21 comments/ 52444 views/ 23 favorites Abby's Trip to the Beach By: kinkomatic Abby was a beautiful girl. Standing 5'10, she was tall and thin, she went to the gym a few days a week and it definitely showed. She hit the gym for the cardio machines and classes and it made her as firm and fit as any woman I've ever been with. Her devilish face didn't need makeup and it was framed by beautiful brunette shoulder length hair. Her look made other women jealous and men turn their heads. Abby wasn't afraid to show off her body either. Much of her wardrobe was centered around showing off her pilates stomach, perfectly sculpted ass, and perky C-cup tits. Don't misunderstand, she didn't dress slutty, but she was no stranger to tight fitting clothing. But looks weren't the only reason I loved Abby. She was also sweet as could be and even though she loved to show off her body, she didn't have an attitude about it. In fact she was a very down to earth gal. She would do anything for a friend, and never had a bad thing to say about anyone. Unfortunately, no matter how sweet she was, that still didn't stop women from being jealous of her. In fact, she had a very hard time making friends with women. Inevitably they would have some issue with the way Abby dressed or the way their own husbands orboyfriends acted around Abby. For this reason, most of her friends were men. This suited her just fine though. She's had 3 older brothers and knew a ton about sports - more than I did. When it came to watching a ballgame she was like "one of the guys", and could keep up with any sports conversation, but she was far from a tomboy. After a short number of dates I'd fallen head over heals in love with her. She was so genuine, honest, and being hot as hell didn't hurt either. We dated for almost a year before we finally moved in together. She was a very strong woman, dominant in many ways. It had taken some negotiations and compromise, but we finally agreed that it was time to move in and try living together. I'd already learned alot about Female Authority and dominance during our first year together, but that was nothing compared to the next six months living under the same roof. But more about that later... I'm writing this story about a beach trip Abby and I took at the end of the summer, just 18 months into our romance, 6 months after we'd moved in together. It started out as an average Friday happy hour - Abby and I were having dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We'd shared a pitcher of margaritas on the restaurant's outdoor patio and were talking about what our weekend plans should be. Maybe we should watch a movie or perhaps go to the park for a picnic? We sat back and ran down the list of our favorite weekend activities, but none seemed interesting enough. We wanted some adventure this weekend! As I poured myself another drink and we discussed the possibilities I couldn't keep my eyes off Abby's fantastic body. It was still pretty hot outside and she was wearing a white tank top, my favorite pair of tight shorts, and some sandals. The tank top hugged the outline of her tits and showed them off in the sexiest way. The cleavage she showed consisted of perfectly smooth skin and begged to be touched. Whatever our plan was for the weekend, it needed to involve freeing those wonderful breasts of hers from their tank top prison. After all, it had been awhile... We'd both been a little under the weather for the past week, so we hadn't been up to our normal sexual routine. Groggy and sniffly we'd opted for sleep over sex every day of the past couple of weeks. Finally our persistence with the NyQuil and a course of antibiotics had paid off - today the groggy headed clouds had parted and we were clear and feeling great again. But how to celebrate? I don't remember which of us suggested it but we had a sudden spontaneous (and perhaps margarita driven) thought - let's pack an overnight bag and drive to the beach for the weekend! It was only 5 hours to Wilmington NC, and neither of us had been before. Surely we'd be able to call and find a hotel on the way, or just show up and find a room. Ending the summer with an adventure! Yes! Perfect! We rushed to pay the bill and get on our way... Several hours later we were sitting in a hotel parking lot trying to find a hotel with rooms available. After a 5 hour drive we'd found that all the hotels in the Wilmington area were booked. Unfortunately this story took place before smartphones were commonplace so it wasn't as easy to find and dial up a hotel. We began backtracking, working our way back up the freeway and trying the hotels at each exit. We'd gone a good 15 or 20 miles back from the coast in our search by now, but we were still in pretty good spirits. I was behind the wheel and Abby was teasing me about everything we would do to each other once we got into the hotel room. I could tell she was horny from the lack of recent sex and ready to make up for lost time. I was very much looking forward to finding a hotel as soon as we could so I could spread her sexy legs and energetically resolve this little dry spell. As we stopped as hotel after hotel she'd hop out of the car, run in, ask the hotel clerk if they had any vacancies, (or if there were any other hotels in the area with vacancies), and each time she would come back to the car empty handed but frisky as ever. Back in the car she'd run her hand between my legs and up to my crotch to say "don't worry honey, we'll find one soon enough". After a few hotels she'd started lifting her shirt and flashing me with her perky tits as she walked back to the car. It was dark out so I was the only person enjoying the show. And yes, she was in the mood. DAMN IT! Why couldn't we find a hotel?!?!?! We got suggestions to try here or try there. but it seemed like everything was booked up. After looking for what seemed like hours we agreed to try just two more hotels and then call it quits and drive the long way home. It was about 1AM when we pull up to the lobby of the next to last hotel. Abby hopped out and ran into the lobby to see if any rooms are left. I watch her wiggle her tight little ass all the way into the lobby and I said my lusty prayers that this will be the hotel. I watch Abby just inside the lobby for what seems like forever. I can see that one other guy is checking in. Abby's leaning over the counter talking to the clerk, occasionally looking over to say something the the other guest checking in. I could tell from her body language that she was putting on the charms. She could charm the pants off anyone if she put her mind to it (literally). Hopefully this guy wasn't taking the last room. I wanted this hotel room so bad! Finally Abby came skipping back out to the car with a huge smile and a thumbs up. She doesn't flash me this time, but I didn't care. Abby always looked extra irresistible when she put on the charms and smiled that real big genuine sweet smile. It always reminded me of what a bright bubbly ray of sunshine she was in my life. I couldn't wait to get her back to the room, get her out of that hot little outfit so I could feel her body wrapped around me and her pussy wrapped around my cock. As I parked the car she told me that we'd gotten the very last room. It was a bigger room with a jacuzzi tub in it. No kidding. Seriously, a jacuzzi tub? Yup. Usually the room would cost more but Abby must have put on her smile and charmed that clerk right into giving it to us a regular room rate. It