My Two Mature Neighbors and a Birthday Without My Husband

My husband and I live on the sixth floor of a twelve-story building in a quiet area north of Guadalajara. Right below us, on the fifth floor, Don Ricardo and Don Eduardo have their apartment, two gentlemen who passed sixty a long time ago. They’re the kind of old-fashioned men who always wear a cordial smile, offer a respectful greeting, and say just the right thing. Our familiarity with them grew naturally, almost as if they were distant but beloved uncles.

My name is Marina. Thirty-five years old, and I wear them well. I don’t have magazine-cover curves, but everything I carry is where it belongs. A pretty face, eyes that invite without meaning to, full lips. A slender waist and a big, round, firm ass. High breasts, with dark nipples that stiffen at the slightest brush of air. When I go out without a bra, more than one man is left with his mouth dry. My husband reminds me every night: “You’re so delicious, Marina,” and proves it by opening my legs until he leaves me trembling. He’s fascinated by my ass, my breasts, and my feet. That’s why he gives me fine sandals, with delicate straps, and high heels that make me walk as though my whole body were begging for attention.

Mateo earns very well. I’m a pampered housewife: the gym, lace lingerie, perfumes that smell like desire. He was my first and only man. I’d never tried another cock besides his.

Don Ricardo and Don Eduardo had always been charming with both of us. Never an overbold compliment, never a hand daring too much. But I knew they looked. When I came downstairs in a tight skirt or a low-cut blouse, their eyes lingered a second longer than prudence allowed, their pupils dilated, and a short sigh escaped them. I pretended not to notice and yet bent a little farther than necessary to pick something up, letting the curve of my ass speak for itself. I liked knowing that those two respectful old men were silently dying to taste me.

“I’m going to tell you something, my love,” I blurted out to Mateo over lunch, “but don’t get mad.”

He set down his fork and looked at me with that smile that melts me.

“Don’t be silly, princess. Tell me.”

“Today I went downstairs to greet the men from the fifth floor wearing those Lycra shorts you gave me. Don Eduardo almost choked on his coffee, darling. And Don Ricardo’s bulge in his pants was perfectly obvious.”

Mateo let out a rough laugh, the kind that turns me on.

“Poor old men. They must be thinking about you every night.”

I laughed softly, but inside I felt a traitorous little warmth rising through my belly.

“They make me feel tender, my love. It’s been an eternity since they’ve gotten their hands on a woman. But they always behave like gentlemen with me.”

Deep down, Mateo was turned on by other men looking at me. We changed the subject before he could lunge across the table at me. When he left for work, I stayed on the sofa with my legs spread, thinking.

“Those two probably can’t even get it up with a pill,” I told myself. “With Mateo it’s good, he fucks me well, he makes me come, but sometimes I feel like something’s missing. My husband’s is small, though he makes up for it with championship-level tongue.” And without admitting it out loud, in the movies we watched together I couldn’t stop myself from getting wet imagining bigger cocks.

***

One morning, I went out to say goodbye to Mateo at the building entrance. The night before, he’d left my pussy swollen from so much fucking, so I gave him a long kiss, pressing myself against him. Just then Don Ricardo and Don Eduardo appeared with their bakery bags.

“Good morning, neighbors,” we greeted them.

“I’m leaving Marina in your care, all right?” Mateo said, giving my ass a smack that made my breasts bounce. “Take good care of her.”

“She’s in the best hands with us, my son,” Don Ricardo replied without taking his eyes off me.

The three of us got into the elevator. The silence filled with the almost imperceptible brushing of our bodies. I stood against the back wall, my arms crossed beneath my breasts so they would lift a little higher. Their shoulders brushed mine.

“Will you come have breakfast with us, sweetheart?” Don Ricardo said softly. “There’s coffee and room for three.”

“Oh, no!” I answered. “What will the neighbors think if they see me entering two bachelors’ apartment?”

Don Eduardo stepped closer, his arm brushing mine.

“Marina… nobody can see us. The elevator opens right at our door. We’re respectful men. We won’t touch you… unless you want us to.”

Don Ricardo gave a soft chuckle.

“We just want to see you sitting there, telling us things. That personality of yours brightens our morning.”

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. The doors opened, and the cool hallway air struck my heated skin.

“All right, but just for a little while,” I sighed. “I don’t want my lunch to be late.”

