Several hours passed.

The pain in my bottom slowly subsided, not completely, but it became more of a tingling background sensation rather than the demanding presence it had been at first.

I was still deeply aroused, the events of the evening repeating themselves in my head again and again. I constantly caught myself, rubbing my backside, my hands slipping between my legs, touching myself, finding my hot, swollen pussy still wet with excitement.

I didn’t stop myself because I was embarrassed by what had happened. I just wanted to wait. Wait until Jonathan and Sophie returned. They’d be home from their date soon and through the thin apartment walls I’d be able to hear them celebrate their anniversary in the bedroom. There was no doubt in my mind that after the events in my kitchen, Sophie and her husband would tear each-other’s clothes off as soon as they got home.

Then finally, I could hear them arriving in the hallway. I had placed myself on the couch that stood directly against the wall between our apartments. I remained as silent as I could, listening closely to the footsteps in their home.

Suddenly I was surprised by a knock at my door.

Blushing, I stood up, straightening my clothes as they’d become wrinkled from caressing myself. Slightly annoyed, I wondered who might interrupt me, only to be greeted by Sophie, smiling broadly when she saw me, yet she seemed slightly nervous.

“Hey Sam.” She greeted me.

“Oh, hi.” I replied. “You’re back?” As if I hadn’t heard them come in, pretending I hadn’t been listening closely.

“Yeah…” Sophie replied. “So, I wanted to ask you something…”

“Sure.” I nodded, grinning slightly. “I don’t think I could say no to anything the two of you might ask me after what happened earlier tonight.”

Sophie grinned in return. “Well, while we were out, Jonathan and I were talking… It’s our anniversary and we decided perhaps we wanted to try something new.”

I nodded.

My neighbor licked her lips. “Like, invite someone extra into our bedroom?”

I blushed, startled and yet at the same time surprised at myself that I hadn’t immediately understood what she was going to ask. “You mean me?” I asked and blushed even deeper, of course she meant me…

Sophie nodded. “Usually, after Jonathan spanks me, I make it up to him in the bedroom, show him I can be a good girl, an obedient wife.” She blushed, giving that explanation. “So after tonight, I thought, perhaps we could do that together, we were punished together after all…”

I licked my lips. This was Sophie’s idea?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Sophie said, as I remained silent for a bit too long.

“No, I’d love to.” I quickly replied.

Sophie smiled broadly.

“I do have something to make up for, after all.” I laughed.

My neighbor winked and then turned around, signaling me to come along.

Nervously I followed her, wondering what I was getting myself into this time.

Jonathan was waiting for us in their apartment, sitting in a small arm-chair. Still wearing his leather jacket over a white vest, he was just as handsome as his wife was beautiful. He smiled at me. “Sam! Glad you decided to join us.”

I blushed. “Sophie convinced me I had to do something to make up for my earlier behavior.”

Jonathan grinned. “Don’t worry, all’s forgiven and forgotten. Let’s just have some fun together. After a good spanking, it’s always important for me to show Sophie how much I love her, and show her – and today you too – what a good girl gets treated like.”

I licked my lips. “Sounds fair.”

Jonathan looked at his wife. “Well then, Sophie, will you show your friend what a good girl would do in a situation such as this?”

I looked to my side, seeing Sophie smiling broadly, her eyes flitting between me and her husband. Then she reached up, pushing the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders. As she pulled the dress down, she exposed her breasts, wearing no bra underneath. She pushed it past her hips, baring her bottom much like before, I could still see a faded pink color and a few darker bruises remaining from her punishment earlier that evening. I imagined my backside would look much the same.

Stepping out of her dress, leaving her high heels behind, Sophie stood fully naked in front of us. I took in the view, deeply attracted to her beauty.

Then I noticed the way she looked at me, blushing at my hungry view, flattered by my wordless stare and also expectantly, waiting…

I blushed, realizing what she was waiting for. I looked at her husband, then back at her, then back at Jonathan. I began undoing the buttons at the front of pajamas. Jonathan had pulled down my pants before, baring my bottom to his eyes and possibly more when I’d eagerly spread my legs for his exploring hands. But now I bared myself before him completely. I slowly exposed my breasts with each button undone as I wore nothing underneath those pajamas. Then after taking off the top, I pulled down my pants once more, until I was as naked as Sophie beside me.

Jonathan was smiling, taking in the view of the two women in front of him.

Then Sophie stepped forward, submissively kneeling at his feet. I watched, horny, excited, as she undid the button and zipper of his trousers. I stared at the huge, swollen cock she pulled out, erect with excitement. I licked my lips, not able to look away as Sophie licked her husband’s cock.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, hands underneath my breasts as if holding them up. I wondered what I was supposed to do, was I supposed to join her, down there on my knees?

