A Good Girl's Manual: To Being Shared!!!

CHAPTER ONE

THE CHEAT’S DILEMMA

Monica Brookes was not sleeping. She was simply staring off into nothing as her mind wandered off. She thought about random things: her fiancée, her parents, her friends, this getaway she had going on here in Georgia.

Everything was unfolding in her mind, like on a big screen.

She did not have the drive or energy to get up. The bed was just so comfortable that she did not mind lying there until the end of the world.

But as time wore on, she realized she had to eat. There was a raging hunger at the pit of her stomach, and she needed to fill it up as soon as possible. She had eaten noodles back at Ken’s house, but unfortunately it seemed that was not enough to hold her for the entire day. Noodles had not been designed for such a purpose.

When she could not take it anymore, she turned in the bed and picked up her phone. It was already late in the day, almost six in the evening. If she was still going to host Scott and his friend tonight, then she would have to eat. A lot.

Idly, she wondered how it was going to be for her.

She was really considering this. How on earth could she consider jumping from one man’s bed to another man’s arms just in the space of a few hours? It was now beginning to look like she was in a race of sorts.

But she had set up an appointment, she had given her word, and she had to keep it. It would not look good on her part if she canceled now.

Yes, the sex with Ken had been great, mind-blowing even. But that did not mean she had to dump Scott, her original plan right from the start. Moreover, he was readily available, as opposed to Ken, who would have other things like his wife and his job to keep him occupied.

Over the past few days, she had had so much sex, more than she had in the past two years. She had cum more than she had done in her entire life. And that was not an exaggeration. This thing she was feeling, it was so good. Why the hell was it forbidden? Why could she not go to the rooftops and sing about it? Why should she have to hide such things and be so secretive about it?

These were the rules of being human, and she had to play her cards right if she did not want things to get out of hand. And she was going to make sure nothing got out of hand. But meanwhile, she would prepare herself for Scott’s arrival.

Maybe tonight would be as remarkable as last night.

With a deep sigh, she pushed herself up from the bed and sat up, burying her head in her palms as she tried to clear the grogginess from her head. Even though she had not been asleep, she was still feeling like she had slept for years.

She felt a soft rumble in her stomach; she really needed to eat.

She got up from the bed and walked naked to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, staring into the mirror as all her sensors kicked into overdrive as they came awake.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead…” she muttered to her reflection.

The little sleep and rest she had gotten had not been in vain; she did not look tired anymore, and she did not feel it as well. By the time she was done washing her face, even the grogginess was gone as well.

She wore a polo today and jeans. As usual, the jeans were pencil and stuck to her legs like a second skin, but the polo was baggy. So she made up for it by tying off one of its ends; this made the hem slant up a bit, showing off her ass. It was a style she had picked up here in Georgia, and she was beginning to see the wisdom.

She really enjoyed having guys check out her ass when she walked by.

It usually meant only one thing: they would imagine her sitting on their faces.

She picked up her purse and her phone. She made sure her ATM card was in there, and she picked up her key card as well. Then she made her way out of the room and locked the door behind her.

The first thing she heard when she stepped out into the hallowed hallway was the laughter. It was loud and careless, as if the person doing it was not concerned about being heard. And it was a woman’s laughter.

But as she walked, Monica could also hear a man’s deeper laughter.

She rolled her eyes. Why did they not utilize the soundproof features of the hotel? The point of the soundproofing was so they did not have to disturb other customers.

As she closed in on the room, she saw that it was the same room she had stumbled on earlier with the open door while the occupants had been fucking. It was still open, but now they were not fucking. She could see them drinking and smoking, laughing at nothing in particular. The man was wearing only tight boxers, with a glass of what looked like tequila in one hand and a blunt in the other. The lady was half naked as well, wearing only her panties. She was also holding a drink, but she and the man were sharing the blunt. Taking a puff and passing it on to the other.

Monica had no idea if this woman was the same one who had been moaning the other time; she had not seen the other person’s face.

Turning her face away, she continued her walk down the passage.

For all she knew, they could be married or dating, and no one was cheating. Or they could both be in serious relationships and instead came to the hotel to fuck each other’s brains out.

“Oh, shut up, Monica!” she berated herself as she walked into the elevator. In a fit of temper, she punched the button for the ground floor.

She had no idea why this was affecting her like this; she had no right to judge either of them for what they chose to do with their lives. Or could it just be that she saw herself in them because she believed without a doubt that they were cheating? The same way she had seen herself in Ken because she was also sure he was cheating on his wife.

