This is my first time posting in this subreddit and I’m not entirely certain what the community here prefers in writing style and focus. I typically message people in other communities, DPP and APPP. I responded to a DPP thread where this person wanted to feel cheated on as a cuckqueen. I felt jumping right to it with humiliation and degradation would be common but going from start to end not so much. I however tend to feel while specific scenes may be hot that nothing captures my interest quite like backstory. I feel a backstory helps to set tone and permits something of a character arc, even if somewhat small or one-dimensional. I felt detailing inner turmoil or some kind of emotion and something of a proper motivation in the parties are essential. No matter the medium it helps characters come alive and fiction to feel more real or believable. This story was intentionally written in a manner where my character is informing his partner of what had happened in the manner of a narrator to a novel. It was also largely written while I had down time at work so significant chunks of it are not to my liking whether in how things were phrased, that they were rushed through or I just felt it a bit too cliche. I’m pretty certain that anyone will readily recognize those sections when they come across them. I felt I would post it anyway as something of a draft to see whether others share my views of it, if the style is acceptable or if a different style of story telling is preferred. I had gone over it with only a light editorial pen so consider it a rough draft even for what it is. I welcome all criticism, critique and anything else into consideration for any future posts. Without further ado…
You may have fantasized about it but you never for a moment thought it would actually happen. Perhaps though that was why you enjoyed the thought of it so much. You knew I loved you deeply, truly. I always wanted to spend time with you, always missing the sound of your voice and eager to hear about your day.
Your best friend had a horrible break-up. She found out her fiancé had cheated on her and when she confronted him, he smacked her. She came running to our door in the middle of the night looking for comfort so we let her in and you talked to her, spent time with her. She couldn’t stand going back to seeing him so we got her stuff and let her move in with us until she found a place. For the first few days she was an emotional wreck and we did whatever we could to distract her, even including her in our innocent activities. She went shopping with us, out to the movies with us and you even showed her our texts; anything to keep her occupied.
Sometimes the two of you would go out together for a walk on the beach or just doing whatever women do together. One day you had plans to hit the beach again, just walk the length of it, sun bathe and maybe go for a brief swim but couldn’t make it. You had to take care of something so asked me to go in your place. There’s been no sign of any tension between us so you didn’t see the harm but I was uncomfortable with it asking if there was anything else we could do together. Your friend had her heart set on lounging in the sun though and maybe it will do some good to give her her way. I relented and after you left got ready then drove your best friend and I out.
As we approached she’d talked about a new beach she had heard about and wanted to try. She gave me the directions as I drove and when I parked realized it was a nude beach. There was a clear hesitation in me but in a playfully up beat way she dismissed my concern even as she stripped and told me that it was fine; it’s all show. There’s no harm in it. I briefly thought about what to do, what I’d say to you when it inevitably got back that we hadn’t gone to the beach after all. After the texts your friend had seen it’s not like there are many secrets between us and she had in fact caught me showering and dressing at different times. What decided it though is the sight of her body, her perfect breasts, smooth skin and waxed pussy. I could see it all. I just sat there even as she leaned in close and began stripping me down. My eyes were fixed on her. Was she really looking to tempt me or is she just playing some sort of twisted game? Whatever the case the sight was seared into my mind in all its beauty.
We got out of the car and began walking. Word must not have gotten out yet as it was empty. I was so concerned looking out for people that I hadn’t realized her touching me taking my hand and holding me close. It had a very obvious reaction, one which she acknowledged by commenting that it looks as delicious as you described. That only made it worse as my mind began to wander to the sensation of her lips, her pussy, wrapped around it and she knew it. She looked at me in my eyes so our lust would build on each other’s and drive it further as she so innocently asked if she could touch it. Her fingers lightly touched it before she even finished the sentence as she explored it, wrapped around it and begin stroking me.
You see, your friend wasn’t just hurt by what her fiancé had done to her, she was angry. She had to prove to herself that she was desirable, more so than the one her fiancé had cheated with. To that end she wanted to be that other woman and she was going to do it to you by stealing me away.
I just stood there as I felt her hand wrapped around me. It was her that tilted her face up to kiss my lips and her that sent the tongue into my mouth. There was no going back. It was wrong but felt so good that I needed more. The kiss was amazing even making my heart skip a beat so there wasn’t a notion of complaint when, after the kiss, she knelt below me and wrapped her beautiful lips around me.
