Man Down

STU

It was only when Stu saw his girlfriend French-kissing the hottest woman they'd ever met, without even getting a semi, that he started to think something might be wrong.

Stu and Amy had been going out for a couple of years and had moved in together about 18 months ago. They met through mutual acquaintances and had an instant attraction that burned hot. Both being passionate people, there were often fireworks, but it was that strength and intensity of passion that drew them back together just as much as it caused the rows.

Slowly, real life started to take its toll. Gone now were the nights, weekends, of lust where they'd only leave the bed to fetch the pizza from the delivery guy. Amy's long hours at the agency, and Stu's early morning shifts, meant less and less time spent with each other.

In those moments when it was sexy time, Stu had increasingly found himself taking the lead. When they met, it was usually Amy who'd dragged him into another room, into the wood or down an alley for a quickie. Now, Stu was the one instigating, coming up with scenarios, and he felt like Amy was just going through the motions - if she even responded at all.

He found it exhausting, and frustrating, trying to keep things fresh and exciting, like they had been at the beginning. He was starting to worry that maybe their relationship had burned out.

Eventually, after another satisfying but unadventurous session of lovemaking, he broached the subject with Amy. "Do you think we're getting boring?"

"Mmmm what?" she said, wiping some saliva from her lips.

"I mean, we used to just tear the clothes off each other when we were alone. Now we watch TV in our PJs and only fuck two or three times a week. What happened to us?"

"Babe, we both work so hard. And the sex is still good, yeah?" She started kissing her way down his chest, stroking his hardening cock as she trailed down towards it. She smiled, and he smiled in reply.

"Yeah," he admitted. When we have it. His eyes closed as her lips wrapped around him, and he almost lost track of where he was going with the conversation. "I guess I miss the excitement."

"I blew you in my parents' kitchen last weekend," she slobbered, deepthroating him, repeating the memory. Stu remembered how he heard her mum on the stairs as he'd unloaded into Amy's throat, and had to stand in front of the sink and pretend to wash the pans so nobody could see his flies were undone with his cock hanging out. That look in Amy's eyes as she showed him his cum rolling over her tongue while peering from behind her mum's shoulder...

"I know babe." But the truth was, these incidents were rare. The thrill was largely gone. "I just want to keep that spark, y'know?"

Amy was really going to town on his cock now, choking herself trying to take it all. Stu was a generously endowed guy; Amy was the only girl he'd ever had who could or would take him all, pussy and mouth. And, maybe one day, ass too, he hoped. He watched her flicking her clit as her eyes bugged out and his tip blocked her throat, her lips finally reaching his belly and balls. He cupped her head, knowing what she wanted, holding her there, pretending to trap her impaled on his monster cock - and she came, hard, sliding her mouth back off him as her legs quivered. "Fuck..." she gasped, chest heaving, breasts swaying, her red face slowly returning to normal. He dragged her up, and she slid herself down over his rock-hard member, began to fuck him even as her own orgasm still pulsed through her.

Stu watched her supple body writhe over him; grabbed one of her large swinging breasts and brought the nipple to his lips as she rode him.

"Maybe...", Amy began.

Stu broke away, to look at her face. She closed her eyes, shook her head.

"What?" he asked.

"I dunno..." She stroked over his chest. "D'you, you know, ever think about having anyone else?"

"You mean fantasies? I quite fancy Katy Perry," he replied.

"No, I mean, having someone else with us?"

Stu was stunned. Was Amy really suggesting that? "What sort of someone? Isn't my cock enough for you?" he asked with a smile, grabbing her hips and plunging deep inside her, pushing on her cervix in that way she loved but his previous girlfriends had hated. He loved how it made her eyes roll back.

"God, you know you're enough for any woman. No, I was thinking... Maybe if we found the right girl...?" She stared down into his eyes.

Shit, it's a trap. How the fuck do I answer that, Stu wondered.

"Isn't that every guy's fantasy? Fucking two women?" She teased her fingers over his face. "Maybe even watch them making out?"

Stu's cock couldn't help but twitch, which made Amy's eyes twinkle as she smiled.

"Where did this come from, suddenly?" Stu knew she'd experimented with other girls back in college. She used to tease him with the stories. But he thought those days were long in the past.