What exactly was she doing? Was she looking for kindred spirits? By finding enough cheats around her, she would be able to believe that this thing she was doing could be normal. Maybe the guilt she was keeping at bay, shutting down over and over so she could continue, would not haunt her so much. She knew she would not be able to fight it forever, but she would definitely have to come to terms with how much this trip has changed her life.

That would be the only way to truly move forward from what she was doing.

But that was still a topic for another day. For the rest of her stay here in Georgia, everything would go as planned. She would still fuck Scott and his friend tonight, see where it goes, and find out if she was a threesome person.

If not, she would just move on from it as if it were a bad experience.

 

CHAPTER TWO

A SLUT IN CRISIS

Outside the hotel, the sun was low and had lost most of its heat. She walked leisurely through the compound and out into the busy roads of Atlanta. The fact that it was evening meant that there was even more traffic than at any other time of the day. Cars were packed side by side like sardines. 

She pushed her way through the evening traffic, looking for the nearest restaurant after the last one she had been to. It took a while, but she finally found another one. She walked in and immediately placed an order. She went to the counter and made the order instead of going to sit down and wait for the waiter to come and get them for her. That was just how hungry she was.

By the time she was done, she felt so full she did not even know how she would be able to get herself home.

She was there for over an hour before she finally pushed herself out of the chair and walked out of the restaurant. By this time, night had already fallen, and the roads were lit up brightly. Both from the buildings and from passing cars. But there were still a lot of people on the roads, so she tightened her hold on her purse as she pushed through the crowd of pedestrians.

She could see ladies dressed in all shades of indecency; she spared them a glance and then continued on her way.

She got back to the hotel without any hassle. She went straight up to her floor. As she walked past the room she had peeped into earlier, she saw that it was still half open. This time they were fucking once more. They were on the floor, and she could see their legs; he was on top and driving hard against her. She could hear the slap of his body against hers as he slammed into her. She could also hear the woman’s moans of pleasure filter through the door.

No, this was definitely a different woman. The moan was different.

She had no idea what confirming this did for her. She just acted like before; she ignored them and continued on her way until she locked herself up in her room once more.

She leaned against the door as she wondered. Now that she had gotten what she wanted, now what? The man in the other room was definitely a cheat, just like her. He probably had a wife at home, so he brought his girls here. Different girls, mind you.

Monica looked around her; he was just like her.

She brought different men here to fuck her brains out while her own man waited for her back in the house. But the thing about it was that she was enjoying it so much, and she was even looking forward to the next tryst, even when she knew she was not supposed to be doing it in the first place.

And then, there was Ken. She had felt that level of camaraderie with him since the first time they had met, and she had not been wrong. Was Ken just a reflection of who she would become? A lady who would comfortably bring other men into her home, but still retain love for her husband. Would that truly be possible?

Ken was doing it, and it was working so well for him; he loved his wife too much for him to soil their matrimonial bed, or their bedroom, for that matter. He did not mind soiling other parts of the house. And then, this man next door, he probably loved his woman too much to take the girls home.

Could it be that the man next door reflected her present while Ken stood for her future? Could she really let it get to that level?

She let out a deep sigh as she slid down the wall and sat on the floor, dropping her purse beside her as she cradled her head in her hands.

What the hell was happening to her?

The plan was that she would do all she wanted for a week and then return home to be with her husband. And her husband alone.

But look at her now, barely four days in, and she was already contemplating cheating on her husband that she was even yet to get married to. This was not the plan at all. She had to take control of the situation before her feelings hijacked it and made her do something she would no doubt regret.

She would continue as scheduled, but she would watch herself now so that she did not get too attached to this life. No matter how addictive it might feel. Once she was done with everything she came to Georgia for, she would pack up her bags and get out of this state. Leaving everything that had happened behind. So she could move on with her life.

It might not be easy, but she would just have to brave it. She had no choice. There was so much to lose, and she could not put that in jeopardy.

Taking a reassuring breath, she pushed herself back to her feet, feeling better about herself. She took off her polo and tossed it into the laundry basket; the jean trousers went soon after.

Taking her phone from the purse, she made her way naked to the bed and cuddled up with one of the pillows.

She still had no idea how the rest of her stay in Georgia would go, but she was willing to guess. She knew everything was going to continue moving according to plan because she had put quite a lot into keeping everything on the low. And that was how it would go until she had to go back home.

And after that, she came up blank. She did not know how her life would be once she returned to Hughie, the amount of changes she would have gone through, and the type of decisions she would begin to make.

She did not know, and what she did not know could very well kill her.

Just then, her phone began to vibrate. The screen lit up, and she saw that it was Scott who was calling her.

