A very bad idea - I
George was deeply in love with his charming girlfriend, Becky. She was 27 years old, but seemed 18 because of her very teen looking. They were living together, and planning to marry. By that time, a very strange idea had occupied George’s mind – he wanted to watch Becky making sex with another man. George had this weird way of thinking: before the marriage, she wasn’t still officially “his wife”. So, it was the last opportunity that he had to realise that exciting vision.
One night, George took courage and talked Becky of his wish. She became red! She couldn’t understand why he was wishing that crazy thing. For many times, Becky tried to convince him to give up that mad wish, because she loved him, she needed only him, of his love, care and attention.
As George was irreducible of that purpose, Becky finally gave in to his desire. But, with one condition – she would choose “the lucky guy” by herself. That was unnegotiable, and he agreeded.
One week thereafter, George told a very close friend about what was gonna happen, and Peter said: “-Oh, man, you are a very sick person! When I first saw Becky at the club, in that small yellow bikini, I realised how fortunate you are. Man, she is a real princess! A beautiful girl, and she’s fond too. She loves you. Why would you share this pussy cat with another man? Are you nuts?”
After a short silence, with a shameless smile, Peter asked: “-Hey, man, can I be the lucky guy?” And George answered angry: “-Of course you can’t, asshole. In the first place, this guy must be totally unknown to us, because it will happen just one time. Second, Becky will choose the guy. Third, what a fine friend you are, huh?”
Two months later, Becky advised George that she had found the guy, told him about the plan and he said it was ok for him, including the fact of George being a spectator. So, next saturday it would be “the fucking day” (literally...), and he should prepare himself for that.
Well, the day “F” had come, and George rubbed his hands nervously. Becky told him she was very happy and excited that day. The bell rang, Becky opened the door, gave a fond kiss in the guest and introduced him to George: “-Honey, this is Ramon, the guy I told you.” George greeted him with undisguised surprise, and took leave to talk reservedly with Becky.
“-Damn it, Becky! This guy isn’t white!”, and the girl reprimanded him severely: “-Shhhh! Shut up! You never talk to me this way again! First, I would choose the guy, do you remember that? Second, you never talked of any “preference of skin”. Third, it’s too late to double! Fourth, I don’t want to be married with a goddamn racist! So, make up your mind now! At last, I will fuck this guy anyway, with or without your watch!”
George was corraled. That was a point of no return. If he refused Ramon, Becky would break off the engagement, and he would never see her again. Worst: she would fuck him, anyway. Becky had changed of heart. She wasn’t any more that sweet and submissive girl, that always yielded to his will.
George was shocked and, at the same time, sexually excited by her behaviour. The strong contrast between her graceful silhouette and that firm determination of fucking that man, with or without his permission, made his penis hard as a rock. This time, George gave in to Becky’s desire: “-Ok, sweetie, you won. Let’s proceed with the plan.” A big smile brightened her pretty face, when she said: “-Oh, fluffy, I knew you wouldn’t disappointed me.” And then she gave a little kiss in his cheek, whispering maliciously at his ear, as only a woman can do: “-Now, I will not disappoint you...” That gave him the shivers...
Then, the couple returned to the living room, where Ramon was patiently waiting for them. Becky took the lead, and said: “-Now, my two men, sit down and look on the little show I prepared for you.”
Those words! That was a side of Becky totally unknown to George. Besides, she never looked so lassie as she was in that saturday. George seemed too much older than she, and the difference between them was only three years. She was wearing tiny shorts and a pink blouse “glued on her body”. The rawhide sandals revealed her adorable feet. Yes, it was a vision to lose one’s wind!
Becky turned on the radio and a smooth and hot song began to play, while she started a very sensual dance. At the same time, she took off her clothes, piece by piece, slowly. Then, she sat down in a coach, in front of the two excited lookers, and showed them her naked beauty, doing sexy poses, as the music continued playing.
After that, Becky reclined on the couch and, smiling at the guest, and begged: “-Please, Ramon, come here and make me feel satiated...”
