead. Then I resumed my ministrations, working Beth’s jewel between my lips, sucking on her clit forcefully in what I hoped was a rhythmic motion that matched Brian’s.

With a cry, Beth came. I could feel the climax wrack her whole body. She stiffened for a moment, then seemed to release, and I heard Brian groan loudly. He must have been feeling the silken embrace of her pussy contracting around his rod.

Beth took over then — not seeming to be one of those people who requires a little down time between erotic events. She moved so that Brian’s cock was out of her, and she looked at me pointedly.

“This is what I was thinking about while watching you,” she said, before bobbing her head on Brian’s dick and sucking her own juices from his shaft.

“Sucking him?” I asked.

“We went back and forth, playing a game of musical mouths until Brian came.”

“Sharing him,” she responded, backing off to let me work his bone. I followed her lead, and the two of us took turns teasing Brian. She’d suck him to the root, and then I’d take over. We went back and forth, playing a game of musical mouths until Brian came with a deep bellow. Beth had been the lucky one to have her mouth on him as he climaxed, and she greedily swallowed every drop of his cream. Brian nearly collapsed on the bed between us, breathing hard and dazed with pleasure. Beth grinned at me and said, “Now you.”

“Now me, what?” I asked, feeling my excitement building even higher.

“Now you get yours.”

Without delay, Beth climbed between my legs and used her thumbs to part my pussy lips. Then, gazing up my body at my face, she started to lick my slit. The ecstasy of her mouth was otherworldly. I started to whimper from the second her tongue touched my pink flesh.

Beth brought one finger into play and began to ever so lightly stroke my hole while sucking forcefully on my clit. As my pleasure amped up, she insinuated the finger inside me, still keeping her motions almost languidly slow. Seductively slow. My hips started to beat on the mattress. Slow wasn’t what my body wanted. Beth added a second finger, and my cunt contracted around her digits. Then suddenly she lifted her mouth from my mound and looked at Brian. I had momentarily forgotten about my boyfriend, but he hadn’t forgotten about us. His dick was once again ramrod straight; watching Beth eat me out had resurrected his erection in record time.

“Come here, you,” Beth said, gripping Brian’s dick and speaking to it as much as she was to him. “We need you.”

“We,” I echoed.

“Yes, of course. I’ll suck your clit, and Brian will fuck me. Then we’ll switch. That way, we’re all involved at once.” It had only taken us a few tries to work this out, the choreography of the threeway. I was thrilled. Brian reintroduced his dick to Beth’s pussy, and she sighed delightedly against my clit before resuming her majestic motions. She seemed lost between us for a moment, bookended by pleasure, and then with effort, she moved away and let Brian enter me. He slid into me with the ease of one who has been well lubed. As he filled my pussy with every last inch of his cock, Beth settled herself on my face. Now I was the one being fucked by Brian and figuring out how to still work my mouth to give our new neighbor the joy she deserved.

This part came easy to me. Something about Beth’s pussy made me want to lick her for hours. She had a delicious flavor and a way of grinding against me that let me know she loved every second of what I was doing to her.

When she came, she surprised me with her cries, which were so loud the sound seemed to bounce off the walls. She lifted off me, and then looked at Brian, and I realized she was waiting to be fucked now. He moved over, and she gestured for me to straddle her mouth as she had done to me.

I did so, but I faced Brian, and we shared a kiss as he worked her. We made a triangle of lust, and the power flowed effortlessly between us. When I felt a climax building, I said so, and Beth locked her lips to my clit and took me over the edge. Brian pulled out and came all over Beth’s belly. Then I bent and licked away the sticky mess.

Relaxing in the big bed afterward, Beth asked, “How many times have you two done something like that before?”

“That was our first,” Brian answered, stroking her hair away from her face.

“But not our last,” I said, and I leaned over to kiss our beautiful neighbor, excited beyond words to have discovered the sensual pleasures awaiting behind door number three.