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I believe Dolfan353 is original author,
but could not fine an original text.
this seems close enough.
My Girlfriend Strays, Tells (revised)
Over the course of my relationship with my girlfriend Ricki, a wide variety
of sexual discussions has taken place between us. I have asked her
countless times about her sexual experiences before meeting me. I have
probed into her mind to see whether she ever had sex with anyone she didn't
particularly care for in a romantic way. The answer has always been yes,
yes and yes again. From there I asked several times whether now, at age 36,
she would have recreational sex if she weren't in a relationship. The
answer to that was a little more uncertain, but usually "yes" or "probably"
when pressed. On a few rare occasions, in a very diplomatic way, I took the
next step and asked her if she could have sex with another man while I
watched to fulfill my fantasy. Answers to that ranged from flat out no to a
very subtle maybe.
Ricki is the kind of woman that is dynamite in bed and truly enjoys
physical pleasure. She seems almost male-like in that she doesn't need a
lot of foreplay. She just enjoys fucking and I can easily believe that she
could have sex with someone without any emotional attachment because she is
so responsive to the pure physical act. When it comes to sexual fantasy,
however, her imagination and range seem limited. Therefore, I am usually
the one who suggests some of the more kinky stuff...whether it's just
talking dirty, or doing it in a semi-public place or dressing her up in a
way that shows off her finest assets to unsuspecting strangers. Ricki is
just barely 5 feet tall, 105 pounds with light brown hair that falls to her
waist. She is exotic looking, part Asian and part Irish. She works as a
secretary at a legal firm in the city. In her spare time Ricki likes to
skate, hike with our dog and read provocative literature. She mainly stays
to herself and doesn't have a lot of friends or family, but is outgoing
when in a social setting. I think most people find her pretty friendly and
easy to talk to. She has at times participated in some daring feats of
exhibitionism; things like flashing her pussy to car salesmen while sitting
in the driver's seat of some showroom vehicle pretending to be interested
in a purchase; laying back in the passenger seat of our car in nothing but
white panties and a bra so that watchful truckers had a clear view of her;
and sitting on a bar stool in a tight mini-skirt with no undergarments.
As the years went by, and after observing all the looks she got from men, I
dreamed more often about seeing Ricki pleasured by another man. Not wanting
to risk our relationship or her health, I was always reluctant to push it
too far. You never know what can happen if certain fantasies come to
fruition. Still I wondered how could I make this happen and who could this
perfect man be? He'd have to be safe, clean and responsible. He couldn't be
a friend or a complete stranger for reasons you can probably guess. Then,
out of nowhere, emerged the potential right person.
Ricki began telling me,
just in passing once or twice, about this young, handsome attorney who is
always stopping by her desk to chat. He and his wife just had their first
baby. His name is Tom. I didn't think much of it the first time she told me
about him. Then his name came up again when Ricki and I were talking about
how hard it must be for a couple to remain a romantic couple after having
kids. I had been married and knew what it was like. Ricki, who was never
married, felt sorry for the guy a little, she said. She thought he asked
her to lunch recently because he just wanted some companionship. I knew
better. Ricki refused him thinking that I wouldn't like it and that she
didn't want to lead Tom on at all. A few weeks later, with Tom looking like
the best candidate ever to help fulfill my fantasy, I asked Ricki if he had
asked her to lunch again. She said he did, but again she turned him down.
Not wanting to jump too fast into persuading my girlfriend to seduce this
guy, I innocently said that perhaps she should have lunch with Tom, just to
lend an ear. Within a week, she had taken me up on my suggestion. That
following weekend, we discussed their lunch conversation. I could tell
Ricki was careful not go into too much detail. Basically, what I gathered
was that Tom was feeling distant from his wife who he still cared for, but
who was not satisfying his needs. How intimate the talk became was left to
my imagination. The following week, while in the middle of one of our
sexual discussions about the differences between men and women, Ricki asked
if it would please me if she went out with Tom again. I thought that was a
strange thing to say, but apparently she could tell that I was getting a
charge out of her being this guy's mental and emotional mistress. From
there the conversation got more playful and daring. Ricki surprised me by
suggesting that she dress a little more sexily next time. I up the stakes
by telling her to wear her most revealing business outfit she owns, a short
green dress that is essentially nothing more than a long sports jacket,
with black silk undergarments. By the end of the week, my girlfriend was
lunching again with Tom. And again, that next weekend, while sharing a
bottle of wine over dinner, I begged Ricki to tell me all the details of
her second outing. Tom was very comfortable talking to my girlfriend. Ricki
said she felt very sexy in his presence. Apparently, Tom flat out asked if
Ricki would have sex with him. Of course I jumped on that and asked what
she said. "What would you want me to say and how do you know I didn't?" she
asked with a grin. My blood began to boil. "I think I would want you to say
yes, especially if you're turned on by this guy," I said. "Well, I didn't,"
she said, "but I left the door open." "How so?" I asked. "When he put his
hand on my thigh under the table in a sort of friendly way, let's just say
I didn't do anything to stop him," said Ricki, twirling her hair. "You
spread'em?" I asked. "Just let them open a little," she said as her big,
brown eyes closed slightly. "Then we left. This guy really wants me you
know."
