I rattled around my luxurious condominium for a few days, trying to manage my jealousy with alcohol, and facing the fact that my desire was driving me insane. Madison and Olivia were staying at Steve Baldwin's house, and even though I had just proposed to her, I knew that Baldwin was getting balls-deep inside my fiancée on a daily basis.
To make matters worse, Jody and Rachel were living at Baldwin's house, so he had four young bitches at his disposal. Clarkson and Baldwin were in cahoots, conspiring to derail my marriage to Madison, as it spelled the end of their sexual access to her. I didn't know it at the time, but I was soon given the first real test of my commitment to her.
Clarkson, knowing that his monthly suck-fest would end the second we got married, decided to offer me some temptation that he thought I would be unable to resist. He told Madison exactly what he was doing, and I later learned that they had a little wager on whether or not I would be faithful.
Even though he convinced Madison that his motives were pure, and done solely to ensure that I was ready to marry, I know that asshole did it just to drive a wedge between Madison and I. Baldwin also got involved, trying to ensure the continuation of his sexual encounters with my future wife.
By the fourth or fifth day of Madison's absence, I was horny beyond belief. At this point in my life, Madison was getting me off five or six times a day, and as I was resolutely opposed to jerking off, in an attempt to demonstrate my capacity to be faithful, my nuts throbbed with desire. I had imbibed a couple of vodkas to try and take the edge off, but I was still in a considerable state of arousal, when someone knocked on my door.
I lived in a guard-gated community which restricted access to any casual visitors, so I knew it had to be somebody that Madison had authorized to enter. When I answered the door, Jody was standing there with a bag of Chinese food, and a huge smile on her angelic face.
She was wearing an obscenely short, pink gingham dress, that made her look the picture of femininity. Paired with some pink stockings, and matching high-heels, she looked like one of the young models featured in Playboy's Girl Next Door pictorial. The dress was hemmed with white lace, which also ran across the top of her bodice, highlighting her perfect tits, as it raised them skyward and squeezed them tightly together. White lace also adorned the pink shoulder straps, and there were two feminine bows attached to the front of them. Jody also wore a pink choker, in the matching gingham check print, and a feminine hair bow positioned perfectly among her platinum locks.
"I just wanted to check in on you," she said cheerfully. "Make sure you are getting all of your needs met. Are you hungry?"
I knew I should have taken the carry-out bag from her, wished her a pleasant evening, and enjoyed the Kung Pao Chicken before going to bed. However, the alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and had affected my judgment, and in a moment that would alter the course of my life, I invited her in.
I had no clue at the time, but she was being paid handsomely by Baldwin and Clarkson to seduce me, and Jody typically got what Jody wanted, when it came to men.
"Do you have any wine?" she asked politely, making her intention to stay and have dinner with me obvious.
I opened up a very nice bottle of wine, and as we enjoyed our impromptu dinner together, Jody flirted incessantly with me. I had fantasized about Jody ever since the day I first met her, and Madison occasionally invoked her name when we fucked, knowing that the mere mention of the young goddess would make me blow my load. I ended up opening a second bottle of wine, my resolve weakening with every sip.
I was still a young man at this point in my life, barely nineteen years of age, my nuts swollen beyond belief with my five-day load. As I felt the alcohol surge through my veins, Jody excused herself to freshen-up. I watched her sweet little ass sway seductively in her pink gingham dress as she walked towards my bathroom, and I felt my erection throbbing in my jeans.
She was gone quite a while, which isn't unusual for young girls, who always seem to get easily distracted. However, when she returned to the open-living area, she was wearing Madison's Playboy Bunny costume, the outrageously expensive Trashy Lingerie ensemble looking absolutely incredible adorning her lithe frame. She must have noticed the slack-jawed look of lust on my face, as she moved seductively into my personal space.
"Is this the outfit that you like your girlfriend to wear for anal-sex?" she asked provocatively.
I wanted to resist her, I really did. I knew that it was going to cause me a tremendous amount of hassle to have any kind of sexual intimacy with Jody. However, I had fantasized about her for so long, that resistance really was going to be futile.
"That's the one, Jody," I said tentatively, unsure of her motives, and thus trying to suppress my desire.
"Is that how you would like to have your first orgasm?" she asked, the inference being that I was entitled to more than one cumshot tonight.
I couldn't even answer her, such was my anticipation at the prospect of finally getting some play from her. I merely nodded my assent, and she smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling with delight.
"You know," she said seductively, as she removed the bunny tail from her ass. "I only attended Madison's Super Bowl party because I thought that you were going to be there. I was very disappointed when I found out that you were out of town. In fact, when they auctioned my asshole, I was praying that you would place the winning bid on me. Or have Madison buy my ass for your future enjoyment."
I knew that she was playing me, but I just didn't care. I wasn't even at Madison's party on Super Bowl Sunday, so quite how I could have ended up participating in the auctioning of her asshole was beyond me. Furthermore, the notion that Madison would have purchased Jody's rosebud for me, was ridiculous. Madison was extremely jealous of Jody's youth and beauty, and even though she verbalized the idea of Jody joining us in our matrimonial bed, in order to improve my orgasm, we both knew that it was never going to happen. In fact, I thought, as I questioned the wisdom of my choices, if I hook up with Jody right now, there is a good chance that my relationship with Madison will be irreparably damaged.
As my mind rationalized the right choices, I watched her intently. Jody began to lube up her asshole, which had been stretched by the butt-plug to which the bunny tail was attached, and my brain and my cock continued to battle it out.
