Four's A Crowd

by Lexi Archer

  Shouldn’t I be happy with the scraps they were willing to throw my way?

  I sighed. Sat down on a chair that was close enough that I could get a good look at the action. Meanwhile Rick continued acting as the master of ceremonies for this little shindig as he locked the front door and then drew the blinds all around the porch to make sure nobody could look in and see what we were doing out here.

  We were smack dab in the middle of campus on a busy street that was traveled by all sorts of people going to parties, there was the steady thumping of music and the bass line from one hell of a party going on just on the other side of the door with the only thing separating us being a shitty old deadbolt that probably wouldn’t work all that well to begin with.

  It was a hell of a situation to find yourself in, and it looked like it was going to be a hell of a good time.

  Because Ashley hadn’t stopped even as Rick and I took up stations on either side of the girls. He moved back to his perch on the couch and I was in my chair.

  But Ashley was getting more bold now. Rick had pulled Chelsey’s shorts and panties down so Ashley had full access now, and I could see my fiancees pussy glistening with arousal. Obviously she was pretty fucking turned on.

  Meanwhile Ashley’s hips churned in a hypnotic fashion. I could watch an ass like that moving in that circular turned on way for hours and never get tired of it. There was just something about the way she moved that said she was pure sex, that she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing with my fiancee, and that she was going to give us an evening that none of us were going to forget.

  I thought that maybe I would get to see everything. Maybe I’d get to see Ashley going down on my girlfriend, and wouldn’t that be a fucking hot sight!

  Only as Ashley leaned down, as it looked like she was about to replace her fingers with her tongue down there, Rick stepped in and ruined the fun before it could really get started.

  Damn it Rick. What the hell was he doing? The last thing I needed was for him to interrupt the fantasy going on here by trying to put himself between his girl and my girl!

  “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed.

  Rick turned. Grinned. Clearly he was enjoying the hell out of my discomfort. Clearly he enjoyed the hell out of annoying me.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked. “Your girl is practically begging for it.”

  I looked at Chelsey. Her mouth was open and her eyes were lidded. Her chest heaved and oh God it was so fucking hypnotic. She was so fucking hot.

  And it was clear she was gone. Totally and completely. I’d seen her like this before. Not all that often, but often enough. She was obviously hot and bothered. She was obviously ready for whatever Rick was going to throw her way.

  “Are you…”

  I realized that it didn’t matter what I asked her in that moment. It wouldn’t matter a bit whether or not she really wanted to do this. Whether she thought it was a good idea.

  Because the plain truth was she was obviously so turned on, so hot, that there wasn’t any way she wasn’t going through with this.

  Maybe at the beginning I might’ve had some control over this, but that moment was long gone. No, my chance to stop any of this from happening was back when the fantasy first took hold of my imagination. Back when I got so turned on that we had that naughty moment over voice chat.

  The time to stop this wasn’t now. That time probably hadn’t existed since she put on those impossibly tight shorts earlier tonight. Since she decided she was going to tease Rick and really make him jealous.

  Only now it was going so much farther than teasing and making him jealous. Now I knew she was going to give herself over to him. Totally and completely. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  And, surprisingly, I was hot thinking of that. It was as though I’d been defeated, but at the same time wasn’t this exactly what I wanted? Wasn’t this exactly what I’d ask for? Wasn’t this exactly what I’d hoped for when I offered up my fiancée? When I took Rick up on the unspoken challenge he’d hit me with at the bar?

  Rick didn’t say anything else to me. No, he got down in between Chelsey’s legs. He replaced Ashley’s fingers with his own.

  For her part, Ashley looked like she was a little annoyed that he was replacing her fingers with his own. Maybe she’d gotten a hell of a lot more into finger fucking my fiancee than I realized. Maybe she really was enjoying the opportunity to give Chelsey the ultimate tease.

  Chelsey looked almost disappointed when Ashley’s fingers pulled away, but then Ashley moved up and started kissing her. Their mouths opened and their tongues dueled with one another as they made out again. Only this time Ashley leaned down and pressed against my fiancée and her hands roamed her body, pulling Chelsey’s top up and exposing her to the room.

  They really started getting into it from there, their bodies molding together. their tits pressing together.

  Meanwhile it looked like Rick wasn’t quite done yet. No, he’d unzipped his own pants and he was lining himself up at Chelsey’s pussy.

  I guess he was tired of waiting around. It looked like there was going to be no more fucking around. No, he was going to take her. This was it. The moment of fucking truth.

  I held my breath. I’d fantasized about this. I hadn’t fantasized about Ashley, to be sure, but Rick lining himself up on my fiancee was exactly what I’d been imagining when I thought about Chelsey getting with someone else.

  Though it looked like Ashley wasn’t anywhere close to being done with my girl either. No, she was working the buttons on her own shorts and slipping them down as she continued dueling with my fiancée’s mouth. As she and Chelsey continued sucking face like they were a couple of teenagers who’d just discovered making out for the first time and now they were making up for lost time.

