Something new with Fuck Buddy

[xxxxenophile]

Originally Posted by Fredox2

There's a bit of a post script to this: I needed to leave and head back home, and Jane had a bit of a drive as well. We went out to our cars together, and Jane stopped at my door long enough to tell me that I really shouldn't count on this happening again, and I pretty much believe she means it.

There's "counting on something" and then there's "allowing for something to happen." I think if you do the latter, it might well happen again anyway

[Fredox2]

Jane finally came back for more.

J was going out of town and asked me to look in on her place if I was up that way. Since I was going alone, I thought it might be a good opportunity to see if Jane was back to the straight and narrow. I planned to stay at J's for one night and since Jane lived about an hour away, figured I would call her the next morning and see what she was doing.

When I pulled into J's driveway Jane's car was there! She came out to greet me and asked what I was doing there. When I explained that J had asked me to look in on the place, she told me that she had gotten the same call, and had just decided that she would use the opportunity to get away to the country for a few days. She had arrived a couple of days before and was planning on staying a week. (Typical of J, she had not planned anything regarding house sitting and just figured she would ask a few people and it would take care of itself.)

It was a little awkward, and with no time to figure out an approach to engaging in her fantasy again, I was not prepared. I figured I'd just go into town and grab lunch and then head back. Jane insisted that she was just about to make a sandwich, and she could easily make two, so stayed for lunch.

I sat at the picnic table outside and waited for her to bring lunch and once again, figured that with nothing to lose, I may was well simply ask her for what I wanted. She opened the kitchen window, stuck her head out, and said, “I’ve got roast beef sandwiches, potato salad and a pot of coffee. Is there anything else you want?” While thinking that there certainly was something else, instead I just said, “No, I think that’s fine”, and she said, ”I’ll be out in minute.”

Now or never, I thought, as I stood up and stripped, putting my clothes on the hood of my car. I stroked my cock a couple of times, but it really wasn’t necessary: I got hard almost instantly thinking about what I was doing. When she came out with a tray with our lunch on it, she actually looked a little surprised as she said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

As I walked over toward her, stroking my hard cock, I said, “Well, I thought I may as well have a good time, so I’m going to stand here and jack off in front of you.” I think I probably could have come very quickly, but I was enjoying it way too much to make it end. When I was right in front of her it was obvious that she was having mixed feelings. In retrospect I suppose that’s because her fantasy had been to be dominated and treated like a wh*r*. I was the one who found what I was doing exciting, not her. And I suppose that to her this resembled just ordinary sex play and that was not something she was looking for outside of her marriage. In any case, she looked a little uncomfortable.

When I was standing right in front of her, I reached out with my left hand and pulled her face to me and wiped my cock across her face and lips and said, “Here you fucking wh*r*, help me come on your face. Suck that cock.” She didn’t resist and as I pushed her head down and ran my balls across her lips she reached up for my cock and groaned. I knew I had her.

After I came she hesitated a moment and then said, “I know I shouldn’t be doing this. . .” I replied, “This? Fuck, this is nothing you wh*r*. I can think of a lot of things we can do that you really shouldn’t do. As soon as I get dressed, we’re going to go into town and see if we can pick someone up for you.” She looked like she was going to collapse and said, “I know I shouldn’t, but I love this. . .When you find someone, will you make me show myself to him?”

I said, “Will you?”, and she replied, “I can’t plan that. It’s so exciting, but I know I shouldn’t so I can’t plan it. But I really wanted to do this again. I don’t know, but we can try. But no still means no, and stop still means stop, OK?”

I told her the rules still applied, and I was thinking about what we could do to play out this scenario. There’s a casino about an hour away and I thought it offered pretty good possibilities, since it was a long way from upscale but it did have several bars and rooms were not expensive. She locked up the house and grabbed some clothes and we headed that way. The conversation on the way could have been any two friends just chatting until we got there. I registered for a room and as the young man behind the desk handed me the key cards, I said to Jane, well loud enough for him to hear, “Before we go to the bar, I want to go up and fuck you, OK?” I glanced at him and he looked as though he wished he could follow us. . .

In the elevator I told Jane that I really had just said that for the desk clerk’s benefit: “Not that I don’t want to fuck you, but I know this isn’t just about getting laid. This is about you acting like the town pump with strangers, so I really want to see if there was anyone at the bar.” I asked her to change into a skirt and blouse first, and to wear no underwear. As she got undressed and started to pick up the skirt I said, “First come over hear and spread your legs so I can see your pussy..” I slipped a finger not her and she was very wet.

