He slept with my woman (01-10)

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(I)
This happened in college. One night, Jane and I were getting intimate in my dorm room. I had one hand inside her blouse and the other pulling up her skirt. As things got warmer, my roommate Ricky walked in. "Wow, sorry," he said, looking at us. "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch." I felt embarrassed because I knew he wouldn't sleep well in the dorm common area outside the room, so I pulled a blanket over Jane and me and told him to wait. I figured at least we could have a beer with him before kicking him out. I knew Jane was embarrassed and could sense her buttoning up her blouse and pulling down her skirt under the blanket. Beers were pouring down our faces. Actually, Jane and I had already drunk some before Ricky arrived, and we were feeling a little tipsy. Ricky rolled a marijuana cigarette, and fueled by the beer and tobacco, we were in a bad mood. I started kissing and caressing Jane again. The blanket was pushed off, and my hands were inside her blouse and skirt again. Fueled by lust, we both forgot about Ricky until I remembered and looked at him, hoping to see him asleep (or politely pretending to be asleep). But he wasn't; instead, he stared intently at me as I kissed and caressed my girlfriend. To my surprise, being stared at by Ricky excited me even more, so I didn't stop or tell him not to look. Instead, I unbuttoned Jane's blouse, letting him clearly see her lace bra. Just then, Jane probably remembered Ricky was still in the room. I felt her body tense. Perhaps it was the beer and tobacco talking to us, but I whispered, "Let's put on a show for Ricky."
Jane's eyes widened. "Are you really going to do this?"
I nodded. Ricky heard us whispering and must have thought we were thinking about how to get rid of him, because he said, "I think I'll sleep outside."
Perhaps it was the beer and tobacco again talking to us, but I said, "Hey, man, don't leave because of us."
I started kissing Jane again, and when I took off her blouse, she didn't stop me. I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it away from her arms, tossing it to the floor. Right in front of Ricky, Jane's upper body was exposed.
As I tried to pull her skirt up, Jane pressed it down with her hands, stopping me temporarily, but I still forcefully moved her hands away and pushed the skirt up to her waist. I quickly pulled off her panties (throwing them on the floor with her bra) and moved between her legs. Jane was ashamed, her breasts bare except for the skirt around her waist. I was between her spread legs, so she covered her eyes with her arms in embarrassment. But as I sucked and licked between the folds of her vulva and flicked my tongue back and forth on her clitoris, I couldn't muffle her moans. Ricky seemed completely aroused. He gestured to the chair beside the bed, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner. I nodded, and he came and sat down. Although Jane's arms still covered her eyes, I felt she was aware that Ricky was sitting beside the bed. Now he was right next to Jane's naked breasts, flat stomach, and long, shapely legs, within arm's reach. I knew he thought she was incredibly sexy. For the sake of credibility, he restrained himself, refraining from touching or caressing her. But that didn't stop him from unzipping his pants and pulling out his penis. It was huge, which bothered me a little, especially when he gave me a "I know this will impress you" look. He started stroking his penis, and if anything, it swelled even more. Watching him gaze at my girlfriend, his lust growing stronger, I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. Normally, I would use my tongue to make Jane climax first before fucking her, but now I didn't want to wait. I wanted to tell Mr. Big Penis that he could never do it, so I put on a condom, placed my penis between her labia, and thrust in hard. Jane moaned as I did so. I smiled at Ricky, making my message clear: You can look, but she's mine. As I fucked her, I cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples, and then kissed her. She finally moved her arms away from her face, but kept her eyes closed. I leaned back, draped her long legs over my shoulders, and began to really thrust into her. I fucked her hard until she opened her eyes. She looked at me first, then turned her head slightly to look at Ricky.
Well, not at Ricky's face, but at his hard cock, because he was sitting right next to us, his hard cock only inches from her face. I couldn't blame her for what she did next; it seemed like it would happen naturally when we were all lost in lust. When Jane's lips unconsciously formed an 'O', my head almost exploded. Without any hesitation, Ricky immediately got up from his chair and leaned forward, just like that, his cock into my girlfriend's mouth. He pushed in, and to prevent choking, Jane instinctively grabbed his penis with her hands, preventing him from pushing it further into her mouth. Jane's hand gripped his penis, as if giving him permission to touch her, so he reached one hand behind her head, his fingers gripping her soft blonde hair, while his other hand reached for her nipples. He had seen how I caressed her breasts, rubbed her nipples, and knew how she liked it, and this bastard did the same, even causing Jane to moan with his penis in her mouth, regardless of my feelings. The sight of Jane giving Ricky a blowjob was too intense; I ejaculated immediately. But now, my lust was satisfied, yet the sight of Ricky's penis in my girlfriend's mouth still made my heart ache. I leaned back in frustration, my limp penis slipping out of Jane's vagina. The condom slipped off my penis and fell to the floor.
