The Cuckquean

Chapter One

 

I opened the door to let Greta in. She was my boyfriend’s oldest friend. I already knew that. I was hoping against hope that she was boring and dumpy. 

She wasn’t. 

She had a bubbly personality, curly blonde hair with a pink streak dyed into it, brilliant blue eyes, and tits much bigger than mine. Not that she was trying to show them off, but they were big and it’s impossible to hide tits that big.

I knew she was bigger than me because my tits were barely bigger than A cups. 

She was easily a D.

“Eleanor?” she asked behind a huge smile with brilliant white teeth.

I wanted to hate her, but somehow I couldn’t. She seemed so happy just to see me, a person she had never met before.

“Call me Ellie,” I said automatically.

“Great to meet you Ellie,” she said and then threw her arms around me in a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek. ”You can call me Gigi.”

It was a much friendlier greeting than I had been expecting.

“Where’s Brent?” she asked after letting me go so I could breathe again.

“In here!” my boyfriend called from the kitchen. “Making you dinner!”

Greta...Gigi...pushed into Brent’s house looking for her old friend. 

I’ll admit it. I was a little miffed. Even though he had told me she was his best and oldest friend—which I figured had to be a bit of an exaggeration—and I had only been dating Brent a grand total of four months, I was jealous of her.

Maybe because they had been friends, according to him, since practically birth (their mothers had been college roommates and Gigi was only ten days older than Brent).

Maybe because she was prettier than me. I’ll admit it.

Maybe because I was unsure of where my relationship with Brent stood.

And maybe because I was a tiny bit attracted to her.

But I would never admit that.

Gigi had been in Brent’s house before, even if she did live more than two hundred miles away. She was back visiting family and had to stop to see Brent. It was mandatory, he told me. I followed behind and found her giving Brent a hug, but it was a hug like someone might give a favorite cousin at the family reunion or Thanksgiving. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and that was that.

Gigi helped finish making dinner alongside me and Brent. Dinner went well. It just seemed like a normal of old friends.

Until we got into the third bottle of wine.

We were laughing about some dumb joke or another, something about their childhood, when Gigi suddenly bursts out with, “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight!”

I had a shocked look on my face when I instinctively blurted, “What?”

It was Brent that screwed everything up. He was a little too drunk and said, “Shh! I was planning on telling her later!” Then he laughed hysterically.

At that point I knew that Gigi wasn’t just goofing around.

I fixed him with a glare. “Tell me what?” It was a question, but it was also a demand.

Gigi, to her credit, slapped her hand in front of her mouth and muttered. “I’m sorry. Shit! I fucked it up!”

Brent waved his hand at her. “It’s fine. It’s fine, Gigi. I have to tell her sometime.”

My eyes narrowed. “Tell me what, exactly? Are you two in some secret relationship? Am I a fucking beard?”

“We’re not in a secret relationship,” said Brent, suddenly very sober.

“Well, it’s not much of a secret,” Gigi giggled.

I frowned at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We’re friends,” Brent said. 

“Just friends?”

“More than friends,” Gigi offered too easily. “But our families think we’re just friends.”

“We were always lumped together when we were growing up,” Brent hastily explained. “Our siblings were much older and our parents were...hands off with us because we didn’t cause trouble.”

“Brent and I lost our virginities to each other right after we turned sixteen,” Gigi said as if she couldn’t help herself.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said, my lip curling. “And you’ve been fucking her on and off since then?”

“Yes,” Brent said.

“Except when I was married for three years. Biggest mistake of my life,” Gigi muttered.

“Yeah…” Brent said in a tone that told me there was more to the story.

“Spill it,” I told him.

Gigi did the deed. “Okay, so maybe we hooked up a few times while I was married to Chad. But that wasn’t the reason I got divorced.”

“It sounds like it,” I muttered.

Gigi looked at Brent and put down her wine glass. It was empty anyway. “Are you going to invite her into our bed or not?” Gigi demanded.

“Our bed?” I was offended.

“Can I explain?” Brent demanded. 

“I wasn’t expecting to get invited into a three-way tonight,” I told him.

“Says the girl who screamed at me on our first date to spank her hard enough to cry and then to shove my dick up her ass.” Brent wasn’t exaggerating.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Gigi hooted. 

“No,” Brent said evenly.

