I was relieved that I had finally found a place to live for the school year. I was about to begin my first year of graduate school in a new city, and because of a housing arrangement that had fallen through, I was struggling to find a place to live near campus as classes were rapidly approaching. Most of the nearby apartments had long since been leased to other students, and as I didn’t know anyone in the new town, I didn’t have a roommate to share a house with. Finally, I came across a house that had a separate unit built off the back, equipped with its own kitchen. I eagerly signed the lease. I had never lived in a duplex before, but I was thrilled to have my own place, close to campus but away from the overcrowded nearby apartments. It looked like a nice, quiet place to get my studying done.

A couple of days after moving in, I decided to knock on the front door and meet the people I would be living in close quarters with. I was a little apprehensive as I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t have to be friends with the people—I just hoped they weren’t too weird, or noisy. I waited for a second on the front porch until the door swung open. A young, sweaty, shirtless guy opened the door. He looked to be a couple of years older than me.

“Hey, what’s up, man?” the guy said as a greeting to me.

“Hey, I just thought I’d come over and introduce myself,” I said politely, extending my hand. “I just moved into the back unit. My name’s Jason.” The guy extended his hand too.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” he replied. “I’m Andrew.”

In the meantime, a girl came around the corner into the entryway wearing denim shorts and a sports bra. She looked to be Andrew’s age, and she was also glistening in sweat.

“And this is my girlfriend, Emma,” he said and then turned to his girlfriend. “Emma, this is Jason; he just moved into the back unit.”

I looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“Pleased to meet you, Jason,” Emma said with a smile. “Excuse our appearances—we just got back from a run!”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” I said. “I should get going, but I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”

As I left the porch, I felt relieved that it didn’t turn out to be some creepy old couple living next to me. On the contrary, Andrew and Emma were young and likable—and also very attractive. I couldn’t help but realize that they were both in excellent shape and were very good-looking. Andrew was about six feet tall, with short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a strong smile and a firm handshake, and I got a good vibe from him. And Emma… she was hot by any standards. Standing about five foot six, she had shoulder-length brown hair, a smooth-toned stomach, and a very pretty face. Because of her attire, I also noticed that she had quite a nice ass and a pair of flawless-looking breasts, held tight by her sports bra. She was the type of girl that a guy couldn’t ignore. I was also about Andrew’s height, with short brown hair. I wasn’t as toned as my neighbors, but I was still in a pretty good shape by most standards, and I worked out regularly.

A couple of days passed after our introduction. Andrew and I met again in the yard. I was coming back from running a few errands, and Andrew was exiting his door and stepping out onto the porch.

“Hey Jason,” Andrew said as he closed the door behind him.

“How’s it going, Andrew?” I replied.

“Good, just waiting for Emma,” he said. “We’re on our way to the hardware store to pick up some paint.”

After some small talk, Andrew bluntly said, “So, Emma told me she thinks you’re pretty cute.”

I looked at my neighbor incredulously, not sure how to respond to Andrew’s statement. At that moment, Emma opened the door and stepped out next to Andrew.

“Oh, hey I! How are you?” she greeted me.

“Uh… Hi Emma. I’m doing really good, thanks for asking.”

She smiled at me, then looked at her boyfriend. “Ready, Andrew?” she asked him.

“Yeah. Oh, hey, Jason,” he said. “We’d like to get to know you better. What do you say you come over for dinner tonight, around eight o’clock?”

“Well sure, that sounds good,” I replied. “Can I bring anything?”

“Maybe a bottle of wine?” Emma suggested.

Dinner was good. Andrew had grilled some steaks while Emma had prepared a salad and vegetables. The conversation went well, too. Andrew and Emma were really a fun, down-to-earth couple, and I had a great time with them. We stayed at the dinner table talking well past the point of finishing our food. They were well into another bottle of wine when Andrew excused himself to the restroom. After a bit, Emma looked at me and brushed her hair behind one ear.

“So…” she said, “Andrew said that he told you that I thought you were cute.”

I started to blush and shrugged my shoulders as I nodded.

“Do you find me attractive, too?” she asked.

At that point, Andrew walked back into the room and sat back at the table. I somewhat nervously glanced at him, then back at Emma.

“It’s okay, I still want you to answer,” Emma asked again. “Do you find me attractive?”

Andrew sat, grinning.

“Well… yeah, Emma,” I replied. “You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled. Andrew joined the conversation.

“Emma and I have somewhat been in an open relationship. Sometimes we like to have a third person join us in the bedroom… Would you be interested?”