was the last room they had available, maybe that was why. Whatever reason was I didn't care, I was just glad to have it. I followed Abby to the room, opening doors for her and appreciating her perfect toned body from behind at any opportunity. I carried both her overnight bag and mine, one of the little things I'd learned over time to do for Abby. It wasn't so much that she believed in being old fashioned, but that she believed in Female Authority. She called it "Loving Female Authority". Which is something I should probably explain a bit... Early in our budding relationship she'd started asking me to do little things for her here and there. Some were the usual chivalrous things like opening her car door for her or little favors like changing a light bulb for her at her place. As our relationship progressed her requests turned into bigger things. Occasionally I'd come over to her condo on a Saturday afternoon and she'd have a list of projects prepared and waiting for me to complete. Over time I started doing more and more for her. Soon I got into the habit of doing many things for her without her asking me. Who was I to deny this stunning creature a favor or three? After this had been going on for a couple of months she approached me with a very open and honest conversation about our relationship. The conversation was inevitable anyway, if I was doing all of this for her were we not a steady thing anyway? Wasn't it time to take the relationship to the next level? Get exclusive? Yes, we ended up having "The Talk" about two months in. By this time I was hopelessly in love with Abby, and she was in love with me too. I'd never fallen so deeply in love with someone so fast or felt such passion. It was a very long chat about many things, including my "chore lists". During our conversation she told me that at first her little requests were just tests, to see how I would respond. Then once she knew how I would react she started pushing further in a very deliberate manner, giving me bigger tasks. Abby told me that she'd been systematically training me, but that she'd been rewarding me too. Sometimes the reward was just seeing her smile brighten up the room. Other times it was her body - the ultimate reward - wild, incredible, brain melting sex. Many men would resent and resist the concept of "being trained". But unwittingly I had been perfectly complacent in receiving and obeying her instruction. Unconsciously, I had been allowing Abby to teach me to fulfil her needs, follow her direction, and serve her. I couldn't complain though, there was nothing to complain about. I enjoyed it, I had grown to love doing the things Abby asked me to do. We discussed alot more during "The Talk" too. Abby explained many things to me about herself and about what an exclusive relationship would mean to her and to us as a couple. Our roles were now out in the open. To my delight she wanted to be my girlfriend, but she also wanted to be more openly in control - something she made clear she didn't plan to ever give up. I would remain her boyfriend but I would also agree to be prepared to become even more compliant and submissive to her, seeking and learning ways to serve her. Our talk went late into the night and we came to agreement on many things, some I'll wait to explain later. Suffice it to say for now that I ended up very eagerly agreeing to accept more training from Abby and to serve her. I wholeheartedly agreed that if we were to get to the "next level" in our relationship, she would be wearing the pants in the relationship. For me this would mean more maintenance of her condo, more chores, and taking on more errands for her. Her kitchen garbage should never be full, she would never do her own dry cleaning, and I should be proactive in any things I could do for her. She didn't want to be a nag, and she didn't want me to feel henpecked. This wasn't about being a naggy needy woman, it was about her role of authority in the relationship and my role serving her. I enjoyed doing things for her, and now that things were more out in the open, I could more easily take her direction and find the best ways to serve her. Yes - serve her. This would be the opposite of the traditional male dominated household. I would be swallowing my pride a bit and taking on many tasks that were traditionally done by the woman of the house. She would be taking the same authority and alpha-position that men usually do. It wasn't that far from the relationship we already had, just more out in the open about it with each other. Other than this, our relationship was generally a pretty normal and standard one. We went on dates, hung out with friends, supported each other, talked about work, etc... Though, I have to admit that during these types of conversations she tended to use every bit of her charms and her body to bring me around to her point of view. Frankly it didn't take much at all. I was sold already. She was preaching to the choir. By the end of our conversation I was thrilled and honored to be SERVING this woman who I loved more than anyone in the world. Anything to make this beautiful, loving, and wildly sexual creature happy. So where were we? Oh the hotel... We finally arrive at the hotel room and it was a very unique room. I'd never seen a hotel room like it and haven't since. It had a normal bathroom with a shower and tub but also had a jacuzzi tub right there in the room. It was a large room with a sofa and king sized bed in it too. As I closed the door behind me and put her bags down, Abby speaks to me in an loving but expectant tone I'd become very use to hearing. Not exactly commanding me to do things but not really asking either. "Unpack my bag into the closet and drawers please. Then pick out something sexy for me to wear and draw a bath in the jacuzzi while I freshen up." Abby disappears into the bathroom while I went about my assignments. I start the bath and then get to work hanging some of her clothes in the closet and putting others into the hotel drawers. I pick out a brand new hot red nightie for her to wear that I'd just bought for her a week before. I'd been dying to see her in it but she'd been under the weather and not feeling too sexy. I decided that was all that would be required, any underwear would be coming off quickly enough anyway. The bath is still filling when Abby comes back out of the bathroom. She picks the lingerie up and examines it, looking over at me seductively. "Nice selection. You've been waiting to see me in this little thing haven't you?" "Oh, definitely - I can't wait!" I reply. She starts taking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans, "You just keep your clothes on for now and let's see how this little number looks on me..." I smile and test the jacuzzi-bath temperature while she slowly piles her clothing on the floor. Her body is so fantastic! In my head I ask myself how I managed to get so lucky and to land such a little sex bomb. She turns a little to the side so I can watch her slide her jeans down over her ass. They slowly slide down and drop to the floor around her ankles, revealing her long smooth waxed legs. She faces me again, looking into my eyes while she pulls her shirt over her head, showing me her perfect little bellybutton right in the middle of her flat tummy. I want to run my hands over her body and fuck her brains out and she knows it. Abby unfastens her bra and her C cup tits are released but stay put - firm, perky and delicious. Her black