Gigi looked at me. 

My face flushed bright red.

“Okay, yeah, that’s true.”

“She’s pretty kinky,” Brent told her.

I covered my face with my hand. “Please don’t tell her everything.”

“He doesn’t have to,” Gigi said graciously. “I just want to know if we’re all going to be fucking tonight.”

“Uh…” was my reaction, which I think was fair because I didn’t think I was going to get invited into a three-way with my newish boyfriend and his life-long friend tonight.

“Well?” Brent asked me. “Usually Greta and I have sex when she visits. Do you want to join us?” 

He was trembling. I could see his hands shaking.

That wasn’t the reason I said yes, but it sure helped a lot in getting me to yes.

“Yes.”

Gigi’s eyes lit up when I said yes. “I told you she’d say yes.”

I was flabbergasted. “I’ve never met you! How would you even guess at what I’d say?”

“Brent told me all about you.”

That sounded good, but she didn’t know me as well as she thought she did.

Yes, it was true that I asked Brent to spank me hard enough to cry and then have anal sex with me on our first date. In my defense, I was a little bit drunk. Sort of like now. Also in my defense, I hadn’t had sex in over six months before that.

Finally, in my defense, anal sex and spanking are pretty low key kinks. I should know. I didn’t tell, and still haven’t told, Brent about all my kinks.

I didn’t think he knew I was bi, but maybe he guessed. I wasn’t into telling guys that I was bi because as soon as they find out one of two things happens. One: they immediately want to have a three-way. Possibility two: they tell me I’m confused and I’m either straight and confused or a lesbian and I needed to pick one right then.

Gigi was hot and the exact sort of girl I went for: blonde, big tits, effervescent and presumably straight.

“I didn’t tell her all about you,” Brent said quickly. 

I gave him some side eye, but stayed quiet. He didn’t know all about me.

But he knew enough. He knew that I was into spanking and anal sex.

And why would that interest Gigi in me?

“I want to take Brent to the bedroom right now and fuck him,” Gigi said. “Do you mind? I know he’s your boyfriend and all but…”

“That sounds great, actually,” I told her. “Do you mind if I watch?”

The two of them exchanged a look that told me everything I needed to know.

“That would be great, Ellie,” Brent said to me.

So we went to Brent’s bedroom. After all, if three thirty-somethings can’t have wild sex in the privacy of the man’s home, what justice is there in the world?

When we got to the bedroom, Gigi said, “You sure this is okay with you?” She didn’t really wait for an answer as she drew Brent closer to her. 

I nodded eagerly. Maybe Gigi was an exhibitionist. I was a voyeur, so that meshed perfectly. “Go ahead.”

Brent was nervous. I didn’t blame him. We had fallen hard for each other and now there was this bit of history between the two of them coming between the two of us. I was fine with it. Before Brent it had been six months since I had gotten laid...with a man.

It had been over two years since I had been with a woman. I just needed to figure out if it was okay with Brent if I played with his...girlfriend? Other friend? Best friend? Friend with benefits?

They kissed and my stomach did flip flops. Right then I was certain I wanted to see the two of them fuck and I didn’t care about the consequences.

As they continued kissing it struck me that Gigi was sort of a modern-day Marilyn Monroe. It wasn’t an exact likeness, but it was close. She had Marilyn’s body type and hair and almost the way she acted. 

They started to strip each other’s clothing and I watched them intently. I was already familiar with Brent’s body. His light brown, almost auburn hair, and lean muscles. He was tall and slim, but when I gripped his biceps when we fucked, it was like holding stones in my hands. Of course he had a flat stomach, no six pack, but was more than defined enough for me. 

His cock was his crowning glory, as it were. Brent trimmed his pubic hair so he didn’t have a soft nest of curly pubes, but that only served to enhance the length of his cock. It wasn’t the thickest I had ever had, but it was easily the longest. I could wrap both my hands around it and  still the head would peek out.

That’s what Gigi was doing at the moment. She was down on her knees. Brent was naked though his pants and underwear were wrapped around his ankles. He was already hard. Had I missed the start of the blowjob she was giving him? 

I don’t think so. She looked up at him and he grinned down at her.

“It’s just like I remember,” she told him.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said.

She pouted. My thighs quivered at her expression. “What if I don’t want to put it in my mouth?”

