Kinky Neighbors

by Jasmine Haynes

  He checked his messages on his smart phone. There were a couple of texts from his admin. He scrolled down to his saved texts, in particular, the ones from Alexis on Saturday night.

  “I want both of U to fuck me. One after the other. Until I pass out.”

  Jesus. He felt the words stroke him as if she were whispering in his ear. In the Union Square hotel, they’d fucked her nine ways to Sunday. Same with Cat. Then they’d all crashed on the bed like a pack of exhausted animals. It was now Wednesday, and Cat hadn’t stopped chattering about it. He hadn’t stopped dreaming about it.

  The whole thing was crazy, but, as if they’d all climbed on some runaway freight train, he couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to. Not yet. He hadn’t had his fill of Alexis.

  In the darkest part of the night, while Cat lay sleeping beside him, he could admit he was afraid he might never get his fill.

  Taking stock of Sanders’ report, he figured the man would go on another fifteen minutes. Drew keyed in a text.

  “In board meeting hard as rock about Saturday night. Have to keep jacket buttoned for presentation.”

  He didn’t expect her to read it right away. He’d sent a few texts over the last few days. There was something about the look on her face Saturday when she’d realized Logan had texted dirty to Cat. Like she’d been hit in the head. He’d sent that first text to show her it wasn’t important. And to make her feel sexy.

  The texts were no big deal. Cat often sent him dirty messages when she was horny, and vice versa. It started his motor before he got home. Logan probably realized that egging on Cat would get the ball rolling for the evening. Drew hadn’t been sure if it would all go on after the vacation ended, but hell yes, there was no stopping now.

  He was about to put his phone back in his pocket when it vibrated. His heart rate actually picked up when he saw it Alexis.

  “Naughty man making me wet middle of the day. I’d rather be sucking U than working on spreadsheets.”

  He’d rather she were sucking him, too. One of the nights in Tahoe, that’s all she’d done, claiming she wanted an all-oral night; no fucking, just sucking him until he thought he’d lost his mind. She took him to the edge, then jerked him back one second before he lost it, until he went off on his own, unable to hold back.

  Lost in that memory, he started typing without planning, desire the only motivation. “Go to ladies’ room. Touch yourself. Then text how wet U R.”

  Hitting send, he glanced up. The board members were engrossed in profit projections and damn near unattainable margins. His blood pumped, and his cock was rigid in his slacks. He imagined her wearing a prim blouse and lifting her skirt for him in the restroom.

  He waited interminable minutes. Would she, wouldn’t she? He was crazy for starting it, but Christ, it had him going.

  Then she was vibrating in his hand. “OMG, so wet.”

  “Pretend it’s my tongue. Cum,” he typed. At the front of the room, Sanders was winding down.

  He was high on adrenaline and sex, all with a phone and a few typed words. But it was the image; Alexis getting herself off for him.

  “OM, so fast! So hard. So good. How can I work now?”

  If he didn’t have the presentation, he night very well have jumped in his car and rushed over to her office. Christ, it would be freaking hot to lock her door and take her on the desk.

  “U R one sexy woman. Damn! If I didn’t have this presentation now...”

  He was hard and worked up, and yet there was the faintest flicker of unease. As if he’d stepped over a line he never should have crossed. Almost as if he’d cheated on his wife.

  * * * * *

  Just as she heard the garage door opening for Logan’s car, Alexis finished deleting the text messages to and from Drew. Her cheeks burned and her heart raced as if Drew had just dashed out the back door and she hadn’t gotten her panties on yet.

  “I will never do that again,” she whispered aloud.

  But she hadn’t thought of deleting the texts until she’d set her phone on the kitchen counter. The way she always did. And suddenly wondered how Logan would feel if he saw those texts. They’d been so exciting in the middle of the day. A special, naughty, dirty secret. Especially when Drew told her to masturbate. More so when she actually did it for him and texted back. Was that phone sex? This thing was starting to feel like a drug. Then she slapped a hand over her mouth to hold in the hysterical bubble of laughter wanting to come out. Drew had fucked her, licked her, she’d sucked him, and he’d come in her mouth so many times. How were a few texts worse than that?

