My Friend Takes My Turn

This is a continuation of She Fucks Him Better and I See Why He Wants Her More. If you have not read those first, this also works as a standalone story.

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I was at a bar waiting for a friend to arrive. There was a woman sitting next to me, enjoying a drink by herself. I complimented her bag and we started chatting. Her name was Anna, she was from Sweden and moved to the states six months ago for her dream job.

I just ordered a glass of wine when my phone rang. It was my friend cancelling due to a work emergency. While I was initially disappointed, I quickly began to enjoy the chat with my new friend.

Anna and I hit it off. We discussed our recent travels, life in a different country and this new job of hers. Before I knew it, we ordered another round of drinks.

Something about Anna intrigued me. She was smiling at me in more than a friendly way. She was flirting with me. That and the wine was giving me a very warm glow.

It was getting late. We were having a nice time, but I was either ready to go home and go to sleep or see if this was going anywhere.

The bartender asked if we wanted another round. We both hesitated and he said he would come back.

Anna opened the door to an alternative ending to the evening. "I have a bottle of prosecco at my place. Any interest in joining me?"

I replied, "I would love to."

We got our check, paid the bill and walked towards her apartment. The nervousness was gone. We arrived at her apartment. She grabbed some glasses from a cabinet, the bottle from the fridge, and we sat down on her couch in the living room. She poured two glasses and we said, "Cheers!"

"To new friends!" I toasted taking my first sip. The bubbles exploded on my tongue as I thought about what else might be shortly.

I leaned back and crossed my legs. I felt relaxed. I enjoyed her company. She sat close to me as we moved on to the next topic of conversation and her hands occasionally touched my leg. She locked eyes with me, paused, then leaned in and kissed me. She had soft, luscious lips. I liked kissing her. She felt nice. They were soft gentle kisses at first and then it became deeper and more passionate. My pussy was already excited. I wanted more. I tugged on her shirt and we lifted it up together. She was lovely. I knew this was going to be good.

Anna took my hand, I stood up and we walked to her room. My shirt came off. I sat on the edge of the bed and she stood facing me. I unhooked her bra. It was like unwrapping a beautifully wrapped present. Her breasts were perfect. Soft, round, perky, likely a C cup. I put my hands firmly on her back and pulled her towards my mouth. I suckled on one nipple and then switched to the other. I went back to the first, and again, I switched. I used my teeth to lightly nibble. I did not bite too hard, just enough to capture and tease it. Her reaction was incredible. She moaned. The more she moaned, the more I wanted to keep my lips attached to her. I was in heaven. She wanted her turn and removed my bra.

We moved back on the bed. She was on top, enjoying my breasts as thoroughly as I enjoyed hers. She moved down and unbuttoned my jeans. I helped her cinch them down and then she pulled them off. She lightly kissed up and down my thighs as she took off her own pants and panties. We were both naked at last and she was in between my legs. She took a long slow lick up the side of my eager slit.

"You taste good," Anna said to me.

"I'm glad you like it. I cannot wait to try you," I replied.

She had a talented tongue. She teased me, spiraling her tongue around my clit, sliding first one and then two fingers inside. Twisting them and curling them up, stimulating me as I became wetter. I was more aroused by the thought of pleasuring her than anything. I needed to get into her sweet pussy lips. To get her taste on my tongue. Knowing I would have my moment soon, I spread my legs wider and put both hands on her head, urging her to probe deeper.

"Mmmmm....", it felt amazing. It had been too long since a woman had pleased me like this. I needed more.

I was staring down at her as wet slurping sounds filled my ears. She looked at me and I could see her smiling eyes even as she continued to work me so well. Her eyes then turned serious as she accelerated her licking and finger fucking, wanting to taste my release. She held my gaze until I couldn't hold back anymore.

I closed my eyes and pushed my head back while grinding myself onto her face. My pussy spasmed over and over as I gasped, cumming, covering her chin and mouth with my pleasure. This continued for several more minutes as she clearly savored the time with tender kisses on my sensitive slit. Letting me enjoy the heat of my climax.

