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The Best Mistake

By: Ivan_Ho



This is my first story ever, so cut me some slack.

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A thin white carpet of snow had fallen by the time I had walked the ten blocks to the Cleveland Art Museum just as it opened. I loved the museum for many reasons including that I had met Heather, my wife, here. On a very similar day two years ago, I decided to study at the art museum because it had the perfect balance of free, natural lighting, and beautiful art to enjoy on my breaks. On one such break, I decided to get a coffee from the café in the museum since the tranquility of the museum made me lethargic.

I had the pleasure of waiting in line between these two young women, who had apparently decided to visit the museum since there was little else to do on a wintry day. One was a bubbly, pixie of a short blonde with very short hair. Despite her hair and clothes being almost boyish, she had the feminine mannerisms and body to pull it off and draw the eyes of most of the men in the café. 

I was not, however, drawn to her. Her brunette friend who had the most sincere and warm eyes I had ever seen captivated me. They ordered their fancy lattés and moved over to the counter to wait for their beverages. I needed some caffeine so I ordered an espresso shot with just a dollop of whipped cream. Once I paid for my drink I moved to join them as they waited for their drinks. I tried not to make eye contact or seem like I was checking her out, but the café wasn't busy enough for me to avoid them completely. 

Speaking of checking her out: she had just the right amount of curves, full breasts from what I could tell, and toned arms. I must admit, I have a thing for strong girls. Magazines and TV have all these toothpick girls with photo-shopped breasts, but that doesn't turn me on. I like MMA type girls with toned muscles and some curves.

Right about this time our eyes met and I was immediately embarrassed, worrying she had caught me enjoying what I saw. I sheepishly smiled and said hello. Just then the barista called something out and placed a drink on the counter. I hurriedly walked over, grabbed the drink, and veritably sprinted out of the café. I took a sip once I had gotten a safe distance from the beautiful girl and began to slow down as I returned to my study spot. I hadn't taken two paces, however, when the short blond yelled out to me, "Hey, You took my friend's drink!"

I ground to a halt and began to sweat bullets. Uh oh, not only did I check her out, but I stole her drink. I slowly turned around and walked back to the café.

I looked at the cup and it said "Heather" on it. I swallowed, and turned to her and said, "I'm terribly sorry, miss. I didn't realize I grabbed the wrong one."

She smirked back at me and said, "It's ok. It looks like you were preoccupied."

I turned red and cleared my throat. "Uh, how about I buy you a drink to make up for the mistake."

She now turned red and became shy. Her blonde friend looked back and forth between us and said, "Yep, she would love that. I'm Cassie, She's Heather. What's yours?" 

"Ivan. What brings you two to the museum?"

"I'm an art student, and I was going to do some sketches of some paintings," said Cassie. "She's just along for the ride, so why don't you two enjoy coffee while I do my sketches and I'll catch up with you when I'm done."

Before either of us could say anything, she darted away. We turned to each other and after an awkward pause I said, "Uh, well, lets get back in line for your coffee."

"Sure," Heather said. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a med student and I love to study here. It's quiet, it's free, and I love art. Mind you, I'm terrible at creating any art. When I took art in high school, the best grade I ever got on an assignment was a B. And I'm an overachiever."

She chuckled and gave me a wry look. "Seems you need to work on being less obvious in addition to your art skills."

I nervously laughed. "Yeah, well, I cant help being a bit stunned by someone who is more beautiful than the paintings here."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Right. As if I've never heard that before. Shall we add pick-up lines to the list?"

Even as she said that, though, she smiled and glowed a little from my praise. We got her coffee and sat down near the bamboo trees and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. We didn't quite realize how much time had passed when Cassie showed up and sat down on our table and folded her arms.

We looked up with puzzled looks on our faces. 

"What?"

"You two have been here for three hours. I finished my sketches two hours ago. Get her number already, Ivan, so I can go home and eat. I'll probably die of hunger waiting for you two to stop gazing at each other.

Heather rolled her eyes, but I said, "Sounds like a problem. You need food and I need her number. How about I treat you both to dinner and you slip me the 'goods'?"

Cassie paused, cocked her head, and grinned mischievously. "Deal."

"What you in the mood for?"

"Uh, how about Algebra, that middle eastern place a few blocks away?"

"Sounds good. I haven't been there in ages."

