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——LAURA——-
I don’t think he thought I was serious at first.
Somehow, despite all my poking and prodding for more fuel, he seemed to think it was just some fantasy I had cooked up. Which, I mean, it was. But it was more than just something bouncing around in my head that also happened to get me soaking wet.
After I got his first load out, thinking about Tess, we fucked all day. It was like our first week together all over again. I could tell he was hesitant to engage with the idea. Like he thought I had ulterior motives or something. Which is fair. If your girlfriend wasn’t horny for months and suddenly she’s a mindless cock-slave who wants nothing more than for you to tell her how much hotter her best friend is, I think it’s reasonable to be a bit skeptical.
I didn’t completely understand it myself. Just hours earlier it was a simple joke between friends. Now it was a full-blown sexual awakening. Tess and I were so different in so many ways, and at first that made it feel safe. He loved ME, he wanted to fuck ME, with Tess it would just be a mechanical way to satisfy his physical needs.
But why did it excite me so much to hear him tell me how much hotter she was? How much he wanted to grip her curves and suckle her big tits? To watch the ripples travel up her ass – the kind of ass I don’t have – as he thrusts inside of her?
The thing that initially brought me comfort instead brought a mix of fear, jealousy, shame and AROUSAL to the highest degree. The reality was, despite how hesitant he was to admit it, he desperately wanted to fuck Tessa. He always has.
I foolishly thought that since he was with me, that he only found me sexually attractive. But what man in their right mind wouldn’t look at Tess with lust in their eyes? Her dark hair, pale skin, and curvy figure. Sure, she was ever so slightly on the chubby side, but by every possible evolutionary metric she was more womanly than I was. For someone as characteristically manly as Justin, I imagine his primal lizard brain was screaming ‘AWOOGA’ every time he saw her.
Over the following hours of non-stop sex, I was able to pull more and more information out of him. We avoided talking about the reality of the situation, at first. And he was extremely careful not to say things he thought would hurt my feelings. But every time I got him close to cumming, his guard would drop enough for me to draw out all the things he wanted to do to her. He’d tell me how much sexier she was than me, how much he’s always wanted to see her naked, how he’s masturbated to her countless times.
Then he’d cum, and he’d get all bashful about it again.
It was frustrating, but understandable. I could imagine the delicate balance he was striking between being honest about his feelings that were clearly getting me off and trying to protect my ego. At the time, I didn’t understand how to tell him that the jealousy and shame was directly proportional to how fucking turned on I was.
Eventually, I was spent. I had multiple loads in me and on me, and we had spent the past few hours going to town on each other. Justin, of course, was ready for more.
He trailed his fingers over my nipple as I laid cuddled up next to him in our bed, sending shivers throughout my freshly used body.
“God, I could fuck you forever baby. I’ve missed this.” He whispered softly in my ear as he gave my nipple a light pinch.
“Nice try, but I am SPENT baby. You’ve fucked me into exhaustion.” I laughed, feeling my next words stir in my stomach, knowing they needed to be released, “You know who’d be up for another round though?”
“Okay, what HAPPENED at brunch? You meet up with Tessa for the first time in awhile and come back hornier than I’ve ever seen you and stuck on this idea of…” He trailed off, unable to say the words I wanted to hear.
“You fucking my best friend? I don’t know really. It was a joke, when she told me she hadn’t had sex in a long time I said ‘hey two birds one stone’. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” I sighed, letting my brain momentarily drift to thoughts of them together before snapping back to reality and poking him in the chest, “Don’t pretend like it didn’t activate something in you too!”
He let out a nervous chuckle, unable to wiggle out of it now that he had spent hours playing into this fantasy with me.
“Well yeah, I just don’t want to like, make you feel weird or anything.” He stumbled over his words, “You know I think you’re beautiful and I love how turned on this made you but I don’t -“
“Shhhhh” I cut him off, “We can both be cute. Plus, I kind of like the way you compare us. I don’t really understand it. It’s like it hurts in a good way?”
The words hung between us for a moment, and it felt like I was starting to get a better grasp on this…thing. I don’t understand WHY I like it, but I was starting to understand what specifically turned me on.
“Can we do it?” I asked, in a smaller and more vulnerable voice than I had intended.
“Hell yeah!” He said, excitedly turning over and placing himself on top of me.
“No”, I brought my hand to his cheek as Ankara escort bayan we locked eyes, “With her. Can we try it?”
