Did you know that multitasking isn’t actually a thing? It’s true. At least, not the way most people understand it. When you multitask, you’re not actually doing two things at the same time, you’re just rapidly switching back and forth between two focuses. Our brains can’t split focus in half the way we assume it can.
I remember telling that to my girlfriend Lindsay once. She said it was bullshit. I wasn’t surprised, because Lindsay loves multitasking whenever she can. When we first met in college, she would watch TV while doing her homework. She does the dishes while she talks to her mom. And, God help us all, she texts while she’s driving. She’s the kind of person so full of energy that doing one thing at a time bores her to death.
The issue has always been that you can easily tell which task she likes more by her results. After a night of homework, she could excitedly recount the plot of whatever show she was watching, but she would get a “D” on her assignment. She and her mom would laugh and laugh, but the dishes would have spots on them. Luckily, there haven’t been any casualties yet, but Lindsay is the only person I know who has clipped more than one mailbox.
But I couldn’t be too mad at her. I love her too much. I just look at the goofy smile on her face as she tries to do something dumb like cook while playing a game on her phone, and my affection outweighs my annoyance every time.
Maybe I should have made a bigger deal out of it. Hindsight is 20/20.
…
I always hated the Friday night pickup games, but I had no choice but to go. They were a part of the company culture. I work closely with a small ten-person team at a newish tech startup, and if I didn’t play, I would be the only one who wasn’t there.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for ‘Lightning’. I hadn’t heard of it before I was forced to attend the games, but it’s supposedly a common basketball drill. It’s competitive free throws more or less. Everyone lines up behind the free-throw line with two balls, and the line starts shooting one by one. If the person behind you sinks a shot before you can, you’re out. You keep playing until there is just one winner. We ended up playing a round of lightning after each pickup game to cool down.
Weeks ago, my douchebag team lead, Aidan, suggested that to make things interesting the first man out would have to buy drinks and food for the winner when we went out afterward. I fucking hate Aidan. He’s a spoiled rich kid who was only made team lead in the first place because his dad was a big investor in the company. It would have been easier to write him off if he sucked at the job, but management loved him. He had been flagged as a rising star in the company, a fact that absolutely went to his head. He was attractive, but spoiled it, in my opinion, by being overly aware of that fact, always swaggering around with a look he thought was “dreamy” and using any excuse he could find to take his shirt off.
He used to ignore me completely, but at this point, he hated me just as much as I did him. Aidan had a bad habit of pursuing women who were already taken. I think he got off on the idea that he was so irresistible that he could get women to cheat. I told you: he’s a fucking douchebag. The first time I brought Lindsay to an after-work hangout, Aidan marked her as his prey immediately. It wasn’t the first time Lindsay had attracted unwanted male attention. Her infectious positive energy and instinctive friendliness were misinterpreted by a lot of guys as flirtation, and her hot little curvy body led to a lot of… wishful thinking from the men she met.
I came back from the bathroom to see Aidan making that fucking face again, leaning forward over a bar table towards my beautiful girlfriend, who was snorting and giggling at whatever he had just said. I knew exactly what game he was trying to play. I practically dragged Lindsay across the bar by her arm to escape him. She thought I was overreacting at first, but when I fully explained my concerns, she was as annoyed as I was. She answered Aidan coldly the next time he tried to speak with her, and, when he didn’t get the message, gave him a ringing slap.
After that, Aidan didn’t like me that much.
He had suggested the weekly game of lightning because he knew that he would tend to win and I would tend to lose. The rest of the team agreed because they are a pack of spineless ass-kissers. Aidan had suggested team basketball games in the first place because he had played in college: it was another opportunity to show off. On the other hand, while I wouldn’t call myself unathletic, I was no match for the bros on my team. I didn’t embarrass myself while playing in teams on the court, but I didn’t stand much of a chance in head-to-head competition.
I had lost the game four weeks in a row, and Aidan had been the winner each time. He had rubbed it in each time and had made a big show of ordering the most expensive thing on the menu wherever we went after the game because he knew I would be forced to pay for it. The ass-kissers found it extremely funny.
This particular Friday was no exception. In a humiliatingly short time, I found myself sitting on the court-side bench, watching for another five minutes before the next person got out. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Aidan was once again the winner.
“Ho-lee FUCK!” he yelled, turning to me with a cruel grin on his face, “That was fucking embarrassing, Airball!” He used the nickname he had created. It was based on my performance on the court. It was catching on around the office. “It took you… what? Thirty seconds to lose this time?”
