Subject: Steve Has Me Take Care of His Friends
Story Codes: MF MMF oral
Diary Date: March 26, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Steve and I have been engaged now for several months and yet he still acts
like a little boy with me at times. I can't say I really mind as it is nice
to have him show me off and brag about me. Even so, I hadn't expected him to
be THIS proud of me! Granted, I've taken part in my fair share of gangbangs
and group sex over the years so it wasn't like this was going to anything
overly dramatic for me. However, what I was expecting to be special about
this time was that it was that it would the first time I would have sex with
multiple partners where one of them was my fiance!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Changing Attitudes
Chapter 2 – Masturbating on a Friday Night
Chapter 3 – My Fiance’s Friends Arrive
Chapter 4 - Teaching Steve a Lesson... or Not?
Chapter 5 - So Now What?
Chapter 1 – Changing Attitudes
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While this wasn't one of those super-intense crazy events like some I've been
involved with, it WAS a significant milestone in my life which is why I
decided to take the time to write and post it as a diary entry. Sometimes I
think people got the wrong impression of me as they seem to think my diary
reflects my “normal” day-to-day life. In reality, it’s more like a Reader's
Digest summary of the highlights of my life, the times when something special
or unexpected happened. Thus at times I will write about situations that
weren't so good as those can also be the type things that make you who you
are as much as anything. My intent in choosing what is “dairy worthy” is for
people to better understand what has shaped me into who I am today.
Considering I’ve had sex probably thousands of times with hundreds of people
in the past twelve years, there is no way my diary reflects everything I’ve
done!
Now that the thing with Steve’s friends is done and over, it's sort of funny
to think that for years I agonized over what I would consent to do AFTER I
was married, at least in terms of my sexual conduct. Ironically, with all
the focus on being married it never crossed my mind to consider the
engagement period. Maybe it was because I just assumed that being engaged
was only a promise to marry, not a vow that meant I could not have sex with
anyone else. Since announcing my engagement it's been sort of amusing to me
how many people have asked me if I am still having sex with other men. Like,
why wouldn't I? Last I heard I hadn’t signed up for a convent!
For most of my life I looked up to my mother’s example and felt strongly that
sex outside of marriage was adultery and therefore something I would never do
(note to Kelly, NEVER say never). Yet even then I never once said that I
wouldn’t have sex with anyone else when I was engaged. Of course I try my
best to be courteous and respectful of Steve in that I usually tell him about
everything I do and I even try my best ask him ahead of time if it’s OK if I
do something (or should I say "someone"). To be perfectly honest, I'm not
sure how I’d react if he ever said no but then that's why I love Steve so
much - he never does. Still, if something should happen where an opportunity
to have some fun came around, I wouldn't turn it down just because Steve
wasn't answering his cell phone.
Maybe it's another warning to myself that I’ve been a little selfish in the
past in that even when I DID think about sex and marriage, it was almost
always about ME and what I would pr wouldn’t do. I guess that I just assumed
that my fiance would only want to fuck me and the women in my family.
Seriously, wouldn’t you think that with sexy women like my aunt and cousins
(and hopefully my mom) available that he wouldn’t need to look elsewhere
anyway? The idea that my fiance and husband would want to see me being
fucked by other men outside my family just never entered my mind.
Keeping with my policy of full disclosure, I did THINK about swinging and
such but that was more of a mental exercise than anything as I never intended
to actually get involved in that scene. Face it, until recently I was
adamant that I would NEVER swing at all after I got married. I guess it just
goes to show you how a person can change when it’s necessary. So long as you
are not changing your core values and principles then I don’t think there’s
anything wrong with adapting to new things.
So anyway, you could say it caught me a little off guard when after just a
few months into our engagement Steve came to me and out of the blue informed
me that I was going to let some of his friends fuck me. OK, so maybe that is
a little exaggerated but in my mind, that's how it came out. Like, he didn't
ASK me if I was interested in being a virtual sex toy for his friends. Heck,
he didn't even tell me how many or when. It was like he just expected me to
do it because he said so.
