my ex boyfriend and i wasn’t happy with our sexlife. There was actually only one solution once again. Ask our dear neighbor Stefan again. Stefan was in his mid-30s, really good-looking, and just a sweetheart. A neighbor of the rare kind.

So Stefan once again helped both of us out of a jam. After 20 minutes, the three pieces were carried into the apartment. Stefan also offered to quickly assemble the sofa set with Michel, as he didn't have anything else to do that day.

The two of them harmonized well, and after a good hour, the seating area was assembled. By then, I had made coffee for the three of us. The two of them were already sitting comfortably on the new furniture when I placed the coffee and a few croissants on the table. While the three of us enjoyed croissants and coffee after our work, well, I didn't do much, we started chatting.

About what we did every day, how we liked our jobs, what the future held, and so on. Stefan mentioned that he had been living alone for six months since his longtime girlfriend left him, and that's why, as we had noticed, he moved into the apartment next to ours. As I looked at Stefan, as I had done many times before, I came to the same conclusion: a really hot guy! I couldn't imagine that he lived all alone, without a partner, just by himself.

That is to say, I imagined him sitting in his apartment in front of his laptop, playing with himself while chatting on one of the many adult sites. Massaging his surely amazing dick. Damn, daydreaming! I felt myself getting wet between my legs. I admitted, I did that sometimes. Michel knows about it. We set up an account. I chat, not often, but when I do, it has to get really hot, a bit vulgar and exciting. I

t really turns me on when, after a hot conversation about our sexual preferences or fantasies, we watch each other masturbate and climax together. Not without sharing our fantasies that we're imagining at the moment. Most of the time, my dream is to have a threesome with Michel and another man. Feeling two dicks inside me. One in my pussy, while I give Michel a blowjob, deepthroat him, maybe even try anal. Sandwiching is also a fantasy that quickly makes me come, if my chat partner manages to turn me on during our conversation. My God, I have to stop thinking about it. I'm really wet.

Stefan grinned and stayed relaxed in his seat, grabbing the remote control for the TV and turning it on. In the kitchen, I opened the dishwasher, knelt down to start loading the dishes that Stefan handed to me. Right in front of my face, I noticed that Stefan's jeans suddenly had a huge bulge.

I looked up. Our eyes met, I knew what he desired, and without looking away, I unzipped his pants, reached in, and freed his rock-hard shaft from its confinement. Still staring into his eyes, I took him into my mouth and eagerly started sucking on it, deep-throating him and playing with my tongue on his head. Stefan's eyes rolled back and he started breathing faster, while I fervently jerked his dick with my hands as I sucked him in and out. At that moment, neither of us thought about Michel. At least, that's what I thought. I didn't just want to lick this hot cock, I wanted to feel it inside me. I stood up and slowly but firmly pulled my panties down in front of him.

I intentionally only let them drop to my knees. I could tell he wanted to ram his cock into my pussy right then and there. But I slowly turned around, leaned on the kitchen counter, offering my backside to Stefan. He should fuck me from behind. He immediately positioned his cock at my now dripping wet pussy, and with the moisture, he quickly penetrated me deeply. Slowly, he pulled his shaft halfway out again, and just as slowly thrust it all the way back into me.

Slowly but steadily, he increased the speed and depth. I didn't want to be too loud, in case Michel didn't notice anything, as we still heard the TV loudly next door, assuming Michel was sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of it. What I didn't know was that while I was working in the kitchen earlier, Stefan and Michel had a conversation while assembling the sofa, talking about how horny Stefan found me, and how lucky Michel was to have me, and that he was under a lot of pressure now that he lived alone. He really needed a good fuck. This conversation immediately caught Michel's attention, and he mentioned that he also had his fantasies and wishes.

But he couldn't imagine fulfilling them with me. If he spent more time with me in the kitchen, Michel should quietly check what was happening in the kitchen. In the worst case, he would help with the dishes. And so I really didn't notice how Michel entered the kitchen and had already watched Stefan and me fucking for more than a minute. When I suddenly saw him standing next to me, I was terrified, but Stefan didn't let himself be distracted and relentlessly hammered his cock deep into my pussy, so I couldn't help but continue to moan relatively loudly.

I saw that he had already freed his cock from his pants and was vigorously masturbating. A smile must have briefly crossed my lips, because Michel just said briefly and demandingly, I gladly complied, taking his dick in my hand, releasing my left hand from the kitchen counter, and began stroking Michel's cock in the same rhythm as Stefan was fucking me from behind into my now dripping pussy. We then briefly changed positions. Without interrupting our respective sexual activities, I knelt down on the floor so I could take Stefan's cock with my left hand between my eager lips and start sucking on it vigorously.