by Lexi Archer
Only I think something happened that wasn't part of the show. I couldn't see what his hand was doing, but Brandi suddenly yelped and then she stopped her grinding motion and looked down at Anthony. He smiled up at her and lifted an eyebrow and suddenly I very much wanted to know what was going on.
"I don't know…" Brandi said.
"You know you want to know what it feels like," Anthony replied.
Holy shit. I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was going to pass out. I felt like I needed to go into the room and stop whatever was happening, only there was no way I could do that. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on in there. I had a pretty good notion that yelp of surprise had been my fiancée pulling up as his cockhead suddenly pressed against her.
No doubt that's what his hand had been doing while it was hidden down there. Pulling her panties and shorts aside, working his cock up in there. And I had a pretty good idea of how wet, how turned on she must be. And I also had a pretty good idea of how much self-control it was keeping for him to not thrust inside her and commit the ultimate taboo. For him to start fucking my girl right there.
Panic well up inside me and I realized I wasn't ready for it. Not yet. Not like this.
I stumbled away from my spy perch and back to my room. I almost thought I was going to fall out of my window I was so disoriented as I scrambled through it, but somehow I managed to make it out without seriously injuring myself. I sprinted around the house in record time, wondering the whole time if they were consummating their forbidden tryst while I wasn't able to watch her.
I think the only thing that would disappoint me more than being too late to stop it from happening would be being too late to stop it from happening and not getting to witness the actual moment it happened. I desperately needed to see it when it eventually happened, I just wasn't ready for that moment to be now.
I skidded to a halt at the front door and fumbled with my keys. I very nearly dropped them and then I made a production of being very loud as I put them in and started to open the door. I wanted to give them plenty of time to disengage, to get dressed and look as though nothing was happening. I also desperately wanted to interrupt whatever they were about to do.
I was absolutely sick with worry as I thought about his cock sliding up inside her. At the same time my cock was as hard as a diamond as I thought about another man's cock, that huge dark monster, sliding up inside my petite white fiancées pussy. A pussy that was still a very much untouched by almost any man. Excepting myself and my very recent explorations of course.
I opened the front door and made a production of jingling my keys as I walked into the living room. My stomach was churning as I thought about what sight might possibly greet me. What if they decided to just go ahead with it? What if they were so caught up in the throes of passion that they were fucking when I walked into the living room? A not insignificant part of me, the part that was controlled by this new obsession, hoped that would be the case even as the rational part of my mind was scared shitless that's what I’d find.
To my profound disappointment and relief that wasn't what I found when I walked into the living room. The movie was still playing. Brandi and Anthony were sitting beside one another though they were a safe distance apart, each of them leaning on an arm of the couch and seemingly paying attention to the movie. As soon as I walked in Brandi looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye.
"Hi baby! Back so soon?"
14: Conflicted
"You’re home early honey," Brandi said.
"I didn't realize you were going to be here so early either," I replied. I hoped my acting was up to snuff, but it felt hollow. I’d never been good at the whole acting thing.
I also felt as though there was almost a hidden challenge to her statement. I was home early. I'd come home early enough to interrupt the fun she was having. The fun she knew I was watching. Did she want me to interrupt? Was she pissed off that I'd interrupted? How close had they been to fucking? Was his cock inside her or did I interrupt them in time? What the hell was going on when I panicked and interrupted them?
Too many questions. I needed to talk to her. Really go over everything that had just happened.
"Want to head back to my room babe?" I asked.
"You don't need any help with your groceries?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face.
Damn it. What was she doing? She knew damn well that I didn't have any groceries, and now my mind was racing to come up with an explanation even though Anthony didn't look like he was particularly interested in my answer.
"I decided to skip the grocery store for now," I said.
It sounded lame even as I said it, but I wasn't going to be able to come up with a better or more convincing lie on the spot. Why was she doing that? Maybe she really was pissed off that I'd interrupted.
"Well anyways," Brandi said. "Anthony and I were just watching this movie. I'd really like to finish it, but you're welcome to join us."
I looked at the movie and then back to Brandi who was smiling up at me with that sweet smile on her face. I hated that we were playing this game. She knew very well that I knew she wasn’t watching the movie, but I couldn't very well call her out on that without arousing Anthony’s suspicions and making him wonder what the hell was going on here. And so I found myself sitting down and glancing over at her wondering what the hell she was up to.
I sat in silence next to Brandi with Anthony on the other side. I couldn't help but glance over at him as he stared at the television. I couldn't help but wonder what sort of thoughts were running through his head. Was he terrified that I'd walked in? That I'd almost caught them? Was he pissed off that I'd interrupted the fun they were so obviously having? More importantly, had he managed to get his dick inside my fiancée? Was he thinking about that right now? Was his cock slick with her juices?
I just didn't know. I had no way of knowing and it was killing me. My cock was tenting out in my pants and I had to adjust every couple of minutes to try and find a comfortable position. I couldn't find a comfortable position though. It just didn't exist with my body in this current state.