I finally reached down and pulled her face up to me. We swirled our tongues together sharing the taste then I took some long slow licks, cleaning the cum from her chin and lips, letting her know how much I appreciate her hard work. Then we rolled over with Anna on her back. "It's my turn," I whispered to her. We were looking at each other. My hair fell to my side and she tucked it behind my ear. It was a tender moment.

The first time touching a new pussy is exhilarating. This was the moment I would get that perfect feeling today. I moved down her body. She was shaved. I wanted to tease her, at least attempt to do so for my own pleasure and for hers. As lightly as possible I brushed my fingers up and down the inside of her thighs. I moved close to her pussy lips and then backed away. I touched around, but never actually on her lips or clit. She was reacting well to my touches. I loved driving her crazy.

I decided to switch from fingers to lips. I scootched closer to her and as light as a feather, I kissed her pussy lips. No tongue, just a slow peck. Another moan from Anna.

"Please, I can't stand it anymore. Do it. I'm desperate. I need to cum," she begged me. Her light accent was just the perfect touch, and I felt my own sopping juices again. Anna earned her turn. It was time. I used my lips to pull on her left pussy lip, and then her right.

I spread her legs further apart, I moved my face close to her and got all the way down almost to her ass. Then, I licked up her left slit and then down her right.

"Ooooh myyyyy gooooood!" Anna exclaimed. I think she liked it.

My tongue made its way into every crevice. Over the course of the evening, we discovered that we both preferred to give. We worked each other for so much cum. Each of us was richly rewarded for our efforts.

Eventually, we stopped from sheer exhaustion. We had worn each other out. We were laying together and touching each other's arms and legs. I loved touching her skin. Not just the intimate parts of her body, but everything. I have never felt so comfortable with a woman before.

I like women physically. I find great joy in pleasuring women. I am attracted to them and love the process of being physical. But I have never wanted to date a woman before. I have never gotten close to a woman, outside of being good friends. Anna and I were mostly straight, and occasionally enjoyed women.

I fell asleep in her bed which I never do with women, a mark of our instant comfort together and the sheer pleasure of her touch. I awoke early in the morning to find her tongue hard at work on my already enlarged clit. I was eager to give her what she so obviously wanted and within minutes I was grinding into her chin and face again, loving the eager morning fuck. It was time to go but we each took a few more turns, not wanting to end the session and joking about what we would say about being late to work.

Finally, reluctantly, we said our goodbyes and made plans to see each other again.

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Over the next year, Anna and I occasionally spent a night together. We both dated men seriously, and in between we had each other. This worked for us.

One of the men who I was enamored with was Chris. He lived in Boston, I lived in New York City. We dated people in our own cities. But when we were together no one else mattered to me. The more time Chris and I spent together, the harder he made me cum. He appreciated my need to be mentally and physically stimulated at the same time.

As we fucked and explored each other, we realized that I had submissive tendencies. Specifically, I wanted to feel inferior to someone else. I did not want to serve someone like a slave, and I do not like pain or punishment. I just want a little mental torture knowing someone fucks my man better than me.

Chris whispers and tells me about the other women he fucks as he fingers me and I feel shame, jealousy and lots and lots of spasms in my pussy. I wish I knew why I wanted this so badly, but I do not understand. Regardless, Chris and I embrace this reaction from my pussy. We nurture it and explore new ways to make me more jealous and excited.

Chris came to New York one day and was staying with me. He was with Katarina, one of his ladies, the night before. "Do you want to know what she did to me last night?" he asked.

"Tell me," I responded.

"That long tight body of hers fucked me so well. She has had kids....and her pussy is still so much tighter than yours." This statement tortures me.

"I wish my pussy were as tight as hers," I said. And I was being honest.

"Me too, honey. I need those other pussies because yours is not tight enough for me. It is too loose," he continues his torment. "She looks at me when we fuck and her eyes sparkle. She is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked. I would never give her up for you. Or for anyone. You know that, right?"

This coupled with the fingering and the fucking pushes me over the edge. I am in trouble because I can have an endless orgasm that lasts for minutes. Chris's goal in life is to create the headspace for me to have these types of orgasms. He succeeds with the talk of Katarina and the rest of his harem. He delivers on his goal over and over.

