Cassie Loves Alphas Ch 03

{I obviously sparked an uprising of the Army of the Intolerant. I've blocked voting and comments. Best way to deal with bullies is to deny them their tiny platform. I get enough positive reinforcement for all my writing on other sites and names. Just seeing likes and favorites means there are people out there who enjoy them. That's who I'm writing for, not pathetic fat, bald men who still live at home, smarting from the treatment of the one woman that ever showed them any interest. Enjoy!

Part 3- The Beauty of youth (or, the Accidental Fuck)

We let a couple weeks pass. We both were rearranging and figuring our place and our way in all of this. I was beginning a wave of frustration not "having" to please Frank. Strangely, he'd gone silent as of late. I wondered if guilt actually got to him. I hadn't gotten to suck him off a third time yet. I missed his cock, but missed his (mis)treatment even more. In the days following my "stranger" encounter, Paul railed me like never before. We went at it like newlyweds. I only denied him that night, as we'd discussed. It was like he was trying to prove how well he could still fuck me. He wanted to show me he was even better than any others and I was trying to show him how much I still loved and needed him even as I needed and craved the "other." After, we entered the "cool off" period.

While we didn't discuss things in depth, were both still in a constant state of anticipation. It was like a leprechaun was dancing on the pleasure centers of our brains. We were both flooded with the thoughts of, "what's next?" I think us keeping our thoughts to ourselves just inflamed us more. I knew his fantasy list, he knew mine. Things just happened spontaneously, which is often the best.

For me, the chains needed to come off. I didn't want to feel restricted. If I felt it, if I wanted it, I wanted to let it happen. True, my feelings were perilously close to treason for the relationship, since I knew I was probably willing to go anywhere, even if Paul might not follow along. We'd danced around it for too long. We'd entered each situation on the same page, both totally fired up, only to find Paul having second thoughts the minute he came. Still, he did come around, when he got horny again. I wanted him with me, throughout the whole thing.

I thought he would be, I was confident in it at least. My pussy and the anticipation of getting it seemed to be able to sway him when he wasn't so sure. So with the barriers melting away it was much more likely that something happened. As is our custom, we ordered Chinese food on Friday night. As I waited for delivery I went through my normal "tease" outfits. Our world had changed, however. I didn't think the "same old" would satisfy us in a similar way. Still, I had no plans, other than to allow some secretive glances with something revealing on. Feeling bolder now from everything I chose a more provocative outfit. I picked a see through bra and very tiny pair of thong panties. I only covered them with a transparent nightie which went only to mid butt cheek. In soft room light I knew you could see my form and maybe the shape of my tits, but in brighter light, especially from the side, you'd be able to see through it to give it almost the effect of being nude. I know because I checked in the mirror!

Paul was distracted, busy with something on computer. He didn't see me answer the door that way. To my surprise, it was a really cute, young Asian guy, probably 20 at most. I got an immediate perk "down there" when I saw his grin at my state of undress. He was very professional, however. He just kept stealing glances, which I allowed at every opportunity, such as walking away from him to retrieve the money. He could see most of my ass anyway, the nightie didn't fully cover it, plus the thong exposed my cheeks. He could see what I had back there. My clit was throbbing and, for the first time in that "delivery" scenario, I actually wanted something to happen. Plus I was excited from everything I'd done leading up to it. Still, the "crazy psycho killer" thing kept me from just stripping down and letting him have it. I kept him around as long as I could though, with really lame small talk while I twisted and turned in every way, just to make sure he got to see everything. He seemed nervous and finally he reluctantly started to back away and leave.

"I hope to see you again!" I said with sincere excitement. "Can I ask for you again?"

"My name is Binh," he said.

I googled it. It meant "even, level, peaceful."

"Shit," I thought, if I'd have known that BEFORE he might have gotten something.

Reluctantly, I closed the door. Paul stood behind me, I saw his smirk when I turned.

"Well that was interesting," he offered.

"Shut it," I playfully jabbed back. "I wanted him to look and see me, I just didn't know if I should pull the trigger. Did you see him? Did he seem the type to....you know....allow more?"

"He was very nervous, but, he definitely wolf eyed you when you weren't looking. He's a man, and I'd guess he was straight, so yes, I think he'd do something with a body like that," he joked.