We went down, and chatted with the bar tender for a while and eventually wound up talking to a fellow in his mid 40’s. He talked himself for a bit and then said, “So what about you and your wife? You come here often?” I introduced my self and said, “Jane’s not my wife. She’s married, but not to me. She’s my wh*r*.” Jane was turning bright red, and the fellow looked a surprised, shocked, and a little uncomfortable. I continued, “Look, it’s OK. Jane is a friend of a friend and it was her fantasy to be treated like a wh*r*, so I indulge her fantasy for her. “

Maybe it’s because I’m pretty much always horny and looking for opportunity, but I was a little surprised by his reaction. He looked really uncomfortable as he excused himself, and said, “You two have a good time. Time for me to go.” I was shocked. I just assumed that any man would at least be interested. I was thinking this trip was maybe not going to work out when a little ray of hope entered the picture in the form of two women in their 30’s I would guess sitting at the next table. I had barely noticed them talking quietly when one of them came over to our table and said to Jane, “Can I ask you something? I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I thought I heard something interesting. Did I hear right about your fantasy?” Jane turned a fairly bright red, and said, “Probably, but now I’m so embarrassed. It’s not like I want the world to know about it.”

The woman, it turns out, is named Sandy and her friend is Ann. And Sandy and Ann were at the casino looking for a sort of chance to cut loose and act a little unconventional. Sandy said that what she heard sounded like a “Fifty Shades-lite ” experience. She said that she wasn’t trying get in the middle of our thing, but just kind of wanted to hear about it. She was really addressing her conversation to Jane, and then she turned me and said, “I don’t want to give the wrong impression, but I don’t know anyone who does what you two are doing. Are you really not married?”

I told her we weren’t and looked at Jane and asked if she minded if I continued. She said, “I guess a this point it doesn’t matter.” turning back to Sandy she said, “I am married, but my husband doesn’t know anything about this. It’s something I had always fantasized about, and then he came along. “ Sandy asked how we met and Jane explained that I knew her best friend J and had been at her house when she came over once. I broke in to tell her that the day we met, I was acting out a fantasy of my own and she happened to show up.

Ann said, “So it was your fantasy to have a woman you could treat like a wh*r*?” As I looked at her I was instantly turned on because of the way she was dressed. She had on a light summer dress that came to about halfway down her knee, and medium dark hose. It almost instantly reminded me of a girl who was responsible for some of my first sexual experiences. I responded to her by changing the subject: “Not exactly. Can I ask you a question? Are those panty hose, or thigh-highs?”

She said, “Pantyhose. Not very sexy, huh?” I said, “Depends on your perspective. The first time I ever felt a girl up it was through dark pantyhose like those, so looking at your legs seems pretty sexy to me.” She said, “Wow, you’r not exactly shy, are you?”. I thought I probably needed to be a little more circumspect, so I backed off a bit and said, “I wasn’t trying to be offensive, just reminiscing. . .” About then Jane laughed and said, “trust me when I tell you, he isn’t shy. The day I met him, within about 10 minutes, without saying a word, he just stood up and took off his clothes!”

Sandy said, “Sounds like fun! So what was that all about? Where were you?” Started to explain, and I broke in to say, “You’re right: I’m not shy. My fantasy was to jack off in from of a woman I didn’t know. I didn’t know Jane, so I just stripped and got on with it.” Sandy said, “sorry I missed that.”, and I started thinking about how I could work with that thought on her part.

A few drinks and a fairly wide ranging conversation ensured. My mind never got far away from sex and I was fairly sure their didn’t either. I couldn’t stop thinking about ways to get my hand between Ann’s legs and I was torn between that and wanting to just spontaneously strip in front of the two clothed strangers, and jack off for them. While I was going over in my mind ways to get somewhere with them, I don’t think I heard more than a fraction of what they were saying. I suddenly became aware that Jane was bumping my arm and I heard her say, “Are you listening at all?”

I quickly apologized and confessed that my mind was elsewhere. Sandy smiled and said, “Really? No kidding? Bet I can guess where!” At that point Jane laughed and said, “Yeah, I asked him once if it was true men think about sex every 15 minutes, and he corrected me and said it was every 15 seconds, I think for him it’s more like he never stops!”