OK, so maybe as he’s been learning more about me (thanks to my aunt and
cousin it seems) he may be getting some of the same impressions that the guys
get from reading my web site and diary. Still, he also knows the REAL me so
you would think he would realize that all that is a bit overblown when it
comes to my actual daily routines. Even then, just because I've done some
crazy things in the past, especially when my cousin or friends would drag me
out with them, did that give him the right to just assume that I would be
ready and willing at the drop of a hat to spread my legs for total strangers
just because he said so?
In all fairness, I don't mean to sound totally negative and perhaps I'm
letting my initial feelings get the best of me right now. The truth is once
I had some time to think about I sort of liked the whole idea - even the way
he went about it. Like, what kind of girl does he think he’s marrying that
he can just walk up to her and inform her that she is going to let some
unknown number of his friends have their way with her? Well, the type of
girl I want to be for him I guess. Still, it said something that he felt so
confident in my sexuality and exhibitionism that he KNEW what my reaction
would be, even though he’d never discussed it directly with me before.
Besides, it had been a while since I'd been the center of attention for
several guys and for someone with a hint of a narcissistic attitude (which I
will freely confess to having just a little), that's much too long.
It seems like every day Steve gets to know me better than I ever realized
possible. Again, I have to wonder what he’s being told about me from my
family and friends now that we’re engaged. It's like everyone feels some
need to fill him in on every minute detail of my life! What I mean now is
that he seems to know just what buttons to push to turn me on.
For instance, coming straight to me and "informing" me of what I would be
doing rather than asking me may have been a bit of a shock at first, but the
longer I thought about it the more it turned me on. He made a point of not
telling me who they would be, not even if I knew them from another time we'd
gone out with his friends before our engagement. He wouldn't even tell me
how many he was planning to have fuck me. For a control freak like me,
holding back such vital details was driving me crazy. Yet at the same time
it allowed my imagination to run rampant and you can imagine where THAT led
to more than a few nights when I was alone in my bed!
Chapter 2 – Masturbating on a Friday Night
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The night finally arrived although I didn’t know it at first. Evidently
Steve had forewarned my cousin because she made up some lame excuse for a
late night house-showing with her mom that took her out of the house for the
evening. Actually it wasn't THAT lame as it wasn't all that unusual for the
two of them to meet with prospective buyers in the evening, even though such
"meetings" rarely took place at the home she was showing. Still, doing so on
a Friday night was a little unusual but in today's real estate market I
wasn't overly suspicious of much of anything. You do what you have to do to
sell a house.
So here I was, all alone on a Friday night. Unfortunately that’s something
that isn’t all that uncommon for me these days given the insane schedule
Steve works as a paramedic on the night shift. I knew I'd be seeing him the
next morning and as such was getting myself good and horny thinking about how
he would make it up to me for leaving me home all alone on a Friday night.
If Steve has learned anything about me it’s that I can never stay mad at him
once he starts fucking me! I suppose it works both ways but I have to say I
like it better being on the other end of the forgiveness.
Being I was home alone and nobody was coming over, I parked myself on the
living room couch, turned off all the lights but a small lamp on the other
side of the room, and laid back for what should have been to be a long and
fruitful evening of masturbation. I was wearing just my long white Steeler
jersey which I pulled up over my stomach, keeping my boobs covered and warm
but allowing me free access to where my attention was most needed. It had
been chilly all day so I was also wearing a pair of white socks to keep my
feet warm. They looked rather silly as I stared down past my waist and legs
but then it wasn’t like anyone would be seeing me so why not be warm and
comfortable?
At first I just laid there in the quiet. I debated turning on the TV but
then there wasn't anything on that I especially wanted to watch live. The
DVR would record whatever was worth watching later without all the
commercials. I was feeling really horny but couldn't quite get started.
Instead, I just laid there sort of squirming like one of those nights when
you need to go to sleep but just can't seem to get there. God, I SOOOOOO
wished Steve was with me right now.