I got off the bed intending to stop Ricky, but he misunderstood my actions. Before I could react, he quickly bypassed me, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself between Jane's legs. Then he pushed forward as if he were fucking my girlfriend. I couldn't blame Jane again. She hadn't orgasmed yet, so she was still lost in lust. Her legs wrapped around Ricky's, welcoming each of his thrusts. To make matters worse, this bastard leaned down and began kissing her while they were having sex. Seeing Jane's arms wrapped around his neck, passionately returning his kisses, made my heart sink even further. After a while, Jane's toes curled into the mattress, her body trembling in ecstasy, her orgasms reaching their peak with each French kiss, her moans escaping Ricky's mouth. Ricky's
stamina was incredible; like I had done before, he lifted her shapely, long legs onto his shoulders and began to ride her with all his might, almost pushing her against the headboard. It was like watching porn, and I couldn't help but feel my lust aroused again. Even though it was actually my girlfriend being tormented, or perhaps it was just because she was my girlfriend, I was hard as a rock again, and while Ricky was fucking my girlfriend to the point of ecstasy, I sat on the chair next to the bed and masturbated. At one point, while Jane was pleasuring Ricky, she saw me sitting in a chair masturbating. A moment later, she stared at me again, and I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, spraying my hands. I felt she had at least one orgasm. Finally, Ricky's body tensed, and he thrust into her violently, again and again. Finally, he pulled out, and I realized with horror that he wasn't wearing a condom. The most obvious evidence was that as he pulled out, his milky white, viscous semen seeped from Jane's vagina. Thank God she was taking birth control pills; otherwise, I'm sure he would have impregnated her. Ricky showed goodwill, quickly getting off my girlfriend and returning to his own bed. I got into bed and lay down next to my girlfriend Jane, and we both quickly fell asleep. The next morning, we woke up snuggled together. Ricky had gotten up early and, out of kindness, didn't bother us. I had told him I planned to marry Jane, so he knew we would have a lot to talk about.
At first it was awkward, but soon we were both giggling about how crazy we'd done. I mean, neither of us is old-fashioned, but we didn't have any plans like that. We're young and open to new things, as long as no one gets hurt. When I asked her what it was like with Ricky, her eyes had a dreamy, hazy look in them. She said, "Well, I never really thought I'd have this kind of relationship with him, but, well, wow!" Then, noticing the insecure look on my face, she quickly added, "Of course, he's not like you." I think she knew I needed more reassurance, because she quickly mounted me, and we had a long, slow lovemaking (Part Two).
At first, I was very unhappy with Ricky, thinking he was taking advantage of me. Part of the reason was the insecurity I felt after seeing Ricky fuck Jane. He was more muscular than me and had a huge penis, and Jane seemed to like both. But he apologized, so eventually everything went back to normal. In some ways, we were getting closer; we were roommates, but not very good friends. Ricky now often compliments me on having a very sexy girlfriend and how lucky I am. It was awkward when the three of us were in the same room; Jane avoided talking about him, but I would often catch her staring at him, and I noticed Ricky glancing at Jane more often than before. I started going to Jane's place more often to avoid seeing Ricky, but this didn't give us much privacy because Jane's roommate was in the dorm room more often than Ricky. About a month after it happened, Jane and I were being intimate in my room. I unbuttoned Jane's top, and when Ricky walked in, my hand was inside her bra. What the hell! Didn't he see the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door? We immediately separated. Ricky mumbled an apology, his eyes fixed on Jane's open blouse. I looked at Jane, whose gaze was also on Ricky's crotch. He was wearing sweatpants, and his penis bulged a large tent in the wool fabric. The sexual attraction between them was obvious. The thick tension of sexual desire was almost palpable, as if they were under some kind of spell. Instead of kicking Ricky away, I pulled Jane closer and started kissing her again. I put my hands back inside her bra and rubbed her nipples. We kissed for a while, pretending Ricky wasn't there. I moved towards Jane's lower body, lifting her skirt. I followed her long legs and pulled down her already soaked panties. Her labia glistened with excitement. I spread her legs and pressed down, deliberately avoiding looking at Ricky. After licking her for a while, Jane's moans and writhing became more intense. I looked up and, without surprise, saw Ricky on top of her. They were kissing passionately, Ricky's hands now on her breasts instead of mine. He had already removed her top and bra, and was skillfully kneading and caressing her breasts and nipples. "Wait, wait," she gasped, her chest heaving, panting, pushing Ricky away. "Mike, come here."
I moved toward her. She pulled out my penis, rubbed it, and then shoved it into her mouth. I groaned, my head bobbing back and forth in pleasure. "That's so horny!" Ricky said, watching my girlfriend give me a blowjob. I saw a smile spread across Jane's face (even with my penis still in her mouth). Ricky moved between Jane's legs and raised an eyebrow at me. Jane looked at me too, but her face didn't reveal what she wanted. My lust completely controlled me; all sense of reason had vanished. I nodded to Ricky, who gave me a big, eager smile as he pulled out his large penis and moved it between Jane's thighs. Jane moaned as he penetrated her. "Oh my God…!" she moaned as she took my penis back into her mouth, but she was clearly having trouble. With Ricky's long, thick monster pounding into her, she couldn't concentrate on giving me a blowjob. When he bent her legs over her shoulders and began thrusting violently, she simply gave up sucking on me. I panted and sat on the edge of Ricky's bed (only a few feet from mine). Ricky was all muscle, and watching his taut body thrusting into Jane's tender cunt was a striking sight. He pressed forward against Jane, pressing her legs against her chest. She gripped the sheets tightly, as if trying to hold onto this wonderful moment. From my position, I could clearly see how Jane's bare labia (she kept her pubic area smooth and hairless, except for a small tuft of trimmed pubic hair above her clitoris) stretched and tightly enveloped Ricky's penis. His penis was incredibly long, like a python slithering in and out of her honeypot. Seeing him fuck her shocked me. As he slowly thrust into her, his penis slid in and out of her honeypot seemingly endlessly. From her heavy breathing and the psychedelic expression on her face, it was clear he had some effect on her. This caused me extreme psychological distress; I was incapable of achieving the same effect as him. Worse still, I realized Ricky wasn't wearing a condom again. Jane was on birth control, but birth control pills aren't foolproof. I always wore a condom because she was afraid of getting pregnant. Her sister had been pregnant before; they were Catholics, so she dropped out of college, married the father, and had the child. Fortunately, her sister loved her husband. But Jane didn't want this to happen to her, and Jane let Ricky fuck her naked again (this was the second time), which shocked me. She was consumed by lust (like me), and she didn't realize it. Of course I could stop him, but the memory of last time resurfaced—how his thick, white semen, the seed of our future child, seeping from her vagina, had made me dizzy with excitement. I knew I didn't have the willpower to stop Ricky from shooting his highly fertile sperm into my girlfriend's womb. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Jane moaned and cried out as Ricky swung his long penis back and forth. Ricky leaned down and kissed her. Jane didn't stop him; instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. From their cheeks, it was clear their tongues were intertwined, each reaching into the other's throat. Jane's toes curled up; I knew she was experiencing a surge of pleasure. Her orgasm escaped her lips with a muffled groan, and she arched her back in pleasure. After a while, Ricky's body stiffened. He thrust deeply into Jane and stood there, and from the spasms of his body, I knew he too was reaching orgasm, ejaculating his semen deep inside her. I was thinking, had he just gotten my girlfriend pregnant (I knew this was her most fertile time of the month), and just thinking about it made me ejaculate. I hadn't even touched myself; my semen shot onto my thighs and chest. Ricky again considerately left, giving us some privacy. Just like last time, we started giggling as soon as he left. We were a little scared of ourselves; we were going to be this wild, not just once, but twice. We weren't old-fashioned, but normal college students (even the hottest ones) wouldn't do this kind of thing. Would they?