Amy leant down, kissed him passionately, her pussy sliding up and down over him. Stu couldn't help but think of her writhing with another woman, and it was bringing him close.

On her arms, looking into his face, she goaded him. "You like that idea, yeah? Me watching you fuck someone else with that massive cock of yours? Then I smother her screams with my dripping pussy as I lean forward to kiss you?" She lowered her face to his, sucking his lip.

"Do you... Know someone?" he panted, his body reacting to the fantasy.

"Leave it with me," she said, raising back up to tower over him, her tits jumping as she slammed herself onto his cock, bouncing her way to a tremendous orgasm which brought him, back arching, blasting a load deep into her tight cunt, as she screamed her pleasure into the night.

///

Stu watched Amy emerge from their bedroom, just putting a gold hoop ear-ring in. The black dress clung to her curves, low at the bust and outrageously high at the leg. The leather choker was a great touch, with thin silver chains raining down and disappearing into her ample and well-presented cleavage. Her perky butt cheeks were just visible poking out under the hem of the dress, clearly enough to show she was wearing at most a thong.

Stu couldn't help himself. He made a grab and slid his hand up the back of her leg to cup that luscious ass. "You look so fuckable," he said.

"That's the general idea, right?" Amy smirked, playfully pushing him away but not before he could confirm she was going commando - freshly shaved smooth, and already wet.

He made a play, went to push her back into the bedroom. He had to take her, right now. But she was having none of it. "Get a grip, Stu, and save that load for Brooke. She's expecting great things from you."

Stu was buzzing. Amy had never looked so hot, and the anticipation of taking not only her but her hot work friend had him literally shaking and his heart racing. She's right, he thought, I need to chill out or I'll just explode at the first touch.

He popped a few diazepam from the kitchen cupboard and washed them down with three fingers of brandy. That ought to calm the nerves a bit, he thought.

He managed to settle himself during the ride over, mostly by watching the city lights drift past outside, trying to ignore the wet dream sitting right beside him.

But in the silence of the ride, the demons in his head whispered to him. Wasn't this all a bit too easy? Amy had suggested a girl-girl threesome very quickly, and unprompted. How did she find Brooke so soon? Stu hadn't considered himself the jealous type, but now he had to wonder.

The semi he was nursing - and had to hide when he got into the cab - had gone by the time they reached Brooke's apartment block. The doorman buzzed them up to her suite near the top of the building. He managed to keep his hands to himself for the whole ride up in the elevator.

"Love you," he whispered, just before the doors opened. "Thanks for doing this."

"Mmmm hmmm," she replied, striding confidently from the lift down the short corridor to Brooke's suite. She hadn't hesitated when the lift arrived, as if she already knew exactly which way to turn. She's been here before, the devil goaded.

He watched her perfect ass sway as she strode down the soft-carpeted corridor, the killer heels adding an extra sashay, the fabric of the dress slowly creeping up from the movement and revealing more of that peachy goodness. A sight that would usually have driven him wild with desire, but just then he was proud of himself for remaining composed for once.

Or is it nerves, the devil whispered in his ear. Mighty keen, isn't she? Practically running to that door. And why didn't she say "Love you" back?

Brooke opened the door almost before Amy could knock. "Hi," she breathed, and welcomed her colleague into her home. Stu couldn't help but stare. Her chocolate skin was wrapped in wisps of black lace, a bodysuit so slight and delicate you could mistake it for an all-over tattoo. Black hair cascaded down her back to her perfect ass. Stu had thought Amy was almost too attractive, but Brooke was next level.

He watched, transfixed, as the girls stepped into each other's arms. He expected a friendly two-cheek kiss, but no - Amy just tilted her head, they locked lips, and they were kissing deeply right there framed in the doorway. Stu couldn't look away as their tongues danced and their fingertips explored each other. He wasn't quite sure how to feel. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in real life, wasn't it? His slutty girlfriend making out with the sexiest woman he'd ever seen?

He'd watched a lot of lesbian porn in his life, and it had never failed to get him revving. Yet still there was no reaction from the trouser department at the sight before him. Don't you like it, asked the devil? Doesn't she look hot? She's so into that Brooke. What's that all about?

Eventually the girls broke apart, and Brooke waved Stu into the flat. She pushed the door closed behind him, then pressed him back up against it.

