Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 08

I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd run into Greg in a public setting and have to deal with my own internal matters regarding his use of Bree. Sure, I'd seen him around work and even at a few meetings but I hadn't had to deal with him one on one to this point. I also had to deal with the fact that I knew that Dave, the mechanic, and Reed, the black guy were also in Bree's ear. They wanted more. She was incredible, of course they wanted more. She showed me their nearly daily texts.

She didn't commit to doing anything else with them so far, but also didn't rule it out. She wanted to be able to have those as options. We'd explored so many fantasies lately and opened up so many doors that my head was spinning. I never knew what she was thinking. Well, maybe I did, she was thinking of sex, often, and what or who she wanted to do next. She loved being on the sexual edge. She liked the nervous buildup of thinking about our fantasies. It was making her horny, it made me hot as well, along with anxious. She accepted who she was, I obviously was still learning to deal with it.

It was well past the time I usually had my friends over for a fall barbecue. I knew I'd pushed it back because of the thought of seeing Greg and the thought of him being so close to her. I let everyone know they could come over for football Sunday. Reluctantly, and only with some prodding from Bree, I actually called Greg to invite him. Just hearing his cocky voice made my stomach quiver. She just grinned. She liked teasing me. I was just glad that she didn't make me invite Dave and/or Reed as well. I wondered if she was thinking it, though. I realized I really didn't know.

There were about a dozen people milling about in the house and in the back yard and I was out grilling when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey buddy, man, I haven't been to your house in a LONG time," said Greg as he stuck out his hand to shake mine.

"Man, what a fucking liar," I thought as I begrudingly shook his hand. I didn't want to let on I had any idea of his deceit.

"I didn't see Bree..ana," he said, catching himself from using her nickname.

It irritated me but again, not wanting to alert him to anything I mentioned she was probably in the kitchen. He bounded off soon after. I thought about what she'd said about my friends, about how often they'd tried to touch her, feel her up in situations like this. I had no doubt Greg would again, as he had in the past, especially now that he'd had every bit of her beautiful body.

I served a bunch of burgers and steaks before I let Pete take over the grill for the moment. It had been about 15 minutes since Greg left, I wanted to keep my eye on him. I looked at Pete, he was smiling at me. He always had a goofy smile. He was just a really nice guy. I wondered why in the world I hadn't picked HIM to send Bree's picture to. I have no doubt now he'd have never mentioned it to either of us. I went to find Bree.

When I got to the kitchen there were a half dozen people in there, milling around and talking. It was all women, other than Greg. He seemed a bit irritated. Not soon after I arrived he went back outside. Bree saw that and winked at me. I kissed her and she whispered in my ear, "I think he thinks he can feel my tits when he wants, baby. He didn't have time, though, before the wives and girlfriends ruined his plans," she grinned.

"Do you want him to?"

"I don't have to want him to, he's going to try anyway."

"But are you going to let him, or are you going to tell him to stop?" I pressed.

"You know I like a man that takes what he wants," she hissed into my ear. "Plus, we've gone a little too long without...something, you know?"

I knew she wasn't referring to sex with each other, we'd been fucking regularly. "Please don't fuck him here," I pleaded. "Don't let my friends know, I'm not ready for that."

She smiled softly. "Don't worry, I doubt there'd be an opportunity, especially with you around all the time," she giggled. "But, let's just see how much he wants to try..."

I went back outside, there were more people now, probably in the low 20's, mostly couples. I relaxed and enjoyed talking to many of my "real" friends. It took my mind off of Greg, for the moment. Finally, I did notice he was gone again, no doubt he was back inside. I didn't see Bree or Greg at first, I even checked upstairs. Finally, I walked to the basement. A couple passed me on the stairs, we had the keg down there. When I got there Greg and Bree were facing each other. They heard me coming. No doubt they'd just had a few seconds after the other couple left and I arrived. I smiled at them and got a beer from the keg.

We made small talk about the party and about football, the Sunday night game was about to start. I think Greg realized I wasn't going to leave them alone. He walked upstairs. She grinned at me, "you almost got to see his hands on my tits."

