Cassie Loves Alphas

Part 4- Killing three birds

We had it out the next day. Yelling, screaming, crying (not just me). All of our thoughts and feelings were laid bare. I told him that from the beginning I was honest with him about what I wanted, what I needed. I told him I wanted him to share it with me and be a part of it but if he couldn't take it, I understood.

He shared all his fears, his anxiety about it all. I got it, I really did. Going into it I really couldn't say I expected it to work out, I mean, who lets their "girlfriend" do such things? That's why I had been honest about it from the start, why I'd offered him a chance to run, to hit the door, pretty much ever since then.

Funny though, I was wearing a sheer teddy and some tiny panties, and the whole time we were ranting, raving, hugging, crying, he was looking. I could see him trying to focus on the subject at hand, but he was being flooded with other thoughts.

Little by little as we rehashed our whole "lifestyle" since I started having these experiences, I saw his demeanor change. It was actually making him horny (again). I confronted him. I pointed out how this happened every time, he'd get all worked up, beg and plead for me to do "things," and only after he'd gotten off would he start his "regret tour."

We were calmer. We were having a moment. We kissed. He let me tell him about my night. He was really amazed at how it wasn't Josh that got my pussy, how Moose had filled in. He pored over every detail I gave him. I could see it, it was having an effect on him. He just needed to realize, once and for all, that he either needed this as badly as I did, or he needed to run, to dump me and never look back. I challenged him. He said he needed to think about it, he didn't seem angry at all anymore.

"Honey, I have an idea for us. Go take some time, think. When you come back, tell me exactly what I should do. I know you have ideas, I love your ideas. You tell me what to do, what to wear, what to say and I'll do it. I know we share many fantasies, whatever you want. Or, you tell me to fuck off, leave, and never come back and I'll do that too."

He didn't seem in any hurry for that, however. But, I was serious. This was it for me. Join me or dump me. I was in more of a relationship than I'd even wanted from the beginning. But, I'd found myself wanting him around, wanting him in it. If he could convince me he was a part of it, then great! If not, it was nice while it lasted.

I puttered around his house in my underwear for a couple hours doing the dishes, vacuuming, wondering if this was the last time I'd see it. "Well," I thought, "at least it'll be clean!" I found myself thinking about Frank, Josh.....and others. I wondered if I was going to go that path alone. I found myself having a glass of wine, then two....then, not sure how many. He came to me when I was into my third wine. He seemed resolute. I waited for the blade of the guillotine.

Instead, his first thought was, "You know that day you said blowjobs were like "nothing?" That you could do like ten a day?" I mean I know you were kidding, but the point is, your mouth could be used way more often than your pussy."

"Yesss," I hissed, suddenly perked.

"Then that's what I want. I want you to do the "mouth whore" thing that you brag about, that Frank calls you. Instead of teasing it, you should start doing it."

I mean, I shouldn't have been surprised, he really did get worked up over everything. I shouldn't have been shocked because the choice he had really was all in or all out. It appeared he was in.

"Wow, babe. I can do that. Remember, tell me what, how and I said I'd make it happen."

So that's how I ended up quite buzzed, on my knees in just a sheer teddy and no underwear, blowing the delivery guy, Binh, in our doorway. He left with a smile and said to, "call him anytime!"

"Was that good, baby?" I cooed, the young guy's cum still bubbling on my lips.

"That's just a start. I want you to do that, regardless of anything else we set up. Let's keep that mouth busy."

I woke up groggy only to find Paul standing over me with a goofy grin. I had wicked dreams of me drowning in a sea of sharks where they all were taking bites of me until there was nothing left. I get it, it was a metaphor.

"Get up sleepyhead, it's game day!"

"Ohhhh," I groaned. I tried to bury my head under my pillow. After all our discussions, this one had slipped my mind. I wanted to sleep off the mild wine effects.

He yanked it off me. "I already let you sleep too long, you know my friends are coming over to watch the bowl games. You have to help me get ready and you have to make your killer appetizers."

"Just another hour," I groaned, using the blanket this time to cover my head. Again, he yanked it off me, leaving me completely bare. Yes, I sleep nude, gross, I know! For me, there's nothing better than Paul's nude body spooning or cuddling me throughout the night.