"I can't believe you actually gave Ricky permission to fuck me," Jane said. I shrugged, hiding my embarrassment. "I don't know why, but seeing another guy fucking you gets me all worked up," I said honestly. Jane looked at me wide-eyed and gave me an excited smile. "Oh my god, this is so lewd!" she said passionately. At this point, I got hard again, and she mounted me. We made love like rabbits multiple times. The next day, we had to face reality again. What would we do if Ricky's sperm hit Jane? Because of her religious beliefs, taking emergency contraception is not an option, and she wouldn't have an abortion if it happened. We're quite scared, and we've done some research on baby adoption online. But Jane is very resistant to the idea; she starts crying. So I know that if she gets pregnant, not only will she want the baby, but she won't give it up. Honestly, I don't know what I would do. We love each other deeply, and we've even talked about marriage, but we're both still young. I'm 24 (graduate student) and she's 21 (senior in college). Would I want to be the father of another man's child?
Thank God, Jane's period came (thank God, the emergency contraception!). To celebrate, I opened a bottle of sparkling wine, and she gave me an incredible blowjob. Our relationship with Ricky has changed; Jane's awkwardness towards him has disappeared. They often joke and tease each other like buddies. This makes me jealous. Whenever I see them being so intimate together, my penis involuntarily stirs. So I guess, inevitably, we'll have another threesome. It started out innocent and carefree. We decided to watch a movie on cable, but it was boring, so we quickly started laughing at the plot and stale lines. We were all sitting on the sofa, joking that there was a lot of touching and caressing. At first, we weren't aware of all the touching, but it wasn't until we were pressed together on the sofa that we realized Jane was between me and Ricky. Sexual tension immediately surged. Before I even knew it, Ricky and I were both kissing and touching Jane, switching back and forth, kissing me first, then turning to kiss Ricky. As she kissed me, I unbuttoned her top, and Ricky pulled her hands away. Then, as she turned to kiss Ricky, I unhooked her bra, and Ricky's hands immediately slipped inside her loosened bra to cup and caress her breasts—it was as if Ricky and I were in sync. He unbuttoned her jeans, and I pulled them away from her long legs. He took off her panties, and then I slipped between her legs to lick and suck her nectar. He kissed her, caressed her breasts, and rubbed her nipples. As they continued kissing and groping each other, I put on a condom and thrust my rock-hard cock into her honeypot. God! She was so wet and hot. I wanted to see Ricky fuck her, so I pulled out after a while.
“It’s your turn,” I told him. He eagerly switched places with me, and as he pulled down his jeans, I kissed and caressed my girlfriend. “Rickie’s about to fuck you good, baby,” I whispered in her ear, and she moaned.
I looked at Rickie. He had pulled out his monstrous cock. I should have told him to put on a condom, but I didn’t. I made excuses for myself; she was on birth control. As he mounted her, Jane clung to me tightly, letting out a muffled groan. “Oh, God…!” she moaned. “It’s so damn big!”
Rickie lunged forward, squeezing her breasts. There wasn’t enough space between us, so I took a step back to watch. He looked at me with a smile, as if this was what he wanted—to have my girlfriend all to himself. Just like before, he fucked her hard, giving her another amazing orgasm. Then he came crashing down on her, ejaculating all his semen into her young, fertile womb, ready to conceive. As they cooled down from their orgasms, he kissed her. "Come on, get off!" I said, slapping his arm, somewhat annoyed. He pulled out, and I went between my girlfriend's legs. Her pussy was wide open, thick, milky fluid seeping from her labia. The sight before me ignited my lust; I felt like I was going to faint. I took off the condom—no problem at that point—and thrust into her. She was incredibly loose, but knowing how she could be like this only fueled my desire. I fucked her hard, but I noticed that her response to me wasn't as passionate as it had been to Ricky. I told myself it was because she had just climaxed. My orgasm came hard too, and after mixing my semen with Ricky's, Ricky didn't pull away as before. Instead, the sexual tension eased, and we both laughed easily, joking with each other again. It was still early, so we decided to watch another movie. Jane wrapped herself in a blanket. Ricky and I put our boxer shorts back on (I also put my t-shirt on). Jane, as always, sat naked under the blanket between us while we watched the movie. I noticed Jane glancing at Ricky a few times, looking at his arm muscles and six-pack abs. I was engrossed in the movie. Suddenly, I felt Jane wriggle under her blanket and heard her soft moan. I looked over and saw the blanket move. Ricky was fucking her!