I thought about his wonderful dick and how I loved to feel it growing in my
hand or mouth. There’s nothing quite like the feeling you get when a man’s
dick goes from being soft and limp to firm and hard, especially when I know
the reason it is transforming itself is ME. People can lie, women can fake
an orgasm, but a man can't fake an erection. If he’s getting stiff with me
then there is only one reason - he wants me because I am turning him on. It
doesn’t always matter whether or not he would actually ever do anything, it’s
the desire and lust in him that I love to see expressed in his dick. I can
just be on the beach and see some guy watching me, the bulge unmistakable in
his crotch, and get off from the intense feelings it causes in me. Some
girls act like they are offended when a man gets an erection in public
because of them but I see it as the ultimate compliment to my sexuality and
desirability.
I closed my eyes and stretched my hand out from the couch, imagining it was
reaching out for Steve’s dick as he stood there watching me. My fist closed
as I dreamed of cradling it against my palm, my fingers encircling its
warmth. Reaching up to my breast with my other hand, I pressed on my boob
through the jersey, placing my hand over it and just pushing it against me.
It was his hand on me... his hand exploring me as my fingers parted and let
my nipple pass between them. I squeezed my breast gently as my lover’s
imaginary hand fondled me. God it felt so good...
Bringing my other hand back in, I pulled up the jersey up under my butt and
then up to the swelling of my breasts, exposing my entire body from that
point downward. In the dim light I looked down past my bare torso to where
my legs were parted. Grabbing a throw pillow, I pushed it under my butt to
lift myself up, further exposing my pussy as my legs feel apart, letting my
secret lover get a wide open view of my horny crotch.
With both hands I reached under the jersey, pulling it up higher, up over my
breasts to my neck. The cool evening air felt chilly against my sensitive
breasts and nipples, further stimulating them. With one hand on each, I
pressed them together, dreaming of his dick in between them, stroking back
and forth with the head just grazing my lips as he pushed forward, his balls
rubbing along my boobs as he thrust into me. I could feel little goose bumps
raising on the smooth firm flesh of my breasts, my nipples tingling as my
fingertips grazed them ever so softly.
Damn I was so horny now! My legs clamped together as my pussy felt like it
was going to scream with desire. My hands dropped down and I reached under
myself, pushing up against my butt with one hand on each side. I loved to
touch my butt and even more, I loved it when someone else did. To walk in a
store with my boyfriend’s hand planted firmly on my ass was so erotic - and I
loved the looks we would get from the people around us ranging from firm
disapproval from the moms and wives to the lip-smacking approval of husbands
and boys.
A shiver ran through me as a finger touched my pussy from underneath. God,
it was like just the smallest touch was amplified a hundred times. I let my
finger just play along my pussy lips, running small circles around my pussy
hole, gathering wetness that I then spread up to my clit. My other hand
slipped out from under me and over top to rub my clit while my other hand
toyed just outside my pussy hole. A gasp escaped me as I pressed down on the
sensitive button. Oh I wanted it to be touched so badly!
Before long the rest of the world faded away and I was lost in my dreams of
me and my lover. As I rubbed myself with my right hand and pushed a single
finger in side of me, I left the fingers on my left lightly drift over my
bare stomach, then reaching up to fondle my boobs again. As I did so I
imagined it was HIM that was touching me, that it was HIS dick I was feeling
in me, that it was my lover that was bringing me the brink of the most
intense orgasm. I loved this moment when I would masturbate, my entire body
starting to tingle as I neared my climax, the world around me shrinking to
nothing as I focused completely on my pussy... my wonderful pussy that felt
SOOOOO good right now.
When it comes to masturbating, it seems most girls fall into one of two camps
- finger in or finger out. For me, I am a “finger in” girl all the way. I
really don’t understand why some girls feel it is somehow wrong or dirty to
put their own fingers inside of their pussy. While I am no fan of “fisting”,
anywhere from one to three fingers works for me depending on my mood.
Granted, if I am just playing with myself to keep busy or just something to
do to pass time like when driving a long way, then I tend to just rub myself
but when I really want to get off, I need something inside of me in addition
to just toying with my clit.
Which brings up another masturbation topic, actually one that applies to sex
in general. Does a girl have to stimulate her clit to cum? Well, if forced
to say one or the other I would say NO but then it certainly is a lot easier
and faster when your clit is involved. I mean, I have even cum from just
someone playing with my hair (the stuff on my head - not between my legs) but
that requires just the right circumstances and a lot of patience. I can
orgasm from just a guy fucking me but not all the time and certainly not as
regularly or as often as when me or him is paying attention to my clit as
well. I have friends who claim they can't cum UNLESS their clit is
stimulated, no matter if they are fucked or not.
