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She Opened My Mind Ch. 01

By: B_Couric



A guys journey to a MMF threesome. Bisexual and cuckold elements. You have been warned.

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Where to start this crazy story? The story itself is a mess, so many moving pieces, so much craziness. My name is Josh. She is from Russia, but had recently divorced. She went to school in the US, but she still has the accent and definitely has the body, long legs that go on forever, not the biggest boobs, but a real woman. On top of this, Anastasia loves to flirt. She has no problem dressing up for a party or bringing up intimate subjects. She finds it amusing to pry out people's secrets or make them squirm and most people enjoy being on the other end of her rhetorical banter, most especially men. Her boundaries are just different from most people in the states. I know that now. At the time I was still learning.

I met Anastasia at a birthday party. She was the sister of Andrei, a good friend from work and we hit it off pretty well. 

She went to a local university before she got married, but when I met her she was just visiting from New York where she worked in the financial industry. She was a hot blonde who looked remarkably like Andrei, but with a bearing that I can really only describe as sophisticated. She had this look that one might see in a magazine.

It was also fairly obvious to me that Anastasia was a smart, opinionated person who would not suffer fools easily. She gleefully and happily engaged in conversation with everybody, unafraid to give her viewpoint, and I found that really turned me on. I'd been dating quiet, almost passive aggressive type women who never said anything until they were in full blown anger mode. Anastasia might get angry, but I suspected I'd see it coming a mile away.

She made little comments that gave away a feminist streak, but not like some crazy man-hater, more like describing silly men doing dumb man things around her at work. 

We had a great time that evening, just chatting and joking around. There was nothing overtly romantic, but in my heart I knew I was smitten.

Standing around a granite island countertop in the kitchen, sipping wine and munching on hors d'oeuvres, and the subject of children came up. Somebody mentioned they'd seen something on television about some "genius sperm bank" that had operated twenty or thirty years ago, where athletes and nobel prize winners had fathered children for couples who were willing to pay up for the highest quality sperm. 

I chimed in that I thought it was a really cool idea, and if I had problems having kids it would be good to know my wife and I could have a really exceptional child. 

She looked me in the eye and said, probably somewhat drunkenly, "So if you and me were to get together, you could guarantee one way or another I could get a genius baby?"

It was then that I knew she liked me, telling a joke like that as everybody laughed. 

"Either through my wallet or other ways, all below the belt," I answered and again everybody laughed and she winked at me. 

That night I masturbated to lame Russian girl porn, but nothing really seemed to capture her spirit or looks.

The next day her brother invited me back to his house for a smaller get together and again Anastasia and I really seemed to mesh. It was during this conversation that I found out that she was either divorcing or just divorced, but I didn't want to pry. Her and her brother would usually speak English but occasionally slip into Russian. 

A few days later at work Andrei asked me what I thought about Anastasia and told me she had asked about me. I was happy but the I realized I'd probably never see her again, so that dampened my enthusiasm. I told him if she ever came back, I'd love to see her again. He laughed and told me she almost certainly was moving in with him in the next few months, and clarified to me that she was recently divorced and wanted to start fresh.

Sure enough, a couple of months later she was living with Andrei and I had begun dating her.

So with all this as background, I suppose I can begin this story on the day I figured out that Anastasia was way more than I bargained for. 

I'd been going out with her for a few months when I brought her to my friend Rick's house. It was his birthday party and he decided to have a barbecue. 

Anastasia loves to flirt. Rick is a Firefighter and he's a pretty well built guy, and he's really a good dude. At the time he was going through a divorce. The fact is guys like him think they are doing the right thing when they get married super early. He married this really hot girl in our circle of friends, but after a few years they grew tired of each other and she ran off when somebody with a little more money and a promise of another sort of life came along. That's not really what this story is about, I really just wanted to describe his situation to give context.

I could tell when Anastasia was around him that they had a pretty good rapport, they'd say little things that were edgy and in truth if he wasn't one of my best friends, he couldn't have gotten away with it. 

At the party we sat around a table out back with a bunch of friends. Somebody had brought a couple bottles of Cuervo and we were all doing these smooth, smooth shots, and feeling really loose and carefree. There were maybe 15 to 20 people there, including wives and girlfriends, but at the table there was more like 8 of us.

The subject of exercising and working out came up. I'm a pretty built guy, but Rick works out plenty, on top of the physical demands of his job. He stuck one of his arms out and flexed, mentioning he had some shoulder issue he was worried about. It was obvious he was showing his stuff to Anastasia and the other ladies in the vicinity and we all chuckled as he flexed.

Anastasia started in with one of her patented edgy conversations.

"Ohh, look at that Josh," she said in her sexy accent and she reached over and felt his muscle as he grinned and the other people at the table laughed at her forwardness. "Josh, maybe you need to go more to the gym, no, be more like Rick?" She winked at me as she nodded her head, smiling.

I shrugged, blowing off her attempt to tease me. "It's steroids Anastasia, all steroids." 

"Steroids?" she asked, playing along.

"Yeah, you should check out his balls. Really tiny. Seriously." The whole table burst out in more laughter.

Anastasia, with a completely straight face, looked at him and said, "You want me to look at Rick's balls? I don't understand!" 

Inside I grimaced as the table laughed, but I put on a happy face and said, "You'll need a microscope."

The table chuckling at his expense, Rick just eyed me, smirking and shaking his head.

We all did another shot and the conversation came up about his work shifts. He mentioned his 24 hour shift, and out of nowhere she asked him if it was common for the firefighters to have sex during their workshift. I had thought she'd drawn the line but she seemed to be pushing it.

Again the table went nuts. 

"It's been known to happen," grinned Rick, "some of my co-workers do date each other." 

"Pour me another drink?" Anastasia asked him. 

"Are you sure about that?" Rick said, but he unscrewed another bottle and started to pour. This would be maybe her fourth shot within the hour so things were moving right along. I'd stopped drinking after the third shot and was sticking to soda because I'd be driving later.

"In Russia the man is supposed to pour a drink for his lady. Josh, why is Rick pouring my drink?" she teased.

I leaned over and grabbed the bottle and poured it for her. Clearly she enjoyed working me over a little bit. 

A half an hour later she was standing behind him, massaging his shoulders and my stomach was feeling nervous, not from the alcohol, but from her actions. Ostensibly she was helping him with his shoulder issue, but she seemed so enthusiastic about connecting with him I was cautious. 

"Maybe we need to slow up on the drinks, eh?" I pointed out to somewhat nervous laughter of the table. 

"No problem honey," she said and she came around and started massaging my shoulders too, as if to make up for her actions in front of the group. Now it was my turn to smile and nod, now that she publically demonstrated her feelings for me and I felt more in control.

She dialed it down a little bit after that, but on the way out the door she gave my Rck a really nice hug goodbye, and again made a point to compliment him on his build, even pulling up his shirt to see if he had a toned stomach, saying "Woah, Josh look at this?," smiling as she rubbed a hand across it.

She had gone too far, and I was pissed, but I just nodded and grabbed her other hand, whispering "You're drunk."

"Your woman, you bring her back anytime," my Rick teased, his arm on her back.

Keeping in mind this is a childhood friend, somebody almost like a family member, I gave him a quick hug goodbye, "Yeah, you'd like that. Later my brutha," I said and Anastasia and I walked back to the car.

I opened the passenger side door and let her in, and when I pulled away into traffic in a pissy mood, there was silence.

So many things needed to be said, but where to start?

"You certainly had fun." I said.

"A little, maybe," and Anastasia said something in Russian like she was talking to herself.

I asked her what she meant and she laughed, saying she forgot I didn't understand Russian, and, "It's nothing."

"No, what did you say?" I asked, annoyed.

"I said I had a little fun."

"You and Rick seemed to get along."

Again there was more silence and I looked over at her. She was just smiling at me, not saying anything.

"Well?" I asked.

She stretched out her legs and again reached over to touch my thigh. "He is really good looking. You have some good looking friends."

I didn't know what to say. 

She kept stroking my thigh, eventually feeling my stiffness in my pants. I smirked but kept my mouth shut, concentrating on the road.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I just thought you were a little bit disrespectful to me." I thought I had to say something along these lines. She had to be confronted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"You were really open with him in front of my friends."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Don't play stupid, you flirted with him hard," I inhaled heavily as she massaged my stiffness.

"It's nothing, we were just having fun," she purred.

We drove to her house in silence, her making me more aroused. About a block from her place she leaned over, unzipping my fly. I couldn't wait to pull to a stop, and when I did, it was with a glorious sense of satisfaction as her lips massaged my shaft. Five minutes before I was worried about her behavior with Rick and she'd already taken away my misgivings with an expertly done blowjob. 

I leaned back as she worked her hand back and forth on my shaft, coaxing out a feeling that I didn't know was in me considering how jealous I'd acted. I kept picturing how she'd massaged his shoulders and tried to force it out of my mind when she drew out of me that erotic jolt and I passed the point of no return, shaking as my cum filling her mouth. She let it dribble into my crotch and sat up, smiling as she patted it.

"Good boy," she murmured and leaned over. I thought it was nothing more than a goodbye hug but she kissed me full on the mouth, and I could taste myself on her. It was a sudden, odd feeling. It wasn't like a girl had never done that too me before, but it seemed like she enjoyed it. As our lips parted, she asked me if I enjoyed it.

"The blowjob or you snowballing me?" I answered.

"Snowballing?" she looked at me quizzically and I ignored the question as we parted ways for the night.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about the events of the day when I got a text from Rick, checking up on me to make sure I got back okay, but he also surprised me with an apology that maybe he crossed the line with Anastasia. He told me she was "totally hot" and that he'd make sure that didn't happen again.

In truth I thought it wasn't his actions that bothered me. Anastasia had made all the moves, although I guess the massage was a little much.

I certainly didn't want to get into the uncomfortableness of our post-party conversation, so I responded, Gracias amigo. Good times. Thanks for the invite. It's all good.

As I lie in the dark I felt a certain consternation in my gut, combined with urges that didn't seem to jibe with my stress. I pulled out a pair of panties that she had left at my house for this sort of occasion, and started rubbing the fabric against my hard cock. I smelled it deeply, enjoying the scent of her crotch and perfumes and probably even pheromones or whatever it is in her naturally that attracted me so strongly.

-

The next day we had planned to go hiking in a state park not far from us, and I picked her up from Andrei's house where she was staying. We stopped for coffee on the way and bought a couple of sandwiches with the idea of eating them on the trail. 

I had fantasies of taking her deep into the woods. I knew I'd get a blowjob or finger her in the process. For months we had been pushing the envelope sexually, fucking and experimenting with sexual scenarios like a couple of teenagers. I'd banged her at Andrei's with the door closed and everybody home, she'd given me a blowjobs in odd places, and I'd fucked her outside in the backyard of the house I rented while my roommate was inside watching TV. 

As we drove down the highway I pointed to my phone and told her to take a look at the text from Rick. I was curious to what her reaction would be, and when she read it her eyes lit up and she smiled and asked me to tell her about my friendship with him.

I explained how we'd known each other since elementary school, although we really didn't hang out until about 7th grade when we both played football. She listened, putting a foot up on the dashboard as we drove. As I chatted I glanced at her, noticing her tight Nike dri-fit pants hug her most intimate spots, her large clit a little bump in her pants, even with panties. She seemed oblivious to it.

Anastasia asked me what I liked most about him, and I chuckled, explaining how we both shared our first beers together, how we'd dated girls in the same circle. 

"Have you both ever dated the same girl?" she asked, a sly look on her face.

I gave her an odd look, wondering where she was going with this, especially after recent events. 

"No. Well, actually he's dated girls I wanted, but we never actually dated the same girl."

"And now it's his turn to suffer," she grinned.

"Well I didn't exactly think of it like that."

"Did you think about me last night?" she asked.

"Actually I did," I laughed, "Your panties got another workout."

"You're so sweet," she answered- and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek.

We got to the park and the hike itself was only slightly strenuous. A few miles in we'd only passed one other couple. The trail meandered along a creek and we took a break to sit on some boulders and put our feet in the water. 

I gave her the eye and she knew I was horny and we started kissing. This time I had to have her pussy but I knew I couldn't go straight for the good stuff, I had to work her up a little, but to my surprise she guided my hand down the front of her stretch pants and she gasped as my fingertips brushed her soft, almost rubbery clit. 

Her clit had become my little fetish. You know how they often say a clit is like a little penis, well this almost looked like a little penis, it and her lips being engorged by any standard. I slid my finger between her slippery lips and penetrated her. She softly writhed her hips, meeting my strokes and breathing heavily.

Suddenly she looked around as if she heard something and said, "I don't know, somebody can come any time."

"Please?" I begged.

"Take your penis out," she said, and she looked around as if scouting for others.

I unzipped and out it popped, hard and ready. 

"Go ahead, do it yourself," she said in her sexy accent. "I want to watch."

"Seriously? You want me to jack off?" I looked around, smiling at her twisted, perverted request.

"Go ahead, jack off," she said grinning, obviously using my native English wording for maybe the first time.

I stroked myself as she put one hand over my shoulder, pulling herself closer to me. "Yes, baby, that's it, do it. Jack off," she kept whispering variants of this as I coaxed myself to orgasm. I looked and she'd slid one hand down her pants to finish herself off.

I was breathing heavily when we heard voices and I stopped, shoving my hard cock back in my pants as we both giggled and pretended we were just another loving couple relaxing by the river. Two hikers came and went, but it seemed to take forever, my cock softening before I pulled it out again.

"Touch it?" I asked.

Giving in, she gently massaged it with her fingertips, her thumb on top as two fingers stroked my quivering hardness from the bottom.

The water flowed past but my mind was focused on her delicate fingers. 

"Yes," she whispered at my now hard member, "Feel it. Rick wishes he could feel this hand on him, but only you can."

"What?" I laughed, "Where did that come from?" Her words threw me off, but I was still well on my way to orgasm.

"Now it is Rick's turn to suffer while your hot girlfriend touches your penis," again, the sexy exotic syntax and Russian accent that I found charming sounded strange as she said Rick's name.

"Shut up," I said, but my body gave me away as I breathed heavily and she sped up her stroking.

"It's okay, it's only natural. Yes," she whispered.

"What's natural?" I gasped.

"That you are jealous of me, that you can't stand the thought of him wanting to fuck your hot girlfriend.." 

I shuddered and semen arced, splashing into the water. I felt something like shame but she broke the seriousness of the situation, telling me she hoped fish don't get pregnant.