Jane saw me watching, and our eyes met. She had a look of desire, sexual arousal. I got hard on the spot, leaned down and kissed her, and pulled the blanket away. Now that she had my permission, she reached into Ricky's shorts. As she grasped his penis with her fingers, I heard him moan. So here, I kissed Jane, and she and Ricky caressed each other. Ricky leaned down and swallowed one of Jane's nipples, making her gasp. She turned to face Ricky, and they kissed each other, their passion burning hot. As they kissed and caressed each other, I began to feel like a third party. Ricky came between her legs and pulled down his shorts. Almost as if after consideration, he said to me, “Let me go first this time, okay,
Mike?” Though he said it as a question, he had already positioned his penis between Jane’s labia. With a huge thrust, his massive cock pierced her, and Jane moaned and pushed back slightly to meet his thrust. Soon they were in the zone, copulating eagerly as if I weren’t there. I sat in the chair opposite them and watched Ricky bring my girlfriend to another massive orgasm. (Part 3)
You might think that a threesome with Ricky would hurt my relationship with Jane, but we actually grew closer. Jane was happy most of the time. She had a normal upbringing and was perhaps a little conservative because of her religious beliefs, so having sex with a man who wasn’t her boyfriend was somewhat like “breaking the taboo” for her. From her point of view, yes, she was promiscuous, but she had her boyfriend’s permission, so it wasn’t a problem. For me, seeing my girlfriend being with another man and feeling this excited is something I simply cannot explain. Just thinking about it makes me dizzy with excitement. Yes, it causes me extreme mental anguish, yet it also gives me such a thrilling jolt. I don't like the way Ricky and Jane act together (outside the bedroom). They're being a little too intimate, more clingy than before—not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but beyond soulmates. Even my friends have noticed; some have even told me to watch out for Ricky because he's seducing Jane.
I've tried to tell Jane about my concerns, but talking about it gets me excited and agitated (though painfully)
, and it always ends with an unusually intense sexual encounter between us. My reaction leads Jane to believe that her flirting with Ricky in front of our friends excites me, and indeed it does, so she starts doing it more often, delighted to see how perverted and deranged I am. To celebrate my birthday, Jane invited about thirty of our friends to a birthday party. She looked beautiful. Perhaps I should describe her here first. She was a head shorter than me, five feet three inches tall, with a petite and slender figure. She had soft, long, shoulder-length blonde hair and a pretty, girl-next-door face, the freckles on her cheeks matching her outgoing, cheerful, and easygoing personality. Her breasts weren't large (she wore a 32A/B cup), but they were firm. She had enviable long legs and delicate, pretty feet; I often saw her practicing dance in
high school and college. She was somewhat tomboyish, preferring jeans and flats to skirts and heels. Jane disliked wearing pantyhose, feeling it was too restrictive. So, at my birthday party, I was quite surprised to see her wearing not only a black dress but also incredibly thin, sheer pantyhose and pointed high heels. I had no idea where she got those heels; I didn't even know she owned any. But she looked stunning! The dress was low-cut, so it accentuated her soft, full breasts (I think she was wearing an underwire-padded push-up bra, making her breasts appear larger than usual), and the hemline was well above her knees, showing off most of her legs. The smooth nylon and high heels made her legs look even more prominent than usual. Even at my birthday party, Jane spent just as much time with Ricky as with me. I think our friends assumed it was because she was drunk, but given how affectionate they'd been lately, I'm sure all my friends thought Jane was hooking up with Ricky and being unfaithful to me. More than once, whenever the three of us were with other people, Jane ignored me; her gaze and attention were almost entirely focused on Ricky.
Once, Jane came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Doesn't Ricky look sexy tonight?" She giggled, saw the excitement flash across my face, and then walked away. It was nearly midnight, and I looked everywhere for Jane, but couldn't find her anywhere. Ricky wasn't around either. They'd been cuddling all night, so I was pretty sure I knew what they were up to. Most people were still there, so their absence went unnoticed, but it might be noticed soon if they didn't show up quickly. Just as my anxiety was about to flare up, they walked in together. What the hell! Couldn't they at least come in separately?
Ricky said he was going outside for a H?agen-Dazs or something, but Jane's hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, and her clothes were crumpled.
In other words, she looked like she'd just been fucked! I could tell, and all my friends could tell too. Many of my friends looked at me with surprise, wondering why I hadn't made a move on Ricky. Jealousy and insecurity were nagging at me, but at the same time, my dick was rock hard again. I didn't make a move, and the party went back to normal, though there were plenty of whispers and gossip circulating privately. I tried to catch Jane's gaze, but she didn't look at me, still focused on Ricky.
Finally, when I felt I couldn't take it anymore, she came over and pulled me aside. We had a moment of privacy, and she kissed me. "Did you taste Ricky? He was in my mouth not long ago," she whispered in my ear. Then she pulled my hand to her clothes; her pantyhose were soaked up to her thighs. "That's Ricky's semen. He sprayed it all over me."
I couldn't take it anymore, and I shuddered and ejaculated in my pants. Jane laughed gleefully. "I guess you had a great birthday." She giggled. "Jane, wait," I protested, "everyone knows you just slept with Ricky, and they all think you're unfaithful."
She shook her head, giving me a knowing look. "They might suspect something, but they won't know." I didn't think so. I tidied myself up, and we went back to the party hand in hand. After returning to my apartment that night, I pulled the hem of Jane's dress up to her waist. Through her sheer brown nylon stockings, her black thong was clearly visible, her stockings soaking wet from the crotch to mid-thigh. "Rickie came a lot," she giggled. "Where did he fuck you?" I asked in a husky voice, my fingers touching a wet spot on her stockings.
"Outside, towards the back, he's fucking me against the wall."
"Aren't you worried someone might go outside and see you? A lot of people already think you're unfaithful to me."
