Christina Chapter III: Our Friendly Major Neighbor

My beautiful wife and I just moved in, that's where we met Don Ricardo, our friendship became solid and we shared good moments of friendship... and also something else.


It's not fair baby, it's my turn —She complained while kissing me.


Grabbing frantically my body, desperately trying to return my penis to its rigid state.


Ohh darling, I need you to screw me! I'm so horny.


I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off me. I left her to fall on the sofa and changed places with her. I lifted the lower part of her dress and forced her pants to one side, exposing the wettest pussy I had ever seen. I dove face-first into her sex, licking her juices and tickling her clitoris with my tongue. Her moans were unreal.


Ohhh! Yes! He raised his hand and started massaging his tits through the dress.
Chris was making an incredible noise, so much that I worried people might hear it.


Love, you're speaking very loudly... What if someone is listening in on us?


She bit her lip - Mmm, who's going to hear... Richard?


Oh damn. That made my cock twitch immediately. I decided, against my good judgment, to flirt with her


Would you do if Don Ricardo were standing outside the door... listening to you moan like that? - I'd grab his butt, lifting her up. She was at another level of excitement.


His filter was lost for her, it didn't matter to him anymore, everything about him was fed by his lust.


Tell you that I'd open the door for him... so he could come in here and screw me!
Any remaining question about his obvious attraction to him was now out the window. My cock was rising quickly. What had happened to us?


—Oh, yeah? And what would I do while Richard was screwing you, huh baby? —I buried my face in his sex once more, drawing out his words.


She groaned, arching her back —Ohh! Look at us... I could suck you while he's fucking me! Mmm. When it's over, you can recover from me… —Christina groaned, her pussy erupted in orgasm. She had never taken one to it through oral sex before.


I was seeing red, my face covered by its humidity. I got up on my feet, with the cock completely erect once more. I never would have believed that my wife, mocking me for being screwed by our black and well-endowed neighbor, could do this to me. I put one knee on the sofa cushion and aligned myself with her sex, immersing myself without hesitation. She tilted her head back in response.


Oh! Yes...


I leaned in and kissed her, she was looking at me with devilish eyes.


Continue with my verbal assault —Are you going to keep flirting with him, love? Are you going to keep acting like a naughty girl?


He bit his lip and nodded - Mmmhmm, I love what it does to us...


What are you going to do next, Chris? Are you going to sit on her lap again?


She looked down while entering and exiting her sex, still biting her lip, twisting herself as she was being fucked, she shook her head in denial.


I think I'm going to send him text messages with naughty photos.


I almost came in the act —Ohh, damn it! You can't be serious... that's dangerous, sweetheart.


I know... It will be very hot.


I arrived for the second time in ten minutes, this time deeply unloading on my wife. She also had her second orgasm of the night, scratching me with her nails on the back as she came with me. We stayed there for a moment, both finally disappearing into our luxurious fog. She looked at me and kissed me passionately.


I love you Juan.


I returned the kiss, unsure of what to do with all this, but I knew one thing for certain - I also love you, Chris.


He passed a week without saying anything more about the topic. I had seen Don Ricardo once, briefly, when he asked me to make a quick adjustment to his portfolio. I thought things were starting to calm down with this absurd aspect until one morning I was getting ready for work. Christina turned around in bed and looked at me.


I think I'm going to do it today.


My mind was worried about thoughts of a next meeting - What to do?


She smiled - Don't be silly... I'll send a text message to Richard with a naughty photo.


Your comment made me get excited immediately —You can't be serious.


She was biting her lip —Oh, I am, I want to give us some fuel when you come home and I'll screw this night.


I also wanted to tell him no, since I was obviously worried about the consequences. She seemed to notice my hesitation - Don't worry baby... It will be harmless.


My mind accelerated with all possible negative aspects.


—Yes, well, what if he thinks you're trying to deceive me? That's not a good dynamic; I don't like it.


Relax, I'm going to send it to both of them... So they know you're on top of things.
 
She smiled mischievously and turned around.


I stayed quiet, frozen in time. Not knowing how to react. Finally, he came up to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips.


Stop worrying... It will be hot.



Every minute that passed seemed like an hour. I found myself checking my phone every thirty seconds, wondering if I had missed a text notification. Did he chicken out? Did he only send it to Don Ricardo? I was going crazy with anticipation, worry.


Looked at my watch and noticed it was already 3 pm, started convincing myself that she wasn't going to keep going. That all this was just an elaborate provocation to excite me. Just when I almost reconciled that as a fact, my phone vibrated with a notification.


Fortunately, I was alone in my office. A cold sweat started running down my back, my mouth was dry. I grabbed it and finally turned the phone around. Almost fainted at what I saw.


I just thought that my two favorite guys could use some inspiration to get through the day.


I first noted the text message and then I moved down until the image.


Christina was lying on our bed, the blankets hid her from the waist down, but she was inclined in such a way that her backside accentuated underneath them. More importantly, her large lily-like breasts were completely exposed and her left hand held her left breast.


Her hair fell beautifully cascading over the white sheets of the bed. It was incredible. I wondered how long he thought, how many photos he took, before deciding this would be the one. My cock began to stiffen immediately and suddenly I felt dizzy.


Only a few minutes had passed until my phone rang again, Don Ricardo replied —Wow. Very good... Thanks for the inspiration!


I reclined on my chair, totally impressed by what had just happened. I was trying to reconcile everything in my mind when Chris sent me another text message, this time only for me.


I need you to go back home. Your wife needs to be fucked.


I slammed shut my laptop and took another early leave.