So anyway, that’s when I seriously masturbate I tend to use two hands
whenever possible - one for my pussy hole and the other for my clit.
Sometimes I cheat and put my middle finger inside of me and then use the palm
of my hand to rub up against my clit as I stroke myself but it’s preferable,
at least to me, to just use two hands. Of course that doesn’t work when
you’re driving!
The time passed although I really didn't pay much attention to a clock. I
was no hurry as I had all night and if I was going to be all alone what
better way to spend it then to just take my time and masturbate all night?
Chapter 3 – My Fiance’s Friends Arrive
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Whether he’d been spying on me or just happened to pick the perfect moment by
pure dumb luck, it was just as I started to cum for the second time that the
front door swung opened and I felt a cold breeze against my bare legs and
bottom (at least my feet were warm) as my jersey had drifted back down over
my boobs as I played between my legs for the most part by this time.
Somewhere in what was left of my conscious mind I realized that I wasn’t
alone any more but I just ignored her. I say “her” as I assumed that it was
my cousin returning home early. Whatever the reason I didn’t care; she could
tell me later as I had far better things to concentrate on right about then.
I was SOOOOOO close to number two... just a little bit more...
My eyes stayed tightly shut as my orgasm peaked and I moaned uncontrollable,
bouncing my bare hips off the couch like I was trying to ram a lover’s hard
dick ever deeper into me. I imagined him climaxing with me, his hot cum
spewing uncontrollably inside of me like a geyser of sperm. Oh to feel his
cum filling me and then draining out of me as he thrust ever harder and
faster into me as he came!
That was when the "Wow!" came - and not from me or even Kristi for that
matter. My eyes popped open but I was still expecting to see my cousin
grinning down at me, maybe even doing herself as she watched me (which she
sometimes does).
Instead, when I opened my eyes it turned out that I had a regular audience of
"fans" - three of them all together. Steve was standing in the middle,
flanked by two guys I'd never seen before. All three of them were grinning
up a storm and already rubbing themselves unabashedly with their hands down
their pants. Well at least they weren’t shy! Which one had broken the
silence I wasn't sure but it didn't matter - the surprise was most definitely
on me.
So what does a girl do in a situation like this? Obviously I wasn't about to
try to cover myself up and act like some innocent virgin caught in the act by
her mother or strict father. At the same time, it wasn't like I was exactly
in a rational state of mind as the aftershocks of my orgasm kept rising up
even as I clamped my palm over my exposed pussy with one finger remaining
stuck up in me. You just don't have an orgasm as hard as the one I’d just
had and shrug it off in the space of a few seconds! Besides, even as sex-
crazed as I was it only took me a few seconds more to size up the situation
and realize what was going on - these were the guys Steve had been talking
about bringing home to fuck me!
I have to say one thing, what better way to introduce myself, especially
under the circumstances! They must have already figured I was a slut given
that I was willing to let them fuck me even though I was engaged, so why not
let them see just what kind of a slut I was? Soooooo, I just laid there
without moving or saying a word, my hand on my crotch, a finger still in me,
bare legs spread as wide apart as I could get them. The next move was up to
Steve.
Over the past week or so I had often masturbated about what I expected to
happen when this moment came around. Well, maybe not THIS exact moment but
something like it. Most of the time I fantasized that I would start out
fully dressed, maybe in a costume of some sort like my schoolgirl or naughty
nurse outfits. That would be followed by a hot lap dance, some slow
stripping, and gradually leading to some cock holding, sucking, and finally
to some fucking. It was all calculated and followed a sensible pattern. Not
once did I even begin to imagine that my introduction would be with me laying
on the couch all but naked with my finger pushed up into my sopping wet pussy
after they’d surreptitiously watched me bring myself to an orgasm! Like, who
would ever even think of such a thing, let alone have it actually happen.