She lifted her top to show me her tits were bare, she'd ditched the bra. She whispered, "he had my tits in his hands the second that couple hit the stairs, he'd just gotten a hold of my nipples when we heard you coming down. You certainly are keeping an eye on me. Do you not want me to have fun?"

"I do," I said as my hands took the place of Greg's on her tits. "I just don't want people to know."

"I know, but we've talked about this. Until we play our next game I thought that Greg was still a possibility." She looked disappointed.

I hated to disappoint her. I knew who she was. I knew what she was into. Hell, she'd gotten ME into it. I didn't want it to come between us. If I squeezed her too tightly, she'd fly away.

"You're no fun!" She pouted. She stomped her foot for dramatics and went back upstairs.

The next time I saw her she was leaning against our fence on the side of the yard. She was talking to Phil, our neighbor. I'd invited him many times, but he never accepted. He was married, though I rarely saw his wife, other than when I saw her headed out to some church function with the other church ladies. He is balding, with that ridiculous stringy hair comb over. He has a big pot belly. He always wears dress pants and a dress shirt, with a sweater vest. That's his "look." He had it on again. I took no notice of it until I looked again, it was at least ten minutes later, they were still talking. That surprised me, Phil was as dry and boring as could be, he talked mostly about accounting, which was his job, as well as his life's passion, apparently.

I went over to "rescue" her like a good boyfriend. I saw his face redden and I saw him shuffle something behind his back. Bree had some color in her cheeks too and a look I recognize. It was excitement. I chatted for a few minutes, Bree excused herself clumsily. Finally, I figured I'd done my duty and bid him farewell, only after inviting him over again. Again he declined. I shrugged and walked away. I went to find Bree. She was in the bedroom.

"Bree? What the hell was that?" I laughed. "If I didn't know any better you looked like you were...aroused...by talking to George Costanza." That's what we called him.

She looked up at me with a sly grin. She had on her silky, thin top. Looking down, I could see everything from my angle. She'd taken off her bra for Greg earlier. She had changed into a black, clingy skirt.

"You remember that blackmail fantasy?"

"I do," I said, intrigued. It never failed to work us up.

"Turns out Phil has taken notice of my um...activities lately. He saw baby. He said he saw me when Dave dropped me off on his motorcycle. Remember how I was dressed? Or wasn't...," she giggled. "Then, he said he was leaving for work and SWEARS he saw me sucking some guy's dick in our hallway. He says he doesn't think it was you. Then, he said he saw me walk to Greg's car that night, he said he saw I had on only a shirt. He knows what I did to Greg in the car, baby," she said with embarrassed excitement.

"Wow, old Phil. Good for him. So what? What was the big discussion about?"

"He acted like he was above it, that what I was doing was shameful..."

I couldn't deny it. It was, that's why she loved it.

"He actually has pictures, baby. He has one of me walking to Greg's car in just your shirt. It shows plenty of tit, honey. Then, he has one of me in the car with Greg. It just shows Greg and the top of my head. Then, remember when I walked back to you? On the porch I dropped the shirt completely? He has a picture of that, too. I'm totally naked. He has a closeup, zoomed picture of your girlfriend completely naked. You can see my shaved pussy..." she peeped .

"Wow, well you knew all that activity would be noticed. You've mentioned that before. You knew the neighbors would know, eventually."

"I know, and this is the cost," she said with an apologetic smile.

"Ok, what's the cost?" I asked, fearing yet eagerly awaiting the answer.

"Well, you broke in before he could come to his point. But, I really think he wants to blackmail me," she said, emphasizing the word that instantly perks us.

"Wow, so he is going to threaten to show the pictures to me?"

"I guess, he said he might show them to his wife...and you know how she'd flip out, she'd probably try to get the police involved."

"Man," I groaned. "You know the police won't do anything but warn you to be more careful," I said. "But, it sure would still be embarrassing, especially if they came over tonight, with all these people."

"Yes, that's what he said, too, I was surprised at how much he'd thought this through."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I have to go back out and find out. I think I have him judged. I think he wants to "work things out."

"Ew, that doesn't sound good, fat old Phil..."

"It's blackmail, baby," she cooed. "It's not supposed to be pretty. Do me a favor, you need to keep Greg away for awhile. You might have to cover for me if I disappear for awhile."

