07/07/2016 04:11 in slut-wife
A guys journey to a MMF threesome. Bisexual and cuckold elements. You have been warned.
Where to start this crazy story? The story itself is a mess, so many moving pieces, so much craziness. My name is Josh. She is from Russia, but had recently divorced. She went to school in the US, but she still has the accent and definitely has the body, long legs that go on forever, not the biggest boobs, but a real woman. On top of this, Anastasia loves to flirt. She has no problem dressing up for a party or bringing up intimate subjects. She finds it amusing to pry out people's secrets or make them squirm and most people enjoy being on the other end of her rhetorical banter, most especially men. Her boundaries are just different from most people in the states. I know that now. At the time I was still learning.
I met Anastasia at a birthday party. She was the sister of Andrei, a good friend from work and we hit it off pretty well.
She went to a local university before she got married, but when I met her she was just visiting from New York where she worked in the financial industry. She was a hot blonde who looked remarkably like Andrei, but with a bearing that I can really only describe as sophisticated. She had this look that one might see in a magazine.
It was also fairly obvious to me that Anastasia was a smart, opinionated person who would not suffer fools easily. She gleefully and happily engaged in conversation with everybody, unafraid to give her viewpoint, and I found that really turned me on. I'd been dating quiet, almost passive aggressive type women who never said anything until they were in full blown anger mode. Anastasia might get angry, but I suspected I'd see it coming a mile away.
She made little comments that gave away a feminist streak, but not like some crazy man-hater, more like describing silly men doing dumb man things around her at work.
We had a great time that evening, just chatting and joking around. There was nothing overtly romantic, but in my heart I knew I was smitten.
Standing around a granite island countertop in the kitchen, sipping wine and munching on hors d'oeuvres, and the subject of children came up. Somebody mentioned they'd seen something on television about some "genius sperm bank" that had operated twenty or thirty years ago, where athletes and nobel prize winners had fathered children for couples who were willing to pay up for the highest quality sperm.
I chimed in that I thought it was a really cool idea, and if I had problems having kids it would be good to know my wife and I could have a really exceptional child.
She looked me in the eye and said, probably somewhat drunkenly, "So if you and me were to get together, you could guarantee one way or another I could get a genius baby?"
It was then that I knew she liked me, telling a joke like that as everybody laughed.
"Either through my wallet or other ways, all below the belt," I answered and again everybody laughed and she winked at me.
That night I masturbated to lame Russian girl porn, but nothing really seemed to capture her spirit or looks.
The next day her brother invited me back to his house for a smaller get together and again Anastasia and I really seemed to mesh. It was during this conversation that I found out that she was either divorcing or just divorced, but I didn't want to pry. Her and her brother would usually speak English but occasionally slip into Russian.
A few days later at work Andrei asked me what I thought about Anastasia and told me she had asked about me. I was happy but the I realized I'd probably never see her again, so that dampened my enthusiasm. I told him if she ever came back, I'd love to see her again. He laughed and told me she almost certainly was moving in with him in the next few months, and clarified to me that she was recently divorced and wanted to start fresh.
Sure enough, a couple of months later she was living with Andrei and I had begun dating her.
So with all this as background, I suppose I can begin this story on the day I figured out that Anastasia was way more than I bargained for.
I'd been going out with her for a few months when I brought her to my friend Rick's house. It was his birthday party and he decided to have a barbecue.
Anastasia loves to flirt. Rick is a Firefighter and he's a pretty well built guy, and he's really a good dude. At the time he was going through a divorce. The fact is guys like him think they are doing the right thing when they get married super early. He married this really hot girl in our circle of friends, but after a few years they grew tired of each other and she ran off when somebody with a little more money and a promise of another sort of life came along. That's not really what this story is about, I really just wanted to describe his situation to give context.
I could tell when Anastasia was around him that they had a pretty good rapport, they'd say little things that were edgy and in truth if he wasn't one of my best friends, he couldn't have gotten away with it.
At the party we sat around a table out back with a bunch of friends. Somebody had brought a couple bottles of Cuervo and we were all doing these smooth, smooth shots, and feeling really loose and carefree. There were maybe 15 to 20 people there, including wives and girlfriends, but at the table there was more like 8 of us.
The subject of exercising and working out came up. I'm a pretty built guy, but Rick works out plenty, on top of the physical demands of his job. He stuck one of his arms out and flexed, mentioning he had some shoulder issue he was worried about. It was obvious he was showing his stuff to Anastasia and the other ladies in the vicinity and we all chuckled as he flexed.
Anastasia started in with one of her patented edgy conversations.
"Ohh, look at that Josh," she said in her sexy accent and she reached over and felt his muscle as he grinned and the other people at the table laughed at her forwardness. "Josh, maybe you need to go more to the gym, no, be more like Rick?" She winked at me as she nodded her head, smiling.
I shrugged, blowing off her attempt to tease me. "It's steroids Anastasia, all steroids."
"Steroids?" she asked, playing along.
"Yeah, you should check out his balls. Really tiny. Seriously." The whole table burst out in more laughter.
Anastasia, with a completely straight face, looked at him and said, "You want me to look at Rick's balls? I don't understand!"
Inside I grimaced as the table laughed, but I put on a happy face and said, "You'll need a microscope."
The table chuckling at his expense, Rick just eyed me, smirking and shaking his head.
We all did another shot and the conversation came up about his work shifts. He mentioned his 24 hour shift, and out of nowhere she asked him if it was common for the firefighters to have sex during their workshift. I had thought she'd drawn the line but she seemed to be pushing it.
Again the table went nuts.
"It's been known to happen," grinned Rick, "some of my co-workers do date each other."
"Pour me another drink?" Anastasia asked him.
"Are you sure about that?" Rick said, but he unscrewed another bottle and started to pour. This would be maybe her fourth shot within the hour so things were moving right along. I'd stopped drinking after the third shot and was sticking to soda because I'd be driving later.
"In Russia the man is supposed to pour a drink for his lady. Josh, why is Rick pouring my drink?" she teased.
I leaned over and grabbed the bottle and poured it for her. Clearly she enjoyed working me over a little bit.
A half an hour later she was standing behind him, massaging his shoulders and my stomach was feeling nervous, not from the alcohol, but from her actions. Ostensibly she was helping him with his shoulder issue, but she seemed so enthusiastic about connecting with him I was cautious.
"Maybe we need to slow up on the drinks, eh?" I pointed out to somewhat nervous laughter of the table.
"No problem honey," she said and she came around and started massaging my shoulders too, as if to make up for her actions in front of the group. Now it was my turn to smile and nod, now that she publically demonstrated her feelings for me and I felt more in control.
She dialed it down a little bit after that, but on the way out the door she gave my Rck a really nice hug goodbye, and again made a point to compliment him on his build, even pulling up his shirt to see if he had a toned stomach, saying "Woah, Josh look at this?," smiling as she rubbed a hand across it.
She had gone too far, and I was pissed, but I just nodded and grabbed her other hand, whispering "You're drunk."
"Your woman, you bring her back anytime," my Rick teased, his arm on her back.
Keeping in mind this is a childhood friend, somebody almost like a family member, I gave him a quick hug goodbye, "Yeah, you'd like that. Later my brutha," I said and Anastasia and I walked back to the car.
I opened the passenger side door and let her in, and when I pulled away into traffic in a pissy mood, there was silence.
So many things needed to be said, but where to start?
"You certainly had fun." I said.
"A little, maybe," and Anastasia said something in Russian like she was talking to herself.
I asked her what she meant and she laughed, saying she forgot I didn't understand Russian, and, "It's nothing."
"No, what did you say?" I asked, annoyed.
"I said I had a little fun."
"You and Rick seemed to get along."
Again there was more silence and I looked over at her. She was just smiling at me, not saying anything.
"Well?" I asked.
She stretched out her legs and again reached over to touch my thigh. "He is really good looking. You have some good looking friends."
I didn't know what to say.
She kept stroking my thigh, eventually feeling my stiffness in my pants. I smirked but kept my mouth shut, concentrating on the road.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I just thought you were a little bit disrespectful to me." I thought I had to say something along these lines. She had to be confronted.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"You were really open with him in front of my friends."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't play stupid, you flirted with him hard," I inhaled heavily as she massaged my stiffness.
"It's nothing, we were just having fun," she purred.
We drove to her house in silence, her making me more aroused. About a block from her place she leaned over, unzipping my fly. I couldn't wait to pull to a stop, and when I did, it was with a glorious sense of satisfaction as her lips massaged my shaft. Five minutes before I was worried about her behavior with Rick and she'd already taken away my misgivings with an expertly done blowjob.
I leaned back as she worked her hand back and forth on my shaft, coaxing out a feeling that I didn't know was in me considering how jealous I'd acted. I kept picturing how she'd massaged his shoulders and tried to force it out of my mind when she drew out of me that erotic jolt and I passed the point of no return, shaking as my cum filling her mouth. She let it dribble into my crotch and sat up, smiling as she patted it.
