My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend
by Pan
It was a Sunday afternoon. I was laying on the couch with my girlfriend, watching TV. She had her head in my lap, but she wasn’t really paying attention to what we were watching. Instead of watching the new episode of Ted Lasso, she was on her phone. It drove me mad when she watched stuff while distracted like that, but she assured me that she took in just as much of what was happening on-screen.
Believe me, I was smart enough not to test her on that.
My girlfriend’s name is Sylvia. We’ve been together for just over four years; long enough that our parents have stopped asking when we’re going to get married. It’s not that I’m against the idea of marriage, exactly, it’s just like...what’s the point? Neither of us want kids, and we’ve lived together long enough that we’re both confident that neither of us are going anywhere.
Maybe to some people that’s a reason to get hitched, but to us...I dunno, I just never saw the point.
I’m Alex. I’m a salesman at an insurance company, while Sylvia works part time as a waitress. Sorry, “server”. She really wants to be a writer, though: she puts together these little short stories, sells them on kindle. She doesn’t really make anything from it, not yet, but I’m happy to support her in following her dream. I kind of admire her ambition, to be honest; I’ve never really aspired for much beyond the ordinary.
Roof over my head, solid job, girlfriend who loves me. Tick, tick, tick.
Sylvia is half-Asian; her Dad is from Vietnam, and her Mom is British. Don’t ask me how they ended up settling down in Arkansas. Her hair is dark brown, straight down past her shoulders, and she’s cute as a button.
My friends gave me, like, a year of high-fives when I hooked up with her; she has a very feminine figure, with nice round breasts (perky, too; more than you’d expect for her size), full hips, and a great ass. We have a good sex life; nothing too adventurous, no anal or roleplay, but plenty of oral.
Oh, and toys. I sometimes joke that she’s actually Japanese—Sylvia really loves her gadgets.
I should describe myself as well, I guess. I’m a little over six feet tall, and try to keep myself in shape. Broad shoulders, I guess, and I have pretty decent arms. If anything, I guess I’m guilty of occasionally skipping leg day. That’s about all I can think of to write here. Not much else to tell. Normal cock, I guess, if that’s the sort of thing you want to know.
Oh, yeah, and my face. I’ve got blond hair, brown eyes...someone once told me I look like a bully from an eighties film. In response, I told him to hand over his lunch money. I’m sort of the funny one at work.
I like to think I’m pretty laid back. If someone gets upset about something, I’ll probably laugh it off. In other words, I’m your average Joe. Just another guy trying to get by.
So anyway, there I was, minding my own business, enjoying the show, when suddenly my girlfriend lets out an excited squeal.
“What’s up?” I said, pausing the show.
“Chris is coming over!!” she said, and I raised one eyebrow.
“Chris?”
“Yeah,” she said, getting up off the couch. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re finally going to meet my boyfriend!”
I tilted my head to the side, but before I could ask any follow-up questions she was gone, running into our room and closing the door behind her.
Figuring I must have misheard her, I turned the show back on. I have no idea why Apple release this damn show week by week; everyone else is doing full season drops. You’d think they’d get with the times, y’know?
Just as the ending credits started, I heard a knock at the door. Before I could get up, I heard “I’ll get it!” ring out from the bedroom, and my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me.
You know how Asian women tend to be a little less shy about showing skin? I don’t know if that’s racist to say, it’s just my observation. White women, at least around here, will occasionally wear short shorts or a miniskirt or whatever, but most of the time it’s like we’re back in middle school. “Hide your shoulders, ladies! You don’t want men to get the wrong idea.”
Whereas...god, I feel like I’m going to get cancelled for saying this, but I think you know it’s true. Asian women are a hundred percent more likely to, like, wear a spaghetti-strap top and a short skirt.
Not all Asian women, of course. For example: not Sylvia. As we’d been watching TV—even though it was just the two of us at home—she’d been wearing black leggings, a white blouse, and jeans. Even when we went to the beach, she’d wear a one-piece. Her idea of dressing slutty was these tight, form-fitting dresses (occasionally with a plunging neckline) but even then it was always obvious that she was wearing a bra underneath.
It wasn’t like she was a never-nude, mind you. Like I said, we had a healthy sex life. It was just...when we weren’t having sex, she’d be fully clothed. She just didn’t like feeling exposed.
I often joked that I’d ended up with all the disadvantages of an Asian girlfriend and none of the perks.
Well, let me tell you...when Sylvia walked out of our room, it was like she was making up for the last four years all at once.
