Promptly at seven, the knock on the door was a gentle reminder that the evening was upon me. I took a deep breath and opened it to find Jenny standing there, a basket in her arms filled with steaming dishes and a mischievous grin on her face. Behind her, Benjamin held a bottle of wine and a loaf of crusty bread, his eyes twinkling with a knowing look that sent a shiver down my spine.
They bustled in, filling the space with a warmth that was as much their presence as it was the aroma of the food they brought. Jenny was dressed in a figure-hugging dress that accentuated every curve, and Benjamin's casual attire did little to hide his toned physique. They were a beautiful couple, and the sight of them together only served to remind me of my own isolation.
The dinner was surprisingly normal, with conversation flowing easily between us. Benjamin had a friendly nature that put me at ease, his laughter contagious as he regaled us with tales of his work as a personal trainer. Jenny listened intently, her hand resting casually on his thigh, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at their easy camaraderie.
As we cleared the plates, Jenny excused herself to use the bathroom. The moment she was out of earshot, Benjamin's demeanor shifted subtly. He leaned in, his smile never wavering, and nodded knowingly in my direction. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, as if he knew the turmoil of emotions that had been churning within me.
I nodded, trying to play it cool. "It's... fine," I managed, my voice betraying the nervousness that had taken root in my chest. "I just..."
Benjamin's smile grew, his eyes twinkling with a knowing amusement. "You don't have to explain," he said, his hand landing on my shoulder in a firm but reassuring grip. "Jenny tells me everything, George. And I don't mind."
His words sent a jolt through me. So, she had told him about our encounters, our little games of power and submission. I felt a strange mix of relief and fear, unsure of what this revelation meant for our relationship—if it could even be called that.
"In fact," Benjamin continued, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "it's been pretty hot, actually." He took a sip of his wine, watching me over the rim of the glass. "It's always like having a little side show to our main event."
My heart raced at the revelation. They had done this before—used me as their plaything, a silent participant in their love-making. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying, the reality of the situation setting in like a cold shower. "So, this isn't the first time?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Benjamin chuckled, setting his wine glass down on the table with a soft clink. "No, it's not," he said, leaning back in his chair. "She was actually about your age too. A lovely woman named Margaret. She had a certain... je ne sais quoi that Jenny found irresistible."
The name hung in the air, a ghost from their past that I hadn't known existed. "What happened with Margaret?" I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice.
Benjamin's expression grew distant, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "She was a good fuck," he said, his voice tinged with a wistful smile. "But since Jenny moved out, we don't get to enjoy her as often anymore."
The door swung open, and Jenny sashayed in, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "What's going on, boys?" she asked, her eyes flicking between us. She hugged Benjamin tightly, pressing her body against his as she whispered in his ear.
"I was just telling George about Margaret," he said, his voice a purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
Jenny pulled away, her smile growing wider. "Ah, the legendary Margaret," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, George, it seems we've got quite the history of sharing, doesn't it?"
Her hand slid down to her own crotch. "Margaret was a bit like you, couldn't get enough of this," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "But she had a special talent for licking pussy, almost as good as sucking Benjamin's cock, but I actually loved bringing out the lesbian side of her."
Her words painted a vivid picture in my mind, one that made my own cock throb painfully against the fabric of my pants. The idea of this young woman, who I'd watched from afar, enjoying the kind of passionate, unbridled sex I hadn't had in years was almost too much to handle. And yet, here she was, sharing these intimate details with me, involving me into their world of desire.
"I've been thinking about it all day," Jenny said, her voice a low purr as she sat down next to me on the couch. "How jealous Mr. George must get, listening to us fuck like animals." She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Do you think about me when you touch yourself, George?"
Her words sent a jolt through my body, and I couldn't help but glance at Benjamin, who was watching us with a knowing smirk. He was lounging in the armchair across from us, his legs spread wide, and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable.
"Jenny," he said, his voice a low growl, "you're insatiable."
Her hand slid up my thigh, the warmth of her touch making me shiver. "Is that a problem?" she asked, her eyes locked with mine.
Benjamin leaned forward, his hand landing on her knee. "Not for us," he said, his smile widening. "In fact, it's kind of hot knowing you're thinking about us. Jenny is always so wet after we talked about you before I enter her."
Jenny giggled, a sound that was as delightful as it was infectious. She turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You know what I'm thinking about, don't you, George?" she said, her hand sliding higher up my thigh.
