by Lexi Archer
Of course even if I wasn’t exactly turned on by him, I was turned on by my fiancée. In particular I found myself turned on by the look on her face. By the way her mouth was hanging open. By the way her eyes were riveted to him. Who knew that I’d get so worked up watching my fiancée watch another man? And yet there it was. I was feeling that strange thing that I still wasn’t quite ready to call arousal as I looked at their silent back and forth.
I cleared my throat and both of them jumped as though they were just realizing I was in the room. I felt a pang of irritation at that, but at the same time being ignored by both of them like that sent a thrill running through me. It was the strangest fucking thing. Where the hell were these feelings coming from?
“Sorry man,” Anthony said. “Didn’t see you there.”
Yeah, I bet he didn’t see me there. It would be hard for him to see herd of elephants stampeding through the room with the way he was staring at my fiancée. With the way his eyes were raking up and down her body, not that I could blame him. She was fucking sexy after all!
“I suppose introductions are in order,” I said. “Anthony, this is…”
Anthony held out a hand that stopped me. “No need for introductions man. I know Brandi!”
Brandi turned and arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me Anthony was your new roommate!”
Then to my surprise she went over and hugged him. Not exactly the kind of hug she’d give me, she wasn’t jumping on him and wrapping her legs around him like she had earlier when she met me at the door, for example, but I was still surprised to see her giving any sort of hug at all to a man who wasn’t me. I was also surprised that my cock was, well, not exactly standing to attention considering it hadn’t really gone down after Brandi and I got busy in my bedroom, but it was definitely sitting up and taking notice. I felt a roaring jealous monster rise up inside me, but along with that jealousy there was something else. Something that had never been there before. Something that surprised me.
Who the hell was I kidding? I was dancing around it by calling it not quite arousal. I might as well be honest with myself I was getting turned on watching my fiancée hug my new roommate!
I couldn’t explain it, I didn’t know what was wrong with me or what was going on, but I also couldn’t deny how I was feeling. I couldn’t deny how hot it was watching them together, even if it was just a brief hug and then they were apart. They were standing a suitable distance from one another. And yet the damage had been done. In that brief moment when their bodies were pressing together my world had been opened to a new set of possibilities. A new world of possibilities that I’d never considered before.
Still, I could deal with that stuff later. Right now I was more curious as to how the hell they knew each other.
“You’ve met before?”
It’s not that I was against Brandi hanging out with other guys. I didn’t have a problem with her having guy friends. I’d never been the jealous type before which made this sudden surge of jealousy as I watched the two of them hugging all the more surprising. But she definitely never mentioned being friends with a guy like Anthony before. Maybe it was exactly because he was so built, such an obvious ladies man, that I was feeling this jealousy when I hadn’t before.
Their reactions were a study in contrast. How they both reacted to that seemingly simple question was fascinating. It was also a definitely getting my cock’s attention.
Brandi looked down and blushed. Definitely an interesting reaction. Why on earth would she be blushing at a simple question like that? Like I said, I wasn’t really the jealous type, at least I hadn’t been the jealous type until this moment. Only when she looked down and blushed like that, when she bit her lip the same way she did when we were getting really hot and heavy in the bedroom, well let’s just say that gave fuel to that jealous side of me that was suddenly making itself known. It made me wonder what the hell was going on in her head to prompt that kind of reaction. What the hell had happened with my new roommate to prompt that kind of reaction.
Anthony, on the other hand, shrugged and smiled as though it wasn’t a big deal. If Brandi’s reaction made me think there was something going on, well Anthony’s reaction made me think that whatever it was, it wasn’t a big deal. Only that it seemed to be a big deal to my fiancée made me worry. Maybe he was the kind of guy who had a new girl over every night, he certainly was built enough that he could get away with that sort of thing, and if some of those girls happened to be dating other guys then what was that to him?
To the player it wouldn’t be a big deal. To the taken girl who fell in with the player it might be a very big deal.
Damn it. Why was I thinking like this? Brandi had never given me a reason to suspect and these thoughts running through my head were crazy. Almost as though I wanted those crazy thoughts to be true. Why was I so turned on thinking my fiancée might be one of those hypothetical girls he’d been with?
“We know each other from the gym,” Anthony said.
I blinked. That was it? “The gym?”
“Yeah,” Anthony said. “We work out together sometimes. Spot each other on weights, that sort of thing.”
All the tension I’d been feeling drained as soon as he said that. Brandi went to the gym quite a bit, and it was never something that would’ve occurred to me as a potential source of trouble. I have to admit I really liked the body she had as a result of all the time she spent at the gym, morning and sometimes evenings. I knew she had friends she worked out with, and if Anthony was one of those then whatever. That definitely wasn’t a big deal.
Only there was still the way she’d reacted. There was that guilty look. I’d seen that, I wasn’t imagining things, and if she was looking guilty that made me think that maybe her workout sessions with Anthony meant a little more than just a couple gym regulars helping each other out. At least it meant a lot more to her. Enough that she blushed and looked guilty.
