The Neighbors’ Dinner Ended Like I Never Imagined

Lucía had left our apartment, leaving us intrigued by all that business about masks. If we’d already been on edge before, after her visit it was something else entirely. Daniela didn’t know what to wear to dinner, pacing in front of the wardrobe as if clothes were going to solve her problem.

—Whatever you put on doesn’t matter —I told her, leaning against the doorframe—. It’s going to be on you for very little time.

She shot me a look that, if it had had any edge, would have cut me in two. Only then did it dawn on me that the whole conversation with the girl from across the hall had taken place with us completely naked, and we had barely even noticed.

It was already eight. Daniela needed at least an hour and a half to get ready, and that night she didn’t have it.

—With all this mess, look at me still like this —she complained.

—You look stunning. Naked is how you look best.

One of her flip-flops flew straight at my head and I had to run out of the bathroom laughing.

—Put on what you told me to —I insisted from the hallway—. You’re going to leave everyone speechless. Stop overthinking it.

—And you, that white shirt and those jeans that fit you so well —she shot back, peeking her head out.

—Oh, so you want to put me on display like livestock?

I came up behind her, gave her ass a slap, and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breasts with my hands.

—You’re an animal! —she squealed, laughing—. You scared the hell out of me.

—And that’s without you seeing what’s down here —I said, showing her the erection that was no longer hiding anything.

—You’re such a show-off. Come on, what’s that you’ve got there?

She turned around, knelt down, and took me into her mouth for a moment.

—Just a little taste —she murmured—. You’ve got to perform later.

After that it was going to be hard to keep the thing inside my pants, so I stepped under a cold shower. When I came out, twenty minutes later, Daniela was already ready, and she was gorgeous. A tight, short denim skirt that enhanced her hips, a turquoise Lycra top with a single strap leaving one shoulder bare and her back almost exposed. High-heeled sandals, her hair straight and falling over her shoulders, and her lips painted a glossy burgundy.

—Damn, babe. What if we just start the party right here, you and me?

—Come on, get dressed fast.

—So you’re not wearing a bra after all? Perfect. Your nipples are going to tear right through that top.

—Isn’t that too much?

—And no thong either?

I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt a tiny, transparent garment, the same blue as the top, bought on our last trip to the coast.

—Ah, look at that. And you’re already turned on, huh?

—Let’s go already, before I change my mind.

***

I finished getting dressed, grabbed the two bottles of champagne, and we stepped out into the landing. We rang the doorbell across the hall and Lucía’s mother answered.

—Hi, I’m Marta. You’re Daniela and Marcos, right?

We knew the parents by sight. We’d noticed them because they were a couple more or less our age and very easy on the eye. Marta was slim, tall, with a natural attractiveness that didn’t need any effort. She gave each of us a quick kiss on the lips that threw us off a little. We didn’t know exactly what we were walking into, but she was so uninhibited it was impossible not to get nervous.

She was wearing very tight jeans, a cropped T-shirt that left her belly button bare, and she was barefoot. That last detail, for some reason, gave her a special kind of sensuality.

—Hi, guys! —Lucía came running out of the bathroom, wearing only a thong and with her breasts bare. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with tongue—. Make yourselves at home; I’ll be ready in a second.

She took Daniela by the hand and spun her around, as if in a dance step.

—Damn, babe, I don’t know whether to get dressed or just start on you right now —she said, sliding her other hand over Daniela’s chest and brushing her nipple without the slightest attempt to hide it. Then she kissed her on the lips, slowly—. You’re happy to see me too, huh?

—Honey, do you want to get yourself ready? —Marta scolded her, not really angry—. Your father and Bruno are on their way, and look at you.

—I’ll just throw the dress on and that’s it.

She dashed into the bathroom like a little girl and came out a second later in a little dress tied at the neck, her entire back bare, barely covering the semi-transparent thong. Barefoot too. The sway of her breasts, the outlined nipples, and her half-dried hair gave her a wild look that finished off a championship-grade erection in me, the same one that had been stirred up by her mother’s kiss.

The front door opened and two men came in. Sergio, the father, quite a bit taller than me, very dark, wearing linen trousers and a worn T-shirt. Behind him, Bruno, a little shorter but looking like a textbook surfer: T-shirt, swim shorts, flip-flops, long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a tan to die for.

Daniela was practically licking her lips looking at the two of them and had no idea what to do with her hands.

