by Lexi Archer
"Something like that," I said. "So did he?"
"I don't know," Brandi said. "Did you want it to happen that way?" Because it sure didn't seem that way from the way you interrupted us."
I thought about that for a moment, the head of my cock moving up and down just inside her pussy lips. I'd only felt this a couple of times and yet it was so amazing. And the feeling of her pussy wrapped around the head of my cock was made all the more incredible because there was a distinct possibility that just an hour ago another man had his cock in there.
"I was afraid," I said.
"Are you still afraid after our little talk?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No. I'm not."
"So the next time he has his cockhead splitting your fiancée's pussy you wouldn't mind if I went ahead and slid down like this?"
And she punctuated her words by doing just that. I gripped my sheets as her pussy slid down the length of my cock, her warmth enveloping me. Brandi paused about halfway down and looked at me, an eyebrow arched and a curious look on her face.
"Well?"
"God no I wouldn't mind! I want to see him fuck you!"
"Good to hear," Brandi said with a smile. “Because he had the tip of his cock right up against me, ready to go, but he wasn’t inside me, not this time.”
And with those words she slid down the rest of the way. I know she’d just jerked me off a few minutes ago, but I was so turned on from our talk, my cock was so rock hard, that I couldn't help myself. Her dirty talk was so amazing, and with a quiet whimper I thrust up once and then I was exploding inside her. She smiled and leaned down to kiss me, a slow sensual kiss as our bodies came together. And the entire time I was thinking back to that moment, thinking back to the opportunity I'd ruined because of my insecurities. It had almost happened and I stopped it.
When I was spent I fell back against the bed and Brandi rolled over beside me.
"I can't believe I screwed up that opportunity," I said.
"You didn't screw it up," Brandi said. "You just delayed it a little."
I thought about Anthony, thought about everything we'd been doing, and thought about a quiet source of lingering guilt that had been bothering me this entire time. A source of lingering guilt that was completely different from worries I had about Brandi stepping out on me and deciding she liked another man better than me.
"I think we should tell him everything," I said.
Brandi looked at me and shrugged. "That's fair enough. When do you want to tell him?"
I thought about that. It really was a loaded question. "When do you want to tell him?" really was asking when did I want her to go through with this? And I knew that answer. After everything I'd seen today, after everything Brandi had done, I wanted to finish this.
"How about tomorrow?" I asked.
Brandi smiled and leaned in to kiss me one more time. "That sounds great to me."
Brandi pulled off of me and I put my arm around her. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of my future wife pressed against me on what was likely the final night before she finally fulfilled my fantasy. Before she fucked another man.
16: Confession
Brandi and I got up early the next morning and position ourselves on the couch out in the living room. We wanted to make sure we were waiting when Anthony got up. He'd been hitting the books pretty hard lately, the man certainly believed in studying, and I had no idea how late he was up the night before since I was preoccupied with my own things.
As we sat on that couch I was keenly aware that this was the spot where it had all happened the night before. Where I'd seen my fiancée jerking off another man, holding another man's cock in her hand, and those thoughts were enough to make my own cock stir and grow hard. Something Brandi noticed from the way she glanced down and then smiled at me.
Finally after what felt like an eternity Anthony emerged. Here wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of boxer shorts. Apparently he wasn't expecting us to be out in the living room, though that didn't stop him from leaning against the wall and giving Brandi a good once over. I had no doubt he was thinking about everything that had happened the night before. About how close he’d been to getting his cock inside her. About how wonderful her hand felt against his cock as she gave him that clandestine hand job.
There was also a troubled look on his face as he looked between the two of us. I wondered what the heck was going on in between his ears.
"Morning guys," Anthony said.
"Good morning yourself stud," Brandi said.
If anything that seemed to confuse Anthony even more. He looked panicked, but he quickly got control of his expression. Still, he glanced at Brandi as though he wasn't quite sure what to think. I could imagine what was going through his head. She had a way of speaking her mind, of just calling things out, that could be unsettling at times. Hell, I was engaged to her and I still wasn't quite used to it. I'd learned to roll with it, but Anthony was obviously new to it.
The look on his face clearly said "why the hell is she saying that?" I recognized that look because it had been on my face hundreds of times since we started dating.
"So there's something we need to talk about Anthony," I said.
And that look of panic was back on his face again. He looked at Brandi then at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Brandi saying what she said. Me saying what I just said. The expression on his face bore a more than striking resemblance to what I imagined a man might look like if he was in the middle of banging another man's wife and that other man walked into the room casually holding a shotgun.
Only I wasn't holding a shotgun, and I was far from pissed about what he’d done with my fiancée.
Anthony sighed. And then he surprised me.
"I don't know what she's been telling you, but I'm going to come clean. I've been hitting on your girl these past couple of weeks, but she's definitely been hitting on me too. Hell, there were a couple of times when she initiated instead of me. I thought I was getting the green light, and I betrayed your trust. I know we haven't known each other for long, but it's been eating at me. I feel terrible and I understand if you want to kick me out of the house."
