Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 03

The last episode with the mechanic, Dave, seemed to light a fire in Bree. Even though we'd talked about our fantasies, making them actually happen charged her up in a way that I knew something big was on the horizon. She loved talking about it, what I'd made her do, what she did and how she felt when she did it. It seemed to free her even more to think about new things (if that was even possible!) I think she realized that I was as serious as she was about exploring the seemingly boundless limits of our sexual life together.

She teased me mercilessly for days after being fucked by Dave. She denied me, as I had her, all the while teasing me with her beautiful body. She delighted in telling me all the sordid details, over and over, just to get me hard, only to leave me hanging. I knew she was setting me up for something. It was playful, but still frustrating as hell.

One day, she was exercising in the living room. She has some stretchy black yoga pants that hide nothing. She was doing it to tease me, for sure. She usually worked out at the fitness club. I stood in the hallway and watched her stretch that hot, sexy, tight ass in circles. She knew I was watching. She was on her hands and knees. She had on a tight sports bra, she was sweating, her chest was heaving, she looked awesome. She looked back at me and caught me gawking. She smiled lasciviously.

"You like?"

"Damn, baby. You know what you do to me."

"Really? What do you want to do to me?"

"Fuck, everything." I muttered.

"Yeah, I get that reaction a LOT," she giggled. She kept up the slow grinding before stopping again and looking back at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she teased.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

"No, seriously. Take a picture, get my phone," she offered.

I raced to get the phone and returned. Her ass was still pointed up, rounded like she was about to be mounted by a stud. She let me take picture after picture of her like that, from different angles. She slid down her yoga pants just enough for me to see her crack. I took several more pictures. She was getting into it. But, she made me hand her the camera and she looked over the pictures. She was being purposeful, this all had a meaning for her. She eased the pants further down until her ass was now fully exposed, and framed beautifully now by the yoga pants, which now were just below the lowest part of her ass cheeks. I gulped when it came into view. I held out my hand for the camera, but she held onto it. Then, she let her tits out of her stretchy top. They hung wonderfully, almost begging for my touch. She let me take her in, the room was silent, though it felt electrically charged.

Her voice broke in, shattering the silence. "So, you like other guys seeing and getting all this, do you?"

"So do you!" I managed to choke out.

"I do. And, we've seemed to enter new, wonderful territory...haven't we?"

"Yes, yes I think we have too."

"You seem to be as willing as I am to expand and enjoy our sexuality," she offered slyly.

"I am, baby. You've got something on your wicked mind, what is it? Tell me."

"Ok, remember what you made me do with that mechanic guy?"

"Of course, you tease me about it every day," I said, as I shifted uncomfortably to adjust my growing cock.

"I know, but there are fantasies we've discussed and it might not be clear that you want them to be realities."

"Fuck, I can't think of anything like that," I said truthfully. "If it turns you on, I KNOW it'll turn me the fuck on!"

"I hope so," she mewed. "Because since you obviously pushed me hard on the last fantasy, I wanted to do that to...er...for you this time," she smiled wickedly.

"Look..." I said, exasperated, her ass was naked and inviting, I wanted to jump it. "...I love you, you love me, we love these things, TELL me..."

"Ok," she said, her sexy eyes were hypnotizing me. "Take one more picture of me, like this," she said as she peeled her top fully off and tossed it aside.

She pulled her stretch pants down to her knees. She was still on all fours, topless, with her ass showing. She started to hand me the phone but stopped. "But..." she said ominously.

She saw me questioning look. She knew I was eager for it, I wanted to hear it, no matter what it was, she was intoxicating.

"But, here's the deal. You get the picture of me, make sure you get my ass, at least some of my tit, and my face in it."

"Ok?"

"Ok..." she said, before taking a deep breath and plunging the rest of the way in. "...then, I want you to send that picture to one of your friends..."

She saw my mouth fall open. She was resolved. "Choose carefully. One of the people you have in your phone contacts as friends."

She knew that I had probably 25 friends or so on that particular list.

She saw my look. "I know what you are thinking, dirty man!" She teased. "No, not your full contact list, JUST your friend list, and only one that lives within an hour's drive of here."