I grunted as she finished me off, the waves of orgasm subsiding as my cock no longer throbbed.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I was just getting rid of your sexual tension Josh," and she kissed me on the lips, deeply and passionately.

"What about you?" I asked, and I reached between her legs but she scooted away from me.

"That's okay, don't worry, I finished."

Feeling weird, I got up and we finished the hike, more or less normally. When we got to my place my roommate was gone and we fucked again, but everything was normal, no more talk about Rick.

A few weeks later Rick asked if Anastasia and I wanted to go on a double date with him and some new girl that a mutual friend had set him up with. Anastasia was all for it, so we agreed that I'd drive and we'd pick up Rick and his date Tracy so they could get their drink on and I'd deliver everybody safely home.

As usual, Anastasia was dressed to kill in a slinky cocktail dress that ended mid-thigh. When we met Rick, his eyes about popped out of his head when he saw her. The rest of the night I caught him looking at Anastasia. It almost got a little embarrassing after dinner when we made our way to an Irish pub. Rick chatted up Anastasia, and I felt bad for his date Tracy, so I ended up chatting with her. She was nice enough, but at one point I realize we'd been chatting for 15 minutes while Rick and Anastasia stood at the bar, taking their time getting drinks as they talked with one another.

When his date excused herself to use the restroom I walked over to them.

I don't know what got into me, but I said, "Hey you two lovebirds, can you come on back? Tracy needs her date back."

They both apologized and came back to the table. More drinks were had, but I held back, being the driver. 

Rick suggested we go back to his place. Honestly, I was a little disappointed in how the night had gone,but I couldn't really put my finger on why. I pulled up in front of Rick's to let him and Tracy out of the car, when Rick invited us in. Before I could answer, Anastasia said that sounded like a great idea and she she reached out and held my hand, squeezing it, wanting me to say yes. I agreed.


She Opened My Mind Ch. 02



Part 2 of She Opened My Mind - Bisexual oral sex and cuckold themes, with a little lesbian action thrown in for fun and plot fulfillment. You have been warned.

*****

Leaving Rick's house, my mind was a jumble of emotions. I was thrilled Anastasia had agreed to marry me. My brain was fried from the extreme sexual experience I'd just had, a threesome with Anastasia and Rick, one of my best friends.

I drove, wondering how it had come to this. Something as important as getting engaged was somehow intertwined with a three way relationship that many people would frown upon, maybe even mock. The thought made me chuckle inside. I could never tell the full story of how I asked her to marry me. 

Then there was Anastasia's offer to consider, she wanted me to "put my sexuality into her hands". What did that really mean? I glanced over and she had one foot on the dashboard, completely carefree and relaxed. Her short skirt failing to cover her private areas. She caught me looking at her and somehow I felt embarrassed. My feelings seemed absurd.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, her eyes questioning me. One eye on the road, my eyes wandered from her legs to her boobs, round and prominent through her clothing, her nipples hard.

"About your offer," I said. "My answer is.. yes."

'You'll do it?" Anastasia asked.

"What will you do to me?" I asked.

"It's not what I'll do to you Josh, it's what we'll do together," Anastasia answered. She reached over and squeezed my hand, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. The perfume she'd put on for our soiree made my heart jump. I knew I'd associate the scent with that crazy day forever. 

Dropping Anastasia off at her place was emotionally painful. I would have preferred she come with me, but we were both exhausted and I had to prepare for work. I watched her as she turned away from me and made her way to the front door. The way she walked turned me on. She was so feminine, one leg in front of the other, and it hit me Rick's seed was inside her and I became aroused again. It wasn't normal arousal, but an intense, nervous long like I'd felt before I'd had my first kiss as a teenager. I needed to relieve the pressure and angst that I felt. 

In bed that night, I mentally replayed our conversation from the car. She'd told me she could take me places sexually that I didn't expect. She asked me to put my sexuality into her hands. She hinted at what was to come by referencing "Pavlov's dogs". I had a cursory knowledge of Pavlov's famous experiments. I knew he trained dogs to salivate using classical conditioning techniques. He'd ring a bell and they'd drool, because he rang the bell before he'd feed them. After a time he wouldn't need to feed them, yet they'd drool. For anybody who's trained a dog it seems like common sense, but he applied a certain scientific analysis to it that at the time was groundbreaking. That's really all I knew about it.

Her offer intrigued me. She'd be the Pavlov and I'd be the dog.

There would be training involved. But to what end?

She said she'd seen something in me. 

I wondered how I'd deal with Rick. I picked up the phone and brought up his number ready to press the button. I nervously contemplated what I'd say, but I couldn't find the courage to make the call. I was edgy and tense having burned my psyche on a hot stove that was an extreme threesome. It bordered on a cuckolding experience, no it was a cuckolding experience. I sucked dick. I was a dicksucker. Unbelievable, I thought. I consoled myself knowing Anastasia was mine. 

That evening, as I closed my eyes to sleep, shame and embarrassment that I'd serviced by my best friend Rick overwhelmed me. I had a sort of depression that competed against the pure lust and desire of having seen Anastasia serviced so well by my him. 

As hot as the sex was, it was the memory of his hands on her that my mind returned to again and again. I wished I'd had a video in the room. I remembered how his hands slid between her legs, his fat fingers probing her most intimate places, between the folds of her thick soft vulva and oversized clit, which of course I fetishized. My hands between my legs, I remembered how she'd writhed and moaned as he manually took control of her pussy. 

I couldn't stand it anymore, I longed to speak with her, but it was so late I decided only to text her. I kicked the sheets aside, almost angrily, and got out of bed to grab the phone.

You up babe? I'm going crazy over here ;-)

I waited. Five minutes turned into ten and I lay back down, dreading sleep. I was ecstatic to hear the phone buzz as she responded. Hi honey. Crazy bad or good?

Both. I wish you were here. I want to be with you so bad.

Sex? Anastasia typed.

Of course!

There was a minute's pause where I looked around the dimly lit room, my mind wandering, trying to think of a leading question for her when the soft vibration of the phone signaled her response.

What did you like most?

I thought for a moment about those hands. I liked how he touched you and you shook so hard when you came.

She texted, Do you know why I had such a good O? 

I thought about what he'd done to her, how he laid her back and pawed her. That oil and his big fingers?

She texted, LOL. That helped. It was you and him. 

??? I typed, confused.

You held his penis and it drove me crazy!! 

I hesitated to respond, this was dangerous territory and I was scared and nervous. The memory came back. Anastasia had asked me to touch him and he said didn't care and offered it to me. When I didn't respond she reached out and took my hand guiding it to his shaft. All I did was jerk him off a little bit and he started fingering her again and she went nuts. She came repeatedly, her muscles shaking uncontrollably, almost like she was having a seizure as she shuddered through each orgasm. She had never done that alone with me.

I typed, Man on man did that for you?

YES. I never felt that before. she added a blushing emoji to the text.

I was rock hard now. I didn't know what to think. Anastasia was describing me touching Rick as the trigger for the best orgasm she ever had. But I'm not gay. I don't like men. I never fell in love with a guy. 

She typed, Are you touching yourself?

I was and I hadn't even consciously pulled out my hard cock. Kind of, yeah, I answered.

When you sucked him I melted. I want to melt now. I'm touching myself thinking about it. Do it again, please!

Stunned, I typed, Really?

There was a longer pause. I want to watch you two suck and fuck each other. She added a devil horn emoji. 

This couldn't be happening. I stared at her text, my hand furiously masturbating now. I didn't want to respond, I wanted to masturbate. I stroked my hard cock, the pre-cum glistening beneath my fingers as I was in full deathgrip. My breath caught and my legs tensed and I shot a blast of cum that reach my chest. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I thought as I grabbed a shirt and wiped myself up.

I picked up the phone and read two new messages asking me if I was still there. 

I typed, Sorry, but I was doing myself..

There was no answer for a minute or so. Did you finish? For some reason she always called me coming, "finishing", I think it was a Russian thing.

It almost hurt to type. Yes I added a blushing emoji.

Ruff ruff she typed.

???

Pavlov. Your training is ahead of schedule. :-)

OMG I'm engaged to a crazy person! I laughed as I typed it.

Kiss kiss.

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Real life got in the way, so I didn't see her for many days.

In the background of this whole crazy romance, Anastasia had gotten a new job in sales and marketing with a large local company and she devote plenty of time getting off on the right foot, so she often worked late. Each night I went crazy thinking about her, almost physically ill that I couldn't be with her, and when my phone vibrated as I lay in bed awaiting her, my heart leaped. We texted every night, and every night she'd throw in her fantasy. By the third time I didn't even think twice about it. I ran with it. I'd throw in little phrases about sucking Rick's cock for her and she'd go nuts, demanding more texts. Near the end, when I was about to cum, she'd always throw in her new catch-phrase, "Ruff ruff", Pavlov's training.

One evening I got a text, and thinking it was Anastasia I eagerly picked up the phone and was taken aback when I saw it was Rick. I didn't know what to say. After our initial banter, he cut to the chase and asked if I was serious about him and Anastasia going out some time. Right before our threesome, in the heat of the moment I'd confided that she wanted to go out with him and he had my permission. I'd almost forgotten about it and hoped he had. When I read it I kicked myself for telling him he should. I told him I was unsure, that I needed to discuss it with Anastasia. He was okay with that, told me not to worry, and said our friendship came first. That was good and made me feel better.

A few days later, Anastasia finally made it to my place. I waited like a lovesick puppy outside, drinking a beer on the steps, alert for her car coming down the street. When she parked I ran over to her car, and she laughed as I gallantly opened her door and took her in my arms and kissed her, lifting her up in the air. She still wore her business clothes, an almost knee length skirt and an open collar long sleeve shirt. I smelled the perfume that I loved that reminded me of our adventure. I gripped her firm ass, pulling her into me. I wanted to merge with her right on the spot. We made a beeline for the bedroom.

My room-mate was gone, so I was free. I pulled off her clothes, making a show of tossing each piece onto the floor and she giggled as she became more naked with each removed item. I pulled off her panties and did double take.

"Are you bruised?" I asked. Her large clit and labia looked normal, but on the side could see a little marks, faded bruises.

"He was a hard fucker," Anastasia whispered, unintentionally amusing in her Russian accent and English as a 2nd language syntax.

"You mean he fucked you hard," I corrected her.

Anastasia spread her long legs even further and I kissed her gently around her slit, lingering on the bruised spot. My hands wandered over her white skin, caressing her her hips as I groaned into the folds between her legs, planting soft kisses next to her labia. She moaned and held my head gently, encouraging me to continue. I inhaled her musky scent and from the glistening between her legs I knew she was already wet.

I tensed up, ready to ask a question, wondering what Pandora's Box would be opened, my heart beating quickly as I said, "So what's this about Pavlov's dogs?" 

"I'm training you," Anastasia answered, giggling.

"Train me to what?," I asked, knowing the answer.

She squeezed her legs against my head and pulled my face against her groin. I planted a wet open mouthed kiss on her clit, being careful not to be too rough. She groaned and I tongued her slit, the gently tang of her vagina attracting me even more.

"To enjoy yourself," she answered vaguely.

I caught my breath and looked up between her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. "Do you get off on it, showing power over me? Teaching me?" 

"Mmm, hmmm." She pulled my face in even deeper between her legs.

"So what do you want to teach me?" I pressed.

"How to make our fantasies come true," she giggled. 

Frustrated, I decided to play another card, not knowing where it would lead.

"Rick texted me," I said.

"Really," she answered, not like a question, but more like a statement. I continued to gently lick and suck, hoping she'd ask more questions, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Did he text you?" I asked.

"Did you give him my number?" she asked.

"No," I answered. Of course he hadn't texted her. 

"He wanted to know if I was serious about letting you two go out alone," I said. I almost immediately wondered why I'd said it. It wasn't like it helped me. It seemed emotionally satisfying to make her the seeker of information, me the secret keeper.

"And?" Anastasia asked.

I didn't say anything, continuing to kiss her. 

"Oh Josh," she sighed.

I looked up at her and she sat up, smirking at me, a genuine look of amusement on her face.

"Lay down," she said, nodding to the pillow beside her. 

I did as she asked and she pulled at my clothes. I nervously smiled and undressed while she pulled her hair back and re-arranged it, her breasts proud and firm as she raised her hands behind her head.

She smiled and straddled my face, reverse cowgirl so she could grab my now stiff cock.

She pressed her slit into me, with all of her weight, grinding her slippery gash across my lips and nose. She hadn't shaved since before our encounter with Rick, so I felt the odd sensation of her vulva gently scratching face, her short pubic hair still stiff. Her scent was even more pronounced and I struggled to breathe as she wiggled back and forth.

She stroked my rock hard cock, using the clear translucent precum as lubrication. I knew it wouldn't last long, but I didn't care, her exquisite touch running the length of my penis.

"We had such a good time with Rick didn't we?"

"Yes," I said, but it came out "Ymmph" as I spoke into her wet box. She lifted herself up slightly and I took breath.

"Sorry, I don't mean to suffocate you," she laughed in broken English.

"Yes we had a good time," I said.

She lowered herself down onto me again, this time reaching between my legs and cupping my balls, holding them gently as her other hand teased my hard cock. She ground her pussy deeper into my face.

"Go ahead," she said, "Make me cum."

Her pace quickened as she slid her pussy back and forth. I stuck my tongue out, doing anything to make contact and help her, but in truth it was she who controlled the situation. She moaned, softly at first, but built up steadily as she squirmed on my mouth grinding my face.

Her moans changed to gasps and I knew she was coming. Her breathing became heavy and labored and she squealed as I at her. She collapsed, rolling onto her side next to me, her beautiful eyes burning holes into my soul as I lay there. I reached out and touched one of her nipples, her boobs inviting me. I still needed release.

She laughed and slapped my hand away. Undeterred, I reached out, guiding her hand between my legs. "Just touch it."

"Why don't you do it yourself," she grinned.

"Excuse me?"

She grinned. "Go ahead, I don't mind. Use your hand."

I wasn't exactly angry, but I was perturbed that I had to beg. "Please?"

Anastasia shifted on the bed, putting a hand between my legs, gently grabbing my hard cock. Her magical touch energized my penis, and I smiled and lay back in ecstasy.

"Thank you," I said.

She winked and stroked me more aggressively. I moaned in appreciation, my penis closer to orgasm. 

"So what did you tell Rick?"

I glanced at her, my mind now bathed in the wonderful glow of the endorphins racing through my bloodstream. 