I pulled down her pantyhose and underwear, and inserted my penis into her. It felt loose and incredibly slippery. One good thing about Ricky was that she stopped insisting I wear a condom, finally concluding that birth control pills were safe enough. She shrugged, but I caught a glimpse of excitement in her eyes. This excitement definitely didn't come from my penis; she barely reacted to me inside her because Ricky's was much bigger than mine. No, her excitement must have been because everyone thought she was cheating on me. She grew up in a Catholic family and always had a reputation as a pure, chaste girl. Maybe she liked people thinking she had some bad girl tendencies. As I thrust inside her, she said, "While we were having sex, we heard Sam on the other side of the wall, making a phone call. We had to stop until he left." Her face was flushed with excitement. Sam was my best friend, my best friend since elementary school. "Oh my god, Mike, Sam's on the other side of the wall, less than two feet away, and Ricky's inside me. If he opens the door and sees us, would you like that?
Would you like it if Sam saw your girlfriend having sex with another man? Or maybe you'd like me to give him oral sex so he wouldn't tell anyone? Would you like that? What if I gave Sam a blowjob and he came in my mouth too?"
That's too much. I groaned and ejaculated with a jerk. I collapsed onto Jane, completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally. We lay in the dark, our bodies entwined. I said, "I don't know how long I can do this. I mean, it's exciting, but, I mean, it's just too exciting."
We talked for a long time afterward. It was exciting for both of us, but there were problems.
Jane admitted that it wouldn't be good for her if everyone thought she was unfaithful to me. I was nervous throughout the conversation because I was worried she might break up with me and decide she'd rather be with the big, muscular Ricky. I knew Ricky would accept her without hesitation. He'd always thought she was slutty, and now he knew even more; he'd seen her naked and knew how great it was to be with her in bed. But to my relief, she never mentioned breaking up. In the end, we decided to stop seeing Ricky. He wasn't happy about it. He'd tried to get Jane to cooperate several times, but to no avail. He threatened to expose it, calling Jane a slut and me a cuckold. He'd ruined his chance because it angered Jane, and even though he'd had a chance with her, he'd lost it. We told Ricky that if word got out, it would be bad for him and for us—like, what if a potential employer heard about it? We finally convinced Ricky, since we were all graduating soon and looking for jobs.
He moved out, and I didn't see him again until graduation. I graduated from graduate school, while Jane and Ricky graduated from the undergraduate program on the main campus. After graduation, I walked around campus, heading to meet Jane. When I got there, I saw Jane talking to Ricky on the other side of the lawn. We were quite far apart, and it looked like he was the one talking the whole time. She shook her head as he spoke, and he continued. She looked around nervously, then said something to him that seemed to satisfy him, as he smiled and walked away. When I caught up with her, I asked, "What's Ricky doing? I saw you talking to him."
"Oh, well, nothing," she said. "He found a job in California, so he said goodbye to me." Then she quickly changed the subject, "Did you see our parents?" I frowned. It seemed they talked for much longer than saying goodbye. But our parents were taking us out for dinner to celebrate, so I put that aside, and we went to find them. After graduation, Jane and I were both looking for jobs in New York City. We both loved New York, and we wanted to stay together. Jane got a job as an executive assistant at a big advertising agency, and she was ecstatic. I also got a job at a big Wall Street firm. Jane's job didn't pay much, but it was always a good start, and mine paid more than enough to make up for it. We rented a loft in SoHo and moved in together. We didn't talk about Ricky anymore, or anything else we did with him. This isn't to say we feel ashamed or have any regrets. We're just too busy with work, and living in a big city like New York is exciting.
We go out all the time. There are so many great bars and restaurants in New York, why cook at home! I admit eating out has made me gain a lot of weight, but Jane and her office colleagues have signed up for modern dance and yoga classes and still maintain her slim figure. Jane has truly matured in New York, shedding her tomboyishness. In advertising, you have to be fashionable, so she started wearing designer clothes frequently. I think she spends all her salary on clothes, but that's fine with me; I earn enough for both of us. I love seeing her in dresses and skirts that accentuate her long legs, and now she even wears heels quite often. Her company still has old-fashioned views; women exposing their legs is taboo, which might be a problem for Jane because she hates wearing pantyhose. To my surprise, one morning I found her wearing thigh-high stockings. It looked like she had worn them before, and had been for a while. This surprised me even more; I didn't know she even owned these stockings, which I had never seen her wear before. I asked her. She shrugged and said, "I've been wearing them for a while now, maybe they'll make me more comfortable at work."
Seeing her roll up her thigh-high stockings on her sexy legs drove me crazy, and I pounced on her.
"Maybe I should wear them more often," she giggled. Needless to say, we were both late that day.
I was so proud to have such a beautiful girlfriend as Jane. She'd always been one of the prettiest girls in any setting, but she really matured in New York City, and with her new clothes, she looked better than ever. We turned heads wherever we went. Seeing other men staring at her energized me. Confident men in New York City pursued her, even with me standing next to her. Jane noticed this aroused me, and she started flirting with other men in front of me, not as shamelessly outrageous as with Ricky, but still adding some energy for both of us, always ending in great sex. Sometimes, during our intimate moments, she would whisper in my ear how charming that man was, how he made our sex life even more exciting and stimulating. Two years later in New York City, I proposed to Jane. We were young then (she was twenty-three, I was twenty-six), but we had been dating for many years, so we should both have made a commitment at this point, but Jane didn't immediately say yes. She took my hand, looking somewhat nervous and serious. "I mean, okay, but first I need to tell you something, do you remember Ricky?" I nodded, and she paused, as if trying to compose herself. "After we agreed to stop with him—well, then one time, I slept with him again."