She looked incredible; she was dressed in a short, pink, strapless dress that I didn’t even know she had. The hem stopped a couple inches above her knees, and it clung to her body tightly, accentuating her curves. It was so short that I felt like if she so much as sneezed, I’d be able to see her panties. She was wearing heels, and had even put on makeup.
At the sight of my girlfriend’s shoulders (hey, maybe my middle school really had been onto something) my cock was immediately hard. Sylvia didn’t notice, of course, and trotted straight to answer the door.
“Chris!” she exclaimed, practically throwing herself into the arms of the stranger standing outside our house.
I watched in shock as my girlfriend’s lips met those of the guy who’d arrived. They kissed passionately, their tongues meeting as his hands explored her more-on-display-than-usual body.
“Sylvia,” I asked. “What the hell is...—”
I trailed off as the pair ended their kiss, and the strange man’s eyes met mine. He was stick thin, with red hair and glasses. He sort of looked like an adult version of Chucky from Rugrats, buck teeth and all.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m Sylvia’s boyfriend.”
I reached out my hand, putting on my best salesman smile. “Hey,” I replied. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you were coming around.”
Sylvia swatted me playfully. “Come on,” she admonished. “It’s not like my boyfriend needs to make an appointment to come see me.”
“Of course not,” I nodded. “No, I just...I just wasn’t expecting you.”
“Not a problem,” Chris smiled, returning his mouth to Sylvia’s.
I stood there awkwardly as the couple continued making out, as if they’d forgotten about me entirely. Chris’s hands roamed Sylvia’s body; she squirmed in response, grabbing at the back of his shirt and moaning in response.
When Chris moved his hands to his girlfriend’s chest, I cleared my throat. “So, uh...”
“Sorry,” Sylvia giggled, pulling away. “We just haven’t seen each other for a while, you know?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, scratching the back of my head. Normally I’d drop a one-liner in this kind of situation (not that I’d been in this kind of situation before) to break the tension, but this was my first time meeting Sylvia’s boyfriend, and I didn’t want to embarrass her.
“Why don’t we get to know each other a little better?” Chris suggested, turning to me with an arrogant smile. I agreed, of course; I didn’t quite have a read on this guy yet, and I wanted to make sure he was good for Sylvia.
“We could go out for brunch,” I suggested—Sylvia loves brunch—but Chris shook his head.
“Why go out when we have everything we need right here?”
“Alex is a great cook,” Sylvia nodded, and I saw a flash of jealousy appear on Chris’s face for a moment, before he hid it.
“Really?” he asked, staring deep into my eyes once more. I nodded, and the smile returned to the spindly man’s lips. “Well then, why don’t you see what you can make?”
As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Sylvia pull Chris towards the couch I’d just been lying on, straddling the young man’s body and returning her lips to his.
She wasn’t wrong; I’m pretty good at cooking. I mean, I like it, anyway. It’s relaxing, and it’s nice having something I know I did well. I like making food for Sylvia, and I like knowing that she’ll be happy.
For the next twenty minutes or so I hummed happily to myself, throwing together a simple meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. When it was done, I plated it up and brought it into the living room, where the two were still enthusiastically necking on the couch.
Sylvia’s dress was bunched up around her waist, revealing her thong panties. Part of me felt like I should avert my eyes (rather than ogling another man’s girlfriend)...but on the other hand, she clearly wasn’t shy, so I allowed myself to admire her tight ass as I stood there with the food.
Chris, thankfully, was still fully clothed. Sylvia was moaning as she ground against his erection; his hands were on her tits as they kissed. I watched as her hands reached up under his shirt; her long, dark hair hung down past the shoulders of the short pink dress, and the way the fabric clung to her curves made my mouth water.
God damn she was attractive. I could only hope that someday I’d find someone as attractive as she was.
My cock was threatening to burst out of my pants as I stood there, watching the couple. Sylvia’s hands moved over Chris’s chest, and he moaned in response.
“Mmm,” he purred, his eyes closed. “I love you, Sylvia.”
“I know,” she giggled. “I’m your girlfriend.”
“Yes you are,” he nodded. “You’re my girlfriend.”
“Of course,” she repeated, kissing him again.
I frowned. I felt like there was something wrong with the scene in front of me (I mean, as well as there being so much that was so right about it) but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what.
“Um, Alex?” Chris said, breaking the kiss. “You enjoying the show?”
I blinked, blushing. I’d totally forgotten why I was there; I have no idea how long I’d been standing there, watching the attractive Asian woman grind on her nerdy boyfriend.