I saw the excitement of another round leave his eyes to be replaced with what I can only assume was worry.
“Please? I can’t stop thinking about it. Just once?” I begged in the sweet voice I knew made him weak.
A soft smile began to touch his lips and he let his head fall to my chest, I found myself wishing I had some built in pillows to offer him.
“Don’t use your ‘Good girl’ voice on me, that’s cheating.” He mumbled, kissing my chest softly.
It was and I knew it, asking him for favors in my sweetest voice always had a positive impact. But he knew how much I liked it when he called me his ‘Good girl’ too, so I figured we were even. I gently stroked his hair as he lay on me.
“Who’s to say if Tess would even be up for it.” He sighed absentmindedly and I felt my heart almost jump out of my chest.
“She wants to! I already asked. She thinks you’re hot and she wants it.” I blurted out, I’m sure the fuckin’ neighbors could hear my heartbeat quicken.
“Really!?” Justin shouted, no attempt to hide his excitement, “I mean, are you sure?”
“Yes! Definitely!” I responded, mirroring his tone, “Hand me my phone, I’ll text her!”
He sat up and reached over to the nightstand where my phone sat but stopped short of grabbing it.
“Wait. Fuck, I don’t know babe. I really really don’t want to damage your relationship with her or make anything weird between us. Are you 100% sure this is something you want? Shouldn’t we think about this?” He said, all the excited urgency leaving his voice replaced by a deeply frustrating reasonableness.
Something about his shift in tone really struck me. Maybe I was being a littttllleeeee crazy and overly enthusiastic. I certainly have a way of getting swept away by emotion on occasion. For the first time since brunch, I took my foot off the gas and tried to let some reason into the picture.
I won’t bore you with the minutia, but Justin and I had a very adult conversation about this whole thing. I expressed to him what turned me on so much about it (as far as I understood it). That there was something hot about MY man fucking another woman, dominating her, and enjoying a body so much unlike mine while he compares her to me.
He expressed to me how hot it was seeing me get so turned on for him. He said that was enough for him, but he did admit that everything he said about Tessa was true. He found her attractive. Very attractive. That hurt in the unique way I was learning to enjoy. Like scratching a scab. Painful, but I wanted him to scratch it again and again.
We agreed to take it slow, and set some rules. One rule would be that we could both decide to pull out at any time and we would have to honor the other’s wish to end it. Another was that this didn’t give me permission to go have sex with other men. There was a large part of him that worried that’s what this was all about, the silly man. He really worried I was trying to set him up so I could sleep with other men.
I know it sounds strange, given the types of things I’ve fantasized about, but there were some things that I didn’t know if I could handle. Kissing was one of them. I know it doesn’t make sense, considering I’m getting wet thinking about him pounding her doggy or fucking her mouth. But it seemed too… personal? In the same vein I requested no pet-names and no cuddling. That kind of thing could build an emotional bond, and that worried me. I knew this was playing with fire.
Thinking about all of those placed a cold weight on my heart that highlighted my jealous fear. God it fucking turned me on. Of course it did. But could I mentally handle it? I didn’t know.
We left it at that for the time being. We both had the ability to add more rules in the future should something come up. But we didn’t want to conceptualize the sexy out of the situation by coming up with too many rules to keep track of.
Once we felt good with where we stood, and how to proceed, we wrote a text to Tessa.
“Hey Tess! I talked to Justin about that thing I mentioned at brunch. If you’re still up for it, we are too. Let me know when you’re free to come over and we can hang out and talk about it if you’d like! Love you, girl!”
We hit send together, and pushed down the first domino in the total reconstruction of our lives.
——TESSA——
Well goddamn that was one hell of a day, Tess.
When I woke up this morning I thought maybe we’d get a little tipsy and talk about this season of RuPaul. I definitely didn’t expect Lor to offer her boyfriend to me on a silver platter, or to spend the rest of the day thinking about what he was packing or how good he would be in bed.
I tried not to think about my friends significant others, as a rule. It seemed like common courtesy. But with her basically giving me permission to fantasize, I took advantage of it.
Justin was, by all definitions, gorgeous.
Now, Laura always had a way of punching above her weight-class so to speak. Escort Bayan Ankara She was pretty, if not particularly ‘sexy’ by most people’s definitions. But she was sweet, and funny, and smart enough to elevate her otherwise milquetoast physical appearance. No offense to her, of course.