"Good boy," she murmured and leaned over. I thought it was nothing more than a goodbye hug but she kissed me full on the mouth, and I could taste myself on her. It was a sudden, odd feeling. It wasn't like a girl had never done that too me before, but it seemed like she enjoyed it. As our lips parted, she asked me if I enjoyed it.
"The blowjob or you snowballing me?" I answered.
"Snowballing?" she looked at me quizzically and I ignored the question as we parted ways for the night.
That night I lay in bed, thinking about the events of the day when I got a text from Rick, checking up on me to make sure I got back okay, but he also surprised me with an apology that maybe he crossed the line with Anastasia. He told me she was "totally hot" and that he'd make sure that didn't happen again.
In truth I thought it wasn't his actions that bothered me. Anastasia had made all the moves, although I guess the massage was a little much.
I certainly didn't want to get into the uncomfortableness of our post-party conversation, so I responded, Gracias amigo. Good times. Thanks for the invite. It's all good.
As I lie in the dark I felt a certain consternation in my gut, combined with urges that didn't seem to jibe with my stress. I pulled out a pair of panties that she had left at my house for this sort of occasion, and started rubbing the fabric against my hard cock. I smelled it deeply, enjoying the scent of her crotch and perfumes and probably even pheromones or whatever it is in her naturally that attracted me so strongly.
The next day we had planned to go hiking in a state park not far from us, and I picked her up from Andrei's house where she was staying. We stopped for coffee on the way and bought a couple of sandwiches with the idea of eating them on the trail.
I had fantasies of taking her deep into the woods. I knew I'd get a blowjob or finger her in the process. For months we had been pushing the envelope sexually, fucking and experimenting with sexual scenarios like a couple of teenagers. I'd banged her at Andrei's with the door closed and everybody home, she'd given me a blowjobs in odd places, and I'd fucked her outside in the backyard of the house I rented while my roommate was inside watching TV.
As we drove down the highway I pointed to my phone and told her to take a look at the text from Rick. I was curious to what her reaction would be, and when she read it her eyes lit up and she smiled and asked me to tell her about my friendship with him.
I explained how we'd known each other since elementary school, although we really didn't hang out until about 7th grade when we both played football. She listened, putting a foot up on the dashboard as we drove. As I chatted I glanced at her, noticing her tight Nike dri-fit pants hug her most intimate spots, her large clit a little bump in her pants, even with panties. She seemed oblivious to it.
Anastasia asked me what I liked most about him, and I chuckled, explaining how we both shared our first beers together, how we'd dated girls in the same circle.
"Have you both ever dated the same girl?" she asked, a sly look on her face.
I gave her an odd look, wondering where she was going with this, especially after recent events.
"No. Well, actually he's dated girls I wanted, but we never actually dated the same girl."
"And now it's his turn to suffer," she grinned.
"Well I didn't exactly think of it like that."
"Did you think about me last night?" she asked.
"Actually I did," I laughed, "Your panties got another workout."
"You're so sweet," she answered- and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek.
We got to the park and the hike itself was only slightly strenuous. A few miles in we'd only passed one other couple. The trail meandered along a creek and we took a break to sit on some boulders and put our feet in the water.
I gave her the eye and she knew I was horny and we started kissing. This time I had to have her pussy but I knew I couldn't go straight for the good stuff, I had to work her up a little, but to my surprise she guided my hand down the front of her stretch pants and she gasped as my fingertips brushed her soft, almost rubbery clit.
Her clit had become my little fetish. You know how they often say a clit is like a little penis, well this almost looked like a little penis, it and her lips being engorged by any standard. I slid my finger between her slippery lips and penetrated her. She softly writhed her hips, meeting my strokes and breathing heavily.
Suddenly she looked around as if she heard something and said, "I don't know, somebody can come any time."
"Please?" I begged.
"Take your penis out," she said, and she looked around as if scouting for others.
I unzipped and out it popped, hard and ready.
"Go ahead, do it yourself," she said in her sexy accent. "I want to watch."
"Seriously? You want me to jack off?" I looked around, smiling at her twisted, perverted request.
"Go ahead, jack off," she said grinning, obviously using my native English wording for maybe the first time.
I stroked myself as she put one hand over my shoulder, pulling herself closer to me. "Yes, baby, that's it, do it. Jack off," she kept whispering variants of this as I coaxed myself to orgasm. I looked and she'd slid one hand down her pants to finish herself off.
I was breathing heavily when we heard voices and I stopped, shoving my hard cock back in my pants as we both giggled and pretended we were just another loving couple relaxing by the river. Two hikers came and went, but it seemed to take forever, my cock softening before I pulled it out again.
"Touch it?" I asked.
Giving in, she gently massaged it with her fingertips, her thumb on top as two fingers stroked my quivering hardness from the bottom.
The water flowed past but my mind was focused on her delicate fingers.
"Yes," she whispered at my now hard member, "Feel it. Rick wishes he could feel this hand on him, but only you can."
"What?" I laughed, "Where did that come from?" Her words threw me off, but I was still well on my way to orgasm.
"Now it is Rick's turn to suffer while your hot girlfriend touches your penis," again, the sexy exotic syntax and Russian accent that I found charming sounded strange as she said Rick's name.
"Shut up," I said, but my body gave me away as I breathed heavily and she sped up her stroking.
"It's okay, it's only natural. Yes," she whispered.
"What's natural?" I gasped.
"That you are jealous of me, that you can't stand the thought of him wanting to fuck your hot girlfriend.."
I shuddered and semen arced, splashing into the water. I felt something like shame but she broke the seriousness of the situation, telling me she hoped fish don't get pregnant.
I grunted as she finished me off, the waves of orgasm subsiding as my cock no longer throbbed.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"I was just getting rid of your sexual tension Josh," and she kissed me on the lips, deeply and passionately.
"What about you?" I asked, and I reached between her legs but she scooted away from me.
"That's okay, don't worry, I finished."
Feeling weird, I got up and we finished the hike, more or less normally. When we got to my place my roommate was gone and we fucked again, but everything was normal, no more talk about Rick.
A few weeks later Rick asked if Anastasia and I wanted to go on a double date with him and some new girl that a mutual friend had set him up with. Anastasia was all for it, so we agreed that I'd drive and we'd pick up Rick and his date Tracy so they could get their drink on and I'd deliver everybody safely home.
As usual, Anastasia was dressed to kill in a slinky cocktail dress that ended mid-thigh. When we met Rick, his eyes about popped out of his head when he saw her. The rest of the night I caught him looking at Anastasia. It almost got a little embarrassing after dinner when we made our way to an Irish pub. Rick chatted up Anastasia, and I felt bad for his date Tracy, so I ended up chatting with her. She was nice enough, but at one point I realize we'd been chatting for 15 minutes while Rick and Anastasia stood at the bar, taking their time getting drinks as they talked with one another.
When his date excused herself to use the restroom I walked over to them.
I don't know what got into me, but I said, "Hey you two lovebirds, can you come on back? Tracy needs her date back."
They both apologized and came back to the table. More drinks were had, but I held back, being the driver.
Rick suggested we go back to his place. Honestly, I was a little disappointed in how the night had gone,but I couldn't really put my finger on why. I pulled up in front of Rick's to let him and Tracy out of the car, when Rick invited us in. Before I could answer, Anastasia said that sounded like a great idea and she she reached out and held my hand, squeezing it, wanting me to say yes. I agreed.
In the house I helped Rick open some wine and we sat around the kitchen table, just taking it easy. We sort of went around the table, each person getting to really know each other. Tracy was an EMT at one time, so her and Rick told their firefighter, emergency services type stores. Rick and I reminisced about our childhood. In fact we both engaged in a bit of hyperbole, pumping up the other in front of the women, making our stories a little more daring and amusing then perhaps they really were. I had a crazy party that had a hundred people, not the 30 or 40 that was really there. He had run from the police when they raided another party, in bare feet leading girls back to my parent's place, when in reality he slunk out and the girls ended up going home anyway. We were being each other's wingman.
Anastasia told stories about growing up in Russia, nothing too crazy, but just describing daily life, how it was different. We must have just talked and talked for another two hours, all of us getting drunk after he told us to stay the night if we wanted. Tracy was the first to go, passing out on the couch so it was just us three left. Now that she was out of the picture, Anastasia again unleashed her sexy, flirty self. Whereas before I thought maybe they were overly interested in talking to each other, now she brought up his workout regimen, making us both flex, comparing us.
We migrated to the back yard, it was an early summer and warm out. He had a picnic table out back, but instead of sitting at it normally, we sat on top, using the seat as a footrest, just looking at the stars.
"My feet are so sore from walking around," Anastasia said, and she looked up at me.
"Want a foot rub?" I asked and she nodded. She twisted around on the table, putting her feet up on my lap and she looked back at Rick, giving him a million dollar smile.
She leaned back, and put her head on Rick's thigh.
