The Good Neighbor 3: In the Backseat

A short erotic story in 3,300 words. Includes lesbian experiments.

What could possibly be better than having hot, kinky sex with your devilishly handsome neighbor in the backseat of his car? Well, having hot, kinky sex in the backseat of the car with your devilishly handsome neighbor - AND his wife. Sounds like fun, right?

This is the third book in The Good Neighbor series, who turns out to be quite naughty instead. Can you keep up with the pace and direction this story is going?

~o~

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…