Shawn and Haze live out their sexual fantasies by being apart of a lifestyle that encourages them to explore their sexual fantasies freely. But happened when one breaks the rules and the freedom to have sex with more then one partner is taken too f...
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What would this nigga think if he only knew? what would this nigga do if we told the truth? That question pondered through mind as I laid there in the arms of 2 men. I could feel Jaron as he groped my ass and I watched as Haze slept like a newborn baby. I just had the best sex of my life and I feel so bad about it. I watched my fiancé fall into a slumber, as Jaron was getting ready to slide in for round 2. I wrapped my arms around my fiancé so I could have something to hang onto, while Jaron gripped my hair and covered my mouth as
he thrust inside of me long and hard. This shit was wrong on so many levels, to be in the bed with your partner all while having sex with another, but it felt so damn good. "I love you" he said as he went deeper inside of me. No words could be spoken in response because the air was trapped in my lungs as I neared an orgasm. "I'm about to cum." I managed to whisper in between breaths. I let go of Haze as he still lay there sound asleep. What kind of man falls asleep following a threesome leaving the other man to make sure his women was satisfied? "I'm about to make you cum again baby, one more time for me." Jaron seductively whispered in my ear. He pulled me to the end of the bed and continued to fuck me from behind until we both climaxed together. Looking over at Haze I didn't know rather to be disappointed or ashamed. I couldn't believe he was out after one round laying his ass over there sleep like he had just fucked a marathon of bitches. I was ashamed and disappointed with myself at the same time. Because for the first time I had also broke the lifestyle rule. Never invite your side nigga in bed with your main. "I think you should go Jaron." I said as I began picking up his cloths and shoving them in his arms. "What are you tripping for?" Jaron asked like he didn't see anything wrong with what we had just done. "Are you fucking serious, what we just did was wrong Jaron. You should have never agreed." "And that nigga should have never offered. A chance to fuck you is a chance I would
never pass up." His cockiness was so damn disrespectful, yet so damn sexy at the same time, and as shallow as it may be, I was loving every bit of it. At that point you could tell he was getting offended; you could hear the frustration in his voice as he began to get louder. I looked back and watched as Haze began to stir in his sleep. Hoping his ass just stayed sleep. "You already fuckin me though Jaron." He cut me off. "I know and this was just a bonus, that nigga can't handle you. He just laid over there snoring while I went in for round two." Besides after all this man has put you through, you still feeling sorry for dude. Be for real Shawn, because eventually you're going to have to choose. He put his cloths on as I sat watching him on the edge of the bed. He gripped my chin and pulled my face into his and kissed me passionately before walking out the door. I laid back down, crawled under Haze and fell asleep with the thoughts of tonight's escapades on my mind and how it all began.
