Opening Up Ch. 01

In walked Chelsea, and I was stunned. She had her hair done with deep curls flowing down. Her face was all done up more over the top than I've ever seen her, seeing as she's not too big on lots of makeup. She was wearing a tight beige cami with no bra, to where you could barely make out her nipples poking through. The shirt was not quite long enough to be tucked into a pair of jean booty shorts that I have never seen her wear. For shoes she was wearing some beige high heels, which I have also never seen before, with thin little ropes that wrapped around her ankles a few times before being tied into a bow. In one hand her phone, and the other was her Saint Laurent clutch, a Christmas gift I gave her the year before.

"Wow!" Was all I could muster as I stared her up and down.

"You like?" She said giggling turning and doing a little pose kicking her foot in the air behind her.

"Where is Chelsea and what have you done with her?!" I asked.

"Is it too much babe?!" She asked scared.

"No!" I assured her, "no- no- no- not at all. You Look-" I was lost for words to describe how beautiful and sexy she was to me "Stunning! You went all out!"

She smiled, "Nat took me to a cosmetologist after the spray tan and had my makeup done too. Said all of this pampering was my early Birthday gift."

"Well, what a friend indeed" I said.

She walked up to me and gave me a slow sensual kiss, grabbed my hand, and leaned back a little and spoke, "Come with me." She guided me behind her. She set down her phone and purse on the counter and walked me into the living room. I couldn't help but see how those shorts were molding her ass to look so damn good, the bottom of her cheeks were visible. All with the hypnotizing sound of her heels clacking on the hardwood with each step. She brought me to the center of the couch and told me to sit.

As I leaned back into the couch Chelsea pressed into my knees and knelt down in between them. For a short moment, it was if time had stopped. I was now realizing how gorgeous she was tonight. It has been a long time since she had put this much effort into her looks. The shine on her lips from her lip gloss, how perfectly her curled hair fell onto her shoulders, and even how her added fake eyelashes amplified how beautiful her eyes truly were.

"Babe." She broke the silence, "I want to talk to you about something before I go out."

"Um, ok?" I asked a little puzzled.

"It's about that fantasy of yours you brought up a few weeks back." She said, "Is that something your serious about?"

"Yea, I mean, I've fantasized about that for a long time on and off." I replied.

"I just don't want to ruin anything that we have at all for a fantasy." She said in a sorrow tone, "Like, not even the slightest risk. I love you so much and wouldn't want to lose you."

I reached my hand up and placed it on the side of her face and ran my thumb over her cheek, "Baby, you're not going to lose me, I can promise you that." I reassured her, "Cheating is dishonesty, and as long as your open and honest with me about what you're doing and not doing it in secret or behind my back, I will always love and support you."

"So, are there any rules or boundaries on this topic?" she questioned me.

"As long as you are comfortable with it, and you tell me about it during or soon after, then you have my permission." I told her, "Just don't hide anything from me."

"So, what if I do a little more than flirt tonight?" she asked smiling as if she had already planned to.

"If that's something you want to do, and you will tell me about it or let me see it, then have at it" I said.

"I thought your fantasy was to watch me have sex?" She asked.

"I would like to see that, yes." I answered, "But what I really get off to is you being pleasured, whether I'm there or not."

She gave me a weird look, so I continued, "Like I'm a third party to your sex life, as if you're my personal porn star."

She sat there looking at me with those ravishing eyes still stumped on my explanation.

"Look, nothing, and I mean nothing, gets me off more than knowing your getting pleasured," I said, "If its by me or by someone else. I don't know how else to describe it."

"No, I kind of get that." She spoke, "Ever since you told me that fantasy, I have not gotten it out of my head. It has made me extremely horny these past few weeks if you couldn't tell. I think what turns me on so much is not sleeping with someone else, but about knowing that it would turn you on, something that shouldn't, something so taboo it makes me wet." She explained as she slid her hands up my thighs.

When her hand reached my shaft though my pants she smiled. "I see someone likes this topic a lot!" she giggled then asked me, "Babe can you do something for me, while I'm out tonight?" she began to undo my zipper of my pants and fished my cock out.

"Anything you want." I answered as she pulled and flung my cock free.