"Woah," Rick said and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine," I answered, and I looked away from them, turning red as I smiled a bit.
We got into this conversation about American high school proms. She said they didn't have anything equivalent in Russia. Rick being drunk overshared about what we did after the prom, getting a hotel room to party and spending the night with our dates.
I rubbed her feet as we talked, and I looked over and noticed she had reached up and was holding his hand. It wasn't some overtly romantic gesture, more like he had no place to put his hand so she kind of held it. She saw I noticed and winked at me.
We sat like this for 10 minutes, I looked down and with his other hand he was stroking her head. I realized I had to use the restroom, but I didn't want to leave her alone with him. And it wasn't because he might make a move on her, it was because I was extremely aroused.
I wanted to watch.
We sat like this for a half hour, the night getting colder, and finally when I couldn't stand it anymore, I justified leaving with a crazy idea that popped into my head.
Maybe I could spy on them from inside.
"I'm getting kind of tired, I think I'll turn in."
"I'll come with you," Anastasia said, blowing up my plan.
"Are you sure?" I asked. Rick sat, silently neutral, not telling her to join me, not encouraging her to stay.
I think Anastasia wanted to stay, she sat up, "Well, if that's what your really want, it's kind of nice out here, I'm not that tired yet," and she winked at me! I gulped.
"You two enjoy yourselves," and I walked into the house. I ran to the restroom, and it must have taken 2 or 3 minutes just to pee, my erection holding it up.
When I came out, Rick was in the kitchen, pouring two more glasses of wine. I could see it in his face when he looked at me, something like guilt and surprise.
"You want one?" he asked.
"That's okay, I'm beat. Maybe I'll just sleep on the couch."
"Dude, not in my house. I've got two guest bedroom upstairs. Use either one."
I knew the layout of his house. One of the bedrooms overlooked the backyard. It was perfect. I went up there, my heart thumping.
I sat by the window, cracked it a bit so I could hear, and I watched and waited. They sipped wine sitting next to each other, but didn't seem to be doing anything I'd hoped or suspected. I wondered if they knew I was watching. After a half hour I grew tired of it and laid down, contemplating my next move as it hit 1 am, and fell asleep.
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding when Anastasia came into the room. I stole a quick look at my phone and it was 2 am. Almost an hour had passed.
"Hi honey," I said, as she entered and she slipped out of her clothes, crawling under the sheets with me. I leaned in and kissed her. She reached out and felt my hardness, "You're incredible," she laughed.
"DId you kiss him?" I asked softly.
"Did you kiss him?" I repeated.
She was silent for a moment, gazing at me with a smile and then she kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Did you want me to kiss him?"
"Is that why you left me outside with him?"
Embarrassed she had figured it out, I didn't know what to say, so I lied, "No, of course not."
"Then I didn't kiss him," she giggled.
"No, seriously, tell me the truth. Please, I have to know. I won't be mad."
"Why don't you fuck me," she whispered. The bed sheets covered us as I slid on top of her. She spread her legs and I held my hard cock against her slit, sliding in easily.
She was soaked.
I wondered why she was so wet. I had to know more, her odd non-answer catnip to my mind but I felt so nervous asking. Finally I blurted out, "You're right, I left you together on purpose."
She pulled me closer, hard kissing me on the mouth, enjoying my strokes.
"You're such a bad boy," she whispered.
"Were you a bad girl?" I answered.
"No," she whispered, eyes closing as if contemplating a happy thought.
I thrust into her, hard and deep. "Come on, tell me. Tell me what happened," I asked.
She didn't answer. I stopped, for some reason now I was angry, annoyed that she was stringing me along. I repeated, "Did you kiss him?"
At this point we heard a noise, it started slow, then the pace quickened. Somewhere in the house Rick and Tracy were having sex, the unmistakable rhythm permeating the walls and we laughed.
"I guess you left him really horny," I said, laughing.
"Hmmm, I guess he did," she answered, and bit her lip. She looked incredible.
I slammed myself deep into her. I guessed this was a good as it was going to get.
I came hard and looking back on it, at that point it may have been the greatest sexual experience of my life. It felt so good, so rewarding. My beautiful, sweet Anastasia playing the coy bad girl.
She smiled at me as I pulled out, nuzzled up next to her and she patted my head.
"Good boy," she whispered to me. "Good boy."
The next morning we woke up and I wondered how much of it really happened. My head hurt and I ached. We both showered before getting back into our old clothes. While Anastasia showered I picked up her blouse, sniffing it, trying to detect Rick's scent, but there was nothing. In the early morning atmosphere, head pounding, suddenly the idea of her fooling around with Rick wasn't so appealing.
We walked out into the morning light together, Tracy remaining inside.
Rick leaned in through the passenger side window, his hands on the doorframe as he wished us goodnight, and said, "Tell him about the 4th at the lakehouse," to Anastasia.
"My family's lake house, 4th of July, it'll be great, like a reunion" he answered, pointing at me with two fingers.
We went every summer growing up, but I hadn't been there in five years. The place was a blast, they had a house on a large lake upstate, a ski-boat, and growing up endless girls on the water.
"You go have fun with your date," Anastasia said and touched his hand and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. He looked at her surprised, then returned the favor,as if it was the most normal thing. Again she flashed her devilish eyes at me, staring as we pulled away from the curb.
"Wow," I said.
"I thought you'd like that," she answered.
"Lake house huh?"
"I was going to tell you last night, but you were crazy. That's what we were talking about outside. He mentioned to me he had a summer house on a lake, a boat?"
"Yeah, it was his family's place. We had some good times there. Once he got married he never really invited us again. So that's what you two were chatting about all alone?" I gave her a wry look.
"A little bit. He told me more about his ex-wife. We told ex-spouse stories," she said, "I'm sorry, I just got so caught up in it."
"Yeah, well you should have seen him eye you when you weren't looking."
"Oh he eyed me when I was looking," she giggled.
It hit me as I drove that I'd been looking at them in this prism, that I was glad they were having a good time together.
"I'm glad you like him," I said, "His wife didn't like me much."
"She sounds like a crazy bitch," said Anastasia, her sexy accent rolling the r on crazy.
"We should have fun at the lake. You want to go right?" I asked.
"Yes, absolutely! Sounds like it will be great time!" she answered with her slightly off syntax. She told me about going to a country house, a dacha when she was a little girl, how they had a lake nearby for swimming.
It was with this mindset that I found myself wanting Anastasia all the more.
It was not even noon, but when we returned to my place were were in my bedroom within seconds, peeling off her clothes. In the back of my mind I had this odd sense of insecurity, like the old days when Rick got the hottest chicks, but it felt comforting somehow. I know it sounds crazy, I fully admit it, but my feelings were what they were. I pulled her dress up over her head and she giggled, holding my head as I licked her boobs, inhaling the scent off her chest.
I kissed her deeply and crawled on top of her, spreading her gorgeous legs. I ran my hands over her body, her tight ass, flat stomach, through her pubic hair, and finally over her that strangely prominent little pussy, large labia sealed with wetness until I spread her, my hard pink helmet at her opening. This wasn't the time for foreplay, she was ready.
When I slid into her she gasped.
"More, more, come on," she said even as I slid into her upto my hilt. I slid in and out slowly, enjoying the feel of her skin on mine.
"I can't help it, I'm just so horny," I said in a sexual daze.
"Really?" she answered, smiling.
"It's like I can't believe how lucky I am, to have you," I continued, but I was unsure of being as open as I'd been the prior night.
"Thank you," she whispered.
It felt so nice, my cock again buried deep in the warm pocket of her pussy. I so badly wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to put it without coming off as some sort of pervert.
My voice quivering I said, "Watching you two together, it made me jealous, but, er- I mean, jealous in a good way. It sort of turned me on." There, I'd said something. Inside I knew I was making a mistake, my little head thinking in the heat of the moment.
She just sort of grinned, not saying anything to let me off the hook.
I continued thrusting and I quickened the pace
"Come on," she whispered, "be a MAN, fuck me harder. Fuck me like Rick," and she flashed her eyes at me, dangerous and sexy and I pounded her.
"What did you say?" I smiled, although I was stunned.
"You heard me," she said, undulating her hips.
"Did you fuck Rick?"
She paused and looked at me as if I was an idiot.
"No, of course not, I just thought you'd like to hear it like that."
I smiled nervously and continued to fuck her.
She started to come hard, waves of orgasm washing over her. She gripped me painfully, something she'd never done before and I spurted deep and hard into her.
When we both settled down I rolled over to the side, suddenly melancholy from what I had confided in her. Why had I done that? Why had I brought up Rick? It all seemed so stupid and maybe a little gay. I was embarrassed and very nervous what her reaction would be.
She didn't say anything, and we slept off our remaining hangover, spooning in bed.
That evening I found her sitting on the back patio, a cup of tea on the table, the sun umbrella opened to shield her from the late afternoon sun as she scanned her smartphone. I greeted her and got a cup of coffee and something to munch on and joined her. She looked up at me, a wide grin on her face, asking me how I felt and I told her I was fine.