I was also surprised at my reaction. Sure the tension drained from me as soon as he told me what was going on, but I felt another tension. An odd tension that I never would’ve expected. Was I actually disappointed that there wasn’t something going on between my fiancée and this guy? What the hell was wrong with me?
“So are you just back from a workout?” Brandi asked.
“Yeah, I try to get in at least a little bit of running every day,” he said.
“Maybe we could go for a run sometime?”
What was she talking about? One of the reasons Brandi went to the gym so often was because she hated running. She was always griping about how it hurt her legs, and that the ellipticals at the gym worked so much better. And now that Anthony was talking about going for a run she was suddenly all about it? Yeah, something weird was definitely going on here, and the weirdest thing about it was how much it was turning me on reading the subtext of what was going on here.
“Maybe,” he said. “For now I have to get a shower though. Nice to meet you.”
He said that last bit with a wink and Brandi blushed again, only this time I was waiting for the blush. This time I was looking straight at her. I was more than intrigued by it.
Anthony disappeared down the hall and a moment later I heard the shower start. Both of our rooms were at opposite ends of a hall adjacent to the living room with the bathroom in between. Right up against where I had my bed, actually.
Brandi stared at the bathroom door for a lingering moment then wheeled around, her hair flying, and stared at me. I almost took a step back at that look. It was a predatory look. It was a fucking sexy look. It was a look that was the mother of all “fuck me” looks. She advanced on me like a sexy tigress stalking her prey through the jungle, and I was more than willing to let her catch me.
She grabbed my hand and yanked me back to my bedroom. I smiled. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her practically flirting with my new roommate right in front of me like that, but if it was going to get her to act like this more often then I was all for it!
5
: Unexpected Firsts
As soon as we were back in the bedroom Brandi grabbed me and threw me down onto the bed. My eyes widened in surprise but I decided I was going to go with it, no matter what the source of this incredible sexual energy was.
Now it was her turn it to be the aggressor. She jumped on top of me and her mouth descended on mine. I opened my mouth to her and once again felt the delicious taste that was my fiancée as her tongue darted out and filled my mouth.
Brandi was moaning and grinding her pussy against me. I reached down and yanked up on her tank top and for a change she didn’t protest. Usually she always let me pull her shirt off, but not before a token gesture of trying to be a good girl. This time she let out a growl, reached down, and lifted the damn thing straight over her head!
She pulled away from our brief make out session and I stared up at her in disbelief. Her eyes were lidded as she continued grinding her pussy against me, so hot and so inviting even through her shorts. She reached down and started pawing at my shirt. I moved down to help her and a moment later I was shirtless and she was topless. Once more she descended on me and her mouth was on mine, then she was kissing along my neck and sucking just hard enough that I worried she might leave mark.
Only it’s not like I had much time for worry. No, I was too preoccupied by the incredible feeling of her tits pressed against my chest. No matter how many times that happened I never got tired of the feeling my fiancée’s hot naked body pressing against mine. I never got tired of her amazing chest and her deliciously hard nipples rubbing against me.
Only this time there was something new. Something different. A new naughty fantasy worming its way through my mind as my fiancée pressed her hot petite body against me. As she moved up and started making out with me again.
I’m not sure where the thought came from, but my mind was suddenly filled with images of her pressing that hot petite body against another man. Of her delicious white skin pressing against a chocolate muscled god. Of her getting just as hot, of her grinding her pussy against another man’s massive cock.
And rather than making me sick to my stomach, rather than pissing me off, rather than sending me into a murderous rage like you might expect from thinking about your woman with another man, instead those thoughts just made my cock that much harder. Instead it made my body tingle all over. It sent me into a heightened state where I was hyper aware of every spot where Brandi’s body made contact with mine. Where I was imagining that I was another man feeling that sensation for the first time, getting to explore her incredible body for the first time.
I’m not sure what it was. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of my fiancée with another man. Perhaps it was just the idea of her stepping out on me. I’m not sure what it was, but the idea of watching her suddenly filled my mind. It was all I could think of. Projecting myself into this hypothetical guy’s head, though to be perfectly honest after that display in the living room there was one guy in particular I was thinking of even though I was afraid to admit it to myself.
I was so distracted by those thoughts that I was barely registering what was actually going on with my fiancée right in the room with me. With her grinding against me. It was probably a good thing I was slightly distracted too, because otherwise that grinding probably would’ve been enough for me to blow my load against her. That would’ve prevented what happened next, and I could hardly believe it even as it happened.
I came back to reality when I felt her fumbling at my pants. I looked down and stared in astonishment as she undid the snap on my shorts and then unzipped them. Started pulling them down.
“Fuck Brandi!” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t want to comment on how crazy she was acting, on how out of character this seemed, for fear that it would break this strange spell that had overtaken her. So I just thrust my hips up as she crawled back up my body. As she yanked my boxers down next and my cock sprang free.