She leaned forward while keeping eye contact with me, she began to talk in between kissing the underside of my shaft, "While I'm out tonight-" She kissed my cock up higher, "I don't want - you to -- touch yourself." She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me off. She took me out of her mouth, leaving a string of saliva running from her bottom lip to my cock as she began to talk with such a sultry voice.

"I want you to be pent up the whole time I'm gone-" she took me in her mouth for a few more plunges, "I want you to be thinking of all the dirty possibilities that could be happening to your sweet little girl friend-" my cock felt her mouth again, "Can you do that for me baby? Will you be good for me and not play with yourself?"

I just sat there continuing to look into her eyes as she orally persuaded me to not masturbate while she was gone, I shook my head yes in response to her question.

"Is that a, yes?" she asked me after freeing my cock from her mouth again. "I want you to tell me."

"Yes....." I moaned as she took me back into her mouth.

She stopped sucking again, "Yes ma'am?" she said emphasizing ma'am, as if correcting me.

"Yes! Yes ma'am!" I squealed as she continued. I started to wonder where this dominant attitude was coming from.

Her phone began to ring from the kitchen, causing her to stop and sit back, "Good boy!" She said looking at me with a grin. "That must be Nat, I told her to call when she gets here." she began to get up and fix herself as she walked to the kitchen.

I heard her answer the phone and speak form the kitchen, "Heyyyyyy! Oh ok, alright, uh-huh" I could hear her grabbing her purse off the counter and setting it onto her shoulder as she was talking to Natalia. "Uh-huh, Uh-huh....... Yeah, ok I'm coming out now, bye!"

She poked her head around the wall into the living room, "Remember babe, no touching!" She looked at me looking dumbfounded still sitting on the couch with a hard wet cock beginning to get cold. She giggled and said, "Sorry babe!" she began to walk to the front door, heels clicking with each step fading off the farther she got, "Ill make it up to you, I promise!" she yelled as she opened the door and shut it behind her.

I could faintly hear her opening the car door and greeting her friend in a high pitch tone before slamming the car door as she got in, followed by the car reversing onto the street, and driving off. The room became silent extremely quick, and with the fan blowing down onto my wet shaft, it had now shriveled up defeated. I pulled my cock back in my pants, and went upstairs to change into workout clothes. With a quiet house, and the knowledge of my girlfriend out with my permission to indulge in any sexual activity, my mind was racing.

I changed quickly and headed off to the gym, continuing to ponder at what would happen with Chelsea tonight. The gym was rather slow, and I was essentially unbothered during my whole workout. I kept checking my phone to see if she had given me an update yet or posted anything on social media, but nothing. It had only been an hour and a half though, was I beginning to panic? Did I mess up? Did I make a decision I would soon regret?

Then I began to fantasize images in my head, one of her in the back of a car riding someone else, then another or her in an alley behind a club getting fucked against a wall. My cock began to twitch, soon making me realize that I am in public and in thin gym attire.

I quickly purged the sexual thoughts from my mind. And tried my damndest to focus on my workout and finish. Afterwards I did cardio and watched half of a show while doing so.

I was driving home a little after 8:00pm when I received a text from Chelsea.

Chelsea: Hey babe! We just finished eating.

Chelsea: We are running by Nat's house real fast then heading to the club. 😘😘

Me: OK, be safe

What else was I supposed to respond to that? When I got home, I went and took a long shower. Once I finished, I stepped out and grabbed my phone, I had four texts from Chelsea! I must have had my phone on vibrate by accident because I didn't hear it ding at all or I would have jumped out to read it. I realized I had been in there for over thirty minutes. I unlocked the phone and checked the texts.

Chelsea: Sooooooo, we picked up Natalia's boy toy.... He parked at her house.

Chelsea: Also, Natalia didn't tell me, but he brought a friend with him.

Chelsea: So, the friends name is Justin, he's kinda cute 😉

Chelsea: Nat got us a VIP booth at coast! Were going to get drinks, ill text you when I can! 😘😘😘

Natalia was having fun with this little stag and vixen fantasy of ours too. Theres no doubt she told her boy toy to bring a friend for Chelsea. She probably wanted Chelsea to indulge into this fantasy just as much as me most likely. I text back, even after it being ten minutes too late.

