My girlfriend Brittany, and my friend Terrance go to college with me. We all share a small apartment near our school, but it was just Terrance and me at first. Brittany and I have been dating for over a year, and she moved in with us a few months ago. Terrance and I were high school friends, and he is one of only a few black friends of mine. Brittany is definitely the hottest girl I've ever dated. She has long, dirty blonde hair and bluish green eyes. She's about 5'7", very pretty, and has a very voluptuous figure, with a bra size of 34 FF, and a really nice fat ass. She's a rare anomaly with big tits and a relatively fit body.
Ever since Brittany started getting comfortable living with two guys, I noticed that she was getting more and more familiar with Terrance. She began to hang out with him, sit next to him on the couch, laugh and joke with him, hit his arm playfully, etc. At first, I thought that she just wanted to be friends with him because I was such good friends with him. As it continued, and seemed to get more and more apparent, I asked her if she liked him. I told her it wouldn't bother me and that I'd understand. She told me I was being silly and that they were just friends, and that she really loved me and only wanted me.
The playful flirting continued, and it seemed like my suspicious questioning only made her want do it more because of the power of suggestion, bringing it to her attention. She kept touching him and laughing with him, which I thought was obvious flirting. I could just imagine her wanting to tease him just to make him think of her when he jacked off. One night when Brittany and I were in bed talking, I brought it up again.
"Are you sure you don't like Terrance? It really seems like it. Again, I really wouldn't mind."
"No, I really don't think of him that way... We're just friends, and we get along really well. Why do you think I like him?"
"I've just noticed that you guys are really close, and it just looks like there are some sexual undertones, because of the way you touch him and stuff."
She switched to a more calm and understanding tone.
"Baby it seems like you keep asking me because it's some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy... It's almost like you
want
me to like him."
I fell silent and thought about that for a while. She kissed me on the cheek and we went to sleep.
The next day I thought about it a lot, and realized that it had something to do with a conversation Terrance and I had a few weeks earlier. We were playing video games while Brittany was at work, and somehow, through joking guy talk, we ended up talking about our dick size when we were reminiscing about the girls we've fucked. He mentioned that he had a huge cock, and that it's completely irresistible to girls. I asked him how big, and he said about 11 inches. I laughed and said he was so full of shit. He took out his phone and showed me a picture of his gigantic 11 inch black cock that he likes to text to girls. I was absolutely amazed, and it made me think of how I've never been able to hit bottom in Brittany, even though my cock is 7 inches.
I didn't even realize it, but my astonishment of the size of his cock was subconsciously affecting the way I feel about him being around my hot ass girlfriend. During the few days after she helped me realize that I wanted her to like him, I started developing this fantasy in which she sucks and fucks his big black cock while I'm away. I was obsessed with it, and every day I'd go into the bathroom and jack off thinking about her worshipping his massive black cock meat. It got so bad that Brittany and I stopped having sex because I was always so spent from masturbating. It was all I could think about, especially as she continued to flirt with him and touch him. Any time she touched him, or even looked at him a certain way, I would get really hard.
One day after school, she walked in on me while I was having one of my cuckold fantasy jack off sessions, and it started this whole conversation about how I don't need to jack off because I have her, and she can please me. I didn't know what to say, so I just said that maybe it's because we have the same routine, and we don't really try many things in bed. She said that we should make things more interesting in bed that night by spicing it up with some role play or with fantasies. My heart skipped a beat, I blushed and said that sounds like a good idea.
That night, after dinner and a movie, we went to bed, both eager with the excitement of what was to come. We got under the covers, turned the lights out so we could see each other with the moonlight pouring in. She started rubbing my cock and kissing my ear and neck, asking me what I wanted to do. I felt wrong not telling her about what was going on with me, so I decided to spill the beans.
"I have something to confess, babe."
"What is it?"
"I've been masturbating a lot lately, and it's not because I'm bored with our sex life. I've been so caught up in this crazy fantasy that I can't stop thinking about."
"What kind of fantasy?"
"...Thinking about you... with Terrance..."
She paused for a few seconds, then looked into my eyes.
"You really want me to fuck him huh?" she said in a playful tone. "Why him? Why do you like thinking about him fucking me?
"Because it makes me really hot to think about you sucking and fucking a huge black cock..."
"How do you know he has a huge cock?"
