Some time had passed since the big drunken night where I had watched my girlfriend Jess get fucked by our roommate Ethan. They had a longstanding agreement where she'd blow him once a day, predating our relationship.
It may already sound like a wild dynamic to begin with, but things really began to go off the rails after the night where I (tipsily, on the spot, and without an ounce of foresight) gave permission for them to finally fuck, and right in front of me, no less.
The blowjobs had not slowed down since then. Being present to see Jess suck Ethan's long, thick cock that night had broken down the stigma in their eyes, and they had stopped being as private about the blowjobs as they were before.
Ethan used to always call Jess over to his room when he'd claim his cocksucking in the mornings, but Jess was sometimes too tired to walk down the hallway (but not too tired to slurp a huge dick it seemed), and would take Ethan on the spot, figuring I must be okay with it, since I hadn't voiced any discontent that one night. Oh, that one drunken night, how it continued to haunt me.
Usually I would pretend to still be asleep so I could turn over and ignore the sucking, licking, and frantic cock-kissing, which even when Jess tried to tone it down so as not to "wake" me was still louder than the average cocksucker.
On days where she already knew I was awake when Ethan came in for his daily sucking, though, I had no choice but to lay through it with my eyes open. I'd try not to focus too hard on Ethan's humongous dick surging in and out of my girlfriend's eager mouth, or the absolute fervour with which she'd plant her lips on the head of his cock, kissing it with so much passion that it was like it was another boyfriend of hers.
Our air conditioning had long since been fixed, but throughout the summer Jess continued to hang out around the apartment in her underwear. It seemed obvious that the stigma around being unclothed in the common spaces of our apartment had just been dispelled and Jess was just more comfortable prancing around in her panties. However, a part of me wondered if she was doing it on purpose to attract more attention from Ethan.
She'd wear a lot of skimpy thongs, though she always had, just underneath her pants. Still, it was hard to walk into the kitchen and see her bent over the counter, pointing her ass out in a tight g-string, and not speculate if it was an intentional act.
Times where she would hang out pantsless she'd also go shirtless, and in bras that framed her tits really well. There were a few times, usually when the summer heat was at its peak, where she'd also forgo the bra.
One time, I was witness to a conversation between her and Ethan in our hallway where she asked his opinion on a pair of very cheeky pink panties she was wearing, turning her bum towards him and arching it out to showcase it as well as possible.
"Wow, those are actually really hot on you," he replied. I had told her earlier I didn't like them as much as some of her other panties when asked, but she wore them every week after that interaction with Ethan.
Jess making food in the kitchen or doing her laundry with her tits out in nothing but a thong definitely made my jealousy flare up when Ethan was around. I'd already been okay with her being near-naked with Ethan before, not to mention me being complicit in their sexual relationship continuing, so it was hard for me to feel justified in mentioning it.
I still felt a sense of inertia around my dignity. If I just sucked it up and kept quiet, I could maybe save face. How humiliating would it be to have to bring this up now, after so many months of seemingly being okay with things? If anything had to stop, I'd basically have to admit that I felt insecure about Ethan and his huge cock being in and around my girlfriend, and I didn't want to live here knowing that Jess and Ethan both knew this.
Possibly even worse than this, though something I would have even less control over, was that Ethan had also started walking around our apartment in his underwear. At least seeing my girlfriend in tiny panties was still a massive turn-on, even if it was accompanied by these other feelings.
Seeing Ethan in tight form-fitting briefs, on the other hand, did nothing but make me feel inadequate by comparison. I'd get a pit in my stomach every time Jess and I would be in a room and he'd come in, his thick bulge swinging and slapping against his own thighs.
My eyes were usually too transfixed on his package to notice if Jess was having any kind of reaction. It was hard to tell with how tight the underwear he generally wore was, but I think times where he'd walk in and see Jess in her panties, his cock would start to swell against its tight fabric.
Ethan had even taken to occasionally walking through the apartment fully naked, though rarely, and usually out of convenience. A few times, he'd waltzed out of the bathroom after a shower, and just opted to not wrap a towel around his hips while making his way to his bedroom.
Seeing his massive dick without the restrictions a pair of tight boxer briefs imposed on it made me feel even worse the first time it had happened. Even soft, his cock was thicker than mine could ever be, and reached halfway down his muscular thighs.
The first time I saw this, Jess thankfully wasn't around to see my reaction; the second time, she was around and I witnessed hers. Her jaw dropped out of surprise, even though this was the same cock she'd get well-acquainted with most mornings. My guess is seeing it in this different context caught her off guard, though, and she didn't have time to disguise a slight high-pitched moan.
Thankfully, the fucking didn't become a regular thing after that first night months ago. It wasn't a complete non-issue, though. A few weeks after that, Jess brought it up again. I was dreading having this conversation, but when I had run through it in my head, I didn't imagine it would be as brief and informal as it was.
"Hey, you don't mind if Ethan and I have sex again, do you?" she casually chimed one evening, leaning into our bedroom door to ask me while I was sitting in bed on my laptop.
Caught off guard and without giving much thought to what I was being asked, I gave a knee-jerk response of "No." Damn it! My too-agreeable instincts screwed me over again.
Jess was already half way out the door after chirping out a quick "Cool." Of course it wouldn't be too late for me to say wait, I changed my mind, and I know Jess would respect my wishes if I did ask for her to stop.
Somehow, though, it was less humiliating in my mind to pretend I was fully okay with all of this. What was I even supposed to say to Jess, that I was jealous of this man with his massive man-cock because he makes me look like a boy? I'd basically be admitting that by telling her I was uncomfortable with everything, it'd be obvious to everyone.
