Subject:     Steve Has Me Take Care of His Friends
Story Codes: MF MMF F-solo oral
Diary Date:  March 26, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Steve and I have been engaged now for several months and yet he still 
acts like a little boy with me at times.  I can't say I really mind as it 
is nice to have him show me off and brag about me.  Even so, I hadn't 
expected him to be THIS proud of me!  Granted, I've taken part in my fair 
share of gangbangs and group sex over the years so it wasn't like this 
was going to anything overly dramatic for me.  However, what I was 
expecting to be special about this time was that it was that it would the 
first time I would have sex with multiple partners where one of them was 
my fiancé!

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Changing Attitudes
   Chapter 2 – Masturbating on a Friday Night
   Chapter 3 – My Fiancé’s Friends Arrive
   Chapter 4 - Teaching Steve a Lesson... or Not?
   Chapter 5 - So Now What?


Chapter 1 – Changing Attitudes
==============================

While this wasn't one of those super-intense crazy events like some I've 
been involved with, it WAS a significant milestone in my life which is 
why I decided to take the time to write and post it as a diary entry.  
Sometimes I think people got the wrong impression of me as they seem to 
think my diary reflects my “normal” day-to-day life.  In reality, it’s 
more like a Reader's Digest summary of the highlights of my life, the 
times when something special or unexpected happened.  Thus at times I 
will write about situations that weren't so good as those can also be the 
type things that make you who you are as much as anything.  My intent in 
choosing what is “dairy worthy” is for people to better understand what 
has shaped me into who I am today.  Considering I’ve had sex probably 
thousands of times with hundreds of people in the past twelve years, 
there is no way my diary reflects everything I’ve done!

Now that the thing with Steve’s friends is done and over, it's sort of 
funny to think that for years I agonized over what I would consent to do 
AFTER I was married, at least in terms of my sexual conduct.  Ironically, 
with all the focus on being married it never crossed my mind to consider 
the engagement period.  Maybe it was because I just assumed that being 
engaged was only a promise to marry, not a vow that meant I could not 
have sex with anyone else.  Since announcing my engagement it's been sort 
of amusing to me how many people have asked me if I am still having sex 
with other men.  Like, why wouldn't I?  Last I heard I hadn’t signed up 
for a convent!

For most of my life I looked up to my mother’s example and felt strongly 
that sex outside of marriage was adultery and therefore something I would 
never do (note to Kelly, NEVER say never).  Yet even then I never once 
said that I wouldn’t have sex with anyone else when I was engaged.  Of 
course I try my best to be courteous and respectful of Steve in that I 
usually tell him about everything I do and I even try my best ask him 
ahead of time if it’s OK if I do something (or should I say "someone").  
To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how I’d react if he ever said no but 
then that's why I love Steve so much - he never does.  Still, if 
something should happen where an opportunity to have some fun came 
around, I wouldn't turn it down just because Steve wasn't answering his 
cell phone.

Maybe it's another warning to myself that I’ve been a little selfish in 
the past in that even when I DID think about sex and marriage, it was 
almost always about ME and what I would or wouldn’t do.  I guess that I 
just assumed that my fiancé would only want to fuck me and the women in 
my family.  Seriously, wouldn’t you think that with sexy women like my 
aunt and cousins (and hopefully my mom) available that he wouldn’t need 
to look elsewhere anyway?  The idea that my fiancé and husband would want 
to see me being fucked by other men outside my family just never entered 
my mind.  

Keeping with my policy of full disclosure, I did THINK about swinging and 
such but that was more of a mental exercise than anything as I never 
intended to actually get involved in that scene.  Face it, until recently 
I was adamant that I would NEVER swing at all after I got married.  I 
guess it just goes to show you how a person can change when it’s 
necessary.  So long as you are not changing your core values and 
principles then I don’t think there’s anything wrong with adapting to new 
things.

So anyway, you could say it caught me a little off guard when after just 
a few months into our engagement Steve came to me and out of the blue 
informed me that I was going to let some of his friends fuck me.  OK, so 
maybe that is a little exaggerated but in my mind, that's how it came 
out.  Like, he didn't ASK me if I was interested in being a virtual sex 
toy for his friends.  Heck, he didn't even tell me how many or when.  It 
was like he just expected me to do it because he said so.  