“Then I’m just going to shove it in your pussy.”

A broad grin filled her face. She licked the head of his cock. Brent was already leaking precum so when her tongue passed over his slit a string of it ran from her tongue to his cock head. 

“You’re naked and I’m still dressed. How would you possibly shove it in my pussy?”

She wasn’t fully dressed. She was down to her bra and panties. They weren’t extra fancy, but they were pretty. And they were matching. Blue and white with a lot of lace. The bra pushed up her tits making them look bigger. I wondered how big she was. The panties weren’t exactly a thong, but the way she was kneeling pulled them up into her flesh, exposing all of her thigh and a lot of her ass.

She had all the right curves in contrast to my sharp angles. I was jealous, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. There was no justice in the world when it came to other women having better bodies than me.

Greta continued to suck Brent for another minute. She did it elegantly, exquisitely. She knew exactly what she was doing. I wanted my chance to show her that I knew how to properly fellate a man, but I was too distracted by my hand shoved down into my panties. 

I had hiked up my skirt so I could masturbate. I felt the smooth, slick skin of my bare pussy. I was leaking like a sieve. I wanted to be fucked, but Brent was busy. Instead I pushed my middle finger all the way into myself and groaned softly.

They didn’t hear me at all. 

I watched in amazement as Gigi carefully eased Brent’s cock down her throat. All the way down her throat. Her nose rested against his short, soft pubic hair. I couldn’t do that; there was no justice. 

I told myself they were well familiar with each other’s bodies. After all they had been fucking since they were sixteen, that was half their lives.

She backed off, releasing Brent’s cock. He grinned happily down at her. She ducked her head lower and took his balls into her mouth. I knew he liked having his balls sucked. That was something I could do and had done for him.

Brent moaned loudly. “Do you want me to cum in your hair?” he asked.

He had never asked that of me. But her hair was thick and curly. Mine was stick straight. Hers hung down beneath her shoulders. Mine was cut short and practical.

Her: blonde. Me: mousy brunette.

“No!” she protested.

“Want me to cum in your mouth?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Want me to cum in your pussy?”

Now she nodded. “Yes.”

In a flash she mounted the bed on all fours, still in her bra and panties. Brent stood on the floor behind her and yanked down her panties, exposing the beautiful, broad expanse of her ass. 

I licked my lips and ran my finger up and down against my clit. My panties were completely soaked through now.

He didn’t use a condom. He just eased his cock into her pussy. She was wet. I could see that from where I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, legs sprawled. 

Brent didn’t just plunge in. He eased in an inch, pulled back a half inch, eased in another inch, until he was using the whole of his cock and my heart was pounding in jealousy.

“Fuck yes,” Gigi grunted as they got to business.

I watched closely, two fingers in my pussy now. It wasn’t the same as Brent’s cock, but it would do for the moment.

The two of them fucked with an enthusiasm I hadn’t ever seen. Not that I’ve ever been in a three-way before. Not that I watch a lot of porn. But it was still fucking exciting.

They were so eager to fuck that he didn’t even bother to remove Gigi’s bra. That was a shame because I would have loved to see her tits. 

He grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. Their flesh slapped together noisily. I couldn’t help but find beauty in the ripples and waves through the flesh of Gigi’s ass each time their bodies impacted. 

I was close to orgasm already so I slowed myself down. I wanted to watch them, not just get myself off as quickly as possible.

“It's gonna be quick,” Brent grunted to her.

“You gonna cum?” she replied huskily.

“Yeah. Want me to…” He didn’t get a chance to finish his question. 

I recognized the sound of Brent cumming. His balls tightened up and I knew he was ejaculating in her. 

Either something went wrong or they expected the other to move in a certain way that didn’t happen. It didn’t matter. Somehow Brent’s cock popped free of her pussy while in mid-ejaculation. His cum splattered on her lower back and ass.

It was a beautiful sight.

“Fuck! Sorry about that,” Brent apologized. I wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for cumming on her ass or inside her pussy. 

“It’s fine.”

“That was fucking hot!” I exclaimed much more loudly than I had intended. 

Brent looked over at me in surprise, as if he had forgotten I was there. He recovered smoothly. “Did you like the show?”

I just nodded. How could I not like that show?

