I think I was a little taken aback by just how clear it was that she felt strongly about him. "Do you think you might fall for him?" I asked her.
"I... I don't know..." she said, her expression faltering a little, a little trepidation creeping in. "I think I could."
It surprised me how relaxed I was about it. I kissed her mouth, and down her neck, over her chest. Remembering how she'd been in that bar, sucking on a guy's cock in public. I slipped the strap of her bra off her shoulder, then the other, kissing my way over her chest, freeing her small but delectable breasts, taking her stiff little nipples into my mouth.
"Do you want me to stop seeing him?" she asked me, stroking my head with a hand as I resumed kissing her mouth, sucking on her soft, sweet lips.
I was impressed at her offer, at her commitment to me, that she would be willing to give up what she might have with Don.
"Of course not," I said. "I like that you feel strongly about him. That you might be falling for him."
She smiled, and kissed me affectionately.
"He's good for you," I said.
"You're good for me."
"Not like that. That's... it's wonderful, what you have with Don."
For a long while, it seemed, we were just kissing, touching. Sucking on each other's lips, our hands running over each other's bodies. She lost her bra, I lost my t-shirt, but that was about it. It felt as though I was working through her having feelings for another man. Resigning myself to it. Celebrating it.
Heidi, it seemed, was nervous about whether I still wanted her.
I held her. I slid my hands all over her smooth skin. I tangled my lips with hers. I showed her well enough that I wanted her, that what she had with Don only made me want her more.
We murmured this and that to each other as we kissed and touched, and I was teasing her as much as she was teasing me, because I knew she hadn't come yet.
"You enjoyed sucking his cock?"
"Uh-huh."
"You like his cock?"
"Definitely. It's... nice... and so big."
"You think about maybe taking that between your legs? Inside..."
"Can't stop."
She climbed onto me, riding me but without taking off her panties, without having me inside her. Just rubbing herself against me, enjoying how hard she was making me.
"I've been going crazy because you won't let me come," she said.
"Then you'd better get Don into bed quickly," I replied. "Because he's the next man to make you come."
"And if I'm very good to you?" she said with a mischievous smirk, moving down and off me now, spreading her hands over my hardness, stroking it through my boxer shorts.
"A rule's a rule," I insisted.
She ducked down and teased the tip of my cock with her mouth through the thin cotton of my boxer shorts. I reached down and was able to stroke her hair once, twice, before she edged away, peeling my boxer shorts down over my thighs to reveal my stiff cock.
She looked up at me as she licked my full length, and I said, "You can't change my mind."
"Fine," she said, sucking my tip into her mouth briefly, once, twice. "But you know what you're doing... it means every time I'm in Don's presence..."
"Yes?"
"Well, let's just say I'm soon in need of a change of underwear."
I laughed at that. Heidi sank down on my hardness, her long hair trailing around her face, almost hiding her as she sucked on me, until she brushed it back behind her ear.
"Why did Don want to take pictures of you sucking on his cock on your phone?" I asked her as she bobbed down on my shaft.
She withdrew with a smacking of her lips and said somewhat breathlessly, "He told me he wants me to accidentally show you some time," she grinned.
"Accidentally?"
"You know, when we're together, I'd be casually messing with my phone and they'd accidentally come up on screen."
I was intrigued, and even leaned over to the bedside table to pick up her little black bag, and retrieve her phone from it.
"Why would he want me to accidentally catch sight of you going down on him?" I handed her the phone, and she dutifully tapped in the security code before handing it back.
She smiled, shrugged. "I think he's not entirely happy I'm seeing someone else as well as him."
"He's trying to mess with me?"
I touched the photo app on Heidi's phone, and up popped an image showing her lips locked around a large, stiff cock. Don's. Despite having seen her sucking on him, it made me catch my breath to see it so close up now, in such detail. The joy on her face, the strange obscenity of someone else's massive cock stretching her lips, sinking into my Heidi's mouth.
"You don't have to look," she said.
"It's... kinda hot," I smiled. "So he didn't object to you being poly... because he wanted to go out with you... but now he gets to date you... he wants to get rid of me, that it?"
She shrugged again, but nodded.
I laughed, "He obviously doesn't understand where I'm coming from if he thinks pictures of you and him getting intimate are going to put me off."
Yet underneath, I was mildly impressed at Don. He wasn't like me, not at all. He wasn't going to live with Heidi seeing other people for long. But the way he seemed to want to possess her... well, that seemed more like what Heidi wanted in a man than someone who was going to sit back and accept her seeing two masters.
I enjoyed looking at the pictures of Heidi sucking on him a while longer, as she knelt between my thighs and sucked on me. I had the advantage over him for now: I could fuck her already and she seemingly was willing to obey me without question.
"Come here," I said, dropping the phone onto the bedside table, urging her back up my body. "Take the rest of it off."
She stood over me, lifting one leg and then the other to peel off her pantyhose, and then slipped off her panties. I picked them up from beside me, held them up to my face. They were drenched.
"See? I told you," she said. "That's what I'm like all day now, if Don's around."
