“As far as you are comfrortable,” I said. “What does this relationship look like — I mean with the three of us?”
“I’ve thought a lot about that. Matt and I have discussed it too. . . . I have to go soon. Matt will be here in a bit. I don’t want you to go away frustrated. Do you want to play a little game?”
“I don’t know how much I’ll be able to play. I’m about to blow my load now.”
Nikki giggled. “I have an idea. I’ll tell you what’s on my mind. If you don’t like it, just stop playing what you’re doing,” she said, referring to me masturbating.
“I’ll know to back off and we can talk about something else. But if you like it, and if you want to cum tonight, I’ll take it as permission to live out my fantasy. Deal?”
“Deal!” I said a bit too enthusiastically.
Nikki turned around showing me her ass beneath her little dress.
“I love your ass, your body,” I said.
Nikki turned and looked directly into my eyes. “So does Matt,” she said very seriously. She stared at me for a moment testing my reaction. Testing the waters to see how I’d handle the humiliation.
Then she said, “Since you are ok with all of this, and it’s obviously turning you on, I have something to tell you. . . . I told Matt that if you were ok with everything, I’d give him something special tonight.” Then Nikki looked at the camera and smiled. “Do you want to see what I’m wearing under this dress?”
I nodded.
“Do you want to see what I’m wearing for my boyfriend?” Nikki got up and left for a minute. She returned wearing the white sheer lingerie she wore on our wedding night. It was a sheer teddy with a bow tied in back. Underneath the teddy, I could see the sheer bra and tiny thong panties that barely covered her pussy.
“If you don’t want me to wear this I won’t. I don’t want you to be angry. But I do want you to make you jealous. I thought it would make you really jealous if I wore the lingerie I wore on our wedding night. It’s symbolic. Remember what happened?” Nikki took off the teddy, so now she was sitting there in her skimpy lingerie.
I could hardly breathe. I remembered very well. I couldn’t get hard because I had too much to drink. We didn’t even have sex on our wedding night. I remember how disappointed Nikki seemed at the time. That she would bring this up hurt deeply.
She continued, “I have a special night planned for Matt. And if you keep masturbating, I swear I’m going to do it.”
Of course I kept masturbating. “Do what?” I asked hesitantly.
“I’m going to give Matt what you couldn’t have. I’m going to let him claim me and do to me what I wish you could have done on our wedding night.”
“You mean . . .?” I stammered.
“Can you handle it if I let him take me naturally — without a condom and let him cum inside me? Because I want that. I want to feel him like that.”
I stared at Nikki without saying a word.
“Does that hurt?” She asked. “You need to tell me right now, because unless you tell me otherwise . . . until you get back . . . I’m his.” Nikki looked dead into my eyes and added, “Completely.”
“If you’re ok with that, I need you to say it. Tell me you want your friend to take me away from you until you get back.”