"I had something happen, maybe a little bit of a coincidence," she held out her phone. Her mobile Facebook screen was open, with a friend request from Rick.
"Hmm, okay," I said, an embarrassed smile on my face. I felt a rise in my shorts and I crossed my legs as nonchalantly as possible.
She looked at her screen for a moment, then smirked at me. "Well?"
"Should I accept?" Anastasia gave me her devilish grin.
"Sure, why not?" I answered acting nonplussed.
"I just wondered how you'd feel," she said, fiddling with her screen.
"Okay, so don't?" I answered with bewilderment. I knew where she was going with it, but I really didn't want to talk about it.
She paused and looked at me, "Too late."
"You said I could."
"Okay, no problem," I shrugged, aimlessly scanning the shrubbery along the back fence, not wanting to meet her eyes.
A minute passed and I looked back toward her, "What are you doing?"
She looked up from her phone, "Just looking at his profile."
"Anything interesting?" I noticed when I looked at her hat she had her feet up on the chair, the whispy blond hairs of her crotch visible.
"Wait," she said and giggled, swiping her screen, "Wait, erm - okay, look at this."
I leaned over, squinting to see a picture of Rick, but as a 16 year old scrawny lad with highlighted blond hair and a wifebeater. He was standing in his driveway, his childhood home in the background.
"I remember that," I laughed, 'He had that ridiculous hair."
"It's kind of cute," Anastasia said.
She swiped more pictures and stopped, "Oh, look at this!"
It was a group picture scanned in from our hometown newspaper. There was a group of us, including me standing next to him. We were probably all 14 or 15, skateboards in our hands. I'd seen it when he posted it a couple years back.
"I remember that, our little town had this founders day type celebration every year. We put on a skateboard demonstration with this ramp. It was pretty cool."
"Did you have a good childhood? It looks fun," she said.
"Definitely. We were all so anxious to be little rebels. Now I see kids like that and wonder what's wrong with them. Life is damn easy."
"I had a good childhood too," she answered. "I think parents see the troubles, but kids are just kids."
"True that," I answered.
She swiped some more. "Wow," she whispered.
"What?" I looked over again and she showed me a picture of Rick at some sort of outdoor event, his shirt off. He looked huge and ripped.
"Steroids," I joked again.
"You think so?" she asked seriously.
I shrugged, "I'm just joking. Probably not."
She put the phone up to her face, looking at him closely and smiling at me again, like a kid at Christmas.
"Fuck," I shook my head, laughing at her as if she was the biggest idiot, but deep down I wondered if that title belonged to me.
Over the next few weeks she'd tease me, but in truth I hesitated to bring up Rick at all. As far as she was concerned, I'd opened up that I had this little thing about them that made me hot, but I didn't push it, didn't want to open that door further in the real world. The only time it came up was in the bedroom and even then I was hesitant, so I found myself mentioning him in ways that weren't overtly sexual at all.
For example, a couple days after she accepted his Facebook request I asked if he had reached out to her. But this wasn't just in passing, this was as I slid into her to give her a good railing. To my eternal disappointment the answer was no. It seemed Rick was on his best behavior, or playing the long, long game.
Another night I asked her if she was excited about going to the lake-house - as I slid between her legs to eat her out. "Yes," she answered, "why do you ask?"
I continued to kiss her gently around her meaty labia, telling her "no reason," and I didn't push it.
It was almost like the idea of me bringing him up was more than enough to arouse me, giving me extra stamina and strength to make love to her the best ways I knew how.
Finally one night I cracked again. I'd been drinking with the guys after work. We'd gone to a nice high end bar, and honestly there were a few hot chicks from work and we flirted not so innocently. I became more and more horny. I started to get the thoughts that every cheater does. I'm not married, it doesn't count. If I do something Anastasia would never know.
As I relaxed between games of pool, I received a text from her telling me she was bored. She knew I'd be out that night so she was back at her place hanging out with her brother and their friends.
I sat back against the wall as one of my co-workers, a nice looking girl, poured a glass from a pitcher and handed it to me. Drunk and horny, I contemplated a response.
Too bad Rick isn't around to unbored you. It was the crass, grammatically incorrect rambling of a horny guy whose deepest fantasy was eating him alive. Still, as I sent it I regretted it immediately.
I typed again as quickly as possible, Sorry, just a bad joke. I'm a little buzzed., but before I could send it, I received her response. You have a dirty mind. I paused to read it and another message came through. Maybe I should text Rick instead. ;-)
I sent my message about it being a bad joke and typed furiously. Oh God please no, I answered, U have his number?
My mind raced, trying to put my little joke back into the box, hoping I could store it away quickly.
Stop it,, I typed, Dumb idea.
I waited a minute or so, my heart beating quickly when my phone buzzed, Sorry. ;-) Not bored anymore.
I was confused by the message. I tried to clarify, Not bored as in you texted him?
Not bored. I like the conversation. Only if you want. ;-)
I paused, seriously contemplating giving her the okay, but I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready.
NO. Please no. I'm stupid stupid stupid (hitting self in face)
I sat for a few minutes, waiting for my phone to ping but there was no response. The game I was watching ended, and I racked the balls as it was my turn to play. I felt sweaty and my hands almost visibly shook.
I looked over at one of the girls from work, and I realized something strange had happened. She disgusted me. Whereas 15 minutes before she had this nice girl next door face, now I saw the creases around her eyes, and her voice sounded shrill and annoying.
I realized I wanted to be with Anastasia. Right then, right now I wished we were laying in the dark next to each other, chatting and laughing, me thinking about the future with her. I wanted to marry her.
I stood up and looked at my phone to write another text and I saw another message had arrived, Me texting Rick would be VERY stupid. ;-)
I typed, I hate it here. Can I come over?
Want me to pick you up? Drinking right?
I loved this woman. I told her picking me up would be a great idea. I excused myself from my friends, and walked outside, standing on the curb for almost half an hour, waiting for her.
When I saw her car turn the corner, I felt relief. She wore a big grin as she pulled up, and I hopped into the passenger seat, kissing her warmly on the lips. She giggled at my unexpectedly strong display of affection.
"Thank God," I said as I sat back. "You've never looked so beautiful."
"Really," she said as she drove, staring ahead, a grin on her face.
"I was in a panic, I swear to God."
She laughed, "I knew you weren't serious." I looked at her and she glanced at me, expecting a reply.
"I was for about 5 seconds, then I hit the send button and freaked out. Holy lord. I feel like I dove off the high dive board into the pool."
I couldn't tell if she understood what I meant by that, all she said was "Mmm hmm," as if she didn't quite hear me.
"You must have some unresolved issues with Rick," said Anastasia.
"No, I don't think so. It's crazy," I answered.
"Have you ever thought of me with anybody else?" I notice how she asked the question with that same wide smile on her face, enjoying the conversation, eagerly anticipating my response.
The question threw me off. I groaned.
"Honestly?" I said, knowing the alcohol was acting as a truth serum.
"You can always tell me your fantasies."
"Sometimes I've thought about it in a general way, but Rick is the only person I could see it happening with, in real life, I mean not happening in real life, but like a real live person," I stammered and rephrased it, feeling hopeless. "I hope that made sense. Rick is the only real live person. The idea of other guys disgusts me. Yes, I have thought of you with other guys, but nobody I know. Just a generic fantasy, whatever, I'm going to shut up now."
I was babbling and digging the hole deeper.
"Uh huh," she answered in that odd, happy voice, as if what I said was the most normal thing in the world instead of the confessions of a 2nd class pervert.
"What is up with you?" I asked,
"Nothing," she answered. "I'm only driving. I never drive you anywhere."
"Is that why you are so happy?"
"Why shouldn't I be happy? I'm happy to see you!"
"You're acting weird," I said. "I said all this and you're acting like you're hiding something or you just took some happy pills."
"Trust me, I'm glad to get out of my brother's place. And this conversation is very interesting."
"Do you have any fantasies?"
I knew the question threw her for a loop, because her mouth was half open, as if wanting to talk, but not knowing how to proceed. Her smile was now half frozen on her face. She bit her lip and looked at me. "My fantasies aren't quite so wild."
"You don't want to see me with some girl?" I joked.
"Nuh uh," she grinned, shaking her head.
"So tell me," I insisted.
"I wouldn't mind texting Rick. I guess that's my fantasy."
My mouth went dry, my heart beating fast. "Oh my God," I rolled my head to the side half laughing, but in a black humor sort of way, to make the pain seem easier. I suppose I should have figured it out, but it surprised me all the same.
"Didn't you say that would be stupid?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she answered. "But a girl can dream?"
There it was, the truth laid bare between us. I had fantasies of her with Rick and she had fantasies of Rick. I felt my possessiveness toward her intensify once again.
"We are so fucked up," I said with a smirk, my stomach doing backflips.