"I actually....wanted to, this time," I admitted. "It feels like the floodgates are open. I'm actually scaring myself sometimes with what I'm capable of." I could tell he was starting to work himself up as well.

"You really are going to end up at least sucking them," he noted. "You can't keep teasing forever."

I grinned, he was right....again. He had his best ideas and his full commitment, when he was still hard and horny. My pussy was fully ready for some more dick. It wasn't going to be Paul's. I told him he'd have to wait until someone else had me first. True to our "agreement." He at least got a sloppy, loving blowjob to take the edge off, all the while telling me how much it SHOULD be Binh's cock I was sucking. Like I said, he was totally into everything when he was worked up.

A couple mornings later I caught him surfing porn, sure enough it was "young guy/older milf" stuff.

"You want some young cock to fuck your girlfriend's tight pussy?" I taunted. I wanted him riled up for the thought I had forming.

"Yes, it's such a hot idea that some guy gets to nail some MILF."

"I'm not exactly a milf," I laughed. "I don't have any kids. I'm more of a cougar for this. And remember, mister, it's not just "some milf," it's me. You keep pushing me to do things. This is ME, that "some guy" is going to be nailing ME. You have to be all right with that."

Now honestly, as I've said before, one of MY favorite fantasies include older guys, not younger. But, in this case, with Paul so wrapped up in it, I now was fully into it as well.

"So you want this to happen?" I probed. I was already sure I was going to, I just wanted to hear it again out loud, from him, committing him.

"Yessss," he grunted, his hand stroking his cock, I almost smiled at how easy he was to manipulate when he was horny (as I guess I am as well!).

"When?"

"Anytime....now," he urged. "Were you thinking of calling Binh....or that Greek bartender guy?"

I laughed, "I doubt it's going to be now," even though my idea just MIGHT allow it.

What had been hanging out there finally materialized. The two college guys from the first night with Frank, Josh and Norm, were on my mind. I'd had previous discussions with Paul about it, and while not mentioning them specifically, he kept harping on the "young guy" thing.

I had their numbers, they didn't have mine. I took a couple selfies of me in the mirror, topless, just from the chin down to not reveal my face, all the way to my arm which propped up my tits up lewdly. I showed Paul that morning.

"Wow, what are you going to do with these?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, that depends....I was thinking of our young guy fantasy."

"Oh?" he said, suddenly interested.

"I COULD send them to the college guys...." I offered.

"Oh my god, they would love that!"

"I'm sure....that's not all they'll want, though," I reminded.

"I know," he sighed. He had to know it was coming, as much as he'd pushed for it. I just needed him to get over the edge.

"What if....I just send them and see what they say?" I asked deviously, knowing full well where it would lead, sending young guys some nudes.

"Oh god, okay, show me what they say!"

"I will," I grinned.

"Remember these?" I wrote, as a group text with the topless pictures attached. I'd blocked my number, a safety thought that seemed silly if I was going to go through with anything anyways.

Almost instantly I got one response, then another. "Holy shit, for real? Better than I expected, even," Josh wrote.

"God damn," Norm said. "I knew those things were awesome. Why the pictures?

"I just thought you guys wanted to see them," I wrote, with a sad faced emoji.

"Fuck yeah," Josh said. "Ignore Norm, he's a moron! I'd like to see more of those tits, and anything else you'd like to show me."

"Me too!" Norm jumped in.

"You'd like to see more of this old lady?" I teased.

"Hell yeah, I was really looking at that ass that night, does it look as good naked?"

Feeling like a good slut I unblocked my number and I sent them both a picture of my ass, including the double image from the mirror.

"God damn, that is top notch!"

"What about your face?" Norm asked. "I remember you being beautiful.

Josh typed in a bunch of crying/laughing emoji's. "Only Norm would ask about the face when you are sending pictures of everything else! You concentrate on her face while I slap her ass and make her scream!"

Pussy tingle. Rude, crude alpha.

I sent a full nude, including my face, standing there in the bathroom like a scared little schoogirl, hoping for approval. I showed Paul every exchange, he was beside himself. He kept begging me to let him fuck me.

"You helped make the rules," I said. "I'm going to get some cock, just not yours....yet."

He was pouting. I lightly scratched his balls which caused his cock to jerk, it was starting to swell.

"C'mon, just this once, watching you tease the delivery guy was so fucking hot!" He begged.

