Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 01

If you hate wife/girlfriend sharing, you'll hate this, don't read it, though it won't matter, I've shut off responses.

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"Oh my god, really? He's that big? He wanted you to suck it? Did you? Why the hell not? It's like someone trying to give you a really nice christmas gift and you turning it down!"

That's the conversation I came upon when I started to enter the kitchen. It was my girlfriend Briana. She was talking to one of her best friends, no doubt. I stayed back unseen to hear more. Now, there are no secrets between Briana and me so to hear her talking that way wasn't surprising in the least. I always like to hear about her enjoyment of all things sexual.

"So are you going to keep dating that guy? Well, I'm kind of surprised he'd want to again if you keep refusing to suck his cock! You bitch! What do you mean, "I'm not like you?" Briana laughed, before sighing, "I DO like sucking cock though, you are right. Actually, I fucking love it! I honestly can't remember if I've ever turned one down, when offered to me like that."

Briana wasn't lying. She loved it. She loved all sex. She loved it as much as a man loves it. She was always hot for it. She loves the feel, the taste, the smell of it. I simply got lucky. I've been with her for over 2 years. I'm 45, divorced for years now. She's 34, though I swear she looks like she could still be in college. Her body is perfect, for me for sure, but there are many others who would attest to it as well. She's thin, tight, has a small waist, and big, perky tits. Her skin is as soft as could be. It's a soft milky white. She takes great care of it because she isn't much of a sun worshipper. She has dark brown hair which almost looks black. It's long. It hangs down to her tight, sexy ass. She is kind of a mix of Pocohontas and Cher. She's got gorgeous large, round brown eyes that are sexually mesmerizing. So, in a word, she's perfect.

I was married to a rather cold, distant woman so Briana's lustful ways bowled me over. When we first dated, she made no secret out of the fact that she was dating others. When I brought it up she begged me not to leave but admitted she "couldn't help herself," when it came to others. Over the next few months we worked it out. I think we discovered that her doing things with others, if she shared it with me, was more powerful than her doing it alone. She hid nothing from me. When she'd date someone else, she'd often end up calling me late late at night and we'd talk half the night about it. She told me all about the sex, which happened pretty much any time she dated anyone. She liked saying, "I'm no tease!"

She expanded my horizons, for sure, with her actions and our discussions. She still has sex outside our relationship, to our mutual satisfaction. Occasionally it happens when she goes out with her girlfriends and somehow she ends up with some guy, which I hear about later when we are enjoying each other. She also has quite a past which she has shared with me. It happened in her college days, and with her ex, much to my delight, some of which might be told in snippets throughout the story. We've talked about pretty much everything that turns us on. We have agreed to make as many of them come true as possible. I think I was at a point in my life where we were headed in the same direction. She loved sex, including with me (especially with me, she insisted) and I loved hearing about her sexual adventures, nearly as much as having the sex myself.

I heard Briana continue, "you've seen his cock? Oh, he sent you a photo of it? Classy. ...It's big?" She giggled, "how big? Well, that's not saying much, your last boyfriend had a wet noodle! So why not go for it then? Ok, if you say so, but if you AREN'T going to suck the guy's cock and it's as nice as you say, send him MY way," Briana joked, though I think it was more than that, knowing her.

Her close friends know her penchant for sex, but only a couple of them know the full extent of it. I don't think any of them are like her at all. In fact, I believe they get off on hearing about what she's done in order to fill up their own mostly humdrum lives. We didn't want that. We were into fulfilling each other's deepest, darkest fantasies, we'd barely gotten started. It all sounded good at the beginning, dealing with the reality of it would come later.

"Uh huh," Briana sniffed playfully, "I see how you are, selfish bitch." She wound up her conversation. She hung up and turned around, just in time to see me smiling at her.

"You heard that?" She asked with mock shock.

"Something about you sucking ANOTHER cock," I said, feigning exasperation.

She smiled lasciviously. "Uh huh, it's a shame for good cock to go to waste. You know me."

"That I do," I grinned. I could see the sex talk had gotten her worked up. The gears in her brain were churning. She was wonderfully wicked and creative, something she said she loved about me as well. We certainly felt free to unleash it upon each other. "I can imagine just talking about sucking cock has given you some ideas."

She grinned. "I've had some thoughts about it, yes. Wanna hear?"