I sat there, puzzled. This dinner party had taken a change in direction very quickly. Although they had essentially just invited me for a threesome, I was too taken aback to gather my thoughts and answer right away.

“Uh… well…” I stammered.

“Why don’t you watch Andrew and me making love tonight… just watch,” she smirked. “Then we can see how comfortable we all are together, and we can take it from there.”

“That’s how we prefer it, anyway,” Andrew joined. “Just be in the room the first time.”

“We’re both a little turned on by exhibitionism anyway,” he added, smiling at his girlfriend.

God, this is crazy! I thought. I had never been involved in such a kinky situation as this. My logical instincts told me to decline the offer. But, then again, I was a little tipsy… and both Emma and Andrew were good-looking. It would be fun to see them together, and I knew that I’d definitely regret it later if I didn’t take the opportunity when it was given to him.

“Okay, sure,” he said.

“Oh, good!” Emma exclaimed, clapping. The couple stood and guided me to their bedroom. There was no time to back out now. As we entered the bedroom, Emma once again turned her attention to me.

“There are only two rules for the first time,” she said. “First, no touching. You can only watch. And second…” she smiled, “you have to play with yourself while we make love.”

I raised my eyebrows, unprepared for the second rule.

“So what do you say, Jason?” she asked, realizing my hesitation.

I didn’t want to ruin the opportunity, so I agreed.

The three of us were still standing. Suddenly, Andrew gently grabbed Emma by the shoulders and kissed her. She moaned and returned the kiss. I watched as the two lovers started the show and swirled their tongues, their eyes closed. They moved toward the bed and released the kiss. Emma grinned at her boyfriend as she sat on the bed, and moved toward the headboard. Andrew once again joined her, straddling her hips with his knees, and they resumed the kiss. Emma’s hands feverishly explored Andrew’s backside—his hair and neck, then his back and shoulders. Andrew broke the kiss to kiss the nape of her neck which caused her to let out a sweet moan. She worked his shirt over his back as his hands undid the button of her jeans.

I stood to the side of the bed, watching. This was just as hot as I’d imagined. It was obvious that Andrew and Emma, both found each other intoxicating, and just watching them make out was a turn-on. I looked around the bed for a chair to sit in, so I could comfortably watch the pair and play by their rules. Once Andrew was shirtless and Emma’s pants were down to her knees, she looked over to me and patted the bed next to her.

“Lie down here, Jason,” she invited. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I sat on the bed next to Emma, watching the couple continue to make out and undress each other. By the time I was situated next to her, Emma’s shirt was off, and she was left in only her bra and panties. Being in the middle of the action like this left me with quite a hard-on. Emma was so beautiful. Her black lingerie was the only thing separating her naked body from my view, and the flush on her cheeks made it evident that she was incredibly turned on. As I lay watching, with my upper body propped up against the headboard, Emma’s nimble hands were working the button on Andrew’s jeans. She pulled his jeans down to his knees on the bed, leaving his clearly erect cock covered only by his tented pair of boxers. Emma’s left hand instinctively rubbed the length of his cock through the fabric of his boxers as they continued to kiss. He raised up to discard his jeans as Emma slipped his boxers down off of his waist, then off of him completely. Her fingers gently stroked his hard cock as she looked into his eyes. He moved up the bed a bit on his knees and positioned the tip of his cock at Emma’s mouth. She willingly accepted his throbbing manhood between her lips into her warm, wet mouth.

The way I was situated, I was less than a foot away from where the action was taking place. As Andrew gently began to rock his hips, his head rolled back, and he closed his eyes. My focus was on Emma’s lips, where his hard, glistening cock was sliding in and out of his girlfriend’s mouth. I instinctively moved my hand to my crotch and rubbed my very erect cock through my pants.

“You wanna get her bra off for me?” Andrew asked me.

Emma arched her back to get her bra strap off of the bed, and I reached my arms around her chest and unhooked the black bra. I pulled the fabric away revealing two of the most perfectly formed breasts I had ever seen. Two small, erect nipples capped the mounds of flesh on her chest, and it took almost everything within me to not plant my mouth on one of them and roll my tongue around her nipple. I dropped the bra over the side of the bed and continued to watch the show.

Andrew was beginning to get into a rhythm. Emma reached over and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling upward, indicating me to take it off. I did so, then unbuckled my pants and slid them off as well. He pulled his member from her mouth. Emma turned her head and eyed me up and down, before grinning at me in approval and returning her attention to her boyfriend.

