Opening her apartment door, Whitney greeted me and Brandon with a huge smile. "Come on in, you two! I'm so glad you could make it."

As soon as we stepped into the living room, she gave me a hug. "I can't wait for us to get to know each other better," she whispered. Turning to Brandon, she gushed over the apple pie he'd brought for dessert. "My favorite! But you shouldn't have gone to the trouble."

It was then that Banks stuck his head out of the kitchen to say hello. "Great to see you! Dinner's almost ready."

"Can I do anything to help?" I offered.

"Nope," he answered with a smile. "Just make yourself comfortable."

After Brandon and I sat down on the couch, Whitney disappeared into the kitchen to get drinks for us. Looking over at me, Brandon smiled as if to say, Didn't I tell you everything would be fine?

I smiled back, allowing myself to relax a little. He rested a hand on my knee, which was covered by the skirt of my modest blue dress. While my husband and I were both dressed casually, I couldn't help but notice earlier that Whitney's shorts barely covered her ass. She wore a tight-fitting top, and her long blonde hair tumbled down her back in waves. I was pretty sure she'd forgone a bra tonight. 

She returned with glasses of lemonade for both of us. Sitting in a chair directly across from the couch, our neighbor struck up a polite conversation. I let Brandon do most of the talking, and during their chitchat, I learned that she worked in the hospital lab. It made me wonder if she and Brandon ever ran into each other. 

Once Banks had summoned us to the table in the small dining area, Brandon and I were surprised to find that our meal included roast chicken. Because raising livestock required a large amount of natural resources, meat was practically a delicacy in this country. 

"This looks delicious!" Brandon said. "Alissa and I really appreciate you inviting us over."

Whitney clasped her hands together. "I almost forgot!" She darted into the kitchen, returning seconds later with a bottle of wine. "Just in case you'd like something a little stronger than lemonade."

My eyes widened at her offering, for alcohol was strictly rationed here. The last time I'd had any was right after my wedding, when Brandon and I had been presented with complimentary champagne by the government official who presided over the ceremony. 

Seeing our shocked expressions, Whitney flashed a grin. "Banks's dad works for the government. A lot of perks come with that job." She raised her eyebrows expectantly at Brandon.

"If you plan on opening that, I won't say no to a drink," he told her. "You two are incredibly generous hosts."

I accepted a glass as well, and while sitting between Brandon and Whitney, I might have enjoyed the wine a little too much. My glass was almost empty before I'd taken more than a few bites of the delicious meal, but I found myself grateful for the way the alcohol relaxed me. Banks was quick to refill my glass.

"So," Whitney said after taking a sip of wine, "how much of an age difference is there between you two?"

My previous tension returned. It was exactly this type of conversation that I'd been dreading.

Clearing his throat, Brandon managed to keep a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm thirty-two, ten years older than Alissa."

Whitney nodded, as if she expected as much. "It's kind of weird how that works out, isn't it?" she mused. "I'm just weeks away from turning thirty-five, and Banks only recently turned twenty-six."

My mouth dropped open at her revelation. "I never would have guessed! You definitely don't look like you're in your thirties, Whitney."

"You're too sweet!" Beaming, she gave my arm an affectionate pat. "I can only hope Banks isn't secretly disappointed about being matched with someone so much older."

"You know I'm not." The desire in Banks's gaze was clear as he regarded Whitney. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you're also the love of my life."

I couldn't help but smile while watching them. They were obviously compatible in every way. If Brandon was muscular, Banks was almost exaggeratedly so. I had no idea how much he worked out, but I figured it had to be a lot. A little earlier, he'd described his job as an entry-level government position. I gathered that he didn't find it very challenging. His hair and eyes were almost the exact same rich brown shade, and like Whitney, he often wore an impish smile.

"Of course," Whitney now continued, "the government has determined that I'm still fertile. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been paired up with Banks. Time's running out, though."

Banks gently said her name, and they exchanged a meaningful look. Turning back to me and Brandon, Whitney pretended to appear chastised. "Sorry," she told us. "Sometimes I overshare. Tonight, I'll blame that bad habit on the wine." Tipping back her glass, she drained it of every last drop, then poured herself more. "It's just that I don't think women should have to become baby-making factories as soon as they get married."

"Whitney." This time, Banks's tone held a warning.

She threw up her hands. "Relax, Banks! We're among friends, and I think we can trust Alissa and Brandon." Her stare settled on me as she asked, "We can trust you, right?"

"Of course," I said quickly while Brandon nodded. I noticed he looked more than a little uncomfortable about the direction our conversation had taken, but I found it refreshing to talk to another woman who shared my doubts about being a mother. Maybe we would become friends, after all.

Leaning closer, Whitney said, "If you and Brandon want to do some family planning of your own, we have a stockpile of condoms we can share with you."