Thus, I became acquainted with Heather and Cassie. Heather and I started texting and a few days later I invited them to go bowling at this retro bowling alley across town. Fortunately, Cassie had the sense to bring a guy friend along so she wasn't three wheeling it. We tried to be welcoming, but you know how it is. Over the next three weeks Heather and I went on a few dates and ended them with a few kisses. Well, the first couple of dates at least. See, Valentine's Day was around the corner. On our last date the week before Valentine's Day, Heather and I sat down for a coffee date at Rising Star, a local coffee shop. After mustering up the courage, I managed to ask her the burning question on my mind.

"So, Heather, we've been hanging out for a few weeks now and I wanted to make things a bit clearer. Umm, I like you a lot. Uh, yeah. And I was wondering how you felt."

"I like you too. Haha," she giggled and blushed.

"So, should we make this official?"

"What do you mean by official?"

"You know. Like, we're officially dating."

"Oh. Yeah. Sure."

"What? That's all you have to say? You aren't much of a talker."

"No," She replied with a raised eyebrow. "But I am good at other things."

"Hmm, is that so?"

"Well, guess you'll just have to find out, huh?"

At this point my blood was pumping and I felt like I could run a marathon with all the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But we were seated at a coffee shop and I couldn't very well just run out into the snow bank. I did have half a mind to carry her over my shoulder to my apartment then and there, but I still had a little bit of common sense left.

"Alright then. Well, would you be my Valentine?"

"Haha, yes!" She said. "What's the plan?"

"Oh that's for me to know and you to find out. What do you like to eat?"

"Well, I love salmon and fettuccini alfredo. And Wendy's."

"Wendy's, Really? Well, l'll lean more to the first. I'm in med school after all and I can't let you eat that crap on my watch. How about I pick you up at 6?"

"Sure."

Valentine's Day was a whirlwind for me. Between cleaning my apartment, decorating it and cooking dinner, it was a hectic day. I nearly forgot to pick up flowers and a card on my way to pick her up, but Cassie, my co-conspirator texted me a helpful reminder. I rang Heather's doorbell and waited for her arrival, anxiously adjusting my suit and tie and holding the flowers at just the right angle. When she opened the door, I nearly dropped the flowers. I know my mouth dropped open. She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a blue velvety short dress with tasteful fishnets over her legs. She was wearing a matching pearl necklace and earrings that highlighted her complexion and full red lips. I recovered but not before she blushed and smirked at my reaction.

"So where are we going?" 

"I guess I might as well tell you since you have been pestering me all week. You can't do secrets, can you?"

"Nope. But there are other things I can do." Again, that raised eyebrow and grin that stopped my heart.

"Well, I am taking a risk, but I decided to make dinner so we could have a relaxed and enjoyable dinner at my house. I doubt you want to be in those heels all evening."

"Hmm, dinner at your place. Alright. Let's go."

We drove to my apartment and I showed her around. I am fortunate to have a dear little sister, Sarah, who has helped me through the years with understanding the fairer sex. She also has a knack for interior design, so she took it upon herself to use my money to make my apartment quite homey. When I showed Heather around, I was silently thanking my sister and remembering to send her a box of chocolates for what she had done.

"Wow, you have quite the place. I'm starting to question your sexuality, though."

"Well, question no longer: this was my sister's doing. She loves spending my money. She says it's for my own good, and that left to myself I'd never find a girl."

"Well, she's not quite right. All you have to do is steal that girl's latté."

"Yeah, funny how that works. So, are you hungry?"

"Starving. Since I knew we weren't going to Wendy's I made sure I had an appetite to eat yummy food."

"Well, you wont be disappointed. We have grilled salmon with flambéed mushrooms in a béchamel sauce and garlic mashed potatoes. How does that sound?"

"Did you make that yourself?"

"Yep, I love food in addition to art, didn't I mention?"

"Oh, I knew you liked food, but didn't know you could make it."

"Ah. I like to keep the air of mysteriousness around me. You know, it's manly, etc."

"Clearly. Well, I wont complain, let's eat!" 

We proceeded to eat dinner and have a couple glasses of wine, at which point she became more verbal and giggly. As we finished up dessert, I brought out Scrabble and set up for a candlelight game.

"So, you butter me up with yummy food and now you want to play Scrabble? You know I got a 4.0 in my college English classes, right?

"Yes, but did you know my grandma was an English teacher for forty years and I began reading Dickens when I was twelve years old?"

"Challenge accepted."

Unfortunately for Heather, Scrabble was one of the biggest family games I played growing up. With my enormous vocabulary and seasoned Scrabble experience (not to mention some of my Irish luck) I used all seven of my tiles twice in the first five rounds.

"I think you've rigged this game," she said. "I think we should play a different kind of Scrabble. Strip Scrabble." 