OK, so maybe as he’s been learning more about me (thanks to my aunt and 
cousin it seems) he may be getting some of the same impressions that the 
guys get from reading my web site and diary.  Still, he also knows the 
REAL me so you would think he would realize that all that is a bit 
overblown when it comes to my actual daily routines.  Even then, just 
because I've done some crazy things in the past, especially when my 
cousin or friends would drag me out with them, did that give him the 
right to just assume that I would be ready and willing at the drop of a 
hat to spread my legs for total strangers just because he said so?

In all fairness, I don't mean to sound totally negative and perhaps I'm 
letting my initial feelings get the best of me right now.  The truth is 
once I had some time to think about I sort of liked the whole idea - even 
the way he went about it.  Like, what kind of girl does he think he’s 
marrying that he can just walk up to her and inform her that she is going 
to let some unknown number of his friends have their way with her?  Well, 
the type of girl I want to be for him I guess.  Still, it said something 
that he felt so confident in my sexuality and exhibitionism that he KNEW 
what my reaction would be, even though he’d never discussed it directly 
with me before.  Besides, it had been a while since I'd been the center 
of attention for several guys and for someone with a hint of a 
narcissistic attitude (which I will freely confess to having just a 
little), that's much too long.

It seems like every day Steve gets to know me better than I ever realized 
possible.  Again, I have to wonder what he’s being told about me from my 
family and friends now that we’re engaged.  It's like everyone feels some 
need to fill him in on every minute detail of my life!  What I mean now 
is that he seems to know just what buttons to push to turn me on. 

For instance, coming straight to me and "informing" me of what I would be 
doing rather than asking me may have been a bit of a shock at first, but 
the longer I thought about it the more it turned me on.  He made a point 
of not telling me who they would be, not even if I knew them from another 
time we'd gone out with his friends before our engagement.  He wouldn't 
even tell me how many he was planning to have fuck me.  For a control 
freak like me, holding back such vital details was driving me crazy.  Yet 
at the same time it allowed my imagination to run rampant and you can 
imagine where THAT led to more than a few nights when I was alone in my 
bed!


Chapter 2 – Masturbating on a Friday Night
==========================================

The night finally arrived although I didn’t know it at first.  Evidently 
Steve had forewarned my cousin because she made up some lame excuse for a 
late night house-showing with her mom that took her out of the house for 
the evening.  Actually it wasn't THAT lame as it wasn't all that unusual 
for the two of them to meet with prospective buyers in the evening, even 
though such "meetings" rarely took place at the home she was showing.  
Still, doing so on a Friday night was a little unusual but in today's 
real estate market I wasn't overly suspicious of much of anything.  You 
do what you have to do to sell a house.

So here I was, all alone on a Friday night.  Unfortunately that’s 
something that isn’t all that uncommon for me these days given the insane 
schedule Steve works as a paramedic on the night shift.  I knew I'd be 
seeing him the next morning and as such was getting myself good and horny 
thinking about how he would make it up to me for leaving me home all 
alone on a Friday night.  If Steve has learned anything about me it’s 
that I can never stay mad at him once he starts fucking me!  I suppose it 
works both ways but I have to say I like it better being on the other end 
of the forgiveness.

Being I was home alone and nobody was coming over, I parked myself on the 
living room couch, turned off all the lights but a small lamp on the 
other side of the room, and laid back for what should have been to be a 
long and fruitful evening of masturbation.  I was wearing just my long 
white Steeler jersey which I pulled up over my stomach, keeping my boobs 
covered and warm but allowing me free access to where my attention was 
most needed.  It had been chilly all day so I was also wearing a pair of 
white socks to keep my feet warm.  They looked rather silly as I stared 
down past my waist and legs but then it wasn’t like anyone would be 
seeing me so why not be warm and comfortable?

At first I just laid there in the quiet.  I debated turning on the TV but 
then there wasn't anything on that I especially wanted to watch live.  
The DVR would record whatever was worth watching later without all the 
commercials.  I was feeling really horny but couldn't quite get started.  
Instead, I just laid there sort of squirming like one of those nights 
when you need to go to sleep but just can't seem to get there.  God, I 
SOOOOOO wished Steve was with me right now.

