My Fifth-Floor Neighbors Waited for Me Alone That Afternoon

My husband and I live on the sixth floor of a quiet building near the Malecón in Trujillo. Directly below us, on the fifth floor, live Don Ricardo and Don Mauricio, two widowers already past sixty. They’re the kind of old-fashioned gentlemen who always wear a kind smile, are always ready to hold the elevator door, and always offer a restrained compliment that never crossed the line. We’ve known each other since we moved in five years ago, so trust comes naturally, as if they were distant but beloved uncles.

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 beneath a thin blouse, I know perfectly well what I’m causing. Diego, my husband, earns good money and spoils me: lace lingerie, thin-strapped sandals, perfumes that smell like things you don’t mention in public. He was my first and only man. I had never felt another man inside me.

Don Ricardo and Don Mauricio never disrespected me. But I know they look. When I go down to the lobby in tight shorts or a blouse that reveals the edge of my bra, their pupils dilate. Their mouths grow moist. Something shifts in their trousers. I pretend not to notice, bend down for a second longer than necessary to pick up a fallen key, let the fabric tighten over my hips. There’s something about knowing that those two old men, who haven’t touched a woman in years, are dying for me. It turns me on like nothing else.

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

—Tell me, princess.

—Today I went down to greet the fifth-floor neighbors in the black shorts you gave me. And the strappy blouse. My love… the newspapers fell right out of their hands.

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

—Poor old men. They’ve been pent up for years. Just imagine, two sixty-somethings watching that fine ass of yours swaying around down there. I bet they masturbate thinking about you every night.

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

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

That night he fucked me as if he wanted to mark me. But when he fell asleep and I lay awake staring at the ceiling, I thought about the old cocks of the men downstairs. What they must be like. What they would do if they got the chance.

***

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

—Good morning, neighbors —we greeted them.

—Diego, we’ll look after Marianita for you —Don Ricardo said, in that deep voice that seemed to caress—. If anything happens, let us know.

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

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

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

—What if the neighbors talk?

—Sweetheart, nobody sees us. The elevator stops right at our door. And we’re respectful men. We won’t touch you… unless you want us to.

Don Mauricio let out a soft chuckle.

—We only want some company, Marianita. Your personality brightens our mornings.

I swallowed. My heart was beating between my legs.

—I’ll come down tomorrow —I said.

That night I masturbated three times.

***

Breakfast became a habit. The first day, I went down in short shorts and without a bra. Don Ricardo poured my coffee with trembling hands. Don Mauricio passed me the jam and let his fingers linger over mine. We talked about everything: their adventures when they were young, quick fucks in roadside motels, women who ran away from them screaming with pleasure. I told them about my first times at university, dark parks, how I met Diego, how he made love to me for the first time. Their pupils darkened. Low sighs escaped them. They shifted in their chairs whenever their bulges grew too uncomfortable.

I left with my thong soaked and a smile I couldn’t wipe away.

The breakfasts continued. Each one became more suggestive. Crop tops that revealed my navel, high-heeled sandals, gazes lingering on my mouth. A hand lingering on my knee, a shoulder massage drifting dangerously close to my tits. Every day I left hotter, closer to crossing the line I still pretended not to see.

My body was on fire. Diego was in Pucallpa, and I was alone in bed, fingers buried deep inside me, imagining thick cocks sliding in and out. Four days after he left, there was a knock at the door at two in the afternoon. It was them, with a bottle of pisco and conspiratorial smiles.

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

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

***

The apartment smelled of coffee and clean men, with that touch of restrained testosterone that made my skin prickle. We ate suckling pig and toasted with pisco. The conversation heated up quickly.

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

I felt a shiver climb the back of my neck.

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

—Mine is shorter, daughter, but thicker. I left them sore the next day.

I licked my lips without realizing it.

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

—No —I said, slowly rising to my feet and letting my dress ride up—. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll dance for him. As a gift. For free.

—Marianita, what will your husband say?

—He doesn’t have to find out —I replied, bending over so my cleavage opened—. And relax, I’m only going to dance. Nothing more.

I put on soft music on my phone and began to sway my hips. The dress clung to my sweaty skin. My nipples showed through the fabric. I turned around, braced my hands against the wall, and stuck out my ass. I lowered myself slowly, bending my knees. Then I rose, rolling my hips from side to side.

—That’s it, Marianita, move it more! —Don Ricardo shouted, adjusting his bulge without even trying to hide it.

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 around. They were both sitting with their legs spread, their eyes fixed on me.

—We want to see your thong, baby —Don Ricardo requested.

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

I couldn’t resist. I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my dress and slowly pulled it up, exposing my black lace thong. I kept dancing. I dropped onto all fours on the floor, arching my back, my heavy tits hanging down. 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 trembling hands still daring not to touch me.

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

When I returned to the center of the living room and looked at them, they had both opened their trousers. Don Ricardo’s cock was out, long, veiny, curving upward. Don Mauricio’s was thick as a baby’s arm, its broad head shining with precum. They both masturbated slowly while watching me.

—Do you want me to keep dancing, or can’t you hold out any longer?

They both panted in unison.

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

***

Don Ricardo beckoned 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 moaned. I licked it from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of precum. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took it in, filling my throat. I began sucking eagerly, letting saliva run down my chin.

