This is part of a series of stories my partner and I have written to each other exploring our fantasies - in this case, 2 guys, 1 girl. We hope to live out soon and will share the real story then to see how it compares
My partner is a beautiful, petit, half Filipino and half white girl with long, dark hair. She's 31 years old, very feminine with firm, natural D cup tits that are unreal on her slender frame. She turns heads. If only those heads knew how hot she was in bed, just how tight and wet her pussy is! She is very multi-orgasmic and will often have 20-30 orgasms in a regular session - although she claims that it's because I'm "expert," I'm sure and hope she had lots of great sex before she met me. Our sex life is frequent, prolonged and deeply satisfying.
Note to the haters, please don't waste your or our time doing a psychological analysis of the story. You're here reading it!
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It's Monday evening and I give you 3 sheets of paper. Each one has a letter on it's top, right hand corner - 1, 2 and 3. Alongside the letter is a photo of a man, handsome, masculine. A table holds vital stats like height, physique, size of cock. You note that each one is described as muscular and a long and thick cock. You cross your legs and flick through them again.
Finally you elect 1. A good choice. I let 1 know that Saturday evening will be the day. He responds saying he can't wait to be balls deep in you. We have a plan.
We've been excited all week but haven't had sex - the anticipation is part of the fun. When Saturday morning finally arrives, it feels like it's been a very long week. We start around lunchtime with going in to get your nails done. You choose a French manicure and pedicure. As the girl is doing your nails, you can't help but think what your hand will look like around his cock, what it will feel like, how it will taste. You try not to smile as you make small talk with the girl.
We head next to the hair dressers. They take their time getting it washed, blow dried and straightened. They ask if it for a special occasion and you say a ball. Internally you smirk at the pun especially when the girl asks what you'll be wearing.
At the make up place you ask for smokey eyes and wet-look lips. You catch yourself in the mirror. You know you look hot. On the way out I attempt a fondle and you jokingly tell me to behave, wait and anyway, this isn't for me.
At the lingerie shop we explore options. Baby dolls? Stockings only? What about these sheer French knickers that really show off your ass? How much is too much and how much is too little? We settle on a black bra, matching g-string and stockings that attach to a matching suspender belt. You try on various dresses, camis and baby dolls but nothing quite does it like the dark olive dress you bought during the last holiday. We race home so you can put the whole thing together.
You come out of the bedroom looking jaw-droppingly-fuckable. You've added your highest heels to the look. Your stocking tops are below the bottom of the dress, the split at the front shows your naked inner thigh and your tits are busting out the top. I was hard before but now it's painful as I look you up and down. You give me a twirl and ask what I think. I can hardly answer - you look utterly fuckable, my little sexy slut with a wicked smile. I go to kiss you but you push me away again laughing and say you don't want to spoil your make up - and anyway, it's almost time.
I hop in the car and drive up to town and meet 1 in a bar. We spend 10 minutes chatting. He's tall, well-built and I think you'll like him. It's slightly awkward but I figure you'll ease the tension when we get home. I get 1 to the car and head home.
You can hear the lift coming up. Your heart is racing and you can feel that you're soaked. Nerves, yes - lots, but also adrenaline and lust. How should you greet him? You open the door and are relieved - he's hot - and let him in. As the door closes, you drop to your knees and undo his belt, button and fly. You can feel his rock hard cock trying to break free as you ease his boxers over his tool. It swings free. Hungrily, you grab it, look up at A and lick the underside of his long, thick shaft. For the next 10 minutes your mouth and hands gets acquainted with his cock and balls, sucking, licking and greedily stroking. You look hungrily into the lens as I take a photo of you sucking him. You feel so sexual.