The Night Out 15

"U gonna cum tonite? ;)" I saw the message out of the corner of my eye.

"Bet" Zara texted back, as she turned to me. We were watching something on the tv, I can't remember what now. I was intrigued.

"You have plans tonight?" I asked.

"Remember Veer? He has a party at his house tonight, all old college friends. I was thinking about going." She pursed her lips. Well, there was a new Stormlight book out, and I really wanted to read it today. But if I spent our night off with my face buried in a book, I knew I'd never hear the end of it. So I had squared that away for after Zara fell asleep. But here a golden option was tantalisingly in front of me.

"You should go" I firmly said. "It's been so long since you've hung out with them. It'll be good." I added.

She looked at me quizzically, "I guess I could, it has been a long time. You sure you're okay with that?"

"Yeah, yeah of course!" I knew she used to hang out a lot with Veer's clique. They had a reputation for being playboys, but Zara had told me that it wasn't that way with her. And I could believe that. Zara had such a presence about her, that I doubted anyone could just treat her like a floozy.

She got dressed as I was making some snacks to go with my read-a-thon. I was gonna stay up late so she could call me when she was done, and I'd go pick her up. Zara exited our bedroom and my jaw was on the floor. She was wearing a skimpy little black dress that seemed to be bordering on indecency but still managed to cover up all the critical areas. She had eschewed a bra, I could make out, because that would have ruined the effect of the dress. She must have been wearing a thong, I supposed.

It wrapped around her sensually, her full breasts nearly pouring out of the dress, caramel coloured dusky skin looking dewy and shining in the light. She had done some special makeup today, which was barely noticeable as makeup but enhanced her aquiline features. Zara has a rosebud of a mouth that is often quirked in a smile, and full enticing lips which were painted a dark red, and finished with a shiny gloss. Her eyes are nutty brown and canted enhanced by carefully drawn wings on either sides, with laugh lines at the edges. Angelic curves fill out her figure, but what I love most of her, is her shapely toned ass. It tapers into thin gorgeous legs, today covered in sheer pantyhose that draws the eyes upwards, until it is interrupted annoyingly by the dress. But the dress is just high enough to make you wonder. Just high enough, that you can't tear your eyes away from that gorgeous ass when she bends over, because who knows what it may reveal.

"You look gorgeous babe" I gave her a micro-kiss on her glossy lips. She had called an Uber, and I could see the drivers eyes goggle at the sight of my wife-to-be. It was almost funny. "Text me when you get there!" I saw her off, and then settled back into my couch, surrounded by snacks, and starting the gigantic tome that I had been looking forward to all day.

She texted me when she reached, "Have fun" I replied, and went back into my book.

About an hour later, my phone pinged, "im gonna get so drunk today" Good, I thought to myself, she had been so wound up recently. Even on our dates, she was tense about all the planning for the wedding and everything. A bit of cutting loose would go a long way, I felt. "Yass" I encouraged her.

"Im so hrny babe wish u were here" Ah, drunk Zara texts. I was getting a bit turned on. Usually when Zara got drunk, we would have the best sex of our lives. "Should i come pick u up?" I replied. There was a pause after that. I returned to my book after a bit. It was still early, I'd call her after like half an hour or so, to check if I needed to go pick her up ASAP.

A snap pinged my phone while I was engrossed in my book. All thoughts flew out of my mind when I saw the expression on Zara's face. It was an expression of pleasure overwhelming reason, her eyes were crossed, her mouth half open, drool escaping the side, breath fogging the camera lens. There was darkness behind her. I figured she must have gotten drunk and had decided to sext me. She had never been particularly good at phone sex, it was always awkward and self conscious, so we had stopped whenever we had tried, but I guess drunk Zara really knew how to let go.

I texted her back, "Love to see that expression babe"

There was radio silence for a bit after that, so I got back to my book, slightly adjusting my pants. The next snap came about fifteen minutes later. It came up purple, but the image was pitch black so I was expecting some dirty talk. Breathy moans filled my room, Zara's voice like I'd heard only once or twice before when she was really going at it. Her whimpers were punctuated by the unmistakeable noises of cock slopping against an extremely wet pussy.

She moaned "That feels so good ahn" and then it abruptly cut off.

Was she. Could it be? Was she fucking someone there? What the fuck? Thoughts raced through my brain, as I was paralysed with what to do next. Should I go to her? Confront her? Why would she send me this? My heart pounding, I texted back worried, "what's going on?"

As I was waiting, I was surprised to find that I was getting harder. The memory of her voice kept replaying in my head. Those moans. They were so sexy. I loved it when she sounded like that. It made me feel great inside. But this was.. some other man making her feel that.. It felt like my emotions were betraying me. But try as I might, I was hard as a rock.

My phone pinged again as I was wrestling with this. "wanna see more?"

"What the fuck call me back now or we are done" I slammed back.