I still hadn’t cum. I wasn’t sure if Gigi had or not either. I struggled to my feet, my fingers still in my panties as I walked over to them. 

They were both watching me, unsure of what I was going to do. I was unsure of what I was going to do.

The first thing I did was unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor. It was just in the way. That left me in my panties and top. 

I couldn’t say why I did it, but I lowered my face to Gigi’s ass where she was still on all fours on the bed. I had swallowed enough of Brent’s cum to know what to expect. 

It was tastier than I remembered it. Maybe that was because I was licking it off Gigi’s smooth, soft skin.

“Holy shit,” Brent breathed.

Gigi just giggled.

That was the best reaction I could have gotten.

“Did you cum?” I asked Gigi between licks. 

She shook her head back and forth. “No,” she said softly.

I turned my head to look at Brent. His cock was inches from my face, covered in Gigi’s amrita and his cum. I wanted to put it in my mouth and suck it, but he had already gotten his reward. Gigi deserved more. 

“Ladies always cum first,” I told him. “You were being rude.”

“I apologize,” he said, pressing his hand to his chest.

“Ladies sometimes have to take things into their own hands,” I said and pushed him aside. I took his spot behind Gigi but knelt on the floor, bringing my face in line with her pussy and ass.

Brent had left a mess behind. She was dripping wet, not just from her natural juices, but from his cum as well. It had been a long time since I had been with another woman. Watching the two of them fuck had put me back in the mood for pussy, even if, or perhaps especially because, Brent had already used her.

I didn’t ask permission and I didn’t know what Gigi’s reaction was going to be, but if the relationship I was building with Brent was going to be ruined by this, it was good that we were only four months into it.

Her pussy was hot. I could feel the heat coming off her as I ran my tongue over her swollen labia. I savored the mix of their juices and then licked her again. It was almost too much so I had to swallow it.

“Ohh,” Gigi said in a small voice that quivered.

“Keep going,” Brent encouraged me.

That was a good sign.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked Gigi, but I was addressing her pussy and tightly puckered back entrance. 

“Yesss,” she said in the same quivering voice. “Please.”

That’s all the reassurance I needed. I pressed my face into her pussy and got down to serious business.

I’ve had my pussy eaten by men and women. One gender isn’t better than the other. You might think that women would be better than men, but I hadn’t found that to be the case. It was highly individual. 

Anyway, I loved eating Gigi’s well-used pussy. And either she loved it as well, or she did a good job of faking it because her moans were beautiful music as I lapped up every bit of their combined cum.

It was hard to get my mouth down low enough to reach her clit, but I made a good effort and sucked the little organ into my mouth.

That sent her spasming. 

I held on for dear life, my arms wrapped around her thighs, my face buried in her pussy from behind as she came.

After I disengaged from her, Brent looked at me with amazement. “What?” I asked him, wiping Gigi’s amrita and his cum from my face.

“I didn’t know you were bi.” 

“Am I?” I teased him. “Or do I just like eating your cum?”

Brent’s eyes bugged and I laughed. “Maybe I am a little bi,” I admitted.

“So you enjoyed the show?”

“Yes.” I lightly kissed Gigi’s upturned ass before giving her ass a little pat. “I enjoyed it and then some.”

Gigi fell over on her side and looked at me. “That was great. Did you...did you get to cum yet?”

I shook my head. “I don’t need to cum. This was...this was great.”

“Maybe if you gave me a little head, I could get it up for her,” said Brent. I’m sure he would have been thrilled to be able to say he fucked two women on the same night.

For some strange reason, I didn’t want him to have that bragging right.

Unexpectedly, Gigi came to my aid. “I’m not going to suck your cock,” she said firmly and then shifted her eyes to me. “But I wouldn’t be averse to watching a show.”

Brent was confused. “But...how…?”

I laughed at him. “I think your best friend wants to watch me masturbate.”

Gigi didn’t say anything, but she nodded. That was all I needed.

I was an exhibitionist, that I knew. And a voyeur. And a lot of things. I could sense all sorts of possibilities of things I could do with Brent and Gigi, but now was not the time to explore them all.

Climbing up on the bed, I flopped next to Gigi, but I kept my panties on. Not for modesty, but because I was in too much of a hurry. Plunging my hand down between my legs, I rubbed myself hard and fast. It only took a few seconds. This was too much to contemplate. I came and I came hard.