We got home and I poured her a glass of wine and we spent the night sucking and fucking. I'm sure my roommate heard, but I didn't care.
A few days later she hinted to me that she had a surprise, but I had to wait until the weekend to get it. Like a kid before Christmas I wondered what it could be. We already had sex eight ways to Sunday and she knew I wasn't really into the local sports in our area so I wondered if maybe she'd gone out and gotten some sort of girl present for herself like theater tickets and hoped to pawn them off as a date night type gift.
We agreed to meet Saturday and I came to her place and had brunch with Andrei and his wife, all four of us. They left and Anastasia told me to go upstairs and wait for her on the bed, telling me I should take off my clothes to get my surprise, winking at me.
I hustled up the stairs and entered her bedroom. It was a nice guest room, the queen sized bed a little large for the space, her belongings stuffed in every corner of the place, but the bed was very nice and comfortable. I sat back on the sheets, pulling the blanket up because it was a tad cold.
She entered the room in a robe, "It's a little something I picked up for our trip to Rick's lake house," she purred, and she let the robe fall to her feet.
She wore the most incredible bikini I'd ever seen, black and skimpy. It contrasted nicely with her sandy hair and pale skin. The top cupped her perky breasts and the bottom.. I cannot even explain the thrill I got watching the taut fabric cross low, well beneath her belly button, or the seam that extended down her crotch, almost obscenely so. She must have shaved, because gone was her muff, the "v" of the fabric thinner than the space between her legs. I learned later that this was a "micro-bikini" bottom. She turned and bounced her ass for me a couple of times. Even with her slightly spread legs I could see her large labia deform the smoothness between her legs. I didn't know if I should say anything, it looked vulgar, and I couldn't imagine her wearing it in front of other people.
"Oh my fucking God, that is gorgeous," I said, stunned.
"Absolutely. Wow. But the lake-house? I don't know about that," I smiled wrily. I couldn't imagine Anastasia walking around in that. It would be scandalous.
Then she stunned me completely. "Oh Rick," she said, placing her hand across her crotch and another across her breasts, "My boyfriend will be back soon! Why did you call me into your bedroom?"
I gulped, unable to respond to what she had just said. She was roleplaying, and oh what a roleplay it was.
"Come here," I croaked helplessly.
"Wait, you want me to get in bed with you? What if Josh finds out?"
There was an uncomfortable moment when I weighed the pro's and con's of continuing and threw my good sense out the window.
"Don't worry about him, just come over," I said, pulling down blanket, exposing my rock hard cock.
"Rick!" she removed her hand from her crotch and covered her mouth, feigning embarrassment, "I'm a good girl Rick. What do you want me to do?"
"Suck it," I said, grinning. "Fuck Josh, just come over and suck it."
She crawled up onto the bed, slinking like a panther toward me in her new bathing suit.
"Can I at least kiss you first?"
Her breasts hung down and her mouth connected with mine, her tongue parting my lips as we kissed passionately and open mouthed.
She broke the kiss, "Oh Rick, I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but I just couldn't. I wasn't allowed." At this point she broke character and chuckled, it seemed so fake and corny, yet it was so damn erotic.
"You're allowed now baby," I said.
She kissed me again and winked. "You want me to suck this?" and she gripped it, lowering herself onto me, taking it between her lips.
She paused, "Your penis is so big and hard, bigger than Josh!"
I just looked at her, grinning. Anything I would say would just ruin the moment. She leaned back down and continued to suck and stroke me. Finally I relented, saying a nice and vague, "Oh my God, this is so good! You are so sexy. Josh is a lucky man."
She smiled at me and winked, saying in accented broken English, "Now you are lucky man Rick."
She stopped with the blowjob and started moving like a stripper. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs in a nice V shape. The micro-kini bottom didn't even cover her lips now, and I felt I needed a stack of one dollar bills.. She pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and spread her pussy for me, vulgar and sexy. "Rick, you make me so aroused, I cannot tell even Josh, I'm so ashamed."
"You can always tell Josh," I said, winking.
"Josh won't get mad?" she smiled.
"I think Josh likes it," I answered.
"Maybe Josh won't mind if we have a little sex right? Just a little sex, I wouldn't mind having Rick's hard penis inside me," Anastasia purred.
I was done fucking around with this role play. Her comment flipped a switch inside me and I got up and jumped on top of her.
"Oh Rick, what are you doing?" She asked as I spread her legs.
I was rock hard and scrambling my brain for suitable words. I didn't want to come off as a pushy pervert, but I had to say something. I nuzzled her neck and pulled up her new bikini top, licking her boobs. No longer was I in role playing mode, all the strange taboo thoughts were coming out of me.
Playing along I told her I noticed she packed only the finest panties for the trip to the lake, and I wondered if it was for Rick's benefit. Anastasia just sort of smiled with her eyes closed and said, "Would you like that?" and I told her yes. It was the ultimate confession.
I proceeded to tell her how I imagined her cavorting around the lake, flirting with Rick but not being too obvious in front of our other friends. I was giving her instructions, more than describing my fantasy. I told her I wondered if we could make it work, would she really give herself to Rick.
Anastasia pushed back and wiggled out of her swimsuit bottom before turning over on all fours, presenting her pussy to me from the rear.
"Yes, maybe I could do that," she answered.
I slid behind her and pressed into her. "Da, da, da," she moaned and it took me a second to realize she was saying "Yes, yes, yes," in Russian.
I described Rick caressing her body, reaching between her legs.
"More," she panted.
I told her I imagined me in my room, knowing she was having sex in another room with Rick but there was nothing I could do about it. I told her how Rick would hold her close and kiss her neck and rub her between her legs, daring her to cry out.
At this point Anastasia was begging me to fuck her harder and I obliged. I didn't want to cum, though. I wanted to enjoy the moment and make it last all night. I clammed up and tried to imagine baseball players and scientific equations, anything to keep me from bursting inside her. I even stopped and pulled out entirely as Anastasia urged me to keep going.
I finally slid back in, far enough from the point of no return I felt safe getting back into a rhythm and she asked me to continue talking.
"You know what really gets me hot?" I said, and without waiting for her to answer I said, "Just thinking about you and him having that first real kiss."
"Ohhh, daaaaa," she moaned, drawing it out and I asked her if she wanted to have sex with my Rick and she said "Yes," in a strong clear voice.
"I have a confession," she said, surprising me.
"What?" I asked, not knowing if this was role playing or real.
"We already had our first kiss," she stammered.
"Like, a real kiss?" I asked, pistoning into her.
"Before I came to bed at Rick's."
"Oh my God, this is so hot," I said, "Tell me the truth, are you serious?"
"He wanted to touch me, but I pushed him away, but he did kiss me," she answered, and I lost it, coming deep inside her as she climaxed with me.
We collapsed next to each other on the bed. So many lines had been crossed, so many elements of our relationship had been blown up in one crazy fuck session.
For the next month Rick was involved in most of our dirty talk, but it wasn't as if everything was smooth.
We were at a strange crossroads in our relationship and I wasn't comfortable where it was headed. At this point I was fully aware of my confusing sexual desires, but I was pretty sure that as tempting as it was to believe that Anastasia and Rick would somehow hit it off at the lake-house, and everything would be happy-ever-after, I knew in my heart this might not be the case.
There was still a huge wild card in our little love triangle - Rick. Did I want Anastasia to seduce him, let him believe she was cuckolding me? Our fantasy talk thus far implied exactly that. No, my pride was too great, there was no way I was doing that.
I wondered if I should even be mad at Rick, but then I remembered how he didn't interfere on the picnic table, he probably figured it out and if your own friend dangles his hot girlfriend in front of you, how much of that was your fault? Was he suppose to confess he'd tried to move in on her?
Anastasia and I talked over the pros and cons, and it was under these circumstances that I found myself parked in front of Rick's house the next Saturday morning.
I'm here. Going in now, I texted her.
I'm so nervous, came the response.
I walked up the path to his front door. His front yard was immaculate. The small dirt strip up against the house where flowers bloomed when he was married no longer was as lush, but the bushes were well trimmed, the grass mowed recently.
Rick had been expecting me, and as I raised my hand to push the doorbell, my heart hammering in my chest I saw movement behind the the distorted glass of the window and heard footsteps before the door clicked open.
"What's up my brutha," I greeted him and I reached out and gave him our standard greeting, a hug of friendship.
He led me to the living room where his large flatscreen was tuned to some sports channel. Honestly it was hard to concentrate, and I didn't try. He offered me a beer.
"So what's up man?" he asked. I earlier told him I needed to talk to him privately, and now the moment of truth had arrived. It was time to wave the banner of interest to Rick, one of my best friends for years.
I took a swig of beer and started to say something and paused, my words not coming out right.
"I'm sorry," I said.
He got a worried look on his face, "Dude, are you alright?"
My heart hammered and I felt like I was having a sort of hot flash. This was incredibly difficult. I had no idea if it would work.
