Chapter 24

Okay, so I was having extremely lustful thoughts about someone else’s girlfriend ... even though my own girlfriend was pressed tight against me, our hands intimately engaged with each other’s bodies...

And I worry about her loyalty to me? How two-faced is that?

So I’m a complete hypocrite, but Cynthia’s body is certainly worth admiring.

YOU would have had lustful thoughts about her – you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.

But let me put that into perspective, so I don’t sound like a TOTAL creep.

I’m a guy, and guys (well, most of us) like looking at females. It’s part of our genetic make up. The primeval urge to pass on our DNA to future generations. We subconsciously size up ANY woman we meet as a potential mother of our kids.

You know the stock photo that went viral, where the guy is caught by his girlfriend, turning around to admire the rear view of the hot girl they’ve just passed in the street, and the expression on her face shows she’s major league pissed at him for eyeing up another girl? Okay, so he was dumb, doing it quite so blatantly, but he was only reacting to his innate programing. We’ve all done that, taken a second look at some smoking hot chick in the street or the mall.

Heck, it’s even in the Bible – ‘be fruitful and multiply,’ even though the Old Testament goes on to get all sniffy about fornication and lusting after your neighbor’s wife. That’s seriously inconsistent with King David’s murderous adultery with Uriah’s beautiful wife Bathsheba, and the Song of Solomon can get almost erotic, what with Solomon nailing the Queen of Sheba (in addition to his seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines). With lustful David and nude bather Bathsheba as his parents, maybe Solomon was genetically pre-disposed to be a major league stud. We never covered that part in Sunday School, though, it was left to independent Bible study...

To me, Laura and Jess are the most beautiful girls in the world. I may be a tad biased, but I’m not exaggerating their beauty excessively – they’re both very attractive in their own right. Maybe not the ‘9’ or ‘10’ of the models and actresses whose scantily-clad images are everywhere – who doesn’t let his gaze linger on the posters in the windows of stores that sell lingerie or swimwear? Heck, last time I passed an optometrist, the model wearing eyeglasses had one of the most beautiful faces I ever saw...

But Laura and Jess love me, and I love them. It’s the sum of their inner and outer beauty that shines through. They’re special to me right across the spectrum – I can’t begin to list the ways that it shows – from the way their eyes light up when they see me after we’ve been apart, to the sadness in their voices at the end of our evening call, and everything in between.

Jess and Laura are the ones I’m committed to.

But, like I said to Jess earlier, I still look at other women, and I’m planning on doing that until my dying day. God gave us pretty women to brighten the world, and it would be a sin not to admire His works. I just won’t ever touch without her and Laura knowing and approving in advance.

And they also look. Same as men subconsciously checking out other women for breeding potential, so do women look at other men to check they chose correctly for the father of their children. And of course, in these days of sexual equality, freedoms and birth control, they’re also wondering how good in bed he might be.

I could tell from Jess’s heightened breathing, the way her nipples hardened up, the slight trembling in her belly, that not only was she looking at Richie and Cynthia, but she was absolutely liking what she saw. Richie had just proved he could get a girl off big time, and Cynthia was clearly not a passive partner.

Knowing Jess’s proclivities as well as I do, I reckoned she was imagining if they might be interested in a threesome or foursome...

Not that the looking was only one way.

I could tell from the intensity of Richie and Cynthia’s return stares, and the fact they were making no further effort to cover up or hide what they had been doing, that they were totally appreciating Jess’s flawless light mocha coffee color skin and her very pretty face crowned by neatly styled mid-length black hair with her to-die-for smile...

And her perky nipples on the dark areoles of her ideally sized tits only reinforced the vibe that we were absolutely not there to break up their fun.

I was standing behind her, so other than my hands caressing her, she was totally uncovered to their view.

We were staring ... they were staring back ... the mutual silence was actually becoming awkward, until Jess suddenly broke the tension by enthusiastically congratulating them on a super-hot display.

She even went so far as to call them ‘inspiring.’ That word broke the ice, because Cynthia immediately lost the apprehensive look on her face, dropped her hands to her sides, and grinned wickedly, “Well, how about you show us your way?”

Uh, that was a challenge that neither of us were gonna decline. Offer two horny exhibitionist swingers the opportunity to perform in front of a new audience?

Hell yes!

I thought it, Jess actually said it, “Hell, YES!”, earning herself two wide approving grins. She placed her towel flat down on the other end of the locker countertop, laid herself down on her back, shifted around so her butt was right on the edge, and motioned me in. Richie and Cynthia moved to get a better view, but I only noticed in the periphery of my vision – I was too busy concentrating on the way my girlfriend was tucking up her legs to give me access.

Out of habit, I went in headfirst, licking the length of her slit then teasing her clit until she pushed my head away and told me to hurry up and get inside of her. It wasn’t like she needed any more foreplay to get her juices flowing: that had already happened.

With her legs up on my shoulders, she was wide open to my whole length, and I took advantage of the stable position to utilize that situation to the max. I placed the head of my cock in position, then slammed it in to the hilt, crushing her clit against my pelvic bone.

There was no thought from either of us of making love this time around; it was varsity-level athletic fucking at its finest. I made my strokes as long as I could without risking pulling out too far, grabbed her hips, and went hard and fast. Like I was hammering a big nail to pin her to the locker top.

After she’d keened out her first orgasm, Jess pushed me in the chest to stop.

I looked down as she gasped, “Mike, half and half?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just fuckin’ DO IT!”

I pulled my dick out of her pussy, used her legs to lift her butt up a little bit more, placed the head of my well-lubricated dick at her rosebud, and pushed, once again slamming it all the way in until my nuts were tight against her taut ass, relishing her almost-pained harsh grunt of acceptance.

Even through my lust-dulled senses, I clearly heard the horror-stricken gasp that Cynthia emitted.

Jess must have heard it too, because she quickly gasped, “It’s okay – I’m fine!”

There was a look of total shock on the faces of our audience. I quickly realised from their fearful expressions that Richie and Cynthia knew that going in hard and fast at the start of anal sex is so NOT a good thing. Especially without application of lubrication, natural or artificial. Careful and cautious are normally the watchwords for anal sex...