| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Team handling (2/4) |
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one man. I like sex too much and, like they say, variety is the spice of life.’ Pictures started to flash through my mind. Jen in different positions with different guys, all of them fucking her with their big cocks, making her cum, filling her holes with their seed. I felt a stirring in my own cock. These thoughts weren’t disgusting me or making me think less of Jen, but they were making me horny as hell and my cock stiffened fully in anticipation. ‘I wouldn’t mind.’ I found myself blurting out before I knew what was happening. ‘What?’ she replied. ‘You could cope with me…being with other men?’ And suddenly it came to me. ‘As long as you promise never lie to me and promise to always tell me about it…and promise me you’ll never call it ‘being with’ – let’s face, it Jen, you love fucking. Let’s call a spade a spade.’ Jen laughed and her hand encircled my now rock-hard dick. ‘If you’re really sure, Graham. Are you turned on by the thought of me taking another man’s cock into my cunt, sucking him off and drinking his cum?’ My own seed spilling over the back of Jen’s hand made all the reply I thought necessary. ‘My God. You really are turned on, aren’t you? O.K. you’re on.’ We made arrangements to meet the next night and I left Jen to her Saturday. Just then my recollections were interrupted by Jen arriving home from work. I was still sitting on the sofa, drink in hand, gazing intently at nothing in particular. ‘Hi, honey, I’m home,’ she quipped. Noticing that I hadn’t started cooking dinner, her face darkened for a second. ‘Anything wrong?’ ‘God, no. I was just remembering when we first got together. Do you remember the agreement we made?’ ‘Course I do. I didn’t think we’d still be together at the end of the week, never mind after all this time.’ ‘Do you remember the first time we put it to the test?’ I asked her. Jen thought for a moment and then a big grin crossed her face. ‘Oh yes. I certainly put you to the test, didn’t I?’ ‘Go on,’ I said, ‘Tell me again. You know I like to hear about it – even after all this time.’ Jen laughed, moved over to fix herself a drink and said, ‘Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. After you left me on that Saturday morning my flatmate Patricia barged in to make sure that we were still on for going to the rugby that afternoon. She was always making excuses to come into my room, trying to catch me naked to cop a good eyeful. Can’t remember a thing about the game except it was bloody cold – those fingerless gloves never were up to much - and was more than glad when the game was over and we could retire to the bar. His name was Gareth, he played some position or other for the home team and he was a friend of Patricia’s. He offered to buy me a drink and I accepted. He bought me several more drinks over the next few hours and made it clear he wanted me by the way his hands wandered over me. I made sure he measured up, using a casual hand to ‘accidentally’ brush against his crotch and once I knew he would be big enough for me I figured it would also give me a chance to see if you |
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