AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is a follow up of the story "
Sharing Lily with Louis
" which I highly recommend you read first.
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We didn't try anything again for a couple of months after that. For the first week or so I moped around the apartment but Lily and I have a strong relationship, and we talked it out. In the end I came to the conclusion that I would like to try it again, but this time didn't intend to be sidelined quite as much; because I had been so nervous about our first threesome, I'd assumed that Lily was going to be just as shy, though I suppose I should have known she would get wild once she was into it. Now that I knew the procedures a little better, I was ready to have my voice heard, and my cock felt. I knew, of course, that despite feeling guilty, Lily would be very, very willing to go for round two with Louis, so after some deliberating, we decided to make it happen again.
The plan was for him to come over the following Friday, for some late night fun. That evening we were having a small party with a few friends (which Louis couldn't make, being the busy man that he was) and the idea was to loosen up with a few drinks before Louis joined us and we got down to business. He was arriving quite late, leaving Lily and me some time between the party and his arrival to fool around and warm up. Since my rather negative reaction during the first threesome, I had warmed up to the idea of seeing Lily fucked by another man, especially in the ass, which she took like a champ, and I got horny just thinking about other men checking her out. None the less it still made me jealous to actually witness her doing something with someone else. So, when Lily asked me if it was okay that she wore a low-cut top to the party and flirted a little extra, in preparation for Louis, I was hesitant to consent, though of course I did. It was, after all, pretty hot to see her in action.
Despite my apprehension, I enjoyed her performance thoroughly, especially when it came to Will, my best friend, who was always the most flirtatious guy in the room, and this evening enjoyed her attention a lot. I watched on, jealous despite myself, as she rested her hand on his knee when they talked and laughed at his every joke.
By the end of the evening everyone had left except Will, as was usual since we started our tradition to end every party with a few beers, just me and him, though Lily had not gone to bed yet. She was sitting on his knee, straddling it as she occasionally caught my eye and smiled sexily. I smiled back and tried to continue the conversation as best I could with Will, but every now and then I could see her actually grinding her pussy against his knee, as she pretended to shift her weight. I'm sure he noticed it as well, but he took it in stride, bless him, and kept up the conversation with gusto, resting his hands inconspicuously on his own legs, a beer in one of them. We were all drinking, and aside from being incredibly horny at Lily's show, we were all also slowly and surely getting drunk. Finally, Lily stood up, grinding her pussy hard against Will's leg one last time, and leaning on it with both arms to push her tits together for me as she made to get up.
"I think it's time I went to bed, guys, don't stay up too late, now."
She walked over to me, bending over to kiss me. Our lips met briefly and she paused as we parted to give me her 'look,' meaning she wanted me to join her in bed as soon as possible. Walking away, she let her hand linger on my shoulder, and she put a little extra swing in her hips, which worked for Will's benefit as much as it did mine.
"What, no kiss for me?" Will called after her. He always had been a cheeky guy, and this was one of his most common goodbyes to her.
I played along and called after, "yeah that doesn't seem fair!"
I knew she found him attractive, we had talked about it before. He is quite tall and has strong arms, ending in equally strong hands, with big fingers, which Lily loved to point out would feel amazing, to my slight chagrin. None the less, I didn't expect her to do what she did next: she came back around the corner, and walked towards Will. My heart started beating faster as she approached him, coming to a halt in front of him with her stance wide and her arms akimbo. He leaned back on the couch, a little confused as to where his joke was taking him, and smiled nervously at me. I managed a smile as Lily looked back at me, and then sat down and straddled his lap, her hands gripping the back of the couch behind him as she leaned in, tilting her head sideways as if she was about to kiss him. Will spread his arms, in defeat, or as a football player proving innocence in a foul, but Lily pulled back before her lips touched his and smiled triumphantly, "can't handle it, huh?"
"Well I can," he scoffed, trying to recover, "but I don't know if Sam can."
I laughed, "oh, I can."
She looked back over her shoulder, still straddling him, and winked. I bit my bottom lip at the sight, and smiled back. She got up, kissed her two fingers and placed them on his lips, and left the room.
Now left alone, Will and I went out on the balcony with our half-finished beers. Though initially a little shocked, he played it cool and conversation soon resumed. We sat down and talked about girls (of course) and preferences, etc. There is one thing Will and I have always disagreed on and that is boob-size on girls. I have always been one for a nice, big pair of breasts, but Will prefers them petite, which I have never understood. I finished my beer and opened another.
"Trust me dude, big boobs are nice, when you've got yourself a good handful, with some nice cleavage, mmh," I mimicked fondling a pair and put on a content smile.
He laughed, "well I get that you like cleavage, but it's much better when they're small and perky, with some nice nipples."
"What, big can't be perky? What about Lily's, they're perfect!"
"They're nice, but I dunno, the only big boobs I have seen have weird nipples," he answered.
"Trust me, Lily's are beauties."
"Oh yeah?" he smiled, cracking open his sixth beer of the night, "you got any pictures?" he asked, teeth showing in a wide grin and a glint of mischief in his eyes. This was actually not an uncommon thing for him to request, so I just took another swig, "nope, sorry bud."
Then I started thinking about the folder I had on my laptop of a 'photoshoot' Lily and I had made over webcam one night, and wondered what would happen if I actually showed him them. Though I was slightly uncomfortable with the idea, the thought of seeing him ogle my girlfriend was pretty hot. Bolstered by the beer, he pressed on "you're lying, of course you do," he said matter-of-factly.
I paused for a split second, "nah man, sorry," though admittedly the alcohol was working in his favour, focusing my mind on the turn-on of showing (very sexily posed) naked pictures of my girlfriend to my best friend, rather than the fact that I would be showing naked pictures of my girlfriend to my best friend.
"Awwh, come on, it's tradition!" he said, referencing the fact that a couple of our closest friends had shown us pictures of their exes, though I'd never heard it referred to as a tradition before. I looked at him sideways from where I was sitting next to him and checked if he was serious. He looked like he didn't want anything more in the world, though he tried not to betray it, and I opened my mouth to say no again, but instead, on impulse, got up and fetched my laptop.
Will looked like he couldn't believe his luck as I returned with the laptop and opened it. Without a word, I found the files, and opened them for him.
"Oh wow," was the only thing he could say over and over again as I showed him picture after picture of Lily in a variety of poses on a chair; playing with her tits, pulling her hair, gagging herself on her fingers, hanging her plump, round ass off the edge of the chair to show it off, riding the chair, fingering herself, her head thrown back in pleasure, you name it.
When we had cycled through them all he immediately said, "do you have any more?" a pleading look in his eyes.
I smiled, "weeeelll --"
"Yes!" he said, "show me."
"She's right inside, I'm sure with the right persuasion, she'll be willing to help out," I said. I couldn't believe what I had just suggested, and realized what this meant; another guy was going to get off to my girlfriend; another guy ogling Lily. She'd love it of course, but a pang of regret and pre-emptive jealousy hit me as I realized what I'd done. At least she wouldn't be fucking him; Louis would be taking care of that.