"Okay, I want to tell you something," I started out, "you're one of my best friends."
I paused, suddenly all the practice, all the repetition didn't matter, my mouth was dry so I sipped again, trying to grab onto liquid courage.
"You remember when we spent the night, that double date? Did you and Anastasia, I won't be mad if you tell me, did you do anything, risque?"
He swallowed, clearly guilty, and looked at the ground. "Look, I, uh, it wasn't anything."
"I'm not mad, just tell me what happened. What did you two do?" I asked.
"I kissed her goodnight and I might have been a bit inappropriate with my hands, I'm sorry."
It was confirmed. I liked hearing it from his mouth.
"That's okay man. I kind of set you up actually," and I searched for the words as he looked at me surprised.
"This is going to sound really weird, but I have to tell you," I continued.
"Okay?" said Rick slowly, doubt in his voice.
"Anastasia and I have been talking," I swallowed hard. "and I promised I'd ask you - God - I can't believe I'm asking you this," I smiled at him trying to be re-assuring.
"What?" he grinned back. He knew.
"So do you want to have a threesome?"
Rick leaned against the kitchen counter, smiling at me, like he couldn't believe he heard it. "Oh fuck, are you serious?"
"Serious as a heart attack," I nodded with a small grin. Now that I'd said it suddenly the weight of the world seemed to have lifted off my shoulders.
"You, both of you, want to let me," he paused for effect, "have sex with Anastasia?"
"She actually dressed up in a little bikini for me, pretended to seduce you at the lake-house."
"Hold on," he said, and he came over and sat down on the couch, his hands on his knees.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering.
"I just want to remember this moment forever," and he let out this laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be weird, but this is great. Thank you. Thank you," he looked at the ceiling.
"So I'm assuming it's a yes?" I said, knowing the answer.
"Fuck yes!" he roared. "Your girlfriend is fucking gorgeous, dude. Fucking gorgeous. I'd owe you."
I nodded at him. Truthfully I was as excited as he was, but it was an odd feeling, having this new bond with him. The secret was no longer a secret.
"So like, if you don't mind me asking, when?" he asked.
I smiled slightly, turning red, "She's at the park down the street, just waiting for the word, but if it's not a good time, we were thinking maybe the 4th?"
He looked at me with a sly grin, "Now is a very good time."
"Oh fuck, I can't believe this," I answered, tapping my feet out of nervousness, "You wouldn't believe how hard it was to work up the courage. Seriously. I've been barely eating for the last 24 hours."
"You decided this yesterday?"
I nodded again, "Look I could talk to you all day about it, but let's just wait until we're all in bed exhausted. It's a hell of a story."
"I had this feeling Anastasia was kind of a freaky chick," he said.
"Honestly, I love her," and I told him that despite all of this, she wasn't just some slut, but we clicked so well, it was just hard to explain.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, anticipating the moment.
"Can you do me a favor? It's kind of a surprise. Just text her," I said.
"Text her? What should I say?"
"Don't tell her you said yes, not directly. Just tell her you heard she has an awesome bikini she wanted to show off, and ask her to come over."
"Sure," he said, giddiness in his voice, and he got up and picked up his phone from the kitchen.
"You know what's weird," I said, as I gave him the number, "I feel like we're both 16 again, plotting to pick up chicks again."
Rick laughed, "It does, don't it?" He typed in the message, me standing over him, making sure he got it right. "That good?" he asked.
"Okay," and he hit the send button. He looked up at me. "Is she supposed to send something back?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I told her I'd text her. She once told me it was a fantasy of hers to text you, it was sort of a cheating girlfriend thing I guess."
"You two are crazy," he said.
We waited a minute or so and his phone beeped in return. Is Josh with you?
He responded yes.
Coming, she replied.
The park was only a few short blocks away. We both waited, laughing at the absurdity of the situation when the doorbell rang.
I stood back and watched him open the door, her standing there in a gorgeous little black party dress, the bikini, I knew, underneath.
"Hi Rick," was all she managed to say.
"Come in," he answered and he reached out to her as she leaned in to give him a hug. I wondered if something would happen right then but they parted and she came over to me and she kissed me, open mouthed, full on the lips. I could smell perfume that she must have just put on, a pleasant scent signalling her desire. She dropped her handbag and I peeked at Rick who had a big smile on his face.
"I'll get drinks," he said, strutting to the kitchen.
She broke the kiss and gazed at me with her sweet smile, her eyebrows raised as if to say she couldn't' believe she was here.
"You want a drink?" I asked.
"Please," she answered, her usual chatty self subdued.
She walked into the kitchen with us, picking up her handbag, and looked around biting her lip, quiet.
Rick pulled out a bottle of wine and showed it to her. She nodded, and he opened it, pouring her a glass.
"Can I offer a toast?" I said, grinning at both of them.
"Yes, please," Anastasia and Rick said.
"I wanted to thank Rick for agreeing to this little meeting," and Anastasia giggled, "and I want to thank Anastasia for being so cool and so god damned beautiful." I looked at her in the eyes, her face beaming.
We each took a long swig from our respective glasses.
I spoke up again. "Honestly, I'm not exactly sure how we are going to do this, but before we start I just wanted to say that Anastasia has always had a little thing for you Rick, and it was kind of crazy before I realized I had kind of a think for Anastasia maybe getting together with you, so I just want to get it out there now. After we finish, today, I know Anastasia probably wouldn't mind going out with you one on one, and it kind of drives me a little crazy and maybe not in a good way thinking about it, but if you want, go for it, at least once or twice."
"Oh Josh, you don't have to say that," Anastasia sounded embarrassed.
In truth I wanted to be cuckolded and my little head was doing all the talking. I'd probably jack off all night, and I knew I'd love it.
"I kind of want it," I grinned, "And Rick, if you try to steal her from me, I'm going to burn your house down," and I lifted my glass and we all took another drink.
Anastasia again looked at me with her smile and leaned in and kissed me. I pulled her to sliding my hands down her legs, gently pulling up her skirt. I held my breath, my heart beating fast as she didn't stop me as I raised her dress, exposing her bikini clad bottom to Rick.
"Oh my God.." I heard Rick's voice softly trail off.
Anastasia smiled and turned in my arms, pressing her back into me as she looked at him. I caressed her thighs and she held up her dress with one hand, and with her other hand reached down and rubbed the taught fabric between her legs a clear signal to Rick.
"You want to go upstairs to the bedroom?" Rick croaked.
She whispered, "Okay," and bit her lip looking around and I just nodded, my hands almost shaking. I shuddered, almost like I was physically cold, but it was pure nerves and I grabbed her tight again one last time before we followed Rick.
We followed him up the stairs, Anastasia behind him, looking back at me occasionally.
I could tell she was nervous. Gone was her wide smile, replaced by something that maybe had a hint of fear and trepidation.
"Let's go in here," Rick led us to a guest bedroom. Inside was a queen sized bed, already made, clearly the room was rarely used.
I walked over to one side and when I turned I saw that again they were kissing, their lips searched each other, their tongues touching. Until that point I had been too nervous to be aroused, but this sexual kiss made my cock stiffen. It was clearly tender and warm and suddenly I felt a twinge of regret, as I could see true passion, especially in Anastasia. It was a passion that had been reserved previously only for me. His hands roamed her body, first over her dress, then gripping her ass, before finally slipping under the hem of her dress, caressing the skin of her bottom. The dress now road high on her and I could see part of her thin bikini. It was a slutty and vulgar sight and I loved it.
They broke their kiss and it was as if a spell had been broken. She kissed him a on the lips a couple of times, quick, her tongue dashing out almost like a puppy licking it's master, smiling up at him as he gave her his most charming look.
"Are you going to show us your bikini?" he said.
"Okay," she answered, and she started pulling up her dress, him helping her get it over her head.. Anastasia may have been tall, almost as tall as me, but Rick dominated her and it showed. She clearly was much more passive with him, nervously looking in his eyes.
She looked fantastic in her bikini, simply gorgeous. I could see she was standing differently for him as she slowly moved in a circle, showing off every angle, her hand on her hip. She arched her back a little more, offering her round bottom to him, and when she faced him the space between her legs was obvious and gaping.
It hit me at that moment that she was going to get fucked. I don't know why, but until now it had all been a crazy fantasy of an affair, torrid and hot yet romantic in it's own goofy way. I was a game between Anastasia and myself. But now I realized that Anastasia wasn't really going to have "a little sex" with him. She was showing an enthusiasm for it. Her trepidation now gone, she seemed confident and unafraid.
She knelt before him. He still had his clothes on, but I'd forgotten what a presence he could have when he stood his ground. She looked at me briefly, and I made a face of surprise, trying to make some connection to her but she looked up at him. She unbuckled his pants, unzipped him as he caressed the top of her head.
His cock unfurled from his pants, long and thick. I wasn't small, but mine in comparison was a dog dick compared to this mule penis. I confess some hyperbole in my description, but clearly his cock and mine were two different things. Mine was erect and stiff, a proud little soldier, his a club, the proverbial baby arm.