Another snap. Purple again. I debated whether or not to open it. But just thinking about watching her get fucked. It was overwhelming. But I really wanted to. But its so wrong. Ah fuck it let me see what it is atleast.

Zara was lit up by a phone flashlight, the room around her in pitch darkness. The angle was low, the noises were muted now, few shadows moved around the edges, it was clear there were multiple people here watching her take it. She was taking it like a champ.

And "it" was a glorious cock. When I watch porn, I love the pov stuff, I like to pretend that the dick on screen is my own. Mine is not impressive by any metric, but I tried desperately to make up for it by eating my partners out and fingering them. But the owner of this dick didn't need any of that. It was gorgeous, veiny and thick, and seemed to never end as she lifted herself high above him. "look at the slut taking it" whispers came from off to the side.

She was slowly moving up and down the length of the pole, and I felt as if it was filling her up even when she rose up to the apex of her lift before slamming inevitably down. Every stroke was accompanied by a keening noise deep within Zara. Her gorgeous perky breasts dripping with sweat, her hair about her face, her eyes blurred in ecstasy. Her thong was around her neck, looking like a thin collar, and the man she was riding, was holding on to it like a rein. I noted a few whispers from off to the side "Holy shit is she cumming?"

It took me so long to make her cum, and she had never cum while riding me. I always had to finger her or use a toy to make her truly cum. And here I saw her juices cascade down this cock, her pussy contracting in waves of pleasure that rode her body and will, and I couldnt help but stroke my cock at this entrancing erotic sight.

And then the fucking thing ended.

I was sitting there my cock rock hard in my hand, almost having cum without touching myself from seeing my girlfriend fuck the most gorgeous cock I'd ever seen. Did I just think that? Gorgeous cock? What the fuck. My head was getting light. I stepped out into the balcony to clear my head.

Ping. I didn't want to look at my phone. But I did. I did want to see her like that. I wanted that desperately. I felt like. I was gonna cum. And I needed to cum. I looked at it. "call and you can come looking at her"

A strange feeling rose within me. But. What the fuck. I really wanted to, no, needed this. I'd sort out my emotions later. I needed to come. I video called.

The view had changed. She was still lit by flashlights, but Zara was on her knees, her face obscured by cocks on every side. She was stroking the person who was holding the phone, while sucking off another one. She was sucking with the need and desperation that I rarely remember her having. It was the kind of sloppy blowjob she gave when she was really really horny.

The noises were exquisite. The slobber of tongue on cock, the lather of precum smoothing out the motion of stroking. Zara's hungry moans. The men's pleased grunts. Weirdly, that turned me on even more. That they were enjoying her blowjob skills. She took the longest one, which was still covered in her pussy juices, glistening, deep into her throat, and made a breathless gluck gluck kind of noise but didnt let up. He put a hand behind her head, I couldnt see his face, and held her in place as he was obviously cumming deep in her throat.

She came up for breath, swallowing hard, and without missing a beat deep throated the person holding the phone. Her desperate need matched mine. I was stroking my cock, just as hard as the three or four others surrounding her. One of the men guided her by bunching up her hair and using it as a grip, She usually hated anyone messing with her hair, but she seemed to take this in stride. It was so hot to watch her, the usually poised Zara being treated like a cheap slut and what's more, her obviously liking it. She seemed to be in her element, surrounded by cocks spurting pre-come and come onto her.

One man shot all over her face, and she switched from the one she was sucking to catch the next few bursts of his seed into her rosebud of a mouth, gaping wide. Then she came back to the guy she was sucking off almost immediately, hungry for more seed to fill her belly. She sucked with abandon, only engrossed in pleasing the thick and veiny cocks filling her sight.

It felt like I was watching porn, but also the surreal experience of watching my wife-to-be hungrily servicing these men was stirring me up like nothing else. Its almost as if I could feel her desperate need to quench the fire within them. I could see what she saw, these gloriously hard cocks, hard because of her body and her skills, hard and full of delicious cum waiting to be sprayed in her and on her. Everyone slowly converged on her, and the guy holding her hair yanked, and she instinctively seemed to understand.

She arched her back, and faced the ceiling, an odd expression of contentment on her face, with her mouth open, and tongue out, as all these cock heads, being stroked furiously pointed at her face. They all seemed to come nearly at the same time, coating her in ropes of steaming cum, sealing her eye shut with an errant shot, and she lapped up all that cum hungrily.

I came then, confused, hot, excited, wanting more, less and less disgusted by myself with every second. I didnt know what or how to feel or think. I collapsed in a heap, and the call cut out.

I got out of my daze after some time and checked my phone. It was full of images of Zara being taken every which way, close ups of her sucking, close ups of her pussy swallowing a cock, her covered in cum, her with a cock nestled between her breasts. "pick her up in the morning" the text said. "next party on sunday"

I couldn't wait.