I just sat in grim silence. Aidan’s taunts ended sooner if you didn’t respond. It looked like there was yet another big expense in my future from paying for Aiden’s order, not to mention a whole evening of ridicule when we went out for dinner and drinks as a team. I seethed internally.
“Tell you what, Airball,” said Aidan, spinning the basketball on his finger, “I feel bad for taking your money every week. I’ll make a bet with you. If you can make one free throw before I make ten, I’ll buy your dinner after every game.”
“Are you fucking serious, Aidan?” I said bitterly. I knew the best policy was to ignore him, but now he was pissing me off. Sure, Aidan was better than me, but he wasn’t ten times better. This was just him showing off in his usual cruel, arrogant way. I got up from my seat, feeling anger bubble up inside of me. “Let’s play then, asshole.”
Aidan bounced the ball hard into my stomach. “Don’t you want to know what I get if I win, Airball?” He said with a cocky grin. The wind had been knocked out of me by the pass, but I grunted something with a question mark at the end.
“I get to have sex with that little slut who’s dumb enough to date you.”
I had found my breath again. “Don’t you fucking joke about that, you asshole!” I snarled. The anger swelled up bigger inside me, and I felt like I was going to explode.
“Who’s joking?” said Aidan, spreading his arms wide. “I’m dead serious. What’s the matter, Airball? You seemed so confident a second ago!”
I admit that sometimes I let my emotions cloud my judgment. I really shouldn’t have let it happen this time. I nodded once, savagely, stepping up to the free-throw line. I really wanted to shove it in this guy’s face.
I suspect that Aidan knew me better than I thought he did. In retrospect, it feels like a set-up. He knew that the more flustered I got, the worse I would do. My first shot fell well short of the hoop, making my watching coworkers scream my nickname and laugh. Aidan’s first shot went cleanly through the basket. Nothing but net. This, of course, made me even more flustered. You can imagine how the rest went. I scrambled with increasing desperation, making wild, panicked shots while Aidan cleanly and quickly racked up points. As he was at nine baskets, I made one last desperate shot. It looked like it would go in, but Aidan’s ball bumped it in the air and swirled in around the rim. Ten points.
The crowd went nuts. My heart pounded in my ears and I felt faint. Not because I thought Aidan was actually going to fuck Lindsay. That still seemed like a sick joke conjured from Aidan’s perverted fantasies. I was just mortified from the humiliation. Aidan waved to the crowd, who were still loudly congratulating him and speculating what it would be like to fuck “that hot little piece of ass”.
“You guys go on ahead,” said Aidan with a lopsided grin, “Me and Greg here have to talk logistics for me and Lindsay’s fuck sesh.” The other guys grumbled that they wouldn’t get to hear the juicy details, but climbed into their cars and drove off. I collapsed onto the courtside bench and put my head in my hands. Aidan plopped down next to me.
“Ok, Airball,” he said confidently, “Let’s talk about how this is going to work.”
“Get fucking serious, Aidan.” I spat, “You’re not going to fuck my girlfriend.”
Aidan was quiet for a moment, but the arrogant look of triumph never left his face. “Well, I have to say, Greg,” he said in a sharp tone, “It’s really bad form to agree to a bet if you have no intention of honoring your end.”
“Fuck you.” I said wearily, “Even if I thought I had to honor that stupid bet, which I don’t, Lindsay would never agree. She would cut my balls off the second I brought it up to her.”
“Greg.” Said Aidan, his voice had the steely note that meant he was about to lay into someone for a screwup, “Stop your self-pitying whining and listen to me. You ARE going to let me fuck your girlfriend. I’ll tell you why.”
I felt drained of anger, and Aidan’s commanding energy was somehow hypnotic. I stayed silent and listened.
“Because if you do what I say,” said Aidan, his grey eyes holding mine with a dominant glare, “You will be present when me and Lindsay fuck. You will be an active participant in the event. That might give you the ability to keep things within acceptable boundaries. And most importantly, if you follow my plan carefully, Lindsay will not think anything is wrong with your relationship afterward.”
