Chapter 1

Some things happen in life that, when we look back, we can’t believe we actually did them. Back then, I’d been dating Pedro for a little over a year, this guy I wasn’t even that into. He was a total pushover, no spine at all, and the shit he did pissed me off constantly. It was like he needed his mom’s okay for every damn thing, and the dude was already eighteen.

I wanted to dump his ass and was being a real bitch in our talks, stirring up fights just to kill the relationship. Why didn’t I just end it? Hell if I know. He had this dumb jealousy thing going, grilling me on how many guys I’d kissed or fucked, playing these little mind games to dig it out. I still remember that one convo crystal clear.

” Babe, you ever fantasize about other guys?” he asked, all lovey-dovey, trying to mask his paranoia.

” You know… Yeah, actually. I wanna fuck some other dude right in front of you, ride his cock real good and stare you down with a slutty grin!”

I don’t usually talk dirty like that or drop words like those, but I was so fucking fed up with him that I just went for it. If he flipped out, I’d tell him to fuck off! After that chat, Pedro clammed up. He hated the answer and barely said a word to me the rest of the night, looking all deep in thought. I was pretty used to it by then; any time I brought up my sex life before him — which wasn’t all that wild — he’d get all jealous and pouty.

Some time passed, and I totally forgot about it, until one weekend…

” Babe, what do you think of this guy?” he asked, shoving his phone in my face with some dude’s Instagram pic.

” Fuck, man! How old are you? What kinda stupid jealousy is this!” I got pissed right off the bat, and I had no clue it was about to lead to one of the biggest shocks of my life.

” Easy, babe… I just got stuck on that fantasy you mentioned and thought maybe we could make it happen,” he said, feeling out my vibe.

I was too stunned to even reply. My brain flatlined on the spot from the suggestion. Once it rebooted, I got suspicious first, hunting for some trap, but bit by bit it sank in that he was dead serious. I snatched the phone and scrolled his pics. Guy was around twenty-two, built solid, square jaw, and a smile that could melt you. He was way hotter than my usual type; I wasn’t sure I could even hook up with someone like that.

” Pedro, what’d you tell him?” I asked, freaking out about my name floating around out there.

” I didn’t tell him shit.”

” So how you gonna bring it up?” I pressed, dying to know how he’d pull it off.

” Well… He’s in my program. I figured I’d drop a hint. We talk fantasies sometimes, and he’s tried some wild stuff. Thought he might bite…”

That talk went on longer than I’m making it sound. Pedro was being careful, dead serious about it. The whole idea started lighting up my brain, and I was getting flushed, soaking wet just thinking about it. I could feel my panties clinging, all damp and steamy. We decided to hang out a bit before Pedro pitched it to him. I wanted the guy to check me out, want me too, for us to click at least a little — without him knowing what was coming next. That’s how it went down. We met up two or three times. He was drop-dead gorgeous, crazy nice, with this voice that gave me chills. Turns out we had tons in common, and we got tight fast.

Then one Saturday, Pedro hits me up early:

” Babe, it’s going down tonight. Get yourself ready.”

” If I chicken out, you won’t be pissed?”

” Nah, babe, this is all for you!”

After I hung up, I gotta admit, all I could think about was Pedro. How’s he gonna handle it after? Why the hell was he pushing this? The jealous prick suddenly going all open-minded? Was he gonna off us both post-fuck? My head was spinning for answers, and then it hit me — something I’d never considered: Pedro gets off on being a cuckold! It clicked perfectly. He wasn’t prying out of jealousy; it turned him on picturing me with other guys! I was floored, but it made me way more pumped for the ride.

That night, Pedro swung by to pick me up, and in the car, he laid it out: if I wasn’t feeling it, he’d back off, no pressure, or I could bail anytime. I clocked that Pedro was rock hard the whole drive. I glanced over and saw this huge grin of pure joy on his face. I unzipped his jeans and started stroking his stiff cock nice and slow on the way. I was itching to suck him off quick, but no dice — the street was jammed; Friday night, bars hopping with crowds.

The guy had a spot in a townhouse right on the street, a cozy little student pad, all tidy and put-together. When I walked in, I was awkward as hell, no clue what to say or do. We gonna start making out on arrival? So, we fucking now? I had zero idea how it’d kick off — or if it even would!

He was chilling in just shorts and a tee, all relaxed at home. And damn, he smelled amazing! Fresh haircut, clean-shaven, pearly whites, and that smile was killer. Total charmer, and from the bulge, packing something promising! Don’t hate; yeah, I checked it out! Nobody seemed jittery, playing it cool. We chatted, knocked back drinks, and after the first hour, I was itching to know when shit would pop off.

” You guys want another round of caipirinhas?” I asked, scooping up the glasses and heading to the kitchen for batch three. He trailed after me.

” Lemme help. Pedro, throw on some tunes,” he called, following me in.

In the kitchen, we mixed the drinks, bullshitting about nothing, when he dropped it:

” Pedro talk to you?” he asked, slicing limes.

