Say hello to your neighbors, you never know which ones have been wanting to fuck you. [MFM]

Whether or not this fits “Lucky” will be for you readers, but seeing as this *just* happened – as in, I’m typing this with his wife’s pussy still all over my hands – I am definitely feeling lucky. **If you just want the juicy bits, skip to the *second* heading formatter.**

Just before the pandemic, my wife and I moved to a conservative part of a conservative nation for her graduate studies. I was, well… lucky, in my career before we met, and have mostly spent my 30’s playing “House Daddy”. We travel whenever we can and choose that time to be social (and slutty) so as to never mix personal with professional, so it’s no wonder our neighbors thought us social recluses (until tonight).

I had recently been traveling without L and she had challenged me to make a new dating app profile offering a RAOMD with “Let me give you the kind of head you brag to your friends about as soon as you leave. Can provide references”. The next time virginity becomes a monthly contest theme, maybe I’ll tell that story, but for now you just need to know that I’d accidentally left it enabled on my phone even after landing back home, but hidden so that others could only see my profile *after* I swiped on them.

Our neighborhood is pretty nice, good schools, lots of kids, dog walkers, that sort of thing. So for a long while I wasn’t even sure who was a neighbor-neighbor and who just passed through often. If you asked me to describe the dogs, I’d give you at least a dozen down to breed and disposition, but their owners? Well, not so many. One however, was a tall curvy redhead with a poodle mix I had not too long ago remarked to L, “I bet she likes having her hair pulled.”

So today, I’m home on the porch chilling with the cat smoking the bong and dicking around on my phone. And there’s the redhead.

##29, married, love to smoke, looking to share and be shared

Her pics made her look like a troublemaker. Yeah, I swiped right.

We matched before I’d cashed the bong. And I am ashamed to admit (as should she) that we chatted for a long while before realizing we were literally neighbors. She mentioned seeing me out there smoking all the time and wanting to chat me up, I mentioned remarking to L that she probably likes her hair pulled. Her response? “I do! And my ass smacked.”

*I’m not going to go into too much about what we chatted about, online or in-person, but I will say that is it so refreshing to meet fellow stoner sluts with a group kink. The vibe of this whole night is what has me wanting to share when I’m usually so private a person, so just know that it was great.*

L was with girlfriends for the night, so when she invited me over to smoke with her husband, I took a Navy shower and walked over. That I WALKED over from my home to get high and have a threesome with a couple that I still might not completely remember the names of in the morning just blows my mind.

So yeah, we smoked, we nerded out about how single guys suck and always flake and other “omg you too?!” slutty anecdotes, we smoked some more, nerded out about kinks *(that’s when they confessed to knowing a few of ours just from our dirty talk through an open window, oof)*, and then went inside because our mouths were too dry to keep chatting.

##We were high as kites all on the couch ignoring an episode of Rick & Morty when she said “I’m going to go put music on in the bedroom”

Wouldn’t be able to tell you what music she put on to save my life because by the time we both got back there, she was in a bra and panties. She must have remembered me flirting online about my love for panties and lingerie because this set was great and looked amazing on her curves.

He ended up standing behind her, me in front, and we made out while our four hands, still cold from being outside for so long, tickled and explored her body. Hers each tried removing our pants at the same time before she gave up, dropped to her knees, and said, “first one with their cock out gets to shove it in my mouth”.

I won, but only because he still had shoes on. Peering down at her red hair, a cock in each hand, swapping her mouth between them with the biggest slutty smile on her face is exactly what I live for.

“My pussy needs some attention”, she said, standing up and falling onto the bed.

“Rock Paper Scissors?” I said. But us both being gentlemen, his response of “guests first” won out.

She’d ripped off her panties before I got to do much of any teasing, so before long I settled in and did my thing. Her pussy was immaculate, landing strip of down the middle but otherwise bare, dripping so much you could tell she’d been wanting this since first inviting me over to smoke, and just… perfect. I love that I can still taste her on my beard.

By the time my fingers came into play, she’d cum twice and he’d shoved his cock into her mouth. Hubby was rough and it encouraged me to just assume her pussy could take as much as I was witnessing her mouth handle. I hit my default five spots, moving on when I noticed she was close to cumming.