"I told him I wasn't sure, that I'd get back to him." I arched my back and glanced at my hard veiny member in her hand.

She leaned over and sucked the tip of my cock a couple of times. My heart pounded in anticipation.

"That's probably a good idea," she said.

"Yeah?" 

"His body, it's fantastic right?" Anastasia asked.

"I suppose," I answered.

"And you felt ashamed right, your friend asking your fiancee out on a date?"

I couldn't believe it. She'd nailed the issue, the fear and shame. I nodded.

"You feel shame, yes. Maybe it excites you that he could cuckold you like that."

"Maybe," I answered, not quite knowing if that was true. 

She was silent for a moment, my cock now slippery as an eel as she massaged it. Gently squeezing, she coaxed up a big clear drop of pre-cum, using her fingers to scoop it up. 

She looked at me and reached over, offering her fingers to suck. "Go on," she whispered.

I tentatively opened my mouth and she slid her fingertips past my lips, giving me a taste of myself. It was so damn erotic, my cock stuck out straight as an iron bar.

"Thank you for sucking his cock for me," she cooed.

My God! I couldn't believe what she was saying. My cock was stiff, at the bursting point. 

"You're welcome," I stammered jokingly. 

"Ruff ruff," Anastasia smiled, reaching down and pulling my balls again. She worked on me silently, as if contemplating an idea and then she spoke, "Was that your first experience with a man?"

"Oh yeah!" I said without hesitation. I couldn't answer that one quickly or forcefully enough.

"If I go out with Rick will you play with yourself?

"Maybe," I answered.

"I can imagine it, you sitting on this bed, jacking yourself off, thinking about me and Rick."

"Fuck!" I muttered, my breathing heavy as the word caught in my throat.

"He'd take me into his bedroom. I'd tell him we shouldn't, but he'd throw me on the bed, force my legs apart."

She paused for a split second, too long.

"Go on," I moaned.

She stopped jacking me off. She spread her legs and started rubbing herself.

"I'd fight him, try to push him off me. I'd tell him I had a fiance, but his big cock would already be between my legs, pressing, pushing." She made a point of pushing her hand into her groin, slipping two fingers inside her moist pussy.

"Yes," I said.

"Go ahead, touch it, touch yourself," she said. I reached down, obeying her as I stroked my own cock.

"Remember his cock? How big it was, how it filled your mouth when you sucked it?"

I breathed hard and nodded.

"I'd open my legs and it would go right on in, it would slide into me." This time she held her fingers inside her slit and threw her head back, moaning.

I arched my back, the unmistakeable orgasm coming on, forced in many ways.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Are you.. ready?" she asked.

"So close," I answered, my voice catching.

She glanced at me, her beautiful sparkling eyes, she smiled ever so slightly and said, "Ruff ruff".

My sperm leapt through the air. My penis danced, spurting onto my stomach as it pumped thick white semen, a small fountain that was warm and slippery that I coaxed from within.

After I'd cum, she whispered in my ear that was wonderful, and she patted me down with a towel, wiping me up. I felt weird inside, guilty and regretful.

She'd didn't say any more on the subject, but her face beamed when she kissed me and just like that, she dressed and was gone. It was only after she left that I realized I hadn't even fucked her.

-

We kept texting, but we only met a few times, once at lunch where I gave her an engagement ring. She loved it. But she was busy and not living with me, so a couple of weeks went by with no real sex. Before we knew it, the 4th of July approached. Rick's party at his family's lake house loomed in front of us.

It landed on a Thursday, so we planned to make a long weekend of it A few days before the party, I found myself alone, packing my gear. We agreed we'd stay two nights. You might think it strange, but until then, we hadn't discussed this trip in much detail, other than her teasing me and saying she would definitely wear the small micro-bikini she had already shown off to Rick and me, but only if I gave her permission.

I stood in my bedroom, a duffel bag full of clothes and swimwear jarred my memory about the bikini. I was half-horny and thinking of the possibilities, so I texted her, Bring the bikini.

She responded, Are you sure that's a good idea? ;-)

I can't wait to show off my fiancée.




She Opened My Mind Ch. 02



Anastasia sent, You like showing me off. Hmm.

Of course.

Rick and your friends are going to get a show. I promise.

I was on the bed now, my hands down my pants. I felt woozy, butterflies in my stomach, with my little head doing all the thinking. 

I can't wait. You're the best. Love you. 

She responded, I can't talk, at work. Chat tomorrow.

I put the phone down, my hands shaking. I walked to the door, making sure it was locked and sat on the bed with my laptop and lay down. Excited, I stared at the ceiling, purposely taking deep breaths to calm down as it booted it up. On the one hand I felt overwhelmed, but I also felt like I was alive. I wondered if this was how successful people feel, taking massive risks, unsure if they'd pay off. It realized it was a gamblers high. We all know how gambler luck usually ends, snake eyes.

I propped up the laptop. I was ready to surf some porn. When I first got "into" internet porn, I usually watched lesbian videos. My earliest memories of jacking off were to gorgeous women. I loved their soft round curves, the shapes of their lovely breasts. I loved it all - wide hips, large boobs, small boobs and the gaps between their legs. Skinny was good, but girls who were thicker with the right attitude also turned me on. I loved how their panties barely covered their private parts. For a long time the sight of one woman putting her hands down the panties of another female, gently rubbing as she writhed in ecstasy, was one of my greatest turn-ons.

The nature of lesbian porn is somehow innocent in my mind. Two women pleasuring each other, the only real penetration with tongues and fingers, it's almost virginal.

It was not to last. One day I saw a slow motion video of a penis squirting between the folds between a woman's legs and I knew I had to see it again. 

Inside I knew I had made some sort of mental leap. I still didn't mind watching women, but there was a certain "been there, done that" quality to lesbian porn. It had to be really good, quality porn to get my attention.

With Anastasia, my tastes changed yet again. Whether this interest was because of Anastasia or if my adventures with Anastasia were an extension of my newfound interest in this depraved voyeurism, I don't know. I consciously branched out, looking for the next big masturbatory high.

Until I'd met her there were certain boundaries I would not cross, or so I thought. Sure, I'd tried a few of the main kinks and categories, Big Boobs, Asses, MILFs. It was okay, but so much of the porn itself was crude and uninteresting, especially fake Hollywood type porn. I found myself perusing the category Female Choice on my favorite clip site. There were wonderful, high quality videos there, not only lesbians, but great videos of women jilling themselves to orgasm, and high quality porn of beautiful people making love. 

A large component of the category is related to wives getting fucked by people who aren't their husbands. I became enamored by a video where a girl seems to be playing with this young guy. They go through the motions of standard porn, kissing, the blowjob, but instead of going to him eating her out or sex, the guy told her to "call her boyfriend". She got out her mobile phone, conveniently located next to them, and made the call. I felt a strange sense of erotic excitement as she had something of a conversation with her boyfriend in between sucking her lover's cock. She told him a bunch of lies, how she was at her girlfriend's house, how she'd gone out to lunch with her, done some shopping. The entire time she was blowing this guy.

Then the lover pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs for him, still talking to her real boyfriend. 

Her lover slid his member between her legs as she muffled the phone so as not to be heard as she gasped.

Her boyfriend must have asked if anything was wrong because she giggled, telling him her girlfriend made a face and she was surprised. At the same time she shook her head at her lover, who ignored her and only fucked her harder. Now her moans could not be helped. She said she stepped on a tack in the carpet, no longer hiding her moaning. 

Finally the boyfriend must have caught on because she said, "Sounds like me having sex? That's crazy!" as she was getting railed. She managed to hold her own for another 20 seconds or so before hurriedly hanging up the phone. At that point she lets out a sigh of relief, moaning uncontrollably as she's fucked. The rest of the video is pretty standard porn. He pulled out, gives her a facial, happy end, cut scene.

I loved it. I found myself thinking about Anastasia being in that position. I knew she was hot and got plenty of attention in real life. Keep in mind I didn't really want it to happen. It was a crazy fantasy.. at this point. With Rick we were all together, a group making it happen, more like swingers, nobody cheating.

So it was in this context that I lay on the bed, my pants off and my well named laptop in my lap. I went to my favorite porn site and hit the recommended button. 

It was all the same stuff, not horrible, but not special. I pulled up the cheating video from my favorites list and it was good, but I wanted something more. I thought about Anastasia's text, how she was going to give my friends "a show". Just thinking about it aroused me.

In the search bar I typed "give a show".

More videos popped up. I quickly scanned, scrolling down and nothing really stood out. There were girls showing off their boobs, plenty of crotch shots, some curvy girls with nice asses. 

As I scanned the videos I paused. There was a video there that didn't belong. It was some guy showing off his cock. I paused, grimacing, and looked at what I'd typed, wondering if I'd done something wrong. In the upper left corner of the screen there was a selection menu. I could choose straight, gay or transexual porn. I clicked on straight to be sure. I feared clicking on the gay button. I wasn't gay. Fuck that. 

I clicked on it.

A whole new set of "give a show" videos popped up.

I took one look. Blech

I clicked again on the straight menu and the old videos popped up. They were the same as before, and there it was again, that one misclassified video. A guy looking at the camera, his hard cock straight up. It reminded me of Rick's cock. ruff ruff

Anastasia's quirky little phrase popped into my head. The realization hit me. It fucking worked.

I hardened.

What the fuck? I shook it off, wondering how Anastasia's gay fantasy about Rick and I was seeping into my brain while she wasn't with me. Hell, I'd sucked his cock, but I didn't really like it. It was embarrassing and shameful. 

Then why am I hard?

I took a deep breath and clicked on the video. It was what you'd expect, some chach beating off. Why in the world anybody would do that on a video and post it to the internet, with their own face and everything showing, was beyond me. What an idiot. But I held my cock as the video played, stroking myself, curious to see what would happen.

Not much happened. I bored with it and it disgusted me. I wondered what the fuck I was thinking, and I closed it. I found an old favorite, Brandi Love sucking off her "boyfriend" talking about how she'd gone out that evening and had some fun with another guy. I loved that video. 

I saw another "related video", simply titled "Drunk Russian Hubby". Anastasia came to mind. It seemed like the clip was 15 years old. There was a pretty girl, not model quality at all, but sexy, stumbling into an apartment with two male friends. I didn't understand a word. They made their way to the kitchen, clearly wasted. They sat around the kitchen table, poured shots, and one guy started feeling up the girl, pulling back her short skirt, fingering her. She let him. The other guy, who I assumed was her husband, seemed oblivious and clearly the most drunk. 

She carried on a conversation, but eventually gave in to the friend as her husband passed out under the table. She pulled out the other man's cock, sucking it. The drunk husband rolled around, looking at them but collapsing again in a drunken stupor.

There were words exchanged and the wife got up, leaning against the table. Her friend entered her from behind, fucking her very hairy pussy. As she moaned lightly, the husband awoke and she reached out and held hands with him as she had sex. Finally the friend came. It was incredible. I imagined Anastasia in the video and I watched the best parts a few times before I came. I favorited the video.

I was feeling good as I hit the return button a few times, having just cum. I accidently returned to the video of the guy masturbating. I clicked on it again. It didn't do anything to me. Well, maybe there was something stirring. I clicked on the "favorite" button. I'd probably never look at it again, but you know, maybe it would be good to have. Just in case.. I wanted to self train. 

Where did that though come from?

My sex life was getting freaky.

--

We arrived the evening of the 3rd. It was the first time both of us had seen Rick since that night. She gave him an enthusiastic hug, right in front of everybody, giving him a quick kiss as if they were old, old friends. He looked at me, grinning as Anastasia showed off the engagement ring I'd bought for her and congratulated us.

He introduced Anastasia to the other guests, Cooper and his wife Kate.

"Is Tracy coming?" I asked Rick. Tracy was the girl with whom we double dated previously.

"She has to work," Rick grinned like he preferred her gone.

I gulped and sipped the drink he'd offered me.

I sat in the main living room with windows overlooking the dock and lake. The boat was still there, the one we'd used for waterskiing as kids. Rick offered to give Anastasia a tour of the place and I chatted with the others while they disappeared. 

As the party went on, we all imbibed a bit too much. We were in the backyard on a cement cove by the dock overlooking the lake. Anastasia sat next to Rick. I noticed she casually put her hand on his thigh as they talked and laughed. It was the hand with her wedding ring. She was stunning. She wore a mini-skirt that was so short we all could see between her legs. Her breasts were cradled in low cut blouse, her nipples clearly poking through the fabric. Her eyes sparkled along with her engagement ring and jewelry. She was dressed to attract.

We got drunker and drunker. At one point Rick picked up Anastasia, demonstrating a "fireman carry", and made like he was kidnapping her as he went for drinks inside the house. Anastasia screamed with laughter, her skirt halfway up her ass, exposing her to everybody in the backyard. She wore some really sexy panties, thin, lacy and sheer. Panties for sex. I swooned with embarrassment. Her labia was visible through the fabric as Rick spun around. I couldn't tell if he was acting stupid or being stupid. I had visions of them crashing to the ground and spending the rest of the evening in the emergency room at the hospital.

"Take me to the kitchen!" Anastasia said, pulling her skirt to cover herself up as she laid across his shoulders. The crowd oohed and laughed, hooting as he stole my bride to be. 

"Maybe the bedroom first I mean bathroom!," Anastasia giggled as she said it, and everybody laughed. Rick took her inside.

"Ah yes, my good, good friend," I said to Cooper and Kate.

Kate looked at me. I finally met her eyes and she said, "Are you okay with it?" I studied her face and couldn't tell if she was impressed or disgusted. 

"I don't care, it's all good," I said laughing, and that was true.

We kept chatting and I checked my watch. Two minutes passed, which turned into five and I started to get uncomfortable. I wondered where they were. Was she so drunk that she'd do something with him? 

"Maybe you ought to go inside and look for your, fiancee, is that right, fiancee?" Kate teased.

"Shut up!" I said teasingly and both of them laughed. I went inside and found Rick making drinks.

"She said she didn't feel so well," Rick said, and he looked genuinely concerned. "She told me to send you her way. Sorry, I got caught up making drinks."

I offered to take some glasses outside but he waved me off and I walked up to our room. I'd gone from severe sexual tension to raw anxiousness over her condition. I was a little disappointed. 

I opened the door to our small room and what I saw made me smile. She lay on the bed in her underwear, her legs spread. The queen sized bed was low to the ground, taking up most of the space. There was a small closet and dresser to the side. Like many cottages it was built with efficiency in mind.