"What's that, Jenny?" I asked, playing along despite the racing thoughts in my head.
Her eyes twinkled as she leaned closer, whispering in a conspiratorial tone, "I'm thinking about going back to our place and making you listen to us again. This made me so horny."
My heart raced, the blood pounding in my ears, and I felt a twinge of excitement and fear. "Jenny," I managed to croak, "you are such a cruel tease".
With a wink and a smug smile, she stood up and tugged at Benjamin's arm. "Come on," she said, "we have to go. We wouldn't want to keep George waiting, would we?"
Benjamin chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. He rose from his chair, his eyes never leaving mine as he followed Jenny to the door. Before they stepped out, Jenny leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I left you a little something in the bathroom, George. Something to remember us by."
Minutes later, the unmistakable sounds of their lovemaking began to filter through the walls, a symphony of passion that seemed to taunt me. I found myself in a haze, my hand unconsciously straying to the damp panties that still lay in my lap. The fabric was warm, the scent of her desire intoxicating. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply, and the smell of her arousal sent a jolt straight to my cock.
With trembling hands, I lifted the panties to my face, the wetness of her need a stark contrast to the dryness of the apartment. The fabric clung to my cheek, and I could almost feel her heat, her passion, as I breathed in her scent. My other hand found its way to the bulge in my pants, stroking the length that was already growing hard once more.
Their cries grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate within me. Jenny's sweet moans melded with Benjamin's deeper grunts, creating a crescendo of desire that echoed through the walls. I didn't need to see them to know what was happening; the sounds painted a vivid picture, a tapestry of eroticism that I could feel in every fiber of my being.
Holding her panties to my face, I could almost feel her warmth, her need. The dampness of the fabric was a testament to her arousal, and as I inhaled deeply, the scent of her filled my nostrils, driving me wild. My hand tightened around my cock, the strokes growing more insistent as the sounds grew more intense.
It was only a matter of seconds before I was lost to the symphony of pleasure that was their love-making. I came explosively, my release spurting onto the couch cushions in a display that was both humiliating and exhilarating. The power they held over me was undeniable, and the knowledge that they were listening, that they were watching, only served to heighten my excitement.
As the tremors subsided, I heard Jenny's laughter, a delighted giggle that filled me with a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. "Oh, George," she called out, her voice muffled by the wall. "You didn't last long, did you?"
With a grunt of acknowledgment, I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs still wobbly from the intensity of my climax. The cold tiles of the floor sent a jolt up my spine, a stark contrast to the heat that still radiated from my body. I cleaned myself up, the water in the sink running cold as I washed the remnants of my desire from my hand. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret—not for what I had done, but for the loss of the intimate connection I had just shared with her. It was a moment that felt both private and violated, a dance of pleasure that I hadn't been invited to join, yet found myself eagerly participating in from the sidelines.
Just as I turned off the tap, the sound of a knock at the door sent my heart racing again. My hand hovered over the doorknob, my breathing shallow. What could she want now? Was this part of the game she played? I took a deep breath and opened the door to find Jenny standing in the hallway, dressed in a very short nighty that barely covered her. The fabric clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her grin was mischievous, her eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement at the mess I had just made of myself.
"I almost forgot Dessert, Mr. George - do you want one?" she asked sweetly, rising the hem of her nighty revealing her used pussy covered by some very soaked panties. "I know you enjoyed the show earlier, so I figured you might like a fresh taste."
Her words were a siren's call, and I couldn't resist. I nodded, my eyes locked on the sight before me, and she giggled, the sound like a spark in a dry forest, setting my desire ablaze once more. I lay on the floor as instructed, my back pressed against the cold hardwood, and watched as she quickly shed the panties and straddled my face in a 69 this time, her thighs parting like the curtains to a forbidden theater.
Jenny's pussy hovered just above my mouth, the scent of their passion thick and intoxicating. I could see the wetness glistening in the soft light of the room, a testament to the vigorous love they had just shared. Benjamin's cum lay in a sticky mess, a trophy of their conquest, and now a challenge to me.
Her eyes bore into mine, a wicked glint in their depths as she whispered, "Are you ready to taste Benjamin's cum now, Mr. George?" My heart raced, the question both terrifying and thrilling me. The idea of tasting another man's seed was something I had never considered, but in this moment, with Jenny's soft thighs framing my face and her sweet scent filling my nostrils, it seemed almost natural.
