Guilt!
It was tearing a hole in my heart as I looked in the mirror at my fiery red ass. I stood naked in my bathroom studying it carefully trying to come up with an explanation for Steve. I knew when he would come home that evening he'd be expecting a blowjob. And why not? I'd been handing them out like candy for weeks. Just thinking about sucking off his big cock made me need to slip a finger into my still soaking horny pussy and wiggle it around in an attempt to alleviate my stress. But, for the first time since I'd been masturbating, images of balls on my chin while a cock throbbed and released its load deep in my throat where failing to get me off. I worked at it for over ten minutes, furiously rubbing my clit, cramming fingers deep inside me, and even shoving my thumb up my ass. Nothing was working. I was completely worked up but unable to get off and it was really pissing me off.
Finally, John's smug face appeared in my brain demanding that there would be, "no cock sucking for one week." That image was quickly followed by Steve's sad face with his hard cock in his hand after I told him that I wouldn't be giving him any sex for a while. I suddenly exploded into orgasm squirting all over the bathroom counter in front of me and soaking both of my hands, (the one in my pussy and the one working my ass). "Ohh...God...Yes," I cried as I dropped to my knees, "You can only have sex after John tells me you can have some..." I yelled aloud picturing Steve standing behind me being cuckolded, sad and horny.
As soon as I had recovered I felt sick to my stomach. Something was wrong with me. I was truly twisted. Was I really going to make my husband suffer for nothing more than the sake of our neighbor Steve's (and apparently my) sexual gratification? I knew I was on the edge of heading down a dark path that could ultimately end in disaster. So why was this decision so difficult for me?
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In my second year in college I had a boyfriend for a short while named Jim. He was an English major, medium height, a little on the thin side, really sweet, with a perfect 8 inch long and very thick circumcised cock. It was beautiful. To him, a God fearing Midwestern boy, I was a nasty girl. I would give him hand jobs under tables at restaurants, in bars, I'd blow him in the car, and in bathroom stalls around campus. He'd never had a girl swallow his cum or let him cum on their face, which I was all about it. Hence I became his "dirty little sweet girl". The whole relationship was really kind of cute and adorable.
We were at one party one night and I was a little drunk when Patty, this drop dead gorgeous girl with whom I had some unexplained rivalry with, began flirting with him just to piss me off. I watched them from across the room until she leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. To be fair, he didn't stand a chance to do the right thing. He was blindsided and was caught off guard by her brazenness. But, being a little drunk, I stormed over, pushed her away and then began yelling at him. Imagine me, the blowjob queen being possessive, but there I was telling him and everyone else around that he was cut off until further notice and that he owed me big time. He was extremely embarrassed and apologetic but I was in a drunken rage that lasted for several days. During that time, he did everything he could to make it up to me, sending flowers, leaving sweet messages and notes apologizing, and asking for forgiveness. However, I was committed to letting him sweat it out for a while and actually enjoyed making him beg.
A few days later I was in my dorm room by myself trying on my roommate's clothes. I was looking at myself in the mirror wearing one of her sexy tiny little sundresses with no bra and my favorite pink thong. The dress was very low cut and because my tits were a little bigger than hers it was showing most of my tits. I actually laughed out loud looking at how my nipples poked through the extremely thin material and how it barely covered my ass and thinking that although tremendously sexy, it was way too small. I believed I'd probably be raped walking around campus wearing it.
Then someone knocked loudly on my door, which the mirror was attached to, scaring the hell out of me. I stayed quite fearing it was my boyfriend and hoping he'd go away. But the knocking continued until I heard Tony's voice, my boyfriend's best friend calling my name and asking me to let him talk to me.
Tony was a linebacker for the college football team. He was 6'4" and built like a tree trunk. He and my boyfriend grew up in the same God fearing Midwestern town and went to the same schools their whole life. They were very tight, the best of friends, and very committed to watching out for each other. I took a good look in the mirror and felt my pussy flush. I got so turned by the thought of exposing myself to Tony dressed like a slut that I had a small orgasm and soaked my thong.
I flung the door wide open and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and an angry look on my face, "What the fuck do you want?" I scolded.
His eyes almost fell out of his head, "Holy shit..." was all that came out of his mouth. For the longest time he said nothing and with his jaw on the floor just gawked at my body. He made me feel like a baby gazelle standing in front of a lion. I took the opportunity to glance at his crotch and saw his cock twitch and grow a little in his pants. It made my mouth water. When his eyes finally made contact with mine he stuttered, "Uh...uh...Jim wants me to talk to you."
"Well, get your ass in here," I ordered standing to the side and pointing to the chair at the desk behind me. He carefully stepped over the clothes sprawled on the floor and obediently sat in the chair strategically placing his hands in his lap to hide the growing bulge. I closed the door, "So what do you have to say?" I asked.
He began to stammer some rehearsed speech, "Jim is so sorry," he started, "bla, bla, bla...it was just a mistake...bla, bla, bla...". He seemed very timid which was very contrary to his usual bold and boisterous personality. Either way, I couldn't concentrate on a thing that he was saying because all that was going through my mind was getting back at Jim...well..that and sucking cum from the hard cock that was covered up in front of me. So, I began my little game of teasing and I bent over at the waist and to pick up clothes from the floor and tossing them to my bed. I knew I was not only giving Tony a great view of my cleavage down the top of my dress, but it was so short that when I bent over I knew it was exposing so much of my ass he could probably see the strap of my thong in the mirror behind me. And, by the way he was stuttering, I knew he was looking and taking it all in.
Finally, I stood up looking very annoyed, strategically holding a black lacey bra in one hand and the matching thong in the other, and looked him in straight in the eye, "Jim is the one who was kissing that slut, I didn't do anything," I yelled shaking my fists so that my tits would jiggle. As I continued my nonsensical rant I felt my nipples grow so hard under his gaze that they began to ache. I was getting so turned on I would have been willing to let him take my virginity (but I'm getting away ahead of myself). I finally decided to lay the cards on the table, "...and you show up here to defend that asshole yet you've got a big hard on!"
He started to get up, "Oh god...I should go...".