Your best friend was sucking me off right here on a public beach. What if someone came by and we got caught I thought only to be distracted by how she worked her tongue on me. She’d toy with me, even bringing her mouth to my balls as she built an orgasm in a way you never could. Then when she sensed I was near she simply sealed her lips around me and drew every last droplet out and let it run down her pretty throat.
She got what she wanted, proof that she was better than you, my girlfriend, but she wasn’t done yet. We went back to the car and got dressed as I panicked. It was a mistake, it can’t happen again. I love my girlfriend. I didn’t say a word to you when we saw you later and was hoping she wouldn’t either. The taste the smell of me was still on your best friend’s lips and mouth.
Days later when she and I were home alone she’d look to prove once more just how much better than you she is. You see she didn’t just want a one-time thing. She wants my mind wrapped around her pretty little finger to where she’s all I desire. You can have me in every way but she’s taking my cock.
In the days following the beach I was more clingy, more showing how I felt about you. The reality is it was all guilt. I felt guilty for what had happened. I tried to deny what it was, telling myself I hadn’t done anything; your friend did it all but I was only kidding myself. I cheated on you and there was no escaping it. It tormented me and no matter what I did I couldn’t shake the disgusting feeling it gave me. You were oblivious to it but your best friend could see it and she relished it.
She’d tease me at every opportunity from how she liked her lips to how she’d eat a banana or popsicle. She’d even touch me, my leg and face just as she did on the beach; soft yet suggestive. She always succeeded in getting a reaction from me but I would never bite. She knew I wanted it though, wanted her.
You went out to run some errands early one day and wouldn’t be back for hours. I had just jumped in the shower shortly after you left after drying off I went into our bedroom to get dressed. There she was waiting for me completely naked in the hall way just showing off her perfect body. I blushed a bit knowing what she wanted, knowing what I wanted and merely sought to excuse myself past her. She completely ignored it though as she ran her fingers along my muscles, tracing them. The sensual touch is enough to give any man pause but when she began to kiss them my chest grew heavy with each breath. I was losing control and tried to reason with her. Each word of protest however just caused her to deepen the kisses on my body. Pushing her hands away meant her mouth was on me. Holding her face away meant her hands were. Then if I managed to hold her hands and keep her face away, she just pressed that sweet seductive body against mine and all was lost.
Through it all I couldn’t help but picture her eyes below me looking up with those full lips wrapped around me. The sound of the sucking and moans, the feel of her licking and drawing the treat out of me. If she was so amazing at that what else she was good at, I thought. The feel of her on my body just now gave me a clue and my grip on her loosened. All it took was the first kiss on my neck and I was hers. My defenseless down completely I just accepted what my body desired, raised my arms and held her petite frame while she dropped my towel to the floor so she could feel me against her.
She led me to the living room where she sat me down then sat in my lap. We just made out like that for what felt like an hour. Our hands ran all over each other’s bodies, faces, chests… her ass. I wanted it, I wanted her. In the moment I didn’t think about whom she was, that she was your best friend. Not a thought crawled into my mind. All I could experience was the feeling of our embrace. My heart raced the entire time even though it was much later that she’d take hold of me and tease me, rub me against her soaking wet entrance.
Groans escaped from my lips as I hadn’t ever been toyed with in this way. Then with the sexiest look and little lip bite she put my head inside of her and slowly slid down me. God it was amazing, so wet, and so hot… despite it I could even feel her lips gripping me as she slowly rode me, bouncing up and down. It got too intense for us there and we couldn’t kiss anymore because of it so we just began breathing into each other’s mouths until I took her breasts into mine. She had the cutest nipples that just begged to be sucked.
We kept at it for so long that she was still riding me with you due back soon. It was with the clock running down and the car entering the driveway that she finally went for the finish. She rode me hard and fast as we looked each other in the eyes, drawing that lust filled need and came at the same time. She just got too hot, too tight for me and the feel of my throbbing inside of her was too much. Our orgasms fed each other’s as I poured my essence into your best friend.
We were a sweaty mess and it was when I heard the car door finally slam that I panicked, jumping off the couch and taking the towel back into the bathroom to shower again. Your best friend on the other hand simply went into her room and put some panties and clothes on over her freshly filled, well used pussy then went to greet you as though she didn’t just ride your man bareback or hours.