“Brunch is served,” I offered weakly, and Sylvia forced herself to climb off her boyfriend.
I averted my eyes as she pulled her dress down—not that it was really hiding much—and placed the meal on the table.
“I’d love a coffee,” Chris said. “Milk, plenty of sugar.”
I nodded. When I got back from the kitchen with two cups of coffee (I already knew how Sylvia liked hers), the couple were sitting side by side, Sylvia’s head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder as he ate.
“How did you two meet?” I asked, standing beside the table. I didn’t want to sit down, just in case they needed something else.
I was glad I hadn’t made myself too comfortable, because Chris asked for a water. As I returned with it, he swallowed down a bite of the bacon and answered my question.
“At the diner,” he said. “I was a customer.”
“Best customer I’ve ever had,” Sylvia replied with a happy smile. I couldn’t help but smile too as the couple rubbed noses. “He just kept asking me out again and again, until...well, eventually I just couldn’t say no.”
My brow furrowed. “Wait. This is the creepy guy you were talking about? The one with the weird stares, who was practically stalking—”
Chris stared at me intently, and I stopped talking immediately.
“I think you must be misremembering,” he said, and I nodded.
“Mmm,” I responded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I...I guess I must be.”
“He asked me to be his girlfriend,” Sylvia sighed happily, as though neither of us had said a word. “And...well, here we are!”
“Here we are,” Chris echoed, his eyes still boring into mine. I felt like my mind was going through a power wash, and breathed a sigh of relief as he finally broke eye-contact to lean forward and give my girlfriend a kiss. His girlfriend, I mean.
None of us said anything for the rest of the meal. Chris and his girlfriend sat at the small dining room table, sipping their coffees and eating, while I popped into the kitchen to get anything they needed.
After brunch, I returned to the kitchen to do the washing up. When I emerged, I could hear the sound of giggling coming from Sylvia’s bedroom. I went in to see what the two were up to, and found them both lying on the bed, Sylvia still wearing her dress. She was on top of Chris, and his hands were all over her body as they kissed.
The bedroom was so familiar to me...I mean, I suppose I’d been in Sylvia’s bedroom before, but it felt like it was more than that somehow.
“Is there anything else you two wanted?” I asked with a smile, and Chris shook his head.
“No,” he said firmly. “Why don’t you sit by the bed though, just in case.”
I hesitated, but as the nerdy young man’s eyes met mine, I couldn’t think of any reason not to. There was a chair beside the bed, and I sat as the couple continued to make out.
I wasn’t sure whether I should look away or not, but neither of them seemed to mind me there, so I gave up on awkwardly staring at the ceiling and watched the show in front of me.
Sylvia’s dress was bunched up around her waist, revealing the thong panties that I’d seen earlier. Chris’s hands moved over Sylvia’s tits, and she moaned softly.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her neck.
“I know,” Sylvia replied, her voice muffled by her boyfriend’s lips.
“You’re my girlfriend,” Chris said insistently, and I smiled to myself. Young love was so sweet.
“I’m your girlfriend,” Sylvia replied.
To my surprise, Chris turned to me.
“Say it,” he demanded, and before I knew what was happening, the words were falling out of my mouth.
“She’s your girlfriend,” I said, and he nodded firmly.
“Good.”
I blinked, but Chris’s attention was off me as the two began making out again. Sylvia was moaning as her hand moved down to her boyfriend’s pants. Before long, his cock was out; like the rest of his body, it was skinny, but she seemed more than happy with it, grasping it in her hand and stroking it.
“I love you, Chris,” she mumbled, and he nodded.
I’d never seen another man’s cock. I mean, I guess in porn, but never in person. It didn’t do anything for me (which, since I’m straight, didn’t surprise me in the least) but I couldn’t deny: it was sort of hot how into it Sylvia was. Her small hand was wrapped tightly around the shaft, and I could see the way her fingers were digging into the skin as she pumped him.
“Strip,” he ordered, and his girlfriend didn’t hesitate. I let out a soft moan as she peeled her dress down, exposing her bare breasts. I’d suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the tight-fitting dress, but I hadn’t been able to tell.
God she was stunning. I almost felt guilty about how attractive I found her. She was Chris’s girlfriend, and I knew I shouldn’t be looking at her like that, but...well, I couldn’t help myself.
The topless woman slithered down Chris’s body, and enthusiastically took his erection into her mouth. The two of them were staring passionately at each other as she began sucking on his dick.
