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Original erotica from Guy New York. From love and kink to swingers and hotwives, I hope you find something you enjoy!

A Young And Faithless Wife (an excerpt from my new cuck book out next week)

A Young and Faithless Wife

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“Fuck that’s good.”

Clara and I looked up to see the bartender from the Tiki Bar, the one person she had been flirting with all day, settling into the hot steamy waters just across from us. He smiled as he slid into the tub and closed his eyes as he stretched his strong arms out on either side.

“What a coincidence,” I said quietly shaking my head.

“Not really.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told him to find us. Don’t be mad.”

“Clara!” I said almost too loudly. He looked over at us, but if he was bothered by my outburst he didn’t say so. Instead, he leaned his muscled arms against the edge of the hot tub as his head fell back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to watch me do something?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said, not answering her question. After her day of teasing me about it, touching me as she whispered her little fantasies into my ear, and getting me so close to coming that I might fall in love with a breeze if it came too close, I was in a rare state. On one hand, I didn’t believe her. And on the other, the thought of her following through was both terrifying and exciting. I had spent the afternoon thinking about her college friends, along with every other man she teased me about, and it nearly felt normal.

“So, it’s up to me,” she said. It took me a few moments to realize that was not a question.

“Clara, please. Maybe we should go inside.”

“But look at him. He’s handsome and young and he has been looking at me all day. We’re on vacation, Chris. Don’t be so uptight.”

“Clara, I don’t think asking you not to make out with a stranger makes me uptight.”

“Just no fun.”

It was getting ridiculous, and I found myself growing angry along with everything else. The more I thought about it the more absurd it all became until I said the words that would change everything.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

“I love you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. I tried to turn away, but she held me in her hand and then kissed my lips. “I mean it. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”

“I love you too,” I confessed.

“Good,” she said as she stood up and moved across the tub to the far side. I stared at her in awe, still not believing she had the nerve to talk to the man let alone anything else. But she sat down next to him and then turned to him with a smile I knew too well. He looked back with a goofy grin, and I wondered if they had some way of communicating that I didn’t understand.

“I’m Clara,” I heard her say quietly. “In case you wanted to know.”

“John,” he said, awkwardly shaking her hand. “That’s your husband.”

Again, there was no question, and yet it was the biggest question of all.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head and not looking away. “He’s the best.”

“You guys look cute, although I seriously thought you were one of the teenagers. Not to be creepy.”

“I don’t mind a little creepy,” she said, sliding closer to him on the bench.

All of my choices felt horrible at the same time. My wife was flirting with a handsome young man right in front of me, and she had already at least implied that I didn’t mind. In fact, when he looked up at me all I could think to do was smile and wave, and it felt stupid and ridiculous and my god, why was I hard again?

Maybe it was her hand on his shoulder, or maybe it was the way he stared at her without an ounce of shame. Maybe it was the fact that I had let her go, and maybe it was her constant teasing that put me in such a state of arousal, but I could no more tell them to stop than I could look away.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning in closer to him. She turned and gave me one last look before leaning in and pressing her lips to his ear. The moment lasted forever and I could hardly believe I was seeing it. The small act felt more intimate than anything, and I could see his expression change at her words. He looked up at me once more and blushed, before nodding his head slowly. Clara stood up and walked to me through the thick steam.

“You are the best husband in the world,” she said, planting a kiss on my lips.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“Come closer,” she said, taking my hand and moving me to the other side of the young man. He looked back and forth between us before pulling himself up to sit on the edge. She kissed me again, before moving between his legs up and looking up at his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I couldn’t tell if it was addressed to me or her.

“What do you think?” she asked, reaching behind her and untying the straps to her top. It fell lifelessly into the water, and suddenly my beautiful wife was standing topless in front of a stranger.

“Clara,” I gasped, wondering how she could be so perfect. The steam rose around her as she knelt on the bench, moving even closer to the bartender.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, reaching down and touching her chin. When she opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips, I realized that I had stopped breathing. I still didn’t believe she would go further, and yet I struggled not to instantly pull myself from my suit and fuck her right there in the hot tub.

“Show it to me,” she whispered, and I inched closer to them without thinking. It was impossible and yet it was true all the same. I watched, mesmerized as he looked about once more before unzipping his shorts and reaching one hand inside them. Clara had a hand on each of his knees and she leaned in closer even as he reached out with his other hand to touch her breasts. My mouth was open as I watched him feel her up, but it was a moment instantly eclipsed by another.

