** SPOILER - This literary work depicts a young man willingly observing his girlfriend being taken by another. Even though, this work does not include any homosexual or bisexual acts, desires, or intentions, I am not denying them in any manner. So, if you are no longer interested, then feel free to fuck off and find something else to read. Otherwise, I gladly welcome any questions and comments. With enough positive feedback, I may turn this into a trilogy. **
Disclaimer - The following is based on a true event. Of course, all names and places have been changed to protect the guilty. Also, keep in mind that all events contained within are between consenting adults in a time before cell phones, seatbelt laws, and the term 'cuckold' became widely known.
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Prelude: My name is John. It's rather vanilla, I know. It's just as plain as the small northern Midwest town I grew up in. After high school graduation, I got as far away as I could by opting to attend college in the deep south. It was there that I met people from the big cities and learned that there were many other types of relationships than the typical 'man meets woman, has children, and lives happily ever after'. Two of those people were my roommate and my girlfriend.
Chapter One.
My first couple of college years were not uneventful, but fairly normal for a man who was young, dumb, and full-of-cum. I developed a knack for the nightlife and picked up work as a bartender to help pay my way.
In fact, most of the people I had come to know was through my work. One of those would be Darren, another student, who would quickly become my best friend and roommate.
Darren was the typical walking conundrum. He was outdoorsy but not athletic, hefty but not overweight, witty but not sharp, and his mouth nearly always took action before his mind. Which was the root cause of most trouble I found myself in back then.
My third year, however, things would change when I began dating a girl that I had no plans of ever taking home to meet the parents. Rachel grew up in a single parent home where her mother 'supplemented' the household income as a street busker with some rather questionable and debaucherous means. (Looking back, I am quite certain that Rachel absorbed a great deal of wisdom and attitude toward men and their sexual appetites from her mother.)
Despite being born and raised entirely in New Orleans, Rachel was 100% Irish in her genetics... red hair, light blue eyes, pale skin, and, above all, loved to drink, fight, and fuck.
She had a provocative and completely unrestrained charisma that became the centerpiece of attention no matter where she went. Even Hollywood elites would have been envious of how quickly heads turned once she entered a room. However, any dreams of becoming a famous runway model were dashed by a five foot-two inch frame carrying a hundred and eight, extremely well-placed, pounds.
One evening, several weeks prior to this event, I had forgotten the proverbial "do not disturb" sock on the doorknob and Darren walked in to catch the briefest glance of Rachel and I in the act before we dove beneath the bedsheets. He often reminded me of the mental photograph he took of Rachel in the buff and joked about how he wouldn't hesitate to put the moves on her the instant she and I broke up.
Everything I had been taught growing up said that I should sucker-punch him for mentioning all the dirty things he dreamed of doing to my girlfriend. Yet, I never once felt an inkling of aggression. On the contrary, I usually chuckled at every filthy fantasy and added, "you wish!" Hell, I was proud of my trophy girl and couldn't blame anyone for admiring her.
About halfway through our second semester, we faced a three day weekend which was too short for many students to drive home and back, but long enough to tempt all away from campus life for a bit. Quite a few classmates hastily and informally planned a camping trip to a state park about two hours from the school and, after a quick phone call requesting time off, Darren, Rachel, and I decided nature was calling to us.
Our Friday night planning session listed Darren as having the camping gear, I provided the transportation, and Rachel... well, she rarely went anywhere without alcohol. Other than that, we had decided to stop for ice and a few groceries at a little town just before the campgrounds.
The following morning, Darren and I folded down the rear seats of my little Datsun 510, loaded up, and arrived at Rachel's dorm around 10am. She sat out front wearing a plaid skirt (or 'mini-kilt' as she referred to it), white knee-high stockings with black oxford shoes, and a white blouse.
I was excited to get the show on the road, but quickly discovered that Rachel had started her day with a liquid breakfast and could barely stand on her own. I was a little more than upset that she had started the party without us but figured there would be plenty of time for her to sober up along the drive.
A few heated verbal exchanges were made as I loaded her duffle and booze, but I finally squeezed Rachel into the front seat while Darren opted to lay in the back cargo to nap.
Along the way, Rachel's belligerence did finally start to wane, but not before I may have regretfully made a few coarse remarks purely out of anger. Eventually, she shot me a glare that screamed, "fuck you, asshole!!!" However, she quietly dismissed her inner rage when she stated, "either take me back to campus or wake me when we get there." Then she proceeded to crawl into the back. I was left alone up front fuming in silence to contemplate my options. I chose to continue as planned because I figured she'd be back to her usual happy-go-lucky self once we set up camp and settled in.
For the next twenty minutes, I just listened to the droning of tires on pavement. I adjusted the rearview mirror to quickly check on my weary companions only to discover that they weren't sleeping... but making out! Not just kissing, but full on tongue wrestling, skirt hiked up, panties off, thighs spread, and three fingers buried deep. My heart thuddded and I thought of slamming the brakes... but I froze up.
Instead, I found myself staring slack-jawed at those curly ginger pubic hairs glistening with juices as Darren's thick, meaty fingers explored Rachel's depths. Her hand gripped his wrist as if to tell him no, but the way her legs widened and hips bucked was nothing more than a begging invitation to continue. The scene was more than surreal, it was a fucking hot, wet, live porn show!
What the fuck was I thinking!?! I should have been enraged, yelling, and ordering them out of my car. But, my heart pounded and all I could do was shift my focus intermittently between the rearview activities and trying to keep the vehicle between the lines.
A severely out-of-position dick began to ache against the confines of my jeans. However, I was enrapt by the raw, daring sexual energy that attracted me to Rachel in the first place and yearned to see more.
It was evident that the two were trying to be as quiet as possible, but finally, a stifled gasp pierced the silence when Rachel's body stiffened. Darren's hand quickly left her quivering labia gaping as he frantically tried to free one of her tits to suck on.
Soon, Rachel's blue eyes rolled back and she lifted her head to see if their indiscretions had gone unnoticed. When she realized that I had been aware the entire time, she immediately froze. Her petrified gaze held in mine until I felt the vehicle riding on the shoulder of the road.
I looked away to steer us back on course and when I returned my attention to the mirror, she issued a challenging stare just before her hand dove into the front of Darren's shorts. A few strokes later, she grab his hair to pry him from her breast and whisper in his ear. Instantly, Darren shoved his shorts and boxers down far enough for Rachel to wrap her fingers around the fattest cock I had never really noticed until that minute.
Rolling onto her knees, Rachel positioned her face for a descent into Darren's lap while he awkwardly strained to reach over her hiked up ass and finger her again.
In that very moment, I realized that I craved to see my lover getting penetrated and pleasured... her sexual desires completely and utterly sated.