"Uh, umm, ok. What are the rules?"

"You have to put down words that are sexy or sex related and both people rate the words. Whoever gets fewer points each round has to take something off."

"Ok, sounds good."

Our first few rounds we tried to stay more innocent, but by the time Heather took off her last fishnet, we had progressed from words like "lube" and "boobs" to "facial" and "rimming". Heather and I also drifted closer as we went and interspersed turns by some slow kissing and an occasional butt grab. When it came time for Heather to remove her sexy blue dress, the game ended altogether. She stood up and looked at me with this unreadable look.

"What?" I said. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course I do. I think you're pretty and sexy and a lot of other things that aren't PG."

"Well, do you want to take my dress off for me?"

"Hell yeah."

I stood up and walked over to her and paused. I bent down and kissed her. At first it was soft, gentle kisses. But, they rapidly became more urgent and we were grinding our bodies as our need was building. As our kissing became more and more aggressive, I reached around to her back and unzipped her dress. I pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. For the second time that day, my mouth fell open. Under that sexy dress, she was wearing the hottest red and black lingerie I've ever seen. And on her fantastic body, I think I passed out for a second.

"Wow, you look incredible...Seems you came prepared."

"I just hope you can handle it."

"Oh, I can. Though, my cock can't handle being constrained by my pants any longer."

"Oh poor thing. Let me free him."

"Mmmhmmm, why don't you."

She unzipped my pants and let them drop to the ground. She then caressed my cock through my boxers.

"Is that any better?"

"Somewhat, though it is still constricted."

"Perhaps, I can do something about that as well."

She then kneeled down and ever so slowly pulled my boxers down until my cock sprang free from them. She bit her lip as she hungrily gazed at my liberated 6-inch cock. I don't have a porn-star's length, but I have shapely girth. After pausing she gently grasped it and slowly stroked it. Stroking it, however, seemed to not be enough for her. She looked up into my eyes and ever so slowly, took me in her mouth. Inch by inch she made a nibbling motion with her lips. When she took me in all the way and gently hummed her delight, I nearly came right there. Instead, I grabbed her head and guided her as she continued to bob back and forth. After a few minutes, she pulled her head back and with a pop, my cock was free from her mouth. She then stood up and with this dark look in her eyes said, "I need that in my pussy."

"Soon enough, my love. Soon enough."

I picked her up and sat down on my blue couch and turned her so she sat on my lap facing away from me. I positioned my cock in front of her panties so as I lifted her up, she rubbed her clit on my cock through her panties. We grinded like that for a few minutes. She turned her head and gave me a ferocious kiss, biting my lip as her pleasure grew each time she slid down my cock. "Play with my breasts," she breathed.

I undid her lingerie top and gently grasped her round, full D cup breasts. I gently massaged her breasts and tenderly played with her nipples. She moaned and grabbed my hair at the thrill of my touch. 

My teasing had turned from playful to urgent. I lifted her up, paused, and looked her in the eye. "Do you want to do this?"

She nodded and pulled her panties off. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and gently rubbed it up and down her lips, coating me with her moisture. She bucked and whimpered.

"Put it in!" She begged.

Slowly, I leaned into her and closed my eyes as her cunt swallowed my pulsing, swollen cock. She moaned and grabbed the sheets in her fists. I pulled out halfway and gave her a moment to adjust to my size before plunging back in. Once she took me fully in I stopped and kissed her.

"Don't stop!" she panted. "Fuck me hard!"

And I obliged. I sped up as soon as her pussy was ready for my hammering cock. My pubic bone squeezed her clit each time I entered her and her legs trembled as she took my cock deep into her hole.

"Fuck, oh my God. FUUCK, uhhhhh harder!" She cried. "I'm so close!"

I could feel my own orgasm building and I wrapped my arms around her chest, holding her tight as my hips thrusted deeply into hers. In my delirious state, I leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe. She started in shock and then came.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" She buckled hard and dug her nails into my back as her world spun. That was the last thing I heard as my load shot out of my cock, deep into her waiting cunt. My glutes were rock hard as I continued to pump my jizz out during the longest orgasm in my life. When I came to, she was still slowly grinding up and down on my cock in the aftershocks of our orgasm.

"Holy Fuck. What was that?" She said.

"The best sex of your life, I'd say."

"God, normally I'd say something sarcastic, but you're right."

As we lay there recovering our breath, I realized I never wanted to love another woman again.

The Best Mistake I Ever Made



The bed shifted and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as the morning sun glared into my tender retinas. My boyfriend, Rob, was just getting off his shift as a firefighter and was lying down to go to sleep.