Your friend was absolutely glowing. She hadn’t orgasmed that hard in a long time and it felt absolutely amazing. That you were completely oblivious to what had just transpired only added to it. She greeted you as you came in and helped you with the things you got. As you put the things away she just stood in the kitchen chatting with you as though nothing had happened. She loved every bit of it, the proof of our betrayal right in front of you but hidden.
Her panties were soaked with a mixture of us as a line of my seed ran down her thigh from before she had managed to get them on. Everything else was held against her soaking the thin material they are made of. The mere thought of it all and how she was just standing there talking to you as though nothing has happened just excited her further though. She wanted more and knew that after this experience corrupting me, taking me from you would be so much easier. She knew it from the look in my eyes just how much better she was; that you had never fucked me like that. It wouldn’t take much to tempt me again and when that happens I won’t ever want you, won’t ever think of you again. Her pussy will be the only one that I desire.
She was right. I was a nervous wreck as I showered and desperately tried to wash the scent of her off of me. I was terrified you had found out and I might lose you but at the same time it was the most exhilarating experience of my life. The raw list and passion, how wrong it all was and the way she moved her body it just was an unforgettable experience. Why would her fiancé ever cheat on her with a body, with moves like that.
When I got out of the shower I rinsed with mouth wash then went to see you. I attempted to maintain my composure and was certain I had given away that something was off but you never said a word about it. We all went to do our thing. Later that night try and assuage my guilt I offered to make you dinner. Being the good person you are you asked your best friend if she wanted any. Seeing an opportunity she accepted.
I set the table and called you girls. With the two of you seated I brought the food out and started to clean up in the kitchen so the mess later was far less. You both had already begun to eat and were chatting about nothing in particular by the time I got to sit down. I got comfortable and filled my plate with a variety of things then got just a few bites into it when I felt a bare food rubbing on my leg. I tried to ignore it and as I did I felt it move up to my thighs. That was the moment I looked up to see a grin on your friend’s face. She was playing with me right under your nose and it gave her such a thrill. While maintaining eye contact with me she even took it a step further moving that foot to my crotch, rubbing and toying with me with her toes. As she ate she would periodically make suggestive gestures with how she ate, letting things drip down her chin, making a show of licking her lips and so on.
She continued to make conversation with you even as she did it knowing I couldn’t say a word. If I did then everything we had done would be outed and I would miss out on the best sex I’ve ever had. She knew I was tortured by this with the look on my face, my body language and how hard I had gotten. It was all because of her too, I was with you and your best friend yet it was your best friend that I wanted. I wasn’t the only one feeling a need either through all of this. She was still thinking about how I felt inside of her and she intended to feel it again.
After finishing my plate I was beginning to feel full. Not wanting to over eat I stopped and sat there as the conversation between you two moved along. I didn’t say a word about what your friend was doing to me. I just let it happen as any motion to stop it might draw your attention to it and I was afraid I might lose you if you found out about everything. After perhaps ten minutes I went to get up and clear the table of the dishes and wash them. You two helped just stepping away one at a time to clean up. When you and I were alone in the kitchen you mentioned how much better your friend was doing today. It seemed to be doing her well to stay with us so I suggested perhaps she should stay until she got on her own two feet. It might be a while but since she’s your best friend being certain she was okay was especially important.
When your friend returned you told her about our little discussion and she was so thankful giving you a big hug then me as well. It was all innocent so you took your turn to wash up leaving her and I alone even as she hugged me. Needless to say, your friend didn’t keep it innocent.
She kissed the side of my neck and slid her hand down to my groin. She whispered to me that I must love it, having two needy pussies under the same roof. No matter what I wanted my lust would be sated. I tried to tell her that whatever we had going had to stop. I deeply loved you even wanted to marry you in fact. What she and I were doing while it felt amazing physically and psychologically in the act, it was taking a heavy toll on me after. My conscience couldn’t handle it. What I didn’t tell her was that everything she did just loosened that grip of loyalty to you.
She sought to comfort and unnerve me at the same time telling me she wasn’t after my heart. She wanted my cock. She was going to be the one woman I think about and want to be with. The one I think about when I’m with you. By the time she was through with me sex would be underwhelming, unsatisfying when with anyone but her. She wanted my loyalty and my dignity most of all. It all sounded so deliciously evil that as she continued to kiss me my breathing got heavier. Hearing you leaving the bathroom though she thanked me for a delicious dinner and told me about how she would take care of dessert in a sultry voice and grabbed my cock firmly to drive the point home.
