Dinner with Our Retired Neighbors

We moved to the fifth floor of the building on Libertador Avenue in mid-March, after Adrián’s transfer to the new office forced us to leave the city where we had lived for four years. Across the landing, in the door facing ours, lived a retired couple who must have been around sixty.

Our first night in the new place, among unopened boxes and the smell of fresh paint, a moan woke me that wasn’t coming from my side of the bed. Adrián was sleeping on his back with one arm hanging down. I stayed still, barely breathing, trying to understand. The moan came again. And another. And another. They were coming from the other side of the hallway, muffled but unmistakable, filtering through the bathroom ventilation.

It was a woman. An older woman, but a woman all the same, coming with an insistence I had never heard from anyone her age. The moans rose and fell, broken by brief silences that could only be kisses. And between moans, words. “Harder, you bastard. Break my cunt. Yes, yes, yes.” A man’s hoarse voice answered her: “Take it, my slut, take all my cock.” I could hear the wet smack of two bodies pounding together, the headboard creaking against the wall, and the unmistakable certainty that this woman was being fucked the way I hadn’t been in years.

My God, the neighbors.

I turned toward Adrián intending to wake him, but something stopped me. I wanted to listen to her alone. I slid to the edge of the bed, slipped my hand beneath my nightgown, and found myself soaked. My fingers glided over my swollen clitoris without needing saliva, without needing anything. I rubbed it in circles, slowly at first and then with the urgency the neighbor’s voice imposed on me. I pushed two fingers inside my cunt and felt how tight I had become just from listening to them. When she cried, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” into the pillow of the other apartment, I came at the same time, biting my lip until I drew blood, my left hand covering my mouth and my hips lifting off the bed on their own. I stared at the ceiling for a long while, my fingers shining with my own wetness, my breathing ragged and my cunt still throbbing.

The next morning, Adrián left early, as always. At six fifteen he closed the door carefully and left me alone with the sun coming through the badly closed blinds.

***

I went downstairs to throw out the recycling cardboard around eleven. When I returned to the landing, the door opposite opened and he came out.

Ricardo. I didn’t know his name yet, but I would soon.

He was a tall man with short white hair, neatly trimmed sideburns, and a smile that didn’t match the age of the rest of his face. He wore a blue shirt rolled up to the elbows and forearms I hadn’t expected to find on a retiree. I spent a few seconds too long looking at him, and unintentionally thought of the cock I had heard him push into his wife the night before.

“You must be the new neighbor,” he said.

“Clara,” I replied. “We moved in the day before yesterday.”

“Ricardo. If you need anything, you know where to knock.”

He held out his hand. When I shook it, he looked me straight in the eyes and didn’t look away once. I was the one who had to break eye contact. I went inside and leaned against the door, my heart pounding in my ears and my cunt wet again beneath my panties.

That same afternoon, when Adrián came home from work, I told him I had seen the neighbor.

“And?”

“He’s handsome,” I told him. “Much more than you’d expect.”

“How handsome?”

“Really handsome, Adrián. Gray hair, broad back, smile. Imagine him.”

My husband stared at me as he loosened his tie.

“I saw her in the elevator this afternoon,” he said. “She’s gorgeous.”

“What’s she like?”

“Brunette, with her hair half tied back. Dresses well. I looked at her legs without meaning to and she caught me.”

“What did she do?”

“She smiled. And not pityingly. She looked at my bulge, Clara. I saw her eyes drop to my trousers. I got hard right there in the elevator.”

“What did she do?”

“She looked at it again before getting off. And she licked her lips, I swear.”

We looked at each other. I knew, he knew. There was no need to say it.

“I heard them last night,” I confessed. “Her.”

“Seriously?”

“I masturbated listening to her, Adrián. With two fingers inside me. I came when she came. She was begging him to break her cunt.”

Adrián smiled in a way I hadn’t seen in years, and I noticed the outline of his package beneath his dress trousers.

“We should invite them to dinner one Saturday,” he said. “To get to know each other better.”

“Exactly,” I replied, holding his smile. “To get to know each other better.”

***

Saturday night arrived more slowly than usual. At exactly eight thirty, the doorbell rang.

Ricardo and Elena came in with a bottle of red wine and a small bouquet of wildflowers. She gave me two kisses that left her perfume clinging to my neck for the rest of the night. She wore a black skirt above the knee, sheer stockings, and a cream-colored silk blouse. Adrián took her coat, and I led them into the living room.

The table was round, and the four of us fit just right. Without my having to say anything, Elena sat beside Adrián and Ricardo sat beside me. I served them wine. My hands trembled a little.

During the first course we talked about unimportant things. They had been married for thirty-two years, had both just retired, and had chosen not to have children. Ricardo had been an architect; Elena had worked for many years at a small publishing house. They told us stories about when the neighborhood had been different. Adrián laughed genuinely at what Elena said, not with the polite smile he gave his clients.

When I served the main course, Ricardo placed his right hand on my thigh beneath the tablecloth. Without warning. Without asking permission. A firm gesture, as if he had a right to it. I stayed still for a second, my fork halfway to my mouth. Then I placed my hand over his so he wouldn’t move it away. His fingers began to climb centimeter by centimeter along the inner side of my thigh, searching for the elastic of my panties. When he touched them, they were already wet, and he noticed. He leaned toward my ear while Elena laughed at something Adrián had said.

