"Okay, baby, I will. I promise!" Juliet reassured me as she pecked me on the cheek, holding my hand. Then she turned away. She skipped towards him and the black Nissan car door he held open, bubbling with excitement. As the saying goes, I loved to watch her leave. As the door closed, the last thing I saw was Juliet's ass, trying and succeeding to escape the white denim mini-skirt I picked for her. She didn't bother fixing her exposed cheeks as she sat down in his car, on her way to get fully, thoroughly fucked.
A torrid of emotions ran through me. There was hesitation and anxiety knowing what I just allowed to happen. These emotions were quickly overpowered by lust and excitement. The more I thought about it, the more I knew. We were ready. I was ready. It was finally time.
I made the 15 minute drive back to my apartment, plugged my phone into the wall next to my bed, and waited. As much as we were both turned on by the idea of her fucking someone from campus, we knew our first time would be better with someone else. Jason had the perfect profile. Tall, funny, ten years older, curly-haired, handsome and DILFy, and not his first time fucking someone's wife.
They sounded good together- Juliet and Jason. We sent him a simple, Hey, and he knew just what to do with it, sparking an entertaining conversation that eventually turned sexual. For a few weeks, he and Juliet shared steamy messages, flirty pictures, and constant memes that inched them closer to what they both wanted. Juliet wanted to know he was safe, but dominant. Jason wanted to know that she and I were ready to handle him.
I was in on the banter as well, checking their messages on my phone anytime I wanted to get turned on. It worked. I was the one who broached the idea of playing with another guy, and after coming to terms with the idea, Juliet has been 100% on board. She has played her part perfectly, seducing us both over the course of weeks. I was ready to ravage her, but wanted Jason to have her first.
"Baby, I think we should make it happen," Juliet said to me that Tuesday night. We had a party to go to Saturday, so we decided Friday would be the day. Fortunately Jason was free, and we made plans to get dinner together a few towns away, where Jason lived. Hopefully far enough to avoid any of the 2,500 recognizable faces from our small college campus.
I picked an outfit for her, one of the parts of this experience I was most looking forward to. I loved the idea of picking the perfect outfit for Juliet to wear to his house. No one knew her body better than me, and I loved the opportunity to show her off. I picked a white denim miniskirt, a black crop top, pink push-up bra with matching thong, and her black cowboy boots, a perfect outfit for a slutty, warm September night.
When we got to Sun King Sushi, the restaurant we agreed on, plans quickly changed. Jason was already inside the small restaurant, waiting at a table for three. Seated at a large round table next to him were 9 of Juliet's mostly-blonde sorority sisters, celebrating some other blonde girl's 20th birthday. She was not about to walk in there wearing this, clearly on a date with two me. She texted Jason.
"Change of plans, daddy," she said. "Come to parking lot."
Jason came outside. He wore a grey sweater, blue jeans, matching grey loafers, and wore cologne. He hugged Juliet and shook my hand, simultaneously intimidating me and earning my trust as I looked into his piercing blue eyes. As much as I wanted to watch her flirt with him, and maybe more, I knew this was it. The moment when I had to trust what I wanted. It was time to let it happen.
"How about the two of you go spend some time together," I said. For our first time, we decided she should go to his house alone and keep me posted throughout. I loved the idea of fucking her alongside someone else, but we wanted to take things slow. Just one new thing at a time.
Juliet looked at me once more before leaving for her date. "Thank you, baby." She whispered. "This is gonna be fun."
"Keep me posted, babe!" I said.
