Warning: 18+ only. Very sexy NSFW content!
He asked her to do it… but will he be happy about it?
“The hottest part for me is when he sticks his erection in your vagina,” I tell her.
“Erection in my vagina. Like you’re a med student. Sexy,” she says with sarcasm.
“You know what I mean. I like watching it go in.”
We were lying on my bed, covers half off, her clothes half off. I had my hand on her chest beneath her black bra.
Her hair flowed over the pillow, surrounding her head like a lion’s mane.
“I’m not going to fuck another guy for you.”
“You don’t have to. It’s for me to think about, that’s all.”
“It makes me feel unwanted.”
This is the part where men don’t get it. We would all love if it a woman told us she got excited at the thought of us getting it on with her gorgeous bestie.
Women can take it personally.
I had to move carefully.
“I get that. It’s not wanting you though. It’s exciting for me because I want to see you. I love your body. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”
“Then enjoy it. You can see that without another guy’s prick involved.”
I knew better than to press the point. I’d seen this conversation go badly before.
“You’re right. Anyway, it’s not a big deal, I just thought it was something you might like. We don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
She didn’t say anything, but I knew this wasn’t the end of it. I’d planted the seed. All I could do now was see how it grew.
I got a text from her a few days later. It read:
Hey going dancing w the girls 2nite
It was Thursday and she liked to catch up with her girlfriends. I told her to have fun. Then this happened:
maybe I will do what you talked about the other day 😛
My heart raced and I felt myself getting hard. I could barely type out my reply:
omg. use a condom if u do
and I want a photo to prove it
Five minutes, then ten minutes went by. I’m almost hyperventilating. My erection is pushing through my pants I’m so aroused.
Is she going to do it?
Is my girlfriend going to have sex with another man?
So many feelings spinning through my head when the phone buzzed.
No text, just a picture.
Her from behind. A knee-high black skirt. Pulled up to her waist.
Okay, so this is going to happen. I texted back:
oh damn. I <3 u
The next few hours went by in slow motion. I tried to watch some TV shows but I couldn’t concentrate.
I wanted to masturbate but I didn’t want to blow my load and have second thoughts.
The tension was becoming unbearable. Ten, eleven, twelve. Finally at ten minutes to one, the phone buzzed.
My heart raced. What was I going to see?
It was hard to make it out at first.
Then I started noticing details.
The black skirt.
The gold top she liked to wear out.
My girlfriend’s legs.
The puff of pubic hair which she’d recently trimmed.
I couldn’t make out where she was but it became clear she was lying on her back, holding the camera.
Pointing it down between her legs.
I could make out a man’s torso. The abs looked like they were carved from marble.
As I looked closer, I could see what I’d dreamed about.
She’d taken a close-up shot of her pussy while she was having sex. And it sure wasn’t me she was having sex with.
I was looking at my girlfriend’s vagina with another man’s dick penetrating her.
I came right there without even touching myself. I had to go change my underwear from the mess.
“Did he know what you were doing?” I asked her the next day, when she came over.
“He thought I was playing on the phone. I guess we’re all used to playing on the phone while fucking each other now.”
She told me how she’d had a change of heart after our last conversation.
“I had a couple of drinks while we were out and it just seemed like a good idea.”
The guy had approached her group and she thought he was sexy.
Not only that, she’d told two of her girlfriends about my fantasy.
“They thought it was pretty hot. They wanted to help you out,” she said with a sly grin.
“Help me out by getting you laid by a stranger,” I said.
“It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”
I nodded. Uh-huh.
I wanted to know everything. What was it like? Was he bigger than me? Did he feel good? Where did he finish?
She blushed at that last question, turning quiet. We’d had a flirty, sexual conversation up to now.
“About that part…”
“I forgot to take my pill yesterday morning.”
That means he…
“He finished inside me. We were both tipsy and I asked him not to but I don’t think we were that worried about it.”
I hugged her tight and kissed her deeply, lying in my bed again. I knew she could feel my raging erection pressing into her ass.
In my mind I kept seeing that picture of her, skirt hiked, legs spread, taken by another man as they savagely rutted in his bed.
And he got to finish in her, claim her pussy as his own.
She’s got another man’s sperm in her body right now, I realized.
“I guess that means I need to take you back.”
“Eww, baby, no. I haven’t taken the pill and we don’t need to add more risk. You’ll have to pull out or wear a condom.”
At that point I was so horny I didn’t care.
Looks like this guy might be raising another man’s kid… I bet he didn’t plan on that part.