She glanced at me, smiling, and her fingers vibrated over her clit beneath the sheer fabric of her panties. She inserted two fingers inside herself, biting her lower lip as she rubbed her plus sized clit. Her eyes were half glazed.

"Come here," she whispered.

"Rick said you weren't feeling well?" I chuckled.

"That what I told him. I waited for you to come get me. I need to fuck right now," she moaned. I disrobed and jumped on top of her as she pulled off her panties. She was a sex angel, long legs, supple ample breasts, jewelry adorning her. She arched her back, cupping her now bare pussy as she rubbed herself.

She spread her legs and I guided myself into her. There was no need for foreplay, this was straight, delicious sex. Finally! She was wet and ready and I slid in, my cock strong and hard.

I began slowly with steady, hard, rhythmic strokes. I pistoned into her warm slit quickly, pulling out more slowly. I felt like a champion stud, rock hard and ready to last all night. 

She opened her eyes and glared at me. "Why did you take so long?" 

"I didn't take long," I countered, but inside I knew she had a point. Why did I take so long?

"Did you want him to hit on me?" 

"No," I said, unsure if it was a lie.

She smirked. "Did you want me to hit on him?"

"I thought you two were flirting a bit much. Even Kate said something to me."

"Really," she said smiling widely, as if hearing juicy gossip.

I didn't answer, but nodded.

"What did you say?"

I smiled, embarrassed. "Nothing really. She just asked if I was okay with it and I'm okay with it."

"You told her that?"

"I told her it was all good, it's true," I answered.

She seemed to like that. She pulled me to her. "Come on, fuck me harder."

I picked up the pace. I was a little worried about making too much noise. I didn't exactly want the guests to hear us rocking the house down but I figured they were probably down by the lake.

I guess it wasn't fast enough. "Come on, harder" she moaned, pulling my hips.

My pelvis now slapped hers. She smiled, purring Oh yes! as she focused on my penetration. 

I wanted her to talk about Rick. "What's gotten into you?" I asked, knowing the answer.. I suppose I should have been prepared but the way she answered startled me slightly.

"Oh I wanted to fuck him so bad!"

"Yeah? I thought maybe you were going to."

She was smiling, enjoying my strokes. "I told you I'm not going to cheat. But if you gave me permission.." her voice trailed off and she smiled.

I considered her offer, thinking about the videos I'd watched.

I leaned into her, grunting as I fucked, not answering her. Afraid to answer her. I wanted to keep all options open and I wasn't ready to commit. 

"Come on, fuck me. Fuck me like he fucked me."

That turned me on! I did my best. I know some women are size queens, but I'm not tiny. I'm smaller than Rick, but he's exceptional. I've had women tell me to back off when I fucked them too deep. But Anastasia, she had a pussy built for large, thick dick. No matter how hard I tried she wanted it deeper and harder. I was rock hard, incredibly turned on by her talk, and at this point the only thing slowing me from fucking her was stamina. I wanted her to really come hard, like she had with him. I went from doing pushups over her to playfully twisting her nipples. She bit her lip as she prodded me on. We both loved it as we hugged in a sweaty mess.

I bent down and sucked on her nipples, hunched over, still fucking her. She yelped with pleasure, clearly in orgasm. Pleased, I hugged her, trying to cum. My body ached and cramped from my sheer effort.

She sensed I wanted to finish and said, "I'll turn around," gently pushing me off so she could get on her hands and knees. God she was so fucking erotic, I couldn't believe my luck. Her large clit hung low as I aimed for her slit and penetrated her again. I always knew I outkicked my coverage with Anastasia. Her body was perfect, her ass high in the air, her pussy inviting me as she offered herself to me. I was in heaven. She moaned as the glistening skin of her labia hugged the pink veiny skin of my rock hard cock.

"Yes, fuck me, like that," she purred, "Please, like that."

I held my position, following her instructions as I pistoned into her.

"Yes," she said, "That almost feels as good as Rick. It feels so nice."

I chalked it up to her being carried away, but even in the heat of the moment I took it as a backhanded compliment. I was almost as good as Rick. It motivated me.

"Yeah, I fuck as good as Rick? Almost as good?" I spat.

"Oh yes baby, if you only knew, if he could hold you down and fuck you, you'd know how good it feels."

What the fuck? 

My brain tried to process her statement, hardly giving me a moment to think as I briefly considered it. It happened in a flash, imagining Rick on top of me, holding me down as he slid his cock to my entrance, and I felt something funny inside me, deep down, like a magic wand tickling my balls with some sort of power.

"Christ Anastasia!" I said, and I thrust harder, deeper, thinking about his rod pressing against me and I desperately tried pushing it out of my mind. 

"It feels so good to give in and be taken, just be taken.." her voice trailed off.

I was speechless. I was deep inside Anastasia, and I overwhelmed with sensations at my confused thoughts. My cock was primed, and I was well past the point of no return. I grunted and forced myself deeper, my sperm releasing in pulses. If she wasn't on the pill, she'd be in danger of getting pregnant. It was the kind of orgasm you wanted if you were trying to conceive.

I slid out of her, my penis softening, but very wet and slick, our juices combined. I collapsed next to her, exhausted. I couldn't see it, but when I reached over and and traced my finger up the inside of her thigh and it was coated with warm cum. She turned on her side, smiling at me.

"Ruff, ruff" she whispered. 

"That's bullshit," I said, laughing. I was confused and there was no way I'd give an inch to her crazy ideas.

"Why do you think it's bullshit?" she said softly, her accent more obvious to me than it had been in a while.

"I'm not gay. You can't turn me into some sort of fruit loop."

She laughed softly. "I'm not trying to make you gay."

I was confused and found her statement absurd and I laughed at her, perhaps too harshly. "You could have fooled me!"

"Do you think I'd want to marry a gay?" Again that odd Russian way of speaking.

"Of course not."

She reached over and cupped my face, leaning in. She was so intensely beautiful and I realized this is how guys fuck up. They marry for sex and beauty and she had those qualities in spades. Just as I had second thoughts about our crazy agreement, she kissed me and I melted. Her body snuggled in close to mine and she pulled one of my legs across her, signaling me to take control. I kissed her back, hard.

I asked her, "Are you ready to go back out?"

She looked at me intently. "I'm kinda drunk. I want to sleep"




She Opened My Mind Ch. 02



"I know," I laughed. I was definitely feeling good, still on that upward buzz.

Then Anastasia said, "If I go out, I might do something stupid."

I stared at her. She wore a longing expression, one eyebrow raise as she bit her lip, as if to say she was sorry.

"Really?" I asked and she nodded.

I didn't want her fucking Rick. Not here, not now, especially after I'd cum. But again I didn't want to close any doors. 

"Maybe tomorrow," I said.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"No, that's why I said maybe," I chuckled.

"Maybe is good," she purred, and kissed me again, this time her tongue probed my mouth.

-

The next day she wore the black micro-bikini. My God. Even I was shocked as she came out for breakfast. Rick and I had both seen her in it, but now it seemed vulgar, especially in front of the other couple. The top barely covered her nipples, the thin straps somehow holding up her boobs as triangles of fabric covered slightly more than her aureolas. Thin straps around her hips came down to the small black v shaped triangle of fabric that didn't even cover the gap between her legs. And it wasn't so much a camel toe that was visible under the fabric as was her large labia and clit, prominent, although covered. 

And her ass, oh God her ass. Standing straight up she looked almost naked, but what they didn't know but Rick and I did was when she bent over, the view from behind meant half the time the folds of her vulva were visible. Rick looked at me and winked. The others sort of sat there stunned. I wondered if Kate was jealous because her face seemed frozen in a half smile, half smirk. 

"Oh my," she whispered to her husband and he giggled like a schoolgirl. 

Anastasia turned to them and slapped her own ass. "If you got it, flaunt it," she said.

Certainly she wasn't kidding about giving us a show, she was true to her word. We'd agreed to do some waterskiing. It would be Anastasia's first time and she was excited to try it out.

It was going to be a typical July 4th day. By 11 am when we went out to the dock, it was already sweltering. Anastasia stood half naked in her bikini and asked Kate to lather sunscreen on her back. The men glanced at them, all of us smiling as we pretended not to notice. Kate winked at her husband Cooper as she applied the lotion to Anastasia's back.

"Would you like me to do your legs?" Kate asked.

"Please," Anastasia said and she spread her legs slightly, thrusting out her chest, standing tall and proud. Kate grinned as she squatted behind her, and I could see her gently rubbing the cream onto Anastasia's bare ass and Kate shyly smiled at her husband. Anastasia stood there like a princess getting service from a maidservant, and instructed her to get between her legs. Everybody laughed and I bet I was hardly the only guy to catch myself staring as Kate's hands smoothly stroking the inside of Anastasia's thighs.

Anastasia looked down at Kat as her hands rubbed up her legs, near her groin, "Thank you Kate, would you like me to do you?"

"God please yes," Kate's' husband Cooper interjected and we all laughed nervously. 

"Okay," Kate said and handed the bottle to Anastasia.

"I'll show you how it's done boys," Anastasia said and Kate wore an expression that could only be described as giddy as the guys all hooted with glee.

"First we do her back," Anastasia said, and she smoothly rubbed the lotion onto her back and shoulders. Anastasia was a couple of inches taller than Kate, but her bearing and attitude really made her seem to overwhelm the shorter woman. Kate smiled and Anastasia pulled back her swimsuit straps to rub the lotion everywhere. I held my breath as her fingers slid around Kate's back and brushed Kate's breasts under her swimsuit top. Kate winked at her husband and I felt I had to look away but I couldn't. 

"Let me get your legs," Anastasia said and she knelt behind Kate, demurely keeping her legs together and to the side as she rubbed the cream up and down Kate's legs. She was thorough, spreading the cream higher, pulling Kate's swimsuit bottom to rub cream under the fabric, onto her bottom. I never saw a girl do that to another girl. It just isn't done! Now it was my turn to smirk, and when Anastasia looked at me she smiled, like she'd been caught.

"Did you do your front?" Anastasia asked.

"I didn't use any at all," Kate answered.

"Oh that's foolish, you have such beautiful skin, you must protect it," Anastasia said. She reached around, smoothing the lotion onto her belly. It looked like she was caressing her, her head over Kate's shoulder. Kate wore a frozen grin that couldn't be melted with a blowtorch.

"You like that?" Anastasia whispered and Kate nodded. Then Anastasia broke the trance in a way that shocked and pleased us all. She thrust her hips back and forth like she was fucking Kate. We all laughed and Kate looked back, smiling in embarrassment.

Now that things were back to normal, she applied sunscreen to Kate's face and finished.

"All done!" Anastasia said proudly, as if she'd put the finishing touches on a work of art. She turned to the group, her big boobs proudly displayed as she handed me the tube of sunscreen.

"It's going to kill me to ask this, but all of you need to wear a life jacket," Rick said, offering both ladies one. They smirked, pleased with themselves.

"It kills me too," Anastasia said, "Especially for you Rick." 

There was more giggling and laughter all around. The sassy, edgy Anastasia was on full display. I shifted as my cock hardened in my swim trunks.

"You've never water-skied before right?" Rick asked.

"No," Anastasia answered.

Rick pulled the skis out and set them on the dock. He showed her how to fit her feet into the gear, and then showed her out how try and stand up in the water.

"It's like you're sitting on your ski, and then you come up as we pull you out of the water," he explained, sitting back while holding a water ski bar lock in front of him, his hands straight out.

"Like this?" Anastasia took the bar lock and stood on the skis, and sat back in an overly comfortable position on the dock, her hands out like Rick had shown her. Everybody got quiet for a moment. She looked fantastic as she sat back on the dock, her legs slightly apart, her toned stomach bare, the thin fabric of her bikini bottom hugging her waist, and the tiny, narrow fabric hugging her crotch. Her pussy was almost covered, part of her labia actually was exposed, pink and smooth. Smiling she looked down.

"Oops, I didn't meant to give you a free show," Anastasia said and she reached down and pulled the thin fabric, giving us all a shot of her crotch. We could all see it, her pink and brown girl parts, the prominent clit and her lips. They were spread slightly and in her slit there was a glistening. It happened in less than a second and before I could blink the fabric was back down, now barely covering her vulva, but it was covered.

Cooper joked, "I congratulate you on your choice of fiancee," and Kate elbowed him, laughing.

"She's a looker, that's for sure," I said. It seemed a little crass and I regretted it but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"A looker?" Anastasia looked at me oddly, and I guessed being Russian she didn't quite understand the expression.

"We like to look at you," I answered, nodding my head and talking slowly like I was explaining something to a child.

She smiled, "So you like it that you're marrying a looker?"

"God yes," I said.

"What if they look at me Josh, does it make you jealous?" Anastasia the edgy was pushing the envelope.

I could only smile and shrug like I was marrying an idiot and everybody laughed.

--

Water skiing was fun. It took a while for us to get used to it but eventually each of us was able to stand up as the boat pulled us around the lake.

By the end we were exhausted and I was glad to get back onto rock solid earth. We sat on the back cement cove by the dock, drinking and enjoying ourselves. Now that her life jacket was off, Anastasia's jugs were there for all to see and I caught people sneaking peeks, including Kate, which really turned me on. 

Anastasia stood up, stumbling slightly from the booze and sun. Kate got up and grabbed her arm, steadying her.

"Thank you Kate," Anastasia said, and she leaned into her, her their breasts pressed together.

"Oops," Kate said laughing, batting her face with her hand in mock horror. 

"Fuck.." Cooper moaned, clearly pleased. And then he said something that shocked me. 

"Josh, can we borrow your girlfriend for tonight?"

I sat there, slightly buzzed and stunned, and my mind raced, "I have nothing witty to say, but maybe I could take video."

Anastasia now held Kate by the waist with one arm, and looked at me accusingly, "You give me away like that?" I think her English got worse the more excited she became. She smiled, "You are such a naughty boy!"

I glanced at Rick and he had a grin a mile wide. He knew I'd give her away. He'd already sampled her pleasures.

Anastasia noticed.

"What about poor Rick over there," she scolded me jokingly, "he'd be all alone and he'd be the, the.." she stumbled over her words, "like the guest, I mean, the owner of the house, you know what I mean!"

Everybody laughed. 

"Our gracious host?" I interjected.

"Yes!" Anastasia was rolling now, her free hand waving in the air, "our gracious host, that's it. How would he enjoy himself?"

"Uhh," I was too embarrassed to say anything but I grinned, shrugging.

