My neighbors on the fifth floor waited for me alone that afternoon

My husband and I live on the sixth floor of a quiet building near the Malecón in Trujillo. Right below us, on the fifth, are Don Ricardo and Don Mauricio, two widowers who are already past sixty. They’re the kind of old-fashioned gentlemen who are always smiling politely, always ready to hold the elevator door, always with a measured compliment that never crosses the line. We’ve known each other ever since we moved in five years ago, so the trust comes naturally, like they’re distant uncles, but beloved ones.

My name is Mariana. I’m thirty-four, with a slim waist and a round ass my husband makes sure to remind me about every night. My tits are high, my nipples dark, and when I go out without a bra under a thin blouse, I know exactly what I provoke. Diego, my husband, earns well and spoils me: lace lingerie, sandals with thin straps, perfumes that smell like things that aren’t said in public. He was my first and only man. I’d never felt another inside me.

Don Ricardo and Don Mauricio never disrespected me. But I know they look. When I go down to the lobby wearing tight shorts or a blouse that shows the edge of my bra, their pupils dilate. Their mouths get wet. Something stirs in their pants. I pretend I don’t notice, I bend down one second longer than necessary to pick up a dropped key, I let the fabric stretch over my hip. There’s something about knowing those two old men, who haven’t touched a woman in years, are dying for me. That turns me on like nothing else.

—Diego, I’m going to tell you something —I said one afternoon, my voice low—. But don’t get mad, okay?

—Tell me, princess.

—Today I went down to say hi to the guys on the fifth wearing the black shorts you gave me. And the tank top. My love… their newspapers nearly fell out of their hands.

Diego let out a rough laugh that turned me on even more.

—Poor old guys. They’ve been holding back for years. Imagine, two men in their sixties seeing that ass of yours swaying around. They’re probably jerking off thinking about you every night.

—I feel sorry for them —I lied, with a treacherous heat rising through my belly—. But at the same time I love having them like that, on the edge.

I think my husband was turned on by other men looking at me lustfully.

That night he fucked me like he wanted to mark me. But when he fell asleep and I stayed awake staring at the ceiling, I thought about the old cocks from the fifth floor. What they would be like. What they would do if they had the chance.

***

Days later, Diego had to travel to Pucallpa. Fifteen whole days. A problem at the branch there, and they sent him to sort it out. I said goodbye in the building entrance with a long, deep kiss, pressing myself against him so he’d feel my hard tits through the fabric. Right then Don Ricardo and Don Mauricio appeared carrying bakery bags.

—Good morning, neighbors —we greeted each other.

—Diego, we’re counting on you to take care of Marianita —said Don Ricardo, with that deep voice of his that seemed to caress—. Anything at all, let us know.

—Don’t worry. She’s in the best hands.

Diego gave my ass an affectionate pat before getting into the taxi. I stood there feeling the two old men’s gazes run over my back like fingers. In the elevator, the three of us silent, the space was so tight that Don Mauricio’s arm brushed mine.

—Marianita —said Don Ricardo, glancing at my cleavage—, why don’t you come down and have breakfast with us tomorrow? There’s plenty of coffee.

—And if the neighbors talk?

—Sweetheart, no one sees us. The elevator opens right at the door. And we’re respectful. We won’t touch you… unless you want us to.

Don Mauricio let out a soft chuckle.

—We just want company, Marianita. That personality of yours brightens up our mornings.

I swallowed. My heart was pounding between my legs.

—Tomorrow I’ll come down —I said.

That night I masturbated three times.

***

Breakfast became a habit. I came down the first day in short shorts and a blouse with no bra. Don Ricardo served me coffee with trembling hands. Don Mauricio passed me the jam and let his fingers linger over mine. We talked about everything: their youthful adventures, quick fucks in roadside motels, women who left them screaming in pleasure. I told them about my first times at university, the dark parks, how I met Diego, how he made love to me for the first time. Their pupils darkened. Low sighs slipped out of them. They shifted in their chairs when their bulges got too tight.

I left there with my thong soaked and a smile I couldn’t erase.

The breakfasts continued. Every time more explicit. Tops that showed my belly button, high heels, gazes that lingered on my mouth. A hand lingering on my knee, a shoulder massage that dangerously drifted closer to my tits. I got hotter every day, closer and closer to crossing the line I still pretended not to see.

My body was on fire. Diego in Pucallpa, me alone in bed with my fingers buried deep, imagining thick cocks going in and out. Four days after he left, someone knocked on the door at two in the afternoon. It was them, with a bottle of pisco and a conspiratorial smile.

—Today is Mauricio’s birthday —said Don Ricardo—. Come down and celebrate with us, sweetheart. So the day doesn’t go unnoticed.

I agreed without thinking. I put on a short cotton dress, no bra, and a lace thong that was already wet before I even went down to the fifth.

***

The apartment smelled of coffee and clean men, with that touch of restrained testosterone that made my skin prick up. We ate roast pork, toasted with pisco. The conversation heated up fast.