But Justin was a new high for her. Tall, strong, and traditionally handsome. He had a quiet and understated confidence that was so rare for a man who looked like THAT. Hell, there are men who look like literal toes with more arrogant and undeserved bravado. I’d only met him a couple of times, but he was always very friendly and respectful.
But I wasn’t thinking about him being respectful.
Laura said he was pent up, horny as fuck, constantly denied by her lack of libido. He was man who NEEDED to FUCK. And goddamn it I needed it too. It had been too fucking long, and I was desperate to be ravaged. Maul my tits, pull my hair, choke me, pin me down and fucking TAKE me.
There was something super hot about the idea. Oh you’re not able to make your boyfriend cum enough? Let a pro step in. Watch and learn Laura. I’ll make your precious, sexy, boyfriend moan.
I found myself rubbing my pounding pussy over my skirt, thinking about his large frame pressing down on me as I pulled into my apartment.
Jesus Tess, chill out. Lor was probably just venting about the issues in her relationship, in an admittedly super strange way, but that’s all it was. There’s a 0% chance she actually wants you to fuck her boyfriend. That’s crazy talk. Still, I couldn’t help but get insanely worked up over the idea.
As I walked to my apartment, I swiped through the apps on my phone, located Tinder, and opened it. Christ, Laura, you’re gonna make me debase myself on the apps over this shit.
Between work, friends, and my own general laziness, I hadn’t made a real effort to search for dick. I was maybe 5 swipes in before I remembered why. There’s 3 kinds of guys on dating apps. Basement dwelling losers with pictures of their cats and computers. Married men who don’t have any pictures that show their face. And wannabe “Alphas” on a boat holding up the catch-of-the-day as if foreshadowing their own flopping fish approach to sex.
Maybe my standards were too high. But if I was gonna gag on a strangers cock, I’d at least want them to be able to make me cum as hard as I can with my buzzing buddy.
I tossed my phone down as I flopped on my couch in a squirming fit of horny frustration. What the fuuuuuuck Laura!? Why did you have to infect my mind with the possibility of getting some guilt-free, good, clean, dick? I want your boyfriend to take out all his pent-up sexual energy on me. Is that so much to ask? Just step aside and let me milk him!
I reached for my phone again, resigned to the fact that I wouldn’t be finding some dick today, I went for the tried and true Hub to scratch this itch.
I tapped on the search bar and typed in what was on my mind.
‘fuck friends boyfriend’
Boy, was I surprised to see how popular this was.
Both amateur and professional videos populated the screen, women sitting in a corner rubbing themselves in a lusty haze while busty and thick women create an in person porno for the girlfriends.
What followed was an hours long goon-session of educational debauchery. Laura DID seem more excited about this idea than her words let on. Was she secretly one of these ‘cuckqueans’? Privately pining after the idea of her boyfriend fucking a more physically attractive woman in front of her? In her heart, desperately desiring another woman to put her in her place? Or was I just reading into this what I was secretly hoping for?
A handful of orgasms and a couple hours later, I wound down my crash course in cuckquean coitus.
How quickly just a few words from my best friend sent me into a full-on sexual doom-spiral. I couldn’t let this idea take up the kind of real-estate in my brain that it had in the past few hours. My horny bitch tendencies shouldn’t affect my actual real life relationships.
I bundled up in bed, and put on Netflix as I began to wind down for the night.
Then I got the text.
“Hey Tess! I talked to Justin about that thing I mentioned at brunch. If you’re still up for it, we are too. Let me know when you’re free to come over and we can hang out and talk about it if you’d like! Love you, girl!”
With every word my heart raced faster. My eyes hungrily devoured the text, line by line, savoring her message in disbelief. I read it twice. Three times. Four. Was I reading this right? Or was I just hallucinating an alternate reality that aligned with my fantasy?
My hands were shaking as I typed back.
“YES! This weekend?”
Maybe a little too enthusiastic there Tess. But goddamn I couldn’t contain it. This seemed too good to be true.
“Yes! Sounds good! We’re so excited!” Laura replied.
I took a moment to revel in what had just happened.
I’m going to fuck Laura’s boyfriend. In just a few days, I’ll be bent over getting my back blown out by some real fucking COCK. FINALLY. Bayan Escort Ankara Laura’s own motivations were the last thing on my mind. Maybe that makes me a bad friend. But I genuinely couldn’t care less. Laura was giving me permission to meet a need that I desperately needed to be met. Even if it never happened again, I was going to take FULL advantage of the situation.