I blinked at that sudden deluge of words. That was… Unexpected. Of course at the same time it was also nice to know he could at least be sort of honest. I was well aware that he hadn't bothered to tell me about any of this before he thought I already knew about it, but that gave me another idea. I thought back to the first day we met and talked about the roommate arrangement. And the joke he'd pull on me that day. I decided to get a little bit of revenge.
I jumped up. I turned and pointed a finger towards Brandi. "What the fuck? You were hitting on him?"
Then I rounded on Anthony with murder in my eyes. At least I hoped that I had an expression on my face that looked sort of like what I imagined "murder in your eyes" looked like. To be honest I was a pretty easygoing guy, hard to get excited about anything, and I was having a very hard time doing anything but giggling as I saw the expression on his face go from surprise to terror.
"That's it! The engagement is fucking off!" I screamed. Then I turned my finger to Anthony. "And as for you, well I think my double-barreled home security system will take care of you!"
Brandi seemed to pick up on what I was doing. I turned to her and it looked like she was having trouble not giggling as well. But she managed to go wide-eyed, or at least she pulled off a fair approximation of wide-eyed terror.
"No honey! Not the shotgun!"
What the fuck!" Anthony screamed.
He was scrambling away and looking at me as though he was trying to decide whether he wanted to run for the front door, run for his room, or try to stay right where he was where he could potentially keep me from running through him and back to my room.
My face broke into a grin as he stared in terror, in a moment of indecision, and he blinked. I doubled over laughing.
"I'm just fucking with you man!"
I looked at Anthony who was star
ing at me in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"I just thought I'd give you a little taste of your own medicine. Give you a little bit of what I got at our first meeting?"
Anthony broke into a laugh. "You asshole!"
I gestured to the chair next to the couch. I wasn't quite ready for him to be sitting next to us while we had this discussion. I definitely didn't want a repeat of anything like what happened last night, not that I thought that was terribly likely.
"Sit down," I said. "We have some stuff to talk about."
Anthony sat in the chair and looked between Brandi and me. Though I did notice his gaze seemed to linger just a little longer on Brandi than it did on me. Not that I could blame him. Even just after rolling out of bed with her hair a mass Brandi was so fucking sexy. And she was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top with no bra that looked deliciously enticing. Her outfit showed off every curve of her figure while revealing nothing, and just looking at her made me want to fuck her brains out right here on the couch whether or not Anthony was watching us, and I was used to the sight of my fiancée wearing practically nothing!
If she was driving me this crazy then I could only imagine the effect she was having on Anthony as he sat there thinking about the fun he’d had with her last night.
"So what's up?" Anthony asked. "I take it you know about everything that's been happening?"
I took a deep breath. It was confession time. Oddly enough now that I was confessing to my roommate it felt almost as intense as confessing everything to my future wife. Funny how that worked.
"I've actually known about everything since the beginning," I said. I was carefully studying Anthony's face looking to see how he was going to react to that news. Surprise was the best word I could think of to describe his expression. Like he was completely floored.
"You knew this whole time?"
I nodded and looked to Brandi who was grinning. Obviously she was getting one hell of a kick out of his discomfort. I was just glad she was getting a kick out of another guy’s discomfort and not mine for a change.
"The dancing? My room? Last night on the couch?"
"Actually I was watching all of it," I said.
"That's kind of fucked up man," Anthony said.
"I'm not disagreeing with you," I said. "The thing is, I kind of like it when I get to watch my fiancée being naughty. And lately she wants to be naughty with you, so I like watching her with you."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
I opened my mouth to say something but Brandi put a hand on my hip and stopped me. She took it up from there.
"You think I'm hot, right?" she asked.
"Well yeah…"
"You want to fuck me, right? I know how turned on you felt last night when you were trying to slide that thing inside me."
I felt my cock stirring as she said that. Sure I knew he'd had the head of his cock inside her pussy, that all it would take was him thrusting up slightly or her moving down slightly and then he would've been inside her to the hilt. Only hearing her say it again, hearing it out in the open like that with the three of us together in the living room, made of my cock rock hard all over again.
"Well yeah!"
"What he's trying to tell you is that if you want to fuck me then you get to fuck me," Brandi said. "You get to be the second guy ever to fuck me, as a matter of fact. All you have to do is say yes. No strings attached, except Craig gets to watch."
Anthony looked between the two of us, and this time his expression said he definitely thought we were completely crazy. Of course at the same time there was obviously something else written plainly on his face. I could see it as he looked Brandi up and down and licked his lips. It was obvious he was thinking he’d just been handed a golden opportunity on a silver platter. It was obvious from the way he was looking Brandi up and down that he wanted to fuck her. And that that was just contributing to the ridiculously hard situation developing in my pants.
"So what do you think Anthony?" I asked.
"It's a little weird," he said.