Then I was treated to the incredible sight of my fiancée down between my legs with my cock jutting up towards her face as she crawled back up. I wondered if she was going to stop there and take my cock into her mouth. That was one of the things she was willing to do instead of actually fucking me, and I loved her blowjobs. I loved feeling her tight mouth wrapping around my cock, even if she sometimes had trouble fitting more than half its length into her mouth.
I wasn’t exactly porn star huge or anything, probably about average, but her mouth was so tiny that she sometimes had trouble taking it and she definitely made me feel porn star huge every time she gave me a blowjob. It was one of my favorite things in the world to thrust up and bury my cock in her mouth, to fill her with my come and feel her swallowing it. To know that I was filling her body with my seed even if it wasn’t quite filling her in the way I wanted to be filling her.
Only this time she continued right up and she was kissing me again. Only now her almost naked body, only her shorts were still in the way, was grinding against me. And with me completely naked I could feel the warm slick wetness of her pussy soaking through her shorts and panties. We’d never gotten this far before. We’d never been this exposed to one another before. And I took that for the sign I’m pretty sure it was.
She was acting very odd, and I had a good idea as to exactly what was the source of this sudden burst of sexual energy. This sudden burst of naughtiness. This sudden desire to give into temptation.
I flipped her around and she stared up at me, breathing heavily with her gorgeous tits heaving under me. I moved down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and she arched her back, pressed it further against my lips. I swirled my tongue around her as I explored her tits with my other hand then I was kissing down her stomach. Down to that wonderful spot between her legs. I’d gone down on her before, but I had something else in mind today. I hooked my fingers into her shorts and panties and pulled them down.
And rather than stopping me, rather than telling me we shouldn’t, she lifted her ass. She was exposed to me. I saw the beautiful petals of her pussy. She looked so slick, so wet, so turned on.
I looked up and she was breathing heavily. She was staring down at me like a woman possessed. And I realized she had one ear cocked to the side ever so slightly. As though she was listening to something.
What could she…?
Then I realized what she was doing. I realized what I could hear from my vantage point at the foot of the bed. What she could no doubt hear even over the sound of her labored breathing.
A shower. More specifically Anthony in the shower washing off after he was done with his run.
It hit me what was happening. What was going on here. She was listening to the sound of Anthony showering. And from the look on her face maybe she was thinking about the water running down his muscular body. Was that what had her so worked up?
I moved on top of her and then she turned to smile at me. She was back in the moment with me. Maybe that had only been a momentary distraction. At least that’s what I told myself.
And once more I couldn’t deny that it was actually kind of hot thinking about her listening in on him. It had me thinking about my fiancée going down the hall, opening the door to the bathroom, and surprising my new roommate by hopping into the shower with him. Letting the water run down her tight, hot, wet…
Speaking of hot and wet. Holy shit! My cockhead pressed against her pussy and it felt like an electric shock ran through my body. And instead of stopping me, instead of reaching out to push me away, I felt her hands circle my cock. I looked down at her and raised a questioning eyebrow as she looked up at me and bit her lip.
She looked so fucking sexy. My fiancée looked like a beautiful angel laid out on the bed before me. Her gorgeous face, her slim neck, her amazing breasts that were jutting out towards me, her slim petite stomach, her amazing ass, and her hand guiding me towards her pussy.
I lined my cock up at the entrance to her pussy and I was about to press inside when she suddenly got that familiar look on her face. On
ce more I wanted to cry out in frustration. I was so close! Closer than I’d ever been.
Her hand moved out and pushed against my chest, kept me from pushing inside her no matter how much I wanted to sink my cock inside her delicious folds.
“Wait,” she gasped. “We can’t.”
I leaned down and kissed along her neck. “Come on baby. We’re so close! And we’re engaged!”
Brandi pushed me back again and I half expected her to start giving me a lecture about how we were waiting for marriage, but there was none of that in the offing this time. No, she had a smile on her face rather than the serious look she usually had when I tried to use that line on her.
“Not that silly,” she said. “I mean you’re not wearing a condom!”
Shit. Condoms! How could I forget condoms?
Then a chilling thought hit me. I didn’t just forget about condoms. I didn’t actually have any on me. Not in my drawer, not even the emergency one in my wallet which probably couldn’t have been trusted to do its job after five years of sitting in a sweaty hot wallet anyways.
I used to have condoms in my nightstand back when Brandi and I first started dating. Back when I was still hopeful that something might happen. Back before I knew she was the waiting for marriage type.
All those condoms had long since expired and I’d thrown them out. I hadn’t bothered to get new ones because why bother when I knew we were waiting for marriage? I’d planned on having one hell of a box waiting on our wedding night, but I’d gotten so used to the idea that we weren’t actually going to do anything no matter how tempted we were that I stopped buying them.
And now here I was kicking myself because I’d gotten complacent and now I was in the moment and it looked like the moment was going to pass me by because I didn’t have any condoms.
I heard clattering in the bathroom next door. I heard the water from the shower and an idea occurred to me. I didn’t have any condoms, but what about Anthony? Surely he’d have something. He was unattached as far as I knew, and so surely he had some sitting around just in case.
