Quickie Is She Really

DISCLAIMER:

Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story centers on exhibition and voyeurism along with a touch of outercourse and (sort of) cuckolding and cheating. And yes, it also features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.

NOTE:

Each "Quickie" is an independent story featuring different characters, situations, and fetishes in each installment. These stories are meant to be shorter than my usual work and are more sex-driven and character-driven than strictly plot. Regardless, I hope you still enjoy them!

IS SHE REALLY?

"Check it out. She's asleep."

I glanced over to my fiancée on the couch next to me. Sure enough, Sadie lay snuggled up against the edge of the sofa dozing peacefully, her head resting on its arm. The light from the television played across her face, making her somewhat intimidatingly beautiful features appear softer, less striking. Even sleeping, she looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

"Her mouth's open," her best friend Piper said, snickering and nudging me with her elbow.

I stifled a laugh not wanting to disturb her and ruin the image. It made me smile seeing Sadie in such an innocent state with her jaw slack and lips parted. It was quite a natural, pure moment for what was otherwise a very fastidious girl. I was almost tempted to take a picture and capture the adorable moment forever. Until Piper's next comment turned it from sweet to salacious.

"Do you think she's dreaming about taking a dick inside of it?"

The question hit me like a slap to the face and my head whipped around to gape at Piper. Even in the mild darkness I could see the twinkle in her dark chocolate eyes, which stayed a beat longer on my sleeping fiancée before shifting to me. I continued to stare at her, my jaw hanging open over her inappropriate and crass question. I hoped between my reaction and the low light she didn't notice the shift in my pants from the sudden image that question brought forth of a stiff prick slipping past my fiancée's lips.

"What?" she said, cocking a thin eyebrow. The quirk at the corner of Piper's small lips gave away her lack of actual confusion but it did little to rein in my shock. She sat back into the cushion and twirled a strand of her straight brown hair. "She probably dreams of cock every night. And not just sucking them."

My skin flushed with fire. But rather than getting upset over Piper's words, I only got more flustered. I imagined Sadie sleeping beside me, the two of us side by side in our quiet bedroom, while a nightly chorus of debaucherous sex played out in her mind. The thought again made my dick stir. I swallowed hard, trying to think of how to respond to the filth coming out of my fiancée's best friend's mouth, when another depraved statement spewed forth.

"It's pretty hot, isn't it? While sleeping right there next to us, she's dreaming about taking a big, fat dick into that mouth of hers. What a cock slut."

I wish I could have said no. That it wasn't hot. That it was perverted and degrading to think that was what my fiancée was doing right now. That she wasn't sleeping peacefully, dreaming about our wedding or something nice and innocuous. That instead she was thinking about a dick in her mouth. About wrapping her lips around a thick pole and letting it pump in and out of her while drool dripped down her chin. But it was hot. It was really fucking hot.

"Piper! What--" I spun to check on Sadie, worried that my outburst might have roused her. Her impressive chest continued to rise and fall rhythmically, the large globes pressed together and almost spilling out of her scoop-necked t-shirt. I let out a relieved breath and turned back to Piper. "What the fuck? How can you talk about Sadie like that?"

"Oh, come on," she said and rolled her eyes. "She's sucked so many dicks, you have no idea."

"She... she has?"

"She's sucked yours, right?"

"Of course." I bristled at the question. "I'm her fiancé."

"And I bet she's really good at it." Again, that sparkle returned to Piper's dark eyes. "She's mentioned you've got a pretty big dick. I mean, she wouldn't marry you otherwise. But I bet she can take all of it into her throat. I bet she sucks dick better than any other girl you've been with."

I nodded slowly, anger and arousal turning to uncertainty.

"Exactly," Piper said with a self-satisfied smirk. "How do you think she got that good? All you had to do was ask her on a date and you were guaranteed to get your dick sucked. Any guy over nine inches she even let fuck her face."

I had never asked Sadie about her previous partners or sex life. I had assumed based on how she acted and her fun-loving but kind personality that she maybe dated only two or three guys prior to meeting me. Deep down inside though, I also didn't want to know. I didn't want to hear about any other guy that Sadie had hooked up with. She seemed so innocent, despite her pornstar body, that I wanted to maintain that angelic quality I saw in her. But apparently, I was wrong about not wanting to know. Because hearing those words come out of Piper's mouth caused my dick to strain at my pants, and now I wanted nothing more than to for her to continue.