Rather than following the typical gangbang script of a cheap porn movie, it
all went down rather quickly and without a lot of fanfare - or foreplay for
that matter. After all, it's not like I had to be aroused and they certainly
didn't need any further motivation from what I could see.
Like I said at the start, it wasn't even something I would have taken the
time to write out a diary entry had it just been me and a few guys at a
party. It only lasted about 30 minutes in all. Steve simply pointed at me
and said something to his unnamed friends like, "Now what did I tell you...
Is my fiance a fucking slut or what?" Then he threw his hands up and acted
like he was exasperated at their hesitance saying, "For crying out loud guys,
does she have to have a sign posted saying ‘fuck me’ or what? What the hell
are you guys waiting for?" Or something like that, LOL.
So Steve told them to fuck me and that's exactly what happened. There was no
strip show, no teasing or flirting, not even a lap dance. They only wanted
one thing - to fuck me and in my sexually-obsessed state of mind, that was
perfectly OK with me. At this point I wanted a dick in me - ANY dick for
that matter and now there were two of them ready and willing to do the job.
The only question was what was keeping them from doing it? It wasn't like I
was playing hard to get.
They quickly stripped and tossed their clothes on the floor. Then the first
one to get naked simply kneeled on the couch between my legs, reached down to
guide his dick into me and started fucking me as I laid there while the other
watched - along with Steve. I didn't even really have time to even think
about what was happening; it was like he was on top of me and then in me
before I could utter a word. His dark was already solid as a tree trunk so
he fit in me easily, especially given how soaking wet I was after having just
brought myself to another orgasm. No doubt I was creating a wet spot on the
couch cushion - again, and Kristi would once again gripe and complain about
me not putting down a towel but it wasn’t like I’d known ahead of time about
this.
My first thought were all about how incredible it felt to have a dick in me
right after having cumming twice without one. I love to masturbate but
there’s not a finger or a dildo in the world that can truly replace the real
thing. The guy just grunted as he drilled me, never talking to me even.
After the initial satisfaction of having my pussy filled, I was a little
disturbed as this was NOT what I’d been promised by Steve. He’d sworn that
he would be the first to fuck me - and the last. Still, what can a girl say
when a guy just moves in between her legs, pushes his dick he and starts
pumping without saying a word? Give me a break. It's not like I was going
to tell him to stop and let Steve get his dick in me first, sort of late for
THAT! LOL
I looked over at Steve where he was just standing there with his arms folded,
watching me but not making a move towards me. He had the biggest grin on his
face and when he saw me looking at him he gave me a thumbs up. His other
friend was standing next to him but he was naked and from the looks of his
erection, he was more than a little anxious to be the next one in my pussy.
I took it that not only was Steve not going to be first, he wasn't going to
fuck me at all but instead just stand there and watch as his fiance took on
two of his friends.
Guy #1 - he never did tell me his name and for that matter neither did the
other one, must have been really horny because he didn’t last in me very
long. He grunted even louder and started to cum inside me. Oh yeah, there
was REALLY gonna be a wet spot on the couch now! One thing that was sort of
funny. When the first guy was ready to cum he asked if he could cum inside
of me. What was funny about it was that he didn't ask ME, he asked STEVE.
To top it off, Steve didn't even look at me before he answered, "Of course...
do her good". Not sure what Freud would say about that...
Guy #2 practically pushed his friend off of me once he’d stopped spurting in
me. At first I thought he was just going to climb aboard like his friend and
take his sloppy seconds with me staying on my back. He was stopped b Steve
coming over closer and telling him to hold on a second and that I would clean
myself off for him. I turned my head to look at him, a bit puzzled at first.
Like was he expecting me to take a timeout or something to go to the bathroom
to clean myself off?
Then I caught on to his drift. Reaching down with my hand, I bore down and
squeezed my pussy as hard as I could to drive as much of the cum in me out
and onto my waiting hand. Taking the cum I’d collected, I reached up to my
mouth and licked it clean.
“Look at that! Now is my fiance a cum slut or what?” Steve bragged to his
friends. It was like he couldn’t say it enough times that I was engaged to
him, sort of like he was reminding them that they were only renting me but he
owned the property.
