Encounter with my neighbor

I returned two nights later.
She opened the door already knowing. The same soft smile. Behind her, her husband stood in the living room, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes fixed on me the moment I stepped inside. I had dressed carefully again—tight blouse that made the 44D forms swell high and full, a thin cotton sari that clung when I moved, high heels, anklets, the small matching nose ring. Underneath I was already slick and prepared, the same high-quality silicone gel worked deep into my ass.
She locked the door. No words were needed.
We moved to the bedroom. She began undressing me slowly, unwrapping the sari, unhooking the blouse, letting the heavy breast forms settle free. Her husband watched every inch of skin revealed. When the soft panty came down and my cock sprang out, hard and already leaking, he stepped forward and took it in his hand without hesitation. She watched him stroke me, then leaned in and kissed my mouth while he worked.
They guided me onto the bed. She straddled my face first, lowering her cunt onto my tongue while her husband knelt between my legs. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my prepared hole. He pushed in with one long, steady stroke, the gel making the stretch smooth and deep until his hips were flush against my ass. I moaned into her as he began to fuck me—slow, heavy thrusts that rocked my whole body and made the breast forms bounce.
She rode my mouth, grinding down, letting me taste how wet she already was. Her hands braced on my chest, fingers digging into the soft give of the forms. Below, her husband picked up speed, the wet slap of his hips against me filling the room. Every time he drove in deep I felt my cock jump against nothing, leaking onto my stomach.
After a while she lifted off my face and turned. She swung a leg over my hips and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, taking me to the root while her husband continued to fuck my ass. The double sensation was overwhelming—her tight, hot cunt gripping me from above while he stretched and filled me from below. They found a rhythm together. When he thrust forward I was driven deeper into her; when she sank down she forced me tighter around his cock. The three of us moved as one, wet sounds and soft moans overlapping.
She leaned forward so her breasts hung above my face. I took a nipple into my mouth while her husband reached around and gripped my cock at the base, feeling it slide in and out of his wife. His other hand stayed on my hip, holding me in place so he could fuck me harder. The dual penetration made every nerve light up. I could feel him throbbing inside my ass, feel her walls fluttering around my cock, feel the heavy weight of the breast forms shifting with every impact.
She came first. Her cunt clamped down hard, pulsing around me in strong waves while she cried out and ground against my hips. The tight milking pulled me over the edge. I shot deep inside her, thick pulses flooding her while her husband kept pounding my ass through it. The rhythmic clenching of my orgasm triggered him. He slammed in to the hilt and held there, groaning as he emptied himself inside me, filling my ass with hot cum while I was still twitching and spilling into his wife.
We stayed locked together for a long moment—her sitting on my spent cock, him buried deep in my ass, all three of us breathing hard. Eventually he pulled out slowly. I felt his cum begin to slip from me. She lifted off and collapsed beside me, one hand still resting on the breast form closest to her.
Her husband stretched out on my other side, fingers tracing the smear of cum on my stomach. No one spoke for a while. The only sound was our breathing and the soft chime of my anklets when I shifted.
She was the first to smile.
“Next time,” she murmured, “we start earlier.”