Then Jonathan motioned me to come closer.

I stepped towards them.

Closer still, Jonathan’s fingers urged me.

I stood right beside them, Sophie at our feet as Jonathan reached out an arm and placed his hand on my hip. I shivered slightly at the intimate touch, feeling even more vulnerable now that I was naked, even after I’d been bent down for a spanking with my bottom bared.

His hand slid up my body, caressing the side of my breast. He played with it gently, kneading, stroking, pulling my nipple between my fingers. I moaned deeply, but my attention was taken by the woman at my feet, bent forward, licking and kissing her husband’s cock, taking it hungrily between her lips.

“Can you be a good girl, Sam?” Jonathan asked me.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“But you can be a bad girl too, can’t you?” He asked, suddenly pinching my nipple.

“Sometimes.” I moaned.

“Sometimes…” He repeated. “Listening in on your neighbors, spying on them almost, getting off on what you hear them doing in the privacy of their home.”

I blushed deeply as Jonathan’s hand slid down my body, fingers caressing the soft tuft of hair above my crotch before delving into the deep, warm, wet spot of excitement between my legs.

“It seems like it was high time you received that punishment you got today.” Jonathan continued. “A naughty girl like you probably deserves to be treated like that more often.”

I moaned deeply as his fingers played with my clit, deftly stroking, prodding and flicking. “Probably.” I whimpered.

“Slowly, Sophie.” Jonathan suddenly said. “Or I won’t be able to finish this conversation with Sam.”

I opened my eyes, though I didn’t know when I’d closed them. I looked down at Sophie, still playing with her husband’s cock; yet now she refrained to small kisses and licking with her tongue, focussing on his balls and the bottom of his shaft, ignoring the more sensitive tip. I was mesmerized by it, Jonathan’s large throbbing cock, Sophie’s wet, red tongue and soft, sensual lips.

“Since you don’t have anyone right now to take up such a responsibility.” Jonathan then continued. “I would gladly offer my services in this regard.”

I moaned deeply, unable to concentrate whilst watching the spectacle below as his fingers played with my clit. Responsibility? Services? It took a moment before I realized what he meant: spanking me, punishing me when I’d been naughty. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about that all evening, imagining whether this had been just a once in a lifetime experience or the start of something completely new.

“I’d like that.” I managed to mumble. “I mean, I’d appreciate you taking up that responsibility.”

Jonathan placed his other hand against my chin and turned my head up to look at him. “I’d gladly do so.” He replied with a grin.

I stumbled, swaying on my feet, and had to place my hand on the armrest of the couch to stop myself from falling.

Jonathan caught me. “Do you need to sit down?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Give us some room.” He said to his wife, and Sophie obediently moved to the side.

I blushed deeply as Jonathan took my arm. I realized suddenly he’d offered me to sit on his lap. His cock was hard and erect, was he going to… ?

He sat me down at his knees. I’m not sure whether I was relieved or disappointed that I could not feel his cock sliding inside me. I looked at Sophie, worried that she was jealous or upset that I’d interrupted her or that her husband was giving me this much attention while she was doing her best to pleasure him. Sophie was smiling however, excitedly encouraging me to keep going.

I could feel Jonathan’s arms around me, pulling me closer. Then I felt his cock, pressed against my backside as he pulled me in. When he fully embraced me, my back against his chest, I could feel his big, hard erection wedged firmly between my buttocks.

“Do you agree, Sophie, that we should make sure that our neighbor is more well-behaved in the future?” Jonathan asked his wife who was still knelt down in front of us.

Sophie nodded enthusiastically, without hesitation. I wondered how much of this they’d already discussed during their date.

“And you’re not saying this as revenge for her getting you into trouble earlier tonight?” Jonathan asked. His hands were playing with my breasts as he talked to his wife, pinching and squeezing.

Sophie shook her head. “Of course not.”

“Then show me you have no hard feelings and give her a kiss.” Jonathan’s hands had run down my body as he said this, ending at my knees. He pulled my legs apart with a firm tug as he said that last word, leaving no doubt what kind of kiss he meant.

I blushed deeply, but Sophie eagerly crawled forward on hands and knees. She buried her face between my legs as Jonathan’s hands moved back up, grasping my breasts.

I moaned deeply as I felt Sophie’s warm wet tongue licking my wet, swollen pussy. Meanwhile her husband squeezed and pulled on my nipples and I could feel his cock, throbbing, pulsing between my buttocks.