“How can you…”
“I’m not done.” Said Aidan, cutting through my whine. “If you decide to go back on your bet, me and Lindsay will fuck anyway. You won’t be there, and I will take things as far as I want to.” He must have caught a horrified look on my face because he scoffed. “Don’t give me that look, Airball. I’m not talking about forcing her. Your girlfriend is a much naughtier girl than you think, loverboy. I know for a fact I can talk my way into her pants. Anyway, here’s the most important part: if you fight against me on this, Lindsay will come out of our hot, steamy lovemaking session with serious doubts about your relationship. I guarantee it. “
“It won’t work anyway,” I said with complete confidence, “There is nothing I could say that would make Lindsay want to fuck you.”
Aidan laughed. “You’re underestimating me for the second time tonight, Airball. I know exactly what will get your girlfriend to spread her legs. Here, one more bet. If I tell you what to say to her, and you say it for real, no bullshit, I bet you that it will work. If I’m wrong, then I will not only refund you all the money you’ve spent on me on Friday nights, but I’ll recommend you for my position when they promote me next month. But if I’m right, and your slutty little girlfriend agrees to sleep with me, then no more cold feet from you. You’re on board one hundred percent.” He stuck out a muscular hand. “Deal?”
I weighed my options. Whatever stupid plan he had certainly wouldn’t work to convince Lindsay to have sex with him, and I also didn’t think he would be able to convince Lindsay to fuck him on his own. That being said, I didn’t want him to harass her as he tried to get in her pants. Now that he mentioned it, that promotion could change my life forever. I would finally be financially secure enough to plan a wedding with Lindsay…
I reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly
…
I heard Lindsay get out of the shower, and I quickly pressed the button to start my phone recording audio. One of Aidan’s most important stipulations for our bet was that I record the conversation with my girlfriend. It was the only way that he could be sure that I had legitimately tried his strategy. I really hoped that he was wrong about this.
Lindsay bustled out of the bathroom, big tits and bouncy ass barely covered by a tiny towel, her dark wavy hair wet and stringy around her shoulders. Seeing her sexy, barely covered body, I was suddenly glad I hadn’t tried to record a video. Lindsay saw me sitting there on the bed and flashed me a smile.
“Ooooh!” she said in a teasing voice, “Look who is sitting there waiting to see a naked lady! Are you trying to get a peek at my bare titties, mister?” she said, hands on her hips in mock outrage, “Cause I don’t let boys see these for free!” She grasped her chest with both hands and turned away, peeking over her shoulder, then she hustled over to the bed, giggling. “They have to pay me in kisses first.”
She pulled me close to her still-wet body for a steamy kiss. I was a little embarrassed that Aidan would be hearing the cutesy flirting we did around the house, but there was no way that I could tell her to cut it out without alerting her to the recording.
“I have something that I wanted to talk about, baby…” I said nervously. Lindsay, attentive girlfriend that she was, caught my worried tone immediately. She sat with me on the edge of the bed, giving me a wide-eyed, concerned gaze. Her towel rode up her legs distractingly. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this after her shower. I needed to be sharp, not horny.
“Sure, Ducky. Tell me what’s up.” She said warmly. I winced again internally. I certainly didn’t want Aidan to know about Lindsay’s pet name for me. Well… as long as he didn’t find out about its origins I guess it wasn’t a big deal…I’ve never had much body hair, and the little I do have is light blond and fine, like the hair on my head. The first time we had sex, Lindsay couldn’t stop laughing at the comparison of my light, fuzzy, blonde pubes with a baby duckling. I knew that she didn’t intend it to be embarrassing, but she called me Ducky in public all the time. She had nicknames for all of the people in her life, and this one had stuck in her head for me. I had tried to ask her to think of a new one, but no dice. I was stuck with Ducky.
“There is something that I thought would be fun to try… in the bedroom,” I said cautiously.
A wide grin broke across my girlfriend’s delicate features. She looked relieved, assuming that I was just nervous about asking her for a sexual favor.
“Woooow, Mr. Vanilla Sex wants to try some sprinkles!” she crowed, bouncing up and down with excitement, almost dislodging her towel as her breasts jiggled. “Well, your wish is my command, Ducky. I’m always telling you that I want to do more kinky stuff with you.”
It was true, she had said that before. Which made me dread that Aiden’s script might work better than I had assumed.
“I want to try a threesome,” I said bluntly.
Lindsay raised an eyebrow. “You want to bring another girl into the bedroom?” she asked, with a slightly confused, but not one hundred percent displeased look on her face. “Well… I don’t know… maybe, Ducky. I bet Kaitlyn would do it.”
My dick twitched slightly at the mention of Lindsay’s friend Kaitlyn, a tall, leggy redhead. Could I have requested a threesome at any time?