  Because Logan doesn’t know about it.

  “Hi, baby, what’s for dinner?”

  Alexis almost dropped the phone. “Shrimp stir fry?” She’d forgotten to take anything out of the freezer this morning, but the shrimp defrosted in minutes.

  “Sounds great.” He pecked her on the cheek, turned away, then, as if on second thought, he came back and stuck his hand down the front of her blouse. “Your nipples are hard, baby.” He was so close his breath was sweet on her cheek. “Been thinking naughty thoughts?”

  Oh God. Yes. He knew.

  He pinched her nipple. Alexis groaned.

  “Maybe we should wait on the shrimp,” he murmured. “I’m hungry for something else right now.” Then he lifted her skirt, hooked his thumbs in her pantyhose and rolled them down her legs. “Put your hands on the counter.”

  Giving him her back, Alexis braced herself as he pulled her thong aside and ran his finger down her center.

  “Christ, you’re already wet, you dirty woman.”

  She heard the ticking of the clock and the rasp of his zipper. He took her without a single preliminary, his cock hitting high and deep. Alexis moaned.

  He leaned over her, pumped slowly. “You’re so creamy. God, that’s fucking hot, baby.” He hadn’t even removed his suit jacket or tie.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me.” Her fingers hurt she gripped the counter so hard. Then the orgasm rolled through her, fast, hard, and it keep on coming like a tidal wave dragging her under.

  Hot, fast, and nasty, just the way Logan liked it. But she was wet because of Drew.

  Half an hour later, over hot and sour shrimp, Logan said, “Cat emailed. She wants us to come for dinner Friday night.”

  Friday, as if she couldn’t wait for their usual Saturday get-together. Why did Cat email Logan with the invitation? Right on the heels of that came the thought, Yeah, right, and why did you rush to the restroom to do what Drew told you to?

  Suddenly the shrimp seemed tough and overdone. “That’s fine. I’ll call her and ask her what she wants me to bring.”

  “The orzo salad like we had in Tahoe, she said.”

  Alexis gritted her teeth. They’d had a whole conversation? What else did they say? Did Logan ask Cat to rush to the restroom and...

  God, she had to stop. She had to get some semblance of control. She had to decide whether she was jealous of any outside contact Logan had with Cat or guilty because of her own texting with Drew.

  God, maybe she wasn’t cut out for this swinging, wife-swapping or whatever the hell it was they were doing.

  * * * * *

  “Let’s do a strip tease for the boys.” Cat held her hand out to Alexis.

  On their living room couch, Drew sat back, almost distanced from his wife, watching, analyzing. She was manic, her eyes bright and glittering like she was on coke, yet she hadn’t consumed more than half a glass of wine at dinner.

  “Not me,” Alexis said, laughing. Perched on her hip along the wide arm of the easy chair Logan occupied, she leaned against the back, her bare arm draped behind Logan’s head, one hand on his shoulder. Her sun dress had ridden high up her thigh. “But feel free to give us a show.”

  “Then prepare to be dazzled.” Cat raised her hands over her head and undulated sinuously in the center of the living room, the couch and two easy chairs in a semicircle around her. The sliding glass door, open to the backyard and the warm summer
evening air, framed her perfect body.

  She’d gone braless beneath a skimpy midriff top, and her shorts were so damn short her butt cheeks were falling out. Drew had to admit the outfit got his heart pumping, but there certainly wasn’t much to strip off.

  Trailing her fingers down over her body, she plumped her breasts a moment, then slid one hand down to cup her pussy briefly.

  He imagined he could scent her arousal on the night breeze blowing through screen behind her. Sweet hot sex and the hint of her favorite jasmine perfume.