I thought about his wonderful dick and how I loved to feel it growing in 
my hand or mouth.  There’s nothing quite like the feeling you get when a 
man’s dick goes from being soft and limp to firm and hard, especially 
when I know the reason it is transforming itself is ME.  People can lie, 
women can fake an orgasm, but a man can't fake an erection.  If he’s 
getting stiff with me then there is only one reason - he wants me because 
I am turning him on.  It doesn’t always matter whether or not he would 
actually ever do anything, it’s the desire and lust in him that I love to 
see expressed in his dick.  I can just be on the beach and see some guy 
watching me, the bulge unmistakable in his crotch, and get off from the 
intense feelings it causes in me.  Some girls act like they are offended 
when a man gets an erection in public because of them but I see it as the 
ultimate compliment to my sexuality and desirability.

I closed my eyes and stretched my hand out from the couch, imagining it 
was reaching out for Steve’s dick as he stood there watching me.  My fist 
closed as I dreamed of cradling it against my palm, my fingers encircling 
its warmth.  Reaching up to my breast with my other hand, I pressed on my 
boob through the jersey, placing my hand over it and just pushing it 
against me.  It was his hand on me... his hand exploring me as my fingers 
parted and let my nipple pass between them.  I squeezed my breast gently 
as my lover’s imaginary hand fondled me.  God it felt so good...

Bringing my other hand back in, I pulled up the jersey up under my butt 
and then up to the swelling of my breasts, exposing my entire body from 
that point downward.  In the dim light I looked down past my bare torso 
to where my legs were parted.  Grabbing a throw pillow, I pushed it under 
my butt to lift myself up, further exposing my pussy as my legs feel 
apart, letting my secret lover get a wide open view of my horny crotch.

With both hands I reached under the jersey, pulling it up higher, up over 
my breasts to my neck.  The cool evening air felt chilly against my 
sensitive breasts and nipples, further stimulating them.  With one hand 
on each, I pressed them together, dreaming of his dick in between them, 
stroking back and forth with the head just grazing my lips as he pushed 
forward, his balls rubbing along my boobs as he thrust into me.  I could 
feel little goose bumps raising on the smooth firm flesh of my breasts, 
my nipples tingling as my fingertips grazed them ever so softly.  

Damn I was so horny now!  My legs clamped together as my pussy felt like 
it was going to scream with desire.  My hands dropped down and I reached 
under myself, pushing up against my butt with one hand on each side.  I 
loved to touch my butt and even more, I loved it when someone else did.  
To walk in a store with my boyfriend’s hand planted firmly on my ass was 
so erotic - and I loved the looks we would get from the people around us 
ranging from firm disapproval from the moms and wives to the lip-smacking 
approval of husbands and boys.

A shiver ran through me as a finger touched my pussy from underneath.  
God, it was like just the smallest touch was amplified a hundred times.  
I let my finger just play along my pussy lips, running small circles 
around my pussy hole, gathering wetness that I then spread up to my clit.  
My other hand slipped out from under me and over top to rub my clit while 
my other hand toyed just outside my pussy hole.  A gasp escaped me as I 
pressed down on the sensitive button.  Oh I wanted it to be touched so 
badly!

Before long the rest of the world faded away and I was lost in my dreams 
of me and my lover.  As I rubbed myself with my right hand and pushed a 
single finger in side of me, I left the fingers on my left lightly drift 
over my bare stomach, then reaching up to fondle my boobs again.  As I 
did so I imagined it was HIM that was touching me, that it was HIS dick I 
was feeling in me, that it was my lover that was bringing me the brink of 
the most intense orgasm.  I loved this moment when I would masturbate, my 
entire body starting to tingle as I neared my climax, the world around me 
shrinking to nothing as I focused completely on my pussy... my wonderful 
pussy that felt SOOOOO good right now.

When it comes to masturbating, it seems most girls fall into one of two 
camps - finger in or finger out.  For me, I am a “finger in” girl all the 
way.  I really don’t understand why some girls feel it is somehow wrong 
or dirty to put their own fingers inside of their pussy.  While I am no 
fan of “fisting”, anywhere from one to three fingers works for me 
depending on my mood.  Granted, if I am just playing with myself to keep 
busy or just something to do to pass time like when driving a long way, 
then I tend to just rub myself but when I really want to get off, I need 
something inside of me in addition to just toying with my clit.

Which brings up another masturbation topic, actually one that applies to 
sex in general.  Does a girl have to stimulate her clit to cum?  Well, if 
forced to say one or the other I would say NO but then it certainly is a 
lot easier and faster when your clit is involved.  I mean, I have even 
cum from just someone playing with my hair (the stuff on my head - not 
between my legs) but that requires just the right circumstances and a lot 
of patience.  I can orgasm from just a guy fucking me but not all the 
time and certainly not as regularly or as often as when me or him is 
paying attention to my clit as well.  I have friends who claim they can't 
cum UNLESS their clit is stimulated, no matter if they are fucked or not.