"Have you-- " My words stuck in my suddenly dry throat and I licked my lips to get them out. "Have you seen her get her face fucked?"

"Oh, god yes." Piper licked her own lips and her legs subtly opened and closed over and over again. Was she getting turned on, too? The thought made my prick twitch. "Only twice but it was so hot. Those plump lips stretched around a fat dick as it rammed in and out of her mouth. Those big gray eyes opened wide and swimming with tears. The sounds of her throat and face getting used like a cheap, easy hole. So. Fucking. Hot."

I squirmed in my seat and Piper's eyes drifted down toward the giant tent pitched in my pants. A Cheshire grin spread across her face.

"I see you think it's pretty hot, too."

There was no denying or hiding it. The picture vividly painted by my fiancée's best friend of Sadie getting her beautiful face fucked by a massive dick was the most arousing thing I'd ever imagined. Whenever Sadie sucked my cock, she did so enthusiastically. Taking me deep in her throat and bouncing her gorgeous face up and down, but she always controlled the action. But all this time she was probably hoping I would tangle my hands into her golden blonde locks and use her mouth like a fleshlight. Treat her beautiful face like a well-used fuckdoll. The thought of her wanting to get used like that -- having been used like that -- turned me on to no end. Piper's next statement though sent my head into a spin.

"Has she cheated on you yet? She probably has."

I gasped, my cock throbbing at the idea. I couldn't help it. I was so lost in the perverse imagery of Sadie getting her face fucked that picturing her doing it with another guy crossed my erotic wires. Even worse, with Piper's eyes still lingering on my crotch she had to have noticed how my dick reacted.

"You've been together, what, eighteen months? I'm sure she's sucked a bunch of dicks by now."

"She would never." If I had any rational thought still in my head, I would have kicked Piper out for accusing Sadie of doing such a thing. Instead, I just protested verbally while sporting an erection that threatened to tear through my pants. It didn't help that the peaks of Piper's nipples were visible under her top. "Not a chance."

"She would, and it's a one hundred percent chance," Piper said. Her hand dropped down to her bare leg, landing on her inner thigh, and her fingers ran up and down the pale, creamy skin. Following her motions, I noticed for the first time that her spread position left her white panties visible to my eyes. I tore my gaze away and back toward her face.

"Has she ever gone out with a friend without you?"

Never a male one.

"Taken up a recent hobby that gets her out of the house?"

Nothing beyond wedding planning.

"Disappeared for a while at a nightclub?"

We never went to nightclubs.

I was beginning to think Piper was grasping at straws and that despite what she insisted, Sadie had been totally faithful with me. Then she hit a bullseye.

"Hung out with just her male coworkers?"

I flinched.

The entire time Piper had been firing question after question at me, her fingers had continued to move up and down her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her panty covered mound but never making contact. Until that question. When I reacted, her fingers found her slit and she let out a cross between a gasp and a laugh.

"I knew it," she whispered and moved her fingers leisurely up and down her panties. I was never really attracted to Piper, not when I had Sadie. My fiancée's best friend was very girl next door, with smaller boobs and hips but a nice butt and thighs. Piper was cute but Sadie was gorgeous. Yet in this moment, she looked incredibly sexy. Thin lips parted, eyes heavy with lust, and panties on display as she played with herself. For a split second, I found myself equally turned on by Piper as well as my fiancée. Leave it her to confuse my arousal even further. "How many guys and how many times has she hung out with them?"

"Five. They go out for drinks at least once a month."

"Unngh," Piper moaned and pressed her fingers harder against the growing wet spot in her panties. Her over-the-underwear masturbating grew more intense, and I could see the folds of her pussy molded to the fabric. I swallowed deeply and resisted the urge to touch myself. "I bet she's sucked off every one of them. I'm sorry, David, but every one of those coworkers has gotten the chance to feel her hot mouth on their fat cocks."

