A Good Neighbor

Gloria the nanny creeps her man Trevor in through the back door like they’re on a middle-school dare. She barely gets his belt off before they’re going at it right on the living-room couch, window cracked because somebody got too warm. Next thing you know the neighbor Mr. Peterson is on the other side of the hedge, ear cocked, grin getting wider with every moan he hears. He knocks. Gloria scrambles for a shirt that won’t cover much. Peterson strolls in calm as Sunday and lays it out: he can keep quiet, but only if he gets a turn with her too. Gloria’s eyes go wide; Trevor’s jaw hits the floor. She sweet-talks fast, whispering to Trevor that one quick fuck beats both of them getting fired and evicted. He hates it, cusses, then finally growls that if it has to happen he’s staying and playing—no way is he letting her handle that creep alone. Clothes hit the rug. Peterson takes her from behind while Trevor slides under, and Gloria ends up sandwiched, squealing as the two of them double-penetrate her on the same cushions she was just getting railed on a minute ago.