My name is Sarah, and I am addicted to sex. There, I admit it. I wasn't always, you know? I didn't even like sex up until about three years ago. That's when my life changed. I had been dating my husband, Scott, about a year and we had been intimate probably a handful of times. Then one night Scott said he wanted a favor. When I asked what, I was sure he wanted me to give him head. However, he shocked me by saying, "I want to eat you out and only stop when I want to." Up until this point I always made him stop after just a few quick licks of my pussy, basically just enough to help lubricate me for sex. I was very uncomfortable with being exposed so blatantly even to my boyfriend, but I consented to his request. At first I was uncomfortable, but as he continued kissing and licking, I soon felt my temperature rise. As I was nearing orgasm Scott stopped licking, quickly changed positions, and began fucking me so hard the house shook. Not long after he slid into my wet pussy I was cumming on his dick. That was the first time I had ever cum from sex. Ever since then I have craved sex.
That night made me a different person. Scott and I got married a short time later and have continued to enjoy a healthy if even a little kinky sex life. I am no longer shy, and willing to try anything, which leads me to the events of just a couple of months ago. Scott and I had already posted pictures of us on the internet, but it seemed we wanted to go a step further than before. He soon suggested that we have someone take pictures of us to post that way we could both be in them. My pussy got damp as I thought about having someone in the room taking pictures while we fucked, so I agreed to it on the condition that the photographer was someone we knew and trusted. Scott flashed me a sly little smile as he said he had the perfect person in mind. He suggested his best friend Thomas. Thomas is six foot tall, handsome, and has one of those personalities that makes a girl weak in the knees. Soon thoughts of him seeing me naked then watching me fuck Scott appeared in my mind. Just the idea was starting a fire in my pussy. I knew then and there that I wanted to try it. To my disappointment though, Scott didn't bring it up again after the initial conversation.
About two weeks later Scott and I had planned to take a weekend away to go to the city. As we were packing our bags to leave the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, and I was happy to see Thomas's name.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello Sarah."
"Hey, Thomas. What's up?" I responded.
"Not much," Thomas replied. "Is Scott around?"
"Yeah, he's in the bedroom packing. I'll get him for you Thomas."
"How many times have I told you? Call me Tommy," Thomas said.
"Oh, I know it's just that Thomas sounds sexier," I replied before I even knew what I was saying.
Thomas paused before answering, "Well if that's the case than you can call me Thomas as much as you want, but I have to warn you, it might go to my head knowing that every time you say my name you are thinking it is sexy."
As always I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut and replied, "It's not the name, but when I think about you and how sexy you are, Tommy would just detract from that."
"Oh so it's me that you think is sexy. I wonder what Scott would think of that?" Tommy joked. "Don't you think he would be jealous knowing that you think I am sexy? I bet it would be worse if he knew just how hot I think you are."
"Now you are making fun of me, and lying too."
"Why? Because I think you are sexy too?" Thomas asked. "If you can keep a secret, I always thought Scott got lucky to have married such a beautiful woman, and yes, it's true I think you are very sexy."
Shocked, I mumbled, "Thank you. I'll get Scott for you."
I quickly took the phone in to the bedroom as thoughts of Thomas and I fucking soon entered my head. This was too much. Having him take pictures was one thing, but now knowing he thought I was hot, I realized I wanted his cock. What would Scott do if he found out? Would he be mad, or would it turn him on. I just didn't know. He was always the kinky one in our relationship, coming up with new things to try, and wanting to experiment more than me. Admittedly I usually liked the ideas he brought to the bedroom and requested them again and again, but it was still usually his ideas.
As Scott talked to Thomas I stood in the doorway admiring his short but handsome build. He is 5'10" with a tanned athletic body. He is not one of those overly muscular guys, but he does keep fit and in shape. His eyes and hair are dark brown, and he has more than a few tattoos visible when he takes his shirt off. Not so many that he looks like a biker or a rock star, but enough to show how much he once partied. I think we look good together; all of our attributes seem to match. I am 5'8" with brown hair a shade lighter than his. My tan is hard worked for in tanning beds, where as his just comes naturally from being in the sun. I am not athletic, but I am not out of shape either. I keep trim, and don't have any complaints with my body. My favorite part is my breasts, while Scott likes my ass most.
As I thought about how well Scott and I fit together, I realized that I loved him very much, and I didn't want to lose him by having sex with his best friend. So that was that. As my mind drifted back to the present, I began to listen to my husband talk.
"No, no, I insist." Pause "I'm sure she would love for you to come." Pause "I'm sure. So we'll call when we get in town. Okay here she is bye." I listened to Scott say just before he handed me the phone with a big smile on his face.
"Hello," I said as I left Scott to finish his packing and took the phone to the other room.
"Hey Sarah," Thomas said, "about earlier, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm really sorry."
"No it's fine Thomas. I was just shocked that you felt the same way, and I guess it got me thinking a little too vividly. Nothing to worry about. By the way, what did you and Scott talk about?" I asked.