I wanted again to push back, to curse Piper out, but between the erotic display in front of me and the flashes of images in my head of Sadie sucking her coworkers' cocks -- squatting in an alley behind the bar, sitting on a toilet seat in the men's room, down on her knees in a dark corner or stairwell -- I was too busy leaking precum into my pants to argue. I'd met a few of Sadie's coworkers before and now I pictured them groaning in pleasure as my fiancée took their dicks into her throat, bobbing up and down with her jaw stretched wide.

"They usually all go out together," I squeaked out, as if any of the fantasies I had in my head required her to spend one-on-one time with anyone, as though she couldn't just sneak away and swallow their cum in under three minutes. Piper though assumed something different with that little reveal.

"Even better. She probably blew them all at once." Chin jutting out, brown eyes blazing, Piper panted as she used her free hand to squeeze at her breast from over her shirt. Her panties were buried between her slit by this point leaving the wet lips of her pussy visible as she frigged herself. "Do you know if they even went to bars? All this time she was probably just going to one of their houses and serving as their blowjob slut. The center in an oral circle jerk."

I groaned, unable to restrain myself any longer.

"I know. It's so hot knowing what a slut she is, isn't it? Thinking about all those dicks in her fuckhole mouth?" Piper's lust-filled eyes dropped to my crotch, and she gave a little nod while continuing to rub her drenched panties. "You can take it out. I wouldn't mind."

My hand moved toward the button of my shorts. My fingertips touched metal. I started to push it through the hole when I stopped, hesitating.

"This isn't right. I shouldn't... in front of you." The absurdity of my objection wasn't lost on me. Hearing about all the things Sadie did, taking my dick out in front of her best friend paled in comparison. Still, it seemed right to at least try and object. Even if it was ultimately futile.

"It's not like you're doing anything wrong. If she can suck five guys' dicks you can jerk off about it."

I finished pushing open the button on my shorts and unzipped my pants.

Piper let out a long and lusty moan once my rock-hard cock slithered free. "Fuck! You are big."

I wrapped my fingers around it and jerked my fist up and down its length. My tip was already slick with precum, and it helped my hand polish my pole more easily. I couldn't believe I was showing my fiancée's best friend my dick. I couldn't believe she was watching me jerk off. Even more, I couldn't believe I was doing it to the idea of my fiancée herself acting like a total mouth slut. I glanced over at her, still asleep next to me. She looked so peaceful, and the contrast between that serenity and the debauchery Piper described kept my dick well lubricated and leaking.

"God, that girl could really take a dick. Thinking about her taking five at once..." Piper hissed. Her eyes focused on my stiff prick and mine took in her wet fingers, moving in rapid circles on her now exposed clit. I could see my fiancée's best friend's entire pussy and a bit of the dark brown hair above her slit. "You like knowing that about her, don't you? Knowing that your gorgeous, big-titted fiancée spends her time letting her coworkers pummel her mouth with their dicks?"

I groaned and jerked my hips. I couldn't believe how frankly Piper talked about Sadie doing something like that. As though it was a forgone conclusion that my fiancée had given someone else -- multiple someone elses -- blowjobs behind my back. That she probably sat them down on a couch just like this, crawled between their legs, and allowed them to grab her golden locks and roughly bounce her slutty face up and down their cocks. A sharp pain gripped at my chest and a stone grew in my stomach. Did Piper know something I didn't?

"Has she told you that she...?" I trailed off, unable to complete the thought.

Piper let out a disappointed sigh. "No. She never tells me about this stuff anymore."

Relief washed over me, and I experienced a moment of clarity. Maybe Sadie did do things like that in the past. Maybe she did act like a slut and suck off almost every guy she knew. It didn't mean she did that now. That she did it behind my back. She could have changed. My hand slowed down.

"But she's cheated on every guy she's dated," Piper interjected, snapping my attention back to her. "The longer she was with a guy, the more likely she was to move from opening her mouth to spreading her legs. With you, she's definitely fucked at least one of those coworkers."

My cock pulsed and a stream of clear, slimy precum shot out from my tip and landed on Piper's thigh. She gasped and tossed her head back, her eyes rolling upward, before she pitched her head forward again and gave me a perverse smile. My jerking had returned to its previous pace.

"You really think so?"

"I'm fucking sure of it."

