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averageisnotenough:

You’re mad at me? You should be fucking thanking me. Yes, she cheated on you with me, but if she hadn’t come to my place, she would have gone to her ex’s. You have no idea how close she was to doing that, until I convinced her I could fuck her better than him. So let me ask you, would you have preferred that she fucked that big dicked douche again, or me with big strap on?

Somehow your sister always ended up fucking your girlfriends. And she always managed to get you to thank her for it. Even though she was the one to encourage them that maintaining friendships with their exes was healthy. That there was no way you’d be jealous. That you were sweet and would always be gentle and kind. Maybe too sweet. Did your girlfriend ever like a rough, domineering lover? Oh well, bad news about that, your sister would say.

“That’s it, Maple, now let’s cleanup the mess you made with my husband’s cock..Good job. Swallow it all.”

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Maple’s boyfriend Preston had had to leave the club early due to an early morning shift, but Maple’s boss and her boss’s husband had offered to keep her company a while longer. Preston thanked them and left.

Veronique and Jason danced Maple into exhaustion. None of them drank alcohol, but Maple felt loopy with endorphins. Her boss and Jason had always been a little flirtatious, but now they were both grinding on her and touching her suggestively. Maple hadn’t ever really danced like this before. She looked around; their behavior didn’t seem out of line compared to other folks on the dance floor. It was just harmless fun, she guessed. She felt good, after all. Very good.

They took a break to drink water and sit at a booth. V and Jason sandwiched Maple, one on either side. Her boss laid her head on Maple’s shoulder, and took her hand, amiably. It was nice. Then Jason put his arm over Maple’s shoulder and ruffled Veronique’s hair. Maple leaned into Jason. It was nicer. She felt titillated by the intimacy, but it was comfortable, too.

The trio made it back onto the dance floor, and Maple found herself sandwiched again. Jason would grind on her from behind. Veronique faced her, dancing close, touching her hips or wrapping her arms around Maple’s neck and staring deep into her eyes. Maple was incredibly aroused and she felt ashamed of herself. She was taking things the wrong way. There were several other triplets and quartets around doing the same things. It didn’t mean anything.

As the night wore on, Maple felt herself grow warn and wet between her legs. What would her boss think? What would Preston think?! She was so perverted, she chided herself. Then she noticed many of the other dancers starting to make out with one another on the dance floor. Her lips tingled. She wanted that. One other trio nearby was groping each other more overtly, hands were placed under clothes, a man’s shirt removed entirely, a woman’s cleavage licked and kissed, the shirt pulled down to reveal bare breasts. Oh my! Maybe this style of dancing wasn’t so innocent. What was this club? It was exclusive was all she knew. V and Jason, had gotten them in… Maple was incredibly horny, though, and watched the show, transfixed.

Maple felt her boss lean in closer, and it snapped her out of her fixation. Was her boss about to kiss her? She wanted it, needed it. Her rational concerns were somewhere else, deeply submerged.

Veronique leaned over Maple’s shoulder and kissed Jason. Oh, of course. They made out passionately; Maple could feel their warmth and hear their lips. Her cheeks burned, she felt silly and envious. She started to pull away from the two in shame.

Veronique reached down a hand and restrained her employee. “Don’t worry, my sweet,” she purred into Maple’s ear before licking it lightly and biting the earlobe. Maple was hot and tingly, dazed. Veronique put her hand under the girl’s chin and angled her face up to her own. Maple pursed her lips and leaned into the kiss. Fireworks exploded all over her body. The kiss began gently and then degraded into something feverish, intense.

She became aware of lips kissing down her neck, pulling aside her collar, biting her where her shoulder and neck met. All the while she continued to make out with Veronique. Jason’s hands gripped her waist and then began wandering up her torso. They found her breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, not bound by bra. He teased her sensitive nipples, driving her wild. He ground his crotch into her butt; she could feel his hard bulge. V started brazenly rubbing between Maple’s skinny jeans clad legs with a free hand. Maple was over-stimulated. Between kisses she let out loud moans that no one else could hear, though they might have noticed her O shaped mouth, eyes rolling up beneath fluttering lids, and wanton hip gyrations between a man’s crotch and a woman’s hand.

She was now so far gone that she couldn’t even keep kissing V. “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted. Jason rolled up Maple’s shirt, revealing her breasts. It felt right to her. Veronique slipped her hand into Maple’s pants and massaged the girl’s clitoral hood. It was finally too much. With a shudder and a high-pitched gasp, Maple came. She slumped onto V.

“Good girl, Maple. Good girl. We’re going to have such fun.”

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Maple was coming down from her high, but she still felt so good, so right. She let the couple lead her back to their place.

“Text your boyfriend and tell him you’re tired and are crashing at our place.”

She did so. The sun was just starting to rise when they got there. Right in the doorway the two began taking turns kissing her while the other caressed. Bliss was approaching again fast.

“You’re our little pet now, Maple,” Veronique cooed. “Would you like that, to be ours?”

Maple nodded, numbly. She would do anything to keep being with them, like this. “Yes, please, master.”

Master?! Where the hell had that come from. It just slipped out.

“Mmmm, very good girl. You’ll take to training nicely. First I’m going to teach you how to suck my husband’s cock, okay?”

Maple nodded eagerly.

The hot new couple in the apartment down the hall kept inviting your girlfriend to dinner with them. She deferred at first but eventually ran out of excuses and conceded. “I’m sure they meant both of us,” she assured you, but you weren’t so certain. They had pointedly invited only her, right in front of you, repeatedly.

You weren’t too upset since, like you girlfriend, they were both mathematicians. Another night of math talk would drive you mad. You were spared the social awkwardness when you got called in to work that night.

You got home late, but your girlfriend still wasn’t back. You could see light through their peephole, but knocking on the door gave no answer. Pressing your ear to the door, you clearly heard the grunts and moans of exuberant intercourse. “H’okay, don’t want t interrupt that,” you thought, walking away. Your girlfriend must have gone out for something, you reasoned. Strange that she didn’t respond to text, though.

She returned an hour later, waking you up with a kiss. “Sorry, honey, I stayed up late with them, drinking and talking.”

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah, you really dodged a bullet. They would have bored you to tears. But I think we’re gonna be great friends! We have a standard date-uh-dinner night planned each week now. Don’t worry, I said you’d be busy.”

Perhaps “let” wasn’t the right word. She had told you that your friends were ogling her. She didn’t mind, she just loves teasing you with stories about other guys hitting on her. You don’t like it, but it never goes anywhere and she seems to get a thrill from the attention. Not to mention the sex after some guy hits on her is always amazing.

You assured her that your friends would never hit on her for real. They’re loyal and respectful. She didn’t believe you. She bet you that with just a low cut top and some sustained eye contact, she could get every last one of them to make a move. You sensed danger, but your pride was at stake and you took the bet immediately. …before hearing the terms. “If you’re right, you win the satisfaction of knowing your friends are true. If I win, I let them do whatever they want.”