This takes place directly after Chapter 2 and in place of the original Chapter 3. The first few paragraphs are the same, but it goes off in another direction before they get out of bed.
When I originally wrote the story, I had always planned on it taking the dark, sideways turn begun in Chapter 3 and realized fully in Chapter 4. However, it didn't play out how I imagined and most readers liked it much less than the early chapters. Those combined to keep me from continuing the story further. Now, with hindsight, I miss the playful nature of the early chapters and have some other story ideas to slot in there.
I'm keeping the original Chapters 3 and 4 up for those who liked them, but for this timeline, they effectively never happened.
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The next morning's hangovers were brutal for all of us. Rachel got up twice in the early morning to go puke. She said the first time she found Andrew passed out on the bathroom floor, completely naked, though he apparently made it back to bed by the other time she went. While lying awake before the sun came up, I heard Kyle rumble down the hall and hurl mightily as well. I didn't hear Mike, but he was staying in the master suite, so was probably soiling his own toilet.
I eventually got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep and woke up to Rachel holding her forehead and moaning.
"You feeling okay?" I croaked out.
"No," she said. "Remind me to never drink again."
"Same," I said. It was what we told each other every time we woke up hungover. It never worked.
"Things got out of hand last night," she said. "I'm really sorry, babe. I don't remember everything that happened, but found some dried cum in my hair earlier and that made me realize that, y'know...THAT did happen."
She turned her head to look at me. Her lip quivered like she was about to cry. The 'that' she was referring to was of course two of my best buddies depositing their loads on her naked body while she supposedly tested how hard their dicks were. I can't stand seeing her upset, so I said, "It's okay, babe," before it really registered in my head.
"You say that, but it's not okay," she said. "I know I tried to act like it was all innocent, but the truth is... well, you don't know how difficult it is to be a woman surrounded by three horny naked guys treating you like some kind of goddess. I know part of me was just goofing off and having some relatively harmless fun, but I know part of me was trying to push it to see how far it could all go without, y'know..." She trailed off.
"Crossing a line?" I said. She nodded.
"And I feel like what happened in the hot tub last night was crossing a line," she said. Then her face screwed up, and before I knew what was happening, she was letting loose big sobs against my chest. I felt awful. I had lied wake most of the night, thinking about my friend's cocks erupting onto her wet, naked breasts (and face, I reminded myself), but I couldn't stay mad at her when she was upset.
"Maybe just tone it back today," I said. "They now know you're a cool chick that likes to have fun. You don't have to keep taking off your clothes to convince them."
"I know," she said, wiping the tears from her face. "I just...well, to be honest, I was thinking about the first night and how excited you got hearing about your friends seeing my naked breasts and grabbing my ass. I wanted to be a little naughty again so I could tell you about it and get you all riled up."
Her words cut straight into me. She was right. Sex between us had always been good, but nothing like the past two nights. Right now, one boob was hanging out of her tank top and I was rock hard, not because I could see it but because I was imagining my friends seeing it. I could feel myself blushing deeply.
"Yeah, ok, that's...well, you're right," I said. "I've never felt so aroused in my life. But that also scares me."
"Aww, baby," she said, wrapping me in her arms. "You don't have to worry, I'll always be yours."
She kissed me deeply and now it was my turn to tear up. She wiped them from my face and we smiled at each other. I felt relieved.
"Is this something you've always known about yourself?" she asked. "That you like your girlfriend teasing other men?"
"No," I said. "That was a surprise the first night."
"Well, I've always known I'm a tease," she said, giggling. "I'm actually really glad you like it because now I can do it without worrying."
"Well, no, you're still my girlfriend," I said.
"Oh, I know," she said. "But your buddies have all seen me naked now, so we can't really unring that bell."
"That's true," I said. "But that doesn't mean they have to see you naked again."
"They don't have to, no," she said, smirking. "But don't you kinda want them to?"
I tried to say no, but my conscience wouldn't let me. Because deep down, part of me did want them to.
"I thought so," she said. "And don't worry about Mike saying I owe him a handjob or whatever. He's far from the first guy to say I owe him sex just because he saw my tits."
"That's good," I said. At least she was just trying to get my permission to flash them again, not more.
"And don't worry," she said. "I promise to tell you absolutely everything that happens. That's the whole point isn't it?"