She bounded off. She was aroused by the whole idea, I could see that. Even a man like Phil can turn her on, given the right circumstances. I saw her talking to Phil again at the fence. She was leaning in closer, it was almost as if they were whispering. No doubt she was, "working it out."

This didn't actually bother me. I kind of liked it. I had no fear of Phil as a threat, I'm sure he hadn't had anything like Bree in his life. This was his one shot at it, then he'd have to go back to that fat, shrew of a wife he had. The next time I looked, they were both gone. I went back into the living room. Most of the people were gathered there, watching the game. Sure enough, Greg came up to me and with a half drunken smirk asked me where my "better half" was. I told him that she mentioned having to go to the store or something. He looked crushed. I liked crushing him like that. I didn't get too cocky about it, I know HE liked crushing me by fucking my girlfriend repeatedly, in every hole. I couldn't forget that.

I don't know if it was more agonizing for me or Greg, waiting for Bree's return. It was more than a half hour when I heard the back door open. She saw me and winked. She was wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. She kissed me deeply. I could taste it. He'd gotten her mouth, lucky bastard.

We were in the kitchen, it was just us for the moment. She tried to quickly tell me the story, quietly. "I went over to the fence. He had his digital camera in his hand. That's where the pictures were. I asked him what he wanted in order to delete them. He hemmed and hawed for a bit. I just wanted him to tell me, I was willing, you know that. Just the thought that he'd blackmail me made me horny. You know how much that thrills both of us? Well, here it was and I wanted him to get to the point. He kept hinting around at things so I just asked him again.

"What do you want for those three pictures?" He was so flustered and nervous, but he sure wasn't backing out. There were still people in the yard behind me so I moved us down to the fence by the garage, so the view would be blocked. He still was stammering at how slutty and shameful it all was.

I just grinned and said, "how about if I show you the same thing as in the shameful pictures?" I lifted my top and let him see my bare tits. I could hear him breathing heavily. I leaned to the fence completely, you know I am barely taller than the fence? Well, I put my tits between the pickets and let him fondle them. He loved them, baby. He loved your girlfriend's tits. He tugged on my nipples and made me squeal. He liked that, he smiled when he heard me. So, now that he had my tits in his hands I asked him what he wanted. His eyes were lustful, wanting, I didn't think he could get himself to say it, being too shameful for him to say out loud. So I said it, "how about if I suck your cock, just like I did for that guy in the car...would that get the pictures back?"

I dropped down to my knees and rubbed his crotch through the fence. He had a little stubby cock, it was getting hard. "So, you hand me the camera, I delete the pictures and I suck your cock?"

"I could see him groaning, he realized it was going to happen. It just made him more excited and more confident in what he was doing."

"No," he said. "ONE picture and you suck my penis. We can work out a deal for the others later. And, I'm no fool, Briana. You'll suck my cock FIRST, then you'll watch me delete the picture."

"That made me almost squishy the way he said that. He had me, baby. It was happening, the blackmail thing. I would've done it right there but he made me come around the back of the fence, to the gates and I went into his yard. I did it right there, baby. I sucked his cock along the back fence, in his own garden. Phil, fat Phil, our neighbor, got his cock sucked by your girlfriend."

"Wow," I said as Bree started stroking me through my jeans.

"That isn't all..." she started to continue when Greg burst into the kitchen.

He was glad to see Bree, no doubt. Others soon followed and our moment of privacy was over. I had to hide my erection before I could go back into the living room to watch the game with the others. I was sitting on the couch and Bree was leaning over me, behind me. She kissed my neck and cooed into my ear.

"I'm so fucking horny now baby. Can you smell him, can you smell Phil's cum in my mouth? God baby, I need to be fucked so good."

"But not by me, right?" I whispered back to her. It was snarky of me, for sure. She let it go right by.

"By you, Greg, or everyone here if someone doesn't take care of me soon," she moaned lustily in my ear.

My cock was trying to bust out of my jeans due to her sex talk. I certainly didn't want her fucking everyone, though I'm sure she was exaggerating. I still didn't want her fucking Greg, but I knew that's what she was angling for. Since he'd actually had her already it made the most sense. I just hoped to keep it between us. I followed her to the bathroom down the hallway.