So anyway, that’s when I seriously masturbate I tend to use two hands 
whenever possible - one for my pussy hole and the other for my clit.  
Sometimes I cheat and put my middle finger inside of me and then use the 
palm of my hand to rub up against my clit as I stroke myself but it’s 
preferable, at least to me, to just use two hands.  Of course that 
doesn’t work when you’re driving!

The time passed although I really didn't pay much attention to a clock.  
I was no hurry as I had all night and if I was going to be all alone what 
better way to spend it then to just take my time and masturbate all 
night?


Chapter 3 – My Fiancé’s Friends Arrive
======================================

Whether he’d been spying on me or just happened to pick the perfect 
moment by pure dumb luck, it was just as I started to cum for the second 
time that the front door swung opened and I felt a cold breeze against my 
bare legs and bottom (at least my feet were warm) as my jersey had 
drifted back down over my boobs as I played between my legs for the most 
part by this time.  Somewhere in what was left of my conscious mind I 
realized that I wasn’t alone any more but I just ignored her.  I say 
“her” as I assumed that it was my cousin returning home early.  Whatever 
the reason I didn’t care; she could tell me later as I had far better 
things to concentrate on right about then.  I was SOOOOOO close to number 
two... just a little bit more...

My eyes stayed tightly shut as my orgasm peaked and I moaned 
uncontrollable, bouncing my bare hips off the couch like I was trying to 
ram a lover’s hard dick ever deeper into me.  I imagined him climaxing 
with me, his hot cum spewing uncontrollably inside of me like a geyser of 
sperm.  Oh to feel his cum filling me and then draining out of me as he 
thrust ever harder and faster into me as he came!

That was when the "Wow!" came - and not from me or even Kristi for that 
matter.  My eyes popped open but I was still expecting to see my cousin 
grinning down at me, maybe even doing herself as she watched me (which 
she sometimes does).

Instead, when I opened my eyes it turned out that I had a regular 
audience of "fans" - three of them all together.  Steve was standing in 
the middle, flanked by two guys I'd never seen before.  All three of them 
were grinning up a storm and already rubbing themselves unabashedly with 
their hands down their pants.  Well at least they weren’t shy!  Which one 
had broken the silence I wasn't sure but it didn't matter - the surprise 
was most definitely on me.  

So what does a girl do in a situation like this?  Obviously I wasn't 
about to try to cover myself up and act like some innocent virgin caught 
in the act by her mother or strict father.  At the same time, it wasn't 
like I was exactly in a rational state of mind as the aftershocks of my 
orgasm kept rising up even as I clamped my palm over my exposed pussy 
with one finger remaining stuck up in me.  You just don't have an orgasm 
as hard as the one I’d just had and shrug it off in the space of a few 
seconds!  Besides, even as sex-crazed as I was it only took me a few 
seconds more to size up the situation and realize what was going on - 
these were the guys Steve had been talking about bringing home to fuck 
me!

I have to say one thing, what better way to introduce myself, especially 
under the circumstances!  They must have already figured I was a slut 
given that I was willing to let them fuck me even though I was engaged, 
so why not let them see just what kind of a slut I was?  Soooooo, I just 
laid there without moving or saying a word, my hand on my crotch, a 
finger still in me, bare legs spread as wide apart as I could get them.  
The next move was up to Steve.

Over the past week or so I had often masturbated about what I expected to 
happen when this moment came around.  Well, maybe not THIS exact moment 
but something like it.  Most of the time I fantasized that I would start 
out fully dressed, maybe in a costume of some sort like my schoolgirl or 
naughty nurse outfits.  That would be followed by a hot lap dance, some 
slow stripping, and gradually leading to some cock holding, sucking, and 
finally to some fucking.  It was all calculated and followed a sensible 
pattern.  Not once did I even begin to imagine that my introduction would 
be with me laying on the couch all but naked with my finger pushed up 
into my sopping wet pussy after they’d surreptitiously watched me bring 
myself to an orgasm!  Like, who would ever even think of such a thing, 
let alone have it actually happen.

