SHE TOOK A HOT STEAMY SHOWER WITH A MAN SHE THOUGHT WAS HER BOYFRIEND, BUT WASN’T
My boyfriend suggested that I write to you and tell you about what happened to us last month. I am twenty-two and have long brown hair, dark eyes and a pretty good body, if I do say so myself. My boyfriend Barry is twenty-six, and we have been together for three years now. Our sex life is terrific, and when we moved in together I fully intended to settle down and be faithful to Barry for the rest of my life.
Last month Steve, an old school friend of Barry’s, came to town for a business seminar, and Barry asked me if it was okay if he invited him to stay with us for the week he would be here. I had no objection at all. Steve turned out to be pleasant and personable, and for the first couple of days of his days I found myself fantasizing about him.
On the third day I was taking my morning shower when I heard the bathroom door open. This did not alarm me; Barry often came in while I was showering to brush his teeth or whatever. Occasionally, if he was feeling amorous, he would join me in the shower stall for some fun and games. On this particular morning I was feeling kind of randy myself. I had felt my nipples harden as I soaped my breasts, and I let my fingers play with them a little, feeling the heat rise in my body. I slid one hand down across my belly and lightly stroked my fingertips over my clit. I closed my eyes as the enjoyable sensations flooded my body.
I smiled to myself when I heard the frosted glass door of the shower stall opening behind me. So Barry wanted to play this morning. Well, I was more than ready for him. I felt his naked body touch me as he stepped in and closed the stall door again. “Hi there,” I said, keeping my eyes closed as I continued to stroke my clit. “Feeling frisky, are we?”
He didn’t say anything, but now I felt the hardness of his cock against my backside. I pressed my ass against it and swayed back and forth, feeling it harden still more as it rubbed against my buttocks. His arms went around me, his hands clutching my breasts and kneading them eagerly. Then one hand moved down, and I removed my own hand from my crotch so his could replace it. I moaned as I felt one of his fingers slide into my pussy while another found my pulsing clit and caressed it in little circles. I humped my crotch against his hand, my breath getting ragged. I had to steady myself against the shower wall to keep from falling as the passion overwhelmed me, and I came with a cry of joy.
My legs felt weak. I turned around to face him, my eyes still closed, raising my head for his kiss. He kissed me lightly before moving his mouth to my neck, and then bending to take a nipple between his lips and suck on it. I moaned again, reaching down to grab his hard cock. As he released my breast I lowered myself on my trembling legs until I was kneeling on the tiled floor of the shower stall. Still holding his cock, I opened my mouth and took it in. I heard the sharp intake of his breath.
I had sucked Barry’s cock many times. I knew it intimately, it’s size and shape, its taste and the way it felt in my mouth. I now realized that there was something strange about the cock I was sucking. It felt bigger, and it felt… somehow… different.
My eyes came open and the stiff pole slid from my lips as I raised my head, looking up through the falling water and clouds of steam to the face above me.
It was Steve.
For a moment I couldn’t move or speak. I was frozen with surprise. “Oh God, you’re incredible, Peg,” Steve gasped.
“Oh my God!” I blurted out. “Steve! What are you—what are we—oh Jesus!”
“This is a dream come true, Peg.”
I could only stare at him, crouching there on the tile floor with the water running down on both of us. His cock was still in front of my face, big and throbbing. I wanted more than anything to feel his cock fill my throat.
He crouched down too now, so that his face was level with mine. His cock stayed hard. “Barry and I are friends,” he said, as if that was an explanation. He reached out to touch my face, and I moaned. “And you’re so beautiful, Peg. So sexy.”
He reached out and gently drew my face to his and kissed me. I found myself giddy with lust and couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back. My mouth opened under his, and our tongues played together. As if of its own will my hand dropped to his cock, circling it. Then his hands were on my body, and we were caressing each other, kissing deeply. A minute later I was lying on the shower floor with Steve kissing me all over. I groaned and arched my hips as his mouth homed in on my crotch. When I came I cried out so loudly that I could only hope Barry was still safely sleeping in our bed, and not listening to our sounds of passion.
Steve now kissed his way up my body to my mouth. “I want to fuck you, Peg,” he moaned. “God, you’re so lovely, so exciting! I just have to fuck you!”