“Ummm, no,” I said, slightly nervous about the fact that she hadn’t instantly rejected the idea of a threesome. Maybe this next part would turn her off. “I was more thinking of inviting another guy.”
Now both of Lindsay’s eyebrows were raised. “Really, Ducky?” she said, confused. She leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to experiment with cocks, baby?”
Oh God, more things for Aidan to snicker about when he heard this. The very fact that Lindsay had instantly suspected that was humiliating.
“Jesus!” I said, my voice cracking a little, “No babe. Of course not. I just wanted…”
Comprehension dawned on Lindsay’s face. I waited with apprehension to hear what revelation she had come to. “Ohhhh, I see! You naughty boy,” she said with a giggle, “You want to see your pretty little girlfriend act a little slutty. Get fucked by two dicks at once. The old Eiffel Tower. ” She waggled her eyebrows, and I had the distressing realization that her joking manner meant it wasn’t an immediate no.
She sat for a second, staring into space, deep in thought. Finally, she looked back up with a wicked little smile. “Kinky! I like it! I’m glad you are finally comfortable with bringing your fetishes to me, Ducky. You know you have the only cock that I need… But I’ve got to admit, being down on my knees in front of two big strong boys, both ready to use my little holes with their hard cocks… I’ll allow it, Ducky. I’ll allow it.” Shit. This wasn’t going how I thought it would at all. Lindsay thought that by supporting me in this, she was being a kind and caring girlfriend. Luckily there was one more ace up my sleeve…
“Did you have a particular guy in mind?” asked Lindsay with forced casualness, her focused gaze telling me that she cared about the answer. Here it was. This had to be the dealbreaker.
“I was thinking Aidan. From work.”
Lindsay stared at me for a second silently. “Fucking What?!?” she said, her face disgusted. “Are you kidding me?”
I shook my head. Internally I rejoiced. Almost there. It was almost a no.
“First you throw a big fit about me even talking to the guy,” Said Lindsay, her brows furrowed, “Then you tell me he’s a womanizing sleazeball, and now suddenly you want his help to double-team me? I don’t get it, Greg.” She said flatly, giving me an unimpressed look. “Help me understand.”
She was so close to refusing. Just one more hurdle. Aidan had told me this would probably happen. The last thing I had to do was give Lindsay the explanation he had supplied me.
“When I saw him flirting with you, it made me really, really jealous,” I said, beginning the script Aidan had insisted on. Lindsay didn’t look impressed. So far, so good. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about it afterward. What he wanted to do to you. And when I thought about it more and more, it made me…” I couldn’t say it. Unfortunately, I could see a twinkle growing in my loving girlfriend’s eyes, and she supplied the last word of the script for me.
“Horny!” She said, a smile growing on her lips. She scooted towards me on the bed. “Oh my God, Ducky! That’s even more kinky! You want to have a threesome with the pushy jerk who is trying to steal your woman. It sounds thrilling! Don’t be embarrassed, lots of guys have fantasies about that sort of stuff. That’s all it is, dirty fantasies.”
She took my head in her hands and kissed my forehead. “If it is going to help you live out this little wet dream of yours, I’ll do all the nasty sex stuff with your boss that you want. But it will be your job to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong idea. I’m your lady, Ducky. A little dirty sex game won’t change that. I’m in! Find out what day works best for your asshole boss, and let’s do this.”
…
It’s ok. It’s all going to be fine. That’s what I told myself over and over again on the day of the threesome. I would be there, and me and Lindsay had great sexual chemistry. Probably we would just get wrapped up in having sex with each other and Aidan would be there as an annoying third wheel, stroking his cock in the corner. Embarrassing, but not earth-shattering. Afterwards, I could just tell Lindsay that it wasn’t what I had wanted and we could swiftly move past it.
Lindsay spent the day making sure our apartment was in order and getting ready for Aidan to come over. She had told me, no doubt assuming it would get me horny for my anticipated threesome, that she had purchased new lingerie specifically for tonight, and that I wasn’t allowed to peek at it before the reveal. I knew in my brain that I would be involved in every step of the evening, but as I saw her carefully style her wavy dark hair, apply special-occasions makeup, and leave the bedroom wearing a stunning red mini-dress, my heart couldn’t help but see it as her making herself beautiful for the enjoyment of another man.
I normally cooked at our house, and Lindsay insisted that I make my chicken picatta, so that we could have a lovely meal in with the man who wanted to fuck my girlfriend. I was careful to avoid feeling bitter towards Lindsay. As far as she knew, she was doing me a huge favor.