"Sorry, baby," Rob whispered. "Didn't mean to wake you."

I yawned. "It's ok, I have to get up anyway. How was work?"

He scooted over and curled up behind me, pulling me up against his pelvis. "Pretty quiet. A couple house fires, no fatalities though. That's always a good thing."

"Yeah." I murmured. As I continued to wake up, my body began to grow more sensitive to Rob's warm hardness pressing against me, and I shifted my hips, teasingly rubbing my ass into his cock.

"Ashleigh, you little tease," he said. He began to nibble on my neck, his hands taking hold of the hem of my t-shirt and slipping it up past my hips. His gave a low growl of approval when his seeking hands found no panties, and he moved my left leg slightly forward to allow access to my already wet pussy. 

He slid a hand up my shirt and lightly pinched my left nipple, twisting and pulling it as I felt the head of his stiff cock nudging at my hot opening. Rob pushed inside me, his thick, eight-inch cock fully filling me and sending electric shivers of pleasure throughout my body. 

"Ahhh, Ash, you feel so good," he groaned hotly, slowly fucking in and out of my cunt. I reached back and hooked my hand around his hip, pulling his thrusts harder into me as I pushed back to meet them. He slipped his middle finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure from me.

"Harder, Rob...harder," I cried. His thrusts grew quicker and deeper, our skin slapping together, his dick growing thicker inside me. His breath was hot in my ear as he groaned how he was going to cum.

His finger rubbed my hard clit faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. "Ashleigh...I'm going to cum...cum inside you..."

"Fuck yes...cum in my pussy, Rob," I breathed. I came as he began to shoot his cum inside my tight pussy, filling me up, our breathing slowing as we came down. 

"Mmmmm what a perfect way to go to sleep," Rob sighed with another yawn. I smiled and sat up, kissing him on the forehead and sliding out of bed. "Night, baby." I whispered. He smiled, his green eyes closed. "Night, Ash."

I stared down at his prone form, at his jet-black hair and lean, 6-foot tall muscular body for a moment before I pulled the blinds and curtains over the brightly lit window. We had met two years ago, when I was twenty and he twenty-five, through a mutual friend, and moved in together after a year of going out. It was hard sometimes, being he was gone so much with his job, but I had grown used to it and we worked with it as much as we could. 

Opening the bedroom door, I crept out and softly closed it behind me, my mind on the shower I had to take.

"Good morning."

I jumped about a foot in the air and yelped in surprise, spinning around. "Dammit, Simon..." 

The smug, smiling face of my boyfriend's twenty-four year old brother filled me with annoyed rage. He was the exact opposite of Rob, arrogant, self-absorbed, and every bit as good-looking as his brother with dark blond hair and brown eyes. Simon was a little more muscular than Rob, but then that was because he had more maturity points to fill up, too.

"I didn't scare you on purpose, Ashleigh." He grinned. My eyes skimmed over him of their own accord, noticing his taut stomach and strong thighs, which bulged in his gray boxer-briefs. 

"See something you like?"

I ripped my eyes from his thighs and adopted a glare. "You wish."

He chuckled. "For sloppy seconds? No thanks."

Giving him a withering look, I than realized what he was talking about. Warm cum was leaking down the insides of my thighs, which were left bare in my suddenly extremely short t-shirt. I flushed and turned away from him, hurrying into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.

Because he claimed lack of money and time, Simon had moved in with us about half a year ago, when he came to work in the same department as a firefighter with his brother. Rob thought he was a riot, and I totally respected the brother bond, but Simon just had something about him that tried my God-given patience. I couldn't place my finger on it, but it was always there. He was constantly making little sexual comments and innuendos towards me, which to my surprise didn't anger Rob at all. It highly amused him, matter of fact, and whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, I had been thinking more than just friendly thoughts about Simon for the past two months.

I sighed heavily and turned to examine my curvy, 5'7 inch frame in the mirror, cringing at my disheveled blond-brown hair and blue eyes. How could I manage to look so perfectly awful in front of Simon?

Why do I care? I scoffed to myself. I stripped my t-shirt off and climbed into the shower, moaning in satisfaction as the warm water began cascading over my body. I took my time washing my body with soap and than shampooing and conditioning, working up thick, rich lathers and massaging my scalp. I rinsed and flicked the water off, grabbing the lush terry bath towel hanging just outside the shower and drying off, wrapping it tightly around me. A quick glance at a clock drew a muttered curse from my mouth, and I opened the bathroom door, peeking out for signs of Simon, who never went to bed earlier than nine a.m. He was nowhere in sight.