Banks laughed nervously. "No more wine for my wife tonight!" As he spoke, he placed the bottle far beyond her reach.

"For God's sake, I've only had two glasses!" Whitney rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"I didn't think anyone could get condoms here." I struggled to keep my tone nonchalant. There was no denying that I'd enjoy sex even more if I didn't have to worry about getting knocked up right away.

"Again, perks of a government job," Whitney said. "Banks's dad helps us out. Apparently, he's not ready to become a grandfather just yet."

Glancing at Banks, I saw that his jaw had tightened. "Whitney," he began in a strained voice, "I love you, but sometimes, you take things too far."

"It's fine, really," Brandon spoke quietly. I knew he was trying to put our neighbor at ease. "I think Alissa and I are on the same page about not wanting to become parents right now."

As I readily nodded in agreement, Banks's relief was unmistakable. It was then that I became convinced that this wasn't some kind of trap meant to ensnare me and Brandon. Just as we'd promised they could trust us, I realized we could trust them, too.

Whitney gave me a conspiratorial wink. "We'll be sure to send you home with some of our stash, then."

Banks didn't stop her from opening another bottle of wine. By the time we finished dinner, Whitney and I weren't drunk, but we were definitely buzzed. Brandon looked amused at how quick I was to giggle at something he or our neighbors said. Since he and Banks had shared well over half of the second bottle, they seemed plenty relaxed as well.

A little later, the four of us sat in the living room, with a single lamp providing illumination. Music played from the stereo, and Whitney informed me that we were listening to her favorite local band. "You should see them in concert sometime!" she told me and Brandon. Instead of sitting in a chair by herself, she settled onto Banks's lap. 

Brandon slipped his arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him on the couch. "This has been wonderful, hanging out with you two," he said to our neighbors.

Banks slid his palm along Whitney's bare thigh until his fingers were just a couple of inches from her crotch. Rather than deter her husband, she gave him a deep kiss. 

Brandon glanced at me, his eyes questioning; I knew he was trying to determine how comfortable I was with this. I merely smiled and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was because while we were here in this apartment, it felt like we were doing something forbidden. Of course, we were, with our indulgence in booze and our talk of prophylactics. Our mutual willingness to rebel against the plans made for us gave me a thrill I couldn't fully explain.

Yet I was still stunned when Whitney took Banks's hand and guided it to her breast. I heard her moan as he fondled her nipple.

Again, Brandon cleared his throat, and the sound made Whitney and Banks break their kiss. "Sorry," Banks said, though he didn't appear all that apologetic. "We've been married for almost a year, and it's still hard for us to keep our hands off each other."

"Maybe we should go," Brandon said. "We don't want to overstay our welcome."

"But we'd love for you to stay!" Whitney exclaimed. With that now-familiar wicked grin, she asked me, "Wouldn't you like to stay, Alissa?"

My face felt uncomfortably warm. Was it the wine or my growing arousal that had caused me to become so flushed? Gazing at Brandon, I said in a barely audible voice, "I'd like to, yes."

Now it was my husband's turn to look astonished. "Are you sure?" he murmured.

"I'm sure." Reaching for his hand, I gave it a squeeze.

Still mildly bewildered, Brandon turned back to the couple sitting across from us. "Okay, then, we'll stay."

Whitney actually bounced a little in excitement. "I hope you don't mind me getting more comfortable." Before Brandon and I had a chance to respond, she pulled off her top. As I'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, but her areolas and nipples were larger. Banks immediately cupped her tits in his hands.

A faint guttural sound emerged from Brandon's throat as he watched. Though I sat almost completely still, spellbound by Whitney's enraptured expression, I was already growing wet. Banks's stare met mine for the briefest of moments. Then, he eagerly wrapped his lips around Whitney's nipple. Lust-filled groans escaped him while he suckled. 

Whitney smiled at me, obviously pleased by my reaction. Could she tell how turned on I was? Could Brandon? Daring another look at him, I saw that his pupils had grown larger. His lips were slightly parted, and I easily heard his quickened breathing.

"Kiss me," I urged, and he practically lunged for me. His mouth was demanding, his lips fervent on mine. I whimpered at the feel of him fondling my breast through my dress. With a boldness I never dreamed I possessed, I placed a hand between his thighs. He was plenty hard by this point. 

It was Banks's low, seductive voice that drew our attention back toward him and Whitney. "Finish getting undressed," he told his wife. "I bet our neighbors would like to see all of that hot body."

Whitney looked uncharacteristically shy while rising to her feet, yet she rushed to pull down her shorts. No panties, either, I quickly discovered. Had she and Banks planned for this? How could they have guessed that Brandon and I would agree to watch their erotic display? 