With most of the cum cleaned up after a couple more runs, the second guy
resumed fucking me but not until he had flipped me over and was doing me
doggie style. Steve moved over to the end of the couch and bent down so he
was looking straight at me.
“So Kelly, is he fucking you good”? he asked, a sly grin on his face.
I nodded and smiled back.
“God you look so hot right now,” he sighed, leaning to one side to get a
better view of me taking his friend’s cock in my pussy.
I was still a little upset with him for not keeping his promise so I figured
I might rub his nose in it a little.
“Oh god his dick feels soooooo good in me Steve,” I moaned like some cheap
whore, “I want him to fuck me harder and cum in me.”
With that I started to push back onto him when he would thrust into me,
driving his dick even deeper into me than he had on his own. Truth be told,
it DID feel pretty darn good in me!
Well THAT totally backfired. If anything, Steve’s eyes just stared all the
more at my ass where his friend’s dick was disappearing into my pussy in full
view of the other two guys.
“You hear that?” he asked the guy fucking me, grinning from ear to ear now,
“Fuck her harder! Shit, if you’re gonna fuck my fiance then fuck her the way
she wants it.”
Harder he did. I was almost pushed off my knees the next time he slammed
into me, remaining up only because he had his hands under me grabbing my
breasts. Meantime, the other guy was ready to go again and he stepped up to
the couch and put his dick up against my face. Steve was still right in
front of me so I looked at him first but he just kept grinning like an
escapee from the lunatic asylum so I turned and took the semi-erect dick in
my mouth.
“Now did I tell you that she’s the best cocksucker in the world or what?”
Steve asked him, his pride in me shining in his face.
The only response he got was more grunting. Actually I didn’t have any sort
of conversation with either of Steve’s friends the entire time we were having
sex short of them telling me what position they wanted me in next. I pretty
much had one of their dicks in me at all times which was nice. Neither of
them came in my mouth, just in my pussy, which was also nice under the
circumstances as it made it easier to cleanup afterwards and I didn't have
cum all over me. The girls out there know what I mean when I say guys
usually hit my mouth with their cum about as well as they hit the toilet when
they pee! Boys - take notes here. When a girl says it's OK to cum in her
mouth, she means her MOUTH, not all around it and especially not her hair.
After they both had fucked me twice, they got dressed and the three of them
left me laying there more or less as they found me. It was all over so
quickly! Again, when I’d imagined it earlier I always assumed it would go on
for at least a few hours, maybe even all day or overnight. Thirty minutes
was NOT even on my radar. In fact, I was still so horny after they were gone
that I just sort of picked up where I’d left off when they had arrived and
spent the rest of the evening doing myself.
It certainly wasn't the first time I've masturbated after being fucked,
something most guys just don’t seem to understand. I suppose it goes without
saying that there's a big difference between sex and masturbation, and the
two don't have to be mutually exclusive. I can be fucked all day and STILL
enjoy masturbating right afterwards. It's not like I only masturbate when I
haven't had sex.
Chapter 4 - Teaching Steve a Lesson... or Not?
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Steve returned in about an hour. I was still on the couch, just as he’d left
me. My cousin still hadn’t returned and I really wasn't expecting Steve to
come back any time soon so I’d just laid there masturbating the entire time.
I’d pretty much cleaned off all their cum from my crotch, licking my fingers
clean. I love cum but I love it even more when I can taste me with it!
“Hey babe, still horny?” he asked when he came back. Like duh, couldn’t he
see that for himself?
Steve lowered down to kiss me but when his hand started to wander I pushed it
away from my crotch.
“What?” he whined, “I don’t get it... I thought you wanted to do that?”
Before I let him continue I made him sit down and listen to me as I explained
to him how I felt about sex now that we were engaged. If he was going to be
my husband then he needed to respect me as his wife and that meant if he
wanted to SHARE me with other guys it was OK but I wasn’t going to have him
pimp me out like some prostitute.
Steve was still confused. “But I thought you LIKED being watched when you
have sex.”
Men!
It took a while but I think I finally got him to realize that it was one
thing to go to a party and have people watch me being fucked, or even to go
out in public and have strangers look at me. It was quite another to have my
husband, or least my fiance for the moment, to just parade me around like I
was a prize cow at the county fair.