She grinned wide and she looked so goddamn pretty when she grinned. I kissed her deeply. I wanted so badly to fuck her right then, but after the kiss she pulled back and groaned about her hangover. She got out of bed and took some Advil, then said she was going to shower.
When she opened the door to leave, I could already hear the shower going. She'll be back in a moment, I thought. I reran our conversation in my head. I realized that I forgot to emphasize to her that I didn't want her teasing them just to get me riled up. If things continued to go well between us, and she was the girl I married, my buddies would be in her life forever. They'd be my groomsmen, watching her give her vows to me, but picturing her naked body that she'd shown to them. My dick throbbed at the thought.
She said she'd always known she was an exhibitionist. She'd lived a couple hours away while we'd been dating. Does that mean she'd been showing her body to men there when I wasn't around? I don't think she'd frolic naked in a pool with anyone, but what about letting a grocery bagger look down her shirt? Or leaving a changing room door open while trying on lingerie? Or talking to her neighbor while tanning topless? The possibilities were almost endless. I could feel my aching dick leak a puddle of precum into my underwear while I thought about it.
I realized that Rachel still hadn't come back from the bathroom. I wondered why for an instant before feeling stupid for missing the obvious. One of the guys was in the shower she wanted to use. She wanted to tease the guys because she knew it aroused me. This wasn't rocket science. My heart thumped as I got out of bed. I was in the hallway before I realized I was only wearing boxers, which did nothing to hide my massive erection. I raced back inside, threw on a shirt and some shorts, and slunk down the hallway to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was shut and I could hear the shower. Was Rachel inside? Was anyone else? I gulped and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again.
"Yeah?" Kyle said, his voice muffled by the shower and the closed door.
"Can I come in?" I asked. My question hung in the air. Why would I even ask that? I thought quickly. "I really have to pee."
"Ok, fine," he said, and I opened the door. Sure enough, two blurry figures were behind the clouded shower door. One with long, brown hair. My heart almost stopped. She was in there with him. The two of them, completely naked, wet and pressed up against each other.
"Hi baby," Rachel said from the shower. "Kyle was already in here so I just jumped in."
"It wasn't my idea," Kyle said. "But she insisted it was ok with you."
"Of course it's not a big deal, silly," she said to him. "We spent last night naked together so what are we hiding. Right, Brian?"
"Y-yeah," I stammered. I know she thought I gave her my permission to tease the guys, but thought maybe she'd let a nipple pop out briefly in the afternoon or something. Not immediately get completely naked in a small stall with one of them.
"Oh my god," she shrieked.
"Are you ok?" I asked. I couldn't see at all what they were doing, just two vague shapes behind the glass.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said. "Kyle is just-oh god. Kyle! That tickles!"
"Does it?" he asked. He must have done whatever it was again because she shrieked again and he cackled.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she said. "Kyle's just being cheeky. Didn't you have to pee?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," I said. I waddled over to the toilet, my aching boner leading the way. I opened the lid and pulled it out. Of course, I couldn't pee with this erection, and there was no way it was going down while my girlfriend and friend fooled around in the shower right behind me. I tried to think of a reason to get in the stall with them. I needed to see what was going on in there. But did I really want to? After failing to produce anything for a few moments, I dropped my shorts and sat down on the toilet, hoping that would help me relax. My dick was so hard, though, that I couldn't bend it into the bowl.
"I don't hear any tinkles," Rachel said.
"Sorry, I'm just..." I mumbled. I didn't know what to say. Sorry, I'm just too aroused at you rubbing your naked, wet body against my friend's?
"Just too shy?" she asked, opening the shower door. Her body, completely bare except for the suds that covered her front from her neck to her waist, appeared behind the opened door. Kyle was behind her, his hands resting on her naked hips. I noted that his hands were covered in soap, while hers pulling through her hair, were not. Had he been rubbing her tits?
She saw my boner standing proudly in my lap and smiled, then winked at me.
"Kyle, hun, I need to rinse off," she said, then backed into him to get under the spray. She pressed him into the back wall of the shower, her wet, fleshy buns no doubt flattening themselves against his naked crotch. "Ugh, there's not enough room," she said, turning around so she could face the showerhead and Kyle. I got a brief glimpse of his naked, hard cock before she pressed her own nude front against him.
My dick throbbed as I watched them. I dared not touch it for fear of erupting in front of them. Once Rachel rinsed her front she turned back around.