Unlike me, Whitney had a full bush. Brandon's stare swept over her naked body; his dick now made a prominent bulge in his pants. When I resumed stroking him, he leaned back against the couch. Our eyes locked, and I noticed he still looked a bit stunned at what was taking place. I couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph at my ability to surprise him. While I was sure his past lovers were far more experienced than I was, I doubted any of them had ever wanted to do something like this! 

Whitney sat back down on Banks's lap, facing toward me and Brandon. She spread her legs wide, and Banks slid a hand between them. I gasped when he parted her hairy outer lips to reveal the glistening pink folds inside. 

"Ah, fuck!" Brandon looked from Whitney's pussy to my hand stroking him, and then back to her again. She was playing with her tits, and her moans intensified as Banks began massaging her clit. 

"My wife loves acting like a slut for me," he said, his fingers moving faster. "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes!" she cried. Her hot stare met mine, sending a fresh current of lust straight to my core. With a sly grin, she added, "And I like being a slut in front of our neighbors, too."

Brandon actually groaned at the sight of Banks fingering Whitney's cunt. Soon, he had three fingers buried inside her, stretching her flesh. Brandon tore his gaze away long enough to face me. I welcomed his kiss, and his hands roaming over my body. I let him lift up my dress so he could slide his palm along my thigh. His touch was insistent, and I yielded to it completely. Once I'd spread my legs wide, he teased my pussy through the crotch of my panties.

"My God, you're dripping!" he sighed against my lips. 

I was still mostly covered, but a glance at Banks and Whitney revealed that they were watching intently. A soft cry escaped me when Brandon pulled my panties aside. How much of my pussy could my neighbors see? I had to resist the urge to close my legs. It was as if Brandon sensed my shyness returning, for his kiss coaxed me into submission. I offered no resistance as his fingers explored my slick folds. The second he grazed my clit, I made a desperate mewling sound. 

Banks whispered something to Whitney, and she nodded before again climbing to her feet. When her husband also rose from the chair, I noticed his erection was tenting his shorts. "I'm about to fuck my wife," he told us. "You two are welcome to watch."

Brandon applied more pressure to my clit until I was writhing beneath his touch. "Take out your cock," I ordered him. 

Whitney squealed in delight. "Oh yes, please do! I want to see!"

Brandon didn't hesitate to free his dick from his pants. Whitney licked her lips, her stare fixed on my husband's cock while she sank to her hands and knees before us. Banks reached into his pocket and withdrew two condoms. With a grin, he tossed one to Brandon, who easily caught it. "Just in case you want to do more than watch," he said.

So they had planned for this, I realized. Right after dinner, Banks had briefly disappeared down the hall, and I guessed that was when he'd retrieved the condoms. Now, he stood behind his wife and stripped completely naked. I couldn't help but admire his gorgeous body. Though I'd never been attracted to extremely muscular men, I had to admit Banks was seriously hot. 

He made a show of sheathing his cock, which I guessed was about six and a half inches long. It wasn't as thick or as veiny as Brandon's. Once he'd put on the condom and knelt behind Whitney, she wiggled her ass at him invitingly.

"When she's this horny," Banks informed me and Brandon, "she doesn't like a lot of foreplay. Instead, she wants to get right to it."

"Fuck me!" she demanded of her husband.

A moment later, he slid into her with a thrust that made her tits sway. While Brandon continued rubbing my clit, I stroked his cock, feeling it pulse in my grasp. Though this seemed as surreal as an erotic dream, I fully surrendered to my lust. It wasn't long before my cries mingled with Whitney's. 

Banks's muscles flexed as he started fucking his wife harder. Their bodies fiercely connected, again and again, the sound reverberating like a slap. Whitney threw her head back, releasing plaintive cries. "Oh my God, you feel so good inside me!"

It was then that Brandon took his hand from between my thighs and gently grasped my chin. I could smell my juices clinging to his fingers. Our kiss was surprisingly tender. 

"Do you want to be inside me right now?" I whispered.

"More than anything!"  

Now, it was my turn to flash a naughty grin. "Let's make good use of that condom."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

My stare returned to the couple fucking in front of us. Whitney's smile was knowing. "Why not?" I said. "We're just having fun. But I don't want you to think less of me." Watching Whitney and Banks fuck was one thing; fucking in front of them was quite another. Maybe Brandon thought I was going too far with the suggestion.

"I would never think less of you," he promised. "I love you, Alissa."

I gave him another sweet kiss before hopping up from the couch and taking off my panties. Again, my eyes met Banks's, and I noticed him observing me with an intense expression. I couldn't believe I was flashing my pussy at a man while he was fucking his wife.

Moments later, Brandon was lying on the couch, resting on his back. He'd lowered his pants and underwear down his thighs but hadn't bothered taking them off. I watched with keen interest as he put on the condom. Finally, he looked up at me and said, "I'm ready for you, sweetheart."