“Oh fuck,” Chris groaned, his eyes shut.
I was sitting awkwardly beside the bed, my own hard-on throbbing in my pants. Again: I’m not into guys, but I’d never experienced a live sex show before, and it was undeniably hot to watch the Asian chick go to town on this nerdy guy.
It was far too easy to imagine her lips on my own erection, the young woman bobbing her head up and down on my cock instead of her boyfriend’s.
“Mmm,” Sylvia purred, pulling his cock from her mouth. “I love you, Chris.”
“I know,” he responded, his hands on her hair. “I love you too.”
“I love you, Sylvia,” I said, the words tumbling from my lips, as it felt like they had a thousand times before.
The girl looked up at me, her dark, almond shaped eyes meeting mine. For a moment—just a moment—I saw a flicker of familiarity in them, before Chris’s angry eyes met mine and I realized what I’d said.
“Oh my god,” I stammered apologetically. “I...I don’t know why I said that.”
“I don’t either,” he thundered. I felt like his gaze was penetrating me, like I was being stripped naked in front of a room full of people.
“I’m sorry,” I began, but Chris cut me off.
“Maybe you said it because you’re a virgin,” he spat, delivering the final word with the impact of a slap. “You’ve never had sex. Say it.”
“I’m a...I’m a...”
“You’re a virgin,” he repeated, and I could feel a single tear trickling down my face as I nodded.
“I’m a virgin,” I echoed. “I’ve never had sex.”
It was true. That must have been why I was so fascinated by the sight of the young couple making love on the bed. It was something I’d never had. I’d dreamed of it, of course, but part of me wondered if I’d ever make love to a woman.
Perhaps this was as close as I’d get.
Chris continued staring at me for a few seconds, as though looking for something, but as I continued to unresistingly stare into his eyes, he nodded.
“Good,” he said. “So watch closely. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
I nodded, leaning forward. As a virgin, I needed to take opportunity of every chance to learn that I could.
Turning his attention back to his hot Asian girlfriend, Chris grabbed Sylvia’s hair and returned her mouth to his cock. I watched intently as she sucked him, her hand stroking his shaft.
Sylvia moaned. God, she was so hot. I could only dream of being with a girl like that.
Not that she’d ever look at me twice. I was a virgin, after all. I’d never had sex.
She continued enthusiastically blowing him, her tits bouncing as she did. Her nipples were hard and perky, and while I couldn’t see it for sure, I’d have bet a month’s salary that a damp patch was starting to form on the front of her panties.
“Oh fuck,” Chris groaned again, and began bucking his hips. I heard a wet sound as Sylvia’s boyfriend came inside of her mouth. He pulled her up to her knees, and I could see the thick load of semen in her mouth as she stood, her hand still gripping his cock.
“I love you, Chris,” she repeated, proudly swallowing his cum. “You’re my boyfriend.”
“I love you, Sylvia,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but smile at their connection. This, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, was true love. “You’re my girlfriend.”
Chris let out a satisfied sigh. His penis was flaccid, and he idly played with it as a smug smile appeared on his face.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, and his Asian lover obeyed. “Alex, come here.”
“W-what?”
Chris looked at me sharply, and I could immediately feel his disapproval in every pore of my body.
“I’m a virgin,” I gasped involuntarily, and the young man smiled.
“You’re a virgin,” he repeated with a nod, and I felt a chill run down my spine. It was a simple fact, but when it came from his mouth it felt somehow...sinister.
“I’m a virgin,” I said again, and he gestured to Sylvia, who was laying on the couch.
“So here’s a chance to practice on a real-life female,” he said, and my eyes widened. He couldn’t mean...he didn’t want...
Without hesitation, I moved onto the bed. I was the only one still fully-clothed; Chris had shucked his bottoms, and Sylvia was naked but for a thong bikini. I looked down at her, startled by how beautiful she was.
“You’re going to go down on her,” Chris demanded, and I swallowed nervously. God. The idea of going down on someone as gorgeous as Chris’s girlfriend...it was a dream come true.
But what if I got it wrong? What if I wasn’t good enough? What if I couldn’t get her off?
I’d never done anything like this before, and I was suddenly terrified.
“O-okay,” I replied, my voice shaking. “W-would you like that, Sylvia?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling at me. “Just do what he says.”
“Do it,” Chris said softly, leaning against the headpost of the bed. “Don’t worry; she’ll be thinking of me as you do.”
