Lena's Balcony Spread For Neighboring Husbands

The balcony air was warm and thick with the scent of the city at dusk, the sky bleeding orange and purple behind the facing apartment block. Mike leaned against the railing with a beer in his hand, watching his wife the way he always did when she got that look in her eye.

Lena was already a little drunk, cheeks flushed, that tiny yellow sundress clinging to her tits and barely covering her ass. She stretched out on the wide lounge chair like a cat, one bare foot sliding up the cushion, then the other. The hem of the dress rode up her smooth thighs inch by inch. She wasn’t wearing panties. She never did when she felt like this.

Mike’s cock twitched in his shorts as he saw the three familiar silhouettes appear in the windows across the narrow courtyard. Same three single guys who lived together on the fourth floor. They’d watched Lena before, but never this openly. Tonight she was done pretending.

She locked eyes with the tallest one first, the one with the beard, and slowly parted her knees. The dress slid higher. Cool evening air kissed her bare, already glistening pussy. She was soaked. A thin string of her arousal stretched and broke as her thighs opened wider, putting her pink, puffy lips on full display for them.

“Fuck, Lena,” Mike breathed, voice low and rough.

She smiled at him, wicked and sweet at the same time, then looked back across the gap. All three men were frozen at their windows, staring. She dragged one finger down her slit, spreading the wetness, letting them see how she glistened. Her clit was swollen, peeking out, begging.