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, Mr. Ricardo and Mr. Eduardo have their apartment, two gentlemen who turned sixty long ago. They’re the kind of old-school men who are always smiling politely, greeting you respectfully, and choosing their words carefully. My trust in them grew naturally, almost as if they were distant uncles we were fond of.

My name is Marina. I’ve got thirty-five years that sit me well. I don’t have magazine-cover curves, but everything I carry is right where it should be. Pretty face, eyes that invite without even trying, full lips. Narrow waist and a big, round, firm ass. High breasts, with dark nipples that rise at the slightest touch of air. When I go out without a bra, more than one man is left dry-mouthed. My husband reminds me every night: “You’re fucking hot, Marina,” and proves it by spreading my legs until he has me trembling. He’s crazy about my ass, my tits, and my feet. That’s why he gives me elegant sandals with delicate straps and high heels that make me walk as if my whole body were asking for attention.

Mateo makes very good money. I’m a spoiled housewife: gym, lace lingerie, perfumes that smell like desire. He was my first and only man. I’ve never tasted any cock but his.

Mr. Ricardo and Mr. Eduardo were always lovely with both of us. Never a remark too far, never a hand that dared. But I knew they looked. When I came down in a tight skirt or a little low-cut blouse, their eyes would stay on me a second longer than was proper, their pupils would widen, a short sigh would escape them. I pretended not to notice, and yet I’d bend over a little more than necessary to pick something up, letting the curve of my ass speak for itself. I liked knowing those two respectful old men were silently dying to have a taste of me.

—I want to tell you something, my love —I blurted out to Mateo at lunch—, but don’t get mad.

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

—Don’t be silly, princess. Tell me.

—Today I went down to say hi to the guys on the fifth wearing that Lycra short you gave me. Eduardo nearly choked on his coffee, baby. And Ricardo had a pretty obvious bulge in his pants.

Mateo burst out laughing, rough and throaty, the kind that lights me up.

—Poor old guys. They must be thinking about you every night.

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

—I feel tender toward them, baby. It’s been ages since they last got their hands on a woman. But with me they always behave like gentlemen.

Deep down, Mateo got turned on by other men looking at me. We changed the subject before he threw himself across the table. When he left for work, I stayed on the couch, legs apart, thinking.

“Those two probably couldn’t get it up with a pill,” I told myself. “With Mateo it’s good, he fucks me well, makes me come, but sometimes I feel like something’s missing. My husband’s cock 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 getting wet imagining bigger cocks.

***

One morning, I went to see Mateo off in the building entrance. The night before he’d left my pussy swollen from all the fucking, so I gave him a long kiss, pressing myself against him. Just then Mr. Ricardo and Mr. Eduardo appeared with bags from the bakery.

—Good morning, neighbors —we greeted each other.

—I’m leaving Marina in your care, okay? —said Mateo, giving my ass a slap that made my tits bounce—. Take good care of her.

—She’s in the best hands with us, son —Mr. Ricardo replied, not taking his eyes off me.

The three of us went up in the elevator. The silence filled with the barely perceptible brush of our bodies. I stood against the back wall, arms crossed under my tits so they’d lift a little more. Their shoulders brushed mine.

—Coming to have breakfast with us, daughter? —Mr. Ricardo said quietly—. There’s coffee and room for three.

—Oh, no! —I answered—. What are the neighbors going to think if they see me going into a bachelor apartment?

Mr. Eduardo stepped closer, his arm grazing mine.

—Marina… nobody can see us. The elevator takes us straight to the door. We’re respectful. We don’t touch you… unless you want us to.

Mr. Ricardo let out a soft chuckle.

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

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. The doors opened and the cool air of the hallway hit my hot skin.

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

We went in. It smelled like coffee and toast, but also like two clean men with restrained testosterone. We sat at the small dining table, me in the middle. Every time I leaned over to serve myself, my straps slipped a little. Mr. Ricardo “by accident” brushed my thigh when he moved; Mr. Eduardo let his fingers linger on mine as he passed me the sugar. The conversation, loose and easy, drifted to youth adventures and first times. Their eyes darkened, they shifted in their chairs as if their erections were pressing against them.

When I checked the time, it was almost twelve. I got out of there with my pussy throbbing, my thong soaked, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. From that morning on, breakfast became a habit. Sometimes I’d go down wearing clothes that got more and more provocative; other times they’d come up to chat with me. Touches that lasted longer and longer: a hand on the knee, a shoulder rub that came dangerously close to my breasts. When Mateo was there, the four of us laughed. When he wasn’t, the air turned thick with promises none of us said out loud.

***

Mateo had to travel to Mérida for twelve days, 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 straight at my clit, in bed with my fingers deep inside—, but nothing calmed the hunger.

Until one afternoon, there was a knock at the door. It was Mr. Ricardo and Mr. Eduardo, with a bottle of aged tequila and a birthday smile.

—Marina, today is Eduardo’s birthday —said Mr. Ricardo, looking me up and down without even trying to hide it—. Come down 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 even stepped out of the elevator. We went in. The smell of grown man hit me right away. We sat on the big living room couch. Me in the middle.

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

—Whether you believe it or not, Marina —Mr. Ricardo said in his deep voice—, when I was young women came up to me because mine is bigger than normal. Long, thick, the kind that opens you well and makes you moan from the very first thrust.

I felt a shiver run from my neck all the way to my ass.

—Oh my God, Mr. Ricardo! —I answered, my voice trembling—. And you, Mr. Eduardo? Yours is big too, right?

Mr. Eduardo shifted on the couch as if his pants were too tight.

—We’re not exaggerating, sweetheart. Both of them are a good size. We’ve left women sore the next day.

I laughed nervously, but inside everything was burning.