They made me run through the hallway of our apartment and then I almost ripped the elevator buttons to get to our floor. When the doors finally opened, I found something I wasn't expecting.


Ricardo was there, presumably to leave. He saw me and smiled.
---John. Did you take early permission? ---He laughed at himself.


For some reason, he didn't feel uncomfortable. In the first moment when he appeared between the doors of the elevator that were opening, I thought it would be like that and I entered a panic momentarily, but in the moment he spoke, all my fears disappeared.


He continued - Look, can I talk to you for a second?


I agree —Okay.


He accompanied me back to his apartment and prepared a pair of whiskey glasses. He handed me one and we sat down in his living room.


It started - Very well, I'm only going to ask... Are you and Chris swingers?


I laughed —Oh, wow —I buried my face in my hands, ashamed —No... No, I can't say we are that.
Reflected on that for a moment and continued - Well, I'm sure you're aware of its... flirtatious nature, especially recently...


The beats of my heart began to accelerate, I never thought I'd find myself in this type of conversation, I nodded - Yes - I realized that our little game might have annoyed Don Ricardo.


—Look, Mr. Ricardo, I'm sorry if anything of this has been a problem...


Is that a problem?... Juan, I haven't had this much fun in years. I don't remember any moment in my life where a woman as beautiful as your wife would show me this kind of attention. I was just trying to figure out what's going on. I don't think it was too much for me to assume you two were swingers, for the love of God, your wife sent me a nude photo of her today... we got copied in it.


I found myself shaking my head, still not believing it, blushing like an idiot, trapped - Yes. I'm not very sure what to say... I think she enjoyed teasing you and things have clearly gotten out of control. We had never done something like this before - I felt very confused by our actions and I think it showed.


Don Ricardo did the same and continued -- Juan... Jhonny can I call you that?... no problem, really... Try to relax. Most good marriages explore sexuality, whether with jokes, role-playing games, whatever. You need things like that to keep the fire alive, it's completely normal -- He paused for a second, clearly weighing something internally.


She continued —Look, I had never told this to anyone before... But Cindy and I used to, every now and then, do a little swinging. Sometimes she would bring couples home from work, and it really turned her on to see me with another woman.


That surprised me, to say the least.


Excuse me?


Don Ricardo took another sip of whisky, realizing he would need more explanations.
Sometimes, Cindy would encourage a woman or a couple to join us in bed. To this day, I'm not very sure how she did it, but...she did. Sometimes the woman would come alone, sometimes with her husband or boyfriend. Usually, we'd all start playing together, but most of the time it would end with Cindy and the other man watching.


I shook my head, thinking I wasn't understanding it.


Wow, what the hell? Why would she encourage that?


Don Ricardo laughed —Well, Jhonny, I'm pretty drunk, and my wife used to get excited seeing me with other women. I suppose it was something about watching them twist around, most were white and had never been with a good black man... hung. Really, she got excited seeing me open my eyes to a new sexual experience.


I felt a knot forming in my throat and suddenly my mouth went dry. I took another sip of whisky - were the men also looking?...I thought that would be problematic… I asked the question, but part of me felt relieved to know I wasn't alone in my perverse thoughts.
Don Ricardo looked at me and spoke with logic and compassion.
I initially thought it would be the same, but soon realized that it's simply a natural human behavior. Both men and women inherently like the idea of intense sexual satisfaction.


I think there is definitely a tacit relationship. Excitement, for most people on this planet. I think excitement is the ultimate sexual ideal: a beautiful and naturally feminine white woman, and a black, large, and masculine man... It's the maximum contrast between man and woman —He took another sip and paused again. —It's obviously taboo because admitting the excitement of that sexual union as a white man or a black woman is admitting you're not involved. However, that same admission is what makes it so liberating... so deeply exciting.


Look, I loved my wife more than the world itself, but the explosive sexual experiences I had with those white women were undeniable. Said that, sex is only a small part of our lives. I would never have done it, not in a million years did I think about leaving my wife. She was my heart, just as I'm sure Chris is yours. Moreover, our sex was deeply satisfying despite that exploratory diversification.
I sat in total silence, absorbing the daring and terrifying words of Don Ricardo. At first they frightened me, which gave rise to some feelings of inferiority, but soon they were erased by a sense of calm, a sense of excitement, a sense of illumination. I remembered the times I had seen interracial porn, that initial feeling of fear, taboo, seeing a black man hung with a white woman, which always merged into an undeniable sense of eroticism. I couldn't believe what I was listening to, what I was thinking.


The voice of Don Ricardo pulled me out of my thoughts —Anyway, esteemed Jhonny. I'm not sure where Chris and you are trying to get with this. If it stopped today, it would be fine, if it continues, I'd be delighted. I suppose I just wanted you to know that I was aware of the flirting and I was willing to respond. It would be a bloody fool if I wasn't, excuse my language.


I recovered my composure, but my mind was still racing -- To make it clear, what do you mean by... responding?


Don Ricardo shrugged his shoulders -I really don't know, that depends on you. Excuse me if I'm too bold but, for example, I would obviously love to have sex with her.
There he was, incredibly, out in the open air. How the devil did we get to this point? I was starting to feel my first pangs of regret, but I was also immensely excited. I simply said one word - 'Woof'.


He laughed —Yes. I know. Look, it would be a permanent emotion for me. Chris is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. I'd feel obligated to please her in ways she's never experienced. And believe me, whether you do or not, Johnny, it would also be a complication for you... seeing the woman you love commit a primary act of luxury unfortunately isn't something that most men get to witness.


End of Chapter III

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