“Oh god,” she said, licking her lips as he pulled his semi-hard cock out into the night air. He wrapped his hand around it, sliding up and down it a few times, before releasing it.

“Do you like it?” he asked, nearly shy in his questioning. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t cry out as she nodded her head as one hand moved as if someone else was controlling it. Clara reached out so slowly I nearly lost my mind, and then wrapped her fingers around him, encircling his cock with a gentle squeeze.

And the moment I’ll never forget, the thing that is burned into my memory and won’t let me go, lasted only a second. My wife, my love, and my dearest girl looked at me with such perfect combination of want, love, and lust that I found myself nodding as she leaned forward. She looked up at him next, but that brief frozen moment of time would return again and again. Because no matter what else I had done, I had just said yes….

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Jason Makes a Move (Excerpt from The Summer I Watched My Wife)

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“Close the door,” she said, as she stood looking at me with her glass of wine in one hand and the other on her hip. I shut it behind me and walked in quickly, stepping up in front of her so I could take her all in at once.

“You look incredible,” I said, kissing her gently. “If I had known you were wearing that under your dress, I would have suggested we come upstairs sooner.”

“I thought I should be prepared,” she said, leaning her head down against my own. She kissed me lightly on the lips before pulling back. “You know, in case anything happened.”

“It looked like something was happening in the kitchen,” I whispered, hoping I wouldn’t ruin the moment. I had no illusions that we could return to the night before, and half of me expected her to never mention it again. I suppose it just shows you how crappy a psychologist I must be.

“It wasn’t much of anything, but that boy is incorrigible.”

“What did he say?” I asked, putting my wine glass down on the table before returning to wrap my arms around my wife.

“It’s not what he said,” she whispered, her face blushing the lightest shade of red. “Well, not just that.”

“What did he do?”

“He stood behind me and told me I looked lovely.”

“That doesn’t sound too forward,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“At first,” she said, looking up into my eyes. “But then he stepped closer to me, and I could feel him against my ass. I don’t know what he was doing in the bathroom, but he was hard as a rock.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. I had seen him adjust himself, and he had been standing close enough to Maria to touch her, but I hadn’t believed Fiona’s claim that he was genuinely interested.

“He was so hard,” she sighed, kissing me again before lying back on the bed with her legs barely open. “Come onto the bed, and I’ll tell you the rest.”

She opened her legs wider as she said it, and I didn’t have to be asked twice. I lay down on my stomach and kissed her right leg from the calf all the way up to her thigh before moving to the left one. She sighed as she adjusted herself, but she was otherwise silent as I moved back up. I kissed her gently through the black satin, and she arched her back and moaned before I pulled it to the side and opened my mouth on her wet skin.

“That’s it,” she said, reaching down and grabbing me by the hair. “Just like that.”

“Tell me more,” I said pausing just long enough to look up at her beautiful face.

“He grabbed my hips at first,” she moaned, pushing me back down. “And he pushed against me, letting me feel his big cock against my ass as he whispered in my ear.”

I slid two fingers inside her, turning them up so I could rub her g-spot, and she sighed even louder as she spread her legs wide. My mouth was on her clit as I pictured him holding her, and she was wetter than I had seen her in months. I licked her up and down, teasing her lips and thighs before opening and fucking her faster with my fingers.

“I could barely hear what he was saying, but my god could I feel it. And just when I thought he would leave, he reached one hand around me and slipped it into the front of my dress.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, pausing just long enough to ask the question.

“He slid it under my bra and cupped one breast in his hand before pinching my nipple for just a second. He was still hard against me, but I couldn’t say a thing. I couldn’t believe he was so forward and for a moment I thought you might be upset.”

“Never,” I moaned into her pussy, my tongue nearly frantic as I felt her clench around my fingers and lift her ass off the bed. She was close to coming, and I didn’t stop as she held me where she wanted me most.

“It was only for a second, but it was enough. His hard cock was against my ass, his hand was inside my dress, and when he said the words, I practically came right there. That insanely hot young man told me…”

“What?” I said, practically begging her to continue. I kept going, my cock close to bursting at the thought of his audacity and her clear response to it. I was rubbing against the bed as I ate her and fingered her, and I could picture everything that I had only glimpsed from the couch.