  Alexis whispered something in Logan’s ear, and he grabbed her hand, holding it to his cock. A moment later, she withdrew, probably because of the awkward angle.

  Cat popped the button fly on her shorts, revealing the sky blue of her miniscule panties. Then she slipped her fingers inside the elastic.

  He thought of Alexis masturbating for him over text messages. His cock was suddenly painfully hard.

  “Dare me to do it,” Cat murmured.

  “Make yourself come,” he answered.

  Next to Logan, Alexis made a noise, a light moan, and shifted her leg, pulling her knee higher. He wondered if she heard the echo of his words to her, if she were remembering how she’d touched herself for him.

  He didn’t imagine she’d do it for him now, along with Cat. She was so much more reserved. Some day. Because every time they did this, they extended their limits.

  Cat was dexterous, rotating, the sway of her belly, the dance of her hips. Head back, hair swinging, she rocked to her fingers in her panties. She didn’t need music, she made her own, the soft panting breaths, her light moans. She loved exhibition, every eye on her, the two cocks in the room at attention for her.

  “Stroke yourself,” she demanded.

  Drew unzipped his jeans. Alexis tugged on Logan’s pants. For a moment, he felt like they were at a fifty-cent peep show, beating off, tongues hanging out like dogs.

  Then Alexis licked her lips, her mouth a deep glistening red. He recognized some of the same manic brightness in her eyes and wondered how much of a push it would take to get her up there beside Cat.

  “Oh God,” Cat wailed, her body jerking once.

  “Come on,” Logan urged. “Let us see you climax.”

  He didn’t know whether Cat faked it or she actually came, but her smooth, gorgeous skin flushed, she cried out, panted, moaned, then bent over, hand clasped tightly between her thighs, her burnished hair hanging down to brush the carpet.

  Then she burst back up, laughing. “Was that hot or what?” Skipping to him on the couch, she threw herself down, straddling him, his hand still on his cock between them. Fisting her hand in his polo shirt, she got right in his face. “Fuck me, honey, I need it so bad.”

  Cat was a force of nature. Like an earthquake where you had no warning she was coming. Drew couldn’t think. But he looked at Alexis, her bare thigh so inviting. He looked at Logan right beside her, hand in mid-stroke, cock hard.

  Cat wanted, Cat got. She’d wanted to fuck their neighbors and she got it. A hot sexy foursome every weekend. They were like flies in her Venus trap, marionettes dancing to her tune. Sometimes she moved so fast, pushed so hard, he couldn’t keep up. He longed for easy. He could revel in long and slow. A breath of fresh air. Like Alexis.

  Fuck if he didn’t hate himself for the thought. Cat was perfect. What man would want her to slow down even for a moment?

  “Yeah, fuck me,” he whispered.

  “On the carpet, so they can see it all.” She seduced him with a low musical voice, rising from his lap, pulling him up. She dispensed with his clothes as if he were in a dream, then she pushed him to the blue carpet, the fibers plush and soft against his back.

  Cat took him, climbing on top, holding his cock for Logan and Alexis to see, sliding down on him slowly for maximum viewing. She was so tight, riding him, working him with those belly dancer’s muscles.

  Drew closed his eyes, and God help him, he pretended she was Alexis. Fuck, it was good, her softness.

  Cat’s voice dragged him back. “Alexis, let Drew lick you. Climb over his face.”

  “Come on, baby,” Logan coaxed. As if Alexis had somehow shown a hesitancy.

  Then, miraculously, she climbed over him, facing Cat, though he would have preferred to having her facing him. But Cat was directing, having her way, positioning Alexis. He stroked Alexis’s flanks, her skin so delicious beneath his fingers, and her sex flowered above him, plump, wet, glistening like her lips.