I suddenly felt my mouth go dry. "When?" I said. Her gaze averted from mine, as if she was too ashamed to meet my eyes. "At graduation," she replied, "he sat next to me the whole time, constantly bothering me. So, I went with him to his place."
"That day?" I asked, a little confused. I remembered they were talking together after the ceremony. But after that, we spent the whole day together. We found our parents and then went out to eat together. Then, I remembered that after we found our parents, Jane said she had to go back to her apartment because she forgot to pack her contacts. I wanted to go with her, but she told me to stay with our parents. I remember she was gone for a long time, and when she came back, she said she ran into some friends who insisted she have a drink with them. I looked at her and said, "That's when you say you have to go pack your contacts."
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said, grabbing my hand. I remembered that day, Jane rushing into the restaurant to apologize for being late. She looked exhausted. I thought it was because she had run across campus to get back. Now I know it was because she had just slept with Ricky. At dinner, she sat next to me, her vagina still full of his semen, yet excitedly talking to our parents about our future together. I loved Jane so much that I hugged her, told her it wasn't a problem, and said I still wanted to marry her.
She told me she wanted to marry me too, and that's how we got engaged. We hugged tighter, and I'm sure she could feel my hard penis pressing against her stomach, but she didn't say anything. That night, we celebrated our engagement at an expensive restaurant and drank way too much champagne.
After dinner, we continued the celebration at a nightclub at the end of the street. We drank a lot more, and we were both quite drunk. I took her to the dance floor. Jane was a great dancer; she really knew how to sway her body. As she twisted and spun, I pulled her to face me, my hands on her buttocks. As we rubbed against each other on the dance floor, I lifted her skirt and pulled it up. It was already a very short skirt, barely reaching mid-thigh, but now I had pulled it up to below her buttocks, revealing the lace trim at the top of her stockings—anyone who paid attention would see it. Jane didn't stop me; she just looked at my face as we swayed to the music, and I kept pulling up her skirt. I pulled her skirt up so high that my hands were on it, my fingers lingering on her bare buttocks. Finally, she grabbed my hand, stopping me from pulling her skirt up any higher. She pulled my head towards her. "Do you like exposing me?" she whispered in my ear, sounding slightly drunk. "Does it excite you when other people see my body?"
I didn't say anything, but she could tell from how hard my penis was. She smiled at me with the boldness of alcohol. "It excites you to hear that I'm having an affair with Ricky and being unfaithful to you, doesn't it?" she asked, her smile half curious, half provocative. She leaned forward, her body pressed against mine, one hand slithering between us, touching my crotch. She said, "If he were here right now, would you let him fuck me? Fuck your new fiancée?" God, I felt like I was about to explode! I dragged her out of the bar, got into a taxi, and on the way home, I really wanted to get her right there. Luckily, the ride was only five minutes. Back in our attic, we had our best lovemaking ever. During the long time we'd been together, Jane and her mother had spent a year planning our wedding. During that time, we talked about Ricky again, about how exciting it was to watch him having sex with her. It turned out that Jane hadn't mentioned him because of her guilt after being unfaithful, but now that was all in the past. Now we were both obsessed with the excitement of our final year of college. He became the main topic of our pillow talk, and we fantasized about him during sex. Most of the time, I started the fantasies, but Jane was definitely aroused too. Perhaps the most insane sexual fantasy was that I invited Ricky to our wedding and let him fuck Jane, so he would be the first person to have my newlywed bride, instead of me. These sexual fantasies also carried over into our real lives, with Jane becoming increasingly promiscuous with other men, flirting with them in front of me. Her doing so stung me, but it also gave me unparalleled excitement. What's even more exciting is seeing those guys harassing her, now that she's my fiancée, wearing an engagement ring. But the diamond on her finger doesn't deter those guys from bothering her; in fact, she's getting more harassed now than before.
I suspect men have a penchant for stealing another man's woman. Sometimes we'd go to a bar separately, and I'd watch Jane get harassed. We chose bars where we were unlikely to run into anyone we knew, but the thought of Jane being seen flirting with other men by our friends (especially since they all thought she was unfaithful to me) only fueled my excitement. Afterwards, we always had intense sex; our sexual fantasies remained in the fantasy stage. Although sometimes I wanted to tell her, "Baby, I really wish I could see another guy actually fucking you," I held back. I still remember how intense it was when she was with Ricky, and I don't think I could handle it again. Jane held back too, I think because she's basically a normal American girl, and normal girls don't have sex with other men. What happened with Ricky had been wild and taboo, but now that we were out of college and had to mature, Jane wasn't even as concerned about contraception anymore. She was still taking birth control pills, but if she missed a dose, she wouldn't panic like she used to. After all, we were getting married, and we wanted children, so if she got pregnant, it was better to be a little early or late, or everything would be fine. About a month before our wedding, things changed. We were at Starbucks, and guess who we ran into? Yes, you guessed it—Ricky. As soon as he saw us, we invited him to join us for coffee. He'd joined the Marines because he couldn't find a suitable job in California. He'd been shot while serving in Afghanistan. He was still a Marine (in fact, he was in camouflage), and during his recovery, he was assigned to the continental United States, to New York City.
That night, in bed, I said, "What do you think of Ricky now?"
Jane gave me a smile. "He looks really handsome," she blurted out. I have to admit, he did look handsome. Ricky had always had a ruggedly handsome appearance, and with his military-style short hair and camouflage uniform, he looked even more dashing. Furthermore, his physique seemed more robust than before, undoubtedly due to the physical demands of the military. I gave her a lecherous smile. "I saw you staring at him from head to toe."
