My Ex Wanted Me to Take His Friend's Creampie, Part 1
You'll never guess what happened
It was about 7 p.m. when we were finally getting settled in. My ex’s friends had just gotten off of work on a Friday. I had worked up a nervous tension throughout the day for no identifiable reason. Ever get those weird anxiety spells that you can’t explain? I had one of those that kept coming and going all day. It was annoying.
My relationship with my ex was so exciting. I never knew what was coming next. The anxiety wasn’t all bad. It was good. I knew that something was going to happen that night, but I didn’t know what.
What would end up happening was totally unplanned.
Once we arrived back at his place, it was time for the festivities to begin.
Disclosure: This story is 100% true to the best of my ability to remember it. I don’t write erotica unless I explicitly state it’s a fantasy I’m talking about. This really happened. And just a heads up, this is going to be a long one. So much happened I could turn it into a five-part documentary. While it’s possible to shorten it, I refuse. I need to keep it as authentic as possible.
Back to the story…
It felt good to finally collapse onto his bed while he and his two friends stood there catching up, talking extremely loud. You know how men do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.
We’d been driving around all day. We ran errands, ate lunch, and visited some friends we hadn’t seen in a while. We all took one car to minimize drinking and driving (yay, responsible!).
If anyone needed to get home, I’d be the designated driver. The guys could drink, and I’d watch them be idiots throughout the night; everyone wins (eye roll).
But that’s not exactly how the night played out. One of his two friends had been drinking throughout the day. He was already buzzed when he arrived, and he started chugging liquor.
“This is going to end badly,” I thought to myself. I kept my mouth shut. I’ve learned a thing or two about men and alcohol. You can’t predict how a man will react to something when drunk.
Eventually, our friend was too drunk to talk and then stand. He was completely hammered. The other two were slowly sipping their beers, nothing major. My boyfriend pulled me aside and told me he didn’t want to waste the night babysitting.
We ended up taking Mr. Drunk Ass home.
He didn’t want to go. But he was also too drunk to stand, so he didn’t have much say in the ordeal. We carried his ass to the car and laid him across the back seats. We took him home and headed back to my boyfriend’s place.
Once it was just the three of us, the vibe completely changed. The guy we’d taken home made a habit of drinking like that. It was annoying. I noticed my anxiety was gone. The two left over, my boyfriend and his other friend (we’ll call him Robert), made me feel incredibly relaxed.
Nothing beats that feeling of being in safe, fun company.
About an hour went by, and I could tell my boyfriend was itching. We’d already hooked up with his friends several times before, and I knew he wanted to watch me fuck this friend. He was tall, with short hair (think: white guy rapper haircut short).
He dressed well and took care of his hygiene (huge plus!).
And though I didn’t know it at the time, he was hung like a horse. He must’ve been packing upwards of eight inches in his blue plaid boxers. I didn’t measure, but I knew it was noticeably bigger than my boyfriend’s, who was a bit above average.
My boyfriend turned to the computer we’d been using to play music and hopped on Pornhub. It was time for the games to begin. They took turns picking the videos they thought were the hottest. I watched them as they perused, looking up and down Robert’s thick arms. He wasn’t huge like a bodybuilder or anything.
He was normally proportioned. But it was a nice change of pace. My ex was a bit on the skinny side, and the noticeable difference excited me. Let’s face it, it’s fun getting some new dick that isn’t anything like the old dick (or the same dick).
I’ll never forget the setup.
My boyfriend’s bedroom had a computer desk, a couple chairs, and a bed. The chairs and the desk were on opposite sides of the room.
My boyfriend went to grab a beer. Robert and I chatted for a few minutes, and I paid close attention to his gaze. I could tell he wanted me. When my boyfriend left the room, his eyes lit up, and his smile widened. But he was polite and didn’t try to hit on me (thank God).
Just because someone says it’s okay to sleep with their partner doesn’t mean you can flirt with them or cross other boundaries. Amazing, he knew that so many years ago, before polyamory was everywhere on the internet.
He was just a nice, respectful, chill, quiet guy. He didn’t try to show off. He liked to laugh and stay calm in every situation (including people getting shitfaced before the party even starts). Massive turn-on.
His eyes were childlike and somewhere between hazel and blue.
When my boyfriend came back into the room, he didn’t waste any time.
“You know, it’s totally cool if you want to…” he said, pointing over at me.
Robert didn’t know what to make of it all. But he smiled a big, sexy grin.
“Really?” he said in his usual ultra-chill voice.
“This is great,” I thought to myself silently. Chill dudes make the best threesome partners.
“How could I ever say no to such a thing?” Robert said.
“That’s what I like to hear,” my boyfriend said as he reached over and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. I sat on the bed to let him get a good hold of me. He kissed me for a few brief moments before taking my top off.