  Her pussy was like a sweet, succulent peach. He sucked her juice, worried her beaded clit. He could identify her moans versus Cat’s, slightly higher. Christ, the taste of sweet pussy on his tongue while his cock was buried in warm, wet flesh...fuck, could there be anything better? Not even when they’d sucked his cock together.

  He didn’t just want them both, he needed them both. He was fast getting to the point where he couldn’t live without the sweet taste of Alexis or the balm of her voice.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cat leaned in, her breath sweet against Alexis’s lips. “Your husband wants to watch us kiss,” she whispered.

  Alexis was mesmerized by Cat’s slightly unfocused gaze and the slide of Drew’s tongue between her legs. She moaned. Oh God, she was crazy, because nothing that wasn’t completely dangerous could be as good as Drew licking her while the scent of sex blistered the air around them.

  “Kiss me for him,” Cat urged.

  Alexis found herself opening her mouth, taking in the sweep of Cat’s tongue. They kissed like men and women kiss, with lips and tongues, heads angled, bumping and grinding as Cat rode Drew. The taste of another woman’s lips was oddly sexy. Alexis tightened her legs, gripping Drew between them. She thought of his cock buried inside Cat as he licked her. And he was so good at it. How could Cat say he didn’t like this? He had to love it.

  Cat deepened the kiss as if she could hear Alexis’s thoughts. Then she backed off slightly. Holding Alexis with her deep brown hypnotist’s gaze, Cat tweaked her nipple. A sizzle of pure pleasure shot through her, ending right at the spot where Drew’s tongue had taken command. Her clit heated, tingled.

  “Your breasts are so much bigger than mine,” Cat said. She’d slowed her pace on Drew’s cock, simply rocking against him. Laying her palms lightly on Alexis, she rotated her hands slowly over the nipples. Alexis sucked in a breath at the exquisite sensations, Cat’s hands, Drew’s tongue, and Logan’s breath on her nape as he watched.

  Cat leaned down and sucked one nipple deeply into her mouth. She worried it, then bit down gently.

  Alexis moaned, laid her head back on Logan’s shoulder and rocked against Drew’s mouth. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh.” To say anything more seemed impossible.

  Cat played with her belly, slid down to her mons, just above Drew’s chin, and drew lazy circles in the trimmed curls. “I want to lick you the way Drew’s doing.”

  Alexis stiffened. Until Logan pulled her back, nestling her against him. “God, baby, I’d love it. I want to watch her taste you, lick you, make you come.”

  Between her legs, Drew stopped sucking, pulled back. Did he want it, too?

  Trembling with need, she locked gazes with Cat. “It’ll be so hot, so different,” Cat murmured. “I’ve never done it, I want it.” She slipped between the folds and rubbed Alexis’s clit. “Look how wet Drew made you. It’ll be just like him doing it.”

  Raising her hand to her lips, she licked Alexis’s juice from her finger. “You taste good.”

  Alexis could barely take in a breath. She’d never thought of being with another woman. But this, it was so seductive. She was so hot, so needy. She had to have something. She had to have it now. Her clit actually throbbed between her legs, almost painful she needed a touch so badly.

  Then somehow Logan was pulling her back in his arms, draping her body between his legs. Cat climbed off Drew’s cock, and he rolled over. Then, with a long look that made Alexis’s heart race, he spread her knees for Cat.


  It was as if she were the sacrificial lamb, the two men holding her down, offering her up. In slow motion, Cat slid down between her legs. She stroked Alexis’s thighs, moving her hands higher until her fingers lay along the edge of Alexis’s pussy.

  “Drew says you taste so good.” She dragged one finger down Alexis’s center, grazing her clit. Alexis jumped.

  “Shh,” Cat quieted her, her breath warm. She stroked up and down, wetting her fingers. Alexis closed her eyes and shuddered as Cat circled her clit. “There,” she crooned, “doesn’t that feel good?”

  “Yes.” Oh God, yes, it did. She was letting a woman touch her, and it felt so good.