In Full Disclosure

Sexy woman lying on her back on a bed.

“We finally stopped using condoms,” she said like she was telling me what time it was.

“Do you like it?” I asked, leaning back on the couch. We had been dating for a few months, but the guy she was dating for nearly a year now tended to get the bigger perks. I mean, it’s not a competition or anything, but there you have it. Perks.

“Yeah, it’s easier most of the time. Messier though. You know what I mean. You’ve done it before.”

“Sure, but not with you.” I wasn’t trying to be grouchy about it, and I definitely wasn’t trying to convince her to do the same with me, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a bit jealous.

“I just thought you’d want to know, alright? It’s good disclosure and shit. I’m trying to do this poly thing right for a change, and this is something I’m supposed to share.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her, but she didn’t say it like it was a big secret. There was something else that I was too dense to pick up on.

“Mostly,” she said, having the decency to blush for the first time. “I just thought…”

“What?” I asked, so not getting angry. Definitely not. I wasn’t that jealous and I definitely wasn’t turned on.

“Nevermind,” she said, turning away. She picked up her beer and I instantly knew that I had fucked up. L didn’t tell me shit so we could process it. She didn’t disclose information so we could sit and ponder our boundaries or philosophize about our relationship models. Fuck, why do I keep forgetting who I’m talking to?

“Tell me,” I said, this time more quietly. This time with a hand on the side of her face, and this time in a voice she recognized instantly. She sat up straighter, she put her drink down, and she turned to me slowly.

“It’s new,” she whispered. “And we like it.”

“Keep going,” I said, pulling her closer to me on the couch.

“We like it a lot. So we’ve been fucking more.”

“How much more?” I asked, tightening my grip in her hair as I lifted her dress up with my other hand.

“A few times a day,” she said, nearly whispering as she leaned back and opened her legs wider. “Twice last night, and then again this morning.”

“And?” I asked, parting her thighs as I slipped my fingers under the elastic. She breathed deeply as I toyed with her, sliding my hand along her soft skin without fully touching her. L put her hand on mine, pushing it lower as she moaned against my ear, her body growing limp. I teased her gently, parting her lips before pressing one finger inside her.

“And just before,” she said.

“Before what?” I asked, kissing her neck, and then her shoulder. I shoved her to her back as I moved down her body, her dress around her chest. I kissed her stomach just as I felt her hand in my hair. My fingers entered her one more time, pushing the cotton to one side as I stared at her.

“Just before I came over,” she sighed, pushing me to her with all of her strength. “Just now, just a half hour ago. He fucked me just now. Please…”

Her words changed to something else as I opened my mouth on her and goddamnit why did she have to know me so well? I pushed my tongue into her messy cunt as she held me there, biting her hand and moaning into her arm as she squirmed with each touch.

“He came right there,” she said, pulling me even harder against her and there was nothing I could do. I kissed her thighs and ran my tongue up and down her swollen lips. I pushed fingers inside her and then my tongue once more, tasting both of them at the same time. As much as I focused on her, I still pictured him above her, fucking her just moments earlier, and I was so fucking hard I couldn’t stand it.

“That feels so good, don’t fucking stop. I knew you’d like it. I knew you would.”

“I hate it,” I said, looking up before licking her slowly from top to bottom. I devoured her, ate her, tasted her, and fucking worshiped her like that cunt was divine. Every single bit of her was mine to exalt and to destroy. I swallowed her as she clenched around my fingers, and her moans grew louder than my prayers. She screamed, she shook, and she laughed until my lips and chin were soaked with adoration.

And then I moved up her body before kissing her, letting her taste their come as well. She still trembled as she opened her legs to me and I growled in frustration.

“I fucking hate it,” I said again.

“Then fuck me like you hate it,” she said, handing me that damn foil package. I could hardly hold back as I rolled the fucking latex down over my cock, but then I was inside her, fucking her wet pussy like I thought I could keep her. I bit her lips, bruised her wrists, and didn’t stop until I had finished as well, the condom swelling with my release.

“You’re going to kill me,” I sighed as I collapsed against her.

“You love it,” she said, kissing me gently. “Besides, it’s only fair. If he’s fucking me so much more, then you should too. We have to be equal with these things.”