“He told me he wanted to fuck me. Just like that. It was only a whisper in my ear, but it was so clear that I’ll never forget. I want to fuck you, Maria, he moaned, and then he was gone, and I was left shaking in front of the sink with a soaking wet cunt and…”

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Loving Her More

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“Is she prettier than I am?” she asked, her lip trembling at the question.

This was a new game for us, but I knew the answer the second she asked it. I had asked her the same thing, albeit with different words, for a long time. I knew how she felt asking, and I could feel that perfect combination of fear and excitement about to explode.

“Of course she is,” I whispered, my fingers between her legs and my mouth against her cheek. “But it’s not just that. She’s pretty of course, but she’s also so much sweeter than you. She’s tender and kind, and she doesn’t fuck anyone who asks. Unlike some filthy girls I know.”

“I’m sorry,” she moaned, clenching around my fingers before letting me roll her to her stomach. “Do you like fucking her more than me?”

That last question slipped out through gritted teeth as if she could prepare for the answer. Even as I pressed against her, teasing her with the possibility that I might refrain, I knew she was bracing for my words as much as anything else.

“She’s so much tighter,” I said, pushing inside her in an instant. “She feels amazing when I fuck her, not like this filthy cunt. She cries and kisses me, but it doesn’t matter. I know that she belongs all to me, not like you. I know that she’s my good girl until the slut I’m fucking now.”

“Please,” was all she could say, her sobs real as I pushed deeper inside her until she cried out. I wrapped one arm around her throat as I fucked her harder, and for a moment there were no more words left. She clenched around me even as her tears flowed, and I didn’t stop. I squeezed tighter, I thrust harder, and then I said the words that would end it all.

“She’s prettier and she’s tighter, but there’s more,” I said, feeling her push closer to the edge with each moment.

“What else,” she begged, her fingers between her legs as well, rubbing her clit with a ferocity I hadn’t seen in days. “Please tell me. Please say it.”

“It’s not just that she’s prettier and more innocent. It’s not just that she’s all mine and I love fucking her more than any girl I’ve ever met. It’s not just that she’s sweeter than you.”

“Please,” she cried once more as I found myself also on the edge. There was no point in holding back anything at all.

“I also love her so much more,” I said, and we were done. I came quickly and fiercely as her fingers worked harder and faster, her own orgasm tearing through her body in wave after wave of relief. I pressed down against her, the weight of my body pinning her to the bed even as I released my grip around her neck. She shook and cried as we came, and I wrapped my arms around her without hardly moving at all.

And then I was kissing her hair and holding her with all the affection in the world. She turned and kissed me too, whispering words of thank you as I stopped myself from apologizing. I held her as I choked on the words that I was tempted to say, forcing myself to remember it was just a game.

“I love you more than I can ever say. You know that, right?” I kissed her nose and then held her to my chest. She was warm and still trembling, but she didn’t move for a long time.

“I know,” she said when she finally looked up. “After that, how could I not believe you?”

Why Him?

“Why him?” I asked as she crawled into bed. She pushed the blanket down before rolling over and looking at me. I stared back, her naked body starting to shiver in the cold room.

“Because you’ve been nice to me for too long.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” she said, reaching between her legs with one hand and mine with the other, “that you haven’t hurt me in a long time. You haven’t held me down, you haven’t slapped me, and you haven’t called me horrible things while you fucked me in way too long.”

“You’re trying to make me angry,” I whispered, pushing her hand away from my cock. It wasn’t so much that I hated him as it was that he treated her like shit. He was obnoxious, rude, and arrogant. And she had gone back to him just to piss me off.

“He made me come,” she said, rolling to her back and ignoring me. “He laughed when I showed up and told me that he knew I’d come back when I got tired of nice. He said he knew I was a little slut who would always come back for his cock.”

“It’s not going to work,” I said, trying to ignore her words. Real anger had no place in our sex life and I wasn’t going to have it. We can pretend all night long, but I was not going to fuck her out of hate.

Of course, we hadn’t pretended in months. Maybe longer.

“I might do it again tomorrow,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster. “He said he wanted my ass for lunch. He said he’d come down to my office, and he’d fuck me in the conference room without anyone knowing.”