I gasped for air, struggling to breath between moans as my body was overcome with sensations. I grinded against Jonathan’s cock, feeling him against my still slightly sore backside, encouraged by Sophie’s tongue sliding deeply between my lips, and Jonathan’s greedy hands groping and pinching.

“Easy, Sam.” Jonathan whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Slow down or you’re going to make a mess.”

I didn’t listen, I couldn’t, I had no control over my body as ecstasy overtook me. I screamed, like I’d heard Sophie screaming through the thin walls between our apartments. I’d blush if I could, I’d never considered myself a screamer. I screamed again, my body trembling, buckling.

I don’t know how long I sat there, how long my neighbors kept going whilst I had no control over my body, shaking and moaning. Until Sophie finally pulled back, looking up at me, smiling. I was still gasping for air.

“Naughty girl.” Jonathan whispered in my ear.

I blushed and let him push me up, off his lap. I turned around and only then realized what he meant as I watched him grab a box of tissues on the table beside the couch. I watched him clean himself off and then felt the warm, sticky mess all over my lower back, I felt my neighbor’s cum dripping down between my buttocks.

Jonathan stood up, handing me the box and I blushed as I began to clean myself off. “Greedy girl.” He whispered in my ear. “I was going to fuck my wife.” He said this loud enough for Sophie to hear. “It’s our anniversary. But now she’ll have to wait, because you couldn’t listen.”

I licked my lips. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“I think it’s your turn now, to show us you can be a good girl.” Jonathan said. “Perhaps you can satisfy my wife while she waits for her husband to recuperate.”

I nodded, I realized then that until now all I’d done was watch and let them touch me. I blushed slightly as I realized I’d indeed been greedy. “I’d love to.” I replied.

Sophie then stood up and sat down on the couch her husband had been sitting in. It seemed like she knew exactly what her husband meant, as she slowly spread her legs, showing me her pussy.

I blushed, but eagerly got on my knees. I pushed my head between her thighs, reaching her pussy. She was wet with excitement , the smell was almost overwhelming.

“Get your ass up, Sam.” Jonathan suddenly ordered as I licked his wife’s pussy.

I blushed, but eagerly pushed my bottom up as I knelt on hands and knees.

Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my backside, the now familiar feeling of Jonathan’s hand spanking my bottom. I moaned softly but the sound was muffled with my face buried between Sophie’s legs.

Again and again Jonathan spanked my backside, reigniting the pain of earlier that evening, yet I was unable to squeal or moan as I tried to focus on the woman in front of me.

I don’t know whether it was my frantic licking, spurred on by the pain in my backside, or the view of her husband spanking my bottom, but Sophie was quickly trembling and moaning, I could feel the muscles in her legs clench as she neared her own climax. When Jonathan suddenly ordered: “Stop!”

I quickly pulled back, resulting in mumbled protests from Sophie. As I looked up I could see the hunger on her face, eyelids fluttering, teeth digging into her lips. She was on the edge.

With the pain in my backside freshly renewed however, there was no doubt in my mind which of the two I should obey. I obediently moved back from Sophie as her husband pulled me back on my feet.

I looked over at him, wondering too why he’d made me stop. I then noticed his cock, hard and erect once more. The view of me pleasuring his wife and the short but firm spanking of my backside had reinvigorated him quickly.

“Stand over here.” He told me, after he’d pulled me to the side of the room. “Hands on your head, no touching. Greedy girls may only watch.”

I blushed, standing in the corner of the room like a naughty girl. Jonathan then returned to his wife, pulling her off the couch to sit down himself. He pulled her down, straddling his lap, his cock slid deep inside of her.

I moaned deeply as I watched them. Jonathan buried his face between her breasts, kissing and biting and I wished to reach for my own breasts, to pinch and squeeze and imitate that feeling, yet had to obediently keep my hand on my head. Sophie moaned and grunted, wildly riding her husband, grinding on his cock and I wished to slip my fingers between my legs, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me, yet I had to keep my hands on my head. Jonathan’s hands wrapped around his wife, fingernails dragging down her back before grabbing her pink, bruised buttocks in two firm grasps, while I couldn’t reach down and caress my own sore backside. Sophie screamed when she climaxed, collapsing on top of her husband as he froze in ecstasy, cummin deep inside her. All I could do was watch.

I stared, standing there, seemingly forever as the two of them struggled to catch their breath.

“You can come out now.” Jonathan finally said as Sophie turned to sit on his knee and look at me.

I eagerly joined them, placing myself on Jonathan’s other knee to sit beside his wife. “I promise, I won’t be so greedy next time.” I whispered.

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