We were on a sexual roller coaster. You know that part of the ride where it's "crank, crank, crank," up the hill to just that point where you start to plummet gravity free towards the earth. That's where we were in our sexual lives now. It was about to be a free-fall. I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. I was as hot as I've ever been, standing there while exchanging nudes and sexual banter with two others (while my "boyfriend" stood there stroking his cock with a pouty face).

I didn't even have a total plan in place. I figured I'd text them both, see if one answers, then maybe meet up. I hadn't even really thought about it. Now both of them were constantly pinging me, like they were trying to outdo each other with picture requests and hook up ideas. It wasn't my intention to have both of them, at least not this night. I'd never had more than one man at a time. I hadn't thought that far ahead. As aroused as I was I might've made a different decision, had Josh not given me a better opportunity.

"There's a huge party tomorrow at a house by the dorms, if you are trying to get laid, that's the place you should come!" he wrote.

I wondered if he purposely meant the entendre "cum/come."

"I can see you like showing off, wear something revealing," Josh wrote, it sounded like more of a demand. That turned me on.

He gave me the address. I didn't promise anything but I did give them another nice picture of my butt. Normally, in my "past life" I'd have regretted it right away, there were pictures of me now out there, probably being shared with their friends as I thought about it. I really didn't care. It was liberating. I felt free, a free slut, people SHOULD know about it.

Paul was still badgering me. He looked crushed when I told him we both had to wait until the next day at least.

He kept hounding me. Finally, I said, "look, we both talked about this, we wanted this.....we even said we both need it. Right now, if I gave you the option of fucking me, right here, OR, making you wait to get sloppy seconds....with a story to hear, what would you choose?"

"I can't have both?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope, I'll give it to you, right now....or you wait and maybe get to feel what it's like after it's been stretched out a bit, your choice." I was actually bluffing, I did NOT want him to fuck me, at least right now. I wanted our fantasy.

That did it for him, he slumped his shoulders and walked away into the bedroom. I yelled behind him, "and NO jerking off! It'll be better to wait!"

That was it, the waiting, the denial, it's a strong strong motivator. It was going to work on us both. I wanted him to go along with the ride, but I knew I was on this path, with him or without him. I just preferred with him. I went in to talk to him about it later, just to clear it all up.

"I'm not sure you'll get it tomorrow night either," I admitted shyly.

"What, why?"

"Didn't we kind of decide that if someone ELSE gets it, that you don't, at least not that same night? It's like a punishment for you allowing it, for giving it away. Isn't that what we wanted?"

"I'm not sure that's what I decided. I like the humiliation of it, occasional denial, but not getting it when this is supposed to be a "together" thing seems....cruel."

This was our first hiccup. I knew it wouldn't be our last.

Later, in bed. I had my hand absentmindedly on my pussy, I was stroking it lightly.

He gave me a stern look. "Hey, if I can't, you can't either!"

I sighed and moved my hand. Guilty as charged.

"You'll love it as always, you'll see," I cooed in his ear. I didn't even know what, exactly, I just knew or hoped he would.

The next day both of us were worked up as soon as we awoke. The thing with Binh the night before was still fresh on our minds. I added to our fire by teasing Paul purposely and relentlessly, starting by wearing cutesy panties and walking around and serving our coffee topless. Each time he tried to touch and grope I'd allow it just for a second, before "tsk tsk'ing" it away. The frustration was building. I was hoping for a big payoff for both of us. I had a quick thought about, what if nothing happened at the party? What would I do? Where would I go? We were both so charged up that something had to happen even if I had to vary the script. I was getting cock, no matter what it took.

Evening seemed to take forever but finally it came. I realized how much I loved primping myself for nights like this while Paul watched, helplessly. The teasing, the denial, the embarrassment, it was becoming more natural for me.

"See something you like?" I asked provocatively after noticing his eyes burning a hole in my ass from the bed. I had on his favorite black, lace panties, not quite a thong but still pulled into my crack quite a bit. He has a picture on his phone of me in them. "Can you believe some guy is going to take these off me later?"

I saw him almost roll his eyes back in his head.

"Heck, he may even rip them off if I get him worked up enough. I still can't believe you'll give this away so easily," I said, motioning to my pussy. "But, since you do, they are going to have it, and often," I said, driving home the point.

I heard him let out a deep sigh. "Are we really sure?" he asked. "I mean, we can stop any time, right? It's not too late."