Jenny's pussy was so close now, the heat from her body radiating down to my waiting mouth. I could see the evidence of Benjamin's passion, a thick, white trail leading from her swollen opening to her clit, a delicious treat she had saved just for me. "Open wide," she whispered, and I did, my tongue eager to taste the forbidden.
As she lowered herself onto me, I felt her tense, and my eyes widened as a dollop of cum formed at her opening. It hovered there for a moment, a pearl of pure temptation, before it dropped with a soft plop onto my lip. Instinct took over, and I flicked out my tongue to capture the warm, salty essence before it could escape. Jenny's eyes never left mine, a smug satisfaction in her gaze as she watched me taste another man's release.
"Mm, that's it," she encouraged, her voice a seductive purr. "You're doing so well." Her hand found the back of my head, gently pressing it closer to her sex. "How does he taste? There is more of him. Do you want it?"
The question hung in the air like a ripe fruit, begging to be plucked. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the hunger that had taken root in me.
"Beg for it," she whispered, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Tell me what you want, George. I want to hear you say it."
My face was mere inches from her pussy, the scent of their combined pleasure heavy in the air. "I want... I want to taste you," I murmured, the words feeling foreign on my tongue.
"Who are you tasting?" she asked again, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down my spine. "Me or him?"
I hesitated, the taste of their shared pleasure lingering on my tongue. "Both of you," I admitted, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.
Jenny's grin widened, and she lowered her pussy even further, pressing it against my face. "Very well Mr. George, enjoy your dessert," she cooed, and I didn't resist. I started lapping at her, my tongue diving into her warm, wet folds like it was the first taste of water after a long, dry spell. She was so wet, so delicious, and I couldn't help but wonder if the slight saltiness was from Benjamin or from her own desire.
Her thighs tightened around my head, and she began to rock her hips, setting a pace that was both torturous and exhilarating. The taste of her filled my mouth, a flavor that was a mix of sweet and musky, a flavor that was uniquely Jenny. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more erratic, and I knew she was getting close. It was an intoxicating feeling, to be the one bringing this vibrant young woman to the brink of ecstasy, especially after listening to her pleasure for so long from the other side of the wall.
Suddenly, Jenny's body went rigid, and she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. "Oh my god, George," she gasped, her voice filled with excitement, "that's amazing!"
I paused, my tongue still buried in her warm depths, unsure of what had caused such a reaction. She looked down at me, her eyes shining with mischief. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice muffled by her flesh.
Jenny's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she giggled. "You got hard again, George," she said, her voice filled with surprise. "You came just minutes ago in your hand and now look at this. I didn't think it was possible at your age."
Her words were a tease, but they also held a hint of genuine amazement. I felt a flicker of pride despite the embarrassment. "Well, you're quite the inspiration," I managed to murmur, my voice muffled by her thighs.
Jenny giggled, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she leaned back, sliding off my face. She took a moment to appreciate the sight of me, my cock still pulsing with need. With a sly smile, she got up, looking down at my sticky face and my throbbing cock. She reached out, her toes lightly brushing against the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through me. "You're such a good neighbor, George," she said, her voice a siren's song of satisfaction. "But now, I really must be going."
She picked up her discarded panties, holding them up with a flourish. The sight of her doing so was almost as erotic as watching her take them off. "You know, George," she continued, her voice a seductive purr, "you're making quite the progress in my little bi project." She stepped closer and whispered in my ear, "Licking another man's cum from my pussy is a big step."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. It was true; I had never been with a man before, and the thought of it both terrified and thrilled me. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my neck. "But let me tell you a little secret," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's so much better when you suck it straight from the source."
With that, she stepped away, leaving me kneeling on the floor, my face a mess of cum and desire. She bent down and handed me the damp panties, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Make sure to hand-wash these and the others, George," she said, her voice a gentle command. "I'm running low on clean ones, and I'd hate for you to miss out."
I took them with trembling hands, the warmth and scent of their combined juices intoxicating. "Yes, Jenny," I murmured, unable to resist the urge to press them to my nose for one more inhale before I set about my task.
After she left, I remained on my knees for a moment, the reality of what had just occurred settling heavily in the room. The silence was deafening, the air thick with the scent of sex and the aftermath of my release. The room spun with a mix of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling sense of belonging. I had never felt so alive, so... alive.