"Down," I ordered her, and she quickly complied, dropping down over me, taking a hold of my cock, slipping the tip inside her hot, wet pussy.
"Oh..." she moaned as she sank down on me, taking my full length inside her. She lay over me, pressing her breasts to my chest, her lips to mine.
"You know you might make me come any moment," she said, slowly stirring her hips to move my hardness inside her.
"And if you do, I'll refuse you permission to go out with Don on a date," I said.
She pouted. "That's so unfair."
But she kissed me all the same, sucking on my lips passionately.
We didn't so much fuck as hold each other, my hard cock sunk deep inside her, stirring a little, but not really thrusting. I just wanted to feel her like that, knowing that I could and Don could not, not yet.
She sat up, and tried to ride me, but as soon as I felt her building up to something, I held her, stopped her. I owned her, still, even if there was the possibility of ownership passing to another man. I held her. I touched her. I indulged in her naked body, appreciating her smooth skin, her soft hair, her hard nipples, her soaking wet pussy.
I was taking my fill, but not letting her have hers.
She turned around to lay on me and suck my cock, and I could press my face to her pussy, and taste her as I wanted. But I kept close control on her, making sure she never quite reached boiling point.
I entered her again, as she lay on her back on my chest, and I could sweep my hands all over her body to luxuriate in her curves — but my cock remained still inside her. I did not give her release.
I came toward my end, but she hovered in one place, without reaching hers.
By the end, she was begging me, "Please... please let me..."
But I shook my head. I had her kneel between my legs, take my hardness back in her mouth, and this time I came and she swallowed.
"You'll see Don soon," I insisted. "You'll go out with him. Then
afterwards, you'll take him home and you'll sleep with him. That's when you can come."
She did as I told her, she was a good girl. But the next day she texted me three times to tell me Don kept looking at her across the orchestra during their concert, and that she'd had to change her underwear at the interval for fear that others around her would be able to tell that she was so soaking wet for him.
Once the afternoon concert was over, Don was due to take her out once again. This time I was certain that my motivational push would drive her into bed with him.
Chapter Sixteen
Bella and I were in a restaurant together that evening, monitoring the situation, but this time neither Heidi nor Don knew that we were there. We weren't so much stalking them, watching their every move. We were just checking in on their progress every now and then.
We even talked about other things than Heidi and Don while we had our own meal and several nice glasses of wine. Bella was in her third year at university as it turned out. I mentally worked out that it might mean she was as young as 21, though she seemed a little more mature than that. She was engaged in a biochemistry degree, and even had good prospects for achieving a high grade.
But our conversation did come back time and time again to the whole sharing thing.
"And you don't think you're a little... you know... bi-curious?" she asked at one point.
"I don't think so." I sipped my wine, having to think about some of her more probing questions. I said, "I guess society expects a guy like me to freak out that another man's been with my woman. That there's any kind of hint that she's been with someone else: lingering cologne, a little remaining sweat, and so on. But it doesn't bother me. I kind of like that there's evidence that she's been with someone else. That doesn't make me bisexual."
"No?"
"I have no interest in sleeping with a guy. Doing anything with him. My focus is completely on Heidi. I just find it erotic that there's a guy with her, showing her a good time."
It was cathartic talking to her, I was surprised just what a good time I had with her. She was impressed at me, I guess. Impressed at the fact that I wanted Heidi, and that I also wanted her to have other men. I think that I liked that I impressed her. What that meant about how I felt about her, as a result, I wasn't sure.
"You think you'd ever want to marry her?"
"No, I don't think so. I don't think it would work out."
"But you'd be okay if she wanted to marry someone else?"
"Of course."
"Even if it meant you couldn't see her any more?"
"If she was truly happy with him, I'd be happy for her."
"But you'd feel bad about losing her."
"Of course I would."
"So why do you put yourself through the whole possibility of giving her up to someone like Don?"
I wasn't always able to give her a simple answer, of course.
Across the restaurant, Heidi and Don seemed to be getting on like a house on fire, laughing at each other's jokes, engaged in each other's conversation, totally absorbed in each other's eyes. They looked good fresh from their concert — Heidi in a sexy little black dress, Don looking dapper in a tuxedo. I was fully aware I was using Bella's company as a way to distract myself from worrying about how well Don was doing in seducing Heidi.
"Do you think you'd ever want someone other than Heidi?"
"Of course."
"You'd want to get married to someone other than Heidi?"
"Uh-huh," I said. "I think I want to get married some day."
"What would your wife be like?"
"How should I know?"
"I mean, would you want her to... you know... see other guys."
"I think so. I mean, I don't think I'm going to change. I'm assuming five, ten years ahead I'll still find it interesting to have a strong connection with someone, but also encourage her to see other guys as well."
When Don and Heidi left the restaurant, so did we. When they took a walk together, arm-in-arm, along the South bank of the Thames, we went too, walking at a distance. We didn't need to be there. We just wanted to know what the score was. It was like watching sports: we wanted to know what was going on, we wanted to know if Don was going to take Heidi somewhere to sleep with her.
