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Click hereYou meet me out at a pub because I am celebrating something good that has happened. When you get there I am with some people and I introduce you. You say hello and I buy you a drink. We all have fun drinking and talking. Eventually we find that a male friend of yours from the YMCA is there. When my friends have to leave the three of us hang out. We talk at a small table and share laughs. He makes some comment at how good you look on a treadmill; you return the compliment about how he looks in the weight room. I know you're not fooling... he hopes you aren't. He and I get along well and we agree to play pool, but you are tired and want to go. You know I'd like to stay so you say you'll meet me at home when I get there. You kiss me goodbye and flash him a flirtatious farewell to which he simply smiles and says, "See you later, honey..."
We have a slow but competitive pool game as we talk about various topics. The conversation turns to you and I and how long we have been together, how he knows you, and I can tell by his prying questions that he is attracted to you. But he doesn't overstep his bounds and he's very nice... I don't mind when he tells me he likes one of your workout outfits in particular. "She's always cute, but when she wears that I just cant concentrate. Some of us have bets on whether she shaves." I'm a little taken back, so I just reply, "You'll have to ask her... maybe she'll answer and maybe she'll even prove it." He is frozen in thought for a short bit. I know it rattled him.
After a good game I comment that this table isn't as good as mine at home and we soon agree to go back to our place for a rematch and a cocktail. When we walk in the lights are dim and you're in bed. I have to go into the bedroom for something and he, thinking I'm going downstairs, follows me in. He stops when he realizes it's the bedroom and his eyes see you lying there wrapped in just a sheet. Your bare feet are exposed at the bottom of the bed. "Whoa, he says, you are one lucky man to come home to that!" I can tell by your breathing you are sleeping and I say, "Yeah, she's beautiful." I get a mischievous idea. I pull the sheet back slowly and eventually expose you down to your knees. Your breathing changes a bit and I wonder if you're really sleeping. You're wearing a light undershirt and white panties. "Does she look better at the Y or in bed?" I jokingly ask. "In bed, definitely..." he replies. You speak softly. "How can you tell? Both of these outfits are just as skimpy!" you tease, as you pull the sheet back up. I assume the game is over and we go downstairs to play pool.
We put on the radio, mix a drink, and start to play. Its kind of quiet, not much conversation, and I'm betting that his mind is where mine is, back in bed with you. I start to regret bringing him back. Eventually he comments that he should have taken the opportunity to find out about your shaving habits. "Well," I say, "I guess I could tell you, but I don't want to jeopardize her confidence in me, you know."
"C'mon, he replies, she won't care if you tell me."
"Tell you what," you ask him, as you come down the stairs. You haven't changed any of your clothing at all. Your shirt comes just covers the very tops of your thighs and we are stiff as boards.
"What got into you?" I ask. "I thought you were sleeping."
"I was, until you woke me up. What are you guys talking about?"
Your friend cannot resist. "Well, I have to know something, please don't be mad, but..."
"Hey," I say, "Maybe she doesn't want to..."
"I do want to know!" you interrupt. "After all, you just tried to show me off, I cant see why a question would be bad."
"Well," he continues, "I know you shave, but I'm wondering how much. We are all wondering at the Y. I want to be the one to find out and break the news."
You laugh. You love it. It turns you on that he wants to know this and has actually asked. Have other men at the Y wondered this, you ponder? You also know about all my little fantasies about you and other men, how I love to hear you stories and how I love to watch. You are going to milk this.
"Tell you what." you reply. "If you can beat my husband at the next pool game I'll not only tell you how much I shave, but I'll give you a front row seat to see just how smooth it is."
He gulps. "Okay." he answers. I am speechless.
You wonder if you've done anything wrong, so you walk over to me and look me in the eye as he racks. You don't say anything, you simply reach down and feel... and I am rock hard. "That's what I thought," you say, and go sit on the bar next to the table.
I break. One balls sinks and I come over to your side of the table to try for another. I bend over for the shot and as my cue goes forward you brush your hand across my ass... it makes me miss. You smirk. Two of his balls go in and now he has a shot on your side of the table. He tells you not to pull any funny stuff, but you do. You deliberately grab his ass as he brings the cue forward... but he sinks the ball flawlessly. He turns around to return the smirk you gave me.
It's a long game... but he wins. Everyone is silent. No one moves for what seems like forever. My heart is pounding. My voices croaks as I say, "Show him."
I come around behind you and stand. My hands come across your midsection and lift your shirt up to expose your midriff. Your hands go up to caress your shoulders as I start to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear, "Aren't you going to show him?"
He stands right in front of you and pulls your panties outward and down with his fingers. His fingertips graze your triangle and he inhales deeply. You moan... "Oohhhhh..."
He continues to play with your mound, using his fingertips to explore your hair and then much more. He brushes the top of your opening and soon you start to slump and I have to help you stand. Your hands now reach for him... and you undo the button of his pants and tug at them till they fall. He stands in front of you in his boxers with his erection poking through the opening. You touch his cock and pull at it slowly as his breathing increases. My hands are all over your neck, back, and shoulders as I kiss you from behind and support you.
You begin to masturbate him slowly. His fingers enter you and you moan, "Mmmmmmm, Ohhhhhh…" I whisper in your ear, "Does his cock feel good, baby? Do you like stroking him while he puts his fingers in you?" Your breathing becomes very heavy as he buries his hand. You stroke him faster.
With one hand I take my own pants down and free my cock, placing it against your ass, hunting for an opening. You adjust just enough to let my cock enter your vagina as the three of us stand together in a sexual mesh. The feeling of his cock in your hand, his fingers rubbing your clit, and my erection inside of you is overwhelming to you. Everyone picks up the pace together and I tell him, "Make her cum. She has got to cum...." You begins to moan louder, "Oh my God, Oh my God... yes, oh yes..."
He begins to moan and shudder as you masturbate him faster. His head falls back and you can feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I fuck you deeper and harder and it's so hard for you to stand. "Oh my God, baby. You're so wet. I'm going to make you cum, baby..."
"Make me cum," you say, and you moan as he begins to cum in your hand. You feel his sperm start to flood your hand as his fingers rest on your clit. With two or three more motions with my cock you start to feel your orgasm take over your body and you tighten around my cock. The tightness hugs my erection and makes it impossible for me to hold back. I explode into you as the tightness reaches a climax. The cum in your hand and on your stomach mixes with the cum in your vagina as we collapse together on the side of the pool table.
Still facing him, you lean forward to kiss him. Your tongues intertwine as I watch from behind. We all laugh as he thanks you for making good on the bet.