Dear Reader,
Lately, I've been really into the idea of having multiple partners at once. I suspect being in lockdown for over a year is part of the reason for this. In order to alleviate some sexual frustration, I wrote this story. The point of view in this story switches between Elle and James. I try to make this clear by writing the character's name at the top of each new section. This story also has a secondary theme of exhibition and voyeurism.
Your comments, good or critical, are appreciated. Feel free to email me if you have questions or longer comments. I enjoy connecting with people in this community.
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Elle
James rolled off me, leaned over to give me one more kiss, and asked, "What's gotten into you, Elle? That sex was amazing."
Yeah, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to tell my boyfriend of almost three years that I really loved him, but had this deep down fantasy of doing more than one guy at once while he watched. And every time I thought about it while we were having sex, it really got me going.
"Nothing, it was just really good sex."
"That's what you said the last time we had sex."
"It was really good sex then too."
"Nope, there's something else. What aren't you telling me?" James asked as he began to kiss my neck. "Don't hold out on me, Elle. What's going on in that head of yours?"
I closed my mouth tightly, my lips forming a thin line. James and I had a good thing. Telling him I wanted anonymous cock, like a whole bunch of anonymous cock, probably wouldn't go well.
James leaned back and stared at me. "You really aren't going to tell me?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Did you do something that will upset me?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then just tell me. We can talk about whatever is on your mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Please. It's hurting me more that you won't tell me."
I take a breath, then another, and another after that. "Please don't be mad at me when I tell you this."
"Elle, I love you and I trust you. Please just tell me."
"I want you to watch," I start lamely.
"Watch? Watch what?"
"I have this recurring fantasy about you watching me."
"You mean with another man?"
I study James's face for any sign of anger, but don't see the reaction I expected. His face seems open, relaxed. It looks like there is even a slight smirk spilling over his lips.
"Something like that."
"Elle, please don't be so evasive. Just tell me."
"I have a fantasy that you watch me have sex with three or four men I don't even know." I wait for James to say something and when he doesn't, I say, "And then we kick the men out and have wild sex."
I continue to stare at James waiting for any kind of reaction. He rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. James says nothing for a solid minute. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. He's so pissed he can't even look at or speak to me.
When James finally does speak, he says quietly, "That's really hot, Elle."
It was my turn to be quiet, straight up speechless. I stare at him for several seconds. Finding my voice again, I say, "You really like the idea?"
"It really does turn me on. Are you serious about doing this?"
"Well, you play a major role in this fantasy so..."I let my voice trail off, not sure how to finish.
"So if I agreed, you would go through with this fantasy?"
"I don't know, James." I hadn't expected him to be so open to the idea, and now every "what if" scenario was popping into my head.
"What don't you know?"
"What if the guys are total assholes? What if one of them has some disease? What if I can't find a group of guys willing to be naked with hard-ons in the same room together?"
"Elle, slow down, we're just talking."
"I know. I just didn't expect you to like my fantasy so much that you ask me how serious I am about it."
"Let me think about your fantasy for a bit. But in the meantime, you've gotten me hard all over again."
I look down at James's cock and see it's at full attention.
James
I grab Elle and pull her on top of me. We start making out. My hands grip her back, sliding up and down. I was so turned on by her fantasy that I wanted to devour my girlfriend. Never had I given thought to Elle with another man, or men, in this case. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.
Rolling over so Elle's tight body is under mine, I ask, "Where do we find these men?" I kiss her neck waiting for a response.
"Some hotel bar in another town."
"Yeah," I say kissing between her breasts and down her flat stomach, "and how do you pick them up?"
"I'm dressed in a short skirt and low slung top. I'm not wearing any panties." Elle drags out the word panties as my tongue flicks over her clit.
"Keep talking, Elle. What happens next?" Elle squirms a bit as I insert one finger into her pussy.
"I picture this group of businessmen sitting at a table close to us." Elle stops speaking and groans as my lips close around her clit. She's absolutely gushing as she tells me this fantasy.
"Don't stop now. The story is just getting good."
Elle sucks in her breath and resumes. "You bump your phone onto the floor and ask me to pick it up. When I bend over, the businessmen get a clear view under my skirt. You just smile at them, even lift up my skirt a little more."
I move back up Elle's body, lift her legs, and slide my cock into her very wet pussy. "Yeah, then what happens?" Elle's arms wrap around my back, pulling me tight to her body."
"They approach our table. You invite them to sit down and make sure I am in the middle of them. Their hands start to roam over my legs, up my skirt. You all just keep drinking, talking, acting like there is nothing going on under the table, while I struggle to maintain my composure. Finally, you invite them all up to the room."
I pick up my pace, pumping into my girlfriend. She's moaning now, her fantasy making her euphoric.
"Do you take on more than one man?" I ask.
"Yeah, one in the mouth, one in the pussy, and jacking another with my hand."
Becoming too lost in the moment to speak, I move my hand down between Elle's legs and begin rubbing her clit. I feel her squeeze around my cock as her adorable O face falls into place. Elle's body goes rigid, her nails digging into my back, and she lets out a groan. I followed her to O-ville just a few seconds later.
Elle
Never, not even in my wildest dreams, did I think James would like my fantasy as much as he did. I look at my phone and see it's well past midnight. James was sound asleep next to me, but I couldn't sleep. My stomach fluttered with excitement at possibly doing this and then twisted in worry about everything that could go wrong.
James rolls over, his arm wrapping around me. I move a little closer to him, enjoying his body heat and how safe I feel next to him. I relax and finally fall asleep.
James
The next morning all I could think about is Elle's fantasy. At lunch, I left my desk to go sit in my car. Pulling my phone out, I type in "Craigslist Personals Alternatives". Finding a few alternatives, I set up an account on two of them. Not wanting to tell Elle right away in case she got her hopes up and it all fell through, I paid for accounts using my business's credit card. Carla, my secretary, was definitely going to raise her eyebrows at those two charges. Hey, benefits of owning my own business.
***
It took a little effort, but I finally found three men who were interested and didn't make me feel like they were serial killers. I asked all the men to meet for drinks just to feel them out. Each of them agreed, and we met at a bar in a neighboring town.
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"James?"
"Hi there. Yes, I'm James. Nice to meet you." I respond, extending my hand.
"Hey, I'm Matt. It's nice to meet you too."
Matt is a tall slender man with dirty blond hair. He strikes me as a runner.
"Let me get you a drink," I say and call over the waitress.
Matt orders a beer and just as it arrives, I notice another man approaching the table. He looks as if he's around 5'10" or so with a shaved head and a goatee. He clearly lifts weights and has well built arms and shoulders.
Approaching the table with confidence, he asks, "Is one of you James?"
"Yes, that's me."
He extends his hand and says, "I'm Ian."
"Nice to meet you. This is Matt," I say pointing to the tall man. Ian nods at the man and takes a seat. He orders a drink from a passing waitress.
Just then, a third man shows up. He's carrying a few extra pounds, but nothing terrible. His hair is brown and he appears just a bit taller than Ian.
"Hey there, hoping there is a James at this table," he says, sounding a bit nervous.