By this point, Banks was jackhammering Whitney's pussy. Between her cries, she managed to tell me, "As soon as you start riding Brandon's dick, I'm gonna come!"

"What a dirty girl you are!" Banks teased before driving himself all the way inside her.

Grabbing fistfuls of my dress to keep it out of my way, I hurried to straddle Brandon. He stared up at me in wonderment as I reached between us to take hold of his cock. Since he and I had first made love, we'd tried out various positions, but needless to say, I didn't have much experience with this one.

I sank down upon him, almost tentative while taking every inch. The condom seemed to do little to dampen his pleasure, for he let out a throaty moan as his eyes grew heavy-lidded. Placing a hand on the back of the couch, I dared to start moving. I was surprised by how easily I worked up to a steady rhythm.

True to her word, Whitney succumbed to a powerful orgasm. I heard Banks draw in a sharp breath as she shuddered. He'd gathered up her hair, holding it back with a firm grip, so I was able to see her face. She looked lost while immersed in that powerful climax; her gaze was helpless when it met mine. Meanwhile, Banks kept pumping away. 

Brandon took hold of my dress and began slowly lifting it. Even when he exposed more of us to our neighbors' view, I didn't try to stop him. Instead, I rode him even faster. 

"Christ, you've got me close!" His voice was full of both frustration and longing. I wondered if he was determined to outlast Banks. 

Whitney was panting, her voice tremulous as she cried out, "Yes, yes, fuck him harder, Alissa!" 

Though Brandon let out a whimper, I showed him no mercy. Glancing over at Whitney, I could tell she was on the precipice of another climax. Banks had started sweating, and he now pounded her relentlessly. 

Brandon recaptured my attention by rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb. I was already so sensitive from before, and in just seconds, he had me trembling and ready to come. 

"That's it, baby, just let go!" he coaxed through heavy breaths.

I released a wail before the orgasm struck me silent; Brandon held me upright while I violently quaked. Whitney screamed from low in her throat, yet she sounded far away. 

Both Brandon and Banks let out labored groans, and I figured they'd reached their own release almost simultaneously. I felt my husband's muscles grow taut from the intensity of his climax.

Once our bliss ebbed, he held the condom in place while I eased off of him. Banks had pulled out of Whitney, and the four of us now stared at one another, incredulous from what had just occurred.

Sitting up, Brandon gave me a kiss before tossing the used condom in a nearby wastebasket. Banks helped Whitney to her feet, then disposed of his own condom.

"Well, this has been quite an evening!" Whitney giggled. 

Banks planted a kiss on the top of her head. "That's the understatement of the year, babe."

With the smell of sex lingering in the air, we were quick to dress. After we'd taken turns washing up in the bathroom, Whitney gave me a dozen condoms to put in my purse. "Let me know when you need more," she said.

"Thank you so much." Giving her a hug, I added, "We'll probably be needing more soon."

"I should hope so!" she replied with a grin.

I expected things to be a little awkward as we said good night, but the atmosphere remained relaxed. We promised to get together again soon, and then Brandon and I headed back to our apartment. 

Neither of us spoke until we were in our living room, with the door closed behind us. Turning to him, I blurted out, "I can't believe we actually did that!"

He struggled to contain his shocked laughter. "I'm still expecting to wake up at any moment and find that I dreamed it all!"

Searching his face, I asked in a far more solemn tone, "You don't regret it, do you?"

"Absolutely not." He gave me another fervent kiss. "You are so incredible, Alissa. And I'm the luckiest man in the world."

I made no attempt to hide my pleasure at hearing those words. "So... you didn't find yourself wanting to fuck Whitney tonight?"

He hesitated only a moment before responding. "Seeing as how she was getting pounded right in front of me, I did imagine it for a second or two. But mostly, I was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck my wife." Brushing my hair back from my face, he asked, "And what about you? Did you imagine being with Banks?"

"Honestly, I didn't even get that far. I was excited from watching him and Whitney, of course, and I definitely admired his body. But you're the only one I wanted inside me."

Again, my husband embraced me, and we held each other for a long moment before I went to take a shower.

Even after I'd washed away the remnants of my arousal, my face still held a post-orgasmic glow. I smiled at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, then stepped out into the hall, wearing only a clean night shirt.

I expected Brandon to call out to me, but I was greeted with silence instead. "Brandon?" 

The light was still on in the living room, and I headed in that direction. "Brandon, what are you—"

I stopped short when I saw him sitting on the couch, my sketchbook in his hands. He was staring down at a drawing of Kai. 

Finally, he looked up at me. Though his expression had turned cold, I could easily discern the raw pain in his eyes. Holding up the sketchbook, he asked, "Is this the man you're still in love with?"