*** Author's Note: If you enjoy this story, please feel free to read by first 3-part story "Family Foursome". Positive feedback welcome, constructive criticism and suggestions welcome, downright rudeness should take a hike. ***
Matt and Lucy were like any young married couple; still in their early 30's they were considered to be in their prime as a husband and wife. They had taken all the baby steps a couple needs to take to form a lasting partnership; they even settled on buying a little bulldog and looking after her together, and shortly after, moved in together.
They moved in to a nice little three bedroom apartment which, on the outside, looked like a dump, but on the inside, had the potential to become magnificent. It was in a block of four which had been converted from two semi-detached houses built in the 70's. The estate they had moved into wasn't the greatest, and certainly wasn't nice to look at, but the two of them couldn't care less.
Working alternate shifts at different dead end jobs, the couple didn't give a damn about the image they were putting out there into society -- an image of slackers moving in together just to cut costs, who did little else than stay in and watch television scratching themselves while sat on the sofa and who certainly didn't care for their garden which became overgrown within weeks.
None of this mattered to Matt and Lucy, however, as the two of them knew each other inside out and upside down and appeared to have the perfect working harmony in a relationship; in their own eyes, of course. The two shared a great passion for lovemaking and didn't even mind if their dog watched -- they even found it somewhat arousing.
To the nosy neighbour, the two would seem like the average young couple in the north of England these days; no regard for themselves or others, their property or their garden or even their jobs, as more than one neighbour had spotted Matt strolling out of the door, a lot later than he would usually set off for work, on more than one occasion. Then along came Shane.
Shane was a young lad in his early 20's who had already finished with his education and was eager to start the next stage of his life and form his own limited company. Shane was no geek, though, he liked the usual things in life; music, tv, computer games, sports, friends, parties, girls... But Shane was far from any ordinary kid in the north of England; in fact, he based his life around being different to everyone else -- when the world swung one way, he would swing the other just for fun. Shane truly was a character, and although not aesthetically pleasing to the girl daydreaming of her ideal hunk, he wasn't unattractive either.
Slim of build with shoulder length, brown, wavy hair, stunning blue eyes and a great smile through memories of a tough time growing up and growing into the person he would inevitably be, were all qualities often seen as positives to Shane's exterior; not to mention his behind, and the occasional noticeable bulge in his jeans.
Shane moved in to the apartment below Matt and Lucy and although at first a bit wary, Shane came to enjoy catching up with his neighbours as they passed each other on their ways in and out of their homes. Shane wasn't a dog lover and often teased at how much Matt and Lucy's dog hated him, but felt sorry after hearing the news of her inevitable death due to being a bulldog, not built for walking up and down stairs every time she needed a bathroom break.
Just when Shane thought he had a reprieve from the incessant barking he could hear above him on most days, The seemingly stable couple bought a replacement and the cycle of dog and neighbour being forced to get used to each other began once again.
Shane often thanked god that he bought the ground floor apartment in that particular block, as often times when he watched television during a day off, he would catch glimpses through his window of the neighbour he lusted after so much, as she let her dog out to do its' business. From time to time Lucy would wave at Shane, and others Shane would listen for footsteps on the stairs above him and find an excuse to make his way outside to converse with the "would-be" MILF.
Lucy stood at 5'11" or there abouts, as she was maybe a couple of inches taller than Shane who reached 5'9". She was a young man's wet dream with curves in all the right places, and only the slightest hint of sag in her 32C boobs; she even had one of those jiggly backsides which could be noticed if she was wearing bottoms such as juicy tracksuit pants. Chin length dyed black hair and cold blue eyes, along with a narrow nose and tempting lips set Lucy apart from the other women on the estate and Shane was infatuated.
On rare occasion when Shane worked on his computer in the back room, he could hear Lucy in her bed, no matter the time, day or night, but always when Matt was out of the apartment; Shane listened intently as Lucy brought herself to orgasm with one of her pleasure toys. Shane would lie there, closing his eyes, hand on his own sex weapon, imagining what Lucy was up to.
Upon one of Shane's semi-frequent late night returns to his humble abode, he stepped out of his car, only to hear Matt and Lucy's door close. Noticing that Matt's car wasn't around, he assumed Lucy had either just left the apartment or just gone inside. To his joy, Lucy had stepped outside to get rid of some trash, but unfortunately for her, it was embarrassing trash; She held in her hand, a 7 inch realistic vibrator sex toy. She had somehow managed to break the thing, and after an attempt at replacing the batteries, she reluctantly decided she should get rid of it and shop for a new one the following morning.