"When don't I want to hear your ideas?"

"True. You might not like this one as much, though."

"I doubt that, I fucking love your dirty mind," I said, my lust growing.

"Ok, you caught me on the cock sucking thing. Yes, I want it. I want it bad," she growled.

Briana loved sucking cock. She was gifted at it, probably because of her love for it.

"But not my cock, right?" I chuckled.

"Yes, yours...eventually," she giggled.

"Ok, spit it out!" I urged.

"Never!" She responded. "You know I'm a swallower!"

We both laughed. "Ok, so I want some new cock to suck," she mewed lustily. "So...I was thinking of going out tonight."

"You think you can just go out any night and magically a cock will appear for you to suck?" I teased, even though I knew if she wanted to suck a cock, there would be a number of opportunities for her to choose from.

She smiled knowingly. "You know it, mister. So if you don't mind, I'll go out and do it." Seeing no resistance, she brushed past me to get ready.

It was always exquisite torture to watch her dress and get ready to go out for her "fun" nights. She knew it, too. She teased me purposefully. She moved her ass slowly, in circles, as she did her makeup. She kept teasing all the while, asking me, "do you think he'll like these panties, baby?"

"God yes," I grunted. "Fuck, he'll love everything."

"I don't plan on giving him everything," she grinned.

"But what if he wants it?"

"Well, then he'll just have to take it," she mewed. She was getting hot. She loved it when a man takes her like a slut. That thought was getting her antsy.

"What's in it for me?" I muttered as I watched her doll herself up for someone else.

"Oh, poor dear," she teased. "What is it you want?"

"You," I groaned as I started stroking my hardening cock through my jeans.

"You already have me," she grinned.

"But I want your mouth on me, your lips. I want to taste your pussy. I want to fuck you good."

She turned to me and smiled. "I know you do baby. But, here's the other part of my idea, which I'm not sure you will like as much..." she said, her voice trailing off at the end.

"What? What? TELL me, you've got me going already!"

"Ok, you know how you always say you like me doing things and hearing about them almost as much as doing them?"

"Yes?"

"Sometimes you've even said you might like them even MORE than doing them."

"Yes, I guess it depends on how I feel at the time," I said, wondering where this was going.

"Ok, I want to indulge both of us with this," she said. "So, I see you are hard and excited already. If you want my mouth on you then just ask me for it and I'll suck you off."

"Just like that? Now, even?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, even right now. But, if I suck you off, then I won't go out and I won't suck anyone else either."

"What? Why not?"

"Because, I want my new lover to have the very best of me. You do too. You always say that I shouldn't ever hold back anything from them. You always urge me to "give them my best." So that's it, if you want me in any way, just ask, but that'll be it for the night."

"So you are making me choose? I either get sucked off or fucked, or someone else gets to do it?"

"You are getting it," she grinned.

"Do I get it later, like always?"

"I was thinking of our fantasies," she mused. "I think IF I suck or fuck anyone that tonight, you should only get a handjob." She was playing up some of the humiliation aspects of our fantasies we constantly discuss.

"Wow, that's harsh," I moaned, even though the thought certainly had me going. "Are you at least going to tell me all about it?"

"Of course, silly. I love sharing that stuff with you. That's when you get the handjob, when I'm telling you the story. You ok with that? I think we'll both get off on the fact that some guy gets me...good...and you only get a handjob, don't you think?"

"I guess," I said with resignation, even as I let my fully hard cock out of my jeans.

"Aw, poor baby, don't you dare jerk off!" She said sternly when she saw me stroking myself. She smiled softly when I reluctantly put it away. "You will like it MUCH better if you don't," she winked. "I'll tell you what I'll do for you, though. If I can, I'll text you when I can tonight, maybe even send you some pictures."

"Wow, that'd be awesome." We'd talked about that but had never done it. I always told her it was difficult filling the hours when she was gone and that it drove me crazy waiting for her.

"Well, it's the least I can do," she laughed, "who knows when I'll be able to get home?"

"You think it will be late?"

"It will be as long as it takes," she smiled coolly.

