My neighbor Nadia and I probably have the most charmed lives ever. We’re around the same age, mid-40s, and live across from each other on a beautiful cul-de-sac filled with upscale homes. We both have husbands who travel frequently and leave us to our own devious devices.

My hubby, Jim, knows Nadia and I sometimes play together. Our sapphic hookups are a constant source of amusement and arousal for him. He gets hot when I tell him about our “lonely wife” strap-on sessions and nude pool parties. Initially, I wasn’t sure how open Nadia and Will’s marriage was. I mean, I knew he was OK with us girls fooling around. But as it happens, her husband’s turn-on is cuckolding, which I learned after Nadia took home the busboy from one of our favorite restaurants.

“It’s really thrilling,” she explained to me one day as I drove us home from the salon. “We always do our best to be careful for safety’s sake, but I have total freedom. Sometimes Will even helps me swipe through guys on the apps.”

“And there’s no jealousy?”

“No, it’s all about open and honest communication. And if there’s something that makes me or him feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, then we hit the pause button. Speaking of which…”

“Yes?” I asked, eager to hear more.

“Have you ever tried out other guys while Jim is away?”

I shook my head as I replied, “No, I mean, I’m allowed to, since we’re open and all. But you keep me plenty busy.”

“Well, I do my best,” Nadia said. “But we have a situation. We have a new neighbor on the block, and I’m dying to fuck him.”

Her serious tone made me laugh, and I responded, “What else is new?”

“No, there’s more,” Nadia insisted. “Our husbands are out of town, and we deserve some fun. I think you should join me. I want us to share him.”

“Why? Does he seem like too much for one woman? I’m guessing he’s really cute, but I haven’t seen him yet.” I slowed down the car, shooting her a sideways glance as I turned onto our street.

I caught a glimpse of Nadia licking her lips. Then she said, “I think it would be hot to completely overwhelm his senses. Give him a warm welcome, if you catch my drift.”

Before I could reply, Nadia interjected: “Oh wait, he’s outside. Slow down.”

I stepped on the brake as we approached the red brick colonial home that still had a “sold” sign displayed on the lawn. Sure enough, the handsome new star of Nadia’s fantasy was outside hauling boxes from his car. Instantly, I understood why he’d gotten her so riled up.

This hunk was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He was more than six-feet tall with an athletic build, and his long hair was pulled into a ponytail. He was shirtless, allowing me to savor the sight of every rippling muscle in his arms and the sweat glistening on his bare flesh.

“Holy shit!” I marveled. As I inhaled sharply, he momentarily disappeared inside the house. “How old is he?”

“Looks like he just graduated from college, but who knows?” Nadia replied with a shrug.

“I don’t want him to think we’re stalking him. Should we say hi?”

“Can’t hurt.”

As our hot new neighbor emerged from the house once more, I rolled down my window and waved.

“Hey, there! We just wanted welcome you to the neighborhood,” I shouted.

To our mutual delight, he came right over to the car, greeting us and telling us his name was Duncan.

“It’s nice to actually meet my neighbors,” he said.

“I’m Nadia,” she told him, “and my lovely friend behind the wheel is Emma. You can probably see her pool through your backyard.”

“Is that so? I might just hop your fence later.”

We all laughed, but I could definitely feel Duncan’s eyes on me.

“Feel free to come by for a dip later,” I assured him. “After all that lifting, I think you deserve that — and a margarita, too.”

“She’s right,” said my partner in crime.

“Who am I to argue?” Duncan answered, sounding amused.

“So, is it just you moving in here?” I asked, fishing for info.

“Yes, I work from home. Although I probably bought a bigger house than any single guy needs, I just wanted the space after being so cramped in the city.”

“Oh, you did the right thing,” Nadia piped up. “I don’t miss those days of having to fit my whole life inside a 500-square-foot loft.”

I slyly glanced from Nadia to Duncan, picking up on their chemistry.

“Well, Duncan, it was nice to meet you,” I said. “Come by my place at seven. Bathing suit or not, we’ll all relax by the pool.”

“Ladies, I can’t wait,” he said with a charming smile.

We drove away, barely containing our excitement as we pulled into my garage.

“Oh my God!” I squeezed Nadia’s arm. “We are so going to rock his world.”

She gave me a playful kiss and added, “I’m going to run home now, but I’ll be over in a bit to make sure we’re ready for our guest.”

