It happened several more times that Katarina and I got together before her boyfriend was allowed the pleasures of Katarina's womanhood. Each time she and I got together, she began to dictate more of what I was to do to leave my obvious mark for her boyfriend to see. Evidence that it was not he that owned her body.
But it started to become obvious to me that I wasn't the owner of her pussy that I had previously boasted. No, no. I was waking up to the obviousness of whom was really in control of the unfolding story. One night she asked for spanking -- spanking that would leave welts on her ass and thighs. Another was nipple play that left her beautiful nipples purple from all the attention with my fingers and teeth. And still another night she took my cum all over her face and hair. Her boyfriend had to clean her up with his tongue, and, he got no pussy that night because I had not been inside her. Katarina was stepping into her new role with her boyfriend, which pleased me to see.
What surprised me next was how Katarina was starting to call the shots with me too. The night she called me up after her boyfriend had done his duty was the night she boldly stated the continuing terms of our interludes:
She wanted me to fuck her in front of her boyfriend. Essentially, she wanted to show him why she kept coming back to me, why our fucking was so compelling.
It was arranged, our show. I was to come over on a set night and he would already be there, waiting, sitting in a chair beside the bed. I was to walk in, upstairs into the bedroom, and do my thing.
That's pretty much the way it happened. What turned me on the most that night was the way she talked to both of us as it all happened. Katarina had already had already set the mental stage with her boyfriend, so when I walked in, she immediately took control by talking to me - very directly, very nasty-like. . . Very sexy.
She told me to get my big cock out for her boyfriend to see.