She opened her mouth, holding it up with one hand, and she gently put the big head on her tongue, gently rubbing it around her soft wet skin, coaxing fluid out of the tip. She put it in her mouth a little more, her lips now around the head as it passed into her mouth. There was no way she could deep throat it, or so I thought, but she gently stroked and petted his snake, coaxing it deeper inside her throat. Minutes passed and now she was jacking the bottom half of his cock, bobbing back and forth, a noisy and extremely wet blowjob. She seemed to occasionally have to stop to get her breath. This strands of ropey spit now coated his penis and hung obscenely before dropping to the carpet. I knew spit didn't hang like that, not without some thickening agent from his penis.
I had pulled out my cock, and sat on the bed, just edging myself, drawing it out.
After a few minutes Rick looked over at me, smiling as he saw my cock out.
"Get on the bed, I'll get some oil and give you a massage" he told her, taking control. I gulped as she hopped onto the bed and asked me if I was okay and I nodded.
She gave me that old devilish grin of hers, leaned over and kissed me before I could think twice, and I realized I could taste him on her.
"You are a good boy, you want more?" she whispered.
The way she said it blew me away, calling me a good boy. I felt like I was hers to command, and my groin felt electric.
"Yes," I responded breathing heavily.
"Lay down, open your mouth," she said somewhat bossily.
I leaned back and did as she asked. She looked at me, her lips closed as she moved her tongue around her mouth and then she opened my mouth wider with my hand as she leaned over and pursed her lips, letting all her saliva, lightly mixed with precum, dribble into my mouth.
If I suspected it before, I knew then that this would not be an equal menage a trois. I doubted Rick would be eating my cum, at least not on purpose.
She sat back again, holding my cock daintily but affectionately. There was no need to prop up my member as she had with Rick.
"I'm so excited," she whispered, and turned over onto her hands and knees, arching her back as she gave him the million dollar view of her ass.
"Me too," was all I could manage to say.
Rick got on the bed, his clothes now gone, a bottle of oil in his hand as his cock bobbed in front of his heavy balls. Rick looked at me and offered the bottle.
"No, that's okay, you can," I said. I wasn't even sure why I said that. Somehow watching her enjoy herself so much was turning me on. After all, she was all mine. Let him have his moment with her, I thought.
Anastasia turned to me and winked. She arched her back as he spread the oil with his big firefighter hands from the crack of her ass up to her neck. Here was the woman I worshiped being gently massaged by my friend in preparation for sex.
She relaxed and moaned in appreciation, his hands now caressing her hamstrings and sliding between her legs. I shifted my view and saw his hands touch the shaved skin of the inside of her legs.
She exhaled deeply, sharp, strong breaths.
I could see him pause as he looked between her legs. I smiled slightly as I understood his initial hesitancy. He looked at me and I nodded. He pulled the tight fabric of her swimsuit to the side, exposing her quivering labia, thick and prominent..
I looked up at him and he had the face of a kid in a candy store. He looked at me and furrowed his brow and whistled lightly in appreciation. "Sweet Jesus," he said.
"I know," I whispered.
Rick stroked her legs and then, eyeing her gorgeous labia, he gently touched her lips, the grin on his face telling me he expected her to jump in surprise or slap his hand away.
Instead she moaned, and forced her pussy back onto his hand, inviting his touch. He continued stroking her entire vulva with his fingers, then he pressed a big finger tip between her lips, splitting them as he probed inside her.
"Oh," she cried, and again started babbling yes in Russian, "Daa,daaa, daa!"
He continued like this for a minute. She bucked back and forth, fucking his finger while he just looked at me with an eyebrow raised and a grin from ear to ear. I had to do something, so I slid underneath her, holding myself as I licked her nipples through the fabric of the bikini top, sucking on them but she moved so much it was hard to get a rhythm. She writhed and squealed until she grabbed the bedsheets, squeezing as an orgasm pulsed through her body. I looked over and saw he had two fingers in her as he pulled out gently.
"Holy God," she whispered in her sexy accent.
Rick reached out and peeled off her bikini bottom.
Anastasia looked back, a post orgasmic glow on her face, her eyes wet. "Oh my God," she whispered and turned over, and I untied her bikini top, releasing her breasts, a gift to my friend.
His oiled hands massaged her neck and worked his way down, his fingers working her chest, his hands manipulating her nipples, almost clinically, clearly he had some sort of system.
"You know," Rick said slowly, "I'm going to do this for a few minutes, I think it will help you really relax.
"Josh," she whispered and I looked down at her.
"Do you like this?" she whispered.
"Absolutely," I answered.
"I have another fantasy," she said.
"What?" I asked, bewildered by the statement. I wondered where she was going with this.
"I see how you look at it. Go ahead, touch it. I want to see you touch it. It would be so hot."
"I don't care dude," Rick said. He shifted around making it easier for me to reach.. I was terrified and excited. This was the cock that was going to make love to my beautiful girlfriend.
"Don't be shy," Anastasia teased, and she reached out, guiding my hand to his member.
I hesitated and then touched it, gently. I was scared, but nervous. This was not going per my expectation, but it wasn't bad. It was simply pushing the boundary that I never contemplated. I shifted my grip, sliding back and forth and Rick groaned.
She started moaning again and when I looked he was applying oil to the top of her legs, then he rubbed it deeper down her thighs. She spread her legs, her knees now in the air and I had to move a little to give her room.
Now with one hand he pressed her pubic bone as he slipped his middle finger between her meaty lips. I had stopped giving him a handjob, just hanging back. He jerked up and down, I was afraid he was hurting her, but far from it, she cried out in Russian, I had no idea what she was saying. Her pelvis shook and her legs rocked back and forth and I was enthralled with her. He would periodically pause and she would cry out, shaking and then laughing as he removed his fingers and held her down and slid his large cock between her lips.
I saw my beautiful Anastasia, completely under the power of Rick. She put the heel of her hand to her mouth, grunting, and her ass seemed to spasm, the muscles around her groin contracting irregularly as he thrust into her.
"Oh," she cried sharply, "Oh, stop, stop"
He moved between her legs, leaning over her, his arms wrapped around her head and body holding her close as she hugged him back, her face in his chest . Her hands were balled up in tight fists and her legs again shook and she was begging him to stop but he didn't.
His thrusts continued, his lips gripping his huge penis, and I saw how his muscles flexed as he forced her down under his assault. The analogy isn't quite right, but it was like he was riding a bull, I don't know if I could ever do this to her.
I even wondered if this was possibly some form of rape, as he thrust deep into her and suddenly he grunted and I knew he was releasing inside her. He held her down as his sperm flowed into her uterus.
His actual fucking, the first time he fucked her, wasn't longer than a minute or two.
When he withdrew he told me to clean her up, and when I balked he whispered in my ear, "Trust me."
I got between her legs. The bed was soaked. She must have squirted because even cum wasn't this messy. I knelt down as she was still shaking, and when my tongue lightly touched her slit she yelped and again shook strangely. Her bottom puckered.
"Are you cumming?" I asked.
"Yeah, yes, yes," she stammered. "It's quite unbelievable."
A glob of cum, thick and syrupy emerged from inside her as she clenched. My heart pounded as I witnessed it inches from my face, the smell of her crotch made my heart pound.
Her entire vulva was red and inflamed, her this lips vibrating as I kissed her between her slit and bottom, sucking in the juices. I savored her taste, his taste, the musky scents of pussy and sperm pushing the hot buttons my most primal urges. I lapped up and down her slit, my entire mouth slurping and kissing her sex.
"Oh it feels so good," she moaned and her words energized me. The oral sex had her panting with lust, and she lashed back at me with her hands in frustration until I showed her mercy and rose up, ready to slide my cock inside her sopping wet hole..
"No, not in me. I want you to clean him."
"Excuse me?" I asked, knowing what she meant.
Anastasia said in a more commanding tone, "Be a good boy and suck it for me."
"Nobody else has to know," Rick said softly. He reached up, cupping the back of my head and pulled me down.
I leaned it, bracing myself on the bed, and reached out and held it. I was shocked out easy it was, how I knew what he'd like. I scooted in close.
"Kiss it," said Anastasia, and I looked up at her. She was leaning back, relaxing under Rick's hands, but eyeing me.
My lips touched it. I kissed it gently, sticking my tongue out. This must have really turned Rick on because it almost instantly hardened. I held it up and looked up at him and he glanced at me, and I detected a smirk.
I closed my eyes and put it in my mouth, tasting his cum and Anastasia's scent on his cock. It was strong but attracted me greatly. He was so big, the spongy head, warm and throbbing. I reached underneath and gently cupped his balls. The feeling was surreal, touching a cock and balls and not feeling it myself. I kept at it, pausing because my mouth wasn't used to staying open like that, my jaw aching. I wondered what it would be like if he burst inside my mouth. Would I choke and gag? Would I swallow?
