Lex

All the tension and ambiguity of the last two days have fused in one dirty smile she gives me before jumping into the backseat with Stan.  Should I be surprised?  No, because all the time at dinner, as she is flirting with him, and even before, as I am watching her getting dressed for dinner, I sense a mischief brewing in that pretty head of hers.

Am I surprised?  Not yet, my mind is in a state of denial. Still, by some strange subhuman mechanism, my body already acknowledges the unmistakable significance of what is happening.  Happening in front of my eyes as I am getting into the car and watching a crooked smile spreading over Stan’s silly face.  Happening behind my back, literally,  as I am turning the ignition and hearing Lydia saying to Stan that I don’t mind if she gets a little friendly with my friends. 

Which, of course, is a blatant lie. And she knows that!  And she knows I hear what she is saying.  She knows that I know she is provoking me to either protest or stay silent and let her get friendly with my friend, as she puts it.  One way or another, she wants me to put an end to the ambiguity I have created. 

Indeed, why on earth have I invited Stan to join me and Lydia on our first vacation together, as we are still getting to know each other?  What is he doing here hanging out with me and my new girlfriend? 

I wish I knew myself.  He is an old friend of mine.  He lives in the area, I have not seen him for a while, and he has never met Lydia but he knows I am quite fond of her.  So yes, it has been logical for me to invite him to join us.  Him and his wife. But for starters, he shows up on his own. I don’t mind, of course, especially knowing what a boring woman his wife is.

Then, he and Lydia really hit it off.  They laugh, they joke, they make fun of me.  Indeed, we are very friendly, and I don’t mind.  Just like she says.  Well, not the backseat shenanigans kind of friendly.  At least not yet.

I turn around and I see her smile glowing and her eyes sparkling. She is very sexy in that dress I bought her yesterday.  I enjoyed watching her this afternoon, laying out the dress on the bed, and taking her time to arrange and choose a nice pair of panties. Parading in nothing but panties, she spends a good hour doing her face and hair, not letting me mess her up.  I like these little games she plays with me.  But with me, not with my buddy Stan!

Has it been a part of my plan to share her with a friend, a fantasy Lydia and I have been exploring together? 

Well, generally in my fantasy world, I am at the receiving end. Someone else is sharing his woman with me, not the other way around.  After all, I am the alpha male, not a cuckold!  Right?!

Yes, but in her fantasy world, Lydia has that kink of being shared by her partner.  It dwells in the very depths of her dirty mind.  And a very imaginative one at that. So imaginative and engaging that I just have to be there for her.  It must have been liberating for her after all the years she has been suffering from the debilitating, never-ending, and completely unjustified jealousy of her ex-husband.  Plan or no plan, but the idea of sharing her with a friend has been on the agenda.

I turn around and I see the two of them in the backseat, still a foot apart but already poised to close that gap, and giving me a questioning look.

“Are you going to drive or what?” asks Stan. 

This is a split-second decision for me – stop it and spoil the mood of the fun evening, or let the events take their course. And although my mind screams at me to stop it, the same subhuman feeling in my body already knows that the events have taken their turn, and we should see them through to the end.  I give them a smile and put the car in gear.

It is dark, and the fog from the ocean envelopes the narrow and winding road. I must drive responsibly, but the sounds behind me make me glance in the rearview window.  And of course, there is no gap anymore.  They are vigorously making out and Stan’s hands are all over her.  I know how Lydia likes being fondled over the fabric with that indirect touch arousing her, preparing for the next stage, more explicit and intimate. 

That short glance in the mirror is enough for me to imagine everything that is going to happen next.  That dress is perfect for backseat activity with a long slit running across her left thigh and a front zipper all the way down to her waist.  Her back is bare, she wears no bra and as I hear the zipper’s sound followed by her giggling and moaning, I know that Stan’s hairy hand is now exploring her glorious tits.  I vividly imagine the pleasure he draws from that, feeling how her nipples harden under his palm.  And then of course his other hand must be crawling under the hem of her dress through the slit, caressing her inner thigh, climbing up, reaching her panties.  I know how wet she gets from being fondled.

“I wonder who is responsible for that wetness?” Stan asks with a suddenly coarse voice revealing his excitement.

“Both of you.”

“Oh, you are bad!”

 “I am.  But let’s see if you are any good,” she laughs.  “Oh, you are pretty bad yourself!”

And with that, I can hear another zipper’s sound followed by a happy gasp.  I know what makes her happy.  Stan and I have played sports together in college and I have seen him naked in the locker room.  He certainly has something to excite a girl.

I cannot help it and take another look in the mirror but this time I don’t see Lydia, only Stan’s silly, happy face.

“Hey, eyes on the road!” he yells at me, and I hear another Lydia’s giggle muffled by Stan’s cock in her mouth. 

My eyes are on the road, my ears and inner eyes keep looking back.  Stan does not yell anymore, instead, I can hear him moaning.

“Yeah, like that, girl.  Someone trained you well.  You know how to please a cock.”