Though I was wondering what Barry would think about me fucking his best friend, I was overwhelmed by Steve’s passion as well as my own, and I had to admit that I did want to feel that big strange cock inside my body. So I compromised. I guess I thought Barry would feel better about things if I didn’t let Steve actually fuck my pussy. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
“Do it in my rear end,” I said breathlessly. “Take me in the ass.” I turned over and got up on my knees and elbows, resting my face against the hard tile floor. The shower was still running, the close steamy air in the stall covering our bodies with perspiration almost as fast as the pouring water could wash it away.
There was a bottle of baby oil in the shower rack, and Steve used it to lubricate my asshole. I whimpered with pleasure as I felt his slick finger slide into my anus. Then he removed it and I felt the head of his cock probing gently, pushing slowly into me. I pushed back, relaxing my sphincter as much as I could, moaning uncontrollably as he moved into me inch by inch. Barry had often fucked my ass, but Steve’s cock was bigger, and I had never felt so filled up. When he was buried completely inside me he reached around to hold on to my breasts, and we began to fuck, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Steve’s cock was sending me to heaven, and I screamed as I came, so overcome with ecstasy at that point that I could not even think about whether Barry heard me or not.
I climaxed no less than three more times before Steve finally stiffened and clutched my breasts as he exploded with a series of powerful spurts deep inside my ass. Moments later he pulled his softening cock from my rear passage. “God, Peg, that was great!” he panted. Then he straightened up and left the stall.
I lay there for several more minutes, my face against the tile, the water sliding down over my recumbent body. I felt completely satisfied and satiated. Though I’d already had some pretty steamy fantasies about Steve, I had no idea the real thing would be this good. Even so, I knew sooner or later I had to tell Barry the truth.
When I had dried off and gotten out of the bathroom I found Barry in a hurry to get to his office, where he had an early meeting. When he got home that evening, Steve was there. I felt very strange over dinner, though Steve’s manner gave no indication that anything unusual had happened, and Barry seemed unaware of anything different. It was not until late that night, when we were in our own room getting ready for bed, that I had the chance to talk to Barry alone. Even then I hesitated, until we were both undressed and Barry started making amorous overtures. It was then that I knew I had to tell him without further delay. I couldn’t gauge just how he would react, maybe he would be hurt, or angry, or shocked, or all three; maybe he would just shout or walk out. What I didn’t expect was that he would get a hard-on. But that’s exactly what happened.
I stared in astonishment as his cock stiffened and grew, getting harder and harder as I told the tale. By the time I stopped it was straining and throbbing.
“My god!” I said. “Is this turning you on?”
His eyes were glittering, and I saw that he was breathing hard. “Yes!” he said. “God, yes! You and Steve—you—you actually did it? Christ, Peg, that’s so exciting!”
I couldn’t believe it. But there was his cock, stiff as a board and twitching like a rabbit’s nose. He reached
for me, and almost automatically I moved toward him. Along with my amazement I felt a sudden sense of overwhelming relief that his reaction was so positive. We fell into each other’s arms and kissed passionately. The next thing I knew I was on my back and we were fucking like crazy.
“Jesus,” Barry panted, pumping away at me. “You really—you sucked his cock, Peg? Right there in the shower?”
“Yes,” I got out. “And he sucked me too. He ate me out until I came.”
“Oh Christ!” Barry moaned, moving harder. “And he… he fucked you in the ass…” He was pounding like a pile-driver, kissing my face and my breasts as he spoke.
“Right up the ass,” I gasped. “So big in my ass… so deep. .and I came three times that way.”
“Ohh yes! Yes!” Barry shouted, and he shot into me like a cannon. Before he finished I was coming too, wrapping my legs around him and moaning out my joy and happiness.
Later we lay side by side, recovering our breath, one of Barry’s hands idly playing with my breast. “Why didn’t you let him fuck your pussy?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “I guess I kind of felt that would really be cheating on you, in a way that the other stuff wasn’t. It was kind of silly, I guess. But I didn’t know that you would be so happy about all this.”
“You’re not cheating on me, Peg, because we love each other. But Steve’s my friend, and if you want to have fun with him it’s fine. It’s more than fine. In fact, I’d love it if you let him have your pussy too. And I’d really love to see it.”
The thought of doing it with Steve while Barry looked on awoke a kind of excitement in me that I hadn’t even been aware of. “Okay,” I said. “Why don’t we do that tomorrow. If Steve is willing.”
“Oh, I don’t think there’ll be any problem about that,” Barry said. And he was right.—Name and address withheld
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