  I wondered what the hell Ashley could possibly have planned as she shimmied out of her shorts. Although I also found myself supremely distracted by the sight of her shimmying out of those shorts. It was one hell of a sexy little striptease, though honestly it’s not like there was much of a tease since she pulled her pants down rather matter-of-factly and then she stood there in the dim light of the porch in all her glory.

  And oh what a glory it was! She was captivating. She was beautiful. She was the epitome of a young beautiful college girl, and as I looked at Chelsey I realized that she was staring at me staring at Ashley. Staring really fucking intently.

  And there was a frown there on her face. I wondered what that could possibly mean. And then it hit me.

  All of this. Everything that had happened tonight. It was just supposed to be a little teasing, but had she seen the way I was looking at Ashley earlier when Rick brought her into the living room? Chelsey had just been doing a little tease then, but she’d very quickly gone from a little tease to a hell of a lot more than teasing.

  And as I stared at her I wondered if this was all part of her plan. If this was her way of getting back at me for staring at a younger woman. I knew she was self-conscious about that, after all, and what if this was her way of paying me back?

  Damn it. Could she really be doing all of this because she was jealous? Because she was upset at me staring at another girl and she decided she was going to get her revenge? It seemed out of character, and yet at the same time it seemed completely like something she could do if she was upset enough.

  I licked my lips. Again, I was struck with the temptation to say something, anything. To try and defuse this situation. To try and stop her before Rick got his cock inside her, but then a smile spread across her face as she stared at me. A smile that told me something was happening. That I was missing something important.

  I looked down her body. Down past her incredible tits. Down between her legs were…

  Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I could hardly believe it, and yet there was Rick with his cock buried in my fiancée. I’d been so focused on looking at her face, so worried about trying to figure out exactly why it w
as she was going this far, that I’d missed the moment when he pressed inside her. When his cock had split her down the middle and apparently she was well lubricated because damn that had been fast.

  My eyes moved from the spot between her legs where they were coming together up to Rick’s face. Up to where he was smiling at me. And it was that same cocky smile. The same one from the night when he’d said he would fuck her. When he made it known that he would like nothing more than to have a chance at my fiancée, and now he was getting that chance.

  My mouth felt dry. My breath was picking up. I was having trouble understanding what was going on.

  This was all so wrong. That was my fiancée. My beautiful lovely future wife. She was supposed to be faithful to me. She was supposed to love, honor, and obey, even if we hadn’t exactly said those words yet.

  And now here she was with another man’s dick buried inside her, and it was all because I’d led her to this moment. I’d allowed my arousal, my focus on this fantasy, to bring us to a place where she was letting another man fuck her.

  There was a storm of emotions coursing through me, but above all of those emotions was an overriding feeling of arousal. Was my cock throbbing so fucking hard.

  Shit. My mind might not be sure exactly how I felt about all of this, but my cock sure as hell knew what it wanted, and it was getting exactly what it wanted!

  I didn’t have to wait long for the real fun to begin, though. No, Rick was getting the ultimate fantasy, he was following through on the promise he’d made, and it looked like he was going to follow through on it. Fuck!

  He pulled out and slammed inside her. Inside my fiancée. She wasn’t supposed to be with another man, she wasn’t supposed to do anything like this, and yet here she was being filled by another man’s cock.

  And there was still Ashley, as well. My eyes narrowed. What the hell was she doing? What was her game?

  I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I was very interested in whatever the hell was she was doing.

  There was one thing that really stood out as she stood there in all her glory. She was in really good shape. It was obvious she spent a good chunk of time in the gym. My mouth watered as I looked her up and down. As I imagined what it might feel like to get to enjoy her on a more up close and personal level. As I wondered what it would feel like to run my hands along her body.

  I’d had the best, that was for sure, but there was a part of me that wondered what it would feel like to get with this hottie. Not to the point that I was willing to do something stupid like risk my relationship with Chelsey, but then again it seemed like that relationship was already being risked in a major way as she let another man fuck her.

  This went so far beyond anything we’d planned, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  I felt sick to my stomach. I felt a queasiness that threatened to overwhelm me. More than anything I felt like I should be screaming in rage. Like I should be ripping them apart. Punching Rick out and letting him know what I thought of him trying to get with my girl.

  But I couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. No, that would destroy the fantasy if I broke them apart, and that was the last thing I wanted.

  So I watched. With my cock rock hard. And meanwhile Ashley was using those strong legs, that incredible toned body that looked like it was built for sin, to climb up on the couch.

  My eyes narrowed. What the hell was her game? What was she up to? What could she possibly be…

  Chelsey looked up at her and licked her lips. I imagined what that view must look like from my fiancée’s point of view. Looking up and seeing another woman straddling her on that couch.

  Of course. I was such a fucking idiot. What else would she be doing? She was climbing up on the couch because she had every intention of enjoying Chelsey in the same way that Chelsey had been enjoying Ashley earlier, only she wasn’t going to be happy with fingers.

  No, obviously she wanted to push my fiancée much farther than that. I licked my lips. Leaned forward. Stared intently. Wondered how far this was going to go. Wondered if my fiancée was actually going to do this, or if she would chicken out at the last moment.

