Just A Little Freaky

Last weekend was a long weekend here in Canada, so my FWB and I decided to go on a small road trip and we rented a cozy little Airbnb close to downtown Toronto. We’ve known each other since high school him and me, and even though we’d be terrible together long term (believe me, we tried!!!) the sex has always been so good neither of us has been willing to let go!

So on Friday we got to the place late, picked up the keys and immediately went out for a bite to eat and a few drinks. We came back to the flat well past midnight and started to get it on as soon as we walked in!

He got me undressed first and kissed me all over, after which I returned the favor, having him lie down comfortably on the bed while I went down on him. But just as I was getting into the groove, he put his hands in my hair to pull me away. “Listen!” he said. “Can you hear this!?” I had to strain a little but then I could definitely hear it. From the other side of the wall, where the head of the bed was, came the distinctive thump-thump and muffle moans of two people having sex!

Once I heard it, I just couldn’t get it out of my head! And when I shifted my attention back to my friend’s cock, it seemed that with every flick of my tongue on his shaft, with every lick of its head, the girl on the other side of the wall would moan louder and louder!

The sounds of their fucking was getting me so excited I decided I couldn’t wait any longer… I got up on top of my man and slid myself down on his now very-erect cock. Soon we were both breathing heavily as I worked myself up and down around him and he thrusted back harder against me with every stroke.

I’ve never been one for keeping things quiet, and that night totally felt like I had a licence to let loose, so I might have been even louder than usual! My friend seemed to like it though, and I could tell by the look on his face how hard he was trying not to come right away. Determined to push him over the edge I grinded my hips against his, the motion of our bodies slamming the headrest hard against the wall, until he finally couldn’t take any more. I heard him hiss as he released, and I came about has hard (and as loud!) as I’ve ever come before!

When I collapsed down to snuggle against him, the room felt suddenly very, very quiet… The sounds coming from the other apartment were gone, and what with the long drive, the drinks, and all the exertion, I was soon fast asleep…

The next day we went out for a late breakfast, then came back to the apartment to “recharge” before going out again to do a bit of sightseeing. Just as we were walking up the stairs to our rental, two people came out from the apartment next door. They were both in their mid-twenties, him with dark curly locks and a prominent, aquiline nose, and her with very delicate features, very pretty with her long blond hair under a red woolen hat. We said hello and he asked us if we were renting the place out for the weekend. I said we did and hoped we weren’t being a nuisance, but he said he was used to all kinds of people staying there.

We left it at that, and we went on with our day. That night we didn’t hear anything coming from their place, and while at first we did our best to keep things quiet, I’m afraid we failed miserably! This time I was the one lying down, and as I lay there with my wrists pinned above my head under my friend’s heavy grip, I kept thinking about the couple next door. What were they doing? Were they lying in bed, maybe watching some Netflix before going to sleep? Was there any chance they were listening to us? I moaned loudly when I came, half hoping to hear something back in response, but there was nothing…

The next morning I was up early and wanted to eat breakfast in, and as we didn’t bring any food with us I decided to go out to find a store or bakery that would be open. As I walked back with bags in my hands, I again saw our next door neighbor, but he was alone this time. We said hello and I asked him where his girlfriend was. He told me she wasn’t his girlfriend, just a girl that he hooked up with sometimes. That’s too bad, I said, because they made a cute couple, but what I was really wondering was whether he’d been home alone the night before. Is that why it had been so quiet? Because she wasn’t there? Had he been lying in bed, listening to me get well and truly fucked, while he… well, while he did what guys do in these kinds of situations?

I didn’t want to dwell too much on these thoughts so I quickly said goodbye, but I could see the way he looked at me as I walked away, and the thought of him alone in his bed the night before stayed with me all through the day.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one thinking about our new neighbors, because that evening, after another day of walking around town followed by a late dinner and drinks, when we started getting hot and heavy again, it was my friend who brought up the couple next door.

He asked me if I thought we might hear them again. I told him I didn’t think so, and repeated to him what the guy had told me earlier. “Poor guy,” he said. But apparently I didn’t show much sympathy because then he asked “Don’t you think so?”

We were in bed, both of us naked, and he had been kissing me all over for some time now. He had started with neck and my breasts, and was slowly moving lower and lower, so while the thought of that other guy being just an arm’s length away was definitely still front and center in my mind, actually articulating those thoughts was getting more and more difficult!

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” He had been teasing me for so long, and now his tongue was finally getting closer and closer, and I was so incredibly wet, that the only response I could manage was a muffled “uh-hu…”

“Do you want to fuck him?” Immediately I snapped out of my reverie. “What?” I asked, and then he asked again. Would I like to fuck him? I hadn’t actually thought about it until then. I mean, maybe I had thought about it a little, but I never believed it was a possibility so I didn’t think about it like that. Now that I imagined it a bit more though, he was pretty cute, even if it wasn’t in a GQ model kind of way.

Why was he asking, though? Did he want to fuck that other girl? Was that just a roundabout way of asking my permission? That if I said I wanted to fuck the guy then I was giving him the green light to have sex with her?

He said that wasn’t what he had meant at all. That sure, he would never say no to sex with a cute girl, but that this wasn’t why he had brought it up.