” Uh-huh,” I mumbled, embarrassed, dodging his eyes and the sly smirk I couldn’t shake.

I watched his hands ditch the knife and stuff on the counter. One hand slid to my waist from behind. His body heat hit me like a wave when he pressed up, eyes locked on mine, waiting. I giggled nervously, ran my hand over his chest, and laid one on him. His kiss was soft, slow, dripping wet. His fingers wove into my hair, our bodies grinding tighter. I felt how ready he was, his hard cock throbbing against me. The kiss turned hungry, sharing that hot breath. He groped my tits through my top, and I squeezed his tight ass. Something throbbed deep inside me, this fire building. I wanted to fuck him a thousand times over. Goosebumps raced across my skin. He nipped my earlobe light, trailing down my neck to my shirt’s edge. I craved being bare, letting his lips roam every inch — but we got busted.

” You two started already?” Pedro asked from the kitchen doorway.

I jumped like I’d been caught stealing, feeling guilty as sin. But he was beaming. I had nothing, just flashed an awkward smile. The guy took my hands gentle and led me off. I knew it was the bedroom. Passing Pedro in the door, I leaned in for a kiss.

” Nope, tonight you’re all his!”

Can’t even put into words how that revved me up. I was game for whatever. In the bedroom, we made out fierce while stripping down buck naked, yanking clothes off in a frenzy — by the time Pedro grabbed a seat, everything was piled on the floor. My new fuck buddy shoved me onto the bed no fuss, and I figured he’d kiss me more, but nope — straight to my pussy. No warm-up, just a rough, demanding lick and a hard suck that hit like lightning. His mouth grazed me first, and I braced for that uneasy vibe when you’re not prepped, but instead, it was damn near an orgasm. He went rough, biting, jamming his thick fingers in deep, fingering me hard and fast. I moaned loud, loving every second, begging for more in my head. All the while, Pedro watched with a grin.

” Get her set up so you can eat that pussy,” Pedro ordered.

I propped up on the bed, and he stepped up, cock standing tall — first real look at it hard. Handsome dude with an ugly dick. I thought, kinda bummed. Too crooked, veins all funky; Pedro’s was gorgeous, just too damn huge to be perfect! I turned the guy sideways and went down on him, eyes on Pedro. Started with tongue flicks on the head, probing under the foreskin, then no warning — shoved as much as I could in my mouth, sucking slow in and out. Loved that hot, velvety feel, like soft leather on my tongue. Barely any taste, just a hint of salt. I planted little kisses on the tip, glancing at Pedro, his face lit up with raw lust.

” What do you want him to do to me, babe?”

” Hit it doggy style, yeah?”

I took it like a command, chest down on the bed, gripping Pedro’s hand while waiting for the young stud to slide in. Love that spot — makes me feel exposed, always bracing for a rough thrust that amps the thrill. But his came easy, his cock teasing my asshole first — I tensed up no — and then brushing my soaked pussy lips, lining up at the entrance, easing in slow. I felt every inch stretch me, filling me up, parting my slick walls. Pleasure buckled my knees; I let out a deep moan, nails biting into Pedro’s hand.

What kicked off gentle turned into a wild pounding, yanking my hair back as I screamed my ecstasy. He slammed deep, powerful strokes at a steady, spot-on rhythm. He growled, fighting the edge, his hips getting sloppy — he’d blow before me. Right before he lost it, I arched forward, pulling him out.

” Tease!” the guy groaned, stroking himself. Pedro cracked up!

” She pulls that shit every time — gotta cum first!” Pedro said.

” Damn right, or you dudes always leave me hanging!” I shot back, laughing as I flipped onto my back, knees up, pillow under my ass — one of my go-to spots!

He climbed on, but I kept him kneeling — no full mount — as he thrust back in, my pussy a total flood. I yanked Pedro by the ear, parking his head right under my belly by my bush, prime view of this stud railing me. Pinned him there, fingers twisted in his hair. Each pump, his cock slipped free — I was drenched — poking my outer lips or grazing my ass, standard slip-up. Pretty sure once it smacked Pedro’s face; I saw the guy wince, but Pedro played it cool, so I rode it out till I exploded. Didn’t take long — the whole scene had me on fire. As I crested, he clamped down, pinning me, not letting me squirm away, hammering till I shattered. Long, brutal waves; I wailed, moaning like a banshee.

I could tell the guy was close, all jerky with weird grunts, then he slipped out — no hot load flooding my insides, I’d feel that burn. He hovered near, but no cock brush on my thighs or crotch; he was unloading, trembling moans. Took me a sec, but he was busting in Pedro’s mouth — Pedro sucking him dry. I was shocked shitless, bit my tongue to not gasp or laugh, sparing the awkwardness. Pedro nursed him a few seconds, gulped it down, acted like zip. The guy scanned my face for a tell, got nothing but confusion.

That was our first time. To be continued.