She answered it, “Hello.”

“Hi, Monica.” His sexy voice came through; hearing it whenever she was going through a crisis of sorts always just made it all seem like it was worth it. She realized she still wanted to continue fucking him. So bad.

“What’s up, babe…” she muttered, hugging the pillow closer to herself.

“Where are you?”

“Where else? I am in my hotel room. You need to stop asking this question.”

“Nah… you could have been at Catalina’s place.”

She shrugged, “You do have a point, though.”

“Just keep your sexy body there, okay? We are on our way.”

We…. The word rang through her head.

This threesome was really happening.

“Okay,” she muttered. “I am waiting.”

“See you soon.”

And the line went dead.

She dropped the phone on the bed as she let out a sigh. It was happening now, whether anyone liked it or not.

She was about to add to her sins against her future husband.

 

CHAPTER THREE

TWO MEN AND ONE WOMAN

Sitting naked on the bed, Monica picked up the television remote and turned it on. It was still on the music channel, and as she watched it, her mind was not even on it in any way. She was watching the music videos and hearing the songs, but she was not even registering them. Even though the songs felt familiar, she just could not bring herself to understand them.

Her mind was all over the place with what she was about to do. She was about to take a major step in this week of trystS. One step she had not seen coming at all. And she had no idea how it would all end up. Things could most definitely blow up in her face.

It could be that the guy Scott was coming with could be a tattletale, and he could somehow find a way to leak all this to social media. Or even worse, her father.

But then, even Scott does not know her status. She did not inform him of her father’s standing in the country; she had not wanted it to be a deciding factor in how their short relationship went. All she wanted was cruise and fun; she did not want pesky things like money getting in the way of that. And so far, she was succeeding.

That was why she was enjoying Scott so much; he truly had no problem. But what if his friend was different from him?

At the moment, she had no idea what she would do if the guy decided to stir up trouble for her. But then, if there was one thing she was definitely sure of, it was the fact that she would most definitely handle it. She was sure she would handle it all and come out on top. Anything else would just be detrimental.

She looked around the sparse hotel room; nothing was out of place. After all, she was the kind of person who always made sure to put things back in the place she had taken them from. So, the room could not get any neater than it already was. As she was, she was ready for Scott and his friend.

She wondered how he would be, what kind of person he would be. Would he be as muscular as Scott? What about his dick, would it be bigger or smaller? She had no idea if she would be able to handle two dicks the size of Scott’s at the same time. Even worse when it was bigger. No, she would not be able to at all.

Fuck… how the hell was she going to do this?

As the time crept on, she began to feel the nerves she had felt the first night she met Scott. Back then she had been nervous because it was the first time she was cheating on her fiancée. She had really come far from that moment; it felt so long ago now. Seeing as she had now cheated not with one but with three. And the number keeps on growing.

Wow… she was really moving up the ladder.

“Fuck…” she groaned, turning in her bed as she hugged a pillow close to her and tucked it between her legs. How the hell was she going to handle two guys with all these nerves?

Back when she and Scott had first fucked, he had been the one to take charge and begin the process. She could only hope that he would take charge again tonight. That was what was going to determine if this would be a great night. Or it would be a bum.

At that moment, she heard a knock on the door.

She felt a thud in her chest as she looked at the door.

“Fuck…” she muttered. They were here.

As they knocked again, she pushed herself off the bed and hurriedly took her nightgown. She was wearing it as she made her way to the door. Just as they were knocking for the third time, she took hold of the knob and turned it, pulling the door open.

“Hello, Monica…” Scott muttered as he stood on the other side of the door, smiling disarmingly at her.

“Hi… what’s up?”

“We are here,” he told her. Then his friend walked into view. “I would love you to meet Musky.”

She looked at the man in question and swallowed visibly. “Hi…”

She felt something akin to cold water wash all over her as she took him in.

He was not as drop-dead gorgeous as Scott was, but he was even more muscular. He was wearing a thin polo that did little to his perfectly ripped body. She could clearly see the outline of pecs and abs, and she could just imagine running her fingers along the ridges.

She swallowed once more, feeling a familiar stirring of hunger flow through her.

“Uhm…” Scott coughed as she stood staring for more than a few seconds. “This is the part where we come in, Monica.”

“Oh… I am so sorry. Forgive me.” And she stepped back to give them passage.

The two men walked past her into the room; she could catch a whiff of their perfume, and that seemed to add to the allure and charm they were exuding. These men were about to fuck her brains out, hours after another man had done it to her.

Could life get any better?

She closed t