Rather than following the typical gangbang script of a cheap porn movie, 
it all went down rather quickly and without a lot of fanfare - or 
foreplay for that matter.  After all, it's not like I had to be aroused 
and they certainly didn't need any further motivation from what I could 
see.

Like I said at the start, it wasn't even something I would have taken the 
time to write out a diary entry had it just been me and a few guys at a 
party.  It only lasted about 30 minutes in all.  Steve simply pointed at 
me and said something to his unnamed friends like, "Now what did I tell 
you... Is my fiancé a fucking slut or what?" Then he threw his hands up 
and acted like he was exasperated at their hesitance saying, "For crying 
out loud guys, does she have to have a sign posted saying ‘fuck me’ or 
what?  What the hell are you guys waiting for?" Or something like that, 
LOL.  

So Steve told them to fuck me and that's exactly what happened.  There 
was no strip show, no teasing or flirting, not even a lap dance.  They 
only wanted one thing - to fuck me and in my sexually-obsessed state of 
mind, that was perfectly OK with me.  At this point I wanted a dick in me 
- ANY dick for that matter and now there were two of them ready and 
willing to do the job.  The only question was what was keeping them from 
doing it?  It wasn't like I was playing hard to get.

They quickly stripped and tossed their clothes on the floor.  Then the 
first one to get naked simply kneeled on the couch between my legs, 
reached down to guide his dick into me and started fucking me as I laid 
there while the other watched - along with Steve.  I didn't even really 
have time to even think about what was happening; it was like he was on 
top of me and then in me before I could utter a word.  His dark was 
already solid as a tree trunk so he fit in me easily, especially given 
how soaking wet I was after having just brought myself to another orgasm.  
No doubt I was creating a wet spot on the couch cushion - again, and 
Kristi would once again gripe and complain about me not putting down a 
towel but it wasn’t like I’d known ahead of time about this.

My first thought were all about how incredible it felt to have a dick in 
me right after having cumming twice without one.  I love to masturbate 
but there’s not a finger or a dildo in the world that can truly replace 
the real thing.  The guy just grunted as he drilled me, never talking to 
me even.  

After the initial satisfaction of having my pussy filled, I was a little 
disturbed as this was NOT what I’d been promised by Steve.  He’d sworn 
that he would be the first to fuck me - and the last.  Still, what can a 
girl say when a guy just moves in between her legs, pushes his dick he 
and starts pumping without saying a word?  Give me a break.  It's not 
like I was going to tell him to stop and let Steve get his dick in me 
first, sort of late for THAT!  LOL 

I looked over at Steve where he was just standing there with his arms 
folded, watching me but not making a move towards me.  He had the biggest 
grin on his face and when he saw me looking at him he gave me a thumbs 
up.  His other friend was standing next to him but he was naked and from 
the looks of his erection, he was more than a little anxious to be the 
next one in my pussy.  I took it that not only was Steve not going to be 
first, he wasn't going to fuck me at all but instead just stand there and 
watch as his fiancé took on two of his friends.

Guy #1 - he never did tell me his name and for that matter neither did 
the other one, must have been really horny because he didn’t last in me 
very long.  He grunted even louder and started to cum inside me.  Oh 
yeah, there was REALLY gonna be a wet spot on the couch now!  One thing 
that was sort of funny.  When the first guy was ready to cum he asked if 
he could cum inside of me.  What was funny about it was that he didn't 
ask ME, he asked STEVE.  To top it off, Steve didn't even look at me 
before he answered, "Of course... do her good".  Not sure what Freud 
would say about that... 

Guy #2 practically pushed his friend off of me once he’d stopped spurting 
in me.  At first I thought he was just going to climb aboard like his 
friend and take his sloppy seconds with me staying on my back.  He was 
stopped by Steve coming over closer and telling him to hold on a second 
and that I would clean myself off for him.  I turned my head to look at 
him, a bit puzzled at first.  Like was he expecting me to take a timeout 
or something to go to the bathroom to clean myself off?

Then I caught on to his drift.  Reaching down with my hand, I bore down 
and squeezed my pussy as hard as I could to drive as much of the cum in 
me out and onto my waiting hand.  Taking the cum I’d collected, I reached 
up to my mouth and licked it clean.

“Look at that!  Now is my fiancé a cum slut or what?” Steve bragged to 
his friends.  It was like he couldn’t say it enough times that I was 
engaged to him, sort of like he was reminding them that they were only 
renting me but he owned the property.