Sylvia bit her lip at the thought, and I knew he was right. Of course she’d be thinking of the man she was in love with as I went down on her...but still, the opportunity was so exciting, I didn’t even care.
Chris would be in her mind, but it would be my mouth on her as she came.
I crawled towards the girl, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the hottest thing I’d ever done...possibly the hottest thing I’d ever do. I was about to perform cunnilingus on a woman I loved. I was going to make Sylvia cum.
Sylvia was lying on her side, her legs slightly apart. I looked up at her; her eyes, of course, were on Chris, watching us from the corner of the bed with a sneer.
She was so beautiful, so sexy. I wanted her so badly. I moved my mouth to the front of her thong panties, and hesitantly poked out my tongue.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and I felt her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I pulled her panties to the side and closed my eyes as her wetness met my lips, and I began to lick her.
Her taste was sweet, and I couldn’t believe I was eating her pussy. I’d fantasized about this a thousand times, but I had never expected to actually have the privilege. I was a virgin. I’d never had sex.
I licked her, and she tasted delicious. I kept my eyes shut as I sucked her, as I felt her hand move from my hair, grasping my head. She was guiding my face, and I followed her lead. I could hear her moaning softly, and I knew she was enjoying my ministrations.
She pulled my face harder into her crotch as I lapped at her. I opened my eyes, and looked up to see Chris, his expression smug. His cock was hard again from the sight of his naked girlfriend writhing in pleasure on the bed as another man serviced her.
Turning my attention from him, I focused on the task at hand. I slid my hands under Sylvia’s ass and lifted her, opening her pussy wider. I couldn’t help but moan as I tongued her tight, wet tunnel; it was incredibly easy to imagine myself on top of her, my cock entering her, making her cum. It was almost as though I’d done it hundreds of times.
But I hadn’t, of course. I was a virgin. I’d never had sex. Sylvia was Chris’s girlfriend. He was her boyfriend, and they were in love.
“Oh yes,” she groaned, and I reached one hand up to her entrance.
“No hands,” Chris warned, and I nodded. He was the one doing me the favor. He was the one lending me his girlfriend; it was only fair that I followed his rules.
“You’ll never enter her again,” he continued smugly, and my brow furrowed. Again?
Before I work out what that meant, I could feel Sylvia reaching climax.
“Yes!” she cried, and I watched as she came, her body quivering as she did. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I swallowed, tasting her, drinking in as much of the beautiful woman as I could.
“Good,” Chris said, and I looked at him. He was smiling, but I couldn’t tell if it was a smile of approval or derision. “Now, as a reward, you get to watch us fuck. Would you like that, virgin?”
“Yes, Chris,” I replied with a nod.
“You’re a virgin,” he reminded me.
“I’m a virgin,” I echoed in response.
Returning to the chair beside the bed, I felt like my cock was going to explode. Going down on Sylvia, making her cum...I’d never done anything like it. It had been so hot, and now I would get to see Chris fucking her, too. What an incredible opportunity. I was so, so grateful.
Chris positioned himself above her, and she smiled lovingly at him as he lowered himself onto her, his hard-on slowly sinking into the pussy my tongue had spent the last few minutes exploring.
The young man looked at me with a sneer.
“Time to watch what you’ll never have,” he said, and I nodded.
Despite having just been brought to orgasm, Sylvia gasped with pleasure as the nerdy young man’s cock entered her.
“I bet you love this,” he taunted. I nodded. I did love it. “I bet you’ve wanted to watch people have sex for years.”
He was right, of course. As Chris began to thrust into Sylvia, I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be watching them. I’d wanted to do this for years. I’d wanted to watch people have sex for years, but I’d never thought I would actually get the chance.
Sylvia was moaning, and I knew she was loving every second of it.
“Look at her,” Chris ordered, and I turned my eyes to Sylvia. She was staring up at her boyfriend, and her eyes were wide with lust. With want.
She was a goddess. She was a goddess, which I suppose made Chris a god. Or, at the very least, the world’s luckiest mortal.
“Lick her, Alex,” Chris commanded, and I looked back to the beautiful woman on the bed.
“W-what?”
“I want you to lick her again,” he ordered. “I want you to lick her while my dick is inside her.”
I wanted to say no. I wasn’t gay, and having my mouth that close to a moving cock...look, I’m no expert, but it seemed pretty gay.
But as Chris stared into my eyes, I felt my will disappearing. Sylvia had described something similar to me, once—the creepy customer I’d confused Chris for. He’d stared into her eyes, and she’d suddenly felt weak. Scared. She’d asked her manager not to seat him at her table any more, and he’d agreed.