She knew that I had all sorts of people on my contact list due to work connections, probably more than 100. She saw my pained expression.

"I know," she said consolingly. "I chose that for that reason. It has to be a tough choice. I know your fantasies in that area. I know you really, deep down, want something like this."

She was right, when we were both hot, and fucking furiously, we'd often talk about her fucking a co-worker, someone I know, or, even one of my friends. We both got off on it. This was real, though. I stood next to her, phone in hand, while she posed for her picture. I hesitated. She arched her back, rounding out her ass lewdly. It was a dirty tactic.

"You'll get some of this, after," she cooed while bucking her ass back and forth.

She always got what she wanted, we both knew it. I snapped several shots of her in that incredibly sexy position. She took the phone again and deleted all but one, the one she liked the most. It was the sexiest, for sure. Her ass was beautiful, inviting, her tit was exposed, you could see her nipple was hardened, and the smile on her face was allluring. No straight man on earth would resist that.

I sat in the lounger as she got up and bounced around me with a gleeful giddyness. She stroked my hardness through my pants. She knew I wanted her something fierce, but I knew she would not be giving it to me until this thing was done.

"So what happens?" I asked. "What happens when I send it?"

She giggled, "When you send it, dirty boy has already made up his mind!"

"Seriously Bree, if I do, then what?"

"I think you need to choose carefully," she said. "It's from my phone. So, the guy is going to think it came from me," she pointed out.

"How do you know I'd choose a guy?" I countered.

She laughed, "because I know you, and what you like. And, because you don't have any women on your friend list!"

"So, one of my friends gets this nude of you out of the blue, then what?"

"I've thought about that. I guess it depends on who you choose. Some of your friends would assume it was accidental and not even mention it to you. Others might try to call me "privately" and see what's up with the picture."

"That would be so embarrassing," I said.

"To who? You? I made it so it doesn't even look like it has anything to do with you. It's my phone, it's my picture. The guy will think you are totally clueless to it, you're in the clear, if you want to be."

"But, there will be a guy out there that will always have that picture of you, too."

She smirked at that. "So? I told you my ex, the big dicked douche, took a ton of pictures of me, most way worse, and showed all his friends, too. "

I remembered, still, he lived across the country now. I'd put that out of my head. Now, though, some guy close, some guy I KNEW would have a picture of her. I had a major debate going on in my head. I was weighing everything, judging everyone. Everything had it's plusses and minuses. She saw my frustration.

She chuckled, "I call this game, "Friend Roullette." If you send that picture to someone who just thinks I mistakenly sent it to them and quietly deletes it, then you dodge that bullet. If you send it to someone who will confront you because he thinks you need to know what a slut he thinks your girlfriend is, then you'll have to deal with that as well. And, if the guy is a sneak, and tries to see if he can fuck me, then you have to live with that, too. And, if I judge most of your friends, correctly, I'd think a lot of them fall into that category."

I started to argue that. I thought most of my friends were upright, honest guys.

She laughed at that. "Do you know how many of them have tried to sneak a feel from me at parties?...How many of them have let their hands "accidentally" brush across my chest, or my ass? Like I said before, if you know your friends, choose wisely."

"So what are the rules? If I send it and nothing happens, it's over?"

"Yes, that's the game. There has to be a way for YOU to win, too," she giggled. "If I don't hear anything from the guy you send it to in, say, 48 hours, then it's over, and you can fuck me however you want."

"WOW!" I said excitedly.

"But..." came the foreboding words, "...if the guy contacts me..."

"Then what?" I asked with lustful dread.

"I am going to tell him that I meant to send it to him." She saw my eyes widen. "And, I'm going to ask him if he'd like to see it in person."

"Fuck," I groaned.

"And, when he sees it, he gets it. Understood? It won't be over until he takes what he wants from me. Ok?"

"What does he get, exactly?" I asked with trepidation.

"Anything he wants, but it's a one shot deal. He gets to cum, however he wants and I'm required to make it happen."

"Wow, wow, wow, wow," I muttered over and over.

She wasn't helping. She was still topless, she was now sitting on my lap, facing me. She was grinding my hardness while we discussed it. It wasn't playing fair. But, it was never fair when it came to her. She was a sexual creature, it was going to go her way, regardless.