—Marianita —said Don Ricardo, his knee brushing mine—, I’m going to confess something. When I was young, women came to me because I had it bigger than normal. Long. Veiny. The kind that opens them up properly.

I felt a shiver climbing the back of my neck.

—And you, Don Mauricio? —I asked, my voice trembling.

—Mine’s shorter, sweetheart, but thicker. I left them sore the next day.

I licked my lips without realizing it.

—Tonight —Don Ricardo went on— we were thinking of hiring a girl for Mauricio. As a birthday present.

—No —I said, standing slowly, letting the dress ride up—. For that, you have me. I’ll dance for him. As a gift. Free.

—Marianita, what’s your husband going to say?

—He doesn’t need to find out —I answered, bending down so the neckline would open—. And don’t worry, I’m just going to dance. Nothing else.

I put on soft music on my phone and started rolling my hips. The dress stuck to my sweaty skin. My nipples showed through the fabric. I turned around, put my hands on the wall and stuck my ass out. I lowered myself slowly, bending my knees. I rose up, swaying side to side.

—That’s it, Marianita, move it more! —Don Ricardo shouted, adjusting his bulge without shame.

I could feel my thong soaked, my sticky lips rubbing against the fabric. I wondered whether I was dancing for them or for myself. The fire inside me was burning me alive.

After several minutes, I turned back around. Both of them were sitting there with their legs open, eyes fixed on me.

—We want to see your thong, sweetheart —Don Ricardo asked.

—Yes, yes, pull up the dress! —Don Mauricio insisted, slapping the sofa arm with his palm.

I couldn’t resist. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of the dress and slowly pulled it up until the black lace thong was exposed. I kept dancing. I got down on all fours on the floor, arching my back, my tits hanging heavy. I moved toward Don Mauricio, straddled his lap, and felt his thick cock throbbing against my pussy through the fabric. I moved slowly. He let out a low groan, his hands trembling, still not daring to touch me.

I stood up before he lost control and went to Don Ricardo. I repeated the movement. His long, stiff cock pressed right at my entrance. I rocked myself on top of him, letting the head rub against my swollen clit. I moaned without shame.

When I returned to the center of the living room and looked at them, both of them had opened their pants. Don Ricardo had his cock out, long, veiny, curved upward. Don Mauricio had his thick as a baby’s arm, the wide head shining with precum. Both of them were jerking off slowly, watching me.

—Do you want me to keep dancing or can’t you take it anymore?

Both of them gasped at the same time.

—Damn —I said, my voice hoarse—. These cocks are bigger than my husband’s. I want to try them.

***

Don Ricardo motioned to me with one finger. I knelt in front of Don Mauricio. I grabbed his thick cock with both hands. It barely fit. The head brushed my lips and I let out a moan. I licked it from base to tip, tasting the salty flavor of precum. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took it in, filling my throat. I started sucking hard, letting saliva run down my chin.

—Holy shit, Marianita —Don Mauricio growled, his hands in my hair—. What a mouth you’ve got, sweetheart.

Don Ricardo was jerking off faster to the side.

—Come here, sweetheart. Don’t leave the other one waiting.

I crawled on my knees over to him. I grabbed his long cock and licked it like a candy that was melting in my mouth. I took it deep, until it brushed my throat. With my other hand I slid my fingers down to my sex and shoved two inside, masturbating myself while I sucked them both in turns.

—Want more? —I asked, pulling the cock out of my mouth and licking my lips—. Because I can’t hold out. I want to feel them inside. Both of them.

***

Don Ricardo picked me up like I was a rag doll. Don Mauricio swept everything off the dining table with one swipe of his hand—plates, cups, the coffee—and laid me back on the cold wood. My legs open. My swollen, dripping pussy exposed like an offering.

—Don Ricardo, excuse me —I panted—. But I want Don Mauricio to go first. It’s his birthday. Let me give him this wet pussy.

—Of course, sweetheart. Enjoy my friend’s cock.

They got naked fast, no ceremony. Shirts to the floor, pants flying. Old men’s bodies strong: gray hair on their chests, bellies a little round but hard muscle underneath, stiff cocks pointing toward the ceiling. Don Ricardo stood behind my head, his long cock dripping precum over my lips. Don Mauricio positioned himself between my legs and started eating my pussy with a thick, expert tongue. I writhed on the table.

—Aaaah! Don Mauricio, eat me so good! Holy shit, what a tongue you’ve got…!

He shoved two thick fingers in, curling them upward, rubbing that spot that makes me lose my mind. I came in under a minute, screaming, hot sprays splashing his face and the table.

Don Mauricio stood up. He grabbed my legs, lifted them high, opened them like scissors. His thick cock aimed at my soaked entrance. He pushed in in one stroke, merciless. The wide head spread my lips open. The thick shaft stretched me to the limit. He went all the way in. The hard удар against my womb took my breath away.

—Ufff! Don Mauricio! I’ve never felt a cock this good! It’s splitting me in two!