“You’re soaked, Clara,” he whispered. “Did you hear us last night too?”

I nodded, unable to speak. He ran the pad of one finger over the fabric of my panties, pressing exactly where it needed to. The breath escaped through my nose.

Across from me, Adrián watched me over the rim of his glass. I knew he was doing exactly the same thing with Elena because she had stopped speaking halfway through a sentence and her cheeks were flushed.

“Shall we have dessert?” Elena asked, her voice slightly strange.

“I’ll bring it,” I answered.

I stood with Ricardo’s hand still slowly stroking me over my skirt. I went to the kitchen, breathed, and returned with the lemon tart. When I sat down again, his hand returned to its place, this time beneath my skirt, against the bare skin of my thigh. He moved my panties aside and pushed one whole finger inside me, up to the knuckle. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t moan at the table.

Adrián was kissing Elena when I looked up.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, his hand beneath her skirt moving without any attempt at concealment. He had unbuttoned her blouse to the second button and was fondling one breast over her bra. Ricardo looked at me.

“Is this all right?” he asked quietly.

“It’s perfect.”

I kissed him first. His mouth was warm, his trimmed beard barely scraping my skin. He slid his hand down my cleavage and undid the first button of my blouse without hurrying. His hands knew where they were.

***

What happened next in the dining room hadn’t been planned—or perhaps it had been planned for weeks without anyone saying so aloud.

Elena unbuttoned Adrián’s trousers in front of me. She pulled down the zipper with her teeth, freed his cock, and put it in her mouth without preliminaries. She sucked him from base to tip, her tongue perfectly flat, covering the whole thing in saliva. Adrián let out a moan I had never heard from him before. She looked up at him from below while she sucked him, her red lips already stained with her own lipstick, her nails digging into his thighs.

“What a good fucking slut you are, Elena,” Adrián told her, grabbing her hair. “Take it all, goddammit.”

She obeyed. She swallowed him all the way down until she gagged, then came back up with a thread of saliva hanging from her chin.

On the other side of the table, Ricardo lifted me from the chair, sat me on the tabletop, swept the plates aside with his arm, and tore my panties open at the side. He knelt between my legs and spread my thighs with a firmness that made me shudder. I felt his mouth before I had time to be embarrassed about anything.

That man’s tongue had a patience Adrián had never had with me, and it wasn’t a criticism, just a fact. He started on the insides of my thighs, nibbling me, and worked his way up until he found my open, glistening cunt. He licked all of it, from bottom to top, with a broad, expert tongue, then stopped at my clitoris and sucked it like someone sucking on a candy. I grabbed his short hair, threw my head back, and screamed without caring whether Elena heard me. He pushed two fingers inside me while continuing to suck, curling them inward in search of a spot I hadn’t even known I had. I came on his face in less than two minutes, pressing his head against my cunt with both hands.

“God, Ricardo, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m coming again,” I begged him.

He didn’t stop. He kept sucking, more gently now, drawing out my orgasm until I couldn’t take any more and pushed his head away myself.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Elena astride my husband on the sofa. She had taken off her blouse and bra. Her breasts were prettier than I had imagined, heavy and full for her age, with dark, hard nipples. She rode Adrián with her back to me, so Ricardo could see her properly, and her breasts bounced with every downward motion.

“Ricardo,” I murmured. “Come here. Fuck me now, please.”

He stood, lowered his trousers, and I saw his cock for the first time. It was thick and hard, with prominent veins, bigger than I had expected in a man his age. He positioned himself over me on the dining table. He entered slowly the first time, testing me, sinking into me centimeter by centimeter, and I felt him opening me from within with a slowness that made me moan from sheer pleasure. When he had pushed all the way in, he paused for a second and looked at me.

“You have such a tight cunt, Clara,” he told me. “I’m going to fuck it all night.”

“Fuck it,” I answered. “Break it. The way you did Elena last night.”

He smiled and began to move. He pounded me in a firm rhythm, slower than what I was used to, withdrawing almost all the way and driving back in to the hilt. Each thrust made me moan against his shoulder. It was a different rhythm, firmer, less urgent. I was opening like no one had ever opened me before. He caught my legs beneath the knees, lifted them, and spread them all the way apart, and from then on he fucked me deeper, touching a depth Adrián never reached.

To my left I heard Elena moaning over Adrián. She moaned just as I had heard her the first night through the wall, except now she was two yards away and I was partly responsible. “Yes, Adrián, like that, give it to me hard, put that whole cock inside me, come inside.” I felt a new heat, different from sex, deeper, something I didn’t know how to name.

“Look at me,” Ricardo asked without stopping his thrusts.

I looked at him. His eyes were gray. I had never seen gray eyes so close. He drove his cock all the way in and left it there, moving only his hips in circles, rubbing my clitoris against his pubic bone. I came while looking at them, with a long cry that burst from my chest and made Elena, from the sofa, come almost at the same time on top of Adrián.