They laughed and then Ann leaned forward with her elbow on the table and her chin in her hands and said, “So tell us. What were you thinking about?” So I was right: they really did have a little sexual adventurism in them. They were practically inviting me to be straight forward with them and that seemed like a perfect opportunity to be direct and explicit. In other words dirty.

I leaned back and said, “Well, to be honest I’v been thinking that I would like to jack off in front of you two, which is why, if you look, you’ll notice that my cock is fairly hard. And then I’ve been thinking about the pantyhose covering your legs, and how much I’d like to put my hand on your leg.”

Ann smiled and said, “Sounds interesting. Too bad we’re not somewhere more private.” I took a quick glance around, didn’t think anyone could actually see us, and leaned over toward Ann, put my hand on her knee, and said, “If you don’t stop me I’m going to run my hand all the way up between your legs. We’re supposed to ask permission these days: can I feel your pussy?” She exclaimed, “Whooo! You’re right: he’s not shy!” I moved my and a little higher up, now just under the edge of her dress and said, “So, are you going to stop me?

In response she spread her legs and I moved my hand slowly up until I was touching one very damp pussy. I rubbed her a little and she just looked dazed. Sandy half whispered, half said, “Go Annie!” After a couple of seconds, Ann leaned back, pushed by arm down her leg and closed her legs, while saying, “You have to stop. My God! I didn’t think you’d do it.” I said, “Problem?” and she answered, “Yeah, you were going to make me come.” I replied, “The object is pretty much to make you come”, and she responded, “Not here in the bar!”

I stood up, looked at Jane, and asked, “Do you mind if I invite these two back to our room?”

[karlhein]

fucking hot

[karlhein]

Excited to hear how this turned out, and how the 'girl on the beach' that you complimented turned out.

[belgarion]

I hope you continue...so fucking hot

[Fredox2]

Karlhein, the girl on the beach is very much around. We have something of a "don't ask, don't tell" agreement. She knew when we got together that I was fucking other women, but she doesn't want to KNOW that I fuck other women. (She actually said, early on, "I doubt you'll have the energy for other women when I'm done with you." She's pretty close to right about that.

[Fredox2]

I’d love to be able to tell you Jane said, “Sure” and I got fucked by all three. It did not exactly work that way. Sandy pulled Ann away for a minute and when they were done talking, Sandy said, “You know, it sounds really interesting, but I’m not sure when push comes to shove that I can really follow through. To be honest, I never considered that we’d wind p doing anything together. It was more like I thought we might each find a guy.”

She was apologetic and I told her there was no need: “To be honest, we didn’t come here for me to pick up women in the first place. We came here to play with Jane’s fantasy. It’s just that I’m kind of an all purpose horndog, so I tend to get carried away and look for opportunities. Hell, I KNOW I’m going to get laid before it’s over, so it’s no big deal.”

One of them asked to know more about what we’d done, and how it all came about and so forth, and we (mostly I) related most of what is posted here, although not in narrative, and consequently not with same level of detail. Nonetheless, two things were obvious from the conversation: the public nudity and maybe the domination aspects were interesting to Ann and Jane was getting excited.

Eventually I said that I really wanted to check out the gaming floor and see if there were any prospects for embarrassing Jane by treating her like a complete wh*r*. Jane said she needed to use the restroom and Sandy went with her. Ann and I just chatted for a little bit, and then I thought I test the waters a bit. “Your c*nt was wet when I was feeling you up. I’d love to show you my hard cock and jack off or you: any chance?”

With a very sincere look on her face she said, “God, I’d love that. I’m so horny right now. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. But Sandy wasn’t alone in not wanting to do a group thing. If you were here alone, this could get interesting.” I told her that I certainly wasn’t going to abandon Jane, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get away from her, and I asked, “If I took you away for a little but, would Sandy be OK with that?” She said that was not a problem; if anything Sandy would be jealous, but that she didn’t want to mess up Jane’s deal. I told her that if she wasn’t serious I needed to know, because otherwise as soon as the other two got back, we were going to do this. She agreed.

When Sandy and Jane came back to the table, I said, “OK a little change of plans. Ann and I are going to be gone for no more than an hour. You two can sit here and drink on me if you’d like. Jane, you probably ought to check in with your husband, and this would be a good time to do that. Just remember, you fucking sl*t, that after you’re done talking to him, the next cock that get’s in your c*nt won’t be his. Oh, and make sure you keep your skirt up high enough and your legs spread enough hat the bartender sees your pussy. I’m going to go over there and tell him he can look.”