"Ruff ruff!" she said loudly to me. I knew what she meant. I was too stunned to speak, and the rest of the group must have been flummoxed because it meant nothing to them. You could hear a pin drop.

"Doggy style?" Cooper said and it broke the tension, everybody laughing. 

Anastasia looked at us. "Yes possibly," she said, in a very matter-of-fact manner before smacking Kate's ass and offering her back to Cooper.

"You must be really drunk Anastasia," I said, wanting her to cool down. 

"A little bit, not too bad. Let's go inside Josh," she giggled and she pulled me away from them to the steps leading toward the house.

Everybody hooted at us as Anastasia pulled me with her. 

In the bedroom we fell on the bed together.

"So you liked it?" she asked, a sly smile on her face.

"Yeah, I kind of did, are you really drunk?" I asked, feeling silly but in a way relieved because it was an honest answer. 

"Very," she giggled, "Should we get Rick?" She leaned in and kissed me, feeling my hardness underneath my swimsuit. I pulled them off.

It felt so good. 

"I don't know," I groaned, "there are so many people here." 

"That would make it more exciting, all of us," Anastasia pulled my now hard dick in her mouth.

Did she just say she wanted a group thing?

"Like an orgy?" I asked. She was tipsy and unclear. If it was a group thing, in my heart I knew she could pull it off. She'd already primed them. 

She licked the tip of my penis, half frozen, and said, "Ruff ruff."

"I can't believe you said it!"

"Would you like me to play with Kate?"

My heart beat faster. The thought of Anastasia and Kate together, oh my..

"I saw how Kate paid attention to you," I whispered.

"With desire," she answered, stroking my cock. "If I have sex with Kate you have to do something with Rick."

I gulped. I was getting very aroused. It seemed like a decent offer, this most indecent proposal. She kept stroking me.

"Okay," I answered. "Oh fuck I don't know how you've done this to me." 

"Are you going to cum?" Anastasia asked.

"Yes," I said, breathing hard.

I felt my orgasm coming on strong. Anastasia continued, "I want you to take Rick in your mouth.." 

She bent over, sucking me and I felt my balls tense as my penis exploded with pure excitement. Semen filled her mouth as my hard cock pumped into her. She continued stroking my cock, her mouth still attached and only a little spilled down my shaft.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling as she milked me completely. "Oh God you're insane," I moaned.

I peeked at her and she smiled slyly, planting little kisses up my stomach and chest. I knew what she was doing a split second before she did it, and I didn't have time to turn my head as she kissed me, an open mouthed, sensuous kiss filed with my seed. 

My little Russian minx had snowballed me. 

I accepted my fate, my cum and her spit sliding over my tongue. I swallowed, trying not to gag. The taste wasn't bad, but the volume of liquid surprised me. It coated my mouth, her tongue flicking between my lips, and I opened wide, accepting her warm, wet, slippery kiss. When it seemed she had no more to give, she pulled back. 

"Ruff ruff, that's only a little preview. I want you to swallow him when he puts it in your mouth," she said, her weird syntax natural with her Russian accent.

"If you go with Kate," I said.

"Oh, I'll go with Kate," she answered. I felt nervous, like I'd strapped myself onto a roller coaster I couldn't stop.

She sat up, and held my dick again, but it was soft and floppy. Straddling me, her expression changed to frustration. 

"I shouldn't have finished you so quickly," she said. She tugged my cock, managing to get it semi-hard and tried to put it inside her. 

"I'm sorry," I grinned, "let me lick you."

She sat down, my soft cock harmlessly pushed to the side, and gave me a pouty look. "No, I have an idea," she said.

"What?"

"Get Rick," she said, "I need him. Right now."

"Now?"

"If you don't get him, I'm going to march out there and get him," she said. She looked at me seductively, cupping one of her boobs while she pinched the nipple. 

I threw on my swimsuit and left her on the bed. My emotions swirled as I opened the back door. Luckily he was looking back and I waved him over. He left the others and met me inside.

"You okay?" Rick asked.

I nodded, "Anastasia wants some alone time with you."

He looked at the hallway and back at me again, shock on his face that turned into a grin. "Now?"

"Get the fuck in there before I change my mind," I said.

I watched as he he went to the back room. I turned and went outside. I stood there for a minute, stunned, my gut feeling like a hot ball of molten steel.

It's only fifteen minutes. Challenge yourself. You can do it, I told myself.

Adrenaline surged through me as I walked toward the dock. Between that and the drinks, my legs felt weak. I wanted to collapse on the grass and stare at the sky counting clouds, desperate to make the minutes go faster. I would have if Cooper and Kate weren't sitting by the lake, awaiting some company. My heart raced and I wondered if I was having an anxiety attack. Buckling down, I put one leg in front of the other, and sat down with Cooper and Kate.

"How'd it go?" Cooper teased.

"Umm, great," I said. I smiled and it was genuine, but with Rick up there, I didn't know how to do much else. I was incredibly nervous, like I'd been asked to speak to a crowd.

Kate must have noticed. "I assume you had fun. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Dandy," I said and took another drink, laughing. 

All three of us sat there in awkward silence.

I don't know what I was thinking. It was such a dumb thing to do, but it just came out of my mouth. I said, "Maybe you two need some alone time? Don't let me stop you."

Cooper and Kate both grinned and Kate leaned over into her husband, kissing him.

Oh shit!

I sat there, stunned, as the two of them contemplated returning to the house. This was going to be so embarrassing if they heard Anastasia and Rick. If they went I didn't want to follow them. I'd feel like some sort of goon. I watched them helplessly as they eyed each other lovingly. Kate patted him on the leg.

Kate turned to me, "Maybe later. Where did Rick go?"

I said the first thing that came to mind. "Somebody called from the work."

"The firehouse, an emergency?" Cooper said. I regretted it immediately because Cooper also worked there. 

"I don't think so. I don't know who it was."

I cleared my throat nervously and took another sip. I looked at the lake, the water lapping up onto the cement wall below where we sat. I wished I wasn't stuck with them. I wanted to fall to my knees at the water's edge and just bend over and scream or moan and maybe even throw up. 

Use your feelings I thought. You wanted this.

I realized it wasn't the sex that bothered me so much. It was the fact that I wasn't there. I wanted to see Anastasia pleasured. Clearly I had voyeuristic tendencies, and the thought of watching her taking Rick's penis deep inside her, the way she'd writhe and moan, I wanted so badly to be a part of it. I realized if she sent me some sort of telepathic message that I had to suck Rick's cock as the price of admission, I'd gladly pay it. It was a weird thought and I contemplated the repercussions of this epiphany. Maybe I was bisexual. Or at least bisexual if forced by my one true love. I wondered if I'd do it with any other guy but Rick, and the answer was a resounding no. Rick was in our circle. All three of us shared a bond. 

I asked Cooper dumb questions about his work, questions to which I already knew the answers, prodding him for crazy stories and he had a few. Thankfully the time slipped by more easily because when I heard the back door and saw Anastasia coming down, amazingly still in her bikini, I realized it had to have been longer than just 15 minutes. She carried two glasses of wine.

I noticed a red mark on her neck, a hickey. I knew I hadn't done that. She sat down next to me, crossing her legs and I saw her crotch was red. I could only imagine what her folds looked like under that thin fabric. My dick hadn't touched her down there. Rick had used his battering ram of a cock on her.

She glowed.

Part of me felt relieved that she was back, but I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted her to tell me what he'd done to her. I wanted to explore her body, run my hands over her boobs, examine her used pussy. 

My cock hardened. I was glad when Rick came down a minute later and asked if anybody was hungry. Cooper and Kate took him up on his offer, but Anastasia stayed.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"Absolutely," she purred. "It was fantastic. Have a glass, it's for you."

I looked back, careful to prying ears.

"You fucked him?" I whispered the word fucked. I knew the answer. I'd seen the evidence.

"Oh yeah," she said, and shifted her legs, leaning forward to put her wine glass down. 

"Hand me that towel," Anastasia gestured toward a railing where a few were drying.

I grabbed one and gave it to Anastasia. She glanced around, an expression of bemusement on her face and she spread her legs. I noticed clear wetness gathering next to the black fabric in the groin. Rick's seed She giggled as she patted herself down, pulling her bikini bottom wide open. For a split second I got a view and was not disappointed. Her slit was ragged and floppy. She patted down her pussy and then put the towel underneath her to sit on.

"My oh my," I whispered.

She looked back at me, an eyebrow raised and asked, "Are you okay?" 

I sat back, looking out over the lake. "I'm so turned on right now," I answered. "I want to fuck you so bad."

She moved her chair closer to me, and put her legs on my lap. I massaged her feet, my fingers darting between her toes, rubbing her heel. I tensed, feeling goosebumps as she poked my crotch with her big toe. 

"Did you cum?" I asked softly.

"Twice," she answered. "It was really good."

She picked up her glass of wine and tilted it toward me, a toast which I reciprocated. I stared into her eyes, and I wondered why I thought she was so beautiful at that moment. She was my fiancee, but I wanted her even more now that she's been with Rick yet again. I reached out and held her hand and leaned in to kiss her. The taste of her mouth which she'd used to snowball me and who know's what with Rick, the smell of the wildness of the day in her hair because she hadn't yet showered, it all turned me on. She rose from her chair and sat on my lap, facing me. Both my hands reached around grabbing the firm globes of her ass. As I kissed her I squeezed and stroked her backside, my hands pulling on her butt, trying to pull her even closer to me. I wanted her to be mine in the worst way.




She Opened My Mind Ch. 02



As we made out like teenagers, I heard somebody come out the back door. When I tried to turn, Anastasia held my head and wouldn't even let me look. She insisted on kissing me deep and hard. I suppose she wanted to show off if it was Rick, and that pleased me. I still feared deep in my heart Rick moving in on my woman. I knew that was adding to my excitement, how we played with fire. Sure, his attitude was great, to my face, but Rick was a formidable man and I didn't want to lose to him. I'd suck him for Anastasia, I'd let him have her, but she was to be my wife.

"Look at these two love birds," Kate's voice called out from behind me. All three of them passed us, sitting down with more drinks. They were clearly intent on getting wasted tonight, and had brought a couple more for us. Anastasia hopped off my lap, quickly downed the last of her wine and picked up her next glass. I wondered if there was more sexual excitement in store. I didn't wonder long.

"I think I better put on some more sunscreen," said Kate. 

Anastasia hopped up quickly, "I'll get it for you."

All three men including me guffawed, clearly hoping for a repeat of the earlier show on the dock. Anastasia did not disappoint. She asked Kate to sit on a long lounge chair, and Anastasia sat behind her. Anastasia's long model-like legs straddled her on both sides. I had a feeling Cooper had the best, and by best I mean most vulgar, view between Anastasia's legs. She made a show of squirting cream into her hands, then gently massaging it on Kate's shoulders and back. 

Kate must have been excited because she tapped her toes on the cement, her legs nervously bouncing up and down as Anastasia scooted forward and reached around Kate's torso spreading sunscreen on her midsection. I can't begin to explain how sexy they looked, the larger Anastasia spreading sunscreen gently, as she whispered in Kate's ear. Anastasia's breasts pressed into Kate's back. We certainly couldn't hear it because by this time all the men were clapping their hands and rooting Anastasia on.

Kate smiled and hiccuped, bringing more laughter from us as she quickly tried to cup her mouth. She almost seemed dizzy as she looked at us, then closed her eyes and put her head down, like she was trying to focus. She clearly enjoyed Anastasia's fingers which gently rubbed cream on her tummy. Anastasia's fingers would dance close to the hem of Kate's bikini and up to her underboob. Kate wore a blue bikini, much more standard compared to Anastasia's skimpy version, and Kate's top completely enveloped her breasts, boob hammocks. 

Anastasia fiddled with the Kate's bikini top and winked at me.

"Maybe you should take this off, there's nobody around," Anastasia said soothingly.

Kate shyly eyed Cooper and her husband said, "Do it!" in a tone that said he was serious and teasing.

Kate looked back at Anastasia and some sort of feminine understanding must have passed between them because I'm not even sure I saw Kate acquiesce, but Anastasia quickly undid Kate's bikini top. 

Kates boobs sprung free, and the juxtaposition of the two girls breasts was sexy as hell. Anastasia was the daring aggressive one with the model body that she loved to show off. Kate was more girl-next door, maybe even more MILF next door because I realized at that moment that maybe she was a little older than Anastasia. Her tits hung nicely, but were a little flatter and her nipples were now bullet hard and definitely bigger than Anastasia's perky nips. Kate giggled and she crossed her arms over her chest in a sudden show of modesty. 

"Guys!" she said, as if we'd done something wrong by watching.

Anastasia repeated her stunt from the dock, grinding against Kate as if she was having sex, but this time it was more real. Anastasia's groin pressed into Kate's lower back.

That's when Kate turned her head and Anastasia again leaned over her shoulder, but this time I noticed Kate's eyes were half closed and she leaned in and kissed Anastasia.

We were all enthralled. As the girls kissed, Anastasia had the presence of mind to reach up with her right hand and gently nudge Kate's hand out of the way, cupping Kate's right breast, gently pinching her rock hard nipple. Fearful of ruining it, I froze. I didn't look at the other men but held my hand to my hard cock underneath my swimsuit. I expected it to end any second, like a well played joke. Maybe there'd be laughter and jokes about sweaty brows. 

But that didn't happen. Kate's now free hand reached out to Anastasia's right thigh and she shyly guided her fingertips back and forth on Anastasia's leg as if she was afraid Anastasia would object to her touch. In the same shy vein, Kate's eyes were still closed and she hadn't moved at all as Anastasia kissed her. Anastasia's other hand had been massaging Kate's tummy, but now it dipped down, massaging Kate's groin over the top of her bikini bottom. Kate inhaled sharply, and her face was the picture of erotic concentration. If you didn't know she was being felt up, you'd think she might be sad.

Out of nowhere, Kate's husband Cooper said, "Oh my God" and I looked as he took a picture with his smartphone. I didn't know if I should stop him but he put the phone down after taking a picture and I made a mental note to have him send me a copy. 

Anastasia's other hand released from Kate's boob and slid gently down Kate's tummy. Anastasia made a show of it working slowly. Her fingers traced their way slowly over the folds of Kate's tummy, lower and lower. Our collective breaths were held as her fingertips slid under the hem of Kate's bikini at her hip, then she slid her hand toward Kate's sex. Kate's bikini bottom separated from her body as Anastasia's fingers worked their way in and her pubic hair was visible to all. Unlike Anastasia, Kate kept things a little more wild down. It reminded me of the Russian wife in the clip who was fucked by her husband's friend.