thong slowly slides down her legs and I'm dying to kiss her body, to feel her smooth skin under my hands, and she's smiling from ear to ear enjoying my obvious attention and desire. Her entire body is so smooth and freshly waxed. I've seen this sight hundreds of time but I'm still standing there awestruck, one hand in the jacuzzi, the other trying to adjust the building bulge in my pants. I'm staring at her body when she giggles at me "You better turn off the water before it overflows." I snap out of my daze and realise that the water has nearly reached the top of the tub. I stop the flow of water as Abby slides the nightie over her head. She looks wicked and seductive in the sheer and skimpy lingerie. Isn't there a law against looking that good? I can't wait to take it back off of her. I stand up from the tub and she walks across the room to me, taking my hand into hers and looking into my eyes as her lips meet mine. One of my hands find its way to the small of her back, my favorite place on her body. Right where her round ass meets her back - that curve was so hot to touch, and it made a perfect place to put my hand as I pulled her hips into me. My other hand slid behind her head as I kissed Abby deeply. Her breasts press against me through the sheer nightie and her arms wrap around my back as she kisses me back. By now my cock is already steel hard and ready inside of my jeans, pressed against my stomach between us, waiting to be released. I am horny as hell, hormones raging. My primal instincts are firing on all cylinders and I am fighting back the urge to throw Abby down on the bed and ravage her body, to drive my hard dick deep inside her and fill her with every inch of me. I move to her neck, kissing her shoulders and up to her ear. I can feel her body responding to my lips as she starts whispering to me "Oh god baby, that feels so good.... You know all the right spots... But babe, I have a favor to ask. " I switch to the other side of her neck and my hand wanders down between her legs to find out how wet she's already gotten as I answer "Sure, anything for you Abby." She gently stops my hand before I get a chance to feel her smooth wet pussy and she whispers to me "There was this guy checking into the hotel at the same time as me....." A massive rush of butterflies is suddenly released in my chest as I slowly pull back from kissing her - I have a feeling I know what's coming next. I try not to react and just look into her eyes, her gaze holding me as I still hold her in my arms. I suddenly feel off balance, uncertain, nervous... But Abby pulls me back to against her body, arms around my back. "Oh don't get nervous baby, you know everything will be okay, it always is. You know I love you.. and don't stop kissing my neck, it feels so nice" I put my lips back on her soft neck and I can feel my hands trembling a bit as she continues to whisper in my ear. "I don't know his name or his room number so it might be nothing, but he was H. O. T. and I know he was checking in alone. You know how I get urges sometimes - I just need to know...." She slowly pulls away from me and looks into my eyes "You want me to be happy right?" I nod. "When we had our talk you said you'd support this right?" I nod again. A familiar, slightly wicked smile forms on her face as she pulls away and walks seductively back over to the bed "Okay baby. Did you notice my clothes are on the floor?" I look down at her feet where she'd piled her clothing after disrobing and I remember that any chance of feeling that tight pussy of hers during this trip hinged on how well I acted and served her over the next hour or two. "Oh I'm sorry Abby, I'll pick those up for you". She watched me carefully fold and put away her clothing just the way she'd taught me to do as she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. Hitting the front desk button, I only heard one side of the conversation as she paced back and forth waiting for an answer. "Yes, hello front desk? This is Abby in 205, I just checked in about 10 minutes ago..." [pause] "Yes, that's right..." She looked directly at my eyes as she continued... "Yes, I was hoping you could help me with something. Do you remember the other gentleman who was checking in at the same time as me?..." [pause] "Yes, that's right..." [pause] "No, no, that's who I mean...." She had a hard time hiding her excitement as the clerk on the other end spoke. Her free hand wandered across her breasts then motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa. "Yes, well, I have what might be an odd question - would you be able to put me through to his room?..." [pause] Abby giggled a bit, "Yes, please that would be perfect." The phone must have rung a million times, it seemed like forever. My mind was racing. Maybe he wouldn't answer. Maybe I would have her to myself in mere seconds. "Oh hi, yes hello" Abby's Trip to the Beach Still looking at me, she continued, "Yes, hi there, this is Abby. You may not remember me but I'm the girl who was checking in at the same time as you about ten minutes ago... Yes, that's right, Abby... Well it was nice to meet you too Brad..." She sat on the edge of the bed twirling her hair as she awkwardly spoke to him, stumbling a bit. "Um, yeah soooo... Ummm.... I totally understand if you find this too weird.... Or odd... Um, or unusual... Or too forward.... but I kinda thought you were hot when I was checking in." Her hand was now wandering around between her legs, fingers slipping inside of her, rubbing her clit. She parted her legs a little and I can see her slick fingers occasionally disappearing inside her. Abby blushes, "Oh? Well thank you so much Brad, I'm flattered... So... I know this probably sounds strange but what would you say if I asked you to come down to my room for a drink?" [long pause] "Yes, Brad, that's exactly what I mean." Abby holds two slick wet fingers, showing me how excited she is and points to the floor next to the bed. She must be completely drenched. I know what she wants. It's not the first time this has happened... I walk over to the edge of the bed, kneeling beside her on the floor. She puts her fingers on my lips, into my mouth. I can taste the wonderful taste of her pussy on her fingers and suck on them gently as she giggles into the phone and continues... "No, no, you remember right, my boyfriend *was* waiting out in the car. He's here with me now." [pause] "No, no, everything will be okay. Trust me,we talked and he's on board with this. He is very, ummmm, well... I guess you could say he is very understanding of my needs..." Abby looks down at me kneeling. I am going insane with desire, tasting her on my lips... As she talks she slides closer to the edge of the bed. Putting a hand on my head she gently pulls me between her knees. I take my queue and my lips soon land on her sweet slick hairless pussy, tasting her again I kiss her pussy like a lover's mouth. I softly run my tongue along her clit, my lips kissing her smooth and bare waxed lips, tasting her, appreciating the opportunity to finally feel her sweet wetness. As I work on my knees between her legs, she continues to speak to Brad on my behalf. "Trust me Brad, he will not be a problem. He is totally, completely, absolutely okay with this." [pause] "Yes, he's here in the room listening to our conversation right now. Are you okay with him staying in the room? Watching?" [pause] "No, this is for real. I am 100% serious." [pause] "Yes, that works. No, no don't