With most of the cum cleaned up after a couple more runs, the second guy 
resumed fucking me but not until he had flipped me over and was doing me 
doggie style.  Steve moved over to the end of the couch and bent down so 
he was looking straight at me.

“So Kelly, is he fucking you good”?  he asked, a sly grin on his face.  

I nodded and smiled back.  

“God you look so hot right now,” he sighed, leaning to one side to get a 
better view of me taking his friend’s cock in my pussy. 

I was still a little upset with him for not keeping his promise so I 
figured I might rub his nose in it a little.

“Oh god his dick feels soooooo good in me Steve,” I moaned like some 
cheap whore, “I want him to fuck me harder and cum in me.”

With that I started to push back onto him when he would thrust into me, 
driving his dick even deeper into me than he had on his own.  Truth be 
told, it DID feel pretty darn good in me!

Well THAT totally backfired.  If anything, Steve’s eyes just stared all 
the more at my ass where his friend’s dick was disappearing into my pussy 
in full view of the other two guys.

“You hear that?” he asked the guy fucking me, grinning from ear to ear 
now, “Fuck her harder!  Shit, if you’re gonna fuck my fiancé then fuck 
her the way she wants it.”

Harder he did.  I was almost pushed off my knees the next time he slammed 
into me, remaining up only because he had his hands under me grabbing my 
breasts.  Meantime, the other guy was ready to go again and he stepped up 
to the couch and put his dick up against my face.  Steve was still right 
in front of me so I looked at him first but he just kept grinning like an 
escapee from the lunatic asylum so I turned and took the semi-erect dick 
in my mouth.  

“Now did I tell you that she’s the best cocksucker in the world or what?” 
Steve asked him, his pride in me shining in his face.  

The only response he got was more grunting.  Actually I didn’t have any 
sort of conversation with either of Steve’s friends the entire time we 
were having sex short of them telling me what position they wanted me in 
next.  I pretty much had one of their dicks in me at all times which was 
nice.  Neither of them came in my mouth, just in my pussy, which was also 
nice under the circumstances as it made it easier to cleanup afterwards 
and I didn't have cum all over me.  The girls out there know what I mean 
when I say guys usually hit my mouth with their cum about as well as they 
hit the toilet when they pee!  Boys - take notes here.  When a girl says 
it's OK to cum in her mouth, she means her MOUTH, not all around it and 
especially not her hair.

After they both had fucked me twice, they got dressed and the three of 
them left me laying there more or less as they found me.  It was all over 
so quickly!  Again, when I’d imagined it earlier I always assumed it 
would go on for at least a few hours, maybe even all day or overnight.  
Thirty minutes was NOT even on my radar.  In fact, I was still so horny 
after they were gone that I just sort of picked up where I’d left off 
when they had arrived and spent the rest of the evening doing myself.

It certainly wasn't the first time I've masturbated after being fucked, 
something most guys just don’t seem to understand.  I suppose it goes 
without saying that there's a big difference between sex and 
masturbation, and the two don't have to be mutually exclusive.  I can be 
fucked all day and STILL enjoy masturbating right afterwards.  It's not 
like I only masturbate when I haven't had sex.  


Chapter 4 - Teaching Steve a Lesson... or Not?
==============================================

Steve returned in about an hour.  I was still on the couch, just as he’d 
left me.  My cousin still hadn’t returned and I really wasn't expecting 
Steve to come back any time soon so I’d just laid there masturbating the 
entire time.  I’d pretty much cleaned off all their cum from my crotch, 
licking my fingers clean.  I love cum but I love it even more when I can 
taste me with it!

“Hey babe, still horny?” he asked when he came back.  Like duh, couldn’t 
he see that for himself?

Steve lowered down to kiss me but when his hand started to wander I 
pushed it away from my crotch.

“What?” he whined, “I don’t get it... I thought you wanted to do that?”

Before I let him continue I made him sit down and listen to me as I 
explained to him how I felt about sex now that we were engaged.  If he 
was going to be my husband then he needed to respect me as his wife and 
that meant if he wanted to SHARE me with other guys it was OK but I 
wasn’t going to have him pimp me out like some prostitute.

Steve was still confused.  “But I thought you LIKED being watched when 
you have sex.”

Men!

It took a while but I think I finally got him to realize that it was one 
thing to go to a party and have people watch me being fucked, or even to 
go out in public and have strangers look at me.  It was quite another to 
have my husband, or least my fiancé for the moment, to just parade me 
around like I was a prize cow at the county fair.