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George was deeply in love with his charming girlfriend, Becky. She was 27 years old, but seemed 18 because of her very teen looking. They were living together, and planning to marry. By that time, a very strange idea had occupied George’s mind – he wanted to watch Becky making sex with another man. George had this weird way of thinking: before the marriage, she wasn’t still officially “his wife”. So, it was the last opportunity that he had to realise that exciting vision.
One night, George took courage and talked Becky of his wish. She became red! She couldn’t understand why he was wishing that crazy thing. For many times, Becky tried to convince him to give up that mad wish, because she loved him, she needed only him, of his love, care and attention.
As George was irreducible of that purpose, Becky finally gave in to his desire. But, with one condition – she would choose “the lucky guy” by herself. That was unnegotiable, and he agreeded.
One week thereafter, George told a very close friend about what was gonna happen, and Peter said: “-Oh, man, you are a very sick person! When I first saw Becky at the club, in that small yellow bikini, I realised how fortunate you are. Man, she is a real princess! A beautiful girl, and she’s fond too. She loves you. Why would you share this pussy cat with another man? Are you nuts?”
After a short silence, with a shameless smile, Peter asked: “-Hey, man, can I be the lucky guy?” And George answered angry: “-Of course you can’t, asshole. In the first place, this guy must be totally unknown to us, because it will happen just one time. Second, Becky will choose the guy. Third, what a fine friend you are, huh?”
Two months later, Becky advised George that she had found the guy, told him about the plan and he said it was ok for him, including the fact of George being a spectator. So, next saturday it would be “the fucking day” (literally...), and he should prepare himself for that.
Well, the day “F” had come, and George rubbed his hands nervously. Becky told him she was very happy and excited that day. The bell rang, Becky opened the door, gave a fond kiss in the guest and introduced him to George: “-Honey, this is Ramon, the guy I told you.” George greeted him with undisguised surprise, and took leave to talk reservedly with Becky.
“-Damn it, Becky! This guy isn’t white!”, and the girl reprimanded him severely: “-Shhhh! Shut up! You never talk to me this way again! First, I would choose the guy, do you remember that? Second, you never talked of any “preference of skin”. Third, it’s too late to double! Fourth, I don’t want to be married with a goddamn racist! So, make up your mind now! At last, I will fuck this guy anyway, with or without your watch!”
George was corraled. That was a point of no return. If he refused Ramon, Becky would break off the engagement, and he would never see her again. Worst: she would fuck him, anyway. Becky had changed of heart. She wasn’t any more that sweet and submissive girl, that always yielded to his will.
George was shocked and, at the same time, sexually excited by her behaviour. The strong contrast between her graceful silhouette and that firm determination of fucking that man, with or without his permission, made his penis hard as a rock. This time, George gave in to Becky’s desire: “-Ok, sweetie, you won. Let’s proceed with the plan.” A big smile brightened her pretty face, when she said: “-Oh, fluffy, I knew you wouldn’t disappointed me.” And then she gave a little kiss in his cheek, whispering maliciously at his ear, as only a woman can do: “-Now, I will not disappoint you...” That gave him the shivers...
Then, the couple returned to the living room, where Ramon was patiently waiting for them. Becky took the lead, and said: “-Now, my two men, sit down and look on the little show I prepared for you.”
Those words! That was a side of Becky totally unknown to George. Besides, she never looked so lassie as she was in that saturday. George seemed too much older than she, and the difference between them was only three years. She was wearing tiny shorts and a pink blouse “glued on her body”. The rawhide sandals revealed her adorable feet. Yes, it was a vision to lose one’s wind!
Becky turned on the radio and a smooth and hot song began to play, while she started a very sensual dance. At the same time, she took off her clothes, piece by piece, slowly. Then, she sat down in a coach, in front of the two excited lookers, and showed them her naked beauty, doing sexy poses, as the music continued playing.
After that, Becky reclined on the couch and, smiling at the guest, and begged: “-Please, Ramon, come here and make me feel satiated...”
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