I wonder what happened to that guy.
“Lick her again,” Chris repeated, and with a reluctant shudder, I nodded.
Sylvia let out a cry of need as Chris pulled out of her. She allowed herself to be positioned, until she was on all fours on the bed. Her entire body shook with pleasure as his thin cock re-entered her.
Breaking eye-contact with the man I’d only met an hour earlier, I turned my attention to the woman being fucked on the bed. I crawled towards her. It wasn’t easy to find a good angle, but I eventually managed.
I pressed my face to her crotch, inhaling her scent. Chris’s cock was pounding into her, right above me, and my ears were filled with the wet sounds of their coupling. Sylvia was moaning with pleasure, and I knew she was enjoying herself.
Despite myself, I was, too.
“Lick her,” Chris ordered for a final time, and I obeyed. Sticking my tongue out and lifting my head, I lapped at Sylvia, tasting her sweet juices. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to ignore the smooth cock that I was unable to stop my tongue from occasionally making contact with.
Was this a threesome? Was I in a threesome? From virgin to threesome in a single morning. It was almost more than I could take.
As I heard the sound of Sylvia cumming again, I realized it was more than I could take. Everything going on around me—the sight of Sylvia’s perfect ass, the sounds of Chris’s cock in her, the taste of her pussy on my lips...it was too much.
I came.
I wasn’t even touching my cock as it exploded in my pants. The experience was so intense, so powerful, I couldn’t help but cum, my body shaking as I shot rope after rope of hot semen into my underwear.
Even as I involuntarily unloaded into my pants, I never stopped licking Sylvia. She continued moaning as her boyfriend fucked her, as my tongue ran across her clit, as I tasted her juices.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck, Chris! Chris, baby, you’re going to make me cum. I’m your girlfriend. I’m your girlfriend. I’m your...oh, god. I’m your girlfriend!“
“Yes you are, Sylvia,” he panted, his cock thrusting into her, his balls occasionally slapping against my head. “You’re my girlfriend.”
She moaned loudly, her hips bucked as she came, and I felt a strong sense of pride from knowing that it was—even if just a little—because of me. I’d helped make her orgasm. I’d been there. Involved.
“Oh, god,” she cried, and her body went rigid.
I didn’t slow down as Sylvia’s body shuddered with pleasure. Chris’s orgasm wasn’t far behind; he let out a long groan, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside her.
“I love you,” he groaned, and I watched him pull out.
“I love you, too,” she said, smiling.
“I’m a virgin,” I added awkwardly. I felt like a bit of a third wheel.
Chris turned to me, a cruel smile on his face. “Clean her up,” he instructed, and my brow wrinkled.
“W-what?”
“I let you go down on her,” he reminded me. ”Twice. And from the wet patch on the front of your jeans, something tells me you enjoyed it.“
“I-I did,” I admitted.
“So that’s how you can thank me. Clean her up.”
I wanted to resist. I wanted to tell Chris to fuck off, that I wasn’t gay, that I had no interest in cleaning up another man.
But I didn’t.
“Okay,” I replied, returning my attention to the beautiful woman he’d just cum inside. His girlfriend.
Sylvia was still on all fours, her legs spread wide, her asshole pointed towards me. Her pussy glistening with her juices, and as I watched, a small glob of Chris’s semen slipped out of her pussy and onto the bedsheets.
“Better hurry,” he taunted, and I moved as quickly as I could.
Positioning myself beneath Sylvia, I rested my hands on her ass (which neither she nor her boyfriend objected to) and licked her clean.
It wasn’t the worst moment of my life, but my cheeks were burning red by the time I’d done. Chris had watched with a sneer as I’d lapped his seed out of Sylvia’s sex, swallowing it down as she writhed in pleasure above me.
That was my only solace. She’d enjoyed the experience, at least.
“Now,” Chris said when I was done. “How about you get started on dinner?”
I nodded, crawling away. I was a little ashamed, but I couldn’t help but feel like today had been a significant day. I was still a virgin, but I’d been given the opportunity of my life. I’d tasted Sylvia’s pussy, and I’d made her cum.
And I’d licked Chris’s cum out of her.
I was a different person now than I’d been just a few hours ago. I felt like my life had completely changed.
As I left the room, I saw Chris watching me leave. He was grinning; not. that I blamed him. He had Sylvia, the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. She was his girlfriend. He was her boyfriend.
And I was a virgin.
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