change, just come down as you are..." [pause] "Room 205 then, just wear what you have on... I'll be waiting..." Click. So it was on... But I guess I should take a moment and explain a bit more... That conversation we'd had? You know, The Talk? Well, it wasn't all just about chores. I know Abby wasn't dating anyone else but me. I wasn't either. The Talk was supposed to just be about us voicing those feelings and agreeing not to see other people. And we did, well soft of... I already knew that Abby had mostly male friends. What I didn't know was that some were also friends.... with benefits. I'd found out during our conversations late into that night. She confessed to me that for the two months of our relationship she'd also been sleeping two other guys. I was surprised when she told me who they were. Guys I knew - we'd all hung out together numerous times. As she unloaded these secrets, I worked through the jealousy and rage that I felt deep inside. This wasn't the first time a girlfriend had cheated on me. But she wasn't really cheating on me (yet), since we weren't officially exclusive. As I experienced this torrent of emotions she used her body and sexuality to its fullest extent. I never really stood a chance, and by the end of the conversation I was agreeing to remain completely faithful to her while allowing her to maintain her friends with benefits. It wasn't long after The Talk before the guys knew she'd told me, and we had some interesting times for sure. However, that's all for another story, another time. Back to the hotel room... So, this wasn't going to be the first time I'd seen Abby with another man, but it was somewhat unusual for her to pickup a stranger. She had physical relationships with a small number of regular lovers who I knew and was comfortable with. This new stranger was going to be in our hotel room any minute for no other reason but to fuck Abby, the woman who I'd fallen deeply in love with, right in front of my face. And I was going let it happen. "Stay there" Abby pointed at me as she went back into the bathroom and put on a little lipstick and perfume, freshening up for her newfound lover. I remained kneeling in my place by the bed, her taste on my lips, still hard as a steel rod, aching to be inside her. But I knew I had to earn that right. I needed to see this through and let her satisfy her sexual urges. Then the door - knock knock knock.... Abby walked out of the bathroom and sat her firm little bottom on the edge of the tub saying "get the door please." I turned a thousand shades of red as I stood up. I tried to adjust as much as I could but my cock was obviously hard in my jeans. I awkwardly walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. Brad stood there smiling like a Cheshire cat, staring at the peephole. I knew he couldn't see me but It felt like he was staring with into my eyes. This was going to be an interesting night... I open the door, hoping my hardon wasn't too obvious. Brad walks in and turns to me with an outstretched hand as I shut the door. "Oh hi there - you must be the boyfriend. Seriously dude, are you sure you are cool with this?" I stutter a bit as I shake his hand replying "Y-Yes, I am cool with this" He firmly clasps my slightly trembling hand and shakes it. He's tall - about my height. I could tell he visits the gym regularly. He was wearing a close fitting t-shirt and looks very in shape, his chest filling out the slightly too small t-shirt he's wearing and the sleeves tight around his biceps. He was in some pajama pants, which I guess is what Abby meant by "come as you are". His hand is steady, firm, confident. I can tell he's measuring me up, reflecting on his observations. Shit, he can tell I am shaking. He can tell I am struggling to hide the massive erection in my pants. A smirk forms on his face as he realises that I am no threat and that Abby's invitation was legitimate. He can see straight through me. I suddenly feel like a kid in a schoolyard, nervous around the bully. Afraid he would humiliate me in front of that cute girl I had a crush on and shove me down into the playground sand. Afraid he would show my little crush his dominance on the playground, competing for her attention and adoration. He knew he would be embarrassing me, showing off to her, winning her approval and ultimately, access to her body. But this wasn't a schoolyard and he wasn't going to be shoving me into the sand, he didn't need to. We're adults, not schoolyard children. We know who we are and within a few seconds he recognises that he doesn't need to bully me. He sees the look in my eyes. In a glance and a handshake I have already acknowledged to him that I may not like it but I consent to each of our roles in this. I know that soon he will be fucking my precious girlfriend's brains out, and that I will not be doing a damn thing to prevent it. "Okay then, I'm okay with it if you're okay with it." Almost as if to say "well, now that we have that over with" he releases my hand and looks over my shoulder at Abby sitting there on the side of the tub, eyes sparkling. She stands, beckoning him with her finger saying to him "Well, aren't you the perfect little late night snack?" Brad brushes past me, as if almost immediately forgetting I am there, walking to Abby. She's glowing in her red nightie, oozing sexuality. Sexual hunger and jealousy is burning in me as I stand by, watching another man approach her. Very little is said as they meet in the middle of the room. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion now as Abby runs her hands over his chest, exploring his muscular frame. Brad pulls her toward him and her hands slip around his back as she tilts her head back, as she looks up at him inviting him to kiss her. Their lips meet and I can see her starting to melt in his arms. He's exploring her body as he kisses her, running his hand down her back just above her ass, right into the small of her back. My guts are in fire as I see his hand on that spot - leveraging my favorite spot to pull her hips into his body. She responds with a moan and soon they are pressed together and making out like high school lovers. I watch his hand run down further to her ass, pulling the bottom of the nightie up. As I watch I think to myself how much I'd looked forward to seeing her in that red lingerie when I bought it. How I'd imagined taking it off her slowly, kissing every inch of her body as I went. But now I am here in this hotel room watching another man enjoying it - lifting it up off of her ass, sliding his hand down, cupping and squeezing her gym toned ass cheeks. Abby moans as he grinds his body into hers. His hands stay on her ass as she slides his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it in my direction. Brad looks down at her and she kisses down his body, his chest, running her hands over his muscled arms. Kissing his nipples, all over his stomach. His hands run up the sides of her body as she continues to move down his body. Their focus remains on each other. I stand there staring, lusting after my girlfriend with her new lover, unacknowledged by either of them. Her hands find their way down to the tent that's begun forming in his pants. Abby smiles as she finds his cock and grips it, feeling its length in her hands, evaluating its girth. Her fingers slip into the top of his pajama pants and start sliding them down. As his cock emerges she turns and as if suddenly remembering I am in the room looks at me, eyes