"Hmm, are you going to fuck me good, right here?" She teased. "Right here with all your friends just a few feet away?"

"You make me want to," I said in frustration. "What do you want? Do you want to fuck Greg?"

She saw my erection. She giggled. She teased it with her fingernail which only made it jump. "What do YOU want, baby? Do you want to fuck me or do you want Greg to fuck me?"

"I want to, of course I do, but I can't just disappear from my own party," I pleaded.

She grinned, in that evil, dirty, perverted, wonderful way she does and said, "ok, I see. So you choose Greg."

"What? No, I'll fuck the shit out of you, when everyone is gone!" I begged wildly.

She'd figured out the night's game. "No, you fuck me, now, in the bathroom, over the sink or the next cock in me will be Greg's, and all you'll get is another handjob while you listen to how good he fucked me...AGAIN," she taunted.

Just then one of the women turned the corner and passed us and entered the bathroom. "See baby?" I pointed out. "See how everyone would know?"

She just wiggled her finger at me, "you are either going to fuck me the damned second she leaves the bathroom or I swear to god, Greg is going to totally benefit."

The lady left the bathroom and I heard the group behind me roar at a TD scored by our team. Greg and another guy came around the corner in excitement and highfived me and basically pulled me back into the living room to celebrate. I just remember the last look from Bree was a knowing wink. I'd made my choice. I hadn't realized that I'd done it until I was on the couch for awhile thinking about it while the noise from the group around me swirled around like a cloud. I had done it on purpose. I knew what she wanted. I must want it too. I heard one of the guys ask where Greg went, I pretended not to even hear it. The other guy laughed and said Greg had had too much beer and went to lay down in the spare bedroom. I knew it was lie, he was good at lying. It didn't matter, I'd made my choice. Now he was reaping the benefits.

The game was just about over when Greg stumbled back into the room. He was acting (poorly) as if he was drunk. I knew better. I knew he was fully aware of everything, I also knew he had the smell of my girlfriend all over him. Everyone filed out after the game and Bree only made another appearance when they all were saying their goodbyes. She had on her robe, the silky oriental one. I knew there was nothing underneath it. She hugged the women and gave the guys all a friendly peck on the cheek. When it got to Greg he stopped, put his arm around her back, pulled her into his body and kissed her cheek, I saw him shoot her a leering grin before reluctantly letting her go. I swear I could see a slight blush in her cheeks. Finally, they were gone.

She shushed me when I tried to speak. She patted the couch for me to sit. I did. She looked out the window, to make sure all the cars were gone, then she turned to me and let the robe fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it away playfully.

"See this body baby? Can you tell it's been used? Can you tell it's been used hard?" She goaded.

"You could've had this. You could've had your own cock in me tonight but no, you chose Greg. I can't believe it, you actually chose Greg," she giggled.

"I didn't choose him, I..."

She cut me off, "You DID choose him. It was you, or him, and you let HIM. Oh god, baby, he doesn't pass up the chance to fuck me. He didn't care at all where we were, baby. I was in the bedroom, I left the door open a crack. I knew either you or him would find me. I was waiting for it, I took everything off and just put the robe on. He found me that way, baby. I was on my back on the bed. He climbed right in next to me. He undid the belt and opened me up for him. He mauled my tits and he played with my pussy until he had me practically purring..."

She was demonstating on herself. She was cupping her tits and rubbing her hand over her pussy as she showed me what he did to her.

"Then, he held my hands over my head. He pinned me down. He knows I love that. With his other hand he made me open my legs wide for him. He got between my legs then baby and he licked me. FUCK! He might have almost as magic a tongue as you. He had me nearly screaming. Finally, he pulled his pants off and climbed between my open, inviting legs. He fucked your pussy, baby. He fucked it good and hard. He held me down while he fucked me like he liked it. He kept telling me he knew he'd be fucking me again. He said he knew how I needed it and that he'll be the one to give it to me. I couldn't argue, baby, his cock was buried in my cunt to the hilt."

She was dancing for me now. I'd taken out my cock to stroke it while she talked dirty to me.

"He told me that he knew I liked fucking him. He was grunting while he fucked your girl like an animal. After he filled me with his seed he left me there, legs open, his cum pouring out, but not before he told me he'd be "hitting that" more often now."