“Fuck you,” I said, reaching down and finding myself hard in spite of everything.

“He’s so fucking good. I don’t even like him, but god can he fuck me.”

And then I was on her, with her hands pinned above her head like we had just met. My cock was pressed against her soaking wet cunt and she was smiling at me like she had won. But I didn’t care.

“You fucking whore,” I growled, forcing her legs open so wide she cried out. “You’re not going to fuck him ever again, no matter what you want.”

“I promised him tomorrow,” she said, shaking her head and sticking out her tongue. “He’s gonna take my ass because you’re too lazy to fuck me right.”

I slapped her twice before finally pushing into her wet pussy. And then I was on her, slamming into her as I hit her again and again as she laughed and spat, telling me I would never be meaner than she could take. I rolled her onto her stomach a second later and slid back inside her even as I pushed her face into the pillow.

“Sluts don’t need to talk,” I said, wrapping my arm around her throat as I fucked her harder and faster. “You just need to lie there and be used. You’re just a fucking cunt for me to come in.”

She moaned and pushed back onto me, but her gasps lacked any clarity even as my vision blurred. Her once cold body was covered in sweat and I forgot every good thing I had ever known. I was angry, I was afraid, and I was done with being nice even if it wouldn’t last. But the harder I fucked her, the tighter I squeezed her, and the rougher my hands were, the louder she moaned. Pushing her head into the pillow to silence her I shut out everything else and focused on just one thing. I was going to fuck her until I came.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” I groaned again. “Your cunt is mine and your ass is mine, and no one gets to fuck you without my permission. I’m gonna come in this filthy pussy and you’re going to beg me to forgive you.”

“Yes,” she cried out, as she began to clench around my cock. I somehow managed to work two fingers up her ass as we fucked, and all she could do was scream and shake as she came around me.

I followed close behind her, filling her cunt again and again even as I held her to the bed. My mind was empty, my body exhausted, and still, I thrust into her, wanting to hurt her and love her all at the same time. And in the final moment, in the last second, before my body was given back to me, every word and every ounce of anger was true and real and I had not a single regret.

“You’re mine,” I mumbled one last time as I collapsed onto her back, my cock still pulsing within her as I untangled my arm from her throat. I kissed her neck and her hair, but I didn’t move as I wrapped my arms around her. She knew me better than I did, and maybe that was love and maybe it was something else. But maybe that didn’t matter.

“You’re mine,” I said one more time.

“I know,” she said quietly. “I know.”

The Beach Party (Erotica from Pill X: Spring Break)

As luck would have it, Rob did not have to work all evening. As much fun as he had with that dude’s wife, and as hot as it was around the pool, he was ready to get the hell out of there and have some real sex.

So, he passed the bar over to the new guy, told him to watch out for the black girl with the white husband who likes to fuck bartenders, and he was gone. It was a good start to Pill Day, but there was so much more out there, and he was gonna get it.

His buddy had invited him to a private event outside his giant mansion on the beach where they had set up three cabanas, two bars, a whole bunch of couches, and more things to fuck on that he could count. Decadent didn’t even start to describe it, and so Rob didn’t even try. By the time he arrived, it was already going full blast.

“Hey, I know you,” a girl said, walking up to him as he stepped up onto the wooden deck. “You work at the hotel bar, right? You fucked that married guy’s wife.”

“Oh hey, you saw that, huh?”

“I had a good view from my room.”

“Wait, are you the girl that started it? The girl the husband banged to piss off the wife, so she banged us? I should probably buy you a drink.”

“Hey, it was my pleasure. Okay, probably it was his, but still, I didn’t mind. I kinda have a thing for married guys, and I got him to fuck my ass ‘cause his wife has never let him.”

“That’s hilarious,” Rob said. “Because I got to come inside her, ’cause she’s never let him do that either! Jesus, they’re a weird couple, but whatever. This party looks far better. I’ve had a hard-on ever since the pool.”

“I’ve been here for an hour, and I haven’t fucked anybody. I guess I’ve just been chilling with my friends, but I feel like I’m wasting my time.”