“You mean with some things,” I groaned.

“Well, of course only some things. It had to be one of you, and I chose him.”

“Why?” I asked, nestling into her soft hair.

“Because of that,” she said. “Because you just fucked me harder than you have in weeks. Because it will drive you crazy, and he would have accepted it like a good person and we would never have spoken of it again. Because I wanted your mouth and your jealousy. You know. I wanted everything.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I know,” she said, kissing me head. “It’s why you love me.”

Christmas Sex on the Balcony

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Photo by Guy New York

“Do you mind if he listens?”

The small balcony looked fifteen floors down to 5th Avenue, and the whole town was bursting with red and gold. New York City was celebrating as best it could, and behind us, in the apartment, our friends and colleagues were getting drunk enough to only think of the good parts. When she turned back to the railing, I wrapped my arms around her in an embrace that was less than chaste.

“Is that what you want?” I asked, my lips against her neck. She nodded as she placed her phone down on the stone ledge in front of us. The dim light didn’t offer much illumination, but it was enough for me to know that we already had an audience.

“Tell me what else you want?” I asked, louder than I might have otherwise. I had shut the door behind us, but the chance of being interrupted was still high. Especially by curious colleagues who didn’t quite understand the whole “open marriage” thing. She mumbled quietly, but of course, that wasn’t enough. I lifted her dress and pushed her down, her mouth just inches from her phone.

“Say it again,” I demanded. “Louder.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she finally said, and I could only imagine the blush that spread across her cheeks as she finally said the words out loud.

“Right here? You want me to fuck you on the balcony while your entire office is drinking behind us?”

“Yes,” she moaned again, pushing back against me.

“Take off your panties,” I said. She didn’t pause for a moment, and seconds later she was standing again, her now bare ass beneath my hands.

“That’s better, slut,” I said, eliciting another moan from her lips. “Do you like being called names? Does it make it hotter?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Call me anything you want. I feel so fucking filthy right now, but all I want is your cock inside me. Please, I haven’t fucked anyone but him in so long.”

“How long?” I asked, quietly tearing open the condom wrapper.

“It’s been almost a year,” she said, nearly too quietly.

“And how long have you wanted me to fuck you?” I asked.

“Too long,” she moaned, her mouth inches from the phone as I pressed myself against her ass. “Since I met you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for two years. Since before…”

“Before what?” I said, teasing her with the head of my cock.

“Don’t make me say it,” she said as I opened her with two fingers. She was beautifully wet, and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep playing their game because the truth was I had wanted her as well. Since the second I met her I wanted to do impossibly horrible things to her and waiting another minute for her to admit her desires to her husband was almost too much.

“Tell me,” I growled, positioning myself in exactly the right spot. “If you want me to fuck you, tell me the truth.”

“Since before,” she sighed again. “Before we were open. I used to make myself come thinking about you. Even when I was fucking him sometimes. I thought about you so often, please don’t make me wait any longer. I can feel you against me, but it’s not enough. I need more.”

“Beg,” I said.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back on me as I slid halfway inside her before holding her hips still. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything for you, christ it feels so good. Give me more. Let me feel all of you inside me.”

“Is that better?” I asked, pushing her forward as I thrust all the way into her.

“Yes,” she moaned over and over again as I began to move. “It’s perfect, god you feel just like imagined. Better even. Please don’t stop. Tell me you won’t stop. Tell me you’ll fuck me tomorrow too and then the next day.”

“I’ll fuck you whenever you like,” I said, beginning to lose track of everything as we fucked faster and harder, the cold air blowing against my face and stinging my eyes.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to come. You feel so damn good inside me. I love your cock. I love you and I’ll do anything.”

“Come for me, you little whore,” I moaned, thrusting into her as hard as I could, even as she clenched around me. Her sighs turned into something deeper as she pressed her lips to the phone, whispering something just to him that I couldn’t understand. And then she was shaking as she cried quietly in the night, and I was so close that I couldn’t find words.

I pulled her to me once more, feeling myself come in spite of the cold, and I held her there as I gripped the base of my cock, holding the condom on tightly before slowly withdrawing. She gasped ever so slightly as I fixed myself along with her dress. When I looked down, I realized the phone had gone dark, and it was just us on the balcony, the noise from the party finally returning behind us.

