This story is a continuation of the Bella Series. It can be read alone, as it encompasses its own plotline, and I synopsised the previous two chapters within the opening below. For an overall experience, you can start with "First Day of Summer," then read "Steve and Bella."
I will warn the reader, this story involves a young couple exploring stag and vixen/hotwifing themes. If that does not interest you, stop reading right here. Some men experience what is known as compersion. Compersion is the vicarious joy associated with seeing one's partner have a joyful romantic or sexual relation with another.
I understand this disgusts some readers, so you have been warned. I do not want to waste anyone's time. By the same token, do not write a scathing review only based on your dislike for this type of story. I will delete them. I will however read every review, good or bad, that has legitimate input on how this story fell short and what I could do better. I am new to writing, and your input is important to me.
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I'd like to thank Mr_Brady for helping me edit this. Your time was greatly appreciated. Give him a read if you get a chance. He's a great writer.
In the fall of 2017, Steve and Bella were a young college couple who were exploring their sexuality. Bella had a limited sexual history prior to meeting Steve that was relegated to one boyfriend from highschool and a day of experimentation with her best friend Mia.
At five-two, Bella was a knockout with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her natural C cup breasts looked large on her small frame, and her round rear showed the benefits of endless hours in the gym. Bella made fitness videos that she shared on her social media platforms, and she had quite the following as a fitness model.
Although Bella had a body that was built for sex, she grew up in a conservative religious household and was reserved when it came down to it.
Steve was an easygoing, yet strong man, who befriended everyone who knew him. He was an accomplished martial artist with a black belt in Brazilian jiu jitsu, and he was at the top of his college class in Management Information Systems at the ivy league college they were attending. He had distinguished good looks and had no problem meeting women.
Bella moved in with Steve and his roommate, Brian, who was a football player at another local university. One night, Brian brought a hotwife home with him, and the couple listened to them have illicit sex while her husband watched from his phone.
After that night, the couple used the incident as bedroom fantasy talk. Steve realized he had fantasies about watching Bella with another man. He didn't understand why, but he did not feel jealous at the thought of it, and he could not get the thought out of his head.
Bella would often dress in revealing outfits around their roommate, Brian, who was a football player at another local university. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoyed the looks she'd get when teasing their muscular roommate.
One night, the couple were in the throws of a drunken sex session when they were interrupted by their friend Brian. The alcohol combined with their elevated sexual state clouded their judgement, and they ended up inviting Brian to join them.
Brian turned out to be well endowed, and Bella received the fucking of a lifetime while Steve watched. Instead of being jealous, Steve discovered his fantasy matched up to reality, and he really did enjoy watching her immensely.
Bella was extremely worried when she woke the following day that she had crossed a line that would ruin their relationship. The couple talked for several hours about their night of wild sex, and Steve reassured her that he loved her and did not regret their night one bit.
Their conversation resulted in another round of passionate sex. Their morning romp culminated in her posing for nude pictures with her legs spread wide and her Instagram model body covered in Steve's cum.
Her fears about getting pregnant were for naught, and she started her period a couple days after their night of debauchery to both of their relief.
Bella did not want to repeat their night with Brian, and they both agreed it was a one-time event even though they both enjoyed it very much. They spoke to Brian, and he was a gentleman about it. They remained close friends having shared one night of great sex.
Their sex life was off the charts after their threesome, and their communication was better than ever. Bella felt like she had nothing to hold back anymore. She no longer shied away from dirty talk, and she enjoyed verbally reliving her sex with Brian as Steve pounded away at her. She'd even make up scenarios of her having sex with two men while he watched.
The holidays came and went, and Brian was away for the college football playoffs. Bella and Steve were buried in schoolwork, but they still made time for sex at the end of the day.
Bella continued to flaunt herself in sexy outfits around the apartment, but Brian maintained his decorum in her presence.
One Saturday afternoon in April 2018, Bella walked out of the bedroom in a sexy pink romper with a ruffled hem. The bottom of each of her round cheeks peaked out tantalizingly. She had two of the four buttons unbuttoned at her breasts, revealing a healthy amount of her ample cleavage. She looked ravishing.
"Oh, I didn't realize we had company," Bella said, startled to see a large black man sitting on the couch next to Steve.
"Hey babe, this is Devon Harrison from Brian's team," Steve introduced them. "Devon, this is my girlfriend, Bella."
"Nice to meet you, Bella," Devon said as his eyes unabashedly traveled down her exposed body.
"Devon was just waiting for Brian to get back," Steve explained. "They're going out on the town tonight. They're flying out tomorrow to Arlington for the NFL Draft. They'll be there for the week."
Bella did not like the way Devon was looking at her. His eyes assessed her as if she was a piece of meat. She'd seen men like this before and didn't appreciate the way their eyes leered at her. She'd particularly noticed this in black men. They tended to be more forward than others and weren't afraid to show their appreciation of her body.
She didn't consider herself racist, but she did notice some black men were more likely to leer at her that way. She felt men should be more respectful of women and their bodies, and she hated it when they did this.
She assessed Devon as he sat on their couch. He was a large man, about six-five, and he probably weighed over 300 pounds. He had a muscular frame that made him look imposing, and he had his hair braided in corn-rolls.
"Nice to meet you, Devon," Bella said coldly as she sat close to Steve.
Steve observed the way Devon devoured his girlfriend with his eyes and her response to him. He giggled to himself at her obvious discomfort.
"So how long have you been dating Steve?" Devon asked her, trying to make conversation.
"Since June of last year," Bella said curtly.
"Devon is going to the NFL this fall," Steve said, trying to relieve the tension between the two. "He's probably going to be drafted in the first round. Maybe he'll play for your Jets."
"He better be good if he's going to play for my team," Bella challenged.
"Oh, I'm good, sweetie," Devon replied. "You'll see someday."
Bella didn't like the way he called her sweetie. Who was he to call her that? They didn't have that kind of familiarity. They weren't even friends. Who the hell did he think he was?
"I've never noticed you during the games," Bella shot back at him. "What position do you play?"
"I'm the left tackle," Devon said with pride. "I protect the quarterback's blind side."
"I know what a left tackle does," Bella replied with an attitude.
"So you know football, huh?" Devon asked.
"I had a big brother who played in highschool," Bella replied. "And I have always liked the Jets."
"They haven't been good in decades," Devon laughed. "Always in Tom Brady's shadow."
"Well, he's getting old, and I'm sure we'll get our chance to shine," Bella replied.
"If I get drafted by them, I'm sure they will," Devon said with too much confidence. "But it is sexy when a hot woman like you knows her football."
Devon insinuating she was "hot" caused conflicting emotions to stir within her. Her initial reaction was to get angry, but she also felt a sense of empowerment when he openly admitted what he thought of her.