If my panties weren’t already soaked, I would have made them so. I rolled to my side and moaned loudly as I came, my thighs clamped around my hand. 

 

Chapter Two

 

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“It’s fine. You two haven’t seen each other in how long?” After we recovered from our unusual sexual encounter, I put my skirt back on while Brent had put on his robe. Gigi was in the bathroom.

“Months,” he reported.

“I didn’t know you had a friend with benefits,” I said and gave him a kiss. “It’s fine that you do.”

“She’s more than a friend with benefits.”

“A girlfriend?” I prompted, half teasing and half curious as to his answer.

“No. Not exactly. Not that. I don’t know how to define it.”

“If I leave for the night, are you going to fuck her again?”

He didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Yes.”

I laughed happily. “Good. Fuck her. Have fun with her.”

He paused. “Why do I feel like I just fucked up?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because my girlfriend is telling me to spend the night with my friend with benefits and I don’t want to lose you over this.”

“I just went down on your friend with benefits and made her cum. Do you really think you’re going to lose me?”

“I want you to spend the night with us.”

It was already late. It was past midnight. I wanted to go home for a very good reason. “Your bed is too small,” I told him, which was mostly the case. It was queen sized, not tiny, but too small for the three of us. “Go have fun. We’ll have some of our own fun tomorrow.”

I left him. Gigi was still in the bathroom. Maybe she was hiding, maybe she had an elaborate bedtime preparation ritual, but I was certain that if I saw her again, I wouldn’t leave.

On the drive home I went through every possible emotion. Elation. Depression. Confusion. Lust. Hunger. Ennui. Disassociation. Happiness. Fear. Anger. Disgust. Joy. Pity. Envy. Jealousy.

Love.

I’ll admit it. I had ulterior motives about leaving them.

No, I wasn’t cheating on Brent. 

It was almost something worse.

Back at my small house I settled in for the night. I had too much energy just to go to sleep. I could have crawled into bed and masturbated a second time and put myself to sleep, but I didn’t want that.

I was too worried. 

Brent hadn’t been exaggerating about our first hookup. He had spanked me and fucked me in the ass. We both knew we were kinky. I hadn’t revealed everything to him yet. Apparently tonight was his night to reveal that he had a strange sexual history with a very nice woman whom he didn’t want something more permanent with.

I still worried I was a lot kinkier than him.

I hadn’t yet shown him all the bondage equipment in my closet. Not the leather, the chains, the restraints, the cock rings, the buttplugs, the nipple clamps, the whips, the paddles, the gags, and all the other things that made sex fun.

I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be freaked out by it. 

Most of my most recent past lovers and boyfriends I had met online. Upfront they knew what I was into. My chance meeting with Brent threw all of that into disarray. 

It made things difficult.

But he would be able to move past that awkwardness once I revealed all to him.

The tough part would be two other small pieces of my personal and sexual history.

The toughest part would be dealing with my other, current sexual outlet. My outlet other than Brent.

I turned on my laptop and pulled up the porn sites where I regularly posted my pictures.

My nudes.

I didn’t worry too much about my postings. I never showed my face. My body is moderately generic. I’m always careful to obscure my tattoos in the pics.

I started doing it for fun. Where is the justice in the world if a sexually active woman can’t post nudes of herself for a little sexual relief?

Okay, yeah. I did masturbate to my own pictures.

Okay, that’s not completely true. I masturbated to the comments that guys, and some girls, made about my pictures. 

I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I knew that if I wanted this to work with Brent, I had to tell him.

I had a lot to tell him. 

I wished I had thought to ask him to take a few pictures of me while I masturbated in front of him and Gigi.

I wished I had taken a few pictures of my own.

I tried not to think about what the two of them were doing in bed together, and then I stopped not thinking about it and let my imagination run wild. 

I masturbated a second time, came hard, and put myself to sleep.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Brent came over to my place mid-morning with coffee and bagels. Well, coffee for him and tea for me, because I’m classy. He let himself in, which both freaked me out and thrilled me. I wasn’t sure we were at that point in our relationship yet, but I had just watched him fuck his best friend while I got myself off to it, so there shouldn’t be many secrets between us.

Except I had a huge amount of secrets I was keeping from him. 

He called out when he walked into my place. I should have locked the door, but I was glad that I didn’t. I was still naked in bed. 