All around them people were drinking, dancing, and fucking like it was going out of style. Behind them, on a couch, a girl was going back and forth sucking off two guys at the same time, and next to her two girls were sixty-nining while people cheered. Everyone was either buck naked or close to it, and Rob had never seen anything like it. South Beach was crazy on a slow day, but this was something else entirely. Whatever the hell was in that pill, it did a whole lot more than clean you up.

“Well, why don’t we change that?” He said, stepping closer to the little blonde. She was only wearing a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, and after seeing her up on the balcony, he already knew he wanted her.

“I need something a more intense than just sex,” she said, leaning up and kissing him as she rubbed her hands up and down his strong arms.

“What did you have in mind?” he said, picking her up easily and holding her as she wrapped her legs around him.

“Something rough and mean,” she said, biting his neck.

“I can be mean,” he said, tossing her down onto a couch. “And rough.”

Rob pulled her to him with one swift yank on her ankle before tearing her bikini bottoms off. He spread her legs as he reached down to his shorts, and she gasped when he pulled it out.

“Will you slap me?” She asked, sitting up as he moved between her legs. “And choke me?”

“Whatever you want, you little slut,” he said, slapping her face gently.

“That didn’t count,” she whispered, grabbing his cock with both hands and holding it right against her open pussy. “If you don’t hit me harder, I might not let you put this monster inside me.”

“You little bitch,” he growled, hitting her again, this time hard enough for it to sting and turn her face bright red.

“Better,” she moaned, rubbing him against her wet lips. “Do it again. Harder.”

Rob pushed her down onto the couch and forced her legs open wide. He slapped her three more times, switching hands as he hovered above her, never entering her as she screamed out with each sting.

“Oh god, that’s good. Now fuck me,” she moaned, trying to push down onto him. “Please!”

“I don’t know, girl, I kind of like you begging,” he said, pulling back and hitting her again. “How do you like being teased? Maybe I won’t fuck you if you don’t beg louder.”

“Please do it!” She screamed, biting her lip as tears began to stream down her face. “Please fuck me; I need it so badly. I’ve only fucked two guys today, come on!”

Rob slid up and down between the lips of her pussy until his cock was soaking wet, and only then did he put it in, feeling her envelop him fully until his balls slapped against her ass. He started to move quickly, pounding into the blonde over and over again as he pinned her arms above her head and put his other hand around her throat…

From Pill X: Spring Break. You can find the full book here.

Are You In Trouble?

The sheets were terrible and there was no open window with a breeze flowing in. There was a half empty bottle of beer next to the bed full of cigarette butts and in the other room, someone was listening to Dolly Parton too loudly. The walls were covered in posters, and the closest thing to art was the fake Chanel purse on the floor.

We hadn’t been drinking martinis. We were wasted on tequila from the bottle with chasers of Schaefer beer. We were drunk, classy, and mostly naked.

She blew me until she nearly threw up, and I spent more time licking her thigh than anything else. Our sixty-nine was desperate and awkward and it felt more like a requirement than a good idea.

“Just fuck me,” she said as we turned around on the bed. I was still wearing boxers and socks, and her jeans were around her ankles. She had giant hoop earrings that were tangled in her hair, and her lipstick was smeared across her face. Presumably my cock too, but I didn’t look.

I tried to tear her jeans off, but I finally gave up and lifted her legs together in front of me. I pushed inside her and she made a sound that was more surprise than ecstasy. I asked if she was okay and she told me not to stop. I slipped out three times as I tried to hold her up, and it was she who managed to pull her jeans off one leg at a time.

By the time her thighs were open and I was moving rhythmically between them, someone pushed the door open with a loud yell followed by a half-hearted apology.

“I think that was my boyfriend’s brother,” she said. “Shit.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I said.

“Well, don’t fucking stop. It’s too late now anyway.”

I fucked harder, and nothing was going to last long. I tried to remember her name as I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled my head into her neck rather than to her lips. I grunted as I got closer, and she pulled me into her with two hands on my ass.

“Come on my tits or something, okay? I don’t want it inside me.”

It was all I could do to balance myself, but I pulled out and sat up as quickly as I could. The first bit landed on her stomach before shooting up her body and into her tangle of hair. I hit her chin and her neck. I hit everything but her tits, and she screamed at me as she pushed me off onto the floor.

I looked down at my cock sticking out from my boxers, and I watched it get soft as she wiped herself off with my tee shirt. I found my jeans in a corner and pulled them on as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.