Aiden arrived right on time, at five. He had dressed up as well, wearing a crisp blazer with a deep v-neck underneath. Look at this douchebag. I thought to myself. I could smell his cologne from here. I had argued with Lindsay over whether I should wear something nicer than my current jeans and sweater. She had been right, Lindsay and Aidan were making me feel severely underdressed. But it was too late to change now. It would look like I was trying to copy Aidan.
Dinner was an exercise in torture. Aiden was pouring on all of his disgusting womanizing charm. I thought it was eye-rollingly bad material, but Lindsay was eating it up. She giggled at all of his unimpressive jokes, and I even saw her biting her lip at one point when he made his stupid “I’m so dreamy” face. My mind flashed back to the night when I had caught Aiden flirting with her. I had always interpreted her laughter with him as her being polite and friendly, but now that I thought about it, hadn’t her laughter sounded genuine? Did my girlfriend find this horrible bully attractive? Lindsay’s shining eyes were locked on Aiden for most of dinner: I only got occasional smiling glances and brief hand squeezes. Finally, our plates were clean and a bottle of fine wine that Aiden had brought had been finished between us. Aiden slapped his knees.
“Well! If you two are ready, maybe we can move this to the bedroom…”
“Ooooh, Aiden, you want to get straight to business, I see.” Said Lindsay, blushing and laughing. “Down, boy! Let me talk to Ducky for one sec.”
With that, Lindsay let me gently by the hand into the bedroom. She sat me down on the bed and looked into my eyes.
“Are you doing ok, Ducky?” she asked, peering into my eyes, “Is this what you wanted? We can end this at any time if it’s too much.” I wanted desperately to say “Yes, let’s end it,” but I had seen how Lindsay had looked at Aiden in the dining room. I was no longer confident that he could never convince my girlfriend to fuck him independently if I backed out from the threesome. “I’m ok.” I said simply.
“Remember, I’m doing this for you, baby,” she said with a smile, patting my cheek. “How was dinner? Did you get a little jealous?”
“Yes, I did.” I answered truthfully. I hesitated. I had to ask, had to know. “Sweetie, do you…like Aiden?”
She gave me a worried look, twisting the hem of her dress in her hands, “Oh Ducky, I’m not sure what to say. I know jealousy turns you on, but I also don’t want to hurt your feelings… I guess I just have to tell you the truth and hope it lands somewhere in the middle. Aiden is a very attractive man, and I think he is really charming too. I’m sort of excited that I get to have sex with him. It’s turning me on a little.” I think she could sense some of the hurt in my eyes because she said hurriedly, “But he isn’t you, silly! There’s only one Ducky in the whole wide world, and that’s who I want.” She pulled me close and gave me a passionate kiss.
The tender moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Aiden entered, an arrogant grin on his face. “I’m not interrupting, am I? Are you two ready for me?”
“Yeah!” said Lindsay brashly, answering for both of us, pulling away from our loving kiss, “The question is, are you ready to get a tiny taste of what Greg gets to have every night?”
“Sounds great!” Said Aiden, flopping down heavily on the bed I shared with my girlfriend. Something about him being there, in the bed where we made love, felt invasive and wrong.
“Why don’t you show me what only Greg normally gets to see.” He continued in his “I’m the boss” voice I recognized from work.
“Yes, sir!” Said Lindsay, with a wink to both of us. She got up and took a couple of paces toward the bathroom to give us a better view, then unzipped her little dress and let it fall into a puddle on the floor. Beneath, she wore sheer, skimpy red lingerie that emphasized her large breasts and dynamite curves. It oozed tawdry sexuality, presenting her deliberately as a red-hot slut. I knew that that was what she thought I wanted: to see her act much sluttier than usual, but it was hard to ignore that the message was intended for Aiden as well: “I’m ready to be a complete slut for you. Use me.”
Aiden remained silent, but crudely grabbed at his crotch and whistled, which sent Lindsay into a flurry of nervous giggles. I was silent as well, my mouth having gone too dry to speak.
“Well boys,” said Lindsay in a raspy voice, “I showed you mine…” Lindsay’s voice always got a little lower and rougher during sex. It was disturbing and arousing to hear her sex voice now, with my hated boss at my elbow.