"I couldn't resist!" she said. We both laughed, and then we had great sex. I couldn't stop imagining Ricky, how he fucked Jane, how he made her unfaithful to me. For the past three years, we'd often had "softcore" sexual fantasies and games in bed, but we'd never actually brought another man into our bedroom. I impulsively wanted to do something stupid again, to have one last hurrah before our wedding. About a week before our wedding, I called Ricky to invite him to dinner. He seemed surprised but immediately agreed. That night, in our apartment, the doorbell rang and Jane opened the door. "Ricky!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Sorry, baby, I forgot to tell you I invited Ricky to dinner," I said hastily. "Oh," Jane said. We settled Ricky in front of the TV for a beer, then Jane pulled me aside.
"What are you doing?" she asked reproachfully. I shrugged innocently. "Just catching up with an old college friend."
She squinted at me. "Mike, that's for the best. We're not college kids anymore," she warned. "Don't worry, honey, it'll all be fine," I said, kissing her. Then I picked up the phone to order some pizzas. An hour later, we laughed, joked, drank beer, and talked about funny things from college and gossip about people we knew. Ricky looked Jane up and down and said, "Jane, you've really changed!"
She had changed. In college, she had long, straight blonde hair. Now it was short and shoulder-length, but layered, so it was voluminous and smooth. She never wore makeup in college, but now she did. She was already pretty, but now she was stunningly beautiful, like a cover model for a fashion magazine. She hadn't changed out of her work clothes yet, so she was still wearing designer clothes from the Italian fashion brand Fendi, the mid-thigh dress hugging her curves and showing off most of her dream legs. "Well, I hope it's on the positive side!" Jane laughed at Ricky, sounding like she was joking, but I could tell she was pleased with Ricky's compliment. "Damn, you look gorgeous!" Ricky blurted out. "Well... it's painful to look good," she said. She flexed her feet and made a face, still wearing high heels. "Wearing heels all day hurts my feet."
"I know how to give your feet a good massage," Ricky said, his eyes sparkling.
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Honey, you should take his services."
Jane and Ricky both glared at me. I regretted saying that. They had been joking all along, but I was being serious now. Finally, Jane said in an annoyed tone, "Of course, why not?" She turned over on the sofa and put her feet on Ricky's lap. "Okay, work your magic," she said, glaring at me. Ricky took off one shiny black high heel, then the other, letting them fall to the floor. He gazed at Jane's beautiful feet for a moment. They were petite, slender with elegant arches, smooth and flawless. The seams of her nylon stockings stretched across her lovely toes. Ricky began to massage her feet, his thumbs pressing deep into the arches of her soles. "Oh, that feels so good," Jane said, feeling the sudden pleasure. Ricky massaged back and forth between Jane's toes, kneading the sore spots on the soles of each foot with his thumbs. "You're really good at this," Jane murmured, closing her eyes as Ricky massaged her feet for a long time. She kept her eyes closed, savoring every second. Ricky slowly and subtly transformed the massage into caresses, his fingers gently tracing the upper part of her feet and around her slender ankles. Jane didn't react; her eyes remained closed, but her cheeks gradually flushed with rising desire. I watched Ricky's fingers gently caress her socked feet, feeling my growing erection. Ricky looked at me inquisitively, raising an eyebrow. I nodded, not even knowing what he was up to.
When I nodded, Ricky grinned confidently at me, as if he knew this would be my answer. Then he boldly caressed Jane's legs, her shapely calves. Jane still kept her eyes closed, but her breathing was definitely rapid. His fingertips gently traced small circles behind her knees, and her body trembled. My gaze followed Jane's legs from her knees to her feet. Her feet were resting on his crotch, his erection forming a large tent in his pants. She didn't move her feet, but she couldn't possibly not know it was the bulge in his genitals. I moved to the sofa, lifted Jane, and let her back rest against my chest. She instinctively turned her head towards me, and then we kissed. My hands reached to her front, cupping and caressing her breasts. She lifted her legs away from Ricky's hands, turned her body completely towards me, and we kissed passionately. I found her zipper and pulled it down, and just as my hands were slipping under her bra straps, she reached back to stop me. Her mouth was close to my ear. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispered in my ear, so low that Ricky couldn't hear her. "My God, Mike, we're getting married in a week."
My lust overwhelmed me, and I was oblivious to everything else. I pulled her zipper all the way down, answering her question instead. She looked into my eyes, hesitated, though I saw excitement on her face, a sexually unrestrained excitement in her beautiful blue eyes. “To hell with it,” she finally said, then she returned to Ricky, straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Seeing them like this made me feel lightheaded and dizzy with excitement; they were locked in each other's arms, their lips pressed together. Ricky tried to pull her clothes down, but Jane helped him free from her arms. Jane had changed her lingerie choices over the past three years. In college, she always wore simple cotton bras and panties. Now, she always wore push-up bras with heavy lace trim from Victoria's Secret, and matching sexy lace thongs. The push-up bra pushed her girlish breasts together in an alluring way. Ricky absolutely loved the change; his hungry eyes seemed to want to devour her. He cupped her breasts, twisting her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and swayed her head back and forth. Ricky took the opportunity to kiss her neck, targeting one of her most sensitive erogenous zones below her ear, where she moaned and writhed under his touch. I had to give way completely to Ricky, who knew exactly where and how Jane liked to be touched for a long time. They kissed and caressed each other. Finally, they paused, separating slightly, both breathing heavily. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, and I felt they had forgotten me. It was something that felt both extremely painful and sweet, something that both frightened and longed for. "Come on, take it all off," Ricky said, trying to push Jane's dress off her legs. She stood up to help him, and the dress slipped to her feet. When he saw the stockings on her thighs, he grinned approvingly, his fingers lovingly stroking the lace at the top of the stockings. "I wear them all the time now," she responded to his smile, clearly pleased with his reaction. I felt my consciousness drift into their conversation, and the familiar intimacy between them stung my jealous heart. Ricky suddenly pulled Jane back onto his legs, and she chuckled. They kissed again, their kisses growing more intense and passionate. Ricky laid her down on the sofa. He pulled down her lace thong, pausing to admire her smooth vulva, and ran a finger down a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair above her opening. She thrust herself towards him, pelvis up. "Come on!" she urged impatiently. He smiled smugly and pulled off his shirt. Looking at his bare chest, I heard Jane gasp. His pectoral muscles were larger than before, his pectoralis major and biceps more prominent—actually eight-pack instead of six. He pulled down his pants, grasped his penis, and rubbed the large glans back and forth between her glistening, wet labia. Jane moaned. "Come on!" she said again, this time in a pleading tone. I saw his thigh muscles tense, and then he climbed on top of my fiancée, his penis slamming into her. "Oh, God," she moaned, "Baby, did you miss me?" He teased her with a smile, pushing his thick cock deeper inside her. "Oh, my God, yours is so big," she groaned heavily, "So—deadly—big!"