wide open "Uhhh, oh my..." His dick isn't completely hard yet, but it's already huge. Fuck, he's already as big as her biggest regular lover and easily far larger than me. Something like that could ruin her for at least a day or two, maybe longer. I can't tell if she's afraid or excited as she continues to explore and examine his cock with her hands. Brad looks over at me with a shit eating grin as Abby kneels down in front of his cock, pulling his pajama pants to his ankles as she goes. He's enjoying every moment of this. He knows what he's packing and it's made him confident about it. He stands there, tall, strong, dominant, and with my girlfriend kneeling at his feet. Her face just inches away from his growing cock. I am still standing near the doorway, awestruck at what's happening in front of me. No matter how many times it's happened before, it's always amazing to watch Abby unleash her sexual energy. To watch how happy it makes her, to see how incredibly sexy she looks, and how amazing our sexual adventures are. Sure it makes me crazy, jealous, and insecure. But she has always had a great way of reassuring me, of letting me know that everything is going to be okay, and that it's worth it to let her have her fun. After all she'd been up front with me from the start about the fact that she'd never be monogamous. By the time I'd processed what this would mean for me I'd already fallen in love with her. After the initial shock wore off I began to see how well our relationship was going. Sex with Abby was always incredible. She eased me into this new lifestyle as her friends with benefits learned that I'd agreed to their relationship. Her favorite lover even started to come over to the house fairly regularly. He respected my love for Abby and I respected her need for sex. Yes, I'd fallen in love with the sluttiest girl I'd ever known. But strangely it was one of the most rewarding relationships I've ever had, the deepest love, the hottest sex, the best communication. I adored Abby and she loved me back. In virtually every way it was a perfectly normal loving relationship... I snap out of my memories as Brad steps out of his pantlegs and Abby tosses his pajama pants over to me, landing on my feet. She runs her hands up and down his legs and back over his semi-hard cock and he slips her sexy red lingerie up and over her head. Taking her lead he throws her only item of clothing over at me. I catch it in my hands, instinctively saying "thanks" to him. What. The. Fuck.? Did I just thank a man for taking my girlfriend's clothes off? For fucking her? For humiliating me? Brad catches my expression and says to me "oh no, thank YOU". Abby's now naked body is incredible to see kneeling on the floor before this man. On her knees, her rounded ass resting on her feet, slightly pushed backward. Her back curved as she leans forward towards his cock. Her tits jutting outward in front of her body and jiggling up and down. Her knees are parted and she has one hand on Brad's cock and the other between her legs. Her wet pussy must be running down the insides of her legs by now. God I wish so much that she'd let me touch it earlier. I ache to touch her. She starts kissing the tip of Brad's cock with her lips and she looks at me out of the corner of her eye. Pointing at the clothing at my feet I remember my training - no clothes on the floor. Abby refocuses on Brad's cock and I hear the familiar sounds of a blowjob as I pick up his shirt and pants and walk over to the armchair in the corner. Carefully folding each item of clothing I fold his clothes along with hers and set them on the corner of the TV stand. Among other things I'd learned to do for Abby, the 'no clothing on the floor' rule meant that I needed to pickup and fold any clothing dropped on the floor. I knew that this meant both her and her lover's clothing. Abby's beautiful full lips are around Brad's large cockhead now and his hands are on her head, guiding her mouth over his dick. "That's it honey, use your tongue." Brad takes a break from watching Abby's lips slide up and down his cock to glance over at me as I am folding his shirt as if to ask "Really? You're that pussy whipped" Yes Brad, I am that pussy whipped, and this is how I earn the privilege of feeling Abby's fabulous pussy wrapped around my cock every day of the week. This is how I earn the right to taste her pussy in my mouth. I am pussy whipped. Very pussy whipped, by the hottest girl I have ever loved. She struggles a bit as he hits the back of her throat, not nearly halfway in her mouth. Her hand leaves her pussy and grips his leg as he starts moving in and out of her mouth. He's nearly fully erect now and both of her hands find their way to his ass, trying to gain some control or at least get a warning of the pace that this man is fucking the back of her mouth. I worry about my sweet little Abby as Brad starts thrusting a little deeper. She chokes and gags a bit as he works his cock into the top of her throat. She's no stranger to deep throating a cock but his is a little thicker than most. I could tell she was struggling and a little uncomfortable taking it. Brad seemed to sense it too and slows a little, removing his hands from her head and letting her choose the pace for a moment. I watch Abby's lips slide back off the end of his cock and she is holding it in her hands. I can now appreciate it's full size. Holy shit I think to myself - she's going to have a hard time with this. "I'm okay, I'm okay" she says to us both, choking and swallowing a bit to recover, "Why don't you have a seat Brad? Let me take care of this magnificent cock for you." Brad smiled, not believing his good fortune, and moved the coffee table out of the way and took a seat on the sofa. Abby turned to me next, "Baby can you be a dear and run down to the vending machine to get me a Sprite? Oh, and get some ice in the ice bucket too." Hesitantly I get up and grab some change from the dresser and the ice bucket, and then head to the door. Abby's on her knees in front of the now seated Brad and catches me as I reach for the door handle, "Wait - aren't you forgetting something?" I can tell by her tone that she is enjoying this whole scene and loving every moment. Recognising that these are the results of her carefully cultivated dominance of me. I think for a couple of seconds and realise what she must mean, "Brad, would you like anything to drink?" That shit eating grin is back on his face as he replies "Sure, get me a Dr Pepper if they have it, any other soda if they don't." This is all too surreal at this point. I am looking at the woman I might one day make my bride. She's kneeling on the floor in front of this man she just met less than an hour before, slowly jacking his huge cock off while he sits on the sofa above her telling me to get him a soda. I am burning up inside, but I chose my fate many many months ago. I swallow whatever pride I may have had left at the moment and simply say "Will do..." as I walk out the door. Behind me I hear them both giggling and chatting a bit while the door closed. There is no telling what would happen while I'm gone so I hurry to find the vending and ice machines. I walk the hallways looking and looking and finally have to go down to the front desk. I ask the clerk where the ice and vending machines are and find out they are only on the first floor, but at least they are close. I note a little bit of an odd look from the clerk as I walk away and realise