“You are amazing,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss. She kissed me back before taking my hand in hers as we turned and looked out over the city. I wondered for a moment how many parties just like this one were happening all over town. And of course, then my mind drifted to how many couples had just done what we had done with or without the permission of a third party.

“Let’s go back in and get drunk,” she said. “Because if that isn’t reason enough to celebrate I don’t know what is.”

“After you,” I said, turning for one last glimpse of the city. Downstairs her husband would be waiting eagerly, and I knew the second we were back inside I would lose her. It was a simple loss and one that I always expected, but a loss just the same. I smiled at the flickering lights below, turned around with a deep breath, and then opened the door to face the music.

 

A Hundred Ways to Share: an erotic short story

a threesome with two white men and a white woman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman for Quickies New York

I like watching her fuck. I don’t think it’s all that complicated, but I do occasionally realize that the world doesn’t look at everything the same way I do. But in this case, I suspect more people lie about it than anything else. I mean come on, it’s hot as hell to watch people get it on, and if one of those people happens to be my girlfriend, it’s even hotter. She gets what she wants, I get what I want, so what’s the big deal?

There are a hundred ways to do this, but we’ve found the one that works for us. Some people need the thrill of cheating, some want to be tied up and forced to watch, and some want to get drunk at a swinger party and just see what happens. Some guys like the humiliation of watching a dude with a big cock bang their wife while they watch from the corner and some guys prefer to hold their girl down and direct all the action.

Which is where we come in. We have a pretty typical relationship, at least for the times, which involves me generally telling her what to do. At least in the bedroom. Look, we’ve unpacked all our patriarchal training, we’ve passed our good feminist exam with flying colors, and we’re damn good at communicating. And we know what we like, which in this case is me telling my girl to fuck other people. Most often while I’m there doing other horrible things to her. Honestly, I think it’s pretty damn romantic, even if I understand not everyone feels the same which. Which is fine by me. You do your shit, and I’ll do mine.

The first time wasn’t perfect, but it never is, so don’t judge me by that one time. We had only been dating for a few months, and we were in that in between stage where we hadn’t really talked about being committed but also weren’t talking about other people. At least not to each other. We hung out three of four nights a week, sometimes more, and we went out for breakfast on the weekends after late night parties with mutual friends. It was a good relationship, even if it was new, and we laughed our asses off, fucked like animals, and drank through our hangovers when necessary. Like I said, we were good.

Normally I would have found a better way to bring up my turn-ons, but I had already grown so used to just saying what was on my mind, that I didn’t really bother to do the grunt work. We were hanging out one night at my place, just drinking a bottle of wine and watching Netflix when I mentioned that my buddy Marcus thought she was super hot. She raised an eyebrow at me, but she didn’t say anything, which I thought was probably a good sign. So I kept on going.

“Do you think he’s cute too?” I asked, totally casually.

“He’s alright, why?”

See, she was super blunt about it, so there was no use beating around the bush. There was no use hemming and hawing as if I hadn’t basically already asked the damn question.

“He wants to chill some time,” I said, with a shrug. “And I thought if you were into it, you guys might want to fuck.”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” she said, more quietly than I expected. I was nervous for a moment, but I wasn’t terrified. If she said no then we’d move on, although to be honest, I have never had a girl say no to that. I don’t mean specifically Marcus, I just mean the offer in general.

“It could be fun,” I said, trying to keep it nonchalant. “But it’s not a big deal. Just thought I’d offer since he can’t stop talking about you, and I’ve seen you flirt with him.”

“Are you jealous?” she asked without even a hint of accusation in her voice. Sarah was an odd duck, I already knew that, but she never reacted exactly the way I expected.

“Maybe a little?” I said, going with complete honesty. “But that’s not really what it’s about. You two flirt, he thinks you’re hot, so I thought I’d offer. Besides, I think it would fun to watch.”

“Okay,” she said, and that was it. There was no more conversation, no more negotiation, and no more communication. And you know what? I was fine with that. I didn’t need a huge conversation about it, and I didn’t need it to turn into some big ordeal. It was a simple question and she had answered it. Sure, she had told me. She’d bang my friend if I wanted her to. Why the hell not?

