After last time I thought, "No way. Absolutely not." Lucinda loves getting off on watching her boy toys have their way with me. Rubbing herself nearby as we go at it, changing positions, sometimes even joining in to squeeze or suck a breast, or tease my clit as her boyfriend of the month pounds away. Truthfully, it's really good. Like, really. Good. Only problem is, she has a crazy 'breeding' kink.
Sometimes they'll start off innocently enough (as innocent as this kind of activity can be anyway), with a condom, or promises of pulling out, or even with her stepping in to finish the guy off. But it always ends the same way. My spasming pussy clamped around a pulsing, bare cock embedded deep inside. Fortunately I am a religious user of birth control.
Some days I wonder why we're even friends? Well, we have been since before either of us can remember. She's funny, smarter than she lets on, gives me confidence, and helps me in more ways than I can count. Yeah, that's why. And her boyfriends are always gorgeous, not to mention well endowed, if you know what I mean. Too bad she cycles through them so fast. If we weren't so close, and didn't abide by "the code," I might hop back on one of the older models for old times sake. And Lord knows I could use one. I've been working on my figure so much I always seem to forget about the "inner me" (wink), or "boyfriending." I'm only 5'3", but athletic, sexy abs, C breasts, blue eyes, red hair kept about shoulder length, and skin that I tan on my balcony regularly. Sometimes my neighbors like to watch, and I'll even pretend not to notice.
I've been dwelling on this too long, and now I'm all worked up! I better find someone to climb who won't try to pull a fast one on me just to get his girlfriend off. But... What could it hurt? She does so much for me, if this is all she asks in return. And her new guy is so cute! Maybe I'm being selfish holding out like this?
I arrive at Lucinda's apartment, and the door opens. Her boyfriend, Ryan, greets me and leads me inside. I instantly have butterflies. He's 6'5", easily towering over me. He has muscles, clearly visible through his tight, gray shirt. His baggy sweats leave so much to the imagination, and I find myself a bit disappointed. His chiseled jaw is tense under trim stubble, he's clearly nervous. Looks like he showered recently, or maybe worked out? He doesn't smell musky, but he's a bit wet. I can hardly restrain myself then and there, just taking him on the couch.
"Lucinda's been expecting you," he says, somewhat flatly. I think, "this is clearly his first time being with two women at once," and a slight smirk crosses my face. His already red face deepens as Lucinda enters the room wearing a red silk robe cascading down her hourglass curves. Her flowing brown hair gracefully dances behind her as she walks in. She reaches Ryan and leans up to kiss him. Her flawless caramel skin glistening in the dimmed lights, her hazel eyes locking with my deep blue when their kiss breaks.
"I've lit some candles to help set the tone," she says, a bit seductively. Any nerves Ryan was feeling seem to melt away as she bites her luscious, bottom lip, and takes him by the hand to lead him into the bedroom. "Coming?" she asks behind, a question directed to me, still standing in the living room, breath caught in my throat at the scene I had just witnessed. "Not yet, but damn close," I thought. As I enter the room I can see, and smell the candles she had mentioned. All around the bed, on night stands, a table, the TV stand, some on the floor, and a couple in the master bathroom, are at least 20 scented candles. Flames dancing in the low light of one heavily shaded lamp. Some give off lavender, others a bit of vanilla. My head is spinning. The drive over - thinking of past encounters - the passionate kiss between two attractive people, knowing what's about to happen, now seeing them both undressing in front of me, and all of the other sensations? It proves to be too much as my legs give out, and the room goes dark.