He is probably saying this to tease or annoy me. He does not know how this kind of talk excites Lydia, but I do and by now I am stone-hard myself.

Bitch, little dirty slut! I think listening to the sloppy sound her mouth makes polishing Stan’s shaft.  Is he just going to cum in her mouth? 

As if hearing my thoughts, they abruptly stop.  I hear Lydia catching her breath, giggling again.

“Let me help you!”  That is Stan giving her a hand, or perhaps both hands taking off Lydia’s panties in the tightness of the backseat.

“Give them to Lex,” she says, and Stan puts them on my shoulder.

Really?! I know what she is up to, and another jolt of jealousy pricks me like a dull needle. I am designated to hold onto her panties while she will be fucking my friend.  Again, this is part of a little game Lydia and I often play.  Right, she and I!  Who gave her the right to invite my buddy into our little ritual? 

Step by step, I recognize that I have lost all control of the situation, that Lydia is entirely in charge, and the more this enrages me, the more she enjoys the unraveling scandal.

Turned inside out, smelling of her scent, the panties rest on my right shoulder as I contemplate if I should let them stay where they are or throw them to the side.  A sudden pressure applied to the back of my seat distracts my attention. That could mean only one thing – Lydia’s climbing on Stan’s lap and for one purpose – to get fucked behind my back.

“Your friend has a wonderful cock,” she whispers into my left ear, “is that how you select your friends?”

“I don’t know, you will be the judge of that,” I reply, trying to remain calm under the circumstances.

“Oh yes I will,” she assures me and makes a deep gasp so much familiar to me that it leaves no doubt in her determination to find out everything about Stan’s cock. 

Lydia has a very tight pussy. Entering and stretching her always gives me incredible joy.  Sometimes, perhaps to stroke my ego, she describes to me how sensitive her pussy is on the first entrance when stretched, how she feels every vein of my cock.

And now, as she is moaning into my ear, I am visualizing Stan’s massive tool penetrating her, stretching her pussy that is now feeling his every vein.

I am trying not to think about it, but it is hard to think about anything else.  Lydia is moaning into my ear and her rhythmic pushes on the back of my sit coincide with the gyrating motions with which she is riding Stan’s cock. I can’t help but imagine her thighs widely spread straddling Stan, dress lifted above her waist. My imagination is further ignited by the flapping sound they make on her every jump, by the smell of her leaking juices that now joins and dominates the scent of her panties, by her moans and whimpers, and by Stan’s heavy breathing.

“So,” I ask, “does my friend have a wonderful cock?”

A few extended moans escape her mouth before she utters something that I barely decipher as

“Yeah, he is sooooo deep…”

Probably getting annoyed by the fact that Lydia is still talking to me in the middle of the fuck, Stan pulls her back to him. Her moans get muffled, presumably by kissing Stan.  I have to give it to him, he is in great physical shape, and his stamina is enviable as he continues fucking my girlfriend hard, passionately, and with determination typical of him, of everything he does. 

Their culmination is building up, while I must look at the road as some idiot is blinding me with high beams.  That forces me to remain focused on driving for a moment when Lydia asks,

“Should I let him cum inside me?”

“Of course, you should! I want you filled and lubricated.” I say, trying not to reveal the jealousy raging inside me.

This is a fucking rhetorical question as if anyone would listen to what I say at this moment. I have to say yes because I just cannot give Stan the pleasure of cumming into my girlfriend against my will. This is exactly what he wants.  Yet, either way, I am fucked, because this is precisely the answer Lydia wants from me, being shared by her partner and, given permission to get fucked all the way through.  I know it, we have played that fantasy more than once.

Triggered by my answer, Lydia’s moan reaches a loud crescendo instantly followed by Stan’s roaring.  The shaking motion behind me peaks and then gradually stops.  I glance in the mirror and see both of them still, almost frozen.  Lydia’s eyes are closed. Her face has that special expression I like so much, watching her accept the warm flow of cum filling her pulsating cunt.

Our drive is ending as we approach the hotel.

“Give me my panties now.”

Right, this is the game we play.  I once told Lydia as I read somewhere that walking with cum inside her pussy is very good for a woman’s health.  I often don’t allow her to wash after our fuck, but instead help her to put panties on, demanding to carry me between her legs.

And now she is going to carry my friend Stan under the panties I was holding for her during their fuck.

She pulls them up as the valet is approaching the car.  He opens the door, and Lydia steps out.  Her dress and hair look disheveled, but there is a special glow around her. 

What I feel now could only be described as admiration steeped in jealousy.  Admiration for taking that bold move, deciding for herself, doing what she’s wanted to do for so long, and for trusting me to go along with that.  As for jealousy, it hardly needs explanation. 

The three of us enter the hotel, Lydia walking between me and Stan, walking with the pride of a well fucked woman.

“Are you going to punish me now?” she asks me in the elevator. I don’t need to answer that. She knows I am.  What really drives me mad is the thought of how much she is going to enjoy her punishment.

