Chapter 3

After that last time we got wild together, I opened up way more to thoughts about sex. To help you get me, I’d never been that open to this kinda stuff, didn’t think about it much, and was the type to judge anyone who did. I still don’t know how I mustered the guts to go along with it. My boyfriend had offered me up to one of his buddies, and even though I’m ashamed I said yes, every time I remember it, I get insanely turned on. That thought hits me sometimes when I’m driving to college, and on one of those trips, I ended up slipping my hand under my skirt to rub one out while I drove.

This past week was a huge shift in my head, full of big changes. I wanted to do it again and kept watching crazy shit online, weirdly getting off on it. I had to rein myself in. This one idea wouldn’t leave my brain: What if I paid him back by giving him a girl? But how the hell was I gonna find one? I couldn’t just ask my close friends — they’d freak out first, then judge me and ghost me. I had no clue who it could be. Deep down, I wanted to hire a hooker, but back then I had all these hang-ups, and I wasn’t sure if Pedro would go for it. It was supposed to be a surprise.

I remembered this old friend of mine, a super hot girl who’d been in my class freshman year. She was a total slut. Always spilling her wild stories to all of us. Half of ‘em I think were bullshit, and the other half she definitely exaggerated. She knew Pedro’s rep from the year before us back then. Kept saying she’d hook up with him, but never did ‘cause he was too young for her. She and I are just a year older than him. I grabbed my phone and set up a meet to catch up and gossip.

We hit up a little bar. I figured I’d need to get buzzed to spill about what Pedro and I did, but I didn’t even have to — we dove straight into dirty talk, and it came out easy. I told her I wanted to find someone for him, and that I wanted to watch.

“Whoa, girl! You’re just gonna sit there and watch?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah! I don’t like girls…”

“If you did, I’d be down,” she said all seductive.

“Get outta here, unfortunately I don’t swing that way, friend.”

And it was true — I don’t go for girls, it kills my vibe completely. The most lesbian thing I’d done was kiss a friend once. We were wasted, and it was just to settle a bet.

“Show me a pic of him, girl.”

“Here…” I said, pulling up his Instagram.

“I think I’m in…”

“For real, you crazy? I wasn’t hinting or anything, just sharing.”

“If you want, I’m game, but I got my conditions.”

“Fair enough, and what are they?”

Her conditions weren’t tough — pretty much the same ones I’d given Pedro. The difference was she wanted it all in one go and the right to bail anytime, but the last one threw me hard.

“I’ll only do it if you let me eat you out!” That was her final condition.

“But I don’t like girls.”

“That’s why I said I’d go down on you, not the other way around. Take it or leave it!”

“I’ll think about it.”

That made me wanna bail completely. Like I said, girls kill my horniness on the spot, but it was either that or pay for a pro. I decided to stick with her and pray she’d forget about munching me. We set the day — Pedro was coming over to my place. I planned to tell him I got some new lingerie to wear for him, so he’d get himself ready too. When he showed, I’d lead him to the bedroom where she’d be waiting all dolled up. I scheduled her an hour early in case the slut ran late.

I swear I almost backed out, but she showed up two hours early, dragging a suitcase and another chick with her. I was stunned, wondering who the hell this random woman loaded with bags was that she’d brought to my house. I chilled when she said it was a makeup artist to do our hair and faces. She was really going all out on this, and of course I offered to chip in at least half.

My friend all done up was gorgeous. Day-to-day, she rocked messy hair piled on top of her head and thick-rimmed glasses hiding her face. She wasn’t some bombshell — just petite and girlfriend-cute, with medium tits and a perky little ass. She got ready first, and damn, it even gave me a little tingle seeing her in a red and black corset and high heels, makeup on point and hair styled. Through the lace of her panties, you could see she’d shaved everything bare. I like keeping mine trimmed high up front — Pedro doesn’t love it when I go totally smooth.

“Damn! That’s got me all hot!” I said, fanning myself as I checked her out.

“You like?” she asked, arching her back and playing sexy.

I really got a little shaken seeing her like that! Swear to God. But the thought passed quick. I wasn’t gonna dress up that fancy — the idea was she was the gift, not me. But I threw on a long robe with nothing underneath and some thigh-high stockings.

“And you? Open that robe!”

I opened it, and she burst out laughing. The reason? I’d planned to go commando under the robe, but while waiting for him, I didn’t wanna walk around panty-less, so I’d thrown on these pink cotton panties with a unicorn print that clashed hard with the stockings and heels. I got pissed till I figured out what she was cracking up about, then I lost it laughing with her.

Pedro had just called saying he was on his way with wine and snacks.

“I’m nervous, I don’t know if I’ll like watching him hook up with someone,” I confessed.

“Girl, if you want, I’ll bounce right now and he won’t even know, but you’re paying for my hair and makeup!” she said, cracking up.

“No, for fuck’s sake, I can’t back out now — I really wanna give him this.”

She came over to me. I thought she was gonna hug me, but she smacked my ass and tweaked my nipple poking through the satin robe. It made me jumpy, and I pulled away, hunching over.

“Back off, you dyke!” I protested.

“I wanna see later in the heat if you’re gonna tell me to back off!” she said all cocky.

“You’re not fucking me, girl.”

“But I am gonna eat you out.”

“God, I thought you’d forget about that.”

“Girl, I love turning straight girls!” she said, laughing.

“My pussy stinks!”