"Let's see if you live up to the promise," she said, fist in his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers.

Her perfume mixed with Amy's and assaulted his senses. He felt her lips brush over his, and his mouth opened to let her in. Her kiss was soft but urgent and he found himself sucking on her tongue, stroking it with his own. Usually he was the kisser, not the kissee; the sensation was new but not unpleasant.

He felt her hand slide down his side and across the crotch of his trousers, stroking his package, checking him out. "Mmmm, not bad," she purred. "I can't wait for it to get hard for me."

Abruptly she snapped away. "But where are my manners? We should have a drink, get to know each other a little first before the games begin."

As she walked away, Stu noticed a puzzled expression on Amy's face. She was staring at him, in a what-the-fuck-was-that kind of way. Not sure what she meant, Stu shrugged and took the martini that Brooke was offering.

Conversation started to flow; Brooke was easy to talk to, and the three acquaintances were soon laughing and joking, at ease in each other's company.

But isn't Amy talking mostly to Brooke, the devil asked. Like she can't take her eyes off her?

I can't blame her, Stu replied in his head. She's stunning, and Amy and I know everything about each other already.

Yeah, but doesn't Amy seem to know her really well already? it replied.

Before Stu realised how little he was contributing to the conversation, Amy stood up, took Brooke's hand, and started to lead her through the sumptuous apartment.

The left-hand wall, double height, was entirely glass, open to the lights of the city from this high-rise vantage point. The apartment was immaculately but not ostentatiously decorated - it breathed of money but didn't shout it at you in that brash fashion you saw of the recently wealthy.

Amy led Brooke towards a floating staircase that led to a mezzanine level, presumably the bedroom. Even as he watched her amazing ass climb the stairs, accompanied by Brooke's equally impressive rear, he still fretted. They are clearly lovers already, the devil insisted. Look, you can see Amy's thighs glistening. Maybe she never wanted you. Brooke gives her things you can't.

Stu tried to ignore the voices, but they had dug under his bravado and rooted deep in the insecurities underneath. He wanted to enjoy the view - those two gorgeous figures were here, for him, and soon they'd all be writhing naked together - but, despite years of holding this fantasy, it was all he could do to stop himself running to escape the reality of it.

The enormous bed dominated the space on the raised platform, open to the rest of the apartment. Clearly Brooke lived alone and was comfortable with the glass surrounding her. Was that a privacy film Stu could see over the transparent panels, or did she like the idea she could be overlooked?

Amy kissed Brooke, a quick brush of the lips, then laid across the silk bedsheets. With a wave of her hand, she suggested Brooke approach Stu.

He watched the porn star figure close in on him - Brooke was in great shape, certainly not model thin, maybe TV/movie star thin, but with curves to die for. There was a gentle bounce to her breasts as she approached, which belied their size; her areolae and pussy were masked by the pattern of the lace catsuit. The whole effect was more erotic than if she had simply been naked.

"Okay lover, let's see what you've got," she said. Stu gulped but took her in his arms as she kissed him again. He took charge this time, running a hand down her back to cup her ass as the other ran up her side to take a full, firm breast in widely-spread fingers and palm. Still he barely reached halfway round her tit even with his large workman's hands.

She sucked on his tongue as if it were the elixir of life itself, as her hands worked at his belt. Once undone, she broke the kiss and slowly sank to her knees. Stu watched her face as she drew level with his crotch, her eyes boring into his own, the view of her cleavage and spread legs calling to him. She tugged at his boxers, drew them down his legs and he stepped out of both, still stubbornly soft.

Brooke raised an eyebrow, surprised. She stroked his cock as it hung before her. "Nice," she said. "Long and thick. I can't wait to get that inside me." She leant forwards, kissed the tip, flicking her tongue across him.

Nothing.

Stu was starting to panic. He was definitely aroused. How could he not be? He wanted to take Brooke while Amy watched, fingering herself. He wanted one on his face and another on his cock as he pleasured them both. He wanted them both on their knees before him, sucking him off, kissing him, swapping his cum from mouth to mouth, serving his every desire.

But, for the first time, his equipment was letting him down.

"Stage fright?" he blushed, looking across at Amy for assistance. She had a face like thunder, clearly furious with him.