Lydia

Nobody has invited Stan, but somehow, he is in the room, sitting next to me on the couch and watching Lex pouring wine.  Lex hands us glasses and sits himself in the armchair facing us.  Stan and I look like two naughty schoolchildren in detention for doing something they were not permitted to do. It feels as if Stan and I expect Lex to admonish us, but he just looks at us without saying a word.

I admire how he takes this. I am not going to say this to him now.  I can do better; I land on his lap.

“What about that punishment you promised me?” I say kissing him.

“That would be too much fun for a bad girl like you,” he replies.

“Looks like bad girls like me are good for you,” I say feeling his erection, “or at least your cock feels that way.  Simple fella, he doesn’t lie.”

“No, he doesn’t.  Speaking about the fella…  Get up and strip for me!”

Yes, I am happy to do that for him but in the back of my mind I know that Stan is watching too, and I find that very arousing.  I look at Lex and slowly take my dress off.  I keep my panties on, and the wet spot on them must be visible. I am wet and filled with Stan’s cum.  Lex looks at my wet spot as I kneel and take off his pants.

I was hoping he would go for that, but until the very last moment, I was not sure he would accept my mischief, giving me the pleasure to live my kink.  I must admit, that makes him incredibly attractive to me. I crave to suck his cock.  Especially after making him witness – not see but hear and know – my sucking Stan’s cock behind his back.  I must be punished and here it comes.  Lex grabs my hair and shoves my face into his cock area.  I greedily inhale his manly scent. Licking his balls, I enjoy the feeling of the throbbing shaft on my face, my nose, my eye sockets. 

I lick his precum and take him into my mouth.  It tastes and feels different from Stan’s. Knowing Lex’s attention to detail, I’m sure he will ask for a full cock comparison report. Truth is, I can’t say that one is better than the other. Stan had the living through the fantasy advantage, but Lex can make me cum hard even with a short quick fuck. And that means a lot to a greedy slut like me.  

Thinking of my stint with Stan still feels very hot, sucking him in the backseat while he raises my dress and fingers my cunt, and while Lex cannot do anything about it.  And yes, that may sound cruel, but I had that fantasy for years, and I am very, very grateful to Lex for playing it out with me.  Now Lex sees his cock in my mouth while Stan is watching. And to show my gratitude, I take him as deep as I can. He puts his hand on my head and pushes me further down.  Yeah, that is my punishment.  I gag but keep sucking.

“You want my cock?” Lex asks suddenly pulling out of my mouth, “You dirty little slut, where do you want it?”

“I am your dirty slut, and you can put it wherever you want,” I say.

“I am going to put it into that dirty cunt you let my buddy Stan to use.  Now go and make him take your panties off for me.  He can give you a hand, he’s already practiced, hasn’t he?”

I crawl toward Stan, and Lex walks after me. His cock must be swinging.  I see that when I turn around and present my ass to Stan.  He chuckles and removes my panties.

“That is one dirty cunt indeed,” he says, “thank you for showing it to me. I have not seen it before.”

“Fuck you, man.  Just shut up and watch!” Lex says to him and orders me to climb on the coach.  I do and stand on all fours offering my ass and cum dripping cunt to Lex.  My face is over Stan's crotch.  I see his hand moving toward his zipper, but I shake my head.

“You just watch now,” I whisper, and he understands.  He takes my hands and holds me when Lex suddenly slaps my ass. 

“You do have a very dirty cunt,” Lex says.

“Yes, she is very dirty and should be punished,” I say a little dramatically.

He shoves his cock inside me, fully, balls deep.  I scream. Lex orders me to shut up and stay in place.  He fucks me hard, and I do as I am told, pushing back on his cock, moaning loudly more loudly than back then in the car, riding Stan.  Back then, I was trying to control myself, knowing how hard it was for Lex to hear my moans and whimpers.  Yet again, I wanted him to hear that, as it was part of my fantasy. I am moaning and screaming now freely and loudly. Lex fucks me as if the devil possesses him, like never before.  Or maybe it is just me and my sensitive already fucked cunt, but he manages to take me to the edge in no time.

Lex senses that I am about to cum and slaps me again and calling me a greedy cunt.

“It’s your fault,” I say, “you taught me to like cock.”

“Nah, you are a natural cock lover, but your greedy little cunt knows no limits.  Nobody asked her to fuck Stan’s cock.”

“She can’t help it, she likes to fuck very much,” I squeeze between moans.

“Of course she does, she is a cunt, greedy dirty cunt,” he grunts pounding me.

He feels that I am again about to cum. He pushes deep and pulls my hair, keeping me on his cock.

I cum like a greedy dirty slut I am.

That triggers him and he fills my cunt again telling me to be a good girl and take it all.  And I do, my cunt is a mess, and I love it.

“Need your panties back?” asks Stan as I look at a big tent in his trousers.  A weird thought runs through my head, but I let it pass.

I put my panties back on and make them watch me proudly carry both of them between my legs.