"I'm sorry," I said, facing him. "It is, it really is. You have me on "hold" for Frank who may require me at any time. You insisted I go to this party, you had the idea to have some businessman balls deep in me after knowing him for 15 minutes. You want this, even though right now your head is fighting it. Honestly, if I come home tonight....or in the morning....with a pussy full of cum and a hot story you'll go crazy over it, wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer. He truly was torn. I couldn't help him.

"You helped start this slut ride, just hang on and enjoy it," I shrugged, not knowing what else to tell him.

It was that point in the relationship where it was going to be sink or swim. I realized it. It was where guys usually clamped down on me, exerted their possessiveness and turned me into their trophy wife/girlfriend. I was going to make sure it was about ME this time. I wanted him along, I really did, but only on my terms.

"Who....are you going to fuck?" he asked. "I should at least hear some details to....you know....tide me over."

I smiled covertly. He still had "those" thoughts.

"I really don't know," I admitted. "Josh seems the more "take charge" guy, while Norm seems like he'd be more attentive to my needs."

"What if both of them want you?"

I shrugged. "I've never done that. I don't even know if they'd be into it the way they seemed to compete for me. It may not even be them, perhaps someone at the party catches my eye."

"Ohhhh," he said open eyed. He was starting to consider the possibilities.

"Can I come?" he said hopefully. "If it's a big college party type thing they have no idea who belongs to who. I'll just stand aside and keep an eye on things."

It actually was a good idea. I was headed to a college party with a bunch of drunk 20 somethings, there'd be some protection there. I certainly didn't want the "roofied/frat party gang bang" thing to happen. Why did my pussy just twitch though, writing that? Oh well.

"Sure, baby. Just don't interfere, okay? I'll try and keep you informed and interested, but don't get caught clinging on me, I don't want anyone there to be restricted. We both want some young guy enjoying the very best of me."

He nodded. He was grinning now, I had at least given him SOMETHING to think about.

The party. To say this was a big bash would be like saying the big bang was, meh. People were spilling out of the house all over. There were dozens in the front yard and twice as many in back. Plus, the house was two stories with a finished basement, and it seemed like every room was rocking. It wasn't a frat house, per se, but it was one old Victorian style house converted into separate rooms to rent to college students. Paul and I agreed to drive together for alcohol purposes plus safety so he was in it for the long haul, until whatever....was finished. He dropped me off in front of the house and drove away. I told him to park a couple streets over and wait for at least a half hour before returning.

"And don't be stroking your cock yet," I admonished playfully. He blushed, he had plans on it.

I wasn't ten feet down the driveway when someone had already put a beer in my hand and gave me the first line pitch.

"Hey beautiful, here alone?" asked the geek who "beer'ed" me.

I laughed, he had no idea. I'd break that cock right off him. But, he wasn't the type, not for now, anyway. I filed that thought though, for later. It was the thought Paul and I had conversations around, the "fuck someone who is out of your league," thing. "I'll keep that as a last resort tonight," I joked to myself.

I searched for Josh and Norm in the house, albeit covertly, I didn't want to appear desperate or anything. I'd purposely let the party go on a couple hours before arriving, as hard as that was to do, which just added to the denial time. I wanted every potential to be loose and lubricated.

For those of you "me too" people who get offended when women get objectified, look away. I had on tight jean shorts, appropriate for summer of course, ones that hugged my ass and maybe even let some cheek peek out the bottom. I had on a loose crop top, midriff baring, and underneath a tight sports bra. I fit in with the college girls there, which was my intention. I did feel a little guilty, though for wearing the bra, without it I'd be showing some sexy underboob and I thought of Josh's command to wear something revealing. I'm saying this because even though we ALL know what we wear shouldn't influence guys behavior, we all know that it does, not saying it's right. But, from the driveway, into the house, in the halls there wasn't a minute that went by without a hand on my ass or "accidently" bumping my tits. In the tight crowd I even got "goosed" on my upper thigh. I think whoever was trying to squeeze my pussy, but just missed by an inch. I don't condone public groping, but secretly, I like it. I'm sorry. I'm a bad person, I enjoy it. I wore those shorts for a reason and guys were finding it easy to pinch the part of my butt cheeks that were out. I squealed every time and tried to "catch" the offender, to no luck.