Anastasia then did something incredibly erotic. As her fingers dipped down through Kate's furry treasure, closer to her hot, moist slit, she covered it with her hand that had been preparing Kate from the outside and obstructed our view of Kate's pussy. Kate moaned into Anastasia's mouth, stopped kissing her and "looked" between her legs, her head down even though her eyes were still closed. Her breathing was hard and labored. Anastasia kissed Kate's neck and Kate's hands suddenly balled into fists and she pressed them into Anastasia's thighs. Kate then unclenched her fists and grabbed Anastasia's legs, coming as my girlfriend gently rubbed her pussy.

Kate shook, her lower body an orgasmic tsunami. Open mouthed, she her moans turned to a high pitched yelp and her body shook.

When she finished shaking, she finally opened her eyes. She looked at her husband and wiped her eyes, her expression was almost zombie-like, as if she'd been stunned.

At first I think she was worried but when she gathered her wits enough to see we enjoyed it she started laughing.

"Oh my God, I never.." she said.

"Never?" Anastasia asked and Kate turned and they kissed again, this time more like a goodbye kiss but it lasted five seconds.

Anastasia grinned at the men and stood up, making a silly little curtsy. Kate sat back down next to Cooper. Anastasia surprised me, and probably Cooper as well when she sat down on Cooper's lap and half hugged him. In an exaggeratedly heavy Russian accent she said, "You have very sexy wife," purposely omitting the "a".

I knew she had to be sitting on his hard cock because he shifted uncomfortably. "I know," he stammered, looking at Kate who smiled at them both, but I detected possible jealousy on her face. The question was, to which person was she feeling jealous?

-

The moment couldn't be beat, or so I thought. Cooper and and Kate slunk off to the house. I knew Cooper was using the opportunity to fuck her brains out and she was most definitely still in the mood.

"I can't believe you did that!" I said to Anastasia, who looked at me silently. She stood up over me, leaning forward, her forearms on my shoulders as she let me kiss her breasts. I could taste a mix of salt and sunscreen, where she'd pressed close against Kate.

"You know what you need to do. Ruff ruff," she whispered.

I was strapped. That hot ball of steel returned to my stomach but now I felt something I hadn't expected. I felt a sense of anticipation, almost like a bucket list item that was about to be fulfilled. I looked up at her. She glanced at Rick, motioning toward him. Our little cove was isolated, but I felt uncomfortable.

"Maybe inside?" I asked.

Anastasia said to Rick, "Let's go inside Rick."

Rick smiled, he didn't need to be told twice.

As we made our way up the sidewalk to the house, Anastasia said, "Josh is going to suck you off Rick."

"Anything for you Anastasia," Rick joked and he slapped my back.

My mouth was suddenly parched as we walked through the house, we were careful not to make too much noise. We wanted our own privacy in addition to giving Cooper and Kate alone time. And I didn't want Cooper and Kate to know. Sure, we wouldn't have told them, but I wanted them at arm's length. 

We disappeared into our guest bedroom, and I heard soft moaning and creaking from the next room. This only heightened the sexual tension. I kicked off my sandals and collapsed nervously on the bed, unsure of how to proceed. I turned to see Anastasia, my wonderful, sexy, dominant girl, the love of my life, now completely submissive, wrapped in an embrace with my best friend. 

It scared me how passionate they once again seemed. Just as Anastasia had towered over Kate, Rick towered over Anastasia, now she was the plaything in his thick, strong arms. Rick's big hand moved over her body, toward her ass. He turned her around and leaned into her. She put her hands out, balancing as he pawed her breasts and between her legs, enveloping her. She clearly enjoyed his domination. He pulled down her bikini bottom with his thumbs. Anastasia stood on her tip toes, legs straight as he knelt, pulling them all the way down. He looked up at her and kissed her between between the cheeks of her ass before before rising and he spanked her. 

Now it was her turn. He took off his shirt and Anastasia kissed his neck, his chest, tracing her fingers down his sides until she reached the elastic of his trunks and pulled them down.

His penis- that large, glorious penis, stood straight out. She grinned when it popped out, and gently gripped it with one hand. She leaned in and kissed on side of it, looking at me. I gulped as she winked at me, and then she offered it to me, holding it as if to say go ahead, take it. 

Breathing hard, my heart racing, I reached out and took it and pulled him to the bed, where has sat on the edge. Without a word, I knew what I had to do and I moved between his legs, kneeling on the floor, his humble supplicant, begging for cock. My trunks were still on and I was hard.

Anastasia sat next to him, her arm around him and a giddy expression on her face, almost insane with eager lust.

I paused, holding his rod in front of me, his hefty balls laying on the blanket, wrinkled but powerful, balls that belonged to a well built, muscular man. I could smell Anastasia on him from their earlier encounter. I didn't expect that but somehow it helped. It was her silky pussy that had coated this shaft. Anastasia gently pushed my head forward.

"Go on, it's time," she said and I leaned forward taking his spongy warm head in my mouth, the tang of his pre-cum hit my brain like a truck. I was sucking cock. 

Rick was silent and I was grateful for that because Anastasia kept murmuring things to me like "That's it little boy, suck his cock", "lick it, yes" as well as other words in Russian that I could only assume were sexy and more than a little gay. She started gasping when Rick helpfully put his fat fingers between her legs.

She managed to say, "I want to see you swallow.."

As my mouth went up and down his shaft, I fell into a rhythm. Somehow memories flooded my mind.

I remembered how long ago we cut our hands with his pocketknife and passed them over a candle and called ourselves blood brothers. I remembered the first time I'd actually gone to his house, met his family. I remembered how we shared our first beers, gotten drivers licenses. I thought of all the times growing up when he seemed to get the best girls, but I didn't mind because we went to the best parties. I remembered thinking how I'd miss him when I went to college, how I'd fancied his wife when he got married. I remembered how she'd turned into a bitch and how I was happy when he'd gotten divorced. And now this girl who I loved, my future wife, somehow he'd gotten her too, and now he'd gotten me and I looked up into his eyes and felt something, not love, not lust, but something intimate and beautiful. 

Sucking him, one hand on his shaft, I dared to explore his body. I grabbed his leg which felt warm and powerful and caressed him. He reached down and our fingers intertwined but somehow we recoiled, unsure of the feeling we had just shared. 

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"That's okay."

The entire time Anastasia kept moaning and rooting me on. I realized my mouth was absolutely full of spit and the beginnings of his seed and I used that as a slick lubricant, twisting my hand around his shaft. I tried to get his cock deep into my mouth, and sure enough, I felt the beginnings of gagging and had to stop. I hadn't even put half of it in my mouth. So I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to deepthroat him, and continued to let my hand do much of the work. Now he was telling me "yes," and "that's great", little signs I was doing well. Still, I wanted to put him over the top.

"I hope you don't mind," I said, and with my wandering hand I reached underneath and gently slid my fingers under his ball and moved them around lightly, massaging where I knew his sperm was building. His demeanor changed and I knew we were almost there. 

His hand went to my head, cupping the back of my head and he said, "Yes, yes, yes, suck it, suck it Josh. I'm going to cum." 

Anastasia cried out, "Swallow it baby, come on, swallow it," and I could tell from the way she was fidgeting that Rick was definitely in the middle of making her cum. She kept shuddering and clutching Rick's hand

His legs started to shake, he grunted and I knew the moment of truth had arrived. 

He spurted into my mouth, hot and slick.

I held my lips tight around his cock head, still stroking him, his semen pulsing onto my tongue. It tasted bitter, but I was ready for that, and I allowed him to fill up my mouth. When I thought he was finished, I sucked on his cock tip, draining any last major pulse of sperm and swallowed. 

I stood up and he laid back. He'd reached down to hold his now soft cock. Anastasia was sitting there with a look of glee. 

"Spasibo (thank you)" she said in Russian, pulling me to her and kissed me deep and hard.

Anastasia turned over on all fours, arching her back, giving herself to me. I finally I had my chance to make love to her. I entered her from behind, my steel hard cock fitting into her silky slit like a lock and key. As I pistoned in and out of her, Rick actually shifted underneath her and they kissed. I can't explain why, but this made me want to cum immediately. I wasn't about to be the two pump chump, so I pulled out. I paused, my cock ready to burst if I touched it, and reached down, my thumb on her ass as I fingered her lightly. I thought about baseball and politics, anything to get soft, before Anastasia stopped kissing to say, "come on!"

I again put my cock at her entrance and pushed. She moaned as I filled her. Anastasia was at my mercy.

Rick shocked me, breaking his kiss, and shifting further down her body, licking and kissing her boobs. Rick reached up feeling my penis with his hands before settling in to rub Anastasia's clit as I fucked her.

"Oh!" Anastasia cried as she looked back in surprise. The male on male contact had her swooning. "Da, da, da, yes," she gasped and I realized my balls were hitting Rick's forehead and he tried to get up and lick her as I fucked her, his tongue connecting sometimes with my shaft. It was crowded down there and I didn't think it would last long but suddenly Anastasia froze and her whole body shook. It was like she shuddered, but from her head down to her toes. Then she rocked back and forth again and stopped, and again shuddered, her hands gripping the sheets. 

The entire time she was moaning and I knew Cooper and Kate could hear it. 

The whole thing was so sexy I knew I was about to cum as I buried my hard penis in her. Poor Rick, I forgot to give him warning as I came. I pulled out of Anastasia, her pussy squelching as my cock pulled out, strands of sperm everywhere. My cock dragged across his face.

He grabbed it and put it into his mouth, cleaning it for me. I was amazed.

Anastasia collapsed. Even in the low light, her face was a picture of concentration. She whispered, "Thank you guys," and I collapsed next to them, content.



She Opened My Mind Ch. 01



In the house I helped Rick open some wine and we sat around the kitchen table, just taking it easy. We sort of went around the table, each person getting to really know each other. Tracy was an EMT at one time, so her and Rick told their firefighter, emergency services type stores. Rick and I reminisced about our childhood. In fact we both engaged in a bit of hyperbole, pumping up the other in front of the women, making our stories a little more daring and amusing then perhaps they really were. I had a crazy party that had a hundred people, not the 30 or 40 that was really there. He had run from the police when they raided another party, in bare feet leading girls back to my parent's place, when in reality he slunk out and the girls ended up going home anyway. We were being each other's wingman.

Anastasia told stories about growing up in Russia, nothing too crazy, but just describing daily life, how it was different. We must have just talked and talked for another two hours, all of us getting drunk after he told us to stay the night if we wanted. Tracy was the first to go, passing out on the couch so it was just us three left. Now that she was out of the picture, Anastasia again unleashed her sexy, flirty self. Whereas before I thought maybe they were overly interested in talking to each other, now she brought up his workout regimen, making us both flex, comparing us. 

We migrated to the back yard, it was an early summer and warm out. He had a picnic table out back, but instead of sitting at it normally, we sat on top, using the seat as a footrest, just looking at the stars.

"My feet are so sore from walking around," Anastasia said, and she looked up at me.

"Want a foot rub?" I asked and she nodded. She twisted around on the table, putting her feet up on my lap and she looked back at Rick, giving him a million dollar smile.

She leaned back, and put her head on Rick's thigh. 

"Woah," Rick said and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine," I answered, and I looked away from them, turning red as I smiled a bit. 

We got into this conversation about American high school proms. She said they didn't have anything equivalent in Russia. Rick being drunk overshared about what we did after the prom, getting a hotel room to party and spending the night with our dates. 

I rubbed her feet as we talked, and I looked over and noticed she had reached up and was holding his hand. It wasn't some overtly romantic gesture, more like he had no place to put his hand so she kind of held it. She saw I noticed and winked at me.

We sat like this for 10 minutes, I looked down and with his other hand he was stroking her head. I realized I had to use the restroom, but I didn't want to leave her alone with him. And it wasn't because he might make a move on her, it was because I was extremely aroused. 

I wanted to watch.

We sat like this for a half hour, the night getting colder, and finally when I couldn't stand it anymore, I justified leaving with a crazy idea that popped into my head. 

Maybe I could spy on them from inside. 

"I'm getting kind of tired, I think I'll turn in."

"I'll come with you," Anastasia said, blowing up my plan.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Rick sat, silently neutral, not telling her to join me, not encouraging her to stay.

I think Anastasia wanted to stay, she sat up, "Well, if that's what your really want, it's kind of nice out here, I'm not that tired yet," and she winked at me! I gulped.

"You two enjoy yourselves," and I walked into the house. I ran to the restroom, and it must have taken 2 or 3 minutes just to pee, my erection holding it up.

When I came out, Rick was in the kitchen, pouring two more glasses of wine. I could see it in his face when he looked at me, something like guilt and surprise.

"You want one?" he asked.

"That's okay, I'm beat. Maybe I'll just sleep on the couch."

"Dude, not in my house. I've got two guest bedroom upstairs. Use either one." 

I knew the layout of his house. One of the bedrooms overlooked the backyard. It was perfect. I went up there, my heart thumping.

I sat by the window, cracked it a bit so I could hear, and I watched and waited. They sipped wine sitting next to each other, but didn't seem to be doing anything I'd hoped or suspected. I wondered if they knew I was watching. After a half hour I grew tired of it and laid down, contemplating my next move as it hit 1 am, and fell asleep.

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding when Anastasia came into the room. I stole a quick look at my phone and it was 2 am. Almost an hour had passed.

"Hi honey," I said, as she entered and she slipped out of her clothes, crawling under the sheets with me. I leaned in and kissed her. She reached out and felt my hardness, "You're incredible," she laughed.

"DId you kiss him?" I asked softly.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you kiss him?" I repeated.

She was silent for a moment, gazing at me with a smile and then she kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Did you want me to kiss him?"

"Did you?"

"Is that why you left me outside with him?"

Embarrassed she had figured it out, I didn't know what to say, so I lied, "No, of course not."

"Then I didn't kiss him," she giggled.

"No, seriously, tell me the truth. Please, I have to know. I won't be mad."

"Why don't you fuck me," she whispered. The bed sheets covered us as I slid on top of her. She spread her legs and I held my hard cock against her slit, sliding in easily. 

She was soaked.

I wondered why she was so wet. I had to know more, her odd non-answer catnip to my mind but I felt so nervous asking. Finally I blurted out, "You're right, I left you together on purpose."