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

Don Ricardo masturbated faster beside us.

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

I crawled toward him on my knees. I gripped his long cock and licked it like a candy melting in my mouth. I took it deep, until it brushed my throat. With my other hand, I lowered my fingers to my pussy and pushed two inside, masturbating while I sucked them both in turns.

—Do you want more? —I asked, pulling the cock from my mouth and licking my lips—. Because I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel them inside me. Both of them.

***

Don Ricardo lifted me as if I were a rag doll. Don Mauricio swept everything off the dining table with one swipe of his hand—plates, cups, coffee—and left me on my back on the cold wood. My legs spread wide. My swollen, dripping cunt exposed like an offering.

—Don Ricardo, forgive me —I panted—. But I want Don Mauricio to be first. It’s his birthday. Let me give him this wet cunt.

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

They undressed quickly, without ceremony. Shirts hit the floor, trousers went flying. Strong old men’s bodies: gray hair on their chests, somewhat rounded bellies but hard muscles underneath, cocks stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. Don Ricardo stood behind my head, his long cock dripping precum onto my lips. Don Mauricio positioned himself between my legs and began eating my cunt with a thick, practiced tongue. I writhed across the table.

—Aaah! Don Mauricio, you eat me so good! Holy shit, what a tongue you have…!

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

Don Mauricio stood up. He grabbed my legs, lifted them high, and spread them like scissors. His thick cock pointed at my soaked entrance. He pushed in all at once, without mercy. The broad head parted my lips. The thick shaft stretched me to my limit. He entered all the way. The hard blow against my uterus knocked the breath from me.

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

Don Ricardo, chuckling softly, turned my head and put his long cock in my mouth. The head brushed my throat at once. He began fucking it with slow but firm thrusts. Saliva ran from the corners of my mouth. I could barely breathe, moaning around his shaft.

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

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

My second orgasm exploded like a bomb. My cunt clenched hard around the thick cock. Hot jets 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 growled like a beast, drove himself to my uterus, and came inside me. Hot, thick jets filled my vagina. The heat triggered another orgasm. My pussy milked him, my juices mixing with his semen.

Don Ricardo couldn’t hold out any longer. He grabbed my hair, shoved his cock to the back of my throat, and came. Thick milk flooded my mouth, spilling from the corners. I coughed and choked, but he kept pumping until he had emptied himself completely.

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

They both laughed with the heavy laughter of satisfied old men.

***

We drank pisco. A filthy toast. I was still naked and sweaty, semen sliding down my thighs. Don Ricardo took me back to the table. He pushed me down gently but firmly until my tits were flattened against the wood. My ass was raised. He spread my legs like scissors. He knelt behind me and buried his face between my buttocks. His tongue licked my cunt from my clitoris to my other hole, sucking my swollen lips and lapping up the mixture of semen and my fluids.

—Aaah! Don Ricardo! Lick it all, put that tongue deep inside me!

Don Mauricio turned my head, grabbed my hair, and shoved his cock into me in one thrust. The broad head stretched my mouth to its limit. He began fucking my throat mercilessly. Don Ricardo stood up, aimed his long cock at my pussy, and drove it all the way in. The impact drew a muffled shriek from me. He began a constant, deep, filthy in-and-out. I came again, jets splashing his thighs.

He pulled out with a wet sound and aimed the head directly at my anus.

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

—Don Ricardo, that cock is going to split me open!

—Your husband never put it in there?

—Yes, but his is a quarter the size of yours.

—Relax, daughter. Slowly.

He pushed the head in, opening my anus centimeter by centimeter. I moaned loudly when it entered halfway. Another thrust and he was buried inside me. He began fucking me with a steady rhythm, his long cock reaching places I had never felt before. Don Mauricio, without removing his cock from my mouth, continued fucking my throat while his companion opened me without 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, harder and dirtier.

Don Ricardo growled, drove himself all the way in, and came in my rectum. Hot semen dripped from my open anus when he pulled out. Don Mauricio withdrew his cock from my mouth with a wet sound and collapsed onto the sofa.

Don Ricardo took me to the sofa and sat me between them, naked and sweaty, my cunt and anus open and 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 only the beginning —Don Mauricio said, patting my thigh—. From now on, are you our sixth-floor girl?

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

***

I gathered my clothes and sandals from the floor. My dress was wrinkled. My thong was soaked. I almost slipped on the floor, flooded with fluids. I staggered toward the door.

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

—I don’t give a damn —I replied with a mischievous laugh—. Let them look if they want.

Don Ricardo laughed loudly.

—Why would we go to a nightclub, then? We have our own 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 sixth-floor landing, I ran into Don Esteban, the seventh-floor neighbor, who was coming down while 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-good afternoon, Mrs. Mariana —he stammered, his eyes fixed on my body—. It seems you’re… very hot.

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

—You have no idea how much, Don Esteban.

He swallowed. The bulge in his trousers grew.

—Could I… visit you sometime soon? I have a few days off.

I smiled, licking my lips.

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

I climbed the last few steps, swaying my ass, feeling his gaze fixed on my back, and entered my apartment with a huge grin. Diego would still be in Pucallpa for several more days. And I already had plans to fill every minute with new and old cocks.