I dashed down the hall to the basement door, which led downstairs to our washer and dryer and tread down them. After a quick dig through the dryer, I found the blouse, skirt, and black thigh highs I wore to work and decided to just dress there. The towel slid to my ankles and I slipped my thigh highs on, putting my blouse on next and bending down to grab my skirt.

"Well, if I wasn't a gentleman, I would take advantage of this situation." Simon said from behind me.

With a startled gasp I whirled around, trying in vain to cover my nude bottom half. Simon emerged from a separate room we had in the basement for the boys' weight-lifting equipment, his forehead and chest covered with sweat. 

"I hate it when you sneak up on me like that." I snapped.

He held up his hands. "I didn't sneak. You're the one down here half-naked, Ash."

"I was just getting my work clothes from the dryer." I said purposefully. This was my house, not his!

My eyes were suddenly glued to a trickle of sweat that was running down his torso, trickling over his trim stomach and finally soaking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Simon continued to approach me, his brown eyes roving appreciatively over my body, wiping his hands in a navy blue hand towel. I backed up until my ass hit the dryer and tried to slow my breathing as he came within inches of me, the sweet smell of sweat and cologne mixing to invade my nostrils.

"Wh - what are you doing?" I stammered. 

"What do you think?" he murmured.

"Simon..."

"I have to get something from the dryer."

I swallowed. "Oh...right. Sorry."

With my cheeks blazing red, I stepped out of his way and finished dressing; carefully avoiding his gaze as he folded the clothes he had in the dryer. This was crazy. I was with his brother, and here I was fantasizing about the very man I could barely stand! Even as I thought it, I knew I wanted him. Had wanted him for a while now and could not force myself to realize it...

Was I completely insane? Wanting a man so full of himself he couldn't stop in front of a mirror without admiring his reflection? Not to mention the fact he was the brother of my live-in boyfriend. I mentally scolded myself and started up the basement stairs to finish getting ready. On a whim, I looked back and was mildly surprised when I discovered Simon watching my departure, a small smile on his face. He cleared his throat and looked away when I caught him.

"Later, Ash."

"Yea, see you later." I croaked back.

Throughout the day at work, I shook Simon out of my head and concentrated on the more important matters at hand: like Rob's twenty-eighth birthday, which was the next day. He had to work, so I couldn't plan much in the way of a party, but I had an idea of what I could do. We had talked out little fantasies of me coming to the firehouse while he was on duty, slipping into his bed while his crew was asleep around him, and fucking like nothing else. It seemed as good a time as no other to fulfill our mutual fantasy, and the thought of sinking down on my boyfriend's cock with at least eight other men around made my pussy wet. I had always had a taste for the kinky...Rob didn't get into as much as I did, but he liked the firehouse idea (lucky for me).

Rob and Simon were on the living room couch when I came home from work, watching a football game on TV and sipping beers. I went into the kitchen and yanked open the freezer, grabbed a frozen pizza, and turned on the oven as Rob ambled into the kitchen to greet me.

"How was your day?" he murmured into my ear as he wrapped me in a hug. I sighed and hugged him back, responding it was fine. He smelled so clean and felt so good against my body...involuntarily I began to react to him, as I always seemed to. His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against his groin, where I felt the firm bulge already waiting for me.

"I missed you," he breathed. "Are you wearing those thigh highs, Ash?"

"Yes." I whimpered.

"I want to fuck you."

I didn't need any more encouragement. Taking hold of his hand, I pulled him after me towards our bedroom, Simon looking up from the TV questioningly as we passed through the living room.

"You can put the pizza in the oven." I told him.

Rob slammed our bedroom door behind us, already stripping off his khaki's and t-shirt. I made quick work of my blouse, skirt and panties, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs wide. Rob kneeled down over me, entwining his fingers with mine and holding my arms above my head as he slid his stiff cock deep inside my warm, wet pussy. I gasped and arched my back, trying to take him deeper in my aching tightness as he began to fuck hard into me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the soft walls of my pussy, stretching me open, before an image of Simon suddenly appeared in my mind's eye. 

My eyes flew open, looking straight up into Rob's lusty green gaze. "Your so wet and hot for me, Ash," he gasped. "Wrap your legs around me."

I closed my eyes again as I squeezed my thighs around his waist. "Ahhh yes, Rob, fuck me..." I moaned hotly. "Harder, baby!"

"Ashleigh..."

Simon?

Eyes open...Rob pounded into my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. I was so close to cumming...