that he'd seen me come in with Abby about an hour ago. I feel my face turn bright red on the way back to the room. I wonder if the front desk clerk knows that she's back in the room right now with another man's dick in her mouth, getting ready to fuck him six ways from Sunday. I open the door and hear slurping noises and moans. I walk in the room to see Abby up on her knees leaning into Brad's lap and working on his cock. Her beautiful bare ass is facing me in a tempting doggie style position. Her knees were apart and I have a great view of her smooth pussy peeking out from between her legs. Her hand is between her legs again and she's playing with her very wet pussy. God how I was dying to walk right over and slide inside her right then. But I would have to wait my turn... Brad is leaning back on the sofa, legs spread out and clearly enjoying my little Abby's mouth on his tool. She doesn't look up as he looks over at me and says "Just put the drinks in some glasses with ice and put them on the coffee table." I'm use to getting direction from Abby and I look at her for confirmation of Brad's instructions. She doesn't respond at all and all I see is her head bobbing up and down in Brad's lap and her ass at me and teasing me. He seems to sense my hesitation "Don't worry, Abby and I chatted a bit while you were out getting the drinks.. She told me all about your agreement to obey her and let her have her fun with guys. So why don't you just make us our drinks and sit down over there." I am shaking and red faced again as I put the ice into the glasses and pour the sodas for Abby and Brad. It was infuriating to have one of her sexual conquests talk to me like that. She was always careful to make sure I'm treated with respect, even though she ***IS*** getting fucked by them. But I'd made my bed, so to speak, now I had to lie in it. I place the drinks on the coffee table and return to my seat on the chair across the room. Fuming but trying not to show it. I try to hide my blushing face and shaking hands as I sit and watch Abby continue to blow this guy's cock. I'm a little off kilter again, unsure what's going to happen next. I just keep telling myself that Abby will make this right, she always does. Abby's Trip to the Beach Brad's head is back and he's looking up at the ceiling as I listen to Abby's mouth slurping and gagging on his cock. He's moaning and gives her the occasional "that's good" or "yeah just like that". Occasionally turns his head to the side, looks over at me and grins. Then he says outloud "Okay Abby, I'm going to tell your boyfriend the rest of what we discussed while he was out of the room." I hear a "Mmmmm Hmmmm" from Abby's throat, but she doesn't skip a beat and just keeps sucking Brad's cock. Brad doesn't even look at me as he explains "So here's what I learned while you were out of the room. I know you are submissive to Abby. I know I am not the only guy you have watched fuck her. And I know she is dying to feel me inside her wet little pussy. Isn't that right Abby?" Between slurps I hear "Mmmmm Hmmmmm". Brad replies, smiling down at the top of her head "That's a good girl." I start getting nervous. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Abby raises her head up for a moment and I wait to see if she will protest but she looks over at me, sloppy hair and eyes watering to say "Baby, just sit still hear him out - everything will be okay." Her voice is a little raspy and broken and I realise that she's been trying to deep throat him all this time. I watch, unsure of what's happening as she impales her throat back on his cock again. I am stunned and silent and Brad speaks to me again, slightly distracted by Abby's actions on his cock. "You should listen to her. Don't worry, everything is going to be fine. As it turns out I'm a bit of a dominant guy myself. I've met girls like Abby a few times before... " [pause] "Oh god Abby... Good girl, there you go..." [pause] "Women like Abby love sex and enjoy strong dominant men, but sometimes it's more than that. I've learned over the years that for some women, size does matter." [pause] "Oh Fuck, you're getting it now..." [pause] "...so Abby's already told me that she finds my size a huge turn on. She wants to let me explore my dominance a bit in front of you, and I plan to oblige her while exploiting her sexual desire for my cock." Brad pauses again as Abby chokes again... "Oh god Abby, you've got the whole thing now... Of my god..." I know that she likes well endowed men, but had never realised this about her. I didn't want Brad to hurt her, but I also didn't want to stop her if it's what she wanted. Brad continued, "While you were out of the room Abby agreed to let me fuck her till morning if I want. Your hot little girlfriend told me that she would do anything to feel me inside her." "So here's the deal... For tonight your girlfriend has agreed to submit to me, something she would never allow you to do, and I plan to fuck your girlfriend silly till morning, isn't that right Abby?" "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" [slurp, slurp] "You are not going to move from that seat again unless I tell you to. This is what you want right Abby?" "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" [slurp, slurp] "Abby's on board, now are sure you're okay with this?" I nod, realising that I could easily stop this at any time simply by protesting, but Abby WANTS this to happen. She has surrendered control to Brad for the night. Not just control over her but by proxy control over me too. It had been a given from the beginning that Brad was going fuck her brains out with his giant cock (no - not cock, fuckstick, his dick was positively huge), but now he was going to stay the night. This was new. Previously, all encounters with her friends with benefits had been with her in a position of control. I'd never seen her willing to take a submissive role before. Yes, this was very new. Brad leans back on the sofa with his arm spread out on top of the back. This was his world now, he was going to enjoy it. Abby's hands grip his ass as she I watch her pull herself down over his cock. I can hear grotesque slurping sounds coming from Abby's throat and she forces his cock in and out of her mouth. She's stealing breaths whenever she can and I can tell he's getting closer to cumming. Sucking cock and deepthroating is always something Abby's been great at. She does a fantastic job of suppressing her gag reflex, but I've never seen her handle a cock this large before. She struggles to accommodate him but seems to be adapting pretty well so far. As I watch her head bob up and down, I'm dying to stop them but remain silent. He approaches orgasm, moving in short urgent thrusts in her mouth. He gives a final hard thrust into her throat and I can tell he's cumming. Her body tenses and I can tell she's working hard to keep from gagging. I can hear my love choking as Brad unleashes his seed deep into her, pumping load after load of his cum directly into her throat. She struggles to take it all in, gagging as his cockhead swells and pulses in her throat, but maintains her position over his cock. "Oh God Abby, oh God... What a fucking great slut... Yes, take it deep inside you... Aghhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..... Yeeeessss........" What did he just call her? A slut? My anger and jealousy continues to hover right below the surface, but I push it down into its hiding place. This is what I signed up