It was all a matter of timing and very subjective so I could understand 
why man would have a hard time understanding.  He didn't seem to 
understand that had he had the two of them come over and do me while he 
hid in the closet and watched, unbeknownst to them, that THEN I would 
have loved it.  But for him to just walk in with some guys, point to me 
and tell them to fuck me just removes any of the eroticism out of the 
adventure and makes it more like a bad porn movie.

Just then my cousin made her appearance, stepping in the door in one of 
her sluttier outfits.

“Hey Steve!” she greeted him, a smile immediately popping onto her face.  
Then she looked at me a little funny.  I guess my hair was likely a mess 
and no doubt she quickly deduced from my appearance that I’d just had sex 
of some sort.

“So how did things go?” she asked, stepping over after kicking off her 
heels.  God, how she even walked in them I couldn't imagine!  

Just then an idea popped into my head.  If Steve couldn’t (or wouldn’t) 
understand a rational explanation, then maybe he might understand a 
demonstration better.

“OK Steve, let’s see how you like it,” I said with a bit of sharpness to 
my voice.  I looked at Kristi and then back at Steve and said, “Fuck her 
Steve.”

Steve looked at me and then at Kristi and then back to me.  Give Kristi 
credit where credit is due - she didn’t so much as blink an eye.  

“You mean fuck you both... right?” Steve said, looking quite pleased.

“Noooooo, I said fuck HER,” I corrected him, “You don’t get to fuck me.  
I’m just going to watch.  

In looking back later I can't help but wonder where my mind had drifted 
away to.  Was it too soon after all that sex to me making such decision?  
Whatever the reason, it certainly didn't work out as I had planned.  

“If you insist,” Steve finished, standing up to reach for Kristi.  My 
cousin just stood there, waiting for him to undress her.  She looked over 
at me and I could tell she was trying to figure me out but it didn't 
matter anymore at this point.

Kristi lifted her short skirt to reveal her bare crotch without even a 
hint of a thong let alone panties.  As usual she was shaved and if she 
had sex earlier there were no signs of it now, not that it would have 
stopped Steve.  Steve normally went more for my aunt than my cousin but 
he wasn't about to turn down Kristi at a time like this.  Then again, not 
many men do!

Any hopes I might have had that Steve would feel even a little bit of 
remorse or whatever for fucking Kristi right in front of me after having 
refused to fuck me when his friends were over were quickly dashed.  Then 
again, I couldn't really blame him.  He may have been my fiancé but he 
was still a man and no man in his right mind would have turned down what 
I offered him.  

In one last attempt to see if I could make him feel just a little bit 
guilty, was they were fucking I got up and went to my own bedroom, 
leaving the two of them alone in the living room for more fun.  Again, in 
looking back I’m not sure what I was thinking.  Like I expected him to 
suddenly pull out of her and come running after me?

After about ten minutes I was getting the message loud and clear so I 
figured what the heck and went back to the living room where Steve was 
still fucking Kristi.  At first I thought he was doing her doggie style 
but then she leaned forward a bit more so I could get a better view.

Damn, he was fucking her ass!  It was enough for him to just do her and 
ignore me, but then he has to go and take advantage of the situation for 
a little anal sex.  Before it as over he actually came in her ass but 
when he looked at me I quickly turned away.  No way was I gonna lick his 
cum off her asshole!


Chapter 5 - So Now What?
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When all was said and done and I finally had Steve back to myself, we had 
a long talk.  Even though the point I was trying to make got lost when it 
involved my cousin, he still seemed to understand what I was trying to 
say.  He DID agree not to repeat what had happened tonight with his 
friends.  I felt a little guilty as he looked a little dejected but then 
I reminded him that it was perfectly OK - so long as HE got involved.

One of the reasons I’d always sworn that swapping was bad and that sex 
with individuals even worse once you got married was based on the fear 
that just what had happened recently would happen.  Granted, it would be 
a LOT easier just to swear off of extramarital sex but nobody seemed to 
be in favor of it but me, especially Steve.  So if your husband is going 
to want to do it, then as his wife do I really have any right to object?

Well, if there was one thing that was plain to see, this was not going to 
be just another issue we could discuss and then have sex afterwards to 
clear up any issues.  I guess I’ll just have to move forward and play it 
by ear to see how things turn out.

THE END