***

When we caught our breath, Elena turned on top of Adrián so she could see her husband. Ricardo was still inside me, motionless, his cock still hard and throbbing.

“Don’t come yet,” she told him from the sofa. “Pull it out. Jack off for me. I want to watch you come by yourself, with Clara’s cunt in your hand.”

Ricardo pulled out carefully. I felt the emptiness immediately and complained without meaning to. He sat at the edge of the table, gripped his cock, shiny with my wetness, and began to masturbate while watching his wife ride another man. He ran his thumb over the tip with every upward stroke, coating himself in what I had left on him. I sat up, settled beside him, stroked his back, and without thinking much, took his testicles in my hand, gently squeezing them in time with his fist.

“Have you always been like this?” I asked in a very low voice.

“Never,” he answered without taking his eyes off Elena. “This is the first time.”

He said it without looking away, his hand moving at the same rhythm Elena imposed on Adrián. I lowered my head and licked the tip while he continued jerking off, tasting myself on him. I ran my tongue over the glans, the frenulum, the entire length, without taking him all the way into my mouth, helping him. He moaned low and controlled, never taking his eyes off Elena. When she fixed her gaze on him from the sofa, he clenched his teeth and sped up his fist. Adrián grabbed her breasts from behind and pinched her nipples at the same time, and Elena cried out and came again while riding him.

That was when Ricardo let out a hoarse growl and came across the wooden tabletop, with a short cry I felt in my own belly. A long, thick stream came out, reaching almost to the tablecloth, followed by two or three shorter ones that fell onto my hand and his own thighs. Without thinking, I ran my finger over my lips and sucked his semen off in front of him.

“Jesus, Clara,” he murmured. “What a woman.”

Afterward Ricardo dressed in silence. He kissed Elena on the forehead, kissed me on the cheek, and shook Adrián’s hand as if we had just signed a contract. Before leaving, he stopped at the door.

“Keep her,” he said, indicating Elena with a nod of his chin. “She’s still got a long way to go. I’ll come pick her up tomorrow.”

And he closed the door behind him.

***

The three of us stayed in the living room, half naked, looking at one another with a new smile.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Adrián suggested. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Elena had pulled her blouse over her shoulders without buttoning it. She walked between us, one hand on each of our backs, to the bedroom. When I went to sit her on the edge of the bed, she shook her head.

“I’ll sit in the armchair,” she said, pointing to the one in the corner. “I want to watch you. I like watching. I always have.”

Adrián and I stood in the center of the bedroom, looking at each other as if we were seeing one another for the first time. He pulled down my skirt and removed what was left of my torn panties. I finished taking off his shirt and grabbed his cock, still hard and sticky with Elena. We kissed for a long time, unhurried, in front of that woman who had been a stranger and was no longer one.

Elena had spread her legs in the armchair, her skirt gathered up, her hand between her thighs. She didn’t hide herself. She had two fingers inside her cunt and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb, never stopping watching us as if she were reading a book she liked very much.

“Talk to me,” she said. “Ignore me. Pretend I’m not here. I’ll come by myself watching you.”

Adrián gently pushed me onto the bed. I knelt at the edge and grabbed his cock, licking him from top to bottom, tasting Elena on him. He tasted different from Adrián, saltier, and I liked it. I took him into my mouth all the way, looking up at him, and he gripped my head with both hands and began to fuck my mouth slowly.

“You were so fucking hot with him on top of you,” he told me in a hoarse voice. “All spread open on the table, your tits out. You have no idea how turned on it made me to see you like that.”

I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“You too,” I replied. “With her astride you, riding you. You looked beautiful.”

“I thought about you the whole time.”

“Liar.”

He laughed against my neck. He lay me on my back, spread my legs, and entered slowly. I opened all the way, still sensitive and widened by Ricardo, and felt Adrián slide deep inside me without effort. He began moving over me in a rhythm that belonged only to us, intimate, different from the neighbor’s, more nervous and more mine. He sucked my nipples one by one, bit my neck, and whispered filthy things in my ear. “Your husband’s slut, tell me I’m the only one who really fucks you.” “You’re the only one, Adrián, you’re the only one, come inside me.” From the armchair we heard Elena’s breathing quicken in time with ours. As far as I know, she didn’t close her eyes all night.

He turned me over and put me on all fours. He gripped my hips and pounded me from behind, harder now, slapping my ass so the sound echoed through the bedroom. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed, Adrián’s hand on the back of my neck, Elena moaning from the corner and masturbating without pause. I came twice more in that position, ravaged, before Adrián turned me over again, climbed on top of me, and finished inside me with a roar, emptying himself completely while I dug my nails into his back.

When we collapsed on our sides, panting, I heard Elena moan softly from the corner and then let out a long, complete sigh, the sigh of someone who has been waiting a long time for what has just arrived. She had come too, alone in the armchair, watching us.

“Plan the next dinner,” she said, her voice still trembling. “And tell Ricardo to buy the wine.”

The three of us burst out laughing.

Across the landing, sometime in the early hours of the morning, I heard Ricardo’s door close. He was coming back to get his wife. And I knew, without any doubt now, that it wouldn’t be the last Saturday.