—Look, Daniela, these are the two scoundrels who are dying to meet you —Marta said, stroking Bruno’s chest and kissing him on the mouth—. Serve Daniela and Marcos something to drink; with the introductions, they still haven’t had anything.

The two men’s faces lit up when they saw the three women. Sergio and Bruno went over to Daniela and greeted her with two kisses on the cheek, almost formal.

—Mum, have you seen how polite our boys get? —Lucía laughed—. And after all the things they said about how beautiful Daniela was.

—And beautiful she is —Marta replied—. But we’re not going to pounce like animals.

—Marcos, come with Lucía and me to prepare the canapés and tell me what you do for a living. Let’s leave Daniela chatting with these two; I’m sure they’ll treat her wonderfully.

***

And that was how the evening got started: three of us in the kitchen and three in the living room. From where we were, we could hear the easy conversation on the other side of the wall.

—Knowing my father, he’ll be eating Daniela with his eyes —Lucía commented.

—And with what isn’t his eyes —Marta added, laughing out loud—. And Bruno, let me not even start. He got insanely hard when I showed him the photos of some other friends.

—Marcos, you don’t mind us being so direct, do you? —Marta asked, pouring me a glass—. We’re a very close family and we like enjoying sex all together.

—Not at all —I said, and it was true—. We’ve been fantasizing about you since the first day we saw you by the pool. What I never imagined was that you’d live it like this, with Lucía included.

Lucía was stroking my back while we talked, and I wasn’t falling behind: I had my arm around her waist and my hand slipping into the back neckline of her top.

—Hey, I want a taste too —Marta protested.

She came up from the other side, turned my face, and kissed me with a wet, lingering kiss while running her hand over the bulge in my pants.

—Mmm, you kiss so well.

—I told you, Mom —Lucía cut in—. This man drives me crazy. When I was telling Bruno about him, my panties were soaked through.

—You’re so crude —Marta laughed.

—Don’t act prim and proper, because with the two photos I showed you, you and Dad spent an afternoon for the history books.

I was stunned by the openness of the conversation and, why not say it, by the attention those two women —mother and daughter— were giving me without the slightest reserve.

—Hey, Mom, aren’t they awfully quiet in the living room? —Lucía lowered her voice—. Let’s see what’s going on. Shhh, no noise, I don’t want to interrupt them.

We peeked in. What we saw was not what I expected, least of all from Daniela. Sergio was sitting on a high stool, holding her around the waist from behind and kissing her neck, while Bruno was kissing her on the mouth. She had taken the guy’s cock out and was stroking it with deliberate slowness.

—Fuck, your wife is gorgeous, Marcos —Marta whispered—. I love seeing her enjoy herself with these two. But come on, you and I have something unfinished.

***

I started caressing both women’s breasts, one on each side. I couldn’t say which one turned me on more, the mother or the daughter. Lucía knelt down and took me into her mouth, with me ready to burst, while Marta kept kissing me and playing with my balls.

I had never imagined such a torrid scene. My wife surrendering herself to two men, both more attractive than the last, and me to one side with the two hottest women I’d ever met in my life.

—Honey, let me have him a bit —Marta asked—. You’re going to take him to the point of no return.

—Sure, Mom. It’s just that he tastes really good.

They changed positions. Marta was more subtle: long, wet, intense sucks, the opposite of Lucía’s, wild and fast. I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn’t finish right there.

After a while I looked back toward the living room. I’d had my eyes closed for some time, imagining what was happening just from the sounds. They had reclined Daniela over Sergio’s torso, and he was groping her breasts, while Bruno had pulled down her jeans and was kissing her pussy over the thong, which by then was soaked through.

—Marcos, you have a delicious cock, but the night is long —Marta said, stopping—. I want you to build up some tension. Let’s save this for a while and see what those two in the living room are doing.

—I’m in heaven —I admitted—, but you’re right.

—You see, Mom? —Lucía complained—. Assholes, they’re eating her up without us.

—I figured as much. Your father had been excited about this dinner all day.

—Yes, and I’m dying for it too —Marta said—, but we’ve got dinner and then the jacuzzi. If you like, we’ll go in like nothing’s happening.

We opened the door all the way and the three of us walked in carrying the dinner trays, as if we were arriving from another world. Daniela got nervous when she saw us. Lucía ran over to them, shoved Bruno aside playfully, and ran her tongue between Daniela’s legs.

—It’s delicious, isn’t it, Bruno?

—Damn right, it’s delicious.

—I’ll try it later with your mother —I said, and the whole room understood that the night had only just begun.