So it's been a couple of months since I last wrote, and boy oh boy did my last post upset alot of men lol. I'll be doing a few things differently with #3. Firstly, apparently I posted in the "Loving wives" category which was not received well, so I'll be posting on the "interracial love" side, since it was well received on story 1.
PLEASE read the first story for better context on story 2 if you haven't already. It's a short part so it won't take much time. If you're gonna leave comments, please have them be constructive in nature. I want to continue writing my stories for the people that want them. I was dissuaded on continuing for a few months but decided to continue for those that actually enjoy my kinky little stories.
For those that have been here since story 1, thank you for your loyalty. I realized I never mentioned my name, I'm Marcos, and want to let you all know that I'm still very happily married to Amber and our life and NEW kinks have been expanding. I hope to include you all in our journey.
I've decided that for the next few stories, instead of jumping from present day to past, I'll start the remaining series at our "first date" where the last story ended, and go forward in time from there. I also decided to embellish a tad and add the things I wanted to do or wanted to happen to add a bit more lenght to my stories as well as up the kinkiness for my degenerate readers. Anyways I truly hope you enjoy part 3 and leave me nice comments if you'd like me to continue.
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As I sit on my bed, head in my hands, trying to figure out how or what was happening to me, I think to myself "why is this turning me on? What the fuck is wrong with me?"
I had just watched a girl that I met yesterday, suck off my very well endowed black roommate, Quinn, twice. Kissed her cum covered mouth in front of him, agreed to take her on a date and then basically did whatever he told me to do, all the while having a raging hard on.
The confusion and arousal was more than I've ever felt in my life. Don't get me wrong, Amber was very cute, fun and easy to talk to but she wasn't my girlfriend.
And Quinn, his attitude went from the chill laid back dude he always was, to now very cocky and demanding. I mean hell, he told me to pick up his clothes and grab him new ones and I just did? I didn't even argue or fight back! Why the fuck was I being so submissive all the sudden? Was it cause his dick was twice as big? I'm 7 inches taller so why do I suddenly feel so inferior to him?
As I sit there contemplating whether or not to even go on this date, Quinn walks in the room after his shower. Apparently not feeling the need to cover up anymore, he struts in, his flaccid yet still much larger cock swaying with every step.
"Dude what the hell, I left your clothes on the toilet!" I say, in regards to his nudity.
"Oh right, grab those for me when you're done with your shower, you better get started or you'll be late for your date." he replies, smirking at me.
I roll my eyes as I stand up, grab my towel and leave the room. Walking into the shower I grab his clothes to make room for mine and walk into the room. As I walk in, he is laying on his bed legs splade apart, cock hanging over his balls.
"For the love of God bro, can you please cover up" I say.
"Why you making a big deal about it? You literally just watched your girl give me head, watched me cum all over her face, then kissed her after. Not to mention you watched us fuck last night so obviously nudity doesn't bother you!" he replied with a laugh.
"Again, she's not my girlfriend and just cause I watched doesn't mean I wanna see your cock 24/7 now!" I shot back.
"Dude, you 2 are cute together and she looks like she really likes you and you obviously like her since you're taking her on a date in like 45 minutes. Like I said, that's your girl, I'm just fucking her. So be a good boy and go shower" he said, matter of factly.
"What the fuck dude, I'm not just gonna do what I'm told you asshole, fuck you!" I almost yelled.
"Bro chill out, I don't know if you noticed, but you've always done what I've told you to do. When I wanted to go to parties, I say get ready, and you do. Whenever I was bringing a new bitch over, I'd text you to clean up or something, and when I bring her over the room is spotless, even my bed is made. Face it dude, you've always been submissive to me, I don't know why you're getting mad about it now." he said, looking me in the eyes as he said it.
My heart dropped as he said it. Had I really been as submissive as he said? I thought back at the entire time we were roommates. I was just trying to be a bro. Cleaning up the room so my bro could get laid? Done. Not wanting to be a bore and go with my friend to clubs and parties? Ok cool. That wasn't me being submissive, I was just being a good friend and roommate, right? Thinking back harder, I remembered other more nuanced situations where I was truly submissive to Quinn. Like when we would be out with friends and he would just mention he was thirsty, I'd immediately go grab drinks. Even small details like grabbing his bag when we were going to the gym, even running a few errands for him.
My heart sank at the realization that for the years I've known Quinn, I was subconsciously playing a submissive role in our friendship.
Quinn could see the realization hit me like a freight train.
"It's ok dude, seriously. Nothing really changed between us other than we are both aware of things. Go get ready though, you're gonna be late af" he said calmly.
I walk back into the shower room, undressing as I go. When I step into the hot water, I think back to all the moments that led me here. Finishing up my shower, I start getting dressed in simple blue jeans, a black T-shirt and boots.