In the coming days we both went back and forth as to whether Ricki should
sleep with Tom and what it might do to us. Every time we tried to plan
something, it didn't seem spontaneous enough, especially if I were going to
be there to watch. Then we went through periods of fear and anxiety about
it. Finally we decided that if the opportunity presented itself sometime
soon, even with me not there, Ricki had my full permission to do whatever
felt good with this guy as long as she told me about it in detail. Weeks
had passed and I thought the chance of Ricki fucking Tom was lost. I
figured Tom might have been a little spooked off, not knowing how Ricki
would react to his blatant proposition. He had a pretty good job and a wife
and child at home which he didn't want to lose. Ricki was, however, still
hopeful and was dressisng very seductively.
Then one Friday night, Ricki came home over two hours late. I was sitting
on the sofa drinking a beer and watching an old movie. From the expression
on her face, I could tell something had happened. She wanted to change out
of her clothes immediately, but I insisted she first join me on the couch.
She was dressed in a very attactive short plaid skirt and white blouse with
a red vest over it. Even without that first word coming from her lips, I
suspected that something had gone on with Tom and became immediately
excited by that possibility. Her dark red lipstick was a little smeared and
hair ruffled. Through her opened vest I could tell she wasn't wearing a
bra, which wasn't all that conclusive since Ricki is small-breasted and
often doesn't need to wear one, especially when she wears something over
her blouse like a sweater or dress jacket. "I need a drink," she said. I
quickly got up and poured her a glass of wine. As I did so, I looked down
at her bag on the floor and noticed her white bra stuffed inside.
Eventually she told me what happened.
At noon that day, Tom called her to his office two flights up on the 25th
floor of their building. She doesn't work for him or even in the same
department, so she knew it had to be something personal. Tom apologized for
being a little distant lately. He said he didn't want to lose his wife by
falling for another woman, namely Ricki. My girlfriend said that she too
was in a stable relationship and only wanted to be a friend to him. He then
asked her how far friends can go to help each other. At that point Ricki
got out of her chair and sat down next to Tom on the couch. She said they
can go as far as he would like. Ricki said she sensed she had to make the
first move. Her heart was pounding as our many talks about what it would be
like for her to be with another man raced through her head. Within seconds
they embraced and kissed. Tom's hands moved quickly and anxiously across
her body, feeling her firm breasts through her clothes, then moving to her
stocking-covered thighs which he gripped tightly. He was hungry to make
love to a woman and Ricki was totally lost in the moment, she said. She too
ran her hands all over his muscular body, stopping just short of his
crotch. But their encounter was soon over as Tom had an appointment with a
client. They promised to meet back at his office at 5 o'clock, and from
there possibly go to a hotel across the street. For the rest of the day
Ricki said she wasn't sure if she could go through with it and tried
calling me. But with each passing doubt came a sense of excitement. She for
the first time was not only playing this game to fulfill my wish, but to
satisfy something in her also. Throughout the rest of the day, Tom would
call her on the inner-office phone and tease her with sexual comments. An
hour before she was to meet him, he called to asked her to remove her bra
and panties. She told him that she would do anything he likes for the rest
of the day, anything. With that, she headed to the ladies room and removed
her undergarments, played with herself a little, then went back to her
desk. "I felt like the dampness was seeping onto my chair," she told me. "I
wanted to get fucked so bad at that point," she said in a whisper as I
massaged her shoulder. By the time 5 o'clock came, neither Tom or Ricki
could last much longer. They began tearing at each other's clothes right
there in his office. I now was longing to see my girlfriend's pussy after
what I guessed was a great fucking, but wanted her to continue with the
story.
