My Unexpected Threesome with the Neighbours

Helped my neighbours move… Didn’t expect how the night would end in a threesome MFM
NonFiction
A couple of months ago, I (28M) had one of those nights that didn’t feel real while it was happening and still doesn’t fully make sense when I think back on it.

It started earlier that day when I helped my neighbours move some furniture out of their house. I’d known them for 3 years, but only in that surface-level neighbour way. Quick chats, polite waves, nothing deeper. For the sake of the story, let’s call the husband Chris and his wife Zoe.

The moving itself was nothing special. Lifting heavy stuff, sweating, taking breaks. Zoe kept checking if I needed water or a break, brushing past me now and then as she moved around the house. It wasn’t flirty exactly, but she had this calm confidence about her that made you notice her without her doing anything obvious. Her red hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling around her face, and she had this easy smile that made conversation feel natural. Chris was relaxed the whole time, cracking jokes and keeping things light.

Once we finished, they thanked me and invited me back later that evening for dinner.

I went home, showered, changed, and lay around for a bit. I remember standing under the water longer than usual, replaying the day and wondering why the invite felt different from a normal thank-you dinner, even though nothing had actually happened.

Later that night, I went back over.

Dinner was great. The lights were low, music playing softly in the background, drinks poured without anyone really keeping track. That’s when I really noticed Zoe. She’s about 5’6, short and curvy, completely comfortable in her body. Her face was striking without being overdone. Bright green eyes that held eye contact just a bit longer than most people do, rosy cheeks, and lips that curved into a smile easily. When she laughed, she leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on the table, totally relaxed.

Chris was just as easy to be around. Around 5’11, fit dad bod, chill, funny as hell. Watching them together, you could tell they were secure with each other. No jealousy, no tension, just a natural closeness.

As the night went on, drinks kept flowing and conversation drifted. Life stuff, random stories, relationships. Nothing sexual at first. At some point, Zoe rolled a big joint and passed it around. Once it hit, everything slowed down. The room felt warmer. Conversation got more honest.

That’s when things shifted. We started talking about past relationships, how long it had been since any of us had hooked up, what we were into. Zoe spoke openly, calmly, never trying to shock or impress. When she talked, she held eye contact, sometimes biting her lip or smiling to herself like she knew the effect she had but didn’t need to push it.

That’s when Chris casually asked if I’d ever been in a threesome.

I said yes, but that it had been a while. There was a brief pause after that. Not awkward, just noticeable. Zoe looked at me with this curious, almost playful expression, then the conversation carried on like nothing had happened.

After a few more drinks and choofs, I said I should probably head home and crash. I was pretty fucked up by then. Chris insisted I stay the night instead, pointing out that their spare bedroom was right across from theirs and there was no way I should be walking anywhere. Zoe stood close while explaining where it was, her hand briefly resting on my arm. Nothing overt, just enough to make my pulse pick up.

I laid down face-first on the spare bed and passed out for what I thought would be a short nap.

I woke up to quiet giggling and soft kissing sounds. Still half asleep, I rolled over and looked across the hallway.

Chris and Zoe’s bedroom door was wide open.

They were both completely naked.

Seeing Zoe like that was jarring in the best way. Earlier she’d been laughing over dinner, now her posture was completely different. Relaxed, confident, flushed. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, completely unbothered by the fact I could see her. She was on her knees giving Chris a sloppy blowjob, the sounds unfiltered and deliberate.

I lay there for a moment, heart pounding, trying to figure out if I was about to embarrass myself by misreading everything.

Eventually, I got up and slowly walked toward their room. Chris noticed me immediately, smiled, and waved me in, laughing and saying, “Finally, you’re awake.”

Zoe turned toward me, smiling. She crawled over on all fours, pulled my pants down, and looked at me like she already knew what she’d find. She gave me a quick blowjob, then guided me onto the bed next to Chris. Zoe told me to relax. Chris laughed and said it was good to finally hang out properly. It felt strangely normal.

From there, Zoe went back and forth between us, giving us both the sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever had. Being high made everything feel amplified. The closeness, the sounds, the way she used her mouth, and the fact that Chris was right there watching and enjoying it too.

