It was too late to stop now-- there was nothing I could do! Here I was, climaxing on this guy's dick as he smugly thrust into me-- and my husband was right outside the door! I had been tricked into cheating-- and I was loving it!
This isn't something I wanted, let alone tried to make happen. How did I end up in this here? Let's start from the beginning-- all the way back, when bikinis had two pieces!
In college my sorority sisters and I went to a beach themed fraternity party. We all wore matching white string bikinis with our letters stitched in red on the left cup, strappy heels, and mesh sarongs (which didn't hide very much.) The guys came shirtless in lettered trunks and flip flops, and most had whistles (so the girls could blow them, what cornballs!) Late into the party I spotted a cute guy, but he wasn't in a frat. While he was well built and rugged looking, he spent most of his time cloistered in the library, so at this beach he was a fish out of water. I said hi (I may be in a sorority, but I'm not stuck up!) We hit it off, we were both econ majors and had a lot in common. As a freshman he didn't have a whole lot of experience with these kind of parties, so he was respectful and didn't try anything with me, which was really nice-- and weird!
But I did have experience with these parties... All around us drunk people were hooking up with willing partners, and by that point I was pretty drunk and pretty willing. While we were standing around chatting the bartender in red trunks (very cute, and we had been flirting a little earlier!) comes over to us holding two pitchers of beer.
"Could you hold this real quick?" He handed me the full pitchers.
"Ok ..." I said surprised, my coordination triply impaired by the beers I drank and the beers I was holding.
As soon as I had them, he leans in, cups my ass and kisses me! I was so surprised I just went along with it! I just stood there, high in my heels, a pitcher in each hand, making out with a guy whose name I didn't even know while people around cheered. "Woah, okay then!" I said, breaking the kiss.
My poor fish out of water stood there with his mouth hanging open, not sure what he was allowed to feel, but certainly envious. The bartender slapped him on the back jovially. "Sorry buddy, house rules, she's too hot to keep to yourself!"
He was at a loss for words. "Um, no problem."
The bartender didn't hesitate. "Well, if you're ok with it..." And in a flash we were making out again, this time his hands sliding to my ribs! I have to admit, he was a good kisser.
"What do you say we get out of here?" he says, boldly snapping my top from the front.
Cocky bastard, right in front of a guy he probably assumed was my boyfriend! I handed back the pitchers, "I'm sure there are a lot of other girls who would be happy to have your beer spilled on them."
He laughed and turned to leave. "You better keep your girlfriend on a short leash, she's a wild one!"
My new "boyfriend" tried to be a good sport, but he was a little disoriented. "It was just a kiss," I assured him, "it doesn't really count." I made a little sexy pose and winked at him. "You can't blame him for trying."
We spent the rest of the night talking about everything, it was like we were totally in synch with each other. He even tried to impress me with a card trick, which was dorky, but still totally fooled me! He was so handsome, and so sweet-- was I meeting the perfect guy at a party, of all places? He seemed to be everything I could ever have asked for in man. I had to remind myself to take it slow, I didn't want him to think this was some impulsive fling, like kissing the bartender, that I'd forget tomorrow. I wanted him to feel what I felt. I was actually thinking that that night could be the start of a beautiful relationship with a wonderful man. And I was right.
I had only one regret from that night, and even though it doesn't have anything to do with him I still feel kinda bad about it. I was young, tipsy, and-- you only live once, okay? So we're trying to have a conversation, which was difficult with all the loud music, alcohol and half naked debauchery going on around us. At one point we heard the sounds of sex coming over the music speakers and I figured someone was playing a porno as a joke, but I realized it was actually two real people somewhere at the party having sex! The sounds were being played for the amused partiers. After a minute I could tell the girl knew everyone could hear them, because she was hamming it up, squealing and cooing, talking dirty, telling him how big he was, how hard he was-- she was definitely playing the part of the drunk slut for the benefit of her unseen audience.
It was hard for both of us-- well, him-- to concentrate on our conversation, especially after I told him she was one of my sorority sisters-- which she wasn't, I just said it to blow his mind. So with that I excused myself to go to the bathroom, leaving him to enjoy the "bikini beach soundtrack". I made my way past drunk and giggly girls and drunk and handsy boys, and past the guy at the top of the stairs who told me that the top floor was now a Caribbean resort and I had to give him my top. I dodged him and went down the hall, opened the door to the bathroom and-- oops!
There was the same bartender guy, naked, balls deep in some gorgeous brunette who was perched on the bathroom sink. She had one long leg over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his pumping ass.
"Oh--!" I said.