My eyes were still on the television screen but I wasn't paying attention to the movie when I felt something moving up my thigh. At first I thought it was a bug and I shook my leg to get rid of it, but then I glanced down in the darkness and realized it was actually Brandi's fingers running their way up my thigh. I raised an eyebrow and I glanced over at her, not daring to move my head and potentially drawing Anthony’s attention to what she was doing.
Her hand moved to my cock and I took in a sharp breath. Only that sharp breath wasn't just for the feel of her hand on my cock. No, I was also very interested in where her other hand was. Or where it wasn't, rather. I couldn't see her other hand. It was hidden somewhere. I risked turning to get a good look at Anthony. He had a stone faced expression. As though he was hiding something.
Once more I found myself wondering what the hell was going on just out of sight. My cock was throbbing as I thought of what might be going on. Where was her hand? Was she exploring his body? Was her hand in his boxers feeling his cock, picking up where they'd left off a few minutes ago?
No way to tell. No way to tell. The only thing I had was questions and no answers until this damn movie ended.
Brandi’s hand closed around my cock and I fought the urge to let out some sort of noise, any noise, even as I heard a gasp from the other side. It was quiet, so quiet that I might not have heard it if the action on the screen hadn’t suddenly gone from explosions to one of those quiet scenes where people talk about how they feel about each other before the movie got back to more explosions. Brandi was right next to me and the gasp wasn’t from her. It'd come from Anthony. There was no doubt in my mind. And it happened at the same time she started stroking her hand up and down my cock.
Impossible thoughts flew through my head. Thoughts of her hand wrapped around his cock. Her fingers barely able to make it around its girth. Of her jerking him, and thos
e thoughts were so intense that I was on the verge of blowing my load just from her running her hand up and down my own cock through my shorts.
It didn't help when she moved her hand inside my shorts and started feeling my cock’s contours with absolutely nothing in between us. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on breathing. I concentrated on anything other than my gorgeous fiancée's fingers dancing up and down the length of my cock. I prayed that she wouldn't start jerking it, because if she did I was going to blow my load and as though that thought was enough to make it happen suddenly she was wrapping her fingers around me and moving her hand up and down.
I glanced at her. I was amazed she was able to maintain her composure as she sat there most likely giving two guys hand jobs at the same time. I felt pleasure welling up inside me. I felt a tingle running up and down the length of my body along with the impossible heat that had been building in me ever since I first got the text from her earlier in the day asking me to vacate the house long enough for her to have a little bit of fun with my roommate. Watching her with my roommate had only served to strengthen my desire, and that desire was spilling out of the head of my cock as I thrust my hips up to meet her fist as she gave me the most intense hand job of my life.
I managed to stay quiet, but Anthony didn't. He was grunting quietly. If it'd been one of those action scenes I wouldn't have heard it. I wondered if Brandi had timed it like this deliberately just so I could hear his gasps and know exactly what was happening.
I ventured a glance over to him and I saw his hips subtly raising and lowering. I thought I saw a bulge in his shorts moving up and down slowly, similar to the bulge I saw earlier when I'd been spying on them from my spot in the hallway. It was happening. Brandi was jerking him off. And from the sound of things he was blowing his load right at the same time I was. Both of us were coming on my fiancée's hands. His seed was no doubt shooting out of his cock and then splashing back all over her.
As far as I knew I was the only man who'd ever blown a load in, on, or around Brandi, and the thought of another man’s seed dripping down her fingers was enough to get me absolutely drunk on desire. It only served to intensify the incredible feelings that were already running through my body.
The thought of my innocent fiancée with her gorgeous body, the way she'd been such a good girl for so long and now she was jerking off two guys at the same time, was so hot that it was driving me insane. I couldn't believe this was happening. And then it was over. I'd blown my load inside my shorts and I was done, though the arousal wasn't gone.
Strangely enough I was still ridiculously fucking turned on. What she'd just done was incredible, far hotter than anything I could have imagined when I first conceived of this fantasy, and I couldn't quite believe it she'd actually done it.
Anthony stirred next to me. He stood and I noticed he was trying to angle away from me. No doubt trying to hide the stain that would be obvious on the front of his pants if he turned towards me.
"This movie is great but I really have some studying to do," he said. "I think I'm going to get back to that."
Only I couldn't help but notice that if he was planning on doing some studying he was going to be doing it in a very odd place. He made his way towards the bathroom doing an odd sort of waddle and slammed the door. As soon as he was in the bathroom I turned to look at Brandi who looked at me with an innocent expression on her face.
"What?"
"What just happened there?"
"I think you know what just happened there baby," she said.
"Make it clear for me," I said. I needed to hear this. I needed to have my suspicions confirmed.
And boy did she confirm my suspicions in the best damn way possible. She pulled her hand up and I blinked as I saw what was on there. A man's cum. Only that wasn't the hand she'd used to jerk me off. That hand was still in my pants, still running up and down my cock which was hardening at the sight of what was on her other hand. Everything had been true. It had absolutely happened.