“Are you in trouble?” I asked.

“He’s an asshole,” was all she said.

“I’m sorry about the hair,” I managed.

“Whatever. It’s better than getting pregnant.”

As she turned and walked out the door I found myself staring at her ass.

Take This Off

Seven and a half minutes into the sex she became theatrical.

It was a somewhat subtle shift, and since we had just met I wasn’t necessarily the best judge, but the second I started to doubt myself she made it even clearer.

“You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend,” she moaned looking right at me with a bit of a snarl. I nipped her chin and nose before thrusting back inside her, letting my curiosity build. Possibly it was something that simply turned her on, maybe a kink that made everything hotter, but I couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that she wasn’t actually talking to me.

“You like getting fucked like this?” I asked, deciding to play along as best I could. “You like my big cock filling you up?”

She moaned and groaned and pleaded yes over and over again as I leaned down once more to find a better angle. As I brushed her hair behind one ear before wrapping my hand gently around her throat, I saw it: her phone was just beneath the pillow and it was on. Someone named Mark was listening.

“Oh fuck, choke me harder. I want you to use me. Please, don’t stop,” she cried, and I gave in entirely. I didn’t care if it was a game any more.

“You are such a little slut,” I said, squeezing her tighter before slapping her just hard enough to elicit a cry.

“Again,” she begged. “Please hit me again. I’ve been such a whore.”

We grew rougher and harder as the minutes went by, and for a moment I thought the game was over. I was close to coming, she had already made epic noises indicating that she had, and our fury had reached a peak that would be hard to surpass. But then she touched my cheek and put a hand on one shoulder.

“Stop for a minute,” she whispered. “Here, let me take this off.”

She pulled the condom off me as I hovered above her rising chest, my cock hard between her legs. With one hand she rubbed me against the lips of her cunt and let out a sound somewhere between ecstasy and terror.

“Just for a second,” she pleaded. “I just want to feel your skin against mine. Just like that, just let me feel your bare cock against my cunt. It feels so much better.”

“You want it, don’t you?” I asked, teasing her as I opened her with fingers, my cock dangerously close. “You want me to fuck you just like this.”

“Oh god,” she sighed, her head turned on the pillow. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Just put it in for a second. Just a little. Please, don’t make me beg.”

“Like that?” I asked. “You want just some of it inside you?”

“Yes!” she cried as her moans turned to incoherent begging and pleading.

“If I don’t stop, I’m going to come soon,” I teased again, wondering how far it would go. How far she would go. Wondering what he wanted to hear, but suspecting I knew the answer at least as well as she did.

“I don’t care,” she finally said. “Please, just fuck me. Just like that. I want all of it inside me. Please, let me feel your bare cock.”

And then we were fucking again, skin against skin, as she cried into the hidden phone. She was impossibly wet around me and between her words and her clenching muscles the end was close.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pinning her down with my hands as I pistoned in and out of her.

“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, let me feel it inside me.”

There was no holding back as I thrust deeply within her, groaning out my own release, letting there be no doubt about what was happening. I called her names, teased her for begging, and came harder than I had in days.

She held me tightly, her legs wrapped around me as she sighed softly into my shoulder, her fingers between our bodies, gently rubbing her clit and her soaking wet cunt.

“That was perfect,” she said, reaching over and ending the call.

“Do you think he liked it?” I asked her, lying down against her sweaty body and kissing her once more.

“He’ll be hard for weeks,” she sighed, kissing me back and showing no signs of stopping.

An Easy Threesome

Threesome photo by Guy New York

I remember in college a random dude on my hall saying something like, “No one has ever actually had a threesome. People just talk about it.” And I’m sure I sounded like an asshole telling him I had probably had five or six? It was hard to count but they were fun and pretty easy and one of my favorite things when it comes to sex.

And he looked at me like I was crazy and I didn’t know what to say because trying to prove a claim like that would just make it worse.

But that night I went upstairs to see the girl I was fucking (she insisted we weren’t dating for the six months we hung out) and she had a friend over. So we got drunk on bad wine and looked out the window at the quad as we lolled about on the couch until I told them about my conversation. And that was really all it took.