He slid down the bed once again and pulled her legs upward, allowing him to pull off her panties. I couldn’t help but stare at the neatly shaved mound. I watched one of Emma’s fingers absentmindedly dip into her pussy as she awaited Andrew’s next move. Her other hand was loosely wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking it gently.

“Ready, babe?” he asked her.

She only let out a deep moan in approval. He placed his hands on her knees and gently spread her legs. He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her again. Emma’s hands went to his sides, her palms resting on either side of his ribcage. Their mouths parted and Andrew guided the tip of his cock inside Emma.

From my vantage point, I could see everything. My head was resting at the headboard of the bed quite close to Emma’s head, but higher up. From here, my view was down her slim body, past her heaving chest and down her tight stomach to the point where all the action was taking place. I watched as the head of Andrew’s cock parted her lips and entered her hot, slick canal. He completely sheathed his cock inside her in one slow push, causing a moan of content from both partners.

I slipped my boxers down, letting my leaking cock spring upward as it was released. I tossed them off the side of the bed onto the pile of clothes. I let one of my hands gently roll and massage my balls, while the fingers of the other hand began to stroke my shaft. My eyes were glued to the joining of bodies next to me. Andrew was in a slow but steady rhythm, extracting his cock from his girlfriend, then entirely pushing it back home. Emma’s eyes were closed and her lips were parted, and both Andrew and I were watching her face as it writhed in pleasure. Her hands gently rubbed up and down his sides, then over his back and came to rest together on the back of his neck as he fucked her.

He sped up his thrusts and Emma began to start to instinctively buck her hips. My hand slid over my cock repeatedly as I masturbated, watching the two lovers entwined. Suddenly, she turned her head to me and made eye contact with me as she continued to fuck, her body rocking back and forth with every thrust. She smiled at me and gazed downward at my hand actively pleasuring myself. She moaned and closed her eyes again in pleasure, then turned her eye contact back to her boyfriend and began to let out more frequent moans.

“I’m gonna cum soon...” she almost whispered to both of us. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

Her hands clenched onto Andrew’s back and shoulder blades as she bit her bottom lip hard and lifted her legs off the bed with her bucking hips.

“Oh… God, yes!” she cried as her abs visibly convulsed with her powerful orgasm, and she continued to mindlessly rock her hips. Her mouth opened as she panted, breathing harder as the pleasure crashed down around her.

“Fuck!” Emma relaxed her grip on Andrew as he sped up his thrusts, causing him to reach the verge of climax as well. After several more pumps, he pulled his cock from her, and she grabbed it, giving it a few last strokes before it exploded on her. The first ribbon of Andrew’s cum hit her on the nape of her neck. It was followed by another powerful jet that glanced across her breast and chest. The rest of his cream was directed toward her heaving stomach. She continued to stroke his slick cock as his orgasm subsided, but her attention once again went back to me. My face was clenched as I also neared orgasm. Emma wiped the tip of Andrew’s cock off on her stomach, then rested a hand on my bare shoulder and spoke softly in my ear.

“I want you to come for me!” she gasped. “Cum on me; I want to feel your hot cum on me, Jason.”

The touch of her hand on me at this critical moment, paired with her dirty talk, sent me over the edge. I quickly got on my knees at her side, continuing to pump my cock. She smiled and rested her hand on my thigh, stroking gently, as I brought myself closer to orgasm. The first rope of semen out of my cock was long and forceful. It traveled across her breasts before first hitting the base of her throat, then splattering onto her chin and just below her lower lip. She moaned and let out a sustained giggle as the hot cum hit her, and she continued to giggle as the rest of my spunk covered her bare chest and stomach, intermingling with that of her boyfriend.

Finally, I stopped pumping and closed my eyes, out of breath. My chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I let out a lungful of air, then raised my eyes to look at her. She was smiling coyly at me as one finger mindlessly swirled the mixed cum on her stomach.

“That was quite the orgasm, Jason!” she giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much cum spew out of one cock.”

“Well, watching the two of you was just plain fucking hot!” I smirked. “It got me pretty worked up, I guess.”

“I should say so,” Emma replied, grinning. “What do you say, Andrew?”

“I can’t wait,” Andrew replied. “I think Jason has earned the right to play with us again. For real, next time!””

“Ooh, good!” she squirmed before sticking her cum-covered finger into her mouth to clean it up. She extended both arms and lifted up the two deflated cocks on either side of her with her palms. “This will be so much fun!”