I watched her slip on her frilly skirt which fell far above her knee. It revealed a lot of her sexy thighs. Her top was a spaghetti strapped sheer off-white number. Her tits looked magnificent and available, as I'm sure they would be. She didn't wear a bra. With the way her nipples stick out when she's excited I'm sure it would have the desired effect of drawing men to her like bees to their queen. I teasingly often called her "Queen Bree." She kissed me lustfully, which left some of her lipstick on me. She smiled and applied more, "for him," she said as she left. I saw her get in her friend Stef's car.

"Great," I thought. "Stef is going to see what's going on." It was another humiliating aspect of our fantasies. Briana loved humiliation as well. I made a note to be sure to take advantage of that soon.

We'd talked about most of all of our fantasies before, this was going to be one of them. We both seem to like some measure of public shaming. We were only getting started with it. Teasing denial was something new for us. I'd agreed to experiment with it. Tonight she was going to make me see if I could take it. We would never deny each other for long, though. I was still on my first glass of wine when I got her first text.

"Hey baby! Just wanted you to know I'm at Mularkey's. There seems to be quite a few men here and hardly any women. What's a girl to do?"

"Get someone to buy you drinks?" I offered.

"LOL, I've already had two!"

I knew how she got when she drank, even more disinhibited and sexual. It seemed to be going according to her plan. I also knew that she always gives the guy who buys her a drink a little "something." It's usually a good look down her top or a lingering hand on her thigh. I knew that right at that moment some guy was enjoying a nice piece of my Bree.

I paced nervously. I always did when she was out. Often, she offers me the chance to, "watch her in action," as she puts it, but up to now I've just been too nervous to do it. I guess I'm having to learn to deal with the public shame of it all, or at least the possibility of it.

The next text was just a picture. It was a picture of her tits, taken at an angle from above, down her top. She was holding her top more than slightly open. It was obvious she wasn't the one who took the picture.

I texted her, "wow."

She quickly responded, "I had to give him SOMETHING, he bought me two drinks after all. One tit per drink!"

I could almost hear her sexy giggle from home. I was right, someone had seen them in their incredible perfection. After that an hour passed with no word. I knew better than to text her. When it was her game she liked being the one who moved it along.

I'd finished two glasses of my Cabernet, which is most often my limit. Drinking usually tends to make me drowsy. I'd nearly dropped off when another text came.

"You aren't stroking yourself are you?"

"No."

"Good. This might not help, though. How does it feel knowing some strange guy just had his hands all over your baby's big 'ol tits?"

"Mmm, sounds good," I said, instantly perked now.

"Yeah, he really likes them . Oh, he also MAY have some of your girl's pussy juice on his fingers. Gotta go, ttyl!"

"Fuck!" I groaned. Now I was wide awake again. By the time the next text came it was after 1 am.

"Baby, how are you doing?"

I could almost see her smirking when she said it. She loves the teasing game as much as I do.

"Hard, nervous, excited."

"Wow, what a coincidence, someone I'm with has two of those qualities going right now too!"

"Ugh, lucky bastard."

"Yes, he will be, soon. I just have to convince him to give me a ride home."

"What happened to Stef?"

"I sent her home before she got too drunk. I didn't want her hanging around for... you know."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't wait to see her.

"Hell no! You just stay right there. You don't think I can convince some guy to give me a ride home?"

"I know you can, baby. I just want to see you so bad."

"I know. Don't worry, I like the idea of "having" to convince him, though. It makes everything fall into place. I'm not sure you'll hear from me until I get back though. Love you baby!"

I groaned. She was gone again. My mind was seeing all sorts of crazy images of her, in various stages of undress, doing dirty things that I knew so well. I was surprised by her again at around 2am. It was a picture of her. She was sitting in a car. Her top was gone. Her glorious tits were open and free. Her nipples were puffy, perhaps even a bit red. She had a catlike grin on her face. It was obviously that someone else was enjoying that wonderful view. Suddenly, I was surprised by the sound of a car as it pulled up to the curb on the opposite side of the street. We live near the end of a street, the house across is vacant and up for sale. I looked through the blinds carefully. I couldn't see much, they were parked in darkness, between two light posts, obviously for a reason.