And as I stared, transfixed, she moved her hand up to her mouth. She started sucking on her finger as though it was a miniature cock, licking up every last bit of Anthony's seed that had splashed onto her hand while she was jerking him off. When she pulled her finger out it was slick with her saliva. Every drop of Anthony's cum was gone.
Damn. That had been so fucking hot. She was coming up with newer and more incredible ways to fulfill this fantasy. Ways I never would have imagined when it first started taking hold of my imagination.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Fuck Brandi," I said.
She looked over to the television and then back to me. "I'd say it's safe to say we don't need to finish the movie now. Want to go back to your room?"
"Fuck yes I do!"
15: Reassurances
I looked down the hall but Anthony's door was closed. He'd come out of the bathroom while I was turning the television off and disappeared into his room. No doubt he was going over everything that had just happened and wondering what the hell was going on. Maybe even wondering how he could orchestrate some more time alone with Brandi. I know I’d be doing the same thing if I was in his position.
Of course that would largely depend on me figuring out how the hell I felt about him having more time alone with my fiancée. When I stepped into my room I closed the door behind me, leaned against it, and took in a couple of deep breaths. Then I opened my eyes and looked at Brandi who was leaning back on the bed.
"You okay hon?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I've been fantasizing about this, it's an obsession, but at the same time seeing it fulfilled like that…"
"Having mixed feelings about the whole thing?" she asked.
"Something like that," I said.
She patted the bed next to her and I moved over. I flopped down and looked over at her.
"Are we getting in over our heads baby?" I asked.
She paused and thought about that for a moment. She looked at me, then up to the ceiling. She waited so long that I almost thought she wasn't going to give me an answer at all, but then she started talking.
"I just don't know the answer to that," she said. "Am I having fun? Hell yes. He's fucking hot, after all."
Those words stung, but at the same time they were a turn on. I figured it was that strange dichotomy of the forbidden and the arousing that was the central part of this whole fetish in the first place. That didn't make it any less difficult to hear her say things like that though, even if it did make my cock hard every time she said things like that.
Talk about a fucked of headspace I had to go to in order for this fantasy to be a thing.
"Do you think he's hotter than me?" I asked.
And that really was the root of all of my worries. This was a fantasy where we were playing with fire, and I was worried we were going to get burned. I was worried she was going to have so much fun with this guy that she’d decide she'd rather have him. That she'd made a mistake when she said yes to marrying me. Visions of her running off to sleep with him, going to bed with him every night under this roof instead of with me, terrified me. And at the same time it turned me on.
Like I said, talk about fucked up.
To my great relief Brandi laughed. "Hotter than you? Baby, you're the man I'm going to marry. No guy’s ever going to be hotter than you."
"Really?"
"If we're going to do this seriously then you're going to have to get over these self-esteem issues," she said. "He's a man I want to fuck, but there are lots of guys out there I want to fuck."
My cock stood to attention at that, but there was a jealous voice in the back of my head that was a little upset at the same time.
"Don't look at me like that," she said. "You can look at me and honestly say there aren’t women you see walking around campus that you want to fuck? We live in a land of yoga pants and short shorts, hard bodies walking up and down campus all day long. There are girls way hotter than me that you see ever
y day, and you never once think "Gee! I’d really like to put my dick inside that?"
I thought about that. Really thought about it. And I guess she did have a point. A damn good point. I walked through campus and saw plenty of hot chicks that I would've loved to bang if I wasn't with Brandi. Hell, I saw plenty of girls I wouldn't mind getting with if Brandi were to offer me an arrangement similar to what she was enjoying with me, not that my fantasy particularly extended to me getting the same privileges she did. Quite the opposite, actually.
"I guess you have a point," I said.
Brandi leaned in and kissed me. "Of course I have a point. Anthony is a guy I wouldn't mind fucking, but you’re the man I love. You're the man I'm going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Don't forget that."
"I won't," I said. Then another thought occurred to me. "So what exactly happened when you were straddling him? I couldn't see."
Brandi smiled and a far-off look came to her eyes as though she was thinking about that moment. Hell, that moment had been running on repeat in my head, only replaced when she started jerking me off at the same time she was jerking off Anthony.
"What do you think happened?"
"It sure as hell looked like he was putting his dick inside you. You seemed surprised," I said.
Brandi climbed on top of me and started grinding against my hard cock. She reached down and pulled my shorts and boxers down with a quick flick.
"So you think I was straddling him like this, that he pulled his cock out like I just did with you, and then what did he do?"
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. "Well it sure as hell looked like he pulled your panties aside and tried to slip his cock in you."
"You mean like this?"
And then my head of my cock was pressing against her. It was sliding between her pussy lips. She was so hot, so slick, so wet. All it would take was one thrust and I'd be inside her, but I held off. It was a Herculean effort, but I held off.