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Who Done it?
The paranoia ate at you for weeks. You couldn’t relax around any of them. Was Brent mocking you? Was Alex smiling too much? Was your wife Lily flirting with Dominic?
Late one sleepless night you broke down and sent an email to all of them: “Which one of you assholes fucked my wife?! She said it was one of you, so don’t try to deny it!”
…turns out none of them had. She’d just been teasing you with a hot fantasy. You were so ashamed. And they wouldn’t let you live it down.
“Hey Lily, do you want to fuck again?” Dominic would joke.
“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait, though. Fuck me in his bed while he’s out here playing Dominion with his friends.” Then she’d pull him away to your bedroom and make loud, fake sex sounds. “Yes, yes! I love your gigantic cock, Dom! It’s so much bigger and better than my husband’s! Fill me with your potent seed!” Then they’d stumble out, laughing uproariously.
This went on a for a long time. The joke never got old to them. Each of your friends took turns, sometimes leaving en masse to stage an audio orgy for your benefit.
You were so humiliated. They mocked your touchy, jealous nature. They loved how red-faced and upset you’d get. When you demanded they stop, they’d just laugh and tell you to learn to take a joke. Or tell tell you if you stopped being so irrationally jealous, the game wouldn’t be fun anymore and they’d quit. Sometimes they’d just tease you with a line like, “I’m sorry friendo, but now that Lily’s had my big strap-on cock in her, she just can’t live without weekly poundings.” Lily nodded solemnly. “Alex is right. They’ve ruined me for other men and nonbinary folk, baby.”
Eventually you did grow used to their provocations and stopped getting so jealous and riled up…So they upped the ante. Lily would wear sexier outfits on game nights and ask your friends how she looked. “Is this enough cleavage to entice you to betray your best friend and fuck his wife in his own house, Brent?” Brent smiled deviously, “To betray that loser? I’d fuck you in a burlap sack on his mother’s casket.” Jesus!
But it was the subtle things that really made you mad, though you were now determined not to let them win by showing it. She’d hug each of them for just a little longer than usual and wink at you over their shoulder. She’d put her arm around one of their waists and lean into them companionably, looking comfortable and daring you with her eyes to say something. Sometimes she’d even hold hands with one or two while you were out in public.”I’m so happy my husband’s jealously has brought us all closer,” Lily noted serenely. You seethed but you wouldn’t give in. When Lily started kissing your friends right on the lips, little pecks to say hello or goodbye, you broke and stormed out of the room. They all cheered and laughed. “I kiss my Dad harder than that!” Lily yelled after you, giggling.
One night Lily plopped down into Dominic’s lap while you all watched a film, wrapping her arms around his neck. This was new. She began loudly declaiming his beauty and heroic fucking feats. “My most handsome lover, remember when you smashed this puss so hard it dislocated my hip?” Oh very funny. He took the ball and ran with it. “Remember when you sucked my massive cock so deep into your throat that you passed out from lack of oxygen?” Lily giggled, “actually my head’s a little foggy about that memory, babe. Lack of oxygen will do that.” Dom continued, “but I didn’t want to waste my erection so I pulled down your waistband and jizzed into your panties.” Gross. Surely she was offput by that one? Nope. If anything she seemed more into it. “Fuck! Umm, wow, that’s one way to get a girl wet, you naughty boy. I must have…yes, I remember! I woke up and felt so used and degraded that I fucked you immediately. I came three times, crying out that I was your whore.”
You were getting red-faced and antsy. You really didn’t like how she’d begun grinding her ass into Dominic’s lap while performing this little scene. They were definitely taking the joke too far. “Mmm, I can feel you remembering it, too, Dom. You really are, uhhhh, big…bigger than my husband. Wow. Um, hey, I really need, ummm…Please! Take me on my desecrated marital bed again!” Then they scampered off to the bedroom. Sheesh! Their acting was getting too good…More time than usual passed, in quiet. When you did hear them eventually their cries didn’t sound quite as comical, either…
Everyone looked around awkwardly, not quite making eye contact. Brent tried to hide his erection with a pillow. Alex fidgeted, adjusting themselves too much. After a while Dom strode back in. He laughed but it sounded forced and unnatural. “Haha, sure showed that slut. Ummm, ha, yeah. Lily said to tag in Alex and Brent next. She wants you to double-team her, heh.” They got up slowly, looked at each other sheepishly, then rushed out. You had the largest pit in your stomach you’d ever felt. Was this…real? “Heh heh, umm, relax man! It’s just a joke…” Then Dom lapsed into silence for minutes, “I can’t believe you don’t have condoms, man. Shit! I mean-”
Past is Prologue
It’s true your best friends all fucked your last girlfriend. You wouldn’t exactly say you “let them.” More like she got you drunk and then bet her body in a game of poker against them. You certainly didn’t stop them while passed out drunk. They claim you nodded when she asked if it was alright… After that, she said the barrier was already broken and so she might as well fuck them whenever. You couldn’t really argue. But you also couldn’t believe it was coming back to haunt you with your new girlfriend. Fuck!
You girlfriend was so sweet and sexually adventurous. She was always surprising you with little sexy texts, pictures, videos. She was particularly obsessed with cum. She always said she snapped them when you weren’t looking, but you really couldn’t figure out how she’s gotten this one of you two. And did your cock really look that big?