Aiden needed no further encouragement. He rapidly removed his clothes, revealing a toned physique, tanned skin with a reasonable amount of chest hair, and alarmingly, what even I had to admit was an impressively large cock. In comparison, I felt totally inadequate. I had a skinny, hairless body, winter pale. I tried hard to avoid the thought that my cock looked tiny side by side with his. I was surprised that, with my anxiety, I had achieved an erection, but something about this situation was darkly erotic to me, and I couldn’t blame my small size on a lack of arousal.
“Mmmmm,” purred Lindsay, slowly getting to her knees, “Get over here boys, I want to see you both up close.” As we approached, Aiden shoved past me to place himself on Lindsay’s right side. My caring, devoted girlfriend reached out her warm little hands and grasped my cock and the cock of my worst enemy at the same time. She stared up with twinkling eyes at Aiden, then glanced at me. “It’s going to be hard for one little girl like me to satisfy two bad boys like you,” She said with a fake pout, “But don’t worry. I’m reeeally good at multitasking.”
She began slowly jerking both of our cocks. I couldn’t help but notice that Aiden seemed to be getting the better experience. Lindsay was right-handed. It made sense that she would be a little more awkward and slow with her left. I should have thought of that when Aiden pushed past me.
“What do you think of my cock, Lindsay?” Asked Aiden, a smug look on his face.
Lindsay shot me a quick glance, then turned her attention back to Aiden. She shrugged and said noncommittally: “It’s fine, I guess.”
“Do you think that it’s better than Ducky’s?” he said, with an evil grin.
“Nah.” Said my girlfriend, returning his smug look with one of her own, “I like his better.” I couldn’t help but notice that while Aiden was taking up her attention, Lindsay’s left-handed strokes on my cock got sloppier and shorter, while the strokes on Aiden’s cock remained long and fluid and graceful.
“Huh,” said Aiden in a disbelieving voice, “That’s weird, just look at the size difference.”
And then, mortifyingly, Lindsay did as he said, gripping both cocks at the base and looking back and forth between them. I could see in her eyes as she noted the difference. I saw her quickly covered look of disappointment when she realized how much smaller my cock actually was.
Lindsay shrugged again and resumed stroking Aiden’s dick, so distracted that she just gripped my cock loosely, not stroking it at all. “Donkeys have big dicks too, but they aren’t better than my boyfriend,” She said loyally.
“Um, Linds…” I began, but Aiden cut over the top of me.
“You haven’t seen what this donkey can do with his dick yet!” He said with a smirk.
Lindsay laughed, then, seeming to remember herself, began stroking both cocks again. “Ok boys, I didn’t put on this slutty red lipstick for nothing. I want to leave lip prints all over your cocks.” And with that, she planted a firm kiss on Aiden’s cock head, leaving a little red kiss mark just like she said. She turned to do the same to me, but missed slightly and hit my thigh. She didn’t seem to notice. She had already turned back to Aiden and was taking his big bulging cock into her pretty mouth.
Aiden groaned, throwing his head back. “She’s an incredible cocksucker, Airball,” he said, flashing me an evil look. As if reminded that I existed by Aiden addressing me, Lindsay briefly switched over to my cock, wrapping her lips around me for a moment and swirling her tongue, before switching back to my rival’s larger dick.
Aiden reached down and tucked a strand of hair behind Lindsay’s ear as her head bobbed up and down, trying to take his cock as deep as she could. She seemed to have gotten distracted from me again, and her hand was no longer even moving on my cock.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a good little cocksucker, Lindsay?” he asked softly. Lindsay pulled away briefly, sticking out her tongue to twirl it sloppily around his cock head.
“I’ve had no complaints from Ducky,” she said, flashing me a smile and squeezing my cock to briefly acknowledge my existence. She looked as if she was going to switch back to sucking my cock, at least for a while, but just as she turned, Aiden dominantly gripped the back of her head and pushed his cock back inside.
“Of course, you need a little more training on how to handle big cocks,” he drawled, “Guys like me can’t be satisfied by the sort of techniques little guys like Ducky enjoy.”
His implied offer to train Lindsay sexually hung in the air. I expected her to get mad, or deflect it with a joke, or defend me, but my girlfriend was too busy. Her hand had fallen away from my cock completely as she used both hands to brace herself on Aiden’s thighs. I was completely separate and disconnected from the sex act as my girlfriend enthusiastically tried her best to please my worst enemy. Lindsay was trying her hardest to take Aiden’s whole cock in her petite mouth, with his whispered encouragement. Finally, with her eyes watering and her throat bulging, she managed it, looking up at Aiden with submissive eyes as he praised her.