"Plus, we need to talk. We won't have much time."

"Uh oh, another "talk," I thought and added a grimace for effect.

"Oh, it's a good talk," he beamed.

Reluctantly I got up and helped him with everything including the setup of folding tables for the wings, burgers and things he'd be making on the grill. My part was to make the appetizers, which the guys seemed to really like. Paul kept swatting me on my ass, as if to hurry myself along.

"God you are moving slow today," he joked. "You still have to shower and I have to tell you something."

I kept wondering what the big "secret" was. Sure, I know what you are thinking, I've been careening down the slut path for awhile now so naturally shouldn't one suspect something related to this get together? I mean, it's not like we haven't talked or hinted about the "friend" thing.

The thing was, these were four of Paul's best friends. He's known 3 of them since grade school. They were mostly lifelong friends. Surely he didn't want to broach it with them, did he? It's one thing to have a slut girlfriend who does naughty things and shares them with him, it's another to have people in your close "circle" involved. Frank was kind of like that already, I suppose, though no one could accuse Paul of being close to him in anyway, other than forced to work for him. Plus, we had a little comfort in the thought that since Frank was married, he wasn't going to be stupid and blab that around if he thought it would get back to wifey.

I got in the shower, still tired. I think some of it was mental, along with the wine and the blowjob for Binh. And damn it if just thinking about that didn't make me wet.

I was soaping myself up, down there, when I heard Paul say through the shower curtain, "so, here's my idea, the guys will be here pretty soon, maybe even before you finish here."

"Okay?" I asked sheepishly. I couldn't believe he'd actually go through with it. His friends are HOT, I mean two of them are smokin' hot, and both married, of course. The other two are the rugged mountain man guys, bearded. One of them is tattooed up all over his arms. They are attractive in that "real man" kind of way.

"I've got an outfit laid out on the bed," he said, his voice firm and sure. It wasn't a question or request at all.

I envisioned all sorts of possibilities, with all my sexy and downright perverted lingerie sets complete with stockings and garters. Then I had a surge of panic thinking about the "maid" outfit which is only meant for the privacy of a bedroom. It is lacy with a sheer top/bra like thing that is transparent at the nipples. The panties are overly ruffly but crotchless, only covered by the shortest of black skirts that don't cover my ass or pussy fully. Like I said, total bedroom material. I shuddered to think of opening the door to them like that and seeing their reactions. Up till then, they've all treated me like a kid sister, though I'm not unaware of their glances and ogles when they think I'm not looking, I mean hey, they're men after all. But, other than having "innocent" touches like hands on my ass when their arms are around my waist, or close hugs where they could no doubt feel my tits pressing into them, nothing indicated any desire to break the bonds of their friendship.

"Don't worry, it'll seem innocent enough," Paul said, reading my mind. "It's your red and white jersey and your black yoga pants. You'll see there's no underwear there."

Let me paint the picture. The jersey is one of those cutesy "girlie" ones where one side is purposely meant to fall off the shoulder. Plus, it's cut so that plenty of tummy shows. It gives the effect of sexy baby doll, naughty while being nice. The yoga pants, well, they are tight, as yoga pants tend to be. Without underwear though? Total exposure, my whole shape is revealed, my ass, it's fullness, roundness and in front....kind of revealing there too, though there's a thin double stitched fabric which kind of gives some vestige of privacy. It's not full camel toe, but the lips are still there and viewable.

"Are you sure?" I asked again. "That's a lot, for them. I mean they've seen me in booty shorts, tube tops, that kind of thing. Hell, Jim and Bob have seen me in my bikini (hot tub) and even in my underwear (camping). I mean, they are here all day!"

"I know. Let them look, they've been trying to since we began dating."

"You want me to purposely tease?" I asked, still a bit incredulous at it all.

"I don't think you have to. Just do what you normally do, you are naturally flirty. But, you know that top, when you raise your arms or bend the right way they will gets flashes of tit. Let it happen. And those pants....whew.....I'm not sure which their eyes will try to focus on."

I was actually getting wet again. Even with the fear and trepidation, I'm still a slut and this was what we talked about. Still, it was a "wow" moment for me.