"There's this one guy," I said and took over talking to allow Piper to grunt and moan while driving straight toward the cliff's edge. "She's talked about him a few times... always complimentary of his work, says he's a great 'collaborator.' Now that I, unf, think about it, I feel like she gets a little hot every time she brings him up." Piper's mouth hung open, her chest hitched and heaved. "They've worked late together a few times. She probably does it then."

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" Piper whispered in forcefully subdued breath. I stopped my stroking as she climaxed, telling myself that it was because it'd feel weird if we came together and not because I wanted to hold off and hear more. Her face scrunched up in pleasure, the muscles in Piper's legs twitched and trembled, her body tensing, until she released with a sigh and leaned back into the arm on her side of the couch.

"It's good that you've accepted it," she said. Her lust-glazed eyes drifted to my still hard cock. "If I was as bad as Sadie, I'd let you stick your dick in me so you could get off. But we're not cheating sluts like her, are we?" I shook my head, refusing to accept or acknowledge the lines we've already crossed. "A panty fuck seems okay, though, doesn't it?"

Compared to giving your mouth up for use by multiple guys or fucking one of your coworkers on a regular basis, Piper's suggestion sounded almost reasonable. As long as we didn't cross that barrier, as long as there was no sort of penetration between us, we'd have done less than my fiancée. At least, that's what I told myself. I joined Piper on her side of the couch.

"Besides, you're still thinking about her. Getting off to her," Piper said, climbing onto my lap reverse cowgirl. She reached down and took hold of my cock. I heard her quietly moan and for a scant few seconds, she beat me off and I rocked my hips into her grip. Then she used her other hand to widen the leg hole of her panties and guided my dick through the opening. My cock ran across her slit, her juices leaving a wet trail across the top of my shaft, until her panty-clad ass touched my base. It was a new and unusual sensation. The tightness of her panties had my cock straining against the fabric on one side and pressed against her pussy and pubic hair on the other. Whispering hotly over her shoulder, she said, "Even though your dick is in my panties, touching my cunt, it's still Sadie the slut getting railed by her coworker that you're thinking about."

I reared back and rocked forward, making her gasp. Using the back of the couch and her legs for support, Piper stayed elevated as I pumped my dick into her panties and against her slit. My thick shaft split her pussy lips apart and dragged across her clit; my cockhead pushed into the barrier of her panties, stretching the material out.

"They probably fuck in the office all the time," Piper panted. "She probably sucked his cock, nngh, the day after meeting him. Let him hammer her throat on their lunch breaks, swallowing his cum between meetings." Piper adjusted her position so I could better grind at her clit. It left my dick running the entire length of her mound, poking past the waistband of her panties. The elastic gripped me tight, heightening my pleasure. "How long after you proposed was it until she worked late again?"

"The next day."

"Oh god. That slut. She probably fucked him for the first time that night."

I remembered that instance specifically because I had made reservations for us at an expensive restaurant to celebrate and had to cancel them. Sadie insisted she needed to work late and finish a major project. To think the real reason was so she could get her pussy stuffed by another guy's dick.

"He probably expected another blowjob, her choking on his cock from under the desk while he worked. Imagine what it looked like when he got to take her on top of that desk. When he slipped his dick inside of her pussy. She'd look so hot getting fucked like that. On her back, gripping the edge of the desk, those big tits bouncing wildly." I could easily picture it, having fucked Sadie in that position many times. I could vividly see her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes clenched shut, pouty lips parted and panting; and those breasts of hers, dark pink nipples hard and swinging circles from the impact of a cock plowing into her. "You love that she's a slut, don't you? That she's a cheating, cock-hungry whore who can't keep her legs closed or her mouth shut."

I moaned and humped against Piper harder, a powerful orgasm fast approaching, built up from all the edging we had done talking about my fiancée's numerous slutty acts.

"Look at her." I focused back into the present. We were both facing Sadie's sleeping form as we rutted against each other. "Look at that face. At that body. You know what a body like that is for."

I did know. I'd always known. Deep down.

It was a body made to get fucked. That needed to get fucked. She was too gorgeous, too sexy, with too perfect of a body. Even though I'd only ever known her as this charming, sweet girl, part of me had its doubts. Part of me assumed that she fucked easily. That she enjoyed getting used. That she craved being treated like an object. Like a walking sex doll.