by Lexi Archer
It wasn’t exactly the kind of place where girls got together to talk about buying sexy underwear, is the point. However much more fun it might be to work there if it was that sort of place.
Her conversation about lingerie coupled with the very recent photographic evidence I had from James that Stacy had just bought something new to show off made me wonder if I wasn’t getting to double dip into that particular bit of good fortune. I get to see Stacy wearing the stuff in a picture James shared at the break table and then later in the day a conversation Stacy had with my fiancée prompted Britney to go pick up some sexy underwear of her own on her way home.
I was reaping the benefits either way. Can you say jackpot?
Of course it was also probably a terrible idea to let Britney know that I knew where she’d gotten this idea. If I even breathed Stacy’s name then that would lead naturally to Britney wondering how the hell I knew Stacy had just gotten a new set of lingerie for herself. No matter how I framed my answer to that question I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out good for me.
Either I got my insider knowledge of Stacy’s underwear status because I was cheating on Britney and seeing the lingerie directly or I got it through some other means. Like a bunch of guys sitting around a table in the break room sharing pictures of their girlfriends. If it was the former, cheating, then she’d likely dump me on the spot. If she found out about the latter, which I was sure she wouldn’t appreciate, then it just meant the breakup would be prolonged until after I’d had a chance to explain the situation to her and why I was mostly innocent.
Something told me she wouldn’t exactly see my innocence in the same light that I did.
“You seem really distracted tonight, and not by what you should be getting distracted by,” Britney said. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
I blinked. I pulled myself back into reality. Reality where there was a gorgeous woman standing right in front of me wearing practically nothing. What the hell was I doing thinking about my friends at a time like that? I needed to get in the game. I needed to start paying attention to what was really important here, the hot chick in red lace lingerie!
“Sorry Britney,” I said. “It was just a long day at work. Lots of assholes screaming at me. But this is just what I needed to take the edge off.”
Britney grinned then opened her arms to me. “I was hoping you’d to have that sort of reaction.”
I growled and lunged through the hallway towards her. She shrieked and disappeared into the bedroom, but that wasn’t going to be enough to save her. Oh no. I’d caught her scent, and I was going to hunt her down in there.
When I made it into the bedroom I saw she wasn’t going to make it very difficult anyways. Occasionally she did, she was into that sometimes, but today it seemed she was just as worked up as I was feeling. I paused for a moment and drank in the sight of her in that red lace number. She really was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And yet as I was looking at her in that lingerie I couldn’t help but think of Stacy leaning back on James’ bed. Looking up at the camera with her own sexy look. A sexy look that made my cock twitch precisely because it was so naughty that she was letting him take that picture in the first place. So naughty that she was sharing that sexy look with other men. That she was letting him take the picture with the full knowledge he’d be showing it to other guys at work. I wondered if she knew who he was showing it to. If she looked at me and knew I’d seen her like that.
And that naturally led to thoughts of the same thing happening with Britney. I thought of taking a picture of her as she reclined on the bed. In that red lingerie it’d be sure to drive the guys absolutely wild. It would be the only thing they could talk about. It would have their cocks rock hard.
I advanced on the bed and in my mind I was Chris advancing on the bed towards my beautiful fiancée. I don’t know why he was the one who kept popping into my head when it came to imagining another guy with Britney when it was James and his girlfriend who put this idea in my head in the first place. Maybe it was precisely because Britney didn’t care for his habits of seduction that made it such a turn on thinking of her giving into him.
Whatever it was there was no denying I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my mind as I advanced on Britney. As I crawled onto the sheets on all fours. As I moved over her, felt the warmth of her body just inches from mine. Saw her tits pressing up as she took in deep gasps of air.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers and she responded immediately. Her mouth opened to mine and her tongue darted out along my lips, along my teeth. Only I didn’t open my mouth to her just yet. I waited, savored the moment, allowed her to press up against me as she whined ever so quietly. I enjoyed teasing her and I knew from long experience that she loved being teased. She loved being denied, being brought to the very edge and then left hanging.
I could feel how turned on she was, feel the warmth of her body, feel her gasps under me, feel the frustrated and yet oh so turned on gasps she let out as her hands ran up and down my back encouraging me to kiss her already.
Finally after what I deemed to be an appropriate interval I opened my mouth to her and pressed my body against hers, enjoyed the feeling of that red lace bra and thong pressing against my body interspersed with her hot and oh so smooth skin. My cock pressed against her pussy down below, down where that thin strap of red lace was barely covering her.
I lost myself in the intoxicating feeling that was my fiancée. I reveled in the smell of her, the feel of her, the tickle of her blonde hair as she moved her head back and forth and brushed against me, the feel of her tits swelling up every and pressing against me every time she took a deep breath, the wetness gathering at the tip of my cock due to a combination of precum leaking out of my cockhead coupled with her arousal. Coupled with the wetness between her legs.