Why then? “Would that be fun for you?” Partly I was just stalling because I didn’t want to admit then and there to the guy I was fucking that I also wanted to fuck the other guy next door, but now I was also genuinely curious!

His answer was non-committal; I could tell he wasn’t telling me everything. “Is that like a fetish of yours?” I asked. “Like a cuckold kind of thing?” He sort of bristled at that. “Not cuckold,” he said, “because I would get to fuck you right after.”

And that’s how it started. We talked about it some more but it didn’t take long. We’re not in a relationship so there’s nothing much to jeopardize there. He thought it was hot, it made me feel tingly all over, and it just felt… maybe not right, exactly, but fun and exciting and we both really wanted to do it! So before long I was outside in the cold, wearing nothing but my winter boots and a coat that barely covered my bum, knocking at a stranger’s door.

“Can I borrow some sugar?” I asked when he opened. He let me in.

He was barely dressed himself, wearing only long pajama bottoms with no shirt on, and he still looked half asleep. His chest was mostly bare, with only a few wisps of hair here and there. He had the body of a guy who’s naturally athletic-looking even though he never works out. Skinny, but not too skinny. Fit. I could see why his friend liked him…

“Sugar, huh?” either he didn’t get the hint or he didn’t know how to react, but he actually started walking to the kitchen! I took off my boots and walked barefoot after him. As I walked I sneaked a peek at the place. Definitely a bachelor pad. A desk, a laptop, lots of dirty dishes everywhere, and not a single girly thing anywhere.

He rummaged through his cupboards, actually looking for sugar. When he finally turned around to face me, half-empty bag of sugar in his hands, I slowly unzipped my coat. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “You know, I didn’t really want sugar…”

I got close to him and pressed my bare skin against his. He dropped the sugar and his hands reached for my lower back, then my bum. I kissed his neck, then his chest, and moved down, pulling his pajamas down around his ankles.

He seemed shy at first, and mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out. But kneeling on his kitchen floor I took his cock in my hand and stroked it a few times, then looked up at him and told him to relax and enjoy it. With that, he took a deep breath and decided to go with it.

I took him in my mouth. He was half hard already. A good length, good girth, and I was already picturing what he could do with it later. Hopefully if he could get a cute girl to come by on Friday nights, he knew what he was doing.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he started taking the lead. He pulled my coat off and squeezed my tits. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and his fingers sent shivers across my spine every time he brushed against them. When he saw how it made me shake he pinched them hard and my legs almost let go under me!

Soon he had me spreading my legs and his dick was probing my outer lips. “Not here,” I told him. “The bed.”

I don’t know if he understood what I was up to. He trailed behind me a little, giving me the opportunity to wiggle my ass to entice him as I walked in front of him. When I reached the bedroom I got on the bed on my hands and knees and looked back toward him, moving up as close to the head of the bed as I could get.

He didn’t waste any time positioning himself behind me. His cock slid inside me and had me gasping with every inch as he pushed in. I rested one hand on the headboard while my other one reached between my legs. Soon he was thrusting hard, I was moaning openly, and with every stroke I made sure to bang the headboard hard against the wall.

I came before he did, and when he felt me shaking he grabbed me firmly by the hips and released his cum inside me. I purred in satisfaction, still slowly rubbing my clit while he collapsed on the bed beside me.

“Thanks,” I said, flashing him my naughtiest grin. He looked so cute, exhausted on the bed like that. I almost felt bad for wearing him out! He apologized for coming inside me but I told him it was alright, I knew what I was signing up for when I knocked on his door like that!

And with that I kissed him on the cheek, put on my coat and boots, and was out the door. The night was cold and his warm cum was slowly seeping out of me and running down my thighs as I walked up the other set of stairs. I didn’t have much time to enjoy it though, because as soon as I was in the door, my friend made it clear that he was going to have his way with me!

My coat was taken off vigorously, and I just had time to scramble out of my boots off before I was hauled off to the bedroom! I was laid down on my back on the bed, legs high up in the air, while he stood up and gripped my ankles with both fists.

My own wetness mixed with the other guy’s cum made me so slick that he slid right in when he shoved his cock inside me. His hips crashed against my ass, hard the first time and even harder after that as he pounded me relentlessly. I was smiling the whole time…

“Did he grab your tits?” he asked. I bit my lips mischievously as I nodded yes. Smack His next thrust sent his hips smashing against my ass again.

“Did he grab your ass?” Again I nodded yes. Smack

“Did he spank you?” Yes. Smack

“Did he fuck you from behind? Did he fuck you in the ass?”

I didn’t care what he asked, I just said yes to everything whether it was true or not, enjoying the way he got more and more into it each time. He asked me if it had felt good, if I’d liked it, he asked me if I was a slut: I just said yes over and over again.

Eventually he ran out of questions and just kept fucking me. I came once and he just kept thrusting, so I came a second time before he was finally done with me. He spread my legs wide and grunted when he came, leaning forward until he was lying down on top of me.

I stroked his hair. With my body pinned under him like that it was all I could do.

Soon we were asleep, and the next day, after a much tamer morning quickie, we were on our way back home. I thought about dropping a note to the guy next door before leaving. All I have is his address and it might be fun to have a friend in Toronto sometimes. But then I thought better of it. Once is a great night, more than that might be too much!