Bad Idea: We Sent Sexy Pictures of My New Girlfriend to My Buddy
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Unplanned vacation
Romance Sex Story: Unplanned vacation - We sent sexy pictures of my new girlfriend to my buddy. That was very bad idea, my friend asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go on a date with him too.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching MaleDom FemaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution Revenge Violence
We kissed for a long time at the door, but I don’t think she was herself. She needed someone to comfort her, and it’s hard to resist a tight-fitting, shiny, red party dress. Even if you hate her. Anyway, we stopped after a few minutes and sat down at the table.
‘You’re sweet. I knew you’d help me. The sandwich is delicious.’
“Yeah, I made it for you.”
“I’m really scared of the trial, and this mafia thing ... Aren’t you?”
“Yes. The mafia thing makes me nervous. I read about it. It’s some kind of government scandal.’
“Let’s not talk about it. I’ve got two sleeping pills and an antidepressant in me.
“You seem pretty fresh for that.”
“I’m nervous. I haven’t been able to sleep for days, because it’s on my mind. I’d like to kill that stupid secretary.’
“Ahem ... Well. She only meant well.”
“Good? They were both staring at the ground. They didn’t do anything when they should have.”
“Well ... hm...”
He started crying. I’ll have to change the subject. I wanted her.
‘Have some tea. Maybe it will help.’
‘Yes, I could drink some wine now that you’ve brought it out.’
“Okay, go ahead and drink. I’m not drinking, because I got really drunk yesterday. This is what’s left.’
“When are we going to talk to Carlo?”
“I don’t know, it’s late. I’ll call him tomorrow.’
“I can’t wait until tomorrow...”
She poured herself some wine, there was a little left at the bottom, she poured in the tea, and slowly began to sip it. There was a tense silence between us.
“It’s good, mixed together like this. Delicious.’
“If you’re hungry, there’s also scrambled eggs.”
‘No, I don’t need anything. The sandwich was enough. I can’t eat more.’
‘I can see that. You look exhausted.’
I went closer to her and stroked her face. Her eyes were strangely dull; she pressed her face against mine. I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and breathed heavily into my ear. Then she drank the rest of the tea wine. She hugged me again and sniffed a little.
‘Let’s go to your room and make love.’
I stood up and took her by the hand, just like the first time. She was a little dizzy and didn’t look well. I led her into the living room and onto the bed, not into the bedroom, because I sensed that she wasn’t well. We sat down on the sofa, I hugged her, she leaned on me and fell asleep on my neck. I laid her down, her head fell back, her hands hung down. I adjusted her, put a blanket over her and a pillow under her head. I watched her anxiously, but she was breathing. Maybe she just fell asleep. I left a dim light on, and went to the bedroom alone. I hope she’ll be fine in the morning, and nothing else is missing, that something went wrong. I was afraid of the mafia, I was worried about her, I hated her and was angry with her, and if that wasn’t enough, I even wanted to fuck her. But not like this. This story isn’t pretty. It would have been better if I hadn’t called her here.
I checked on her a few times to see if she was alive, her saliva was dripping, but she was asleep. She was breathing loudly; she wasn’t in good shape, but we’ll see in the morning ... Sometimes, I’ll check on her to see if I need to call a doctor. If something happens to her at my place, even Carlo won’t be able to get me out of this. I have to take care of her. Why the hell did I call her here? I shouldn’t have.
It was still very dark, before 3 a.m., and I was fast asleep when I felt someone’s hand on my body. I woke up with a start. It was her; she had come over and hugged me. She took off her tight clothes and was wearing only a pair of panties. I took her hand, pulled it to my mouth, and kissed it. I turned towards her, covered her with my own blanket, and hugged her.
‘I was worried about you last night.’
“Yeah, I passed out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I shouldn’t have drunk wine with my antidepressants.’
“Was that why?”
“Yes, I haven’t tried it yet, but I read that it knocks you out.”
“Oh my God, you did that on purpose?”
“Yes, but I didn’t know what would happen. I had to sleep. I had to.”
‘And all this at my place. If something happens to you...
‘You’re only thinking about yourself again. Yesterday, I couldn’t sleep a wink at your friend’s place. But days ago ... Now, I’ve finally managed to get a few hours at yours.’
“Okay, you just passed out because you drank wine with antidepressants. Is that why you came?”
“Are you crazy? Why would I come for that? How was I supposed to know you’d offer me wine?’
“Okay, then. I’m sorry. Are you feeling better?’
I thought you’d never ask...”
‘And?’
“No. I’m tired, but I can’t relax. I’m worried and scared. I can’t get it out of my head. I’m not feeling very well. While you’re at work, I’d like to rest at your place. I’ll cook something and clean up. If you don’t mind...”
‘Okay, I’ll talk to Carlo. Maybe I’ll invite him over here. Or, the three of us can go to the pub. I’m scared, too. What have you gotten yourself into...?”
‘I regret it. I really regret it. Plus, I’m the one who started the whole thing with the threesome. I’m sorry.’
I turned to her; she was wearing nothing but tight panties. I kissed her, felt her breasts, caressed her back. She sighed and hugged me back. We lay side by side, facing each other. I kissed her. She held me tighter and stronger, caressing me, too. I undressed, I wanted her so badly. She took off her panties herself, we lay facing each other, I pulled her close to me, lifted one of her thighs, and pressed my cock against her pussy. She was very tight. She had never been this tight before. I simply couldn’t fit inside her. I reached down to help with my hand.
