True story: One of my earlier boyfriends was a guy named Paul. We dated for over a year. Paul was a nice guy and, in general, a pretty good boyfriend. He always treated me well. Paul had a couple of best buddies, Steve and Jim, that he was very close to. Apparently, they had known each other since grade school and were life-long friends.
Paul spent a lot of time with his two friends. It seemed like even when we went out, his two friends would always catch up with us and hang out. This was fine with me as they were nice guys, fun, and good-looking also.
As our sexual relationship evolved, Paul began talking dirty to me during sex. He was pretty much fascinated with the thought of me having sex with other men. His fantasy slowly evolved to him wanting to watch me while I had sex with other men. I thought it was a bit weird at first, but then as I played along, it became hot to see how worked up this sex talk was making him. I took this as harmless dirty talk during sex.
Paul was into photography, so I incorporated this into our sex talk fantasies. During sex, I whispered to him how I would love for him to watch and take pictures as I fucked another guy. This comment always put him over the top. It was like a trigger that made him ejaculate every time. I began to enjoy talking dirty to him during sex. I realized he had fantasies of watching me have sex with others, and I used this to tease and arouse him. Sex was much better when we talked dirty.
One evening, during sex, Paul began to tell me how he wanted to watch me fuck another guy. We had just spent the evening with his two friends, so I responded that I would love for him to watch me as I gave his two friends, Steve and Jim, blowjobs. Well, this small comment set him into orbit. He just lost all control and had one of the biggest eruptions I have ever seen him have. He just went ape shit crazy... lol
Did he have a voyeuristic tendency? Did he really want to watch me have sex with his two friends?
After that evening, he began mentioning his fantasy of watching me have sex with his friends, even when we weren't having sex. He would tease me about it, but at times he seemed serious. He even brought it up a couple of times when his friends were present. I was a bit embarrassed at first, but then I played along with him and his friends. After all, he was just teasing me. It was just a fantasy, wasn't it? He knew I would never do anything like that. He knew I was a nice girl, sort of.
By now, I had gotten to know his friends pretty well, and I liked both of them. Steve was a tall, slender guy with a great sense of humour, and Jim was on the shy side, but a real cutie. Of the two, I liked Jim the most. I could easily picture myself dating Jim, as he was my type, probably more so than Paul. We would always hug and playfully kiss when we greeted each other. They were good to me and would do anything for me. They treated me better than my boyfriend, Paul, most of the time.
Paul's fantasy was starting to make me think. I started to fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with his friends. They were both good looking and, surprisingly, not dating anyone. The more Paul talked about his fantasy, the more aroused we both got. His fantasy was quickly becoming my fantasy as well.
Unlike Paul, his friends always noticed what I was wearing and would comment on how sexy I was dressed. The compliments and comments always became more suggestive the more they drank, which was often.
I began teasing them. When I knew we were spending the evening with them, I would wear something a bit more revealing to tease them. I knew they were always checking me out, so I played along. I liked teasing them. I liked the attention they always gave me.
Paul was into photography, and he had convinced me to take semi-naked pictures at the time. He said the pictures were for his eyes only, but I knew he was showing his friends. After all, he is a guy. I was strict with Paul about keeping my photos private, but in reality, the thought of his friends seeing naked pictures of me was hot and arousing. I wondered if they liked my boobs. Would they date me if I wasn't dating Paul? What would it be like to have sex with Jim? Which one would be better in bed? Yes, they were both in my head.
Paul and I made plans to meet the guys at the local bar one evening. Things weren't going well between us at this point in our relationship. Paul was becoming a bit of a bore, and my mind was starting to wonder about dating other men. I was also becoming more excited about meeting his friends for the evening than Paul, in particular Jim, as I was becoming fond of him. I began flirting more with Jim, but I knew he was tight with Paul and would never cross any line.
For whatever reason, this particular evening I decided to wear something a bit more revealing than I usually did. It was a hot summer evening, so I picked out a loose, flimsy low-cut top and a denim skirt. Normally I would have worn something underneath the top as it was so low-cut and flimsy, but it was hot and humid and I wanted it to be breezy. Of course, I wore high heels with the outfit. My hair was perfectly in place.
It was quite evident that I wasn't wearing a bra. The top was giving me no support whatsoever, and when I moved or walked, my breasts swung and jiggled freely. I had to be careful that everything didn't fall out. Overall, it was a poorly fitting top, and I briefly entertained the idea of running back and changing it, but then decided not to, as I was already running late. Besides, I couldn't wait to see how the guys would react to my outfit, especially Jim.
Well, maybe I went a bit too far with my outfit. As I walked into the bar, I could feel every guy in the place looking at me. I have always been on the shy side, and I really don't like too much attention. But as I walked through the bar, I could feel my breasts swaying and my nipples rubbing on the thin material. Damn, they were getting erect and I could feel them pushing up on my thin top. I soon realized that the bar lighting shone right through my thin top, making it virtually see through. Yikes! No wonder why they were all looking at me. It was summer, and I didn't bring a sweater or jacket to cover up. My boobs were on display!
Paul's friends couldn't help but notice and soon began teasing me about my firm little nipples poking through and out of my top. I was having a hard time keeping my breasts covered as the straps kept slipping off my shoulders. They began to question Paul if he had taken any topless pictures of me and if he would like to share them. Paul suggested they buy us a round of drinks if they wanted to see a couple of photos. I thought he was joking. He wouldn't, would he? They quickly accepted his offer.
Paul opened up his cell phone with photos of me semi-naked and passed them around the table. I was horrified. The guys loved the photos and were teasing me relentlessly. They all wanted copies. I turned beet red with embarrassment. I just laughed along with them. What could I say? I have to admit, it was very arousing to see these guys goggly over my photos.
Later in the evening, we all returned to Paul's place to hang out. This was common practice, it seemed. There was always a lot of drinking. I wasn't much of a drinker. Being small-framed, it only took two drinks to get me drunk. That evening, the guys kept pouring me drinks.