I still held out hope. I still got to be the one to choose who to send it to. Even if she was right about my friends, there must still be a few who would take the high road. She tormented me all evening, she never fully dressed. Her tits were open and inviting but she only allowed me to touch them momentarily, before pulling away. This was how it was going to be until I made my decision.

I went into the den. My mind raced when I thought about my friends. They all had some negatives, in their pasts and such. I quickly ruled out the single "wolf" type who undoubtedly would give it to Bree any minute I left the room if they could. I considered only the married ones, though I knew I had to be careful because many of them complained they weren't getting enough at home. I worried that they'd take advantage of such an incredible opportunity.

I considered my two "best" friends. Even though I had faith they wouldn't touch her, I still decided to rule them out because I didn't want them seeing her like that. I didn't want them knowing or figuring out our sex lives. Then, I had to erase the ones that lived across country. That really only left me with a two choices. Neither had been friends long. That was good and bad. On the plus side, it wouldn't be as painful as a "betrayal" by a closer friend. But, the negative would be I'd really have no idea what either would be like when presented with such an opportunity.

I know our fantasies. I know how she is, what she really wants, and what I really want her to have. But, it still was a sexual game, and she wanted me to try to play it the best I could. I could've just picked one of the wolves and let him fuck her good. But, I knew she wanted more than that. She wanted me to experience the full game, the humiliation, just as she'd have to face the humiliation of having her picture sent like that. We were both in it fully.

I decided on Greg. All I knew about him was he'd been married only a couple years, which I thought was a good sign, that perhaps he'd still be happy with his sex life. I also knew he was athletic, good looking and probably a bit cocky. Still, given my choices he seemed to be the best of a bunch of bad options. For a brief moment I thought about not even sending it. I saw her on the couch, eyeing me lustfully. I knew that I could probably break her down, and refuse to do it. Then, I thought about how much we'd done, how far we'd come together, and how my reluctance to play that type of game with her might hurt us in the future. I pulled up the picture one last time. "Fuck, that's hot," I said as I grimaced when I sent it to Greg. I handed her phone back to her to show her. She smiled.

"I like Greg," she giggled. "He's so young, young guys are so...insatiable." The clock was now on. 48 hours.

For the rest of the evening she made it difficult for me.

"Hmmm, I wonder what Greg will do?" She'd tease.

"What do you think he should do?" I'd ask, while shifting uncomfortably.

"Well, if he were a guy who takes what he wants then I think he'd make me please him, fully."

"Would you just suck him off, if that's all he wanted?" I asked hopefully.

She grinned. "I'll please him in any way he wants, that's the deal. If you were offered what was in the picture, is that what you'd ask for?"

We both knew it wasn't. "How is he going to know what he can do?" I asked.

"Because after I ask him if he wants to "see it in person," I'll probably find myself in the same position, looking up at him."

"Then you'll offer it to him?"

"Then, I'll let him take what he asks for."

Agonizingly, the phone was quiet until bedtime. I had a fitful night trying to sleep. I could not keep my mind on work the next day, I actually left early. I tried to waste time and distract myself by doing some grocery shopping but every other thought in my head was about Bree and Greg. It was driving me crazy wondering if he'd responded. Though, I was somewhat comforted by the knowledge that I was sure she'd text me, if only to tease me, if he had.

I was relieved when she met me at the door with a shrug when I asked if he'd contacted her. As the night wore on I began to feel more and more confident that I'd picked the right guy. I even teased her about it.

"Wow, what's it been, over 24 hours and still nothing?" I smugly noted.

"I'm not worried. He knows you are here, and, he knows how to contact me, if he wants to."

"So I can fuck you how I want?" I asked, already fantasizing about my prize. I had her in my arms, my hands groped at her tits before she broke free, playfully.

"Yes, or HE does."

"Doesn't seem like he will, now," I reasoned. "I'd think he'd decide one way or the other quickly, and since you only have less than 24 hours left, I like my chances."

"Maybe, but if you are so sure, how about let's make it more interesting."

"How so?"

"Ok, if you are right and he doesn't contact me by 6pm tomorrow, I'll be your sex slave."

