Two o'clock in the afternoon. I splashed water on my face and shut the tap. Through the open door of the bathroom I could hear my girlfriend, Rebecca, giggling and cooing in the next room.
She might have been teasing our dog, Jackal. But as I stood before the mirror, toweling and listening, I knew she wasn't. My girlfriend was playing with our friend, David. And to judge by her tone of voice, she was probably playing with his penis.
I listened for a minute, remembering the night before, how Rebecca had begged us both to fuck her. How she had yielded her yawning mouth and swollen pussy and tight pink asshole to our tandem thrusts. How the bed had rocked and her feral grunts had filled the night air as she shuddered between us, sandwiched, double-plugged:
"Oh GOD yes fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK ME!!" she had hollered while David and I pumped her mercilessly.
"OH! Uh! UHHH!! FUCK ME!!" my girlfriend had begged.
I returned to the bedroom to find Rebecca crouching between David's legs, his fingers sifting through her chocolate curls as she suckled and swabbed his balls. Her tongue appeared pale and smooth against his sac, wrinkled bronze and glistening with her saliva.
She paused, open-mouthed before our friend's jewels, her breasts swaying between his knees. She flashed me an earthy grin, giggled, and began to suck...
Rebecca is nineteen years old, an English major. She has long, dark hair and freckled porcelain skin. We've been together for about a year. I'm her third lover. She's actually kind of a homebody, not much interested in dressing up and going out. But she does have a sexual side. She wears thongs. She goes braless around the house, affording visitors the hint of a wobbling breast here (her breasts are pretty big), a dark areola there. Hot-blooded in bed. She moans a lot and gives great head. Her back door is open whenever I come knocking. We've shared fantasies--spanking, bondage, golden showers--and experimented with them. We've entertained each other with vague talk of threesomes with another girl, another guy, anonymous extras, lightly dismissed as sounds-like-fun but, alas, improbable.
One evening two months ago, Rebecca and I were fooling around on the sofa when suddenly she asked me if I ever fantasized about her having sex with other men.
Gulp!
After some hesitation, I said yes.
"Really?" she asked.
I said yes, really, sometimes. Why?
She was too embarrassed to explain herself, but after a glass of wine and some gentle coaxing, my girlfriend announced she was ready to confess her "most secret" fantasy.
"Okay," she began.
"Maybe during a wild party-- or maybe after a swim--" she broke off, blushing and biting her lip.
"Go ahead," I said.
"I perform--" she buried her face in her hands, laughing, embarrassed. She was trembling slightly.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered encouragement.
"Ummm, okay," she revived, taking a deep breath.
"My fantasy is that after a party or one of our swims I perform oral sex on one or two of your friends, and then, you know--" she grinned.
I shivered with excitement and nearly shot my load. Rebecca shuffled closer.
"Can you imagine me doing that?" she asked.
I drew a deep breath. Rebecca loved to suck my cock, that much I knew. We had talked about her oral fixation. But--
Leaning close and stroking my suddenly aching erection, she whispered softly,
"Would you want to share me with your friends?"
I tore off her clothes and we fucked like pigs in hot, wet mud.
Rebecca's confession lingered in my head and warmed my groin for days afterward, during which time we were much in love and having great sex. I guess she'd been thinking about it, too. She seemed positively radiant. Kisses blown from behind the shower curtain, eyebrows raised across the breakfast table, took on a deeper meaning.
When at last I asked Rebecca about the scenario she had described the other night, she insisted it was only a fantasy.
"I'm sure I'd chicken out," she said. "I'm not really a slut," she added unconvincingly.
"Maybe there's a side of you that is a slut," I gently countered, tracing my fingertips over her soft, pale breasts spilling everywhere out of her summer dress, her nipples pushing like gumdrops through the floral print.
She watched my hand, delighting in my caress, and slipped her own hand inside my thigh. She closed her eyes and smiled and rested her head on my shoulder.
After long silence, she chuckled lasciviously.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said.
At last she drew a breath and said,
"I'd have to be pretty drunk."
My heart began to pound.
"Then what?" I asked.
"I don't know, you tell me," she countered.
Stroking her hair, I said,
"Maybe after a couple of drinks you'd want to get naked in front of the boys."
She squirmed and bit my shoulder.
"Who?" she asked.
"I don't know... maybe David and Rick."
She giggled. "David and Rick?"
"Yeah."
There was a long pause and we looked at each other, grinning.
"Okay," she said.
My cock was hard and aching. I pulled her pretty dress up along her smooth thighs and exposed her bush, nestled in the creamy triangle between her womanly hips.
"Would you like to give them head?" I asked her softly.
Rebecca pressed her hand over mine. She said nothing, but by now she was panting audibly. I slipped my fingers between her lips. We were both breathing hard. She began to gasp as I fingered her clitoris.
Again I whispered in her ear,
"Would you like to suck their cocks?"
"Yesss!" she blurted.
We kissed deeply for what seemed an eternity. She trembled, her legs open, naked up to her waist, grinding my hand.