Grabbing my keys and walking out the door, Quinn calls out "remember, don't be back too late, I wanna go again". "Yes sir" I reply, feeling my dick grow harder as I say the words.
10 minutes later, I'm waiting at Amber's door after texting her I was outside. "Be up in a sec!" she replies.
She walks out of the dorms, and if my jaw wasn't firmly attached to my face, it would've been rolling on the sidewalk. She was wearing a ankle lenght, flowy orage flower skirt, a low cut white t-shirt with an acid washed denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up around her forearms and 3 inch cork heels. However, what stole the show was the perfectly done make up and hair. where as before she was dressed and looked very casual with her hair in a bun and no make up, she had let her hair down and had big bouncy curls in it. She applied smokey eyes and the perfect shade of a dark red lip stick.
She notices my dumbfounded look and smiles as she gives me a kiss. "Like what you see?" she asks.
"You look absolutely gorgeous" I reply.
As we walk towards my car, she grabs hold of my hand and looks at me smiling.
As a matter of habit with all women in my life, I open her car door. She looks at me and smiles, "you're such a gentlemen".
I smile back as I close the door and enter on my side. She asked where we are going and I mention taking her to my favorite pizza joint with the best pepperoni slices she'll ever have.
Driving along, she plugs the AUX cable into her phone and begins to play an eclectic list of music which we sing along to while laughing at each other. She scratches the back of my head as I drive, making me realize how nice she actually is. She caresses my arm or face from time to time, ignoring the fact that we just met. It felt like we had been together for years.
We get to the joint and I order and pay for our pizzas and drinks. We proceed to have an amazing date. Amber is actually one of the funniest women I've ever met. I spend the next 2 hours laughing so hard I see stars and all around having a great time together. After dinner, I mention I'd like to buy her an ice cream and keep the night going, she smiles up at me, "I'd love that".
We walk as we eat our ice cream, she ordered a vanilla and fudge malt, I, a strawberry sorbet. The conversation is fun and I love looking at her while she talks. Given our first few interactions, in my mind, I know I shouldn't think of Amber as anything more than a self admitted slut. But in talking to her more, I learn she's a funny, kind and deeply nuturing woman with a healthy sexual and kinky appetite. I realize I might really like her and it sours my mood.
She notices the change in my mood and asks "are you ok? Did I say something wrong?"
"No no, it's just me. Not gonna lie to you Amber, no point in doing so really. I like you alot actually. You're funny and caring and fantastic to talk to. On the the other hand, you're a slut by your own admission and just fucked around with Quinn twice, in front of me" I replied.
"Yes I did" she said with a smile, "and if I recall, you loved every second of it and wanted more", reaching out and smacking my butt.
I snicker and sit on a bench in a quiet part of the small park, she sits next to me, placing her hand on my knee and asks "is this not something you want? I just figured if you were ok with what happened last night and today, it's something you'd want more of and i love that".
I look at her and say "I dont know why I get hard like I do or why watching you get fucked or suck Quinn's cock get me fired up. It's all new to me. I like you alot, but i don't know if this should happen. How is my first interactions with my girlfriend going to be watching her fuck someone else and getting sloppy seconds twice?"
She laughs and leans close to my ear and replies, "so I'm your girlfriend now?", softly rubbing my growing manhood as she does so.
She softly kisses my neck as she continues to rub and squeeze my dick through my pants. Suddenly, she straddles me on the bench and starts kissing me passionately. My hands start to explore her thighs and ass under her dress, noticing for the first time that she's not wearing underwear.
"I really like you, you're sweet and tender with me, most guys are rough. You don't date or committ to men like that. I love that you're a gentleman with me" she asks, rubbing herself on me.
"So I'm what? The back up guy?" I say bitterly.
She stops rocking and holds my face, "I really like you, so I'll do whatever you want. If you want me to be 100% yours only, I'll be exactly that. You make me feel important and I love that, so if you want me to yourself, say the word and I'm yours" she says with a serious tone and look.
Did I want that? Did I even want her? The past 2 days have been the most sexually charged of my life. Being with her was almost intoxicating and I was learning so much about things that turned me on I didn't know if I'd ever get this opportunity again. I decided in that moment that I was still in college, I didn't need to marry Amber and I was just having fun and experimenting. No need to over complicate our situation.
"You know, Quinn said not to keep you out too late. He's going to want to go again when we get back" I replied, leaving the ball in her court.
She looks me in the eyes, and with a devilish smile, says "I see you made your choice. This pussy isn't yours, right? Judging on how hard you got hearing that, I'd say I'm right" she giggled, rubbing herself onto my now painfully erect dick.