Jane turned bright red and it was obvious that she was enjoying things. Sandy said, “You’re not!?” I told her that indeed I was, since a part of Jane’s thing is being sl*tty. I kind of laughed and said, “On the other hand, my goal right now is a little different. We’ll be back”

As we got to the elevator I asked Ann, “You nervous?” She simply said “Uh huh”. I told her that when we were talking she seemed to like hearing about the public nudity thing. She replied that the risk sounded really exciting, but she didn’t think should could do it. As we got to the room, I said, “The risk really si exciting. So is just being naked in front of a stranger. That’s pretty much why I want to jack off in front of you when you’re fully clothed. But I think you should try it too, and I really want to see you naked. With a look of discomfort and disbelief she said, “You don’t mean out here?!”

“Oh yes I do. But I’ll compromise. How about in the open doorway? Just take off your clothes, walk out into the hallway and then right back in if you want” It was obvious that she was at once, intrigued by the new experience, excited by the idea, and very, very nervous about actually doing it. “What are you going to do?, she asked

I said, “Tell you what, me first. Do you want to see my cock? Want to watch me jack off and come for you?” I unlocked the door and reached around to throw the bold and block it from closing completely, and then quickly stripped in the hallway, with Ann no more than a foot away. I tossed my clothes in the room. She stepped back a little and was looking intently at my hard cock, and said, “This is just so cool! I can’t believe you’re doing this. I can’t believe I’m watching!”

I was half listening for elevator bells and the sound of an opening door, and while my heart was pounding and the adrenalin was pumping, I was just distracted enough that I could easily hold off getting near coming. I asked her if she like watching and she nodded and mumbled: it was clear as crystal that she was getting hot, and I didn’t have to come in my hand. I stopped stroking, and said, “OK, your turn. Let’s go in the room for a second.” She asked, “Don’t you want to come?” I said, “You have no fucking idea! But I want this to last, and I also want to see you naked.

We entered the room, and I asked if she was ready to take a short naked stroll into the hallway? She answered with a nod and said, “OK, but don’t you dare close that door when I go out.”

I said, “No problem, I’ll even give you a key so that if it were to close you aren’t stuck. I don’t want to play pranks on you. To tell the truth, I just want to get you naked.” She said, again, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. How should I start?”

I replied, “HEre’s what I’d like: I’d like to feel you up and then take your dress off of you, and then feel you up some more. I want to hold your tits and then your legs, all the way up to your pussy. and then I want to take those things off of you. Once I’ve stripped you, I want you to go out into the hallway, and once we’re out there, I want to feel your bare tits and pussy.”

She reached for one of my hands and rubbed it on her tits, and the game was on! As I undressed her and felt her up, she grew progressively shorter of breath and at the point when I removed her pantyhose and her thong, she said, “for God’s sake let’s get this over with or I’ll fuck you right here!”

I opened the door and we stepped into the hallway. We made it no more than a couple of steps and she was positively vibrating with excitement. She said, in a stage whisper, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Anybody could catch us!” As she said that she was half crouched and had her arms somewhat covering her. I told her to lay down and she said, “I’m not going to do you out here!”

I didn’t have that in mind, and told her so: “I’m not going to fuck you out here, I just want yo to lay down and spread your legs wide so that your c*nt is completely exposed.” That lasted no more than ten seconds at which point she got back up, grabbed my hand and went back into the room. Once we were inside, she sat on the edge of the bed and and started talking a mile a minute about how exciting it was and how she had never done that before. I looked at my watch and realized that we needed to get back to the bar soon, and told her so. I began stroking my cock again, and said, “We have to get back, but I have got to come first.” She reached forward, and for the first time touched my cock, and said, “I think I can take care of that.” She pulled me toward her and as she slid back on the bed and opened her legs for me, I fucked into her in one long stroke. I knew I was not going to last forever, as she locked her legs behind my back and began loudly saying, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck”. with my face near her ear I said, “Can I come in your c*nt?” She said, “Fuck my pussy. Fuck it.”

I took that as a yes.

[karlhein]

super hot

[Omega88]

And...??? Great story, but what happened to the rest of the story? Whether with Ann or Jane? Or even Sandy?

Jane's fantasy is not so out there and many women if not most have some fantasies of throwing off the yokes of convention and propriety and being ravaged, exposed to others, treated like a "sl_t" or "wh*re" - as long as the situation would remain within the safe parameters of whatever they envisioned. Most people want / need to feel the excitement which so often fades away in most long term relationships.