“In here,” I replied nervously, as if I would be anywhere else at such an early hour on a Saturday. 

Brent walked in drinks in hand and the bagel bag under his elbow. 

“Gimmie gimmie!” I blabbered, stealing the bag from him, yanking out my asiago cheese covered with cream cheese in the middle of the sliced bagel. After taking a bite, I sipped the tea. He had gotten it right. English breakfast with sugar, no cream.

Although he came bearing gifts, Brent remained quiet as we started eating. “Where’s Greta?” I asked just to break the silence.

“She’s visiting her parents.”

“Do they know that she arrived last night?”

“No. And they don’t know about the extent of my relationship with her. And my parents are similarly in the dark.”

“Gotcha. I won’t say a thing to those four people I’ve never met.”

“How are...how are you doing with all this?” he asked nervously.

I threw back the covers to show him I was naked. It didn’t make him any less nervous. 

“I came home last night and fucked myself so hard I passed out.”

“Is that good?”

“Fuck me right now and I’ll tell you.”

It wasn’t the height of seduction, but it worked. 

Brent placed his coffee on the nightstand and took my tea away from me. He crawled on top of  my body, pressing me down into the bed, kissing me. I didn’t like the taste of coffee on his lips, but I suffered through it as he moved down to my neck and then shoulders and then my breasts, drawing a nipple into his mouth, making me sigh in contentment.

He kept moving further down. I opened my thighs for him and he went right to my pussy, dragging his tongue through my narrow strip of pubic hair before parting my labia. Brent never had trouble finding my clit and he went right for it this morning. 

In a matter of moments I was soaking wet, not because he was dancing his tongue all around and over my clit but because I had conjured up in my head images from last night.

Of Brent fucking Greta. I wanted to fuck Greta again. I wanted to watch him fuck her again. 

It was all too much. He made me cum. I didn’t want Brent to get a big head about how good he was at eating pussy. He was good at it, but that alone hadn’t made me cum just then.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked lifting up his face from my pussy.

“Uh-huh.” I reached down for his belt to open up his pants, but my hands fumbled around not knowing what to do.

Brent quickly yanked off his shirt and then opened up his pants. That was good. It allowed me to put my hand between my legs and rub my pussy. I just wanted his cock in me. I was desperate for it.

There was no justice in the world that I had seen him fuck another woman and I still  wanted him.

Once his pants were off he took his cock in hand and ran it up and down my swampy slit, getting the head wet. Once he found my entrance, he plunged the entirety of his length into me.

I gasped at the sudden pleasure of being filled up.

Only after he started fucking me did I realize exactly what we were doing.

We had already had sex so many times that I had lost count. That was fine. I had fallen hard for Brent so only a few weeks into our relationship we dispensed with using condoms and just relied fully on my birth control, which was great because I loved feeling him cumming in me. I loved not having that barrier between us.

As I lifted up my legs and hooked my ankles together behind his back, I realized his bare cock had been inside Gigi. We were fluid bonded and I hadn’t given it a second thought.

Even though it was incredibly hot to see him fuck her, maybe I should have been a little more cautious before we went that far.

“What did you do after I left?” I asked, grabbing his face between my hands and kissing him.

“Went to sleep.”

“Liar.”

He grinned at me. “We kissed and I made her cum with my hand. Then we went to sleep.”

I took his hand and brought it to my face. It smelled vaguely of coffee and bagels. I wanted it to smell of Gigi’s pussy. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” I moaned to him. 

“I fucked her this morning,” he then added.

I kissed him again. “Of course you did. How long ago?” His cock was reaching all the way inside me, hitting all the right spots. I loved dirty talk during sex. It made it more intense. I shifted the angle of my hips so his cock rubbed along my g-spot.

“Right before I left to get breakfast for you.”

“Thanks for thinking of me.”

“I didn’t even shower,” he added.

I gasped. That’s just what I wanted to hear. “You’re filthy! You’re fucking me with a dirty dick?”

He laughed at me. “It’s not dirty!”

“Does it have her cum all over it?”

“Well...I didn’t shower,” he repeated.

I couldn’t help myself. It was too much, his words and my thoughts and his cock in my pussy. 

I came. I came hard.

I was almost ashamed at how intense my orgasm was.