Lena and I had always been adventurous, but our adventures had mostly been safe ones. We’d dabbled with bringing other women into our bedroom—something that came naturally since Lena was bi, and honestly, I enjoyed watching her come alive with another girl. But lately, she’d been testing the edges of what we’d built, circling around something bigger, riskier, heavier.
The idea of bringing in another man.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just curiosity. But the more she brought it up, the more it became clear she wasn’t joking. She had someone in mind, too. Ethan—a friend of hers, the kind of man who drew attention without trying. I’d met him a few times. He was confident, charming, and a little too good-looking for my comfort.
The night came when we were supposed to all hang out together, a casual “see what happens” evening. But I woke up with a fever, achy and miserable. Lena immediately offered to cancel.
“I’ll just stay home, baby,” she said, brushing her hand over my forehead. “We don’t have to do this.”
I looked up at her. My stomach was already knotted with nerves, but something in me wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t stop her. “No,” I said. “Go. Have fun. Whatever happens, happens. Just… promise me you’ll tell me everything.”
Her eyes softened. “Everything?”
“Everything.”
She kissed me hard, like she wanted to seal that agreement, and then she slipped into her dress and was gone.
The first text came an hour later.
He’s into it. We talked about you, about us. He gets it.
My heart pounded. I stared at the screen, my cock already twitching despite my fever.
Okay, I typed back. Just… be safe. And remember—tell me everything later.
Another hour.
We’re making out. God, he’s a good kisser. Are you sure you’re okay with this?
I swallowed hard, my body buzzing with adrenaline and jealousy.
Yes. I’m okay. Just tell me everything.
There was a long pause. Then another text.
Baby… he’s so big. You don’t mind if I…?
I closed my eyes, my hand already stroking my cock under the sheets. I could see it happening in my head, could almost hear her gasps.
Do it. Just tell me.
By the time she came home, my chest was tight with nerves and anticipation. She walked into the bedroom, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, and her dress sliding off one shoulder like she’d rushed to put it back on.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just peeled her dress down, letting it fall around her feet, and crawled into bed with me.
“You’re hard already,” she whispered, pulling the blanket back to expose me. “Did you miss me that much, or is it the story you’re dying to hear?”
“Both,” I admitted.
She grinned, straddling me, her thighs warm against my hips. Then she started talking.
“He kissed me like he’d been waiting for it forever. His hands were everywhere. I couldn’t stop myself. And when he pulled his cock out…” She shivered, her nails dragging across my chest. “God, baby, it was so thick. I could barely get him in my mouth.”
I groaned as she rubbed herself against me, my cock pressing against her slick, swollen lips.
“Then he picked me up, like I weighed nothing, and threw me on his bed. He didn’t even hesitate. Just shoved himself inside me, raw, like I was his.”
I slipped inside her, and the difference was immediate. She wasn’t tight—she was loose, wet, stretched in a way I’d never felt before.
I froze, looking up at her. “Lena… did he wear a condom?”
Her eyes locked on mine, a wicked little smile tugging her lips. “No. It just happened. He filled me, baby. Twice.”
The words sent a shock through me, humiliation and arousal colliding like a drug. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting, desperate, the thought of his cum still inside her pushing me closer and closer.
“Do you feel it?” she whispered, leaning down until her hair brushed my face. “You’re not just fucking me. You’re fucking his cum, too. I’m still full of him.”
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow down. My body was trembling, my cock twitching inside her. “I’m gonna cum!”
Usually, she’d jump off, but this time she pressed down harder, grinding on me. “No, baby. You’re cumming inside me. Just like he did.”
That broke me. I exploded, my cock jerking as I filled her with my load, spilling it into the messy heat of what Ethan had left behind. My body shook with the force of it, and still she rode me, keeping me inside until I was empty.
When I finally collapsed back onto the pillows, she slid off me, her thighs shining with the mess of us.
She sat back, spreading herself open, and looked down at me with a soft, teasing smile. “You want to see how full I am?”
I swallowed, nodding.
“Then taste me. Clean me up, baby. Be my good boy.”
It wasn’t an order—it was an invitation. And the second I leaned down and pressed my mouth against her, she let out a soft sigh, her fingers sliding into my hair.
“That’s it,” she whispered, holding me there, guiding me against her swollen, messy pussy. “Taste what your girlfriend really is now.”
I licked, sucked, drank her in, humiliation and desire swirling into one unbearable, beautiful ache. She smiled down at me the whole time, her hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as I kissed her messy pussy, knowing I’d never forget this moment.
