Brit Cums Out of Her Shell Ch. 12

When Hal bought the lingerie, he'd gone out of his way to find something that had been designed not to hide her nipples or her pussy. Wearing that lingerie now, in front of him and his best friend, Brittany tried to look proud of that fact as she walked to the center of the living room.

Both men's jaws dropped, but only Brian seemed to notice that the lace fabric was a little wet with cum right under her pussy. Had the fabric been white instead of dark blue, her swollen, red cunt might have betrayed the pounding she'd just had.

Brittany put her hands on her hips, feet spread shoulder length apart. "What do you think Brian?" she asked seductively. Her voice shook. Despite just fucking him, she couldn't help but blush deep at the situation.

"Holy shit, Brit," Hal commented.

Brian's eyes were wide. He stared at everything he'd just had minutes ago, glanced at Brian, then stared again at Brittany. The stunt was making him hard again already, but he didn't want to say something and get banned from hanging out.

"So?" she asked Brian, arching an eyebrow up at him in challenge. Her eyes flicked to Hal's face, clearly victorious. To emphasize her point, she turned around, put a hand on the side of her ass, and half-bent at the waist.

She'd forgotten about the bright red hand print on her ass, but because the boyshorts covered her ass, the lace kept the handprints hidden. Still, Hal stared hard, trying to figure out if the light were playing tricks on him or if she had one hell of an abused ass cheek.

Brittany's tone, round ass perfectly framed her pussy, which was clear as day through the wet fabric. Hal might have noticed the wet spot if not for her ass. She waved her ass seductively at them, then she turned back around and stared back at Brian. "Like it?" Her face had flushed a deeper red, but the victory in her eyes remained.

Brian nodded and choked out a complement.

"Thanks!" Brittany said brightly, then strutted out of the room, her ass waving at the stunned boys. As a final jab, she reached back and unclipped her bra. The straps fell down her shoulders and she pivoted at the corner right before pulling it off, sticking her tongue out at Hal before letting the bra drop and walking out of the room. A very healthy flash of side-boob could be seen right as she disappeared.

When she'd finally left, Hal looked at Brian, eyes wide and mouth agape. It took him a good ten seconds to formulate something that sounded like, well, the 'old Hal.' The one that didn't sound like he liked the idea of his girlfriend being with other guys. "I'll be god-damned."

Brian looked almost terrified at his friend's, not sure if Hal was about to have a meltdown. Then Hal cracked a huge smile. "She actually did it! I didn't think she'd have the courage to do that in a million years."

Pumped up by his girlfriend's tenacity, Hal opened his to-go box and picked up his burger. His heart continued to pound in his chest and he felt sweat in his armpits.

Brian couldn't help but say, "She's really hot, dude."

Hal took a bite and shook his head. "I know it, man. Sometimes I wonder if she's too much for me."

Brian wolfed down his burger as an excuse not to continue that line of conversation. He left soon after.

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Later that evening, Brittany and Hal talked about her stunt while a movie played on the TV. Hal asked, "So, how did you feel after... earlier?"

Brittany remembered everything that had happened, and blushed deeply. Neither of them had picked up on the fact that Hal knew what was happening, and both danced around it. It took her some time to respond, but she finally said in a cautious voice, "It felt so good, honestly."

Hal thought about bringing up the obvious. He wanted to tell her how he felt, and make her tell him more. He even admitted to himself that he wanted to look at her ass to see if there was a big red hand print on it, or if he'd just been imagining it through the dark lace of her lingerie.

But he knew that if she was feeling good about anything to do with her confidence, that she deserved it. He rationalized it like that: she'd worked out, she'd gotten raises at work, she'd tanned and completely changed her body and her mind. He knew if he did anything to jeopardize that confidence, it could ruin their relationship. He also knew, deep down, that she was still his, and that wouldn't change any time soon, no matter what the extenuating circumstances were. Finally, he said back to her, "You know what, babe? I'm fuckin' proud of you. Whatever you're doing is working for you, and I love it. I love you."

Brittany wasn't sure what to say. She didn't know what exactly that meant, and she wasn't about to ask him to clarify for her, just in case she ruined something good. Instead, she looked him in the face, kissed him, and said, "Thanks, babe. I'm proud of me, too."

Later that night, Brittany fell asleep on the couch. After the lingerie stunt, she'd changed into a tank top and a pair of old sweatpants. Hal looked over her tight body as she slept on his lap, admiring her form. He whispered, "Damn," under his breath and gave her ass a little squeeze. She didn't stir, and it got him thinking. He waited twenty minutes, patiently watching the movie until he finally shifted himself and stood up from the couch.

Brittany rolled onto her side. He walked to the kitchen, got a glass of water, and came back into the living room to find Brittany had stretched out across the couch, sound asleep. She was laying on her stomach, one arm draped down to the floor.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled down the loose elastic waistband on her sweatpants. She wasn't wearing underwear. In the low light of their living room, Hal made out the stark red outlines of several large handprints on her right ass cheek.

Hal sat down, blood pounding as his mind raced. He knew they were Brian's handprints. He knew it had happened. But, once again, it was more real now that he'd seen the outlines of his friend's hand on his girlfriend's ass.

He thought about the little conversation they'd had before she fell asleep, and he thought about how their relationship had been going for the last few months. Then he thought about his girlfriend riding his best friend. The big hand coming down on her ass again and again, her pale skin jiggling from the slap. Her moaning as she took inch after inch after inch of his friend's cock.

He wondered if he actually bent her over, her round ass up in the air. He imagined the look of surprise on her face when his friend's big dick pushed into her. He knew it was bigger than his, and he imagined her cumming as a fat rod drilled her over the kitchen table, or on the couch.

He shook his head. He didn't realize where his mind had wandered, but his heart was still pounding. He looked at Brittany's bright blonde hair and her hourglass figure stretched across the couch. Then he realized his cock had gone fully erect in his jeans.

It made him immensely uncomfortable to confront the truth -- his girlfriend was a slut and he loved it. He never thought it would even be possible, much less something he wanted. But Brian was his best friend, right? And Brittany seemed happy. Very happy.

He thought it over again, from the beginning. He came to the same conclusion. He couldn't deny it. He wanted her getting drilled by some other guy's fat cock. He wanted to know what she looked like getting filled up like that. He wanted to see her face, get up close to her pussy, slap her on the ass.

He reached over and gently pulled on her waistband, getting another look at the handprints on her ass. She had just told him herself that what she did felt good, and he wondered about how much she would try to get away with if he continued to play dumb. His last thought that night before going to bed, after his feelings about the situation finally settled into place was, What if I could watch?