Amy stood, shrugging out of the dress, and headed to Brooke. "Maybe if we make out and get started, it'll get him going?"

Stu watched the body of his lover, every curve and crevice intimately familiar to him, as she wrapped it around another woman. They fit together as if it had always meant to be that way; they moved effortlessly against each other. Breast pressed against breast, thigh slid over thigh as they jigsawed; kissing lips, cheeks, necks; hands straying lower to touch each other.

Slowly, Amy peeled the bodysuit from Brooke's flowing skin, as if there was all the time in the world. Stu would probably have tried to tear it from her in a haze of lust. But this was so much more seductive. More and more of her was revealed until Brooke stood before Amy, each as naked and smooth as the other, neither with a hair below the neck.

Stu lay on the soft silk, watching them. Unobserved, he fluffed at his stubbornly flaccid cock, trying to wake it. What the hell was wrong with him? Was it nerves? Or the booze and drugs he'd taken to calm himself down earlier? Or the fears and anxieties spinning round his head?

They lay beside him, face to face, boobs interlocked, legs woven together as they slowly rubbed themselves against the other's thigh. He watched them make love to each other, seemingly oblivious of his presence as he tried and failed to wank himself back into action. He watched Amy's ass squirm as Brooke flicked at her clit, watched her chest heave as breathing became an issue. Watched as a gentle touch of Brooke's fingers on her shoulders caused Amy to turn, slide her head down to Brooke's lap, so they could lick and tease at each other's core.

Stu watched, mesmerised, as his girlfriend ate Brooke out, and vice versa. If nothing else, he was determined to take some tips away from the situation. But her moans annoyed him. That should be me, he couldn't help thinking. Dammit, this was supposed to be my night! He reached over, grabbed her ass, but immediately felt weirded out by the situation. His touch seemed ineffective and irrelevant; Amy had surrendered entirely to Brooke's lovemaking.

As Amy bowed her back, raising a face slick with Brooke's juices, her eyes rolled back as she surrendered to the orgasm, Stu turned over to face away. Frustrated, ineffectual and humiliated, he pressed a pillow to his ear to try and deny what was happening. This was unbearable torture. Be careful what you wish for, the devil laughed. You might just get it.

///

AMY

"What do you see in that guy, anyway?" asked Sandy, passing Amy another glass of chardonnay as the girls continued to dissect her love life. "I mean, he's pretty enough I guess, but that's a bit shallow, isn't it?"

Amy shrugged. "We just clicked, I suppose," she mumbled.

"Ha! Well, let's see now," said Jules, ticking points off on her fingers as she spoke. "We've established he's not rich, funny, or particularly bright?" She paused, looking round the group for confirmation. "So that only really leaves one option - he's hung like a fucking donkey!"

Amy blushed, but didn't deny it.

She thought back to how they'd first met. Having just moved into her new flat, she needed some work doing - upgrades to the bathroom, moving some electrical sockets around, that kind of thing. Being new to the area, she didn't know who to trust - so reached out to her network of work colleagues. A friend of a friend suggested someone who'd renovated a property they were renting out; he wasn't cheap, or fast, but he knew what he was doing. You won't be disappointed, they promised, passing his details over to Amy so she could reach out. Stuart Walker, building services.

She didn't know what to expect when she heard the knock at her door, but the chisel-jawed adonis certainly wasn't it, not even in her wildest fantasies. She felt an instant heat in her loins, which she had to suppress as she walked him round the flat, explaining the things she needed doing. She almost died when she realised her toys and lingerie drawer were open, but he was professional enough to pretend not to have noticed.

He visited a couple of times that week, measuring up and bringing her material samples to choose from. Sitting beside him on the sofa, she'd feel their legs touch, and she had to hold her breath. She watched him walk around her space, his cute butt looking so juicy in his tight jeans, and she had to fight to stop thinking about those big hands of his tearing her clothes off. And as for his package - well, she couldn't imagine the strain his jeans must be under to keep him contained.

She couldn't help but flirt. Conversation, banter, between the two of them flowed easily, and she started making steadily more leading remarks. She found herself choosing outfits specifically to flaunt her figure when she knew he was coming round. She'd watch him effortlessly carrying huge sheets of plywood and boxes of tiles around, and couldn't help but wonder how that strength and stamina would translate into the bedroom.