I watched and waited. It was an agonizing wait, even though it was probably only twenty minutes or so. The car was running. My own fevered mind filled in the blanks of what was going on. Finally, I saw the passenger door open. It was Briana. She was still topless like in the picture. As she walked around to the driver's door I saw her pulling on her skirt, which had become askew. She pulled it back up and over her hips and straightened it. I saw her lean in to the window. With one hand she lifted her skirt over her ass cheek. It was no doubt for me. Her panties were gone. I saw a guy's hand reach through the window to her back, then down to her backside. I saw her stand up closer to give him easier access. Then she leaned back over to him again. I saw her head arch back. I knew he must've been nibbling on her nipples, I recognize that arch anywhere. Finally, she leaned in again. This time they were kissing.

Then, it was done. She turned and walked towards me and the house. She was grinning from ear to ear. Her tits were swaying beautifully as she walked slowly, in her glorious heels. It was a full-on sashay. We'd talked about her love of exhibitionism and how she might include the neighbors. Now, they had the opportunity to see her, if they were night owls. My cock was hard in my hand. I realized I'd been stroking it since watching the car arrive. She stopped. She looked up at my window. It was our bedroom. She knew where I'd be. I got another text from her.

"Sorry I'm so late. You'll see why."

Next came the picture. It was of her, just like before, topless, in the car. This time though her face was splattered with cum. Her face was glistening with it. Her tongue was darting out of her mouth in the corner, lewdly licking some of it.

I rushed downstairs and opened the door. She stumbled in, she was tipsy and giggly. I kissed her. The cum was drying on her cheeks.

"You smell me, baby?" She cooed. "Do you smell his cum on your baby's face?"

"Yesss," I panted, my cock was on fire.

"I kind of HAD to suck him off, baby," she drunkenly giggled. "I told him I'd suck his cock if he drove me home."

"Yeah, I'm sure he had to be convinced," I said facetiously.

"Oh, he didn't complain, that's true," she slurred.

I was pawing her now. My hands were all over her bare tits, then down between her legs. She was soaked.

"Where are your panties?"

She smiled, "Oops, I must've lost them in the alley."

"The alley? Oh god, baby. What happened, TELL me."

"SIT!" She barked, her finger pointing towards the couch, even though she couldn't keep it focused in one direction due to the alcohol.

I quickly sat. My cock was out, I was stroking it. She made me stop. She sank to her knees. Her hand encircled my cock. Her hand was soft, warm. She shot me a quick grin. "I see my man is turned on for some reason." She jacked me slowly. She was quiet at first.

I was going crazy. "TELL ME!" I panted, half crazed.

She smiled, "Oh, THAT. Ok," she said as her hand expertly worked slowly, agonizingly up and down my shaft in smooth strokes. "Ok, I went to Mularkey's with Stef. You know that place is always crazy. Usually there are a lot of bikers and that rough type there, right?"

"I know," I groaned as I tried to make sure I held myself off until I heard it all.

"And you ALSO know I like the rough type, right?" She giggled before continuing. "Anyway, I met this one guy, Dave."

"Was he the guy who bought you the drinks?"

"No, that was the first guy," she said, pausing her stroking before I reminded her to continue, which just made her giggle again. "Yes, the first guy bought me two drinks so I showed him both my tits, that's only fair right? He got to see your baby's tits, both of them, completely. I was wondering if he was going to be the one. We even made out in the bathroom hallway for a bit. But, he wasn't my type."

"Wasn't your type? Why not?"

She laughed, "I felt his cock through his pants, it wasn't what I was looking for tonight."

She saw my look and said, "don't worry, even though he didn't get his dick sucked, he got to maul your pretty girlfriend's tits. That was the guy I texted you about, he got to feel these titties, baby. He even got his fingers in your girlfriend's pussy, until I stopped him. Even though he wasn't the one, it still worked me up. It made me even hotter to do what I wanted to do."

"What's the part about the alley, baby?" I urged. My mind was trying all sorts of tricks to stop the impending orgasm that was trying to overwhelm me.

"Hush, do you want to hear it or not?" she smirked.

"Sorry, go ahead."

Her hand went back to stroking me, "ok, I went back to the bar and then this guy, Dave, was in my seat. When I told him that he just smiled and said I had to pay a toll to get it back. I asked what it was and he said, "a kiss." I said, a kiss? That's all you want?"

But he grabbed me and kissed me baby, he kissed me HARD. He bent me back in his arms. When he let me free I'm sure I was red, my face felt hot. That wasn't the only thing that was hot, baby, I'm sure you can guess."