*Note: Be sure to read parts one and two to this series*
The summer following our Valentine's Day experience was a rough one for our guy friend. Their relationship was still going strong, but due to health concerns with his girl, their sex life had to temporarily halt.
We did what we could for him by sending more videos and photo sets, now dirtier than ever. We sent blowjob videos, cumshot pics, and she did some solo masturbation videos for him as well.
It was as much of a turn on for us as it was him, so it was a win-win.
On a particularly bad day, we were messaging back and forth while I was at work. On top of being stressed out about his girl's health, he was dealing with work and family issues.
I invited him over to do some gaming after work, which he accepted.
When we got together, we decided to play some one on one fighting video games. We each sat on either end of the couch and my girl sat between us. Over the years it had become tradition to play at least a few rounds against each other as our favorite characters every time he came over. It was competitive but never in any sort of toxic way, we were pretty evenly matched.
About an hour into it, my phone buzzed with a message notification.
"He's been eyeballing me a lot. I think it's the outfit." My girl messaged me.
I didn't even notice until then. She was wearing the same flannel shirt from the Valentine's Day pics she took with his girl. It was probably bringing up some memories.
I didn't respond, but my thoughts were definitely betraying me as I started to lose more often. I was way too distracted.
An idea hit me.
Between matches I shot her a message back. "What if you 'distracted us' while we play? What if you 'distract' whoever has the upper hand?"
"What do you mean?" She asked in a follow-up message.
"Like a mini strip tease or something, directed at whoever has the upper hand in a match."
"You're okay with that? Because that sounds really fun."
"Yes."
Before we started the next match, my girl interjected. "Wait, I have an idea."
"What's up?" Our friend asked.
She explained what we had discussed in secret with a playful grin.
His face turned red. "I don't know, I want to, you know I do...but it's different when my girl's not here."
"It'll just be visual. Not any different than when we send you the emails." My girl explained.
"I'm definitely on board." I chimed in.
"Okay," he agreed with some clear hesitation. "Just don't go overboard."
"Awesome!" My girl exclaimed happily.
Round one, fight!
I had the upper hand again early on.
She unbottoned her shirt down about halfway and fished her bra out and tossed it aside, keeping her breasts concealed.
Once I had a solid lead, she opened one side of her shirt so I could see her breast, but he couldn't.
I couldn't help but look. Her nipple stood erect, like it was begging for me to suck it.
I kept my lead going, I was seeing it more as a reward than destruction at this point and actually fought harder.
She raised her hand to her mouth and sucked them, pulling them away wet and glistening. She teased her nipple with her fingers, her saliva making it wet and shiny.
I almost had him beat at that point but my mind left the fight completely. I wanted nothing more than to touch her exposed breast, to taste it.
I lost the round.
Round two, fight!
It was a rough start. I couldn't get my head back in the game. My cock was as hard as a rock and I just wanted my friend to leave so I could fuck her brains out at that point.
Her attention shifted as he had the lead. I couldn't tell completely what she was doing, but I assumed it was the same thing.
It was more of a distraction for him than it was for me, probably because I saw them regularly. That being said, I found myself getting even more turned on than when she was distracting me.
I shifted and realized how wet I was already.
I couldn't get the lead back, I kept thinking about how much he must have been enjoying it.
The match ended in a loss for me.
My girl got up and grabbed a blanket to put over all three of us, covering from the stomach down.
Intrigued, we started the next match.
Round one, fight!
My head had some time to clear this time. I was winning.
She rolled towards me and unbottoned her jeans, sliding them down. She lifted the blanket with one hand, and slid her other down to her shaved pussy.
She ran her fingers along her slit, bringing them away wet.
She was as turned on as I was.
She traced her wet fingers around her nipple, making it glisten with her precum.
My lead was slipping but I still had it.
She reached down and did it again, this time, running her slick fingers across her lips, licking them clean after.
The round ended. Somehow, I still won.
Round two, fight!
My friend came out strong and took an early lead. She did, what I assumed was the same thing she did to me. And again, it was more of a turn on for me when she was focused on him. He annihilated me.
Round three, fight!
He came out ahead again, taking an early lead.
This time I had no idea what she could be doing. For the first time, he was seeing her new method before I did.
I noticed her hand drift up towards his face, and then he lost it.
Whatever that was, it worked, I took the lead fast.
She shifted her attention back towards me, once again, reaching down to he pussy. This time, she slid two of her fingers inside herself and started grinding against them, opening her mouth in a silent moan.
I fought like hell, trying not to let my lead slip.
She took her wet fingers out, and brought them just inches from my lips. I could smell her, almost taste her.
My lead slipped away faster than his did when she did it to him.
She rolled back over to face him again, doing I don't know what. There wasn't enough time left in the match though, I lost.
"Guys," she said. "I'm loving this, but I'm going to run out of things I can do if there's no touching."
"Touching doesn't bother me." I said.
"I don't know," my friend said.
"What if I don't touch your cock?" She offered.
He thought about it for a few, then agreed that it should be fine.
Round one, fight!
He had the early lead again, but she made him lose it immediately.
She couldn't really hide it from view this time, she opened her shirt and was dragging her breasts against his bare arm that was closest to her.
When the lead shifted, she tore her shirt completely off and tossed it aside. She started dragging her tits along my arm as well.
The lead shifted again, and so did her attention.
She slid his arm between her tits, and squeezed them against his arm and started move like his arm was titty fucking her.
I about dropped my controller at that point. Somehow, he kept his composure enough to win the round.
Round Two, fight!
I couldn't get my head right. My pants were soaked with precum at this point and I just wanted to fuck.
He had the lead.
She raised herself higher and started brushing her tits across the side of his face.
"Come on!" She urged. Just turn your head for a second and open your mouth."
I could tell he was trying his hardest to focus on the game. But was it because he wanted to win, or because he didn't want to cross a line?
He gave in. He shot his face towards her and she shoved one of her tits in his mouth.
It didn't even help me win because I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. I could see the ecstasy that filled him and it was making me reach a state of ecstasy of my own.
She shot me a grin, she was loving it too. She knew she had all the power right now. That she could manipulate this to go any direction she wanted and we wouldn't care. Post nut clarity might have something different to say about it, but now, in the moment, she was our goddess.
He took one hand off the controller, cupping and squeezing the breast he was sucking on.
I went in for the kill.
She pulled away after I won the round.
Round three, fight!
I came out ahead, so my girl straddled me, shoving her tits in my face.
I sucked at them while trying to see around her. My hard, wet cock pressed against her naked, wet pussy through my jeans and it was all I could do to not cum on the spot.
He took the lead so she shifted back to him.
She had been naked and out from the blanket for a while now so there was no hiding what she was doing.
She slipped a finger inside her pussy, it came back out, almost dripping. She slid her glistening finger across his lips.
"Taste me," she urged.
He licked his lips clean and lost all focus.
I took advantage and went in for the win.