Me: Ok babe, Have fun 😘

I stood there wet and naked for a second looking at the text I had just sent. Words of encouragement for on her girl's night out. It is something I wanted and have fantasized for a while now, but it's a different feeling when its actually happening. Nervousness, jealousy, excitement, yet all of it was turning me on as I had almost had a stiffy.

I then felt the AC turn on and start to blow cold on my wet body, I sat the phone down and grabbed a towel to dry off. I then put on a pair of boxers, grabbed my phone, turned off the lights then headed downstairs to the living room. I figured I'd lay on the couch and find something to watch on Netflix or Disney+.

I decided to watch a new series on Netflix. I couldn't get into the show too much and kept catching myself checking my phone. I would open it up to no new messages, check snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook then lay it back down on my chest.

It was now 10:08pm when I received a text from Chelsea.

Chelsea: Hey babe! I love you!

Me: I love you too

Me: you having fun?

She took almost 5 minutes to reply back to me.

Chelsea: YES!

Chelsea: We sat at the bar for a while and took several shots

Chelsea: Me and Nat are in the bathroom

Chelsea: *1 Attachment*

She had sent me a picture of her and Natalia making kissy faces into the mirror. Natalia was wearing an outfit almost identical to Chelsea, except she had a white top on. They both oozed sex appeal, so I'm sure they were getting loads of attention at a night club all dressed up.

Me: Two very sexy ladies!

Chelsea: 🥰😘😘

Chelsea: Were going to go back and find the boys then going to dance, text you later!

Me: Ok

Back to the sidelines I waited, with the show playing in the background I still felt those emotions I felt earlier, especially the jealousy. My cock twitched when reading that she was going to get the boys to go dance. I know she loves to dance, and sexually when she does. I also know how she gets undoubtedly horny when she drinks.

There was no telling how turned on she was right now. Several drinks in, with her sexy best friend, dolled up, and with two boys dancing in a nightclub. My own cock began to twitch imagining what was going on. As images raced through my mind of Chelsea, I reached and grabbed my cock in my hand. I began to stroke, feeling so turned on then remembered that she had asked me specifically not to do that.

"uuuuhhhggggg" I moaned out as I let my cock go. It pulsated and throbbed begging for attention.

I couldn't get into the show, maybe because my mind was preoccupied with Chelsea? I decided to go upstairs and just get into the bed and play on my phone. I got upstairs, and slid into the bed and opened up my phone. When I opened up Instagram I had noticed Natalia had posted a story, which I immediately tapped on. There were two, the first one was an overview of the crowd on the dance floor from the few steps up to where the booths were and one of the bars, and it looked packed.

The second was of Chelsea, she was smiling at the camera pulling her drink away from the phone, tapping it to Natalia's drink maybe? Then zoomed back a little to her taking a sip. In the very edge of the video, I could see a hand around her waist as she took the sip from her drink before the video ended. I rewatched it several times back-to-back yet the hand led to someone outside of the frame.

Nothing else was posted after that, as I repeatedly checked every few minutes or so while surfing around. I looked at the clock, it was now 11:50pm. My phone dinged, it was a text, but not from Chelsea, but from Natalia. Followed by an almost immediate second text.

Natalia: Chelseas having so much fun!

Natalia: *1 Attachment*

It was a picture of Chelsea. Looking at it alone made my cock begin to stiffen. It was taken on the dance floor. It was Chelsea dancing with another guy, I had to assume was Justin. Chelsea had one of her hands up in the air holding her drink up, with her other reached back behind her onto the side of this guy. She was leaned forward a little bit jutting her ass into his crotch likely grinding into him.

I had also noticed where this guy's hands were placed onto Chelsea. One of them was reached around and almost in between her thighs where her shorts ended right at the top of her legs. Whilst the other was reached under her arm grabbing under her tit placed on her rib cage.

Noticing all the details in the picture, one stood out the most. She had an enormous smile. She was having a blast, I could tell. Slight perspiration, hair a mess, drink in hand, and a smile that big I knew my baby was having a good time. I then realized I had been staring at this photo for quite some time now and decided to text Natalia back.

Me: Looks like it! Make sure she has a good time, she deserves it.

Natalia: Oh, I know 😉 and trust me, she will!

I then decided to text Chelsea and just wait for a reply whenever she got around to it.

Me: I see someone's having fun, I love you.