for, this is what Abby wants. After Brad's cock finally stops pulsing and she comes up for air I can see what a mess she is. Her eyes look like she's been crying, she's coughing and gagging and trying to gulp down air. Her mouth is super red from being stretched open. I suddenly see cum running out of her nose - Brad came down her throat, she's choking on his cum. I instinctively start to get up to help her out but she puts her hand up to stop me. Between coughs she manages to get out "It's okay, I'm okay, stay there, I'm fine..." Brad is recovering from his monster orgasm but notices our little interaction and grins. "We're not finished yet. Don't worry little man, to a girl like her this is a reward - and there is more coming soon enough." I stare helplessly at Abby, sitting in a used messy pile on the floor, leaning on Brad's leg and trying to regain her breath. Brad runs his fingers through her hair and after a few minutes helps her to her feet, motioning to me saying "Here, why don't you help her get a little cleaned up." I get to my feet and follow her to the bathroom. Finally, I was going to get to chat with Abby a bit about everything that was happening. This is where she'd make it all okay. I close the bathroom door behind me as she leans against the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. I get her some water in a glass and she plops down on the toilet seat saying to me "Holy shit, that was intense!" "Yeah I'll say, Abby. I don't think I've seen this side of you before. Usually you're so dominant to me and even other guys you're with. It's so strange to see you like this." "Don't worry, this is just for tonight, things aren't going to change with us. Baby, I love you so much and I think this may turn out to be one of the best nights of my life." She glances down at the tent in my pants and pats it with her hand adding "Looks like you're enjoying the show too little guy." My emotions are still on overdrive, I'm a mess mentally, but somehow thought all that I was still as hard as a rock. It's something I learned to accept pretty quickly after The Talk. Seeing Abby fuck other men made me insane, but it also turned me on like nothing else. I can't explain it, but watching another man slide his cock into my girlfriend's pussy had developed into quite a fetish for me and Abby knew it. She's made me this way deliberately, and she reaped heavy rewards as a result. Abby was able to sleep with any man she wanted, something she took advantage of on virtually a weekly basis. I sat and talked with Abby as she cleaned herself up, reapplied lipstick, and straightened up her hair. She told me that they'd talked the entire time that I was out of the room. He'd suggested that she might enjoy being dominated and, after some negotiation, she'd agreed. She had a feeling that I would respond to it well, and as it turned out I did. Submission is just in my nature I guess. As we spoke she told me that she's encouraged him to push her boundaries a bit, but that I should never think that just because she's letting him do this that I would ever be able to. This was a one time experiment with someone we were unlikely to ever see again, and she planned to let Brad have his way with her the rest of the night. She also told me that I might have some boundaries tested as well, and that if I wanted to make her happy I should follow along. I braced myself for what was to come as she opened the bathroom door and stepped out to greet Brad again "Hello there big boy, ready for round two?" He replies "Well don't you clean up nice! why don't you get the hot little ass over here?" She walks over and sits in his lap on the sofa, wrapping her arm around him and leaning in to give him a kiss. Soon they are making out like a couple of high school kids, hands roaming all over each other's bodies. They break from their embrace long enough for Brad to say to me "Hey boyfriend, why don't you warm up the bath for us a bit?". He grins and his lips are move to her nipples, kissing and sucking on her perky tits. It's an obvious choice of words. Brad wants to reinforce what is going on. He wants to recognize that Abby has a boyfriend, me. It's humiliating to hear him talk to me and call me her boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud to be her boyfriend. But by calling me that he's reminding me what he's doing to her, what he's doing to me. Broken, I walk across the room. At this point I have no choice but to follow Brad's directions and do whatever he says. I start the hot water running into the Jacuzzi and sit waiting for the water to warm up while he mauls her tits. Brad is holding Abby's ass in one hand and she's looking down at him with her beautiful starry eyes. It's a look of absolute desire. I'm not sure what has gotten into Abby but she really wants this guy, she wants him bad. I turn off the water, Brad and Abby stand. He leads her over to the tub by her hand, motioning to the chair across the room and simply says "Sit." I walk to the chair as Brad he looks down at Abby and stokes the side of her face with the back of his hand. What the hell is going on? She's totally under this guy's spell. She just met the guy and he's already doing things with her in front of me than any man ever had. I sit back in the chair as Brad is helps Abby into the Jacuzzi tub. They move around a little and finally settle into a position with him laying back against the tub and her leaning back on him. He holds her and sooths her, rubbing her shoulders and giving her soft kisses on her neck. She reacts to his caresses wish a sweet smile and appreciation. She starts to talk but Brad puts his finger up to her mouth, "Shhhhh, don't speak. I'm going to let your boyfriend can do the talking for now." He starts exploring her body with his soapy hands, cupping her perfect breasts in his hands. Slipping across her nipples and down between her legs. She was obviously enjoying his touch, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to let out almost silent moans. Brad stared at me as he groped Abby's beautiful body in the tub. "You know you are a really lucky guy. Abby is a hot fuck, too bad for you she's such a slut." Abby looked back at him and grinned as he said that. I was still not comfortable hearing him call her a slut, but I'd been told to cooperate so I let it slide. Brad had one soapy hand on her tit as I saw the other disappear again under the water between her legs. Abby arched her back like a cat, I was sure his fingers were now inside her as he looked at me and asked "Do you have any idea how many men have been inside your girlfriend's pussy?" I shook my head no as he started working her pussy over. She was grinding her ass around now in the tub, encouraging his hand to do more. I didn't know how many men she'd slept with because I didn't want to know. I knew she loved sex and had other lovers but I really didn't want to know how many other men she'd been with. The ones I knew about were enough. Abby and I had had this conversation long ago. But Brad wanted me to know... "Abby told me earlier. I think you should know what a little fuckslut she is." Abby looked up at me suddenly, knowing I'd made it clear to her that I didn't want to know. We'd discussed not sharing that information. But as soon as she looked at me she knew It was too late, she wasn't going to stop Brad from telling me. Her eyes were telling me "I'm sorry" just before she fell back into the pleasure of Brad's hands working her pussy and tits over in the tub. "I asked your girlfriend how many men she's fucked because I wanted to know how many cocks she had before feeling mine inside her. You see, when we were talking and she was begging me, and I do mean BEGGING me, to fuck her, she told me I would be the largest cock she's ever had. All I wanted to know was how many men she'd tried before deciding that my cock was the biggest." Abby was hardly listening at all now, her body was responding to Brad's hands like she was in heat. She was on another planet. But instead of giving me Abby's count, Brad asks another question... "Do you want me to be the next man to fuck Abby? Do you want to watch your girlfriend's pussy work to accommodate my cock?" I wasn't sure I wanted it, but I nodded yes in reply. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want to see me fuck your girlfriend." Shit, I didn't sign up for this! Fine, whatever... "Yes, I want you to fuck her." Brad wasn't happy with that, "No, no that's not good enough. I want you to make me believe that you want me to fuck her. That you want me to make her my slut tonight." Arg... My blood is boiling again as I start to get aggravated with the situation all over again. But then Abby looks at me, wild with lust under Brad's wandering hands. He's pulling her strings like a puppet and she looks at me with a desperate look in her eyes, mouthing the words "Please, please, please." Suddenly I am back on the playground again, getting sand kicked in my face. I can feel my anger fade as I realise that this is going to happen either way and I might as well make it as easy as possible. A switch flipped in my mind and I was back to that submissive place again, giving in to a bully and just wanting to please him... "Brad, I really sincerely want you to fuck Abby tonight. I want you to give her the gift of your cock. Fill her body with it. Give my Abby the fuck of a lifetime. Please Brad, I am asking you to do this, fuck my girlfriend. Please fuck my girlfriend. Her pussy is yours tonight. Take it, have it, enjoy it..." I guess that was good enough, because Brad whispered in Abby's ears "turn around little slut". He helped her stand up enough in the tub to face him and sit back down on his lap. As she turned she looked at me and mouthed the words "Thank you" with a huge eager smile on her lips. I know I'd done the right thing. She didn't waste any time putting her lips back on his once they were situated back in the tub. I could see her hand between their bodies running up and down his cock as she kissed him deeply. His hands held her ass under the water and he pulled her into him. The base of his cock pressed up against her pussy as they started to grind against each other, intertwined He wasn't even inside her yet but I could already hear her moaning. I spoke up, "I need to get you a condom Brad." He looked directly at me and said "Abby will be taking my cock bare or not at all." I was not sure what to do at this point. Abby was on the pill but she'd been on antibiotics just a week earlier. We'd brought condoms just to make sure the antibiotics didn't interfere with her birth control. Now Brad was drawing a line in the sand, he wanted to cum inside her without a condom. This was a potentially dangerous situation, but Brad was ready for it... "Abby do you want my cock inside your pussy?" Abby nodded with a huge exaggerated nod, rubbing her pussy up against him desperately. "Abby I am not going to fuck you with a condom on, is that okay with you?" Again she nodded. Abby was lost in the moment, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. She was going to get fucked by Brad's cock, protection or not. There I sat in my chair. Defeated, but still with a raging hard on. I watch Abby and Brad kissing with renewed vigor and passion. Abby's soapy and wet body was sliding all over his as they continued to make out in the tub. She was rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his cock, moaning as she felt his size against her, waiting to gain entry into her. His hands are running all over her body but eventually find their way back to her ass, slowly lifting her up high enough that I could see his cock sticking out of the water between her legs. My god he was going to ruin her. This was it, she took his cock in her hands and rubbed it up and down her slit. The water had washed away some of her wetness, but she knew there was alot more where that came from. Her pussy would soon be gushing all over his cock. Then Brad paused before lowering her back down onto his cock, prompting Abby to declare "Jesus just put it in me already!" Lifting her up out of the water again he explains "You'll get it soon enough, but I want your boyfriend to see this." They climb out of the tub, wet and shiny from the bath, still groping and kissing each other, working their way over to the sofa, he bends her over the arm. Her wet body drips all over the floor and sofa as he positions himself behind her, preparing to enter her from behind. As he teases her with the tip of his cock he says to me "You should know that I'm going to make sure your girlfriend is never the same again. Abby's going to remember this fuck for the rest of her life and her tight little pussy isn't going to be so tight anymore. You do understand this right?" I slightly nod to acknowledge what Brad's just said.. My mind is a conflicting soup of emotions. I am not sure what to do. I want to stop this, but I know she wants this as much as Brad does and damn it, I'm so turned on by it. Abby reaches back to pull him toward her saying "Please Brad, just put it in already" but he playfully slaps her hand away "Not yet, your boyfriend need to tell me to fuck you first". God, isn't this guy going to quit? Fine, I can play along, he's practically inside her already anyway. I say "Yes, fuck her" Brad keeps teasing her and replies "That's doesn't sound very convincing, let's try that again" I'm not really sure what he wants me to say, but I decide to go over the top just to make sure "Brad, please fuck Abby. I want you to have sex with my girlfriend. Please Brad, I'm begging you to put your dick into her." I guess I've done well because he smiles and starts to work the head of his cock into her a bit. Her eyes are wide and lets out a groan as she braces herself with her hands while he adds pressure. But he's still not entering her very far yet. "Do you want me to put a condom on?" Yes, I do want him to wear a condom, but I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "No, I want you to feel Abby's pussy bare against your dick" Brad grabs her hips and pulls her toward him. "That's what I thought, now shut up while I fuck this slut" I cringe at his language as she gasps and he resumes sliding her body over his manhood. His hands are all over her sexy little ass as he works her drenched pussy to accommodate him. His slow and shallow strokes into her body pick up pace and gradually get deeper as she begins to open up. Abby moans and repeats "oh my god" over and over as Brad makes progress at fully impaling my sexy little girlfriend over his thick rod. Her head rolls back and forth as he starts to fill her with more and more of his length. She braces herself with one hand as she uses the other behind her in an attempt at controlling his pace. I can tell his size is a little uncomfortable inside her as he continues to push into her, but she's determined to force her body to give way to this oversized invader.