She pulled me closer, hard kissing me on the mouth, enjoying my strokes.

"You're such a bad boy," she whispered.

"Were you a bad girl?" I answered.

"No," she whispered, eyes closing as if contemplating a happy thought.

I thrust into her, hard and deep. "Come on, tell me. Tell me what happened," I asked.

She didn't answer. I stopped, for some reason now I was angry, annoyed that she was stringing me along. I repeated, "Did you kiss him?"

At this point we heard a noise, it started slow, then the pace quickened. Somewhere in the house Rick and Tracy were having sex, the unmistakable rhythm permeating the walls and we laughed.

"I guess you left him really horny," I said, laughing.

"Hmmm, I guess he did," she answered, and bit her lip. She looked incredible. 

I slammed myself deep into her. I guessed this was a good as it was going to get.

I came hard and looking back on it, at that point it may have been the greatest sexual experience of my life. It felt so good, so rewarding. My beautiful, sweet Anastasia playing the coy bad girl.

She smiled at me as I pulled out, nuzzled up next to her and she patted my head. 

"Good boy," she whispered to me. "Good boy."

The next morning we woke up and I wondered how much of it really happened. My head hurt and I ached. We both showered before getting back into our old clothes. While Anastasia showered I picked up her blouse, sniffing it, trying to detect Rick's scent, but there was nothing. In the early morning atmosphere, head pounding, suddenly the idea of her fooling around with Rick wasn't so appealing.

We walked out into the morning light together, Tracy remaining inside. 

Rick leaned in through the passenger side window, his hands on the doorframe as he wished us goodnight, and said, "Tell him about the 4th at the lakehouse," to Anastasia.

"Huh?"

"My family's lake house, 4th of July, it'll be great, like a reunion" he answered, pointing at me with two fingers.

We went every summer growing up, but I hadn't been there in five years. The place was a blast, they had a house on a large lake upstate, a ski-boat, and growing up endless girls on the water. 

"You go have fun with your date," Anastasia said and touched his hand and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. He looked at her surprised, then returned the favor,as if it was the most normal thing. Again she flashed her devilish eyes at me, staring as we pulled away from the curb.

"Wow," I said.

"I thought you'd like that," she answered.

"Lake house huh?"

"I was going to tell you last night, but you were crazy. That's what we were talking about outside. He mentioned to me he had a summer house on a lake, a boat?"

"Yeah, it was his family's place. We had some good times there. Once he got married he never really invited us again. So that's what you two were chatting about all alone?" I gave her a wry look.

"A little bit. He told me more about his ex-wife. We told ex-spouse stories," she said, "I'm sorry, I just got so caught up in it."

"Yeah, well you should have seen him eye you when you weren't looking."

"Oh he eyed me when I was looking," she giggled.

It hit me as I drove that I'd been looking at them in this prism, that I was glad they were having a good time together.

"I'm glad you like him," I said, "His wife didn't like me much."

"She sounds like a crazy bitch," said Anastasia, her sexy accent rolling the r on crazy.

"We should have fun at the lake. You want to go right?" I asked.

"Yes, absolutely! Sounds like it will be great time!" she answered with her slightly off syntax. She told me about going to a country house, a dacha when she was a little girl, how they had a lake nearby for swimming.

It was with this mindset that I found myself wanting Anastasia all the more. 

It was not even noon, but when we returned to my place were were in my bedroom within seconds, peeling off her clothes. In the back of my mind I had this odd sense of insecurity, like the old days when Rick got the hottest chicks, but it felt comforting somehow. I know it sounds crazy, I fully admit it, but my feelings were what they were. I pulled her dress up over her head and she giggled, holding my head as I licked her boobs, inhaling the scent off her chest. 

I kissed her deeply and crawled on top of her, spreading her gorgeous legs. I ran my hands over her body, her tight ass, flat stomach, through her pubic hair, and finally over her that strangely prominent little pussy, large labia sealed with wetness until I spread her, my hard pink helmet at her opening. This wasn't the time for foreplay, she was ready.

When I slid into her she gasped. 

"More, more, come on," she said even as I slid into her upto my hilt. I slid in and out slowly, enjoying the feel of her skin on mine.

"I can't help it, I'm just so horny," I said in a sexual daze.

"Really?" she answered, smiling.

"It's like I can't believe how lucky I am, to have you," I continued, but I was unsure of being as open as I'd been the prior night.

"Thank you," she whispered.

It felt so nice, my cock again buried deep in the warm pocket of her pussy. I so badly wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to put it without coming off as some sort of pervert. 

My voice quivering I said, "Watching you two together, it made me jealous, but, er- I mean, jealous in a good way. It sort of turned me on." There, I'd said something. Inside I knew I was making a mistake, my little head thinking in the heat of the moment.

She just sort of grinned, not saying anything to let me off the hook.

I continued thrusting and I quickened the pace

"Come on," she whispered, "be a MAN, fuck me harder. Fuck me like Rick," and she flashed her eyes at me, dangerous and sexy and I pounded her. 

"What did you say?" I smiled, although I was stunned.

"You heard me," she said, undulating her hips.

"Did you fuck Rick?"

She paused and looked at me as if I was an idiot. 

"No, of course not, I just thought you'd like to hear it like that."

I smiled nervously and continued to fuck her.

She started to come hard, waves of orgasm washing over her. She gripped me painfully, something she'd never done before and I spurted deep and hard into her.

When we both settled down I rolled over to the side, suddenly melancholy from what I had confided in her. Why had I done that? Why had I brought up Rick? It all seemed so stupid and maybe a little gay. I was embarrassed and very nervous what her reaction would be.

She didn't say anything, and we slept off our remaining hangover, spooning in bed.

-

That evening I found her sitting on the back patio, a cup of tea on the table, the sun umbrella opened to shield her from the late afternoon sun as she scanned her smartphone. I greeted her and got a cup of coffee and something to munch on and joined her. She looked up at me, a wide grin on her face, asking me how I felt and I told her I was fine.

"I had something happen, maybe a little bit of a coincidence," she held out her phone. Her mobile Facebook screen was open, with a friend request from Rick.

"Hmm, okay," I said, an embarrassed smile on my face. I felt a rise in my shorts and I crossed my legs as nonchalantly as possible. 

She looked at her screen for a moment, then smirked at me. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Should I accept?" Anastasia gave me her devilish grin.

"Sure, why not?" I answered acting nonplussed. 

"I just wondered how you'd feel," she said, fiddling with her screen.

"Okay, so don't?" I answered with bewilderment. I knew where she was going with it, but I really didn't want to talk about it.

She paused and looked at me, "Too late."

"You accepted?"

"You said I could."

"Okay, no problem," I shrugged, aimlessly scanning the shrubbery along the back fence, not wanting to meet her eyes.

A minute passed and I looked back toward her, "What are you doing?"

She looked up from her phone, "Just looking at his profile."

"Anything interesting?" I noticed when I looked at her hat she had her feet up on the chair, the whispy blond hairs of her crotch visible.

"Wait," she said and giggled, swiping her screen, "Wait, erm - okay, look at this."

I leaned over, squinting to see a picture of Rick, but as a 16 year old scrawny lad with highlighted blond hair and a wifebeater. He was standing in his driveway, his childhood home in the background.

"I remember that," I laughed, 'He had that ridiculous hair."

"It's kind of cute," Anastasia said.

She swiped more pictures and stopped, "Oh, look at this!"

It was a group picture scanned in from our hometown newspaper. There was a group of us, including me standing next to him. We were probably all 14 or 15, skateboards in our hands. I'd seen it when he posted it a couple years back.

"I remember that, our little town had this founders day type celebration every year. We put on a skateboard demonstration with this ramp. It was pretty cool."

"Did you have a good childhood? It looks fun," she said. 

"Definitely. We were all so anxious to be little rebels. Now I see kids like that and wonder what's wrong with them. Life is damn easy."

"I had a good childhood too," she answered. "I think parents see the troubles, but kids are just kids."

"True that," I answered.

She swiped some more. "Wow," she whispered.

"What?" I looked over again and she showed me a picture of Rick at some sort of outdoor event, his shirt off. He looked huge and ripped.

"Steroids," I joked again. 

"You think so?" she asked seriously.

I shrugged, "I'm just joking. Probably not."

She put the phone up to her face, looking at him closely and smiling at me again, like a kid at Christmas.

"Fuck," I shook my head, laughing at her as if she was the biggest idiot, but deep down I wondered if that title belonged to me.

--

Over the next few weeks she'd tease me, but in truth I hesitated to bring up Rick at all. As far as she was concerned, I'd opened up that I had this little thing about them that made me hot, but I didn't push it, didn't want to open that door further in the real world. The only time it came up was in the bedroom and even then I was hesitant, so I found myself mentioning him in ways that weren't overtly sexual at all. 

For example, a couple days after she accepted his Facebook request I asked if he had reached out to her. But this wasn't just in passing, this was as I slid into her to give her a good railing. To my eternal disappointment the answer was no. It seemed Rick was on his best behavior, or playing the long, long game.

Another night I asked her if she was excited about going to the lake-house - as I slid between her legs to eat her out. "Yes," she answered, "why do you ask?" 

I continued to kiss her gently around her meaty labia, telling her "no reason," and I didn't push it.

It was almost like the idea of me bringing him up was more than enough to arouse me, giving me extra stamina and strength to make love to her the best ways I knew how.

Finally one night I cracked again. I'd been drinking with the guys after work. We'd gone to a nice high end bar, and honestly there were a few hot chicks from work and we flirted not so innocently. I became more and more horny. I started to get the thoughts that every cheater does. I'm not married, it doesn't count. If I do something Anastasia would never know.

As I relaxed between games of pool, I received a text from her telling me she was bored. She knew I'd be out that night so she was back at her place hanging out with her brother and their friends. 

I sat back against the wall as one of my co-workers, a nice looking girl, poured a glass from a pitcher and handed it to me. Drunk and horny, I contemplated a response.

Too bad Rick isn't around to unbored you. It was the crass, grammatically incorrect rambling of a horny guy whose deepest fantasy was eating him alive. Still, as I sent it I regretted it immediately.

I typed again as quickly as possible, Sorry, just a bad joke. I'm a little buzzed., but before I could send it, I received her response. You have a dirty mind. I paused to read it and another message came through. Maybe I should text Rick instead. ;-)

I sent my message about it being a bad joke and typed furiously. Oh God please no, I answered, U have his number?

My mind raced, trying to put my little joke back into the box, hoping I could store it away quickly.

Facebook messenger.

Stop it,, I typed, Dumb idea.

I waited a minute or so, my heart beating quickly when my phone buzzed, Sorry. ;-) Not bored anymore.

I was confused by the message. I tried to clarify, Not bored as in you texted him?

Not bored. I like the conversation. Only if you want. ;-)

I paused, seriously contemplating giving her the okay, but I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready.

NO. Please no. I'm stupid stupid stupid (hitting self in face)

I sat for a few minutes, waiting for my phone to ping but there was no response. The game I was watching ended, and I racked the balls as it was my turn to play. I felt sweaty and my hands almost visibly shook.

I looked over at one of the girls from work, and I realized something strange had happened. She disgusted me. Whereas 15 minutes before she had this nice girl next door face, now I saw the creases around her eyes, and her voice sounded shrill and annoying.

I realized I wanted to be with Anastasia. Right then, right now I wished we were laying in the dark next to each other, chatting and laughing, me thinking about the future with her. I wanted to marry her.

I stood up and looked at my phone to write another text and I saw another message had arrived, Me texting Rick would be VERY stupid. ;-)

I typed, I hate it here. Can I come over?

Want me to pick you up? Drinking right?

I loved this woman. I told her picking me up would be a great idea. I excused myself from my friends, and walked outside, standing on the curb for almost half an hour, waiting for her.

When I saw her car turn the corner, I felt relief. She wore a big grin as she pulled up, and I hopped into the passenger seat, kissing her warmly on the lips. She giggled at my unexpectedly strong display of affection.




She Opened My Mind Ch. 01



"Thank God," I said as I sat back. "You've never looked so beautiful."

"Really," she said as she drove, staring ahead, a grin on her face.

"I was in a panic, I swear to God."

She laughed, "I knew you weren't serious." I looked at her and she glanced at me, expecting a reply.

"I was for about 5 seconds, then I hit the send button and freaked out. Holy lord. I feel like I dove off the high dive board into the pool."

I couldn't tell if she understood what I meant by that, all she said was "Mmm hmm," as if she didn't quite hear me.

"You must have some unresolved issues with Rick," said Anastasia.

"No, I don't think so. It's crazy," I answered.

"Have you ever thought of me with anybody else?" I notice how she asked the question with that same wide smile on her face, enjoying the conversation, eagerly anticipating my response.

The question threw me off. I groaned.

"Honestly?" I said, knowing the alcohol was acting as a truth serum.

"You can always tell me your fantasies."

"Sometimes I've thought about it in a general way, but Rick is the only person I could see it happening with, in real life, I mean not happening in real life, but like a real live person," I stammered and rephrased it, feeling hopeless. "I hope that made sense. Rick is the only real live person. The idea of other guys disgusts me. Yes, I have thought of you with other guys, but nobody I know. Just a generic fantasy, whatever, I'm going to shut up now."

I was babbling and digging the hole deeper.

"Uh huh," she answered in that odd, happy voice, as if what I said was the most normal thing in the world instead of the confessions of a 2nd class pervert.

"What is up with you?" I asked,

"Nothing," she answered. "I'm only driving. I never drive you anywhere."

"Is that why you are so happy?"

"Why shouldn't I be happy? I'm happy to see you!"

"You're acting weird," I said. "I said all this and you're acting like you're hiding something or you just took some happy pills."

"Trust me, I'm glad to get out of my brother's place. And this conversation is very interesting."

"Do you have any fantasies?"

I knew the question threw her for a loop, because her mouth was half open, as if wanting to talk, but not knowing how to proceed. Her smile was now half frozen on her face. She bit her lip and looked at me. "My fantasies aren't quite so wild."

"You don't want to see me with some girl?" I joked.

"Nuh uh," she grinned, shaking her head.

"So tell me," I insisted.

"I wouldn't mind texting Rick. I guess that's my fantasy."

My mouth went dry, my heart beating fast. "Oh my God," I rolled my head to the side half laughing, but in a black humor sort of way, to make the pain seem easier. I suppose I should have figured it out, but it surprised me all the same. 

"Didn't you say that would be stupid?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she answered. "But a girl can dream?"