Over the next few days approaching the weekend, Laura and I chatted a bit about the situation. She said we didn’t need to actually do anything when I come over, though they’re both definitely open to something happening. She said we could take it slow, if I wanted. I didn’t, and I planned to make that as obvious as possible.
We chatted about the stupid little rules they set up, which are fine – I guess. I can still get some dick without kissing him, or having him call me names, or cuddling, or whatever. I did notice she didn’t bring up anything about condoms, and I certainly wasn’t going to throw that into the mix.
The night before, I spent hours picking out the right outfit. If Justin wanted to fuck me, it was due to the differences between me and Laura. He has the basic, skinny, flat-chested, princess at home. He wants to sample the curvy, goth chick with big tits. I planned to highlight these differences.
So step one – no underwear. Give the man easy access. In lieu of a bra, I chose a black, stretchy, tube top, with low cleavage that allowed my boobs to jiggle. Transparent enough to see some hint of what lies beneath, but not enough to give away the whole package. I paired this with a short skirt that you could jusssssttt make out the lower curve of my ass above my thighs, thighs criss-crossed by a pair of fishnets.
I did my make-up to the fucking nines, let my hair hang naturally past my shoulders and made sure to brush it to the sides to showcase the ample cleavage I was displaying for Justin. I looked like a fucking whore. Perfect. I was feeling like one.
There were giant butterflies flapping heavily in my stomach, and my pussy was POUNDING in anticipation as I texted Laura.
“Omw, be there soon!”
——LAURA——
My nerves were through the fucking roof. I had been shaking all morning, and oscilating back and forth between all-consuming lustful MADNESS and jealous and embarrassed shame. Both feelings provided a sense of deep satisfaction. Tessa had texted me saying she was on the way already, she would be here any minute. I removed the liquor from the freezer and placed it on the table with some of the board/card games I had gotten out as a way to break the ice.
I didn’t know how this was going to go. I mean, it’s not like there’s a playbook for watching the man you love fuck your best-friend. I was dealing with the nervous butterflies by trying to be prepared for whatever would come.
I had just finished setting the table up, when we heard a knock at the door.
“That’s her!” I blurted out, uncontrollably, and snapping my head to look at Justin who was nervously sitting on the couch and playing with his phone, “You should let her in babe.”
He stood up from the couch, and walked towards me instead of the door.
“Whatever happens. I love you baby. And remember this can all stop whenever you want, okay?” He held my hand reassuringly.
Justin was incredibly sweet. But I knew he would be disappointed if I put the brakes on this. I knew I would be too.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK – louder this time.
“I know, now go let her in!” I said, the anticipation was going to make me fucking explode. I needed this to get started. It felt like that part at the beginning of a roller coaster when you’re agonizingly cranking up, up, up, before the first real drop.
Justin bent down and gave me what would be our only kiss of the day, before releasing my hands and walking to the door. I stood behind him, nervously fidgeting with my hair, as he turned the lock and opened the door.
“Oh! Hey you!” I heard Tessa’s chipper voice clearly, though I couldn’t see her past Justin’s large frame blocking the doorway.
“H-Hey. How are – Oh!” Justin began, before being interrupted by Tessa throwing herself at him. I saw her arms wrap around the back of his neck as she stood on her tip toes hugging him. Her eyes briefly caught mine over his shoulder, but they passed right over me. I was inconsequential. She gave him a small peck on the cheek before dropping back to the ground and Justin stepped backwards, allowing her inside.
Something slightly irked me about that kiss. I was pretty clear with the rules. It’s not like they kissed on the lips though, and I had certainly thought about Justin sucking her nipples or kissing her tits, or her sucking his cock. Maybe I was being overly sensitive about it. I didn’t have time to really ruminate on the thought though, because as Justin moved to the side, Tessa came into full view.
She looked like a fucking slut. Her huge tits barely contained in the strip of fabric she was calling a top. Two small points centered in the round mounds beneath the thin bit of fabric, signaling her arousal, jumped up and down as she jiggled her way into my home. I had seen Tessa all done up before, sure. But this was something else. I had only ever seen her dressed up to attract attention, like setting a trap for men to be enticed into. Today she was dressed to kill, a super-soldier with her weapons on full display, no need for subtlety.