“That’s a good little cocksucker! You’ve got what it takes to be a deep-throat size queen, Lindsay.”
She coughed a little, red in the face as his cock emerged, shining with her saliva down to the balls.
“Um… Lindsay,” I said softly, trying not to seem too pathetic.
“Oh my gosh!” she said, voice even more raspy from the abuse her throat had just taken, “I’m so sorry, Ducky! I got a little distracted. I need to try a little harder to treat you boys equally tonight. Well, Aiden just got a super sloppy blowjob, and now it’s your turn, mister. Sit down on the bed. I’m going to make it so hot for you!”
I sat down on the bed, and Lindsay gave me a smoldering look as she bent over to take my cock in her well-used mouth. But I couldn’t help but be distracted by Aiden coming up behind her, tugging down her panties. She giggled but didn’t stop him, shimmying her hips to help drop her underwear to the ground.
“But, wait,” I said, trying not to sound whiny, “I thought it was my turn for a…”
“Don’t worry Ducky,” said Lindsay, looking over her shoulder and shivering slightly as Aiden ran his cock up and down the opening of her wet pussy, “I can multitask! Besides, isn’t this an important part of the fantasy? Seeing your hot little girlfriend get spit-roasted? Don’t worry, you will get your turn back there as well.”
Then she bent down and took my cock in her mouth, enthusiastically working her tongue around my dick. For a second I thought she was right. Her mouth did feel really good, after all. But Aiden’s first powerful thrust knocked my cock out of Lindsay’s mouth.
“Oops!” she said, giggling, “Let me just…”
But then Aiden began fucking her harder, with deep powerful strokes, making it difficult for her to line up her mouth correctly. “I j-just ooooohhh Goooooddddd, I just need to get used to the rhythm, and then…” Lindsay tried sportingly to adjust to the rhythm and take my cock in her mouth, but whenever she seemed to be getting it, Aiden would change the pace of his thrusts and my cock would pop out of her moaning mouth again.
“I’m s-sorry, Ducky,” she said, leaning on my shoulders as Aiden powerfully thrust into her from behind. “Spitroasting is a lot harder than it looks. You’ll just have to…Yes! Harder!… you’ll just have to wait your turn, baby.”
And with that she was lost to me, closing her eyes and moaning in ecstasy at what the massive cock was doing to her tight little pussy. I watched as her breasts bounced in her new slutty bra in front of my face, my body being used as a platform to steady my girlfriend as she got fucked by my worst enemy. Finally, Aiden’s animal grunts and Lindsay’s sweet moans crescendoed together, Lindsay screaming out Aiden’s name as he thrust his cock hard one last time and released his load deep inside my willing girlfriend.
When Lindsay’s moans and shaking legs had subsided, she seemed to realize what had happened.
“You came inside? Oh, you naughty boy!” she said in an exasperated voice. “You’re lucky that I’m on the pill. But what about poor Ducky?”
“Yeah,” I said uneasily, not so sure that I wanted my turn with Lindsay’s pussy anymore, “maybe we had better just call it a night. I’m not sure that I would want to…”
“No!” said Lindsay pleadingly, “Ducky I would feel so bad if we stopped now. I feel like you haven’t gotten your fair share of me tonight, and that really isn’t what I intended to happen. Please, I know it’s a little gross, but can you please push through it, for me? I want you to cum too, so we all had fun together. Otherwise, the whole night would feel a little mean.”
I saw how much it meant to her, and remembered what Aiden had said: if I played things right, Lindsay would have no suspicions about the state of our relationship. But if I played things wrong…
Feeling a little queasy, I nodded my head.
Lindsay clapped her hands, looking relieved. I could see some of Aiden’s cum slipping down her inner thigh. “Yay! Ok, lay down on the bed, Ducky. Your woman is about to give you the ride of your life.”
I lay back on the bed and Lindsay climbed on top of me, removing her bra to give me a front-row view of her beautiful tits. She slipped me inside her freshly fucked pussy. I could feel the wet, warm jizz of the man I hated most in the world lubricating our sex as my beautiful girlfriend began grinding her hips in a circular motion down onto my cock.
“Mmmm,” she said, laying on the sexy charm in an attempt to soothe my bruised ego, “It feels so good, baby. This is the perfect cock for me.”
She leaned down, her soft hair tickling me as she gave me a kiss. “I love you so much, Ducky.”