Two days later I invited him over, and the rest is history. It wasn’t the least awkward threesome I’ve ever had, but it worked out alright in the long run. We all took our time that night, and I realized within the first hour that if shit was actually going to happen, then I was going to be the one to do it. So, after we had all had a few drinks, I stood up, smiled at them both and invited them to join me in the bedroom. Sarah shrugged, Marcus smiled, and the three of us left our glasses on the coffee table as we made for the sanctity of my king size bed.

“Why don’t you sit,” I said to him, resting my hands on Sarah’s shoulders. He sat down like he was told, and she didn’t say a damn word as I held her firmly. She was used to me being in control when it came to sex so why should this be any different?

“You’ve been staring at my girlfriend for the last two months, so I figured I’d show you more,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head before either of them could respond. He sighed as her bare breasts came into view, and I’m pretty sure I felt her shiver for a moment. As for me, I was hard as a rock and there was no hiding it. I undid her jeans slowly as he looked her up and down, and I could instantly feel the tension in the room grow to the perfect level.

“What do you think?” I asked when she was standing in front of him in just her panties.

“She’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled, unable to look away.

“Do you want to see more?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said, as he stood up almost like he couldn’t help himself. He was only inches in front of her, and there was no going back. I slid the cotton down over her ass until she was wearing nothing at all, and Marcus instantly reached one hand out to touch her hip. I pushed them ever so slightly closer together, and I could hear her breathing get quicker with each second.

“Tell me, Sara,” I whispered, as his hand moved up to her breasts. She arched her back and her nipples hardened in a second. “Do you want to fuck my friend?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it, and I knew he did too.

“Tell him then,” I said, my hand sliding down her back, over her ass, and then between her legs. She was soaking wet already, and I knew it was done. There was no going back now.

“I want to fuck you,” she said so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her. But instead of throwing her down, he looked up shyly and smiled at us both.

“I want you too,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her. I watched as I fingered her, and it was sweet and tender. Not exactly what I was looking for, but what can you do? Some people are just sweet and there’s no use trying to avoid it.

“Why don’t you suck his dick for me,” I said, pushing her down and breaking their kiss in an instant. And then it’s all a bit of a blur, to be honest. Maybe it’s because it was the first time and my adrenaline was pumping so hard there was nothing left to do about it, and maybe it was the wine going to my head. But she knelt on the floor and took him into her mouth before doing the same to me. We eventually climbed onto the bed, and we took turns going down on her, kissing her up and down, and fingering that perfect pussy as we bit her neck and squeezed her nipples until she moaned.

Marcus eventually got a condom on and climbed between her legs, and I reached down and rubbed her clit as he slid inside her. She actually looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and joy, and I smiled back down at her as he moved faster right next to my fingers. They fucked for only a few minutes before he came, but she was right behind him nonetheless. Maybe it was my mouth just inches from her ear asking her if she liked getting fucked and maybe it was my fingers on her clit, rubbing her just the right way while Marcus pounded into her. Whatever it was, she came just before he pulled out, and the room was a sweaty and glorious mess.

I didn’t fuck her until after he left, but even then it was almost like he was still there. She wrapped her legs around me and bit my neck as we took our time, and this time it was Sarah whispering the horrible things.

“Did you like watching me fuck him?” she asked as I pinned her arms above her head.

“You know I did,” I said, thrusting into her faster and faster.

“You like me being a little slut?” she asked, the teasing in her voice nearly overshadowed by her own want.

“You are the perfect little whore,” I said, my hand moving to her throat just as she liked it. “You’re my perfect little whore, and I’m going to use you and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. I’m going to fuck you and then let my friends fuck you, and you’re going to come so many times you lose track of everything. You’re mine, do you understand?”

She screamed yes and I came inside her, and together we let out everything all at once in a glorious release that didn’t need any explanation at all. In fact, we curled up next to each other, and once again we didn’t really talk about it. After all, what was there to say? We had a lovely threesome, everybody got to come, it was generally safe, and we had a good time. In fact, the only thing she said before rolling over and falling asleep was a few words of gratitude.

“Thank you,” she whispered as I kissed the back of her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“I love you,” I said, pulling her closer. She nodded and smiled in the dark.

“I know,” she said, gripping my hand.

And then we slept.