He started kissing her neck and she just looked at me and shrugged. So I kissed the other side of her neck as she fell into the couch pillows between us. He pulled off her shirt, I pulled off his shirt, and we must have just kissed for an hour. Sure there were hands on bodies, and some serious grinding going on, but it took a long time before he knelt on the floor between us and began moving back and forth between sucking my dick and eating her pussy.

She laughed and held my hand as we watched him and it was funny and ridiculous and amazing all at the same time. When he finally climbed back onto the couch with his cock in his hand and an eager smile that let us know he thought a reward was due, I simply positioned myself behind her as she sucked his cock and we fucked like we usually do. I leaned over her so I could watch, because what’s the point of a threesome if you don’t get a close-up view of your girlfriend sucking a beautiful cock? And course what’s the point of having a beautiful cock in your face if you don’t get to suck it too and my god the expression on her face as she watched me lick him from tip to balls while I somehow managed not to slip out of her.

I came pretty darn quickly after that, because…well because it was fucking hot. And then she lay down on her back with her head on my lap as he moved between her legs, tasting her one more time before sliding a condom on and then fucking her slowly for the next hour. They kissed and I tousled his hair, but he moved inside her as she begged for it harder, and it felt so normal I almost forgot what they were doing.

She managed to make herself come through some deft finger work and demanding he lift her hips up and hit her in just the right spot with his beautiful cock. She clenched around him and stopped laughing as she came, her other hand gripping mine the whole time. I kissed her eyes and brushed her hair back and she kept on coming, which finally pushed him over the edge too. If I remember right, he did the old pull out, throw the condom somewhere quick, and then come all over her stomach and breasts.

And it was sweet and hot and fun and easy and as we lay there covered in sweat and some come and maybe a bruise or two, I realized that maybe I loved her even if I wasn’t supposed to say it. Not because she fucked her old friend, but because there wasn’t a single moment of fear or doubt all evening, and if that isn’t grace then I don’t know what is.

The next morning the dude on my floor walked by me with some friends and yelled at me from halfway across the lawn, “have any good threesomes lately?”

And I gave him the finger and smiled and there wasn’t anything that needed to be said after that.

Sometimes people have threesomes, and sometimes they’re easy as pie and more fun than a bathtub of puppies. And my god, could those two fuck.

Directly to the Shower

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Piper in the Shower. Photo by Guy New York

We went directly from the sidewalk to the shower.

I didn’t even watch her undress as we fumbled with our clothes in her bathroom, but when the warm water finally penetrated our bodies I had my arms around her. The freckles on her shoulder made constellations that distracted me for a total of three seconds before I felt myself harden between the perfect cheeks of her ass.

She turned around and kissed me before I could say a thing.

“I’ve never seen you naked before,” she said when we finally took a breath. The truth was that we had fucked before, but never alone. We had fucked at parties and in bathrooms. We had fucked on the back patio of a certain bar and we had fucked in a taxi, but never once did we loose all our clothes.

We both stepped back and took each other in. My eyes moved over her soft curves and she giggled as the water splashed off my head and onto her chest. When we stepped forward again our hands reached out and we touched the parts we had ignored. I touched her hip and ran my fingers along her side to the small of her back.

She put both hands on my chest and then slid one to my shoulder and down my arm. Our eyes followed as we touched lightly, and after that, it was lips and kisses that found all the bends and curves that we never noticed in the dark. I kissed her neck and space between her breasts; I kissed her elbow and rubbed the back of her legs as I pulled her to me.

She ran her fingers over my hip bone and pressed hard against me to see what moved and what didn’t. It wasn’t until our mouths found one another again that our hands returned to the familiar. She was warm and wet as I slid fingers inside her and she guided me to her with all the ease that came with too many drunken nights.

I pushed her against the cold wall, and she screamed as I thrust into her. She tasted like soap and water and everything dripped down our bodies as we steadied ourselves.

“Can we keep the light on tonight?” she asked as I lifted her up and filled her again.

“We can leave it on all night if it means I get to kiss your stomach and scratch your thighs.”

Neither of us lasted long in the hot water, but it didn’t matter. It was the beginning of something we hadn’t done before and it felt wonderful. As I scrunched up my face and held her tightly I felt so content that I nearly laughed as I came. She kissed the water off my nose and clenched around me with a smile I could have seen in the dark.

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Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From my full-length erotic novel Disgusting Beautiful Immoral)


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