I know Chris will never relent on this topic. I hate hearing about Katarina before and after sex, but my pussy responds so well to hearing about her during sex. Therefore, she will always be a topic of conversation when we fuck. I wish I did not cum so much when hearing about the other women, but I do. I would give anything to not react this way. Chris adores me, he loves it when I cum and he loves that this makes me cum. It's a win/win for him.

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One night I was with Anna and told her about Chris. She thought the relationship was emotionally difficult, but exciting. She loved hearing about my experiences with him. Of course, I had told Chris about Anna and Chris was dying to bring Anna into the mix. I was a bit worried, as I did not want Chris to like Anna more than me. And I did not want to feel like Anna was superior to me. When Anna and I were together, we were equals. Chris could make any of his women the cuckcakes. I did not know them; all I could do was fantasize about them. Anna is different. She and I have established some semblance of a relationship and I did not want our dynamic to change.

I have had threesomes, but I was always the unicorn. I was never in the situation where I was in the couple and someone else was the third. Knowing how my body reacts to jealousy, Chris would want to play into that as much as possible to get the most cum from me. He loves my cum and is obsessed with pushing the envelope. So far, the more he pushed, the more I came. I did not yet know where to draw the line.

Chris and I fantasized about Anna all the time. He knew I liked women; he knew about her. The fantasies about the three of us together and the mild degradation was just pillow talk. But soon he and I both wanted a threesome with her. I told Chris my concerns about not making this a cuckquean situation. He agreed that the fantasy and the reality would be different. He would not make this into the experience we had previously had with Katarina.

I wanted it, but I was nervous. In the fight between my pussy and my heart, my pussy won. I wanted the threesome. Anna was into it too. Chris, Anna and I would be in a room naked together.

Scheduling was hard. Anna traveled for work; Chris did not live in the same city, and our lives continued. Chris and I would fuck. Anna and I would fuck.

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One miraculous day, all of us were in the same city at the same time. I told Chris and his face lit up. Our threesome was finally going to happen. This would not be like the previous trysts with Jenny or Katarina. I would not be a voyeur, or inferior, or a cuckquean. This would simply be a fun threesome.

Or so I thought.

It was all so much easier. Anna and I were already comfortable together. She had seen pictures of Chris and heard all the stories. This felt light and less stressful by comparison to other times.

I was staying with Chris in a hotel. We met Anna downstairs at the bar. We had a few drinks. Chris and Anna had lots to discuss as they were in the same industry. She liked him and as he was getting drinks, she leaned over and whispered to me "He is so hot." Chris caught my eye from where he was standing and smiled. I knew he found Anna attractive and was excited.

For once, I was the aggressor. After a few rounds, I asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" I was eager to start. We ordered one more round of drinks to go and brought them upstairs.

We got into the elevator together. Anna's hand brushed up against my ass, Chris was looking at me and smiling. He noticed what was happening. I grabbed her hand and rubbed my thumb along hers. The feeling gave me chills.

It was summertime and Anna's wavy blond hair was down. She wore a white shirt dress and sandals. When we got to the room, Anna and I started immediately kissing.

"Allow me to take those drinks," Chris took our drinks from our hands and put them on a coffee table. He wanted both of my hands and Anna's hands to roam freely. We were pawing at each other hungrily. He sat comfortably on the couch in the suite and drank his bourbon, excited to sit and spectate before participating. We were already putting on a show happy to indulge him.

I could see Chris focused on Anna, taking in his first taste of her tight body. His eyes drifting to her. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like she kept sneaking glances at him making me already a bit jealous of their budding connection.

I was pulling Anna's dress up when I realized the little minx was not wearing panties.

"You're a dirty girl," I said to Anna in the best way.

"You love it," she said. Correct, I did, and brushed my fingers along her shaved pussy, feeling her body twitch at my touch.

Anna and I stood there kissing. Chris, no longer able to sit by himself, came up behind me and started undressing me as Anna and I continued to stand, kiss, and touch each other. He helped me take off my shirt as I had pulled Anna's dress over her head. I reached behind her to unclasp her bra as Chris had reached back to unhook mine.

Anna and I standing face to face with our bare breasts just an inch apart was a sight to behold. I loved her breasts. Each time I saw them, they made me smile. We kissed and our breasts pressed together.