There it was, the truth laid bare between us. I had fantasies of her with Rick and she had fantasies of Rick. I felt my possessiveness toward her intensify once again. 

"We are so fucked up," I said with a smirk, my stomach doing backflips.

We got home and I poured her a glass of wine and we spent the night sucking and fucking. I'm sure my roommate heard, but I didn't care.

--

A few days later she hinted to me that she had a surprise, but I had to wait until the weekend to get it. Like a kid before Christmas I wondered what it could be. We already had sex eight ways to Sunday and she knew I wasn't really into the local sports in our area so I wondered if maybe she'd gone out and gotten some sort of girl present for herself like theater tickets and hoped to pawn them off as a date night type gift. 

We agreed to meet Saturday and I came to her place and had brunch with Andrei and his wife, all four of us. They left and Anastasia told me to go upstairs and wait for her on the bed, telling me I should take off my clothes to get my surprise, winking at me.

I hustled up the stairs and entered her bedroom. It was a nice guest room, the queen sized bed a little large for the space, her belongings stuffed in every corner of the place, but the bed was very nice and comfortable. I sat back on the sheets, pulling the blanket up because it was a tad cold.

She entered the room in a robe, "It's a little something I picked up for our trip to Rick's lake house," she purred, and she let the robe fall to her feet. 

She wore the most incredible bikini I'd ever seen, black and skimpy. It contrasted nicely with her sandy hair and pale skin. The top cupped her perky breasts and the bottom.. I cannot even explain the thrill I got watching the taut fabric cross low, well beneath her belly button, or the seam that extended down her crotch, almost obscenely so. She must have shaved, because gone was her muff, the "v" of the fabric thinner than the space between her legs. I learned later that this was a "micro-bikini" bottom. She turned and bounced her ass for me a couple of times. Even with her slightly spread legs I could see her large labia deform the smoothness between her legs. I didn't know if I should say anything, it looked vulgar, and I couldn't imagine her wearing it in front of other people.

"Oh my fucking God, that is gorgeous," I said, stunned.

"You like?" 

"Absolutely. Wow. But the lake-house? I don't know about that," I smiled wrily. I couldn't imagine Anastasia walking around in that. It would be scandalous.

Then she stunned me completely. "Oh Rick," she said, placing her hand across her crotch and another across her breasts, "My boyfriend will be back soon! Why did you call me into your bedroom?"

I gulped, unable to respond to what she had just said. She was roleplaying, and oh what a roleplay it was.

"Come here," I croaked helplessly.

"Wait, you want me to get in bed with you? What if Josh finds out?"

There was an uncomfortable moment when I weighed the pro's and con's of continuing and threw my good sense out the window.

"Don't worry about him, just come over," I said, pulling down blanket, exposing my rock hard cock.

"Rick!" she removed her hand from her crotch and covered her mouth, feigning embarrassment, "I'm a good girl Rick. What do you want me to do?"

"Suck it," I said, grinning. "Fuck Josh, just come over and suck it."

She crawled up onto the bed, slinking like a panther toward me in her new bathing suit. 

"Can I at least kiss you first?" 

Her breasts hung down and her mouth connected with mine, her tongue parting my lips as we kissed passionately and open mouthed.

She broke the kiss, "Oh Rick, I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but I just couldn't. I wasn't allowed." At this point she broke character and chuckled, it seemed so fake and corny, yet it was so damn erotic.

"You're allowed now baby," I said.

She kissed me again and winked. "You want me to suck this?" and she gripped it, lowering herself onto me, taking it between her lips.

She paused, "Your penis is so big and hard, bigger than Josh!"

I just looked at her, grinning. Anything I would say would just ruin the moment. She leaned back down and continued to suck and stroke me. Finally I relented, saying a nice and vague, "Oh my God, this is so good! You are so sexy. Josh is a lucky man."

She smiled at me and winked, saying in accented broken English, "Now you are lucky man Rick." 

She stopped with the blowjob and started moving like a stripper. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs in a nice V shape. The micro-kini bottom didn't even cover her lips now, and I felt I needed a stack of one dollar bills.. She pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and spread her pussy for me, vulgar and sexy. "Rick, you make me so aroused, I cannot tell even Josh, I'm so ashamed."

"You can always tell Josh," I said, winking.

"Josh won't get mad?" she smiled.

"I think Josh likes it," I answered.

"Maybe Josh won't mind if we have a little sex right? Just a little sex, I wouldn't mind having Rick's hard penis inside me," Anastasia purred.

I was done fucking around with this role play. Her comment flipped a switch inside me and I got up and jumped on top of her.

"Oh Rick, what are you doing?" She asked as I spread her legs.

I was rock hard and scrambling my brain for suitable words. I didn't want to come off as a pushy pervert, but I had to say something. I nuzzled her neck and pulled up her new bikini top, licking her boobs. No longer was I in role playing mode, all the strange taboo thoughts were coming out of me.

Playing along I told her I noticed she packed only the finest panties for the trip to the lake, and I wondered if it was for Rick's benefit. Anastasia just sort of smiled with her eyes closed and said, "Would you like that?" and I told her yes. It was the ultimate confession.

I proceeded to tell her how I imagined her cavorting around the lake, flirting with Rick but not being too obvious in front of our other friends. I was giving her instructions, more than describing my fantasy. I told her I wondered if we could make it work, would she really give herself to Rick. 

Anastasia pushed back and wiggled out of her swimsuit bottom before turning over on all fours, presenting her pussy to me from the rear.

"Yes, maybe I could do that," she answered. 

I slid behind her and pressed into her. "Da, da, da," she moaned and it took me a second to realize she was saying "Yes, yes, yes," in Russian.

I described Rick caressing her body, reaching between her legs.

"More," she panted.

I told her I imagined me in my room, knowing she was having sex in another room with Rick but there was nothing I could do about it. I told her how Rick would hold her close and kiss her neck and rub her between her legs, daring her to cry out. 

At this point Anastasia was begging me to fuck her harder and I obliged. I didn't want to cum, though. I wanted to enjoy the moment and make it last all night. I clammed up and tried to imagine baseball players and scientific equations, anything to keep me from bursting inside her. I even stopped and pulled out entirely as Anastasia urged me to keep going.

I finally slid back in, far enough from the point of no return I felt safe getting back into a rhythm and she asked me to continue talking. 

"You know what really gets me hot?" I said, and without waiting for her to answer I said, "Just thinking about you and him having that first real kiss."

"Ohhh, daaaaa," she moaned, drawing it out and I asked her if she wanted to have sex with my Rick and she said "Yes," in a strong clear voice.

"I have a confession," she said, surprising me.

"What?" I asked, not knowing if this was role playing or real.

"We already had our first kiss," she stammered.

"Like, a real kiss?" I asked, pistoning into her.

"Before I came to bed at Rick's." 

"Oh my God, this is so hot," I said, "Tell me the truth, are you serious?"

"He wanted to touch me, but I pushed him away, but he did kiss me," she answered, and I lost it, coming deep inside her as she climaxed with me.

We collapsed next to each other on the bed. So many lines had been crossed, so many elements of our relationship had been blown up in one crazy fuck session.

-

For the next month Rick was involved in most of our dirty talk, but it wasn't as if everything was smooth.

We were at a strange crossroads in our relationship and I wasn't comfortable where it was headed. At this point I was fully aware of my confusing sexual desires, but I was pretty sure that as tempting as it was to believe that Anastasia and Rick would somehow hit it off at the lake-house, and everything would be happy-ever-after, I knew in my heart this might not be the case.

There was still a huge wild card in our little love triangle - Rick. Did I want Anastasia to seduce him, let him believe she was cuckolding me? Our fantasy talk thus far implied exactly that. No, my pride was too great, there was no way I was doing that.

I wondered if I should even be mad at Rick, but then I remembered how he didn't interfere on the picnic table, he probably figured it out and if your own friend dangles his hot girlfriend in front of you, how much of that was your fault? Was he suppose to confess he'd tried to move in on her?

Anastasia and I talked over the pros and cons, and it was under these circumstances that I found myself parked in front of Rick's house the next Saturday morning.

I'm here. Going in now, I texted her.

I'm so nervous, came the response.

I walked up the path to his front door. His front yard was immaculate. The small dirt strip up against the house where flowers bloomed when he was married no longer was as lush, but the bushes were well trimmed, the grass mowed recently. 

Rick had been expecting me, and as I raised my hand to push the doorbell, my heart hammering in my chest I saw movement behind the the distorted glass of the window and heard footsteps before the door clicked open.

"What's up my brutha," I greeted him and I reached out and gave him our standard greeting, a hug of friendship.

He led me to the living room where his large flatscreen was tuned to some sports channel. Honestly it was hard to concentrate, and I didn't try. He offered me a beer.

"So what's up man?" he asked. I earlier told him I needed to talk to him privately, and now the moment of truth had arrived. It was time to wave the banner of interest to Rick, one of my best friends for years. 

I took a swig of beer and started to say something and paused, my words not coming out right.

"I'm sorry," I said.

He got a worried look on his face, "Dude, are you alright?"

My heart hammered and I felt like I was having a sort of hot flash. This was incredibly difficult. I had no idea if it would work.

"Okay, I want to tell you something," I started out, "you're one of my best friends."

I paused, suddenly all the practice, all the repetition didn't matter, my mouth was dry so I sipped again, trying to grab onto liquid courage.

"You remember when we spent the night, that double date? Did you and Anastasia, I won't be mad if you tell me, did you do anything, risque?" 

He swallowed, clearly guilty, and looked at the ground. "Look, I, uh, it wasn't anything."

"I'm not mad, just tell me what happened. What did you two do?" I asked.

"I kissed her goodnight and I might have been a bit inappropriate with my hands, I'm sorry."

It was confirmed. I liked hearing it from his mouth.

"That's okay man. I kind of set you up actually," and I searched for the words as he looked at me surprised.

"This is going to sound really weird, but I have to tell you," I continued.

"Okay?" said Rick slowly, doubt in his voice.

"Anastasia and I have been talking," I swallowed hard. "and I promised I'd ask you - God - I can't believe I'm asking you this," I smiled at him trying to be re-assuring.

"What?" he grinned back. He knew.

"So do you want to have a threesome?"

Rick leaned against the kitchen counter, smiling at me, like he couldn't believe he heard it. "Oh fuck, are you serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack," I nodded with a small grin. Now that I'd said it suddenly the weight of the world seemed to have lifted off my shoulders.

"You, both of you, want to let me," he paused for effect, "have sex with Anastasia?"

"She actually dressed up in a little bikini for me, pretended to seduce you at the lake-house."

"Hold on," he said, and he came over and sat down on the couch, his hands on his knees.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering.

"I just want to remember this moment forever," and he let out this laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be weird, but this is great. Thank you. Thank you," he looked at the ceiling.

"So I'm assuming it's a yes?" I said, knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes!" he roared. "Your girlfriend is fucking gorgeous, dude. Fucking gorgeous. I'd owe you."

I nodded at him. Truthfully I was as excited as he was, but it was an odd feeling, having this new bond with him. The secret was no longer a secret.

"So like, if you don't mind me asking, when?" he asked.

I smiled slightly, turning red, "She's at the park down the street, just waiting for the word, but if it's not a good time, we were thinking maybe the 4th?"

He looked at me with a sly grin, "Now is a very good time."

"Oh fuck, I can't believe this," I answered, tapping my feet out of nervousness, "You wouldn't believe how hard it was to work up the courage. Seriously. I've been barely eating for the last 24 hours."

"You decided this yesterday?"

I nodded again, "Look I could talk to you all day about it, but let's just wait until we're all in bed exhausted. It's a hell of a story."

"I had this feeling Anastasia was kind of a freaky chick," he said.

"Honestly, I love her," and I told him that despite all of this, she wasn't just some slut, but we clicked so well, it was just hard to explain.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, anticipating the moment.

"Can you do me a favor? It's kind of a surprise. Just text her," I said.

"Text her? What should I say?"

"Don't tell her you said yes, not directly. Just tell her you heard she has an awesome bikini she wanted to show off, and ask her to come over."

"Sure," he said, giddiness in his voice, and he got up and picked up his phone from the kitchen. 

"You know what's weird," I said, as I gave him the number, "I feel like we're both 16 again, plotting to pick up chicks again."

Rick laughed, "It does, don't it?" He typed in the message, me standing over him, making sure he got it right. "That good?" he asked.

"Send it."

"Okay," and he hit the send button. He looked up at me. "Is she supposed to send something back?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I told her I'd text her. She once told me it was a fantasy of hers to text you, it was sort of a cheating girlfriend thing I guess."

"You two are crazy," he said.

We waited a minute or so and his phone beeped in return. Is Josh with you?

He responded yes. 

Coming, she replied.

The park was only a few short blocks away. We both waited, laughing at the absurdity of the situation when the doorbell rang. 

I stood back and watched him open the door, her standing there in a gorgeous little black party dress, the bikini, I knew, underneath.

"Hi Rick," was all she managed to say. 

"Come in," he answered and he reached out to her as she leaned in to give him a hug. I wondered if something would happen right then but they parted and she came over to me and she kissed me, open mouthed, full on the lips. I could smell perfume that she must have just put on, a pleasant scent signalling her desire. She dropped her handbag and I peeked at Rick who had a big smile on his face.

"I'll get drinks," he said, strutting to the kitchen.

She broke the kiss and gazed at me with her sweet smile, her eyebrows raised as if to say she couldn't' believe she was here.

"You want a drink?" I asked.

"Please," she answered, her usual chatty self subdued.

She walked into the kitchen with us, picking up her handbag, and looked around biting her lip, quiet.

Rick pulled out a bottle of wine and showed it to her. She nodded, and he opened it, pouring her a glass. 

"Can I offer a toast?" I said, grinning at both of them. 

"Yes, please," Anastasia and Rick said.

"I wanted to thank Rick for agreeing to this little meeting," and Anastasia giggled, "and I want to thank Anastasia for being so cool and so god damned beautiful." I looked at her in the eyes, her face beaming.

We each took a long swig from our respective glasses.

I spoke up again. "Honestly, I'm not exactly sure how we are going to do this, but before we start I just wanted to say that Anastasia has always had a little thing for you Rick, and it was kind of crazy before I realized I had kind of a think for Anastasia maybe getting together with you, so I just want to get it out there now. After we finish, today, I know Anastasia probably wouldn't mind going out with you one on one, and it kind of drives me a little crazy and maybe not in a good way thinking about it, but if you want, go for it, at least once or twice."