• Timea Tokes

Hot Neighbors & Unexpected Threesomes


A Story To Satisfy All Your (Kinky) Needs...

What could be better than a hot neighbor wanting to get to know you better? And by that I mean getting you under the covers (or under the roof of his car)? Preferably naked. And very much aroused. Okay, what if I told you that his best friend wanted you, too? Would that make for an exciting threesome? I think so, too.

Are you saying it isn't enough to grab your attention? Not erotic, nowhere near kinky enough? Hmm, you might be right. How about turning it up a notch and adding his hot wife (or hotwife) to the equation? Would that seal the deal? Yeah, I bet it would. And not only if getting it on with another woman ever crossed your mind, no. But if you would do anything to please the one man you want. Anything at all. Even if that means you need to fuck his best friend - or his wife. You don't care, because what he has to offer outwits your reservations. He could do anything to you. Anything he wanted. Anything you wanted. He might just be the best thing that ever happened to you.

And you get to have him, and if you are lucky, he will be with you, and only you for a while. He might even have his wicked way with you. He has his way with words, his body (and yours). Oh, and the candles. Have I mentioned the candles? Huh, sizzling hot, and sexy as hell. The way his hands take your body and his eyes capture your soul, you feel in Heaven and Hell, both at the same time. The sinful pleasure is becoming too much, and there is only one way this story could end. So, what's it going to be? How long will you let neighborly friendliness go? And will you ever tire of being their plaything?

The Good Neighbor Part 1:

An Unexpected Threesome

Sarah Wilson has a naughty secret to tell, one that she shares with her hot neighbor. There is only one problem: he is married. Will their lust for each other consume them, or is something very exciting (and new) in store for them all? A short erotic story in 3,600 words. This is the first story in the series, but they can be read separately, too. This part includes explicit descriptions about a hetero threesome (female-male-male) and first time anal sex. Strictly 18+! I had a dream last night. A really erotic one, I must admit. It`s not like I haven`t dreamt something like this before, but still it was different. Coz it could easily become reality. And that`s what scares me most. Dreams don’t hurt a soul, but when we are talking about naughty dreams that involve actual people (especially unavailable people), now that’s a totally different thing. I must have told you before, because he is always on my mind, but just in case: there is this hot guy who lives next door with his wife and two kids. I had a thing for him for the past two years, no matter how guilty it felt. Or maybe that was the reason? You know, I’m not the type of person who would just sleep with anyone, let alone a married man. What was I thinking? And yet, the dream was so real I couldn’t deny how it made me feel. My insides quiver just thinking about it. How could he have such a strong (and lustful) effect on me, when he clearly isn’t available? Well, his six pack and cheeky smile don’t help, that’s for sure. Nor does his gorgeous pair of crystal-blue eyes. You know the ones that change color whenever they spot you, becoming a dark shade of indigo? Yeah, tell me about it. His unruly blondish-brown curls only add to the whole picture. For some reason, he reminds me of a Greek God, or a sculpture by Michelangelo. Anyway, things got worse (or better?) yesterday when I arrived home from shopping. He was there, outside their flat, painting the front door. Without his T-shirt! A perfect opportunity for anyone in their right mind to ogle the guy and his muscles. If you ask me in two weeks, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tell what color their door is now! You can say I wasn’t paying too much attention to that. Even good girls can look, right? I mean I wasn’t doing anything wrong, was I? Unless a dripping wet pussy and soaked panties are a crime. He noticed me awkwardly standing there and shot me a mischievous grin. I don’t think I have to tell you how hot and bothered I felt all of a sudden and nearly dropped my bags on the floor. How embarrassing would that have been? I did make enough noise though so he turned towards me, paintbrush in hand. Red, he was painting the door red. God, those eyes... He smiled, waving at me with the brush, wet drops of red liquid hitting the ground. Drip. Yeah, not sure I only heard the pain drip, but the idea of what else it could have been made me blush. I felt like I should apologize, but then he turned back towards his task, as if nothing happened. Well, nothing happened, so I’m not sure why I was so upset, but I fumbled with my keys, then rushed inside, heart thumping so loudly I`m sure he heard it. And this is how it all began. I could not help thinking about him touching me, following his hands with his tongue… Oh, Sarah, stop it, he is married, for God’s sake. Aroused and obviously unsatisfied I took a cold shower, ‘helped’ myself and I thought this would do. I was wrong, obviously...