—In fact, Marina —Mr. Ricardo continued, his knee brushing mine—, tonight we were going to a night club. We were thinking of hiring someone for Eduardo as a gift. Let her dance for him, rub against him.

—Oh, no! That’s what I’m here for —I said, standing up 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. That said: only dancing. Nothing else.

Mr. Eduardo lifted 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 don’t worry. I’m only going to move for you.

I put soft music on my phone and started 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 pushed forward. I turned around and braced my hands against the wall, sticking my ass out as much as I could. I lowered myself slowly, bending my knees until I almost touched the floor, and came back up, swaying my hips side to side. I heard them panting, clapping, whistling like teenagers at a party.

—That’s it, Marina! More, sweetheart! —Mr. Ricardo shouted.

Mr. Eduardo, his face red, started chanting:

—Lift the dress up, lift it up!

I slipped my thumbs into the sides, rolled it slowly up over my hips, and let it fall to the floor. My tits sprang free. I kept dancing in just my thong. I leaned back, spread my legs, and showed them my whole ass, the dark wet stain in the center. Then I got on all fours, arched my back, and let my tits hang heavy with every sway.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I went over to Mr. Eduardo, sat astride 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 Mr. Ricardo. I repeated the move. His long, hard cock pressed right against my entrance.

I went back to the center, dancing more slowly. When I turned around, both of them had unzipped their pants. Mr. Ricardo had his cock out, long, veiny, curved upward; Mr. Eduardo had his, shorter but thicker, with a shiny head. They were jerking off slowly, watching me.

—Fuck, look what you’ve done to me! —I blurted out, my voice hoarse—. These cocks are insane. I want to taste them right now.

—Come here, baby —said Mr. Ricardo—. Tonight it’s the birthday boy who gets to ask.

I knelt in front of the couch, took Mr. Eduardo’s thick cock with both hands, ran my tongue from his balls to the head, and took it all in my mouth. I started sucking, letting saliva run down my chin, while I moaned with my mouth full. Mr. Ricardo was jerking off beside me, watching the show.

—Come here, baby. Don’t leave me waiting.

I crawled over to him on my knees and grabbed his long cock. I licked it from bottom to top, took it deep until it grazed my throat. With my other hand I pinched a nipple; then I slid my fingers down to my pussy and pushed two inside.

—Do you want more? —I asked, pulling it out of 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. Mr. Ricardo lifted me in his arms. Mr. Eduardo swept everything off the dining table with one hand and laid me back-first on the cold wood. They stripped quickly. Old men’s bodies, strong bodies: gray chest hair, slightly bulging bellies, hard cocks pointing at the ceiling.

—Mr. Ricardo, forgive me —I gasped—, but I want Mr. Eduardo to be first. It’s his birthday.

—Of course, daughter. Enjoy yourself.

Mr. Eduardo positioned himself between my legs, opened my lips with his thumbs, and started eating my pussy like it was the last supper. Thick tongue licking from bottom to top, sucking, pushing inside, circling my clit. I writhed on the table.

—Aaaah, fuck, you eat me so good, Mr. Eduardo! —I screamed.

He slid in two fingers, curling them upward, rubbing that spot that makes me lose my mind. I came in less than a minute, screaming, my body convulsing, spraying his face and the table. Then he stood up, grabbed my legs with each arm, lifted them, and drove his thick cock into me in one shot, all the way to the bottom. The удар against my womb knocked the breath out of me.

—Mr. Eduardo, you’re splitting me in two! —I moaned.

Mr. Ricardo turned my head toward him and stuffed his long cock in my mouth. He started fucking my throat with slow but firm thrusts. I could barely breathe, saliva running from the corners of my lips. Mr. Eduardo picked up speed, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. The second orgasm exploded in me like a bomb: my pussy clenched around his thick cock, hot spurts gushing out in torrents.

Mr. Eduardo growled, drove himself in all the way, and unloaded inside me. Hot streams of cum filling my vagina. Two minutes later, Mr. Ricardo grabbed my hair, shoved his cock in to the hilt, and came into my mouth. So much that it spilled from the corners of my lips.

—Cough, cough! Mr. Ricardo, you’re like a dairy cow! —I coughed.

The two of them laughed with that deep, satisfied old-man laugh. They left me sprawled on the table, sweaty, pussy open, overflowing with white semen dripping onto the wood.

—No one’s ever fucked me this good —I panted—. You’re going to be my fifth-floor daddies.

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

***

We didn’t stop there. Mr. Ricardo took me to the couch, put me on all fours, and licked me from bottom to top before pushing his long cock into me again. Mr. Eduardo filled my mouth in turns. Then they switched positions: Mr. Ricardo sat on the couch and made me ride him; Mr. Eduardo spit on my ass, and with both cocks filling me at once, I felt one orgasm after another until I lost count.

When there was no more cum to wring out of them and no more screams left in me, I got up unsteadily. I walked toward the door, still completely naked, my legs dripping.

—But Marina —laughed Mr. Ricardo—. Are you going to go up like that?

—Yes —I answered, with that mischievous laugh of someone who’s already crossed every line—. Let whoever wants to see me, see me.

I closed the door behind me, semen sliding down my thighs with every step. I climbed the stairs slowly. On the landing of the sixth floor I ran into Mr. Hernán, the neighbor from the seventh. 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… you seem very hot —he stammered.

—Oh, yes, Mr. Hernán… you can’t imagine how hot I still am.

He swallowed hard, the bulge in his pants growing.

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

I smiled, licking my lips.

—Of course, Mr. Hernán. Call whenever you want, and I’ll open the door for you just like this.

I climbed the last steps swaying my ass, feeling his gaze nailed to me, and went into 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.