Follow me
“It just tastes so good, honey! It’s not cheating…really! Duh, cause he said so!… Because you’re the same blood! It’s basically the same as your dick…just bigger. Because he’s the ‘big brother’….No, I don’t think that’s supposed to be about age, silly. Why would someone seven years younger than you be called ‘bigger’ if that were true?…No, your sister told me. She said he was the ‘big brother’ and I didn’t believe her either but then I bet her to ‘prove it’ and she pulled down his pants and showed me right there. So of course I had to offer a forfeit for being wrong. Your sister peed in my mouth. That didn’t taste great. Your brother said he should get the same, but he started fucking my face! Of course I tried to pull away! But then he told me how it wasn’t cheating because you’re of the same blood and how ‘big brothers’ have to ensure their little brothers’ girls know how to please. …Yeah, that’s how I got so good at head. You’re welcome. …Yeah, at least it’s only in the mouth. He never finishes in my pussy…”
Crossdressing Caption – Persuasion
Of course when you got there you saw your frat brothers out on the lawn horsing around. Men sporting sundresses with chest hair sprouting where cleavage should have been. Big beards over slips, their junk tenting the smooth fabric and obviously not tucked thoroughly as you had. And certainly no one else had shaven their legs. They were parodies. No one came close to passing. Even though they’d all assured you there would be prizes for the most convincing getup.
Freaking out, you asked your girlfriend to pull away immediately before anyone saw you. She just took the keys, got out and started striding away, greeting your roommate loudly. Shit!
“Who’s your hot new frien-” your roomie started in, “Oh my god! Sam!?!? You’re smokin’! I can’t believe this worked- I mean, that your outfit is so good. The seniors need to see this!”
You were quickly ushered into the house – past many roving eyes, wolf whistles, and ass slaps – to the house elders. After much laughter and being made to twirl and bend over you were summarily declared the winner for the title “Queen Sissy”. Yay? Wait, the prize was to be the Party Hostess? You’d have to take everyone’s orders, drink and…otherwise. If everyone wasn’t pleased by the night’s end, you’d have to dress like this for a month!?
You looked to your girlfriend in panic. She just smirked and said in a sultry voice not to worry, that she’d teach you exactly how to please all the men. This was met with raucous approval.
Your girlfriend is ‘just friends’ with a lot of guys and gals. But you thought her buying these panties after all your hand wringing about it was a bit of a smack in the face. Especially when she greeted a few of them at the door in just these and a midriff baring top.
No, Kitten
“That’s it, kitten. Enjoy hubby’s big cock. That’s it. I love hearing you moan.”
“So good. So deep.”
“That’s right. Hubby is going in deep. He’s going paint your womb with his seed.”
“No! Can’t. Not protected.”
“Oh yes he is, sweetie. He’s going to plant his seed inside your fertile cunt.”
“Oh god! He’s going faster. Can feel him swelling. Need to get off.”
“Oh no you don’t. I am going to hold you here so he can finish off inside of you, my sweet kitten. You’re going to have a beautiful baby bump.”
Your girlfriend had stopped having sex with you shortly after she started hanging out with that married couple down the street. Not that she denied you outright; she was just always with them so late into the night. And she seemed so exhausted. She said they were training for a triathlon, and you believed her, for the most part. But some things didn’t add up. Who trains so late at night all the time? And you never saw them running or biking around the neighborhood. When she declared she was pregnant, the dates really didn’t add up…
“Oh, honey, we’ve been over this. You agreed to the terms. I give myself to each guy I’m with. I’m his absolute slut. But you’re different, sweetie; we’re equals. Partners.” She looks at you with those big, innocent eyes. “Isn’t that nice? I love you. You’re special. If you were just some other guy, I’d let you fuck me and do whatever you want with my body. But you get to be special to me. We’re a team.”
“I understand that, I do. I respect your choices. But can’t we agree together to take that key from around your neck and unlock that chastity belt you’re wearing?”
“Umm, I’m sorry, baby,” she apologizes, biting her lip. “I’ll admit things got carried away. Once I told Him our arrangement, He locked me up in this. It felt so sexy and submissive. He asked me if I’d make Him a promise. I was so carried away by arousal, I told Him I’d do anything He asked. He made me promise to never remove this key from my neck myself. To use it only when necessary to lock myself up after sex and immediately replace it on my neck. And also…to never let you use it.”
“Me! …just me…and you… so you mean…?”
“Yeah!” she chimes in, all bubbly, “He was really nice about letting my other fuck buddies use the key. Or anyone else who wants to use me. I’d feel so conflicted if I had to disappoint them.”
“But not me?!”
“Sugar, don’t be like that. You know I hate disappointing you. But that’s not what I mean. You’re my boyfriend, not one of those guys I let make me his fuck puppet for a few hours. It’s okay to say no to you. That’s what makes us partners.”
“I guess I can’t argue with that… But this is ridiculous! He’d never know if we just…” you trail off, tracing a finger seductively down from her cheek and tug at the key.
She slaps your hand away, lightning fast.
“No!” She shouts. Anger flashes in her eyes, her face gravely serious. “This is a test of trust. I won’t break a promise. I might be a slut, but my word is my bondage.”
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