"Who cares about weird?" Brandi asked. "Don’t you want me?"
"Is this going to involve anything freaky?"
He looked at me for that one and I figured this was my question to answer. I had a good idea of exactly what he was asking.
"I'm just interested in watching," I said. "Brandi says you’re hot and all, and I trust her judgment since she's marrying me, but I'm really not into guys."
Anthony shook his head and smiled. "Good. Nothing wrong with that, but it's not my thing either."
"So do we have an agreement?" I asked.
"I have one condition," Anthony said.
"What's that?" Brandi asked.
"I get to take you out on a date. Just the two of us. Let things go where they're going to go, but no Craig."
I looked over at Brandi, suddenly unsure of myself. This was definitely a new wrinkle to the situation. Up until this point I'd been watching everything. I'd witnessed everything. I'd been able to interrupt if I felt like things were going too far. For a fantasy that involved a bit of submission I'd had a remarkable level of control over everything up until this point and that remarkable level of control was in a way what made everything okay.
Only now with Anthony's request I'd be relinquishing that control in a major way. I wouldn't be able to stop it if things went too far. I wouldn't even get to watch which was most of the enjoyment with this damn fantasy.
And yet at the same time I was willing to do just about anything to have this fantasy fulfilled. It was quite the conundrum. I could only hope that Brandi would realize how much this was going to annoy me and demand that I get to watch no matter what.
I turned to Brandi.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"That's your call," I said. "You want to do this now, or do you want to wait and find somebody who isn’t going to dictate terms?"
“I want to do this,” she said with a hesitant smile and a glance to Anthony.
My heart sank and I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. It’s not like she could read minds, but she’d been so good about keeping me in mind through all of this and now I was being left out in the cold. Damn it. I didn’t want my disappointment to show though.
I looked back to Anthony. "That's fine I guess.”
“But no sex on the date," Brandi said. I resisted the urge to let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she was still looking out for me just a little. Damn I loved her.
"Define no sex," he replied.
"No fucking," she said. She glanced to me. "I guess anything else wouldn't be off limits."
“That sounds fine by me,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was actually fine with it, but I also figured that was the best deal I was going to get so I’d go with it.
I looked at Brandi and she nodded. I turned back to Anthony. “Deal.”
I sighed. So we'd set up terms. We were actually going to do this. I was sending my fiancée out on a date with another man. She hadn't been out on a date with anyone but me in a couple of years now, and I’d just thrown her to the wolves. To my roommate. Whatever.
"So when are we doing this?" Anthony asked.
I shrugged. I was still annoyed at the terms but I figured if we were going to do this we should just do it. "Might as well be tonight?"
"After last night that’s fine with me," Brandi said. "And maybe if things go well you might get to see a few things when we get back anyways honey."
Anthony grinned. We talked for a few more minutes, but now that the details of their little tryst had been worked out it was obvious there wasn't much else to go over. Eventually Anthony drifted into the kitchen where he started working on his breakfast and Brandi and I moved back to the room.
I immediately wheeled on Brandi. "What's the idea? Saying that you’ll go out with him and I'm not allowed to tag along or watch? That's the whole point of this!"
"Easy there Tiger," she said. "You have a cell phone, right?"
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nbsp; "Well yeah," I replied.
"So here's how this works then," Brandi said. "He takes me to wherever it is we’re going, probably some place around campus, then I text you and let you know where we are and you come and watch whatever happens from a safe distance."
"What if you go off to some private spot where I can’t get close to you?"
Brandi shrugged. "I guess that's just a risk we're going to have to take if you’re serious about this, isn't it? You can still back out, you know."
Only something about the tone of her voice told me she didn’t want to back out of this. If I was being perfectly honest with myself I didn’t want to back out either. Now that we were in the moment I couldn’t back out.
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."
Yet I couldn't help but have a slight feeling of unease at this new arrangement. This entire time I’d been in control, like I said, and having that control suddenly yanked from my hands was unsettling. And yet at the same time it was also ridiculously arousing. My cock was rock hard, and I advanced on Brandi.
She might be going out on a date with Anthony tonight, she might do God knows what with him while they were out, but for now she was still mine. And I planned on taking full advantage of that while we had time.
17: Date With Another Man
"So how do I look?" Brandi asked.
We were over at her dorm room because of that's where most of her makeup supplies and whatnot were. It also meant I could sit and watch her getting ready without worrying about Anthony seeing the surprise. For some reason that had been important to her.
I had a feeling she wanted me to watch her get ready precisely because she knew it would drive me wild watching her and knowing that all these preparations were for another man.
She was right.
And damn did she look incredible standing there looking in her mirror. She was made up to the nines, and she had on a tank top that was barely worth the name. It was covered in some sort of glittery material and it was so thin as to be translucent. I could clearly see her slim stomach in the right light, and her dark bra underneath was also clearly visible. Anthony was in for one hell of a show when he saw her.