The sight, the smell, the feeling of my gorgeous fiancée was enough to get me ridiculously turned on any day of the week, but I was ashamed to admit that there was also something else fueling my desire in this particular make out session. Something that was turning me on in a major way. It was the same thing that had turned me on in on the drive home, in the shower, the same thing that had been turning me on since we started sharing those pictures back at work. Since James admitted that Stacy went along with having her picture taken.
It was the thought of how much those other guys wanted Britney. How much they needed to be with her. How they tried to get risqué pictures of her out of me on an almost daily basis. It was the thought of another guy lying on top of her like this, not believing what was happening. Probably thinking he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world because this gorgeous engaged hottie had decided to get with him despite the fact that she was engaged.
Once again the person who popped into my head was Chris. I knew exactly why he kept popping in there, and it was for the same reason why I knew Britney would never go along with the idea of having a little fun with him.
That thought made me pull back. Made Britney look up at me and raise a confused eyebrow. That was definitely odd. Thinking about her agreeing to get with him? I know I was thinking this quite a lot today, but where the hell had that thought come from? Like I’d even consider asking her if she’d be interested in getting with another guy! Let alone Chris. And yet as I thought about asking her, as I thought about her going along with it, I couldn’t deny the way it was making my cock throb.
I could see the confusion on her face and so to forestall any more embarrassing questions I leaned down and started kissing her again. Moved my hand up to cup one of her gorgeous tits through her bra, then lifted her bra up and I was exploring the soft pliable flash of her tits with her gorgeous nipples that came to incredible points.
I pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to run my tongue around her nipple, and as I did so I thought of Chris running his tongue around her nipple. Thought of watching him sucking on her tits, tits that had been just for me ever since we started dating.
Breasts that were absolutely and in every way forbidden to him, and yet the thought of him lying on top of my girlfriend devouring her breasts was driving me wild.
I was crazy. I was a man possessed. I reached around her and almost ripped the snap apart on her bra. I ripped her bra aside and tossed it to the other side of the room. Then I was down between her legs pulling her panties down.
Her pussy came into view and I couldn’t wait to be on top of her. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock inside her. I didn’t even bother taking my boxers off all the way. That was the kind of hurry I was in as I looked down at my gorgeous fiancée. I just pulled them down enough that I could get in between her legs, enough that my cock was free to press against her pussy.
I grinned and let out a contented sigh as the head of my cock made contact with her pussy and I was sinking inside her incredible body. I was filling her tight wet opening with my manhood.
Britney was so turned on that it only took a moment for me to slide inside her. I was no slouch in the cock department and usually it took a little bit of work to get deep inside her like this, but she was so worked up that it was like sliding into a warm sheath. I felt her wetness surrounding me, felt her warmth surrounding me, and then I was buried deep inside her. Buried to the hilt. Filling her completely. I pulled out and thrust in again causing her tits to jiggle underneath me. Causing her entire body to shudder. I looked down at her and she was staring up at me, her own eyes wide.
“Holy shit Kyle! What got into you?”
I started thrusting inside her in short, intense, and incredibly amazing bursts. I was already so close to the edge that I wanted to enjoy this. I didn’t say anything, I just concentrated on fucking Britney. My world was my woman.
Britney seemed to sense I was close because she started moving her ass up to meet my thrusts. She threw her arms around me, threw her legs around me and pulled me against her. She moaned every time I bottomed out inside her. Her tits bounced every time I slammed home inside that incredible pussy. She bit her lip and her body started to shudder in what I recognized as a clear indication she was just as close to the edge as I was. I loved it when she looked like that.
The room was filled with a symphony of gasps, grunts, moans, and the sound of our bodies slapping together. And despite this being an intimate moment between me and my fiancée, there was another man in the room with us. No, there were two other men in the room with us. In my head. James and his pictures of Stacy were running through my head as I fucked Britney. Thoughts of Stacy lying back on their bed in lingerie in much the same way Britney had been lying back in the bed in her own lingerie ran through my head. The casual way James had mentioned that Stacy enjoyed having her picture taken, enjoyed being showed off, was running on repeat.
But more than James, more than Stacy, I was thinking of Chris. I was thinking of the way he was always trying to get at Britney. He’d obviously failed getting her by hitting on her, and so now he was trying to get to her through me. I thought about how much he must want her. Thought about him coming over to the house and putting the moves on her. Thought of them going back to the bedroom even though she knew it was so wrong. Thought of him climbing on top of her. Thought about how incredibly turned on he’d be if he got a chance to be with her in the way I was with her right now.
Only there wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. I was surprised that the thought disappointed me more than it relieved me, but those thoughts had also done their work. As I thrust inside Britney one final time and let out a groan as she started shaking underneath me in a real way I imagined I was Chris on top of her, I was Chris burying himself deep inside her, Chris emptying his balls inside her while I watched.
“Holy shit!” I screamed.