After releasing me she brought some dishes over to help me clean up so all seemed innocent when you returned. It took hardly any time at all to clean up and when finished we all went to the living room and put a movie on. You and I cuddled on the couch and got into it, enjoying the story and characters. Some movement over by the chair your friend was sitting in caught my attention.
You couldn’t see it from your angle but I could. She had sat to give me a view between her thighs. She was still wearing her shorts and panties of course but she wanted me to remember the look, the feel of he and it worked. It was when she seductively licked and sucked her fingers before sending them down under her panties that got my full attention. I could see her fingers moving under the thin material and the lustful eyes as she never broke contact with mine just called to me. She kept playing with herself as I sat there as a captive audience.
I was no longer concerned with the movie on the television but only with what the show that vixen was offering. It was so wrong, so evil that she would toy with me like this all while you were home and in the very same room yet it was also so damned hot. I have to be honest; it just made me want her more. She was breaking down my defenses to the point that I just didn’t care that I loved you and wanted to marry you. I needed her. I had to touch her and feel that body against me. When she brought her glistening fingers up to her mouth and sucked on them it was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I could only imagine what she had tasted like and wondered if her beauty was matched by it. I didn’t know but I desperately wanted to find out.
All of this went on as the movie continued and I wasn’t able to hide it from you as you could feel me poking your tush. You smiled thinking of how sweet it was that I made dinner for you so spontaneously. Cuddling like this after that while feeling me against you was getting you in the mood. You can feel the hint of arousal, of desire, below. Your hand began to move to hold mine then back to caress my face. At the first sign of the movements your best friend and I went to watching the movie so we wouldn’t be caught when you turned your face to kiss my lips sweetly with a touch of sensuality.
The kiss grew deeper and you brought my hand to your breast to grab and squeeze, to play with it as we made out. You had completely forgotten your friend was here but she didn’t. She had every intention of stopping what was happening and did so only by letting out a soft giggle. It was enough to catch your attention and take you out of it as you had a witness. Embarrassed by the display you had slipped out of the mood and your friend was only aroused, thrilled, by the knowledge that my cock would remain hers. She had just cock blocked you with your own boyfriend all because she wanted to fuck him again.
You lay there in my arms blushing at having been caught. It was the first time you and I had kissed since I cheated on you with your best friend. While filled with passion it didn’t really do anything for me. It’s not that you’re a bad kisser – you’re not – you’re just nowhere near as good, as attentive or filthy as she is. There’s also something to be said for the taboo factor of doing it behind your back and in moments with high risk of being caught while we break your trust, betraying you. In fact while you and I had kissed I just thought about her watching us, touching her pussy just moments ago. I thought about how it felt to touch her body and feel her lips pressed against mine. I tried to fight those thoughts, deny them and get into it with you. You’re the one I love not her after all but I just couldn’t. The truth is, you’re no replacement for her.
After you turned away from me and went back to watching the movie I looked over at your friend and she saw right through me with the need and frustration clearly visible. She knew exactly what she had done and how lost I was at this moment, torn between my love for you and pure unbridled lust for her. She took pride in this knowledge. It’s the type of sexual need and desire, lust, which could only be brought out by a real woman and it suited her vindictive nature very well. The only thing left was to bring me to the edge and hear me admit it to her and myself then there would be no turning back, I would be completely hers.
When the movie had ended you turned to me and gave me a peck on the lips telling me you were going to bed, making it clear from how you said it that it was to sleep and nothing more. You were clearly still embarrassed and didn’t want your friend to think less of you for out making love that night after being caught. As you walked away I then went to turn my head to look at your best friend on the chair while becoming engorged in my shorts. The look was one of pure adulterous evil. I could go to bed and avoid her or I could stay up knowing exactly what would take place. You went into the restroom then off to our bedroom, knowing you wouldn’t return I told your friend that it had to stop. I love you and nothing will ever replace you, I don’t want to do it anymore. It would break your heart if you ever found out and I can’t stand the thought of losing you. All of my protests were despite my subconscious pulling me in the direction of acting and taking what I truly want – her body. She just sat there with a smirk on her face as she eyed me saying nothing. After I was finished making my case I got up to get some water in the kitchen. I returned to quite the sight.
As I walked back into the living room I saw she wasn’t in the chair. I saw clothes on the floor off to the side and her lying outstretched on the couch. I said nothing; having been left speechless by that exquisite body as she lightly traced her fingers along the contours and traced them around the most mouthwatering parts. I tried in vain to protest by all she did is continue to show her body off. My eyes followed her fingers as they twirled around her nipples and then down between her thighs. Her body was calling to me with how sexy she looked. It was as though she knew exactly what to do not just to get my attention but to have me throw caution into the wind.