"I'm going to cum, Ash, oh god..." 

I was going crazy! Hearing Simon's voice...I wanted Simon inside my cunt, fucking me...fucking me hard...I thrust my hips upwards to meet Rob's pistoning cock, needing to cum. "Give it to me," I cried. "Make me cum!"

"Yes, Ash, I'm going to cum in your pussy!" Rob groaned.

Fuck me, Simon...fuck me...I thought silently, so hot that guilt knew no meaning to me. Rob fucked into me once more before he began emptying his balls, his hot load exploding inside me, and I came hard, so hard, I had to bite off the scream that welled up in my throat. My breath came out in ragged gasps and my thighs fell away from Rob in exhaustion. I felt like I had just run a marathon...Rob collapsed beside me, a fine sheen of sweat covering his lean body. We were silent awhile.

"We'll be lucky if Simon didn't hear us." Rob chuckled.

The full force of what had just happened hit me. I had just thought about my boyfriend's brother while we fucked...I had wished Rob was Simon! 

There was a light knock on the door. "If you guys are finished, the pizza is done." Simon said. He laughed as he walked away.

"So much for not hearing us," Rob muttered.

We exchanged looks and chuckled. It lightened the mood considerably for me...surely a girl could fantasize about her lover's brother? That's all it was anyway...just fantasizing.

I washed up, slipping into a tight midriff tank top and denim shorts, joining the boys on the living room couch for pizza. Simon and Rob argued about the game as I relaxed against my lover, making a point to avoid looking at Simon who was dressed only in a pair of tearaways. The doorbell rang a while later, and Simon leaped up to answer it.

He came back with a cute, curvy brunette with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and a rack that equaled mine. Rob's eyebrows raised and I elbowed him playfully.

"This is Sara. Sara, this is my brother, Rob, and his girlfriend Ashleigh." Simon said.

"Hi." She smiled. 

"Well, you two have a good night." Simon grinned smugly and took Sara's hand, leading her out of the living room. Seconds later, his bedroom door closed.

Rob and I exchanged glances. "Looked like the lights were on, but no one was home there." I said wryly. Rob gave me a funny look.

"If I didn't know better, it seems you might be a little jealous."

I swallowed hard and forced a laugh. "Jealous of what?"

"Just an observation." He grinned and put his arm around me, quieting to watch the TV.

All night Rob and I listened to the sounds of Simon and Sara fucking. Not that we really wanted to listen, but there was no way to avoid it, since they seemed to be screaming loud enough to break a world record. There was also no way to avoid my occasional twinges of jealousy when I heard Sara squealing with delight, and wondering if it actually felt that good to have Simon's cock pounding into her. 

We went to bed a short time later, but I lay awake a while listening to the giggles and moans coming from the next room. After about another hour of it, they snuck past our bedroom and I heard the front door opening and closing. 

After a few minutes, and not hearing Simon sneak back past our bedroom, curiosity took over me and I slipped out of bed and into a t-shirt, slowly opening the door to peek out. I heard the TV playing in the living room and Simon's murmurs.

Didn't Sara leave?

I glanced back at Rob to make sure he was still asleep and tiptoed out the door, going to the end of the hall and peering around the edge of the wall to see what was going on. I bit my lip to muffle my gasp of surprise.

Simon was reclined on the couch, the only light on in the living room the reflections of the TV. He had only a pair of white boxer briefs on, and they were shoved down past his cock, which was rock hard. He had his hand wrapped around his thick member, slowly pumping it up and down, his brown eyes fixed on the TV screen. The talking I heard was the TV...and as I found out a second later...

"Yes, Ash...stroke my cock..." Simon moaned softly.

I covered my mouth with a hand and straightened against the wall, my mind working a million miles a minute. I couldn't believe what I was seeing...or hearing...I contemplated just going back to bed and forgetting what I just saw, but instead I slid my hand between my thighs, my fingers flying to my wet cunt on their own accord. I shimmied to the edge of the wall, carefully balancing to watch Simon and slide my middle finger deep in my tight opening. His hand was moving faster now, up and down his shaft, which was glistening wetly as he used his pre-cum for lubrication. The moans on the TV were growing louder; obviously the couple was getting closer to orgasm...I slipped another finger in my wet pussy, matching my whispered groans with Simon's.

"I want to fuck you, Ashleigh...cum in your pussy..." Simon whimpered. The wet stroking sounds were so hot! I pumped deep and fast into my sopping pussy, the shock of what was going on fresh in my head, but my lust overtaking. Simon's hips jerked upwards, his fist a blur as he jacked his cock.

