Authors note:
This is part of the "A Man's Adventures" series. This, as all the other stories in this series, prior and forthcoming, are all at least partially true. The acts in these stories actually did take place, the names have been changed and the memories magnified. However, the places and acts described are actual events that have happened to me during my lifetime. The stories have no chronological order, instead are written as I recall and fantasize about my experiences.
If you enjoy reading this, or any other "A Man's Adventure" stories, your comments and reactions would be much appreciated.
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"God, I'd love to have a threesome. You, me and another girl..."
This was the phrase I heard the most during sex with Mollie. Sure. Every guys dream. Right? Well, yes, and no. Mollie wanted the threesome in the worst way. We fantasized about this happening for the entire three years we dated.
The fantasy was always the same and went something like this:
(Mollie) I want you to set it all up without me knowing. I want you to surprise me sometime by taking me to a hotel, blindfolding me and taking off all my clothes. It's not against my will, you know I want it, but I don't want to ever see the woman or know who it was. I want her to touch me, eat me, and let me do the same to her. I want you to fuck us both and I just want to hear, not watch.
Of course this fantasy suited me just fine. I think on some level she really wanted it to happen, but wasn't sure if she could do it or if I would set it up. When we talked about it, it always came back to "You know that's just a fantasy"... But when we were in the middle of hot, steamy sex, she'd beg for it and tell me how badly she wanted me to make this happen "No matter what I say when we're talking about it!"
Along the course of our years together, I owned a small business which had some employees. One of them, Holly, was the biggest slut you ever will know. Unfortunately, the only attractive thing about Holly was that she was willing to do ANYTHING with ANYONE ANYWHERE. I take it back. She also had nice tits. But that's where it ends. She was a big girl. Not fat. Solid. Thinking back I can't even tell you what made her ugly. But rest assured, this girl was hideously ugly. Of course the fact that she loved sex made all of the men who had her (me included) forget that she was ugly. None of us would ever admit to fucking her, but it was a known fact that all of us and countless others had.
Mollie had it in for Holly. She was convinced that I was fucking "that slut" and no matter what I said to her to convince her that I wasn't, she just wasn't buying it. So this went on for about 6 months. I was fucking Holly at the office, in her apartment, in her car, in my car, in hotels, wherever I could during the day. And going home at night to fuck Mollie, telling her that I'd never fuck "that hideous slut" because everyone else was and Mollie was all I needed to satisfy me.
Holly didn't have much to say about "The Bitch" either. I'd say that pretty much says it all. Holly and I took every opportunity to discreetly rub it in Mollie's face that I was getting some away from home. But, that's another story.
One afternoon while Holly was giving me the most incredible blow job, the phone rang. Wouldn't you know it was Mollie.
"Hey, baby! What's going on today?"
"Oh, not too much... Just the usual..."
"What're we doing this weekend... Anything special?"
"Maybe I found what you really want and we'll go to a hotel tonight" I teased.
The conversation went on, but the main idea was that she thought I was too chicken to do it. Of course, she also thought I was too chicken to have my cock in the office slut's mouth while I was on the phone.
Without a lot of boring details, Holly asked what that whole thing was about and I told her about Mollie's fantasy. Never wanting to miss a chance to put it in Mollie's face that she was fucking "Mollie's man" and knowing how much Mollie hated her the suggestion was...
"Why don't you make her fantasy come true. I'll be the other woman and she'll never know. I'll disguise my voice and try to keep the chatting to a minimum and we'll have a little fun at Mollie's expense."
I didn't have to be convinced. Holly and I went to a hotel to make reservations, had sex on the bed, then went separate ways until later. The details were all worked out.
I went home, told Mollie to take a shower and get ready because we were going out for dinner and then I had a surprise for her. In the mean time, I picked out her clothes. Part of the fantasy was that she wanted to look like a slut, a tasteful slut, but a slut none the less.
Let me tell you what Mollie looked like: 5'5, heavy, brown hair, brown eyes, 38D tits and a shaved pussy (because that's what I like!)
I picked out her outfit for the night. A short skirt, tight white shirt, black lace bra and matching panties. I also packed the blindfold without her knowing. She made a little noise about wearing the black under white, but I told her it was what I wanted and that if she was a good girl I might have a surprise for her.
At dinner I told her to flirt with the waiter. Just for kicks. I left to use the restroom and noticed that she was doing just as I asked. When I returned, he left and she was telling me about their conversation.
"I was telling him how cute he was and asking for his number..."
Right as we were getting ready to leave I told her to go into the bathroom, take off the panties and leave them on the table with her phone number just to see what would happen and let her really be slutty.