She didn’t just tease and tempt with actions but also with words telling me how her body just ached to feel me pressed up against her and that she knew I felt the same. She felt it during dinner, saw it during the movie, could see it now that she was what I wanted. Her pussy was glistening wet as she asked rhetorically if I wanted to give her another ride and feel her work my hard throbbing cock. She continued telling me that unlike you she had very few inhibitions and could satisfy just about any desire; all I had to do was ask. I do that and any of her holes were mine to be used… filled. She even rolled over to show me her ass and drive the point home as her fingers rubbed it and played with it.
All that escaped my mouth was “please” which she giggled at and made me repeat louder and tell her please what. Hypnotized by her body it sounded almost like begging when I asked her to please let me fuck her. She wouldn’t let me yet though simply asking back if I prefer to fuck her and not you. “God yes” is all that slipped out of my mouth and without a thought. Waving her finger for me to come over I did so. She stripped me even as my hands roamed her once more, feeling that silky smooth skin. As soon as my clothes were removed I grabbed her and lifted her into my arms then laid her down on the couch beneath me. We’d kiss with an intensity you never showed. Her hands moved all about my body from holding my face to feeling my muscles, even my ass.
I wanted every bit of her and kissed from her lips down her neck. I devoured it, kissing it then licking up it and kissing it again. Even my tongue was in kisses and I couldn’t help from sucking it at times. She was certain to develop a few large and noticeable hickeys. I then kissed down her neck and lightly along her collarbones making my way to her breasts. Her nipples and areolas were perfectly shaped and complemented her breasts well. Feeling them pressed against me earlier in the kitchen when she teased me and then seeing them as she toyed with me just moments ago I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around them, licking and sucking them. I would take them into my mouth, tug them with my lips then twirl my tongue around them and nibble them before sucking on them again. Everything about her was delicious. There was just something intoxicating about her.
When finished with both breasts I licked the underside of both and kissed down between them before licking up that same path and back down. I made my way below her belly buttons down just above her mound, just outside of reach. This filthy slut has been doing nothing but toying with me so it was time to have my turn. I kissed around her mound, just outside of its reach so the sensations felt close and yet so far then made my way down her thigh, tasting her indirectly for the very first time. I moved her calf and her foot. I sucked on her toes then worked my way up the other leg in the same fashion until I got just outside of her pussy.
I kissed it lightly at first but each successive kiss was just a touch firmer than the last until my face was buried in your best friend. I was eating your best friend’s pussy. It tasted every bit as good as it felt. I took my time eating her out, at first keeping away from her clit, even toying with her by probing her entrance with my tongue. I’d bring her to her second orgasm with me and her first by mouth. After slipping two of my piano-length fingers into her I hooked the tips of them and working them in and out of her I sucked and batted her clit with my tongue. Her whole body convulsed as the waves of orgasm I should be giving you at this very moment went to her. If your friend had any doubts about picking us for acting out her vengeance upon they were now subdued as she saw everything of what she had been missing out on. So far as she was concerned this was now an upgrade to her ex-fiancé and it was far more fun being the other woman, even if she was going to shatter her best friend’s world.
I synced my motions with her orgasm’s waves, slowing them as she was coming down from her climax then withdraw my fingers carefully and brought them up to her face for us both to suck clean together before making out together. With what I had just done to her she had me committed. I was no longer a passive participant capable of any denial for any part in this. It’s not like back at the beach when she got on her knees and sucked me dry nor was it like early on the couch with how she rode me to orgasm. I did this – I ate my girlfriend’s best friend out and I fucking loved it.
We waited for her sensitivity to decline before she guided my head inside of her. I dropped my body on top of hers so we could feel the intimate heat irradiating while I thrust inside of her. She was soaking wet so it took no time at all to safely build up a pace it was almost animalistic with how aggressively I was and more closely resembled her being taken than two consensual parties. I held myself up with my arms lying across above her head.
She never saw this side of me before but saw it as confirmation of everything she both suspected and wanted. Wrapping her arms and legs around me while tightening on me she sought to bring out that final admission and asked with a knowing grin if her pussy is better than yours, if she is better than you. “God yes” is what I groan and she instructs me to say it out loud. I have to admit that in the heat of the moment I obliged and told her the very truth about how you can’t even compete, that it’s not even close. I told her that she was perfect and everything I needed. It was now that she sought to bring me to orgasm while keeping me as deep inside of her as she could while I shot ropes of cum into her.