"Fuck, Ash...fuck, I'm going to cum inside you!"

My knees weakened as I my orgasm built in my pussy, and as Simon gave one last cry, a thick stream of cum jetted out of his cock and splattered unto the back of the couch behind him. I cried out and arched my back, clamping my thighs around my hand as I came.

"Hello?" Simon called out.

I jerked upright. He must have heard me cry out! I sprinted down the hall, dashing into my bedroom and into bed, covering up as the door creaked open. I heard Simon's soft breathing and held my breath until the door closed again.

The things I had seen tonight played through my head until I eventually fell asleep. How could I actually get myself off watching my boyfriend's brother cum? Why did I want him when Rob treated me so good? 

The next day, I plotted and planned about my surprise visit on Rob and pushed what had happened with Simon to the back of my head. I would have to ask Simon which bed was Rob's, so I wouldn't crawl on top of some strange firefighter. A chuckle escaped my mouth when that came to mind.

I picked up the phone and dialed home, half praying it would be Simon that answered, because I needed my question answered, and half hoping it would not be, because of last night. 

"Hello?" It was Simon...my cheeks flushed, and a warm tingle went through my body as I imagined him with his cock in his hand.

"Simon, it's Ashleigh."

"Hey, Ash," Simon said, and I heard something shut in the background. "What's up?"

"I need to find something out. Don't tell Rob I asked about this, ok?" I warned.

"Ohhh...kay. Why not?"

"Please, Simon, just don't. I need you to tell me which bed Rob sleeps in at the station."

He paused. "Really? You planning a little midnight rendezvous?"

"No...no," I said quickly. "I was just going to have something delivered there, and wanted to leave instructions with the carrier."

"Oh...all right. He sleeps on the left side, third bed down."

"Thanks." I jotted it down. "Talk to you later, Simon. Can you get Rob on the phone for me?"

"He was napping on the couch...hold on, I'll get him up."

"No, Simon..."

Too late, Simon was rousing Rob. None too gently, either, I noted as Rob grouchily told Simon to fuck off.

There was some fumbling with the phone. "Yeah?" Rob said sleepily.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want him to wake you up."

"Hey, Ash. Nah, it's ok. I have to get ready for work anyway," he yawned. "How's work?"

"It's fine. So how's my birthday boy?"

He chuckled. "One year older, and feeling it. Why are you with an old man, Ash?"

"You are not old," I scolded. "You know I'm with you for your money."

We had a good laugh over that one, and then discussed plans for dinner on his next days off. By the time we got off the phone, I firmly promised myself that Simon would remain only a fantasy. What right did I have to ruin what I had with Rob, when it was so good, over something as controllable as lust?

I pulled up to the firehouse around midnight (I had heard Rob mention a few times that this was the time his crew laid down if nothing was going on). It looked quiet, and I tiptoed my way upstairs with few obstacles. I made my way down the middle of the room, cringing with every turn or sound any of the eight different sleeping forms made, but I figured even if one should wake up, I would just look like another guy going to his bed.

Arriving at the designated bed, I took a quick look around me to affirm I was not being watched, though in the darkness it was hard to determine. I slid off my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me naked, and carefully pulled up an edge of the blanket to slip underneath it. I sidled over Rob's strong legs, working my way up to pop my head up from beneath the top of the blanket. I could barely see anything...it was even hard to decipher Rob's mouth in the dark. I also had no idea how much time I would have, anything could happen at any time, but I was determined to do this for Rob...and myself, I thought with a smile.




The Best Mistake I Ever Made



I leaned down and slid my tongue over his full bottom lip, dipping it just inside his mouth to taste him. I kissed his chin and down over his throat, working down his bare chest, and circled a taut nipple with the warm tip of my tongue. My hand trailed down to nudge underneath his boxers and to his soft cock, wrapping firmly around it and beginning a slow, easy stroke up and down. My pussy was already soaking wet with the thoughts of what I was doing and going to do...sucking and fucking my firefighter boyfriend with seven other men but feet away from us.

Rob came awake with a start. "Shhhh." I whispered. "It's Ashleigh."

His cock was semi-hard within seconds. I slid my tongue down his belly to his stiff member, sucking the head into my mouth and slipping down to take him deep in my throat. I used my other hand to gently play with his balls, bobbing up and down the shaft of his manhood until he was rock hard in my mouth. His hand had come to rest on the back of my head on top of the blanket, urging me to suck him faster and deeper. I let him pop from my mouth and lapped at the pre-cum oozing from the tip, flicking my tongue over it before emerging from under the blanket.