The Good Neighbor Part 2:

Tied up by the Knight

Oh, well, maybe I could do with some kink in real life, too. Who knows, if I try it, I might not even want to go back to vanilla anymore. Not that what we have with Mike could be called that. Nowhere near it, actually. But still, with him, one always has to think about new things to try. I need to make sure he is satisfied and entertained. I don’t want him to get bored with me yet. Not ever, but that’s beside the point. In fact, we already talked about this with him the other day, and he was totally up for some dress-up and roleplay. So, what the hell? I must admit that the idea turned me on, big time. Even more than when we had that unexpected (and terrific) threesome with him and Dan. My insides were basically shaking in pure anticipation, and I couldn’t have been more excited. I couldn’t wait to try it all out. So, I guess it`s not surprising that I had a very erotic dream that night about him being my knight coming to the rescue. But it wasn`t an ordinary rescue, no. As soon as he took me to “safety”, he produced a rope from nowhere (of course it was a dream), and tied me to the bed, making sure that I couldn`t move neither my legs nor my hands. Being exposed like this I felt vulnerable, but there was also something strangely hot in being absolutely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted. And anything that I wanted. Slowly moving closer, he checked the knots, one by one, skimming my body as he moved along, making sure that I could feel his touch through the fabric of my clothes. He was wearing an armor, the kind you see in movies. It was silvery-grey, reflecting the candle light. We were in some kind of dungeon or basement, but I wasn’t feeling cold, strangely enough. I did feel aroused though, and very wet. A cheeky smile was playing at his lips, one that formed little dimples in his cheeks. I know that he is my fantasy guy, so he has to be perfect by default, but the silky black hair that was skimming his shoulders, those ocean-blue eyes, and that ripped body of his was an exquisite view. I wouldn’t have minded if this was the whole dream. But then he removed his armor, and I couldn’t be happier, looking at his muscles. He stood in front of the bed, naked, his massive erection poking into my direction. I was still fully clothed though, but not for long. He lifted up my skirt, appreciating the view that his action revealed, playing with his cock at the same time. God, he made me so wet by simply looking at me like that. There was so much heat and passion in his eyes I could have cum right there and then. Still playing with himself he moved up to my right hand, freeing it, and seeing my confusion and disappointment he added in a husky whisper: “So that both of us can play. I want you to play with your pussy and clit.” This sounded like an order, I swear, so I obeyed. This was so hot, and again something that I had never done for anyone before. Not that anyone asked for it, either...

The Good Neighbor Part 3:

In the Backseat

She looks straight into my eyes, and I feel uneasy all of a sudden. But, strangely enough, she is smiling, and there is only a glint of victory in her eyes.

“May I join you?”

She asks, and my heart is pounding as fast as ever in my chest. What the hell does this all mean? Why can’t she just slap me (or him) and get this over and done with? Why the act? I glance towards Mike, and he grins first at me, then at her, before nodding and motioning for her to sit down next to me. She does, making me feel even more confused. What’s going on?

“Let me introduce you to my surprise for tonight.”

He says in a mocked gentlemanly way and I think I leave my mouth open in genuine shock. Where the hell is he going with this? I suddenly feel her breath near my ear, and it makes me shiver.

“Don’t be scared, little bird, I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to, of course,”

And with that, she places her manicured hand on my right thigh, while Michael is caressing my left. This fills me with mixed emotions, but I must admit, it’s not as bad or bizarre as I thought it would be. First I had sex with him and his friend, and now he is trying to get his wife involved? I never even wanted to have a threesome before, but I guess he just got me hooked. But doing it with another woman? Does this kind of thing turn him on? But then I guess it would arouse every man. And I can’t deny the anticipation and excitement that is slowly, but surely clenching my stomach, making me pull on the hem of my dress nervously.

It must seem like I am a virgin, but I guess Mike has gotten used to that by now. For some reason, nobody seems to notice in the entire restaurant what sort of games we are playing underneath the table. I shift uncomfortably, as her hands slowly travel further up towards my most sensitive parts, and I inhale sharply. This makes her laugh for some reason, and with her other hand she grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at her.

There is something in her eyes that renders me speechless. Is it lust? Desire? I wouldn’t be able to tell, the only thing I know is that she is leaning closer and closer, and I am almost waiting for her kiss. But it doesn’t happen, as our food arrives and both of them let go of me. I am a tad bit disappointed, feeling completely lost in these weird sensations…

The Good Neighbor Part 4:

The Massage

“You look breath-taking”

She says, motioning for me to get inside. I blush a little, returning the compliment, while I step through the door. She reaches behind me, locking us in. I find this a bit strange, as I can’t see Mike anywhere, but then again I know that he works late normally. As if reading my mind, she says in a husky whisper:

“Mike will be home shortly. Please, make yourself comfortable while I prepare the room.”