They went at it fast and furiously at first, she said. Before her clothes
were fully off, she removed his pants and had him lie down on the office
sofa where she began blowing him. Ricki gives great head. There's nothing
like seeing her huge lips wrapped around your cock. She slipped her tongue
underneath his balls and then began fucking his asshole with her tongue,
something that she has only done with me previously. She said she was so
visually turned on by his trim waistline and large cock that it ignited
something very strong in her. When she began sucking his cock again, Tom
nearly exploded. Not wanting to come too fast, he told her to stop for a
second, then he began massaging her as she lied down completely naked on
her stomach. Tom paid particular attention to her firm, compact butt. He
rubbed her cheeks deeply, occasionally separating them and running his
tongue along her crack. After several minutes of relaxing Ricki in this
manner, he lifted her rear by her waist so that he could easily mount and
penetrate her. Although he didn't manipulate her partially-shaven pussy
much during foreplay, she was swelled up with her own fluids so much that
when he put the head of his cock inside her, the rest of it just slid in
easily. Sometimes when Ricki is a little tense or anxious, she's a little
hard to enter being that she is a relatively small woman. But Tom had no
problem as he was a good size, according to my girlfriend. At first Tom
went slowly, but Ricki said she could tell he hadn't really been with a
woman in weeks, or even months. He was anxious to cum. And she was having
orgasms from the start and didn't mind how long he lasted. The first load
he shot into her was massive, said Ricki. She could feel globs of cum
streaming into her. "He just kept pumping and pumping it into me," she said
quietly as I began moving my hands to her thighs and breasts. "I never felt
a guy cum that much. Sure you want me to continue?" As the two lied naked
together on the couch, Tom became hard again within minutes as he asked
Ricki to lick him clean. She obliged him and as she was swallowing his
cock, she began to feel his fluid run from her pussy and down her inner
thigh. They ended up fucking again, this time right right on Tom's desk
with him on top and her on her back. Ricki said she could have fucked him
all night, and that she felt so needed and desired. She wanted to drain
every last drop from him. Before coming again, he went down on Ricki for 20
minutes, torturing her clit and and making her beg for more as he held her
legs upward. I asked how she felt beging spread eagle before another man.
"Vulnerable at first," she said. "It's always strange having a man see you
that way. Being naked is one thing ... like when he was massaging me on the
couch. But to open you legs is never that easy, even for a doctor. But then
I just relaxed and let him do me, and it felt great. He kept complimenting
me on how good my pussy tasted and I was glad Ihad shaven a couple days
ago. "Here, let me taste," I said. At first Ricki was hesitant, saying that
she wanted to clean up first. But that was precisely what I didn't want. I
wanted to see what she looked like down there after some guy's dick was up
her half the evening. She was in no position to fight me and surrendered
against the arm of the sofa and let her legs fall open. I lifted her skirt.
"Can you tell?" she asked. I looked down and saw her lips were a little raw
and there was substance matted to what little pubic hair she has. As I
spread her lips gently, I saw her gooey insides and it was clear this woman
had been fucked long and hard. She said Tom came inside her again with
another substantial amount and as I worked Ricki's pussy with my tongue, I
could taste his pungent fluid inside her. I made Ricki continue to talk
about her experience and forced her to tell me how good it was to fuck
another man, to feel another cock inside her, to open her pussy to a
near-stranger. She played along, calling out Tom's named as I banged her
like never before. "You're my little slut, aren't you?" I asked. "Go ahead
say it," I said. Then she replied almost out of breath: "Yes, I am a little
slut and like to be fucked by men." "Are you going to fuck him again?" I
asked while continuing to plunge in and out of Ricki. She hesistated; I
stopped. "Are you?" I asked again. "Yes, yes, I am going to fuck him
again," she said.
When their encounter was over, Ricki felt a little panicky and quickly
dressed, not even bothering to put her bra back on or brush her hair. Tom
also hurried from the office. On her way home, however, she began to calm
down and thought of how erotic it all was and how much she wanted to share
her experience with me. She wondered when would be the best time to tell
me. Then when she walked in, she saw me and panicked again.
Ricki didn't fuck Tom again. It was a one-time deal for both of them. They
both got what they needed from the experience. My only regret was not being
there to watch. Although, thanks to Ricki's vivid descriptions, and seeing
the aftermath so quickly, it was almost better than being there. Much was
left to my imagination. Our sex life has been energized by the experience.
And just the knowledge that Ricki let go enough to do this for me is
incredible. To know she has that capacity to do it again is intriguing as
is the thought of perhaps being able to watch at some point. It may never
happen again with anyone, but just thinking about it is exciting. In the
meantime, we enjoy our other more mild adventures into flirtation,
exhibitionism and fantasy and may share those experiences in the future.