Every time I looked back, his hands had changed. Whereas he was rubbing her breasts when I started sucking, now he was spreading oil over her lower stomach, his fingers brushing her pubic bone. I continued to suck, I was determined to give a nice blowjob.
"Okay, you can fuck me now," she said.
"Oh God, thank you," I said, embarrassed, and Rick laughed.
I slid between her legs, having crazy, animalistic thoughts as I hunched over her, thrusting. I couldn't help think but how hard Rick had wound her up to make her cum continuously. Her pussy was battered and used, my smaller member slipping in and out with ease but it felt fantastic, just the idea of fucking her used pussy brought me to the edge and I burst into her, my throbbing cock mixing my sperm in with Rick's.
I don't know what I expected. I flopped down on the side so we lay three across.
I looked at her and she was smiling in orgasmic bliss, all of us giggling nervously, none of us ever expecting such a crazy situation.
Rick impressed me, despite his obvious alpha male dominance, my complete surrender to him, he thanked both of us repeatedly, complimenting me on being so understanding, telling Anastasia that I was closer than a brother to him and he would never forget it.
At some point we all had recharged and Anastasia's hands wandered over our bodies again.
"Josh?" she whispered, "Can I fuck him again? I need him to fuck me, please?"
I nodded to her.
Rick leaned over and spread her legs, her reaching over and holding my cock loosely as he again slid into her.
I look into her eyes, and saw the wetness build as he brought her to orgasm. I had never made her come this hard, and I sat there as she said "Fuck me, fuck me Rick. Give me your hard penis Rick."
I was stunned as she looked over at me as he thrust into her. "Do you like it honey, do you like watching your friend fuck me?"
"Did you like sucking his cock Josh?" Did you like feeling another man in your mouth?"
I sort of gave her a shrug, but she smiled. "Oh god yes, he can fuck me me so good," her twisted syntax all the more sexy to my ear. " Oh Josh he's fucking me so good."
I moaned, her hand on my shaft as I she touched my now hard cock. I grunted again and started to spurt.
"Yes, come for me Josh.. I want to see you suck him again, I want to see him sperm in your mouth."
"Jesus," I grunted, terrified at her words yet coming, my orgasm hitting me quick and hard.
"Yes," and she grinned, winking at me. She looked back up at Rick. "Kiss me Rick."
I swallowed hard, my mind on the fact that she wanted him, not me, and I felt this little hollow feeling as I tried to clean myself up. She again moaned and he kissed her hard. He pulled out and whispered something in her ear and she flipped over onto all fours. He mounted her from behind and her pussy rose up to meet his thrusts as she pushed back into his pounding motions.
My heart was in my stomach, this threesome had been nothing like my fantasy. I was in a strange unknown territory. It was like the life had gone out of me, my beautiful girlfriend now the plaything of my childhood friend. I thought of the girls he had in high school and how he now had Anastasia, my gorgeous Russian girlfriend of whom I was so proud.
I reached over and held her hand and she grabbed my hand but didn't look at me. She just squealed and moaned and Rick slapped her ass with an open palm and she cried out, "Yes! Da! da! More!"
Again he slapped her and her cries turned to a long "Ohhhh," as he gripped her hair gently and pulled.
"Take me, take me Rick!" she cried.
And then she said the words, an erotic dagger that for some reason shamed me beyond the blowjob I'd given Rick, which I thought was an ultimate humiliation.
"Show Josh how to fuck me Rick, show him how to fuck me," and she looked at me, a wicked grin on her face before her face contorted and she came.
When he finished, he slid out, his hard cock wet with his white pearly cum. I sat stunned, part of me really hurt, part of me excited. I got up to leave the room, I couldn't be there anymore. The smell, the raw sweat and scent of human sex and most of all her words had overwhelmed me.
"Are you okay honey?" Anastasia said as my hand reached the doorknob. I stopped, wondering what I could even say. Her tone had melted my anger slightly. Hope crept into my heart.
I turned and saw her looking back at me, still on her knees. Amazingly Rick had his hands on her, rubbing her wet pussy like a kid who just couldn't get enough of a new toy.
"Rick," I whispered. He looked up at me, as if a spell had broken.
"Rick, can I be with her alone," I knew my tone was not friendly.
"Yes, sure, of course," and he hopped up, grabbing his clothes and as he passed me he again thanked me. This made me feel better.
I was emotional, but I wasn't going to shed tears. She held me, instinctively knowing I was hurting. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I thought you'd like it."
"I do, kinda," I answered. I told her how I felt I'd lost her and she hugged me tighter as I said the words, denying it, telling me she loved me. She told me she wouldn't go out with Rick again, there would be no trip to the lake house. I thanked her and we cuddled, and I felt better, much better, until I even laughed when she brought up my blowjob of Rick me explaining how shocked I'd been.
"You didn't like it?" she asked, a questioning look on her face.
"No," I said.
She gave me a look like she didn't believe me. She felt between my legs and I got harder.
A minute later she straddled my face, lowering her wet sloppy sex onto me as she brought me off to my last orgasm. It was pure bliss.
Afterward we dressed, finding Rick in the kitchen as we left his house. I shook his hand, thanked him, but didn't mention anything about doing it again. I told him it was intense and I needed to process it.
The ride home was strangely quiet, both of us in our own world.
I broke the ice first, "Was it what you expected?"
She reached over and grabbed my hand, smiling lazily at me, like an athlete that had just finished a long race.
"I think I finished five or six times. I never felt like that. How I just came and it kept going and going. It was his fingers, inside me, my G spot I think," Anastasia's voice trailed off.
"I think you squirted," I said.
"Maybe, probably," Anastasia answered.
I waited a minute or two, thinking how I wanted to ask my next question. I wasn't sure if she'd be angry or upset.
"What if I said I didn't want us messing around with him again?" I asked.
"Then we wouldn't mess around with him again," she answered quickly.
I was stunned. Could she just turn him of like that? After what she'd experienced?
"I'm not saying we will, I'm just saying what if I called it off?"
She was silent for a moment, I glanced at her and I could see her eyes were closed as if she was contemplating something important, frowning.
"My ex-husband cheated on me, I know what it's like," she said.
"So I heard," I had heard her mention it.
"So I know what it's like to be betrayed. Josh, if I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be with you."
"Okay?" I answered, not knowing what to say.
"I like you a lot, I love you," she answered.
We'd used the L word from time to time, but never in this situation, where it was so serious. My heart did back-flips.
"You have a good job, you're funny, we have great sex, I love your personality, we have such great communication," she continued.
"But Rick, he did things to you I never did," I answered.
"Rick is a good guy, he's good looking, but he's not my type."
"Really?" I asked and she could see I was pleased.
"Your feelings are important to me. If you don't want me to do it again, I won't," she answered.
"Thank you," I said, almost a whisper.
"But there is another path," she said with a smile.
I looked at her quizzically. "Another path?"
"Pavlov's dogs," she said.
I knew Pavlov, his experiments were world famous. He trained dogs to drool at the sound of a bell.
"What do you mean?"
"You can put your sexuality in my hands," she answered, a smirk on her face.
"It kind of is already isn't it?"
"Sort of. But you need to open your mind. I can take you places you never imagined."
"You already have," I answered, "You're crazy."
"Just think about it," she said.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm just being honest, I think you'd like it. I can see it in you."
I stared through the windshield, her offer obviously intriguing.
"What would you do?"
"You'd have to say yes to find out," now she was smiling, and I realized she was setting a trap for me.
"I'm not falling for it," I answered.
"That's fine," she said, "I can be patient."
I didn't know what to say, we kept driving.
"I love you," I said.
She looked at me again, this time with a big grin and winked at me.
My heart went into my throat. I wanted to ask her the question, and as I pulled into my driveway, I killed the engine.
"Umm, okay, I have a question for you."
"Can I kiss you?"
She smiled at me and leaned toward me and I gave her a kiss. When our lips parted she made to get out of the car and reached out and touched her leg.
"Wait, I have to ask you," I said.
"Have you ever thought about getting married again?"
"I'm barely divorced, but sure, it crossed my mind," she answered.
"Like, to me," I stammered.
"That's what I meant," she answered and I nervously laughed, wanting a glass of water for my suddenly parched tongue.
"So, this path, you realize if we were to, you know, hypothetically get married, it would blow everything up right?"
She looked at me, shaking her head.
"What?" I said.
"You don't understand," she answered.
"What?" I repeated.
"Getting married would be a good first step," she answered.
"What, why?" I answered.
"Because then you'd really have something to lose."
"I need to lose you?"
"You'd need to fear losing me," she answered.
"I already fear losing you. That's why we're having this conversation," I said, thinking this was obvious.
"Then ask me!"
I gulped, was it really coming down to this? Was I really going to ask this question, coming home from a threesome where I'd put my best friend's cock in my mouth?"
"Will you marry me?" I asked.
"Of course," she answered.
It was the first step.