I felt touched. Maybe things were better than I thought. “I love you too, Lindsay,” I said as she skillfully rode me with writhing, liquid hip motions, her tits jiggling and bouncing erotically in my face. I could almost ignore the wet warmth of Aiden’s cum leaking down over my cock and balls.
Then Aiden was standing on the bed, his cock waving in Lindsay’s face, already rock hard again. She laughed.
“Wow, Aiden. You’ve got the stamina of a donkey too! Well, I can take care of you both…”
“W-wait,” I said, this time definitely sounding whiny, “ It’s not fair! This time, I should…”
“Don’t be selfish, Ducky. You felt pretty bad when you got left out, right? We can’t do that to a guest! I can do this! Let’s all feel good together, baby.” With that, she began sloppily servicing Aiden’s dick and balls, cleaning off the residue of her juices and his cum. For a moment, things still felt great for me. Lindsay’s cock-milking riding technique was as good as ever, and between the wet slurping noises of her blowjob, she continued to pour compliments down on me. “Your dick feels so good, baby! I love it! Give it to me!”
If nothing had gone wrong, I could have ended the night with a bruised, but not broken ego thanks to the thoughtful words of my sweet girlfriend. But something did go wrong.
I slipped out. The extra lubrication for Aiden’s sperm must have been more than we were used to. That by itself wouldn’t have been the end of the world, but slipping out wasn’t the most humiliating part.
The humiliating part was that Lindsay didn’t notice. She continued to move her hips, making wet little squishing noises as her cum-smeared pussy made contact with my pubic area. She continued to shower me with compliments: “Your cock is perfect for me, baby! It feels so good inside me! Uh, yeah, right there!” My cock stood rock hard in the cool bedroom air, being jostled and scraped by Lindsay’s big, soft buttcheeks as her hips moved; outside of my girlfriend’s pussy, and not missed. She wasn’t just lying about my cock feeling good, I realized crushingly, she had been lying about being able to feel it at all.
Even the compliments stopped as Lindsay focused her energy on making Aiden cum with her mouth. I looked up and saw him staring into my eyes with a cocky grin. The conqueror. Lindsay’s hips kept moving, and I felt a humiliating orgasm building from the accidental buttjob I was receiving, my cock nestled unintentionally between Lindsay’s juicy ass cheeks. Lindsay herself was building increasingly intense fake moans to fool me into thinking she was orgasming from the sensation of my tiny cock. I couldn’t look away from Aiden’s gloating gaze. I shot a pitifully small and watery load into my girlfriend’s asscrack as he sprayed thick ropes onto her face and breasts, with hot, sticky globs dripping and sliding off of Lindsay’s smiling face and heaving tits to splatter down onto my face and chest.
…
A week later, I still hadn’t emotionally recovered from that night. Lindsay was sweet and affectionate as ever, but, even though I was trying my hardest, I still felt humiliated and inferior based on the events of the threesome.
Lindsay had invited me out for a coffee after work. It sounded good. Despite the awkwardness between us, Lindsay was still the love of my life. I wanted to start fresh with her, and a coffee date sounded like a good opportunity.
When I got to the table, Aiden and Lindsay were sitting there together. I almost turned around and walked out, but I loved Lindsay too much. I must be misunderstanding something here.
I sat down.
“Ducky!” gushed Lindsay, “Thank you for coming! I know this is shocking, but don’t be upset, it’s good news.” Aiden gave me a smug look and wrapped his arms around Lindsay, kissing her neck. She giggled and pushed him away playfully. “Stooppp, Donkey! We have to explain first!”
My heart broke as I saw the flirty sexual energy crackling between them. I didn’t believe Lindsay that I would consider this good news.
“Well Ducky, after that wonderful night, Donkey reached out to me. He told me he thought that the three of us had such incredible chemistry! And I totally agree with him! It was crazy how in sync the three of us were. So then Donkey told me about this thing called a ‘throuple’. Have you heard of that before, baby?”
I nodded, defeat in my eyes. Aiden flashed me an evil grin over the shoulder of our mutual girlfriend.
“Awwww, don’t look so sad, Ducky,” said Lindsay cheerfully, “The relationship between you and me won’t change at all! We will just be adding one more. I know it seems like it will be hard for me to give you both the attention you need, but don’t worry…” She turned to give my worst enemy a sweet little kiss on the lips, her eyes shining with love.
“… I’m reeeeally good at multitasking.”