Subject: Steve Has Me Take care of His Friends (MF, MMF, oral)
Diary Date: March 26, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
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 is
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 there 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
gong 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 in side 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 thumb�s 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 al 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 sighs 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 hot
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