"What do you....want?" I asked, my voice revealing my flustered state.

"Well, this shouldn't come as a shock to you, since we've discussed this and have already started on the oral thing."

"Oh god...you want me to....?

"Be the slut you are? Yes. You've shown what you are capable of, you've told me how oral you are, how much you like it, how many you can do....all that."

"But these are your friends!" I protested....yet still intrigued.

"I think we already worked out and agreed that you'd finally fulfill your oral fantasies and I've said I want that mouth worked OUT. Today will just be another day in that path."

I instinctively slipped my fingers to my already slick lips while the water cascaded over me. "Paul....this is getting to me, are you....sure? You aren't thinking....oh god.....all of them?" I asked fearfully, even as my fingers played with myself.

"God no! I think all four of them are smart enough to keep anything that happens private, for fear of the repercussions in the friendship. But, I also think all four of them harbor many fantasies about you. I can see it in their eyes. Plus, just for a selfish reason, I kind of want to see who in that group would actually "betray" me that way. It's always good information to have. And, I have to admit, I'm already a bit hard thinking of it. We both have that friend fantasy high on our list."

We did, I just didn't think he'd have the courage to let his friends do....that.

"So, here's the deal, that outfit, no underwear, they'll get plenty of looks. Along with the alcohol I think it'll loosen them up as the day goes by. Then, I want you to focus, concentrate on one of them, JUST one," he intoned sharply, which made me giggle. He knew I was a slut. When you find that one, ramp up the flirting, maybe allow more "private" looks. Maybe it will lead to touches...allow it, see where it goes."

"And if it....goes well, like we both think it could?"

"Find a time, hell, you know us, we'll be half drunk by the end of the first game, then see if you can get them somewhere "private." We have all sorts of rooms, nooks and crannies, plus the patio out back."

"Then what?" I asked nervously, I had to force myself to stop diddling, I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to be crazy with lust if I was going to do this thing. "What if he wants something more? What if he wants to touch....it....or anything?"

"Do what you normally do, you're a total slut, do what it takes to get the job done."

He was definitely talking himself into the whole thing. He must've been thinking about it all night. There definitely was a change in his friends normal demeanor when I opened the door and welcomed them in like that, one by one. Jim, Bob (the married hotties), then Evan and Blake. Even their hugs seemed more....sexual. A few of their hands even stroked across the fabric of the yoga pants covering my ass. It didn't seem so accidental, as in the past. The air was thicker with anticipation and innuendo. Their comments, most often veiled in politeness were now more pointed.

"God, those pants," smiled Bob lewdly. "Did Paul paint those on you?"

We all laughed. The door seemed open, though, everyone was freer with their words and actions. They did manage to avoid the touching until they were into their second beers, which I was bringing. I was the beer wench, as always. I leaned over to fetch an empty beer and Evan took that opportunity to quickly slide his hand up the back of my leg to my cheek. It was covered by the sound of someone getting a touchdown or something, which shifted the attention away from me for the moment. That allowed him to linger, I even purposely stayed in that position an extra second or two like I was having trouble picking up the bottle. He had a good handful when I pulled away with a smile. The "game" was on. Evan was one of the bearded guys, it was even flaming red. almost a lumberjack type. He had been Paul's friend the shortest time, it only being a year or two. It immediately seemed likely he'd be, "the one."

Alcohol is a libido enhancer, at least for the brain. The more they drank, the cruder it got, but still, always when Paul was not around. Third beer or so in I was followed pretty much every time I went to the kitchen to fetch something for them. Usually it was one, or even two of them. They were freed and encouraged by each other's behavior.

I was retrieving a couple more beers. They were down to the ones in the fridge drawers. I bent to get them and I heard Bob and Jim whistle. I realized my top had ridden up and they could see my whole tits, or at least one, hanging under the top. I blushed but wiggled my ass and stuck my tongue out.

"Don't threaten us with it if you aren't going to use it!" joked Jim.

I actually felt relaxed and free now. Paul seemed to be purposely vacant, he stayed out by the grill a lot of the time. I think he wanted to "help" get the action going. I was more relaxed and started really enjoying the flirting. Since you've read this far you know how big a slut I am and how worked up I get from my behavior it shouldn't come as a surprise. I got to the point in my head that I said, "fuck it, if he wants his friend enjoying my mouth then so be it."