"For how long?" I asked excitedly.

"You decide. You pick a number, a day, a week. BUT, if you are wrong, and he does contact me, then he gets that same number. If you pick a week, then HE gets me for a week. I'll be HIS sex slave. That means I can't say no to anything, other than hurting me permanently or something, of course. It even means I might have to stay with him during it. So, it's up to you. How confident are you?"

My cock was screaming for a week, or longer, maybe even a month, but my head kept telling me to be careful. If I say a day, I might not have enough sexual energy to take full advantage of it as often as I wanted, but if I say a month, then...wow...who knows how that would go if it went badly for me.

"48 hours. Just like the time he has to contact you. If I win, I get you anyway I want, every way I want, for 48 hours, you can't say no."

"Ok, and he gets the same option," she pointed out. "And, to make it fair, he has to KNOW he has that option. Deal?"

"Deal," I grimaced. I looked at the clock. 22 hours to go.

Exhilirating, agonizing, thrilling, painful. That's how my morning and early afternoon went the next day. Every time my phone rang or buzzed I cringed. Luckily though, none were from Bree. It was 4pm, there were two hours left. I texted Bree.

"On my way home. Ready to collect my prize." I could barely conceal my hardon on my walk out of the office.

She texted back, "let me ask you this, though. If it did happen, how would you want it to? Would you want to see it?"

"See it? I'm going to be there doing it!" I laughed as I sent the message.

"Actually you are not," came the quick reply. "He texted me two hours ago."

I called her immediately, "what? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were working, silly. I don't bother you with sex stuff and get your mind all funny when you are working, you know that."

"But damn, Bree, he called you? What did he say?"

He texted me, he said, "are you sure this was for me?"

So, like we talked about, I just typed back, "yes. Do you like?"

He replied, "very much!"

You know what the game was, so I texted back. "Did you want to see it in person?"

I groaned. "Fuck, baby, what did he say to that?"

She laughed. "He wrote, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."

"Fucker," I spat under my breath. "I should've picked Pete instead. So what now?"

"Now, I'm asking you. He's coming over. I didn't think his wife would appreciate it if I went over to HIS house. Plus, I thought it more appropriate if he got to see me, like that, in the living room, just like in the picture."

"Fuck," I mumbled. It hit me what it all meant. I thought, "why did I say 48 hours? Why didn't I just make it a one time deal? I can pretty much fuck her when I want now anyway, why didn't I just ask for one day at most?"

"Hurry, I told him you usually come home at 6, though I see you are leaving early again, dirty man!"

"What are you saying? You want me to watch? How?"

"I'm not going to plan this for you, I'm just going to do what I'm told and what I'm supposed to do. If you want to see any of it you need to work that out. But, he can NOT see you. That would not be in the spirit of our game. He needs to know that I'm his and that you won't be getting in the way for any of it."

My stomach lurched at that thought. I'd gotten myself into it now. We have an old house. The living room can be separated by a movable collapsing wall. In the old days they used it to seperate the dining area from the sitting area. I hadn't closed it in years, it was a bear to close.

"But, you said you are going to be in the living room?" I asked as I ran to my car.

"Yes, and if you don't hurry I'll be ass up and busy. If you are late, you turn around and go somewhere until I text you, got it?"

"Yes!"

I raced home. Luckily, I made it. I parked around the corner, I knew she'd frown on my car being in the driveway. She was there, grinning. She had on the same stretchy top and tight yoga pants she had on the other day. She was preening, almost admiring herself like a prized cat. She was eyeing me closely, wondering what I was going to do next. Quickly, I grabbed the collapsing wall and gave it a heave. It barely moved. It groaned along with me as I closed it, slowly, inch by inch along its track. Finally it was closed. It had a keyhole, just like in the old movies, which opened with a skeleton key. The key had long been lost, but the space remained. I'd considered keeping the door open a crack but I figured, rightfully so, that I'd be easily spotted behind it. It wasn't dark enough yet to keep me concealed. I looked through the hole. Her face was close, she was grinning.

"Oh look, does the pervert have a nice view? Can he see well enough to watch his girlfriend get used by one of his own friends?"

"Ouch," I mumbled at the sexy bite of the remark.