Chris was still behind me with his hands touching Anna's waist. I could feel his head over my shoulder as Anna and I kissed. I pulled away so he could finally kiss her. I kissed Anna's neck as she and Chris shared their first kiss. I watched as their tongues swirled for the first time, listening as my two favorite lovers breathed hungrily together. Their first kiss was long. I stood to the side first, touching them both and then, as the kiss lingered, simply standing and watching the passion building between them. On her own Anna first undid his shirt and then his pants. I was almost afraid to interrupt as I watched her grip the outside of his stiffening shaft. Her hand cupped and massaged him as their tongue kissing accelerated.

Neither one was looking for me. And neither was waiting for me. My pussy pulsed, wanting to be a part of their deepening embrace. I could hardly breath.

It took a moment, but I gathered up my courage and grabbed her hand, pulling her away. "Let's show him more," I said to Anna as we moved into the bedroom portion of the suite. I pulled off my pants and Anna and I were giggling as we got on the bed kissing and touching. Chris trailed in behind us.

"You two start, I want to see you together," Chris said to us. And we did as we were told. I felt better as Anna shifted her attention back to me.

Anna pushed me on my back so she could lay on top of me. She and I loved kissing and could do it forever.

"I missed your pussy," Anna said to me. "It's been far too long since I've had a taste." Her hand was already between my legs and teasing my wettened slot.

Anna inched her way down my body kissing every part of me finally getting to her favorite part. She looked up at me and smiled before diving in.

I looked over at Chris to ask, "Are you enjoying the view?"

"Immensely," Chris responded.

"Come join us," I requested, expecting Chris to crawl up onto the bed with me. I wanted him to kiss me while Anna continued to please me.

Instead, Chris shifted his attention to Anna, and he approached her from behind. He ran his hands along her body and scratched his fingers along her ass. I was trying to focus on her tongue, but watched as he stared hard at her, his cock stiff. He leaned down and pushed his face into her pussy. I couldn't see him...but just a moment later her own relentless licking paused as he gave her a first release.

"YESSSS!!!" Anna exclaimed, taking a break from me to enjoy her first orgasm from Chris.

Anna cums quickly and easily, but that was fast even for her. She was clearly excited.

"Anna tastes good, doesn't she?" I asked Chris.

"She is delicious," Chris agreed with a muffled voice. He was apparently not coming to kiss me quite yet. I wanted to taste her on his tongue. To clean her off him.

"Fuck her," I urged him. I knew she was ready for it. She did not need any more time.

Typically, I would have wanted to assist Chris entering a new pussy for the first time, but I was enjoying the position I was in with Anna between my legs. I wanted to cum while watching him.

Chris pulled back and looked down at Anna's ass as she continued to kneel and lick between my legs. Her pussy glistened begging to be filled. He was mesmerized. He shuffled forward as she spread and arched her hips, creating room for him to enter. I could see the pleasure cross his face as he pushed into her. "Oh shit, Anna, you're so tight." He pushed his hips forward, his cock buried deeper in my friend's willing hole. I wanted him to look up at me and share that moment, but he continued to look down at his cock gripped in what I knew to be a much tighter box.

"Oh my god, yes, yes yes....yes!" She was cumming for him again. He was quickly getting the hang of working her sensitive pussy.

As Anna recovered, she paused and looked at me, "That is for you." It is true. Her orgasms are a gift. Chris found his stroke as he worked her with his stiff shaft. She started cumming periodically pulling away from me, disconnecting briefly and fucking back against his cock before resuming her work.

Watching him fuck her so well was distracting me. It took too long for Chris to look at me as he pumped her. He gave me the smiling acknowledgement I needed, licking his lips as a bit of sweat built up on his brow. And it was then I finally came, feeling secure that he remembered I was there. My pussy spasmed and Anna purred with happiness at her good work. It felt good and intense as my hips moved against her face.

Lost in my own pleasure, it took a moment to realize that Anna did not give me the tender follow-ups to which I was accustomed. Instead she immediately pushed away and up to all fours, fucking hard back against Chris's cock, his attention totally on her.