Still, "friend?" or "friends," I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to separate them. Now though, I was determined to let "that fucker's" friends, one of them, have me at my best. I still had to make it happen somehow, though. Darn him if he hadn't worked me all up so much that he knew I would. I decided I'd have some more fun by teasing Paul every time I had something to use against him.

After the refrigerator incident I strolled out with a sexy smile to his post at the grill.

"Hey baby, Oopsie, but I think a couple of them just saw my tits, at least one anyway."

His eyes opened, he gave me a wolf grin and made me tell him how it happened.

A little later, I surprised him by telling him that in the hallway after using the bathroom I ran into, actually literally bumped into Evan and I said, "sorry," and he said, "you can bump into me any time." He must've seen my blush and the fact that I hadn't moved past him. He got this look in his eye, an evil, scheming one. Then to my shock, he reached out and twisted my nipple really hard through the jersey. I yelped and he said, "call it a collision tax," he coolly grinned.

"Holy fuck, he grabbed your nipple?" Paul said, as if trying to process it. "Still, you have been teasing, the beer has been flowing. So.....is he going to be the one?"

"I don't know!" I said playfully slapping his arm. "I mean, I still don't have to do this."

"Yes you do, you are sucking one of their fucking cocks tonight," he growled in a way that kind of startled me. He was lost in it, almost like I was.

"Okay baby. I'm not sure if I can promise I can stop some of them from taking more, if they want," I said, searching for his guidance.

"Do what you need to to fulfill our fantasy, do what a slut like you normally does," he teased, hitting me to the core.

"Okay," I said meekly and I returned to the action.

The night game had started and we'd all had dinner so we crashed in the various couches. I found myself on the big part of the sectional between Bill, Evan, and Bob. Paul was in the recliner, Blake was standing, with a beer. I was surprised that Paul had allowed the seating arrangement but offered no protest when the guys sat down and dragged me down with them, there wasn't really room for all of us, I was squeezed in between Bob and Evan.

"Take a load off! Paul your woman needs a rest!" joked Bill. He just shrugged, that gave them them okay. The game was wild and high scoring (I guess) because there was a lot of yelling and commotion. The guys were betting back and forth about who would score, when, how. I had one leg over Bob's leg, due to our close proximity and limited couch space. He soon had a hand on my leg which he moved whenever Paul would look, only to have it return and, after not seeing much objection, kept it there. Slowly rubbing his fingers in circles on my thigh....to my inner thigh, out of Paul's sight. It was apparent to the others, however.

I got up to "fetch" again and Blake not so covertly pinched my ass cheek hard, which caused the others to laugh at my reaction. Paul was in the kitchen at the time. I found myself having to excuse myself to wipe myself up since all I had between me and my pussy was the thinnest of fabrics in the stretchy pants. They kidded me about having a weak bladder. I knew the truth would be dangerous and I'd find myself pinned to the floor by them.

By then all of them had made a move in one way or the other. Even the two hottie married guys had participated but I didn't see them, or me, breaching that taboo. That left Evan and Blake, with Evan being much more the aggressor type. He also was younger than Paul, much. They met through work in some fantasy football thing, or whatever that stuff is called. He was actually younger than me, probably 27 or so. I preferred Blake's "looks" but was probably far more turned on by Evan's alpha, aggressive manner.

Still, would there be any way that I'd ever get a chance to be alone with any of them? This was supposed to be a "simple" blowjob but I suddenly feared it spinning out of control. Even at its worst, though, at least it was his friends, and his home...surely there'd be SOME restraint or decorum. Alpha Evan met me again coming out of the bathroom, he'd been waiting for me. As is their nature, they work it out.

"Time for the tax," he grinned lewdly. He pulled on both of my nipples this time and I stifled a groan. He just chuckled, proudly. "Yeah, I knew you'd be into that. The tax gets stiffer with each penalty."

I giggled at his lingering on the word stiffer. I looked down the hall, the guys were still rapt by the game. I wondered if this was the situation, the time. I quickly made the decision. I lifted my jersey over my tits quickly and said, "maybe I need to pay the bare tax, then."