After a while, Chris asked if I wanted to fuck his wife. Without a word, I got up straight away. Zoe and Chris were both smiling. Zoe got into doggy while Chris leaned back against the bedframe.

I pushed my cock into Zoe slowly. Tight, wet, warm. Watching Zoe suck Chris off while I fucked her from behind felt unreal. She looked back at me and told me not to be shy, so I started slapping, squeezing, and massaging her ass. At one point, I started rubbing my thumb around the rim of her asshole and slowly worked it in, her moans softened, and deeper.

From there, time blurred. Chris and I swapped positions. Taking turns spit roasting his wife. Zoe deep-throating and wrapping her tongue around the tip of my cock almost made me cum early. I had to push her head away. She laughed when I told her I was close. She then told me to grab her magic wand from under the pillow.

She kept sucking me off while I searched for it, still plugged into the wall. Once she had it, she used it while Chris kept pounding her dripping pussy, her moans getting louder, her breathing heavier, until she squirted all over him, legs shaking uncontrollably. She collapsed forward, resting her head on my belly with my cock pressed under her chin. Chris slowed down, then pulled out and said he needed water before leaving the room.

When Chris stepped out for water, it was just me and Zoe. Once she caught her breath, she looked up at me and started kissing me deeply while stroking my cock. She climbed on top of me, guided me back inside her still-wet pussy, wrapped her hands around my neck, and started bouncing on me in a deep squat.

I was completely lost in it, just trying not to cum inside her. I didn’t even notice Chris come back until I saw him sitting in a chair in the corner, drinking water and smoking a freshly rolled joint.

Zoe grabbed her vibrator again and started riding me harder. Her moans got louder until she collapsed on top of me after another intense orgasm, squirting all over my waist and cock.

We took a smoke break after that, passing the joint around. Chris mentioned that he and Zoe had been in the swinging lifestyle for about 15 years and had done pretty much everything together and separately. It explained how comfortable and natural everything felt.

After chatting and laughing for a bit, Zoe said we should keep going. Chris said he wanted to sit out and watch for a while. He told us he enjoyed watching his wife get fucked while smoking.

Zoe pushed me back onto the bed and started sucking my semi-hard cock while riding me missionary-style. While I was fucking her, Chris came over, grabbed the vibrator, and pressed it between the base of my shaft and her dripping pussy. The feeling was insane.

Zoe started moaning louder again while Chris spanked her ass and talked dirty to her. Suddenly, while my cock was deep inside her, Chris told her to stop moving and slowly slid his cock into her right next to mine. It felt weird at first, but also kind of incredible. I’d never done DVP before, and at that point, I wasn’t thinking about anything except how good it felt.

Chris’s pace picked up, his breathing got heavier, and then he pulled out and came all over her ass and lower back.

I wasn’t far behind. I whispered to Zoe that I was about to cum. She quickly got on her knees on the bed, I stood up looking down at me with her tongue stretched out. It only took a few strokes before I unloaded all over her mouth and face. She sucked the rest off me before I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.

Afterward, the three of us lay there talking and laughing. Chris showered first, then Zoe asked me to join her in the spare bathroom. We cleaned each other off, which felt surprisingly intimate. When we came back, Chris was already passed out. Zoe asked me to join them, lying between us. It took me a while to fall asleep my mind just kept replaying the night but eventually I did. I woke up the next morning with Zoe spooning me.

I heard Chris making coffee, got dressed, admired Zoe’s beautiful naked body and joined Chris in the kitchen. He smiled and said, “Morning, mate. Hope you enjoyed your night with us.” We chatted for a while before Zoe joined us, kissing Chris, then hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.

I stayed for a few hours, helped clean up, and before I left, Chris asked if I’d be interested in hanging out again sometime. I laughed and said absolutely. Zoe threw her arms up and said, “Yay, we’re making this happen then.”

We’re still neighbours to this day, we still hang out. Sometimes it’s just the three of us and sometimes with Zoe’s friends.

But that’s another story for another time.