It was all a matter of timing and very subjective so I could understand why
man would have a hard time understanding. He didn't seem to understand that
had he had the two of them come over and do me while he hid in the closet and
watched, unbeknownst to them, that THEN I would have loved it. But for him
to just walk in with some guys, point to me and tell them to fuck me just
removes any of the eroticism out of the adventure and makes it more like a
bad porn movie.
Just then my cousin made her appearance, stepping in the door in one of her
sluttier outfits.
“Hey Steve!” she greeted him, a smile immediately popping onto her face.
Then she looked at me a little funny. I guess my hair was likely a mess and
no doubt she quickly deduced from my appearance that I’d just had sex of some
sort.
“So how did things go?” she asked, stepping over after kicking off her heels.
God, how she even walked in them I couldn't imagine!
Just then an idea popped into my head. If Steve couldn’t (or wouldn’t)
understand a rational explanation, then maybe he might understand a
demonstration better.
“OK Steve, let’s see how you like it,” I said with a bit of sharpness to my
voice. I looked at Kristi and then back at Steve and said, “Fuck her Steve.”
Steve looked at me and then at Kristi and then back to me. Give Kristi
credit where credit is due - she didn’t so much as blink an eye.
“You mean fuck you both... right?” Steve said, looking quite pleased.
“Nooooooo, I said fuck HER,” I corrected him, “You don’t get to fuck me. I’m
just going to watch.
In looking back later I can't help but wonder where my mind had drifted away
to. Ws it too soon after all that sex to me making such decision? Whatever
the reason, it certainly didn't work out as I had planned.
“If you insist,” Steve finished, standing up to reach for Kristi. My cousin
just stood there, waiting for him to undress her. She looked over at me and
I could tell she was trying to figure me out but it didn't matter anymore at
this point.
Kristi lifted her short skirt to reveal her bare crotch without even a hint
of a thong let alone panties. As usual she was shaved and if she had sex
earlier there were no signs of it now, not that it would have stopped Steve.
Steve normally went more for my aunt than my cousin but he wasn't about to
turn down Kristi at a time like this. Then again, not many men do!
Any hopes I might have had that Steve would feel even a little bit of remorse
or whatever for fucking Kristi right in front of me after having refused to
fuck me when his friends were over were quickly dashed. Then again, I
couldn't really blame him. He may have been my fiance but he was still a man
and no man in his right mind would have turned down what I offered him.
In one last attempt to see if I could make him feel just a little bit guilty,
was they were fucking I got up and went to my own bedroom, leaving the two of
them alone in the living room for more fun. Again, in looking back I’m not
sure what I was thinking. Like I expected him to suddenly pull out of her
and come running after me?
After about ten minutes I was getting the message loud and clear so I figured
what the heck and went back to the living room where Steve was still fucking
Kristi. At first I thought he was doing her doggie style but then she leaned
forward a bit more so I could get a better view.
Damn, he was fucking her ass! It was enough for him to just do her and
ignore me, but then he has to go and take advantage of the situation for a
little anal sex. Before it as over he actually came in her ass but when he
looked at me I quickly turned away. No way was I gonna lick his cum off her
asshole!
Chapter 5 - So Now What?
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When all was said and done and I finally had Steve back to myself, we had a
long talk. Even though the point I was trying to make got lost when it
involved my cousin, he still seemed to understand what I was trying to say.
He DID agree not to repeat what had happened tonight with his friends. I
felt a little guilty as he looked a little dejected but then I reminded him
that it was perfectly OK - so long as HE got involved.
One of the reasons I’d always sworn that swapping was bad and that sex with
individuals even worse once you got married was based on the fear that just
what had happened recently would happen. Granted, it would be a LOT easier
just to swear off of extramarital sex but nobody seemed to be in favor of it
but me, especially Steve. So if your husband is going to want to do it, then
as his wife do I really have any right to object?
Well, if there was one thing that was plain to see, this was not going to be
just another issue we could discuss and then have sex afterwards to clear up
any issues. I guess I’ll just have to move forward and play it by ear to see
how things turn out.
THE END
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