We went inside. It smelled of coffee and toast, but also of two clean men with their testosterone under control. We sat at the small dining table, me in the middle. Every time I leaned over to serve myself, my straps slipped a little. Don Ricardo brushed my thigh “by accident” whenever he moved; Don Eduardo let his fingers linger on mine when he passed me the sugar. The loose conversation turned to youthful adventures and first times. Their eyes darkened, and they shifted in their chairs as though their bulges were squeezing them.

When I looked at the clock, it was almost noon. I left with my pussy throbbing, my little thong soaked, and an impossible-to-erase smile. From that morning on, breakfast became a habit. Sometimes I went downstairs wearing increasingly provocative clothes; other times they came upstairs to chat with me. Touches that lingered longer and longer: a hand on my knee, a shoulder massage that came dangerously close to my breasts. When Mateo was present, all four of us laughed. When he wasn’t, the air grew thick with promises none of us said aloud.

***

Mateo had to travel to Mérida for twelve days because of a problem with the southeastern branch. I stayed alone in the apartment, my body on fire. From the first day, I woke up wet. I masturbated two or three times a day—in the shower with the stream aimed directly at my clitoris, in bed with my fingers buried deep—but nothing eased my hunger.

Until one afternoon, someone knocked on the door. It was Don Ricardo and Don Eduardo, with a bottle of reposado tequila and birthday smiles.

“Marina, today is Eduardo’s birthday,” Don Ricardo said, looking me up and down without pretending otherwise. “Come downstairs and celebrate with us, sweetheart. So the day doesn’t go unnoticed.”

I accepted without thinking. I put on a short cotton dress, no bra, and a lace thong that was already wet before I stepped out of the elevator. We went inside. The smell of a grown man hit me all at once. We sat on the large living-room sofa. Me in the middle.

We ate cochinita pibil that Don Eduardo had made, toasted with tequila, and things heated up quickly.

“Believe it or not, Marina,” Don Ricardo said in his deep voice, “when I was young, women approached me because I’m bigger than normal. Long, thick, the kind that opens them up properly and makes them moan from the very first thrust.”

I felt a shiver run from the nape of my neck down to my ass.

“Good heavens, Don Ricardo!” I replied, my voice trembling. “And you, Don Eduardo? I bet you’re big too, right?”

Don Eduardo shifted on the sofa as if his pants were too tight.

“We’re not exaggerating, sweetheart. They’re both good-sized. We’ve left women sore the next day.”

I laughed nervously, but inside I was burning all over.

“In fact, Marina,” Don Ricardo continued, his knee brushing mine, “we were going to a nightclub tonight. We were thinking of hiring someone for Eduardo as a gift. Someone to dance for him, to rub against him.”

“Oh, no. That’s what I’m here for,” I said, standing slowly so the dress would ride up a few inches and show them the curve. “I’ll dance for him as a birthday present. Free of charge. That said: just dancing. Nothing more.”

Don Eduardo raised his hands, pretending to stop me, but his eyes never left my breasts.

“No, sweetheart, what would your husband say?”

“He doesn’t have to find out. And relax. I’m only going to move for you two.”

I put on soft music on my phone and began to sway my hips. The dress clung to my sweaty skin. I raised my arms over my head and arched my back so my tits thrust forward. I turned around and put my hands against the wall, sticking my ass out as far as I could. I lowered myself slowly, bending my knees until I nearly touched the floor, then rose again, shaking it from side to side. I heard them panting, clapping, and whistling like teenagers at a party.

“That’s it, Marina! More, sweetheart!” Don Ricardo shouted.

Don Eduardo, his face red, began chanting:

“Lift the dress, lift it up!”

I slipped my thumbs into the sides, slowly rolled it up over my hips, and let it fall to the floor. My tits sprang free. I kept dancing in nothing but my little thong. I bent over with my back to them, spread my legs, and showed them my entire ass, the dark wet stain in the center. Then I got on all fours, arched my back, and let my heavy breasts hang with every shake.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I approached Don Eduardo, straddled his lap, and felt his thick cock throbbing against my pussy through the fabric. He let out a groan, his hands trembling. Before he lost control, I got up and went to Don Ricardo. I repeated the movement. His long, stiff prick pressed right against my entrance.

I returned to the center, dancing more slowly. When I turned around, they had both opened their pants. Don Ricardo had his cock out, long, veined, and curving upward; Don Eduardo’s was shorter but thicker, with a shiny head. They masturbated slowly while watching me.

“Fuck, look what you’ve done to me!” I exclaimed in a hoarse voice. “These cocks are insane. I want to taste them now.”