"Fuck me, Rob," I whimpered softly. "I want to feel you inside me."

He put his finger over my mouth, silencing me. Taking a firm hold of my shoulders, he shifted unto his side and urged me to lie down on my back, moving above me. I wished I could see his good-looking face, but in the darkness it was impossible. I moaned urgently as his warm mouth came down to suck on my throat, nibbling gently at my collarbone and trailing down to take one of my hard nipples between his lips. He expertly teased it, flicking it lightly and doing the same with the other nipple, sucking it so deeply into his mouth I gasped. He continued downwards, tickling the rim of my navel with the tip of his tongue and working to my shaved pussy, his warm breath sending shivers through my body. Not being able to see what he was doing to me added to the delicious thrill.

"Yes, please baby, please," I whispered. "Hurry...Rob..."

Rob wrapped his hands around my thighs and yanked them apart, drawing another whimper of pleasure from my mouth. I reached up behind me and grabbed unto the metal posts of the bed, holding tightly as he blew against my clit, taking his teasing to the brink of torture. I arched my back, pushing my hips eagerly into his mouth, biting down on my lip savagely when I felt the first lap on my hard, aching pleasure button. He kept working at it, licking from my steaming cunt opening to the top of my wet slit, lingering on my clit with his relentless tongue, then sliding down to push it deep inside me and tongue fucking me hard. I ground up into his mouth, needing more, trying to keep my moans low in my throat. I needed him inside me.

"Please, Rob...put your cock in me." I whispered.

He came down to rest on his elbows above me, his face inches from mine. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my wet pussy hole, and he used a hand to guide it up and down between my lips. Rob never teased me this much...

"Tell me you want to fuck me," I murmured hotly, wrapping my legs around him. "I want to hear it, Rob."

His mouth nuzzled against my ear. "I want to fuck you, Ash. You have no idea how badly I want to slide inside you."

The world seemed to stop, and it felt like my heart froze mid-thump in my chest. Simon! This whole time...not Rob, but Simon...

"You know you want this, Ashleigh." Simon whispered. He dragged his tongue up the side of my neck, gently mouthing and sucking underneath the shelf of my chin. Pussy juice trickled out and leaked down the crack of my ass, and I knew he was right. I wanted him.

"You tricked me." I whispered angrily.

"I'm sorry..." He started to pull away. "I'm not doing this unless you tell me you want it, Ash."

A thousand thoughts were swirling around in my head, but instinctively I tightened my legs around him. "I...I want you. I want you, Simon."

"Again." He whispered. 

"I want you, Simon."

"Ahhh, Ashleigh..." he gasped. With one smooth thrust he was buried inside my tight pussy, pumping hard and fast in and out of me. I knew that a million other things should've been running through my head; like a call could come in the next three seconds, Rob might wake up (who knew where he really slept? He could be right next to us!) Or any number of the other firefighters might catch us. But at that moment, it all seemed to fade into the background as I let myself give into my desire for Simon. I pushed my hips up to meet his forceful thrusts, squeezing my pussy muscles tightly around him as I whimpered his name softly into his ear. His breathing grew more ragged and he buried his face in my neck, gently biting down on my shoulder as he fucked into me.

"Ahhh fuck, I'm going to cum Ash," he groaned quietly. "Cum for me, baby...let me hear you cum..."

I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm built inside me. "Yes, Simon...harder..."

The sound of our skin slapping together was loud in the deathly quiet room, and I felt him grow harder inside me as he was ready to cum. I arched my back sharply, my orgasm cutting through me like fire. "I'm cumming," I whispered. "I'm cumming...oh god, yes!"

He pumped into me until I stopped shuddering and my whimpers subsided, and then pulled out of my cunt and moaned as he shot his hot cum unto my tits...again, again...and again. I was covered with his cream by the time he was finished, and I couldn't help but run my finger through the warm fluid to taste him.

From a few beds down, someone was shifting around, prompting me to come hurtling back to reality. I sat up and grabbed my clothes, quickly dressing and standing up. 

"Ash..." Simon began.

"Tomorrow." I whispered. 

I hurried out of the room as quietly as possible, slipping out of the firehouse and to my car. I knew what I did was wrong...but there was a smile on my face the whole way home.

Rob and I are still together, we're happy, and I care about him a lot. Simon moved out of the house about a month after what happened the night of Rob's birthday, and that suited me fine. Simon and I remain friends and that night is never talked about.

Every once and a while, though, I sneak into the firehouse when the boys are working and find the third bed down the left side...to repeat the best mistake I ever made.