While she does what?! Oh, okay, I remember that she mentioned a massage. The idea itself sends shivers through me, tingling my sensitive skin all over again, reminding me of last night. I let out a soft moan, realizing it too late that she hasn’t left the hall yet. She laughs, winking at me, suggesting that this was the reaction she wanted. I watch as she disappears behind another door, realizing that I have never been at their place before. I decide to sit on the sofa until she comes back. I know she told me to make myself comfortable, but there is nothing comfortable in our unspoken arrangement.

Somehow I wish I paid attention to Mike’s whereabouts. Or did I know subconsciously that he wasn’t home, and that’s why I came earlier? I nervously take a seat, desperately trying to find something that could grab my attention. Something that stood out. Something I could comment on. Shall I tell her how comfortable her sofa feels, or how I like the way the soft blue curtains hung from the midnight blue ceiling? Please, give me a break. I am truly pathetic, trying to pretend that my nervousness has something to do with their flat, and nothing to do with the fact that I am attracted to a woman for the first time in my life.

I blush some more when images of last night flood my mind. Images, smells, feelings, desires… They all come rushing through me, filling me with a renewed fervor. I want to experience it all over again, and her words of the massage find their way to my mind, sending a jolt of excitement to my pussy once more. Although it seems like she has been gone for ever, it can’t have been more than five minutes. She comes back asking me if I’m ready. I’m about to ask her what for, but I lose my train of thought as I realize that she is still wearing the towel.

Where is she going with this? I must admit, I’m a bit scared, as this time we are all alone. And yet, it feels right (and naughty, non-the-less). Maybe Mike knows about us, he knows that I’m already here. That idea makes me a bit more relaxed, but maybe I’m just tricking myself into believing that, so that I wouldn’t feel guilty for what I’m about to do. Why, what am I going to do, exactly?

The Good Neighbor Part 5:

Guilty Pleasures

“Honey, I`m home.” Only one sentence. One sentence that breaks my heart, and I don`t even know why. Honey… I shake my head, painfully aware that I have no right to feel jealous. They are married for god`s sake. But then who am I to them? Or rather what am I? It`s as if the fog was beginning to lift off my brain, I feel ashamed of myself. I guess there is one thing left: sneak out, preferably without causing a scene. Hayley shouts back at him, making all the colour drain from my face: “Come on in, I have a surprise for you.” Oh, shit. I`m not sure I want to do this anymore. In fact, I don`t. Not if it doesn`t mean anything to them. Somehow, right now, all of this feels so wrong. Because of that goddamn honey. Gosh, I don`t even know who I`m jealous of. How is this possible? Could I be falling in love with both of them? I let out a tiny whimper, feeling utterly uncomfortable in my own skin. Not that I have ever felt too good, to be honest. Well, that`s not entirely true. Whenever I`m with them, I feel alive and complete. “What`s wrong honey?” Honey!? Why does she have to call me that? To hurt my feelings? I look up, just to be welcomed by two pairs of worrying eyes. I have no idea why, but I lose my temper, surprising us all: “As if you cared.” With that I grab my stuff and try to storm out, except Mike stands in my way. He places a soothing hand on my arm, but instead of calming me down, he has the opposite effect. “Let me go, now.” But he stands still, and I give way to my frustration and tears, leaning on his chest, heaving heavily. I`m angry at him, at her, but mostly at myself. How could I have been so stupid? He starts caressing my hair, whispering into my ears softly: “Hush now, everything`s going to be okay.”

Happy Reading...

All my stories are for your pleasure. This erotic piece consists of five parts, and reading it as a whole will give you the best experience. As always, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please feel free to let me know what you thought of this post and the stories. It would mean the world to me! Do you have a friend or two, who would like it? Then please share it with them. I'm sure they would be really happy - and I would definitely be over the Moon!

For those of you who wonder, unlike Katy Perry, I haven't even so much as kissed a girl (which might disappoint some, haha). On the plus side though, I did have a hot neighbor once, and hence the whole idea. I hope you enjoy it anyway, and those who already read it were amazed that I still know what I'm talking about.

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