“Come here, sweetheart,” Don Ricardo said. “Today, the birthday boy gets to ask.”

I knelt in front of the sofa, grabbed Don Eduardo’s thick cock with both hands, ran my tongue from his balls to the head, and took it all the way into my mouth. I began to suck, letting saliva run down my chin while I moaned around his cock. Don Ricardo masturbated beside me, watching the show.

“Come over here, sweetheart. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I crawled on my knees over to him and grabbed his long cock. I licked it from base to tip, then took it deep until it brushed my throat. With my other hand, I pinched one of my nipples; then I lowered my fingers to my pussy and slipped two inside.

“Do you want more?” I asked, pulling it from my mouth. “Because I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel them inside me. Both of them.”

***

They carried me like a doll. Don Ricardo lifted me into his arms. Don Eduardo swept everything off the dining table with one swipe and laid me on my back across the cold wood. They stripped quickly. Strong old men’s bodies: gray hair on their chests, somewhat bulging bellies, hard cocks pointing at the ceiling.

“Don Ricardo, forgive me,” I panted, “but I want Don Eduardo to be first. It’s his birthday.”

“Of course, my girl. You enjoy yourself.”

Don Eduardo positioned himself between my legs, spread my lips with his thumbs, and began eating my pussy as if it were his last meal. His thick tongue licked upward, sucking, pushing inside, circling my clitoris. I writhed on the table.

“Aaaah, Don Eduardo, you eat me so good!” I shrieked.

He slipped in two fingers, curling them upward and rubbing the spot that makes me lose my mind. I came in less than a minute, screaming, my body convulsing, splashing his face and the table. Then he stood, grabbed one of my legs with each arm, lifted them, and drove his thick cock into me in a single thrust, all the way to the bottom. The impact against my uterus knocked the air out of me.

“Don Eduardo, you’re splitting me in two!” I moaned.

Don Ricardo turned my head toward him and put his long cock in my mouth. He began fucking my throat with slow but firm thrusts. I could barely breathe, saliva running from the corners of my mouth. Don Eduardo sped up, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. My second orgasm exploded like a bomb: my pussy clenched around his thick cock, hot jets gushing out in spurts.

Don Eduardo grunted, drove himself all the way in, and came inside me. Hot spurts of cum filled my vagina. Don Ricardo, two minutes later, grabbed me by the hair, shoved his prick all the way down my throat, and came in my mouth. There was so much that it spilled from the corners.

“Cough, cough! Don Ricardo, you’re like a dairy cow!” I coughed.

They both laughed with the thick laughter of satisfied old men. They left me sprawled across the table, sweaty, my pussy open, overflowing with white semen that dripped onto the wood.

“No one has ever fucked me this good,” I panted. “You two are going to be my daddies from the fifth floor.”

Don Eduardo poured me a tequila. I drank it in one gulp, still tasting cum in my mouth.

***

We didn’t stop there. Don Ricardo took me to the sofa, put me on all fours, and licked me from bottom to top before sliding his long cock into me again. Don Eduardo took turns filling my mouth. Then we changed positions: Don Ricardo sat on the sofa and had me climb onto him astride; Don Eduardo spit on my asshole and, with both cocks filling me at once, I felt one orgasm after another until I lost count.

When there was no more cum left to milk from them and no more screams left to give, I staggered to my feet. I walked toward the door, still completely naked, my legs dripping.

“But, Marina,” Don Ricardo laughed. “Are you going upstairs like that?”

“Yes,” I answered, with the mischievous laugh of someone who had already crossed every line. “Let whoever wants to see me.”

I closed the door behind me, semen sliding down my thighs with every step. I climbed the stairs slowly. On the sixth-floor landing, I ran into Don Hernán, the neighbor from the seventh floor. He froze when he saw me: naked, sweaty, red finger marks on my tits, white cum dripping down my thighs.

“G-good afternoon, Mrs. Marina… it looks like you’re very hot,” he stammered.

“Oh, yes, Don Hernán… you can’t imagine how hot I still am.”

He swallowed, the bulge in his pants growing.

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

I smiled, licking my lips.

“Of course, Don Hernán. Call whenever you like, and I’ll open the door for you just as I am now.”

I climbed the last steps, shaking my ass and feeling his gaze fixed on me, then entered the apartment with a grin from ear to ear. Mateo still had several days left in Mérida. And I already had plans to fill every minute.