As I collapse on her an exhausted mess from how she milked every last drop out she bet you and I never made love like that before. “Never,” I said kissing her lips while still inside of her, and then told her about how plain, how vanilla, how boring you are. Just like that, as I lay there with myself still inside of your best friend we made out and some spice entered our lives leaving them forever changed.
It was a while after I had finished inside of her that I withdrew from her amazing body. I knew exactly what I wanted now and kneeled over her making certain she’d lick and suck our mixed fluids off the powerful cock she had seduced. As she continue she’d kiss it and tell me that it was hers now then asked me in a sweet and innocent tone “isn’t that right baby?” She’d only continue what she was doing. She knew I’d agree regardless of it but wanted to send a message of how she adored and worshipped it.
She had never known the excitement of being the other woman, only the hurt of being cheated on. This was a whole new thrill to her and she was becoming quite the little slut, seducing your man then claiming him as hers. It’s not even that she minds sharing; she just likes knowing how much you love me and how your heart will break into millions of tiny pieces.
Even after she got my confirmation that my cock was hers, not yours, she continued to work her mouth on me. She’d kiss, lick and suck the entire length of me paying special attention to the underside of my shaft and under my head. Resting it on her face with her nose bury under my shaft she even worked on my balls. It was clear she wanted to draw more out of me and I was going to let her.
My fingers ran through her hair as I looked down at her, watched her do her magic. She’d swallow me and work me. I’d close my eyes and groan as I neared my limit only for her to pull her mouth off me and aim my cock right at her face. Her smooth skin was painted white with cum as she pumped my shaft so firmly that every last drop was squeezed out of me. I had never seen a more beautiful sight than that – the purity of purpose and desire as she had me claim her body both inside and out. With this she was showing me how varied her interests were; just what kind of a delicious fuck toy she would be.
That night your friend and I made love several more times. The lust and passion was reminiscent of a newlywed couple. I’d lift her off the couch, cum dripping from her face onto the cushion, staining it with the evidence of our betrayal, and then brought her into her bedroom. I spent most of the night inside of her, fucking my cum deeper into her. This time bathing her chest in my seed only to watch her eagerly smear it all over her body, then rub some of it where it truly belong, on… in her pussy. She’d even use it as lube and masturbate in front of me, orgasming as I watched. You’d never done any of that. I had no idea what I had been missing while with you.
Eventually I would make it back to our bedroom and lay down beside you to get some sleep. It was an exhausting night for your friend and I yet one we would never forget. Weeks would go by where I would show less and less interest in physical intimacy with you. Your friend was taking over our relationship. She and I were fucking like rabbits, at every opportunity and all right under your nose. Any errand you had to run, any time you went to shower she and I would take advantage. It might just be a hand job or oral by either of us but sometimes we also wanted a deeper experience. Though, oral could be just such an experience at times too. You always refused but your friend was eager to try out what I always wanted to do.
I had laid her on the edge of our bed, her head hanging just off of it when you were out one day. Then, after she licked my head and shaft lubing it up with her saliva I thrust into her throat and watched the bulge move with each motion. I could even see the throbbing if I stayed still. She was my fuck toy, a filthy home wrecking slut and we loved it. She’d even sometimes had worn your panties after we had sex just so they were coated in a mixture of her and my cum. That’s how little she cared for you. I just found it amusing and honestly, a bit hot so I sort of encouraged it.
There were a number of close calls where you nearly caught us. Sometimes we’d have to abruptly stop, red faced. Other times what we were doing or how we were positioned was suggestive. Yet when the two of you had a discussion about threesomes mentioned neither of you had ever had one, you agreed, even suggested the three of us. A big part of you was just hoping to use this as a way of finally getting some physical intimacy from me. Yet, there was also a small, but growing, part of you that wanted to see if it were true. Over time you had been having more trouble seeing yourself with me, even finding your sad little pussy getting wet at the thought of us together. You told yourself I’d never cheat on you. I’ve shown how much I loved you in so many different ways but that part of you hoped and dreamed. You’d even touched yourself to the thought of it hoping to get rid of it but that only made it worse with how wrong it was. So when you brought it to me and I accepted, approved of the three some you were both taken aback uncertain of what to expect yet wet with anticipation.
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