Britney was screaming. She might have been saying something, but it was hard to tell. It was just one long series of screams and moans that ran together. Words strung together and shouted in a combination that was impossible to understand and yet they were perfectly clear at the same time.
Then I was finished. I was rolling off to the side and trying to catch my breath. I looked over to Britney who was still breathing heavily herself from her incredible orgasm. I reached out and took her hand, smiled at her.
“That was intense!” Britney said.
“You’re telling me!” I said. “You’ll have to thank Stacy for giving you the idea about the lingerie!”
I could immediately tell that something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. Only I didn’t know exactly what it was. All I knew was that Britney immediately stopped smiling at me. She started looking at me with an intense concentration. The sort of intense concentration that only came when she knew I’d been up to no good.
Then what I’d just sad, what I’d just let slip, hit me and my eyes widened in terror. That was the wrong reaction though, because Britney only took that for a confirmation that I was up to no good.
“I didn’t tell you about Stacy,” she said in a terrifyingly quiet voice.
My mouth opened and closed a couple of times. I tried to think of something to say. Tried to think of something that would be a plausible lie to get me out of this. To get me out of admitting how I knew about the lingerie. Only every crazy thought I came up with sounded even more ridiculous than the last. Every idea that popped into my head was just as likely to cause trouble as it was to defuse of the situation.
“Kyle?” Britney said. “How did you know about Stacy? How did you know about her lingerie?”
4: Confessions
“It isn’t what you think,” I said.
Britney pulled herself up on one elbow. A move that was incredibly distracting because she still wasn’t wearing any clothes. She was still lying next to me completely naked with her gravity defying tits demanding attention by their very existence. I couldn’t help but stare, though when my eyes moved back up to her eyes I realized that was obviously the absolute last thing I should have done in the moment. No, what I needed to do was explain myself. And fast.
“That depends,” Britney said. “What exactly am I thinking right now?”
“You’re probably wondering if I’m cheating on you right about now,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed. She was starting to look really pissed off. That wasn’t a good look. I was in deep shit.
“I’m starting to do more than wonder now that you came out with that,” she said.
“That’s not what it is!”
An eyebrow rose. “Okay then, what is it?”
I was at a loss for words again. I was back to the same dilemma I’d faced earlier. How did I admit to this? If I admitted to what we’d actually been doing, if I admitted to the little game we played around the break room table, she’d probably be just as pissed off. Hell, she’d probably think I’d shared pictures of her!
“Every moment you stay quiet is just making me think the worst,” Whitney said.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh. I opened my eyes and looked deep into hers.
“Fine, the truth?”
“You bet your ass you’re telling me the truth!” Britney said.
“I know Stacy just bought some new lingerie because I saw a picture of it,” I said. “A sext, I guess.”
That single raised eyebrow went even higher. “You know you’re really not helping your case right now.”
I held up a hand. “No! It’s not like that! James showed me the picture. It was on his phone, not mine. You can even check mine. There’s nothing on there!”
I expected her to be pissed off. I expected another blowup now that I’d admitted the truth. What I wasn’t expecting was for her to get a curious look on her face. I definitely wasn’t expecting her to tap her lips in a way that meant she was intrigued by something.
“Really? She sent him a picture of her in that lingerie?”
“Well I think she let him take it, but…”
I trailed off at a flat glance from Britney. Where the hell was this going? I was smart enough to
know that I was walking through a minefield, and I planned on carefully stepping through that minefield as slowly as possible to make sure nothing blew up in my face. At least that nothing blew up in my face too much.
“That slut!” Britney said with a laugh. She threw her head back against the pillow and then she was cackling. I blinked. This definitely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. It wasn’t her breaking our engagement either though, so I figured I could take this as a win for the moment.
Britney managed to gain some control. She turned to face me again. “And what were you doing looking at pictures of Stacy practically naked on James’ phone?”
I looked down again. Here was the next part that was likely to piss her off. She wasn’t mad so far. She hadn’t broken up with me so far. Only we weren’t at the end of the story. She didn’t know everything yet.
“He showed me in the break room,” I said.
“Oh really?”
“He said Stacy knew about it! He said she was into it,” I said. I got that flat stare from Britney again and I realized how weak, how unlikely that sounded even as the words passed my lips.
“Well it’s easy enough to figure out if he’s lying about that!” Britney said.
Before I could stop her she’d reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone. Her thumbs flew like crazy. My eyes widened in horror as I realized exactly what she was doing. Shit! She was texting Stacy and letting her know James had been sharing her pictures. If she really was into it then I’m sure that text would excite her. That text would get her off. But if she wasn’t into it, if he really had been sharing those texts without letting her know about it, well it looked like I was about to start World War III over at his house.
“Britney…”
The look she shot me was enough to cut off any more protest. The look she shot me clearly communicated that she’d already jumped to the same logical conclusions I had, and she was falling squarely on making sure Stacy knew what her boyfriend was up to on the off chance he was fibbing about her being in on it. I threw my head back against my pillow, utterly defeated.