“You have to ask for permission before I let you cum.”

She moan-mumble-gurgled something around his cock and I said “sorry, not my fault you wanted two cocks and can’t talk right now”.

By the time my fingers had reached their depth limit and I was really hitting some spots I’m not even sure she had, he gave her long enough of a breath for her to sit up and look at me with some bout-to-fight-somebody eyes and such perfect sex hair, to basically scream “please can I cum? please”

“why are you asking me? Do i look like your husband?” I swear she was going to hit me, but also knowing that if I waited too much longer it would all get ruined, finally said “okay, okay, I suppose you’ve been a good girl”.

Tongue on the clit in the way she nearly broke my hand the first time? Check.

Two fingers as deep as they can go with lots of pressure? Check.

On my wife and I’s first date, we played a game where she ended up asking me what I was most envious about women for. I said their orgasms. Later that night back at my hotel and again tonight for the next 15 minutes of this story’s scene is a testament to why.

Time to rip that beyblade! By the time the first wave was over and my fingers literally would not go back inside her pussy, he must have slammed his hand down on her mouth because the screams finally stopped. Not that I could hear much anyway with the way her thighs clamped down on my head, her rolling from her back over to her side (gotta stick with her always!) and just grabbing my hair hard to make sure I did not leave her clit.

Even after the signal for no more, she was shaking so hard that I had to hold the cup of water for her. Which gave him time to move behind her.

So I got comfortable sitting up on the bed, her head between my legs, face down, ass up. Just before he shoved his cock in her, he pushed the back of her head down on my cock. I swear I felt her pussy cum *from* her throat. Also, I hadn’t mentioned before, but this was a girl that clearly loved to suck cock. She was attentive to things I liked, didn’t orphan the balls, and kept a solid rhythm despite not having much control over her body being fucked into oblivion by her husband.

At one point she had me so hard it hurt and then looked me in the eye with “wanna fuck me?”

She stayed still while we swapped positions and let’s just say my fingers did not write home with enough detail just how amazing her pussy feels. I’m lucky I didn’t cum right then and there. And then she decided to take control, moving back and forth on our two cocks. He and I will have to compare notes later on which of us has the better view of her bouncing ass.

While I can pound a girl with the best of them, I wanted to mix it up and focused on staying deep while reaching around for her clit. That resulted in her leaving his cock and coming up on her knees with me, my other arm wrapped around her neck.

I whispered in her ear “you’re going to cum on my cock and then climb over to your husband and sit on his.”

I could tell she was a little self-conscious about being made to be on top so I added, “promise me, or you wont get to cum again tonight”.

And then she collapsed into another quivering puddle before struggling to climb over her husband’s legs and onto his cock, using my shoulder for support but then grabbing my cock as soon as she was settled.

My left hand went for her clit and the right her ass – spanking her cheeks and teasing her asshole. No idea why she was self-conscious because she knew exactly how to ride him and easily came twice from it before finding that final pace, knowing just how much to lift up so you can slam down without worrying the cock wont hit it’s mark. Master class.

“Beg him for his cum,” I said. “Beg him to put a baby inside you.”

But even just me saying it caused them both to cum. She had just enough energy to climb off of him and lay down, dripping cum everywhere. She mentioned wanting more, just needing a second, so after some water, I told her to lay back on her husband, her legs between his, and just relax. Round two was more gentle, purposed. I knew where she probably had a few more orgasms lurking and just hit them one by one. His cum was the perfect lube for my fingers and her clit was so swollen and exposed at this point I barely had to work to make her cum for my tongue.

But at some point she gasped the code word for “no more” and we played the “is this your shirt or mine?” game before smoking once more and giggling over highlights, many of which I’m just now remembering but have forgotten to include for you all.

And then I walked back (still giggling now from that), found a note from L that said “hope you saved some cum for me”, cracked a beer and started typing.

We texted for a bit since, but I’m now the only one awake. Already have plans for her to come over tomorrow and finish what my cock started. Maybe her and L can compete for the cum they both want.

Have a good night!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tkn6vz/say_hello_to_your_neighbors_you_never_know_which