‘No! Please ... I can’t ... I’m tense ... I can’t do it.’
I pulled back. She was trembling. She hugged and kissed me.
‘Just kiss me there, please. I’ll let you know when it feels good, more. Just gently... ‘
I threw the blanket on the floor, laid her on her back, and started kissing her body, starting with her neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. I reached her hips, spread her legs, and kissed her crotch. First I kissed one, then the other, caressing her gently as I went. I looked at her face, but she lay on the pillow with her eyes closed, occasionally licking her lips. Finally, I kissed her thigh all the way down, then flicked my tongue over her clitoris. She sighed. She grabbed my head, pushed it down a little, and I pushed my tongue into her. I caressed her thighs, stomach, and breasts, as far as my hands could reach. Sometimes I looked at her face; she sighed with her eyes closed.
This went on for a long time. I watched her, I was gentle, and I looked at her often, but she just lay there with her eyes closed and sighed. My tongue was already sore. Every spot I licked was covered in saliva. I didn’t time it, but nothing happened for 20 minutes. Then, suddenly, she moaned, pushed my head down to her clitoris, held my head between her thighs, panted, moaned, sighed...
“Oh my God, ... now ... now please ... like this ... like this ... one now aaaaaah!...”
She enjoyed it for a long time. I got into it, kissing her clitoris as if it were her mouth, my tongue circling her vagina, already scratched by my own teeth, hopefully not bleeding yet. I sucked, licked, and tongued her, and she just screamed and pulled my hair, but she squeezed my head with her thighs, moaned, screamed, and squealed. It lasted a long time, and hurt a little. Especially since she squeezed my head with her thighs while pulling my hair with all her strength. Her tense body suddenly relaxed, and she fell back onto the bed. It was over. I gave a few more gentle kisses to her completely wet clitoris and thighs. I was crazy with desire, I wanted to penetrate her, too. I slid up her body and pressed my cock against her spread legs. It didn’t work like before. Even though she was soaking wet, she was still tight. I pushed with my hand and pushed a little, moving the tip inside her. She put her hand over her mouth.
‘Please ... not like this ... I can’t ... I have to cry. I can’t take it anymore. Please ... I’m sorry... ‘
I let go. I moved away from her hips, hugged her, kissed her. I pushed her back onto the bed. She turned to me, reached down with her hand to my cock, and started jerking me off. I should have told her it wasn’t important, that I could take it, not to do it. But I didn’t say anything. She could see that I was going crazy with desire. I turned my head halfway and kissed her. We kissed, and she did it to me with her hand, I hugged and kissed her, and after a few strokes, I screamed, she pushed harder, and my sperm splattered all over the bed, everywhere. She laughed. Finally, she laughed. She snuggled up to me, caressed me, and smiled as she spread the cum over my body. She gave me lots of kisses, and I was still gasping for air.
‘You have to go wash up, or I’ll have to wash the sheets tomorrow.’
“Okay, just let me catch my breath. I’ll be right there.’
She snuggled up to me, I hugged her, and I went to wash up. I lay back down next to her in bed, both of us naked. She hugged me; I don’t know if she fell asleep in the end, but I did. In the morning, I woke up to the alarm clock, it was already light outside. I was alone in bed, suddenly not knowing what had happened, whether she had slept here last night, whether our lovemaking had been real or just a dream. Somewhere in the apartment, the lights were on. Had I forgotten to turn them off last night? I got dressed and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. She was standing at the kitchen counter, making breakfast. She was smiling.
“Hi. I’m making you breakfast. There’s some scrambled eggs left over from yesterday. Is that okay?”
“Sure, thanks.”
She came over, hugged me, and kissed me. I was still half asleep. So, it happened. She came back, and we made love. Oh my God, what’s going to happen now?
I had to hurry. I ate breakfast, kissed her, she promised to wait for me with dinner, and I told her to go back to sleep. Then I left for work. It was easier than ever before. I was worried about the trial. When should I call Carlo, when won’t I be disturbing him? Can I tell him this on the phone? What if they’re tapping the line? I’ll write to him. That’s no good either, they can trace it. I’ll call him. After lunch. I’ll call him, no matter what. We’re both scared, and we have to put an end to this somehow.
‘Hey buddy, come on, the boss is calling! He’s waiting for you in his office!’
Oh, fuck, that’s all I needed. This doesn’t bode well. The boss doesn’t deal with assigning work, he leaves that to someone else. I don’t have any money anyway because I blew it all to whores, and if he fires me now, I’m screwed. I won’t even have money for food. I wiped my hands and headed for the boss’s office. It wasn’t a fancy office, it had a window from the warehouse, and it was mostly open, so we could go in anytime, but we didn’t usually disturb him. He often came out to check if everything was okay, said a few words, and went back to his computer. He didn’t even have a secretary! What kind of boss is that? On my way to the office, I saw from a distance that the boss had visitors. They were standing behind him, a man and a woman. Oh, fuck. Two police officers are waiting in the office. Holy shit. I’m done for. It’s over.
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