I went back to switching between social media apps. It was now almost 12:30am when Natalia posted another story. Obviously, I tapped it fast and let it load up. It was a short snippet of her and Chelsea on the dance floor grinding against each other. I had noticed her shirt was squinched up exposing her stomach to where her top looked more like a thin sports bra stretched across her massive tits. It also looked like the top had been pulled down some because you could faintly see the outline of her areola.

It was almost 1am when I received a text from my girlfriend.

Chelsea: Heyy Babee! I louv you to 😘😘🥰

Me: Have fun dancing?

Chelsea: OMG Yes! So mich fun, I'll tell you all abot it when I gett home.

Me: A little drunk too I see

Chelsea: 😜😜

A quick minute after texting Chelsea I received another message from Natalia again.

Natalia: She likes her some Justin!

Natalia: *1 Attachment*

It was a picture taken from behind Chelsea. It was her walking to the car, with her phone in her right hand likely while she was texting me. Her left hand was finger woven holding hands with whom Natalia had just confirmed, Justin.

Chelsea continued to text me, so I swapped back to our chat.

Chelsea: Habe you been a good bou??

Chelsea: Boy*

Me: Yes ma'am 😇

Me: I have been horny all night, I want to cum so bad.

Chelsea: No Sir!

I cought myself, unrealizing that I had been holding my cock in my left hand. I hadn't been stroking, but I was hard as a rock as the waves of emotions were driving me wild.

The negatives of anxiety of what might happen, the jealousy of this Justin guy, the humiliation that several people were seeing her cheat on me with another guy. Although negative emotions, they turned me on to a point I can't begin to explain why.

Followed by those were the positive emotions battling them out. The excitement for her that she will get to fuck someone new, which I know for her is a confidence boost along with a dopamine and oxytocin release. The anticipation of the sex that we will have after this. The pride that I had a trophy girlfriend that many men desired, and she was with me at the end of the fun.

It's a difficult thing to express how or why sharing her turns me on so much that I fantasize about it. Its so taboo to many that it would be unspoken if it weren't for the internet.

I sat my phone down with a feeling of defeat not being able to play with myself by her request. I took my cock from my hand and laid there in the dark. My mind was racing faster than any other point throughout the night. I had just seen a picture of her and Justin, she was drunk and likely horny, and I had no doubt Nat was antagonizing them to fornicate. My cock throbbed up against the covers as copious scenarios ran through my mind. I sat my phone down onto the night stand next to me and tried my best to lay there in the dark. I continued to keep my cock at full throttle with my imagination, I was so sensitive I was getting slight sensation from it rubbing against the sheets as it pulsed.

I had laid in the dark for a while when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I reached for my phone; it was 1:48am! I had laid there for a whole hour delving into fantasies in my own head! I sat up and turned the lamp on faintly illuminating the room. It was several minutes before I heard a car door open and shut. That's when I heard the front door being opened from downstairs, Chelseas high heels entering the home, and the door shutting behind her and locking. The noise from the car backing up and driving off began to fade as I heard her walking around downstairs.

I sat up in the bed with anticipation, like a puppy whose owner had been at work all day. I was eager to see Chelsea and hear about her night. I heard her heels click each step as they began to ascend the stairs. Finally reaching the top and a few steps to the bedroom, my beautiful Chelsea was back to me.

She entered the room with a huge smile on her face and giggled as she locked eyes with me. "Hey my love!" She greeted me, "Did you miss me?!"

"Of course I did." I answered her.

She walked towards the closet and propped one arm against the door frame and lifted her heel back. She reached down with her other hand and untied the ropes holding her shoe on. Then started to proceed to the other one.

"You got it?" I asked her.

"Yea-" she paused, taking off her other shoe and tossing it into the closet, she turned towards me and said, "-but can you help me take off the rest of my clothes, my mind has been fuzzy since I got out of that car."

I stepped out of the bed immediately and stood at her side. I started to grab the bottom of her shirt before she leaned forward into me and kissed me deeply. We had one deep kiss before she leaned back a bit and said, "Yup, that's my Ian."

She was drunk, but I'm glad she was safe, we smiled at each other as I helped her out of her shirt, exposing her large tits, then started to unbutton her shorts, I slid them down leaving her in nothing but a tiny blue lace thong. I was about to push them down with my fingers under one of the sides when she turned around turning her back to me.