Don Ricardo, laughing softly, turned my head and shoved his long cock into my mouth. The head grazed my throat right away. He started fucking my mouth with slow but firm thrusts. Saliva ran down the corners of my lips. I could barely breathe, moaning around his shaft.

Don Mauricio picked up the pace. His hairy balls slapped my ass with every thrust, the wet, filthy sound filling the apartment.

—Now enjoy these little dicks, my girl —he growled—. We’re going to make you see stars.

The second orgasm exploded like a bomb. My pussy clenched hard around the thick cock. Hot sprays soaked his belly and the table. I screamed with my mouth full, my body arching, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks. They didn’t stop.

Don Mauricio groaned like a beast, drove himself in to the womb and unloaded inside me. Hot, thick spurts filled my pussy. The heat triggered another orgasm. My sex was milking him, my juices mixing with his semen.

Don Ricardo couldn’t hold out anymore. He grabbed my hair, shoved his cock to the back of my throat and came. Thick milk flooded my mouth, spilling from the corners of my lips. I coughed, gagged, but he didn’t stop pumping until he was completely emptied.

—Cough, cough. Don Ricardo, you’re like a milk cow. Where the hell does all that milk come from?

Both of them laughed with that deep, satisfied old-man laugh.

***

We drank pisco. A dirty toast. I was still naked, sweaty, the semen sliding down my thighs. Don Ricardo took me back to the table. He pushed me, gentle but firm, until my tits were flattened against the wood. My ass up. He spread my legs like scissors. He knelt behind me and buried his face between my cheeks. His tongue licked my pussy from clit to the other hole, sucking the swollen lips, slurping up the mix of semen and my fluids.

—Aaaah! Don Ricardo! Lick it all, put that tongue all the way in me!

Don Mauricio turned my head, grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in with one thrust. The wide head opened my mouth to the limit. He started fucking my throat mercilessly. Don Ricardo stood up, pointed his long cock at my sex and drove it in to the hilt. The удар made me let out a muffled shriek. He started a steady, deep, filthy in-and-out motion. I came again, sprays splashing his thighs.

He pulled out with a wet sound and aimed the head straight at my ass.

—Now I’m going to break your other hole, Marianita.

—Don Ricardo, with that cock you’re going to split me open!

—Has your husband never put it in you back there?

—Yes, but his is a quarter of yours.

—Relax, sweetheart. Slowly.

He pushed the head in, opening my asshole centimeter by centimeter. I moaned loudly when he got halfway in. Another push and he was buried all the way. He started fucking me at a steady pace, that long cock reaching places I’d never felt before. Don Mauricio, without taking his cock out of my mouth, kept fucking my throat while his friend opened me with no mercy.

I was a trembling body, filled everywhere. Every thrust in my ass made me moan around Don Mauricio’s cock. Another orgasm exploded inside me, stronger, dirtier.

Don Ricardo groaned, drove in to the hilt and came in my rectum. Hot semen dripped out of my open ass as he pulled out. Don Mauricio pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet sound and collapsed onto the sofa.

Don Ricardo led me to the sofa and sat me between the two of them, naked, sweaty, with my pussy and ass open, dripping white milk.

—Holy fucking shit! —I said, my voice hoarse and satisfied—. You’ve turned me into your personal whore. But I don’t regret a thing.

—And this is just the beginning —said Don Mauricio, patting my thigh—. From now on, are you ours from the sixth floor?

—Whenever you want, daddies. In your apartment, in mine, on the stairs, in the elevator. Just say when and I’ll come crawling if I have to.

***

I picked up my clothes and sandals from the floor. The dress was wrinkled. The thong soaked. I almost slipped on the floor puddled with fluids. I staggered toward the door.

—Are you going back up naked? —Don Mauricio asked, raising an eyebrow.

—I don’t give a shit —I answered with a mischievous laugh—. Let them see me if they want.

Don Ricardo laughed out loud.

—Then why would we ever go to the nightclub? We’ve got our personal whore right here.

I closed the door behind me. I climbed the stairs slowly, my body still burning, my tits bouncing freely, semen sliding down my legs with every step. On the landing of the sixth floor I ran into Don Esteban, the neighbor from the seventh, who was coming down looking at his phone. He froze when he saw me: naked, sweaty, with red marks on my tits and white semen dripping down my thighs.

—G-go-good afternoon, Mrs. Mariana —he stammered, his eyes glued to my body—. You seem to have… a lot of heat.

I took a step closer, letting him get a good look at the mess between my legs.

—You have no idea how much, Don Esteban.

He swallowed. His bulge grew in his pants.

—Could I… visit you in the next few days? I’ve got a few days off.

I smiled, licking my lips.

—Of course, Don Esteban. Call whenever you want. I’ll open the door exactly as I am right now.

I climbed the last stairs, swaying my ass, feeling his gaze fixed on my back, and went into my apartment with a grin from ear to ear. Diego still had several days left in Pucallpa. And I already had plans to fill every minute with new and old cocks.