Both Bella and I seemed to want to see our little project taken to its full conclusion, and that meant my Heidi sleeping with her Don.
After a drink in the Swan by Shakespeare's Globe, it was getting late, and we carefully followed the new lovers out until they got themselves a taxi.
"There it is," Bella said, stopping me as I tried to grab another taxi to follow them.
"Don't you want to — "
She shook her head. "Let them go. I think we can assume we've won. It's going to happen."
"I suppose so."
"You okay?" she asked me.
I nodded. She smiled, and stepped up to me. She surprised me by putting her hand on my crotch, finding almost immediately that I was somewhat stiff.
"You are okay," she smiled, a little apologetically for her uncouth behavior.
Then my phone buzzed with a text message, from Heidi no less.
>Is it okay if we go to your place? My roommates are in tonight, and Don has his brother staying at his place.
I showed Bella the message. She hailed a taxi. So much for letting them go.
I waited until we were a good way toward my apartment in the taxi before responding to Heidi. I was assuming she wasn't just going to go over there and wait there for me to reply. I told her she was welcome to make use of my apartment, and that I hoped the two of them had a good time.
Bella and I arrived at my place well before Heidi and Don. I felt a little guilty about being there, but the curiosity, the strong desire to know exactly what happened between Heidi and Don, kept me on track, showing Bella in, showing her the space behind the curtains in my bedroom, which was so ideal for hiding out — even when it was two people hiding out.
If tonight had been like watching sports, then right now we wanted to watch this particular match live. We wanted to follow every little detail.
I wanted to see Heidi make love to Don. I wanted to see her fall for Don. Perhaps it was simply about redeeming myself, absolving myself for treating her so badly in our own long-term relationship. Perhaps it was just a turn-on to know that a woman I cared deeply about was going to have a wonderful experience with this man.
*
"Shh!!"
I was standing there behind the curtains and Bella was crouching beneath me, trying to find a comfortable, stable place from which she could watch, but she kept shaking the curtains and giggling.
We heard the codes being entered into the electronic keypad outside my front door.
Bella, thankfully, managed to quieten down and be still.
We could see all the way out of the bedroom to the front door, where Heidi now entered, followed by Don. She was wearing her little black dress, Don his tuxedo, looking good more for each other than the concert that had taken up much of their day. Heidi dropped her little handbag on the table inside the front door, and now Don pulled her to him.
Heidi's dress didn't remain on long. Don pushed her against the wall beside the front door, claiming her lips with his own, wrenching the dress from her body without concern for its welfare. Heidi certainly wasn't stopping him.
Now she stood there in black high-heeled shoes, black lace-topped stockings, garters, a black lace thong and matching bra. She looked stunning. I'd never seen her in such towering high heels. She was also wearing something black around her neck — a collar, if I was correct. Again, something I'd never seen her wear before. I'll bet she wasn't wearing it at the concert.
I saw Don reach for Heidi's handbag, and as he had on their previous date, he now pulled out her phone. There in the hallway, he had her pose for a picture in her lingerie, acting the catalog model in her black lace, her stockings, her garters, her high heels.
They were laughing together about somet
hing. Heidi was telling him, "No, don't!"
But whatever it was she didn't want him to do — I got the feeling he'd done it anyway.
Heidi snatched the phone from his grasp, and now fiddled with it herself. I wondered if she was deleting the pictures he'd taken. I guess it was always a risk these days that something like that would end up spreading all over the Internet.
Don took the phone back from her and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. He turned her around, kissing her shoulder as he ran his hands all over her body, exploring her curves, her waist, her behind, his hands sweeping around to cover her breasts and slip them out of her bra. God, they were good together. They had stunning natural chemistry. The jealousy burned inside me, though the arousal was stronger.
My hardness was throbbing in my pants, and it took me a while to notice that Bella was leaning back against me, pressing her head against my erect cock. Even if I wanted to I could hardly object to that. I couldn't really move if I wanted to avoid being caught.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Bella actually reached inside my pocket to hand it to me, since she was right down there. She signaled that perhaps I should turn it off — and she was right, even on silent the sound of the vibrate function might give us away. I took it from her, but before I could turn it off, I saw the text message that Heidi had sent when fiddling with her phone moments before:
>Sorry, I didn't mean to send that.
I was intrigued. Tapping in the security code, I accessed my text messaging app and saw that before she'd sent that particular apology, she'd also sent me a photo — or Don had sent me a photo using her phone — of her standing in my hallway wearing sexy black lace lingerie.
It made my pulse quicken, my cock tingle and throb, to see her in that picture. I showed Bella, and she covered her mouth with a hand to stifle laughter. It did actually turn me on that Don wanted to accidentally show me that he was with my woman, that she was going to sleep with him.
Now I looked over, and Don appeared to be holding something black in his hands as he held Heidi. It took me a while to work out what it was. When he encircled Heidi in his arms, and now wrapped it around her wrists, I saw that it was some kind of rope. Heidi let him bind her wrists. She didn't object to him forcing her down on her knees. She loved his control. Her eyes were filled with desire for him.
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