“Let me see,” she said, shoving her hand in.

Our messing around stopped when the intercom buzzed, and she bolted to the kitchen, chugged some water, and ran to my bedroom. I yanked off my panties and tossed ‘em in the bathroom hamper — they were soaked. “Is it ‘cause of her or the whole setup?” I was turned on but not sure exactly why. I positioned myself by the door and waited for him, listening to the sounds.

“Hey babe!” I greeted, letting him see what I was wearing and imagining what might be underneath.

“Nanda…” He said my name but couldn’t get more out, just pointed at the bags, totally lost.

He kissed me and dumped the stuff in the kitchen. When he came back to the living room, I’d ditched the robe — was naked except for the stockings and heels. He didn’t know where to put his hands and settled on pulling me into a hug.

“Babe, no, hold up… Hands off, ‘cause tonight I’ve got a present for you, and I hope you like it.”

“What are you up to, huh!?” he asked, grinning, probably thinking he’d get to fuck me.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Tonight you’re gonna need to behave real good, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I opened the door and went in. From the hallway, when he saw what was on my bed, he froze — couldn’t say a word or move. For a second, I thought he’d be pissed at me. He looked at me and smiled, trying to figure if it was for real. She was stunning, sitting on the headboard all sexy with her hands up over her head.

“Sit here, Pedro. Tonight I’m gonna take care of you, and Nanda’s just gonna watch!”

“You cool with that, babe?”

“Of course, you dummy. I’ll sit right here watching you.”

He came over all excited to kiss me, but I was shaking I was so nervous. I was about to watch my boyfriend for the next hour pounding someone else right in front of me. It was gonna be one hell of a night… “Do other hotwives feel like this?” I needed to breathe, so I went to the kitchen for some wine — I needed a drink. I figured I’d open it in the bedroom so I wouldn’t miss anything. When I got back, she was on her knees at the edge of the bed, making out with him. Bit by bit, I could see her getting more into it. It was weird watching his hands roam a body that wasn’t mine. Pedro’s rough, and he wasn’t holding back with her — he yanked her by the waist, and she let out an involuntary “ow” of surprise.

Pedro decided to strip everything off at once — he was kinda frantic. When she saw his cock, her face went to pure panic and awe, her little smile all awkward now. She was scared of what was coming. I knew exactly what she was thinking: “That thing’s gonna rip me apart…” or “Is that gonna fit inside me?” Of course it would fit, and no ripping, but you gotta be careful not to hurt her.

“God, it’s huge, girl.”

“Suck it, I wanna see how much you can take…”

She had him sit and grabbed his dick, which wasn’t fully hard yet. She started jerking him off, focusing on the head like I’d told her. She was still staring in amazement — I knew right then she was thinking how soft the skin was and how heavy it felt.

“Spit on his cock.”

Instead of listening, she went straight for it with her mouth, taking as much as she could. He let out a little moan, and I started digging what I was seeing. She knew what she was doing — her naughty tongue swirling all over the head, giving little sucks on the tip. Pedro was loving it, glued to her without blinking. Sometimes he’d glance at me like asking permission to keep going. It hit me weird remembering when that guy was fucking me, I never once looked at Pedro like that.

“Wanna join, babe?” he called.

“I wanna watch you fuck her. I’ll go after.”

I wanted to sound as confident as I was pretending to be. Pedro’s cock was at full mast now, and she was doing her best to suck and stroke it. He lost it when she started licking his balls while jerking him. He loves that. I was on the couch at the head of the bed, totally naked, one hand between my legs gently squeezing. I felt a bit shy about spreading open — not fully relaxed seeing them there, but I liked it. I pinched my nipple and didn’t blink, watching them. I wanted to climb on the bed and jump Pedro, but the deal was I stay out like he did last time. Now I get how hard that was for him.

She was gearing up to ride him now, slathering on way too much lube — didn’t need that much, but better safe. She slid down easy, but made a pained face. First time in, you always gotta go slow to adjust right. Once she passed halfway, she seemed good with that — maybe couldn’t take more — and started riding. Slow and sensual, knowing she had an audience, putting on a real show.

“Am I doing it right, Nanda?”

“He’s the one who should say!”

“It’s amazing,” he stammered.

She ground her hips in rhythm, letting him slide almost all the way out then slamming back down. I was shocked seeing it live and felt this uncontrollable heat building. I spread my legs and went straight for my clit, putting on my own little show. She was moaning, her body losing it, leaning forward as she had to pause to catch her breath.

“You about to cum already?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

Pedro was holding back from blowing, glancing at me sometimes to check what I was doing, and I’d give him a slutty smile back.

“Pound her, babe. Pound away?”

She was on top, so he hugged her to hold her steady and started thrusting up hard — brutal. He fucked fast, and when he tired, switched to deep, powerful slams. She was screaming, her eyeliner running with tears.

“Shut your mouth, girl!” I yelled, scared the neighbors would hear her racket.

She bit her wrist to muffle it and looked at me in desperation — she was cumming, hard, and I knew it was dragging on. She couldn’t get off him, trapped in his arms as he wrecked her. I knew exactly how it felt — that massive fullness stretching every inch of her pussy, hitting every spot, the involuntary spasms and the immobilizing waves of orgasm.

She was spent, lying on the bed laughing and satisfied. From the couch, I eyed her spread, soaked pussy — red and swollen. Anyone touching it right then would shock her senseless.

To be continued in Part 2