  I’m going to be honest here, I could see it going either way and I would have been disappointed and elated no matter which choice she made.

  Only it looked like Ashley wasn’t in the mood to give Chelsey much of a choice. No, no sooner had she straddled Chelsey that she was lowering herself. Damn she had to be fucking strong to do that. Her muscles weren’t even tensing just a little bit as she lowered herself onto Chelsey’s waiting mouth.

  And there was no doubt in my mind that her mouth was waiting for a taste of Ashley and her sexy delicious pussy. Chelsey’s mouth was wide open, and her tongue stuck out as Ashley got closer.

  I shivered. Damn. I knew she liked giving head on yours truly, but I never would have thought to see this side of her. I was learning all sorts of wonderful new things about my fiancée tonight, and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. All I knew was it was so hot. So very hot.

  What the hell. I figured if they weren’t going to let me participate directly then at the very least I was going to get some small enjoyment out of all of this. And so I reached down. Unzipped my pants. Pulled my cock out.

  They could’ve told me to stop, but I had no intention of doing anything of the sort. No, I was too far gone. This whole scenario was too fucking hot. And the last thing I wanted was to do something silly like not enjoy the fuck out of it!

  So I watched. Stared as my fiancée stuck her tongue out and tasted a woman. I couldn’t even say if it was for the first time or not. I had no idea exactly how experienced or inexperienced she might be when it came to women. Sure I’d asked her, what guy hadn’t, but what she told me and the reality might’ve been two different things considering the way she was reacting tonight.

  I realized that I thought I knew a lot more about my fiancée than I actually did, and I was enjoying discovering all of these wonderful new sides of her, even if it was a little insane that I was discovering all of these wonderful new things now when we were already engaged to be married.

  Ashley threw her head back. She opened her mouth in a gasp, and whatever the hell it was Chelsey was doing it was clear it was good enough that Ashley was enjoying the ever loving fuck out of it. She gasped and she pressed herself down again. Bore down on my fiancée’s mouth.

  She seemed to really be getting into it as her hips churned. As she moved her ass in a hypnotic dance as she fucked my fiancée’s face.

  The only indication that she was doing a little bit of contortion that should have been impossible was when she put her hand against the wall for some balance, but even then it seemed like she was only doing it because she needed a little extra balance and not because she was in danger of falling over holding the kind of pose that would make a yoga instructor give her an impressed whistle.

  Again and again her hips rotated and her ass moved. Over and over it seemed that Chelsey was really giving Ashley something to enjoy. And meanwhile I was also treated to the glorious sight of Chelsey’s body moving under Rick’s thrusts.

  Again and again he pressed inside her and again and again she moaned. I wondered if those vibrations were translating up into Ashley’s body and giving her a hell of a treat.

  Fuck. I had to dial it back on my cock. Otherwise I would’ve been in serious danger of losing it.

  Not yet. Not quite yet. Even though I was so close. Even though it seemed like I wasn’t the only one in the room who was so close.

  No, Rick was gasping and his thrusting was starting to get erratic. It was clear from the way he was moving that there was something big coming, and he was going to come right in my fiancee.

  I felt a moment of panic at that. She didn’t have protection. Birth control always made her act a little off so it wasn’t something we’d ever bothered with. We just used condoms most of the time, and occasionally when she was absolutely sure she was off on her cycle we went bareback
.

  And yet here was Rick plowing her for everything he was worth and there was nothing separating their bodies. There was nothing to keep him from blowing his seed deep inside her bodies.

  I was hit with another one of those feelings that I needed to do something, anything, to stop this from happening. And yet at the same time I couldn’t bring myself to stop it. All I could do was watch.

  Meanwhile Ashley was starting to get louder. To the point that I saw her bite he lip and it was obvious she was trying to keep herself from making too much noise. She was trying to keep herself from letting everyone in the party on the other side of that wall know exactly what was going on over here on this side of the wall.

  Though I don’t know who she thought she was kidding. Rick disappearing into the front porch with two beautiful women and locking the door? Everyone knew what that meant, even if there might be a few people who were confused about what was going on since Chelsey was one of those two girls Rick disappeared with and everyone knew she was spoken for.

  The gasps and the moans were starting to reach a crescendo. There was Ashley leaning against the wall with her cheek pressed against it now. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes squeezed shut, and her chest heaved as she gasped and screamed.

  Yeah, there was going to be no hiding what was going on from the people on the other side of that wall. Assuming they could hear what was happening over the noise of the music.

  Then there was Chelsey. I couldn’t see her face, but I sure as fuck could hear her moans. Sure her face was buried in another woman’s pussy, but at the same time there was no mistaking those gasps. It was a familiar symphony I’d heard time and time again, and the only difference this time was the noise was muffled.

  Fuck.

  And then there was Rick. Down between Chelsey’s legs. Sawing in and out of my fiancée. Filling her. Fucking her for everything he was worth.

  God I was so hot. I was going to lose it. It was so intense. I reached down and touched my cock again, and then pulled away. It was like touching a live wire. I was so close to the fucking edge that there was no way I wasn’t going to be able to get away with touching my cock and not blowing a load.