Ricky thrust into her with his cock, burying his thick shaft deep inside her. As soon as he was fully inside, he immediately put her stockinged legs on his shoulders and began to thrust violently into her. "God, God, God, God," she cried out again and again as he pounded into her tender hole.
It didn't take long, quite quickly, before I saw her stockinged toes curl, and I knew she was about to climax. Ricky felt it too. He lowered her legs and leaned forward to kiss her. As her orgasm surged, her back arched. His lips pressed against hers, kissing her until her climax subsided, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly. After a while, Ricky's buttocks and thighs tensed, and with a more forceful thrust, his penis buried even deeper into Jane's honeypot. He stopped there, deep inside Jane, his back arching, his head bobbing back and forth, then his body spasmed, his hips twitching again and again, his penis remaining deep inside Jane. I knew he was injecting his fertile seed as deep as possible into my fiancée's womb. They lay there, entwined in each other, and when they caught their breath, face to face, Jane wore a satisfied expression after her orgasm. She glanced at me casually, her eyes wide as if startled, as if she had forgotten I was still there. "Um, Mike, baby, come here," she said quickly.
Ricky pulled out of her. I went between her legs. Ricky's milky white semen overflowed from her vulva, flowing like a stream down her buttocks. It was the most lewd sight I had ever seen. I thrust my penis into her vulva, and for a moment, I mixed my semen with Ricky's, feeling awkward with him. Because Jane had said we weren't college students anymore. We quickly changed our clothes and had another beer. We started chatting again, but didn't mention what we had just done, meaning we were trying to make conversation. After he finished his beer, Ricky said goodbye. After Ricky left, Jane and I became very silent. Finally, she said, "You're angry with me, aren't you? I know you're angry, I'm sorry things got out of control."
I hugged her. "Honey, I'm not angry, I'm not lying to you, you're amazing! This is the most exciting thing I've ever seen!"
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Sigh!" She suddenly sighed and patted her jeans. Her crotch was wet. "I need to change again," she said, hurrying into the bedroom. I followed her, watching her take off her jeans. She was still wearing thigh-high stockings underneath, clearly she had changed in a rush. Her thighs were soaking wet, including the tops of her stockings. I knew most of it was from Ricky. My ejaculation volume was normal, but his was always gallons. Seeing his semen on her thighs—knowing there was still a lot inside her—made me hard again, and I started to peel off her stockings again, but I stopped her. I pushed her down on the bed and came between her thighs. "Hard again already?" she giggled. I pulled down my pants, and she saw my erection. "I knew it." She giggled again. "Oh my god! You're so beautiful," I blurted out, looking at her disheveled thighs. I unbuttoned her top. She was still wearing a push-up bra. My hands went under the cups and pushed the bra aside, revealing her breasts. I cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She wriggled at my touch, arching her pelvis upwards towards me. "Baby, fuck me," she whispered as I pushed inside her. I had just ejaculated less than an hour ago, and I knew I could last longer this time. As we made love, I stroked her cheeks, looking into the depths of her eyes. "Watching Ricky fuck you must be so good. Does he fuck you well, baby?"
Now I was neither annoyed nor angry with her, and she nodded enthusiastically. "You see him, baby!
He's so—so—so—so big, and he feels so good inside me! His body, oh my god, just thinking about him makes me itch!"
"Is he much bigger than me, baby?" I asked, slowly thrusting in and out of her honeypot. "Does he fuck you better than me?"
A whispered topic we'd shared since college, she'd told me about her sexual fantasies—how her lovers had better genitals than me, how they fucked her better than me. These humiliating angles would ignite our passion. But now it wasn't fantasy, it was reality, and she hesitated. "Tell me, baby," I urged, kissing her lips and cheeks. "Tell me, you know I like it. Tell me the truth, come on, tell me."
"You want to know the truth, don't you?" she said with a sly smile, a mixture of excitement and mockery. "You want to hear how much bigger he is than you? How he can reach me and you can't? I love making love with you, baby, you know I do. But you're nothing compared to him. Ricky is just too good. When he makes me cum, I pass out. You've never done that to me."
I stopped thrusting, trying to hold back. Her words both hurt and tickled me. It was wonderful. It was so, so wonderful. I knew she was telling the truth. From the passion she showed him, from the blissful expression on her face when she climaxed, I knew she knew I liked it, and I swallowed all her words. She gave me a wicked smile, winked, and pulled my head closer to her. "Want to know anything else?" she whispered in my ear, "Right now, after Ricky stretched me so hard, I can barely feel you inside me."
That pushed me to the edge. I groaned, thrust forward, and ejaculated. Afterward, she started to take off her stockings, but I begged her not to. "God, you're such a pervert!" she laughed. That night, I woke her up twice and fucked her (to be continued) ls1991lsok Gold coins +94 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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