The time couldn’t pass quickly enough. I was almost tempted to use my rabbit vibrator. But I decided the heightened anticipation would ultimately make my release sweeter. By the time 7 p.m. rolled around, Duncan was at my door, looking equal parts handsome and eager. He’d traded his jeans for some navy boardshorts and a gray T-shirt.

I was wearing a sheer black robe over my leopard print bikini when I opened the door to let him in. I noticed his eyes grazing my five-foot-two figure and lingering at my C-cup tits. But when Nadia stepped into the room in a red sarong and matching bandeau top, he didn’t know where to look!

“You both look incredible,” he said.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I told him.

He flashed us a wolfish smile and replied, “In that case, I eagerly await your directions.”

I leaned in and whispered, “Right this way.”

The bold boy took that as an invitation to kiss me, and before I knew it, the three of us were entangled in each other’s arms.

Needless to say, we never even made it to the pool. While the frozen margaritas I’d made sat outside melting in the muggy summer heat, Nadia and I lavished attention on our hot hunk.

“Oh my goodness,” Nadia said, groping the bulge swelling in his shorts. “Emma, it looks like we’re going to have our hands and mouths full.”

“I think I need more confirmation,” I said, unbuttoning his shorts and allowing his stiff cock to spring upward.

“Does that work for you?” Duncan asked, caressing my face and brushing back my hair.

“This will do nicely,” I said. I sat on the couch before him and ran my tongue along the underside of his engorged dick. As I cupped his balls, I said, “Nadia, you better try this.”

My friend whispered, “I’ve wanted to share a big dick with you for months now.”

She slipped off my robe and unfastened my bikini top, baring my breasts before tweaking my nipples. Then she and I took turns stroking Duncan’s dick, while intermittently sharing kisses.

“You two are unreal,” he muttered.

“This is nothing. Just you wait,” she told him.

Then Nadia planted herself next to me on the couch. We swapped Duncan’s dick back and forth, giving him a thorough tongue bath. At one point, she gently tugged on his balls, while I gave him a slippery handjob.

Duncan groaned, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Without replying, I took a deep breath and eased his entire shaft down my throat. Nadia reached between my legs and stroked my clit through my suit, while I sucked Duncan’s rod. The guttural sounds of me moaning and gagging somehow turned me on even more — and apparently, those noises had the same effect on Nadia.

Being an excellent friend — and good sport — Nadia admired my deep-throating and cooed, “You’re such a good fucking slut, Em.”

She untied my bikini bottoms, allowing the fabric to fall away and expose my pussy.

“I want to eat you, while you choke on his boner,” she said.

Duncan seemed to be trying with all of his might not to give in. I, however, had no desire to resist. Emma’s exquisite tongue and finger skills were rapidly pushing me toward climax. She worked my clit relentlessly with her tongue flicks and fiercely probed my pussy. Eventually, I needed more air. I pulled back, letting Duncan’s cock escape my lips as I howled with climactic pleasure. He didn’t mind, though. As Nadia made me come, he stroked his shaft and took in the whole show.

“OK,” he finally said. “I need to fuck someone right now.”

“Nadia, you want to try him out first?” I helped her up and gave her a kiss.

“Yes, but I want you to take turns fucking us both at the same time,” she told Duncan.

“You got it,” he said. “Anything else?”

Nadia had us position ourselves on hands and knees on the floor, so Duncan could take us from behind. I have several large decorative mirrors in my living room, so we were able to watch his face as he fucked us. We were able to see each other, too.

He started with Nadia. Her face blossomed with pure delight when he slipped his cock into her cunt. While he fucked my friend, I kissed her and played with her tits, and after she came, she returned the favor for me.

While Duncan plowed me, I kissed Nadia, moaning into her mouth as he hit me hard and deep in all the right places.

“Make her come again,” Nadia breathlessly begged.

And Duncan delivered. Even with all of the heavy lifting he’d done that day while moving in, he had enough strength left to give us multiple orgasms. His staying power was incredible, and after he’d fucked us both, we again took turns delivering another tandem blowjob until he shot his load on our faces.

Afterward, the three of us cuddled in a sweaty heap on the floor.

Still panting from his climax, he asked, “So, do you welcome every neighbor this way?”

“Only the very special ones,” Nadia said teasingly.