“Why would you ever think that, Beth? Why would you want to do what she asked?”
“I … I don’t know. She’s my friend and I wanted to make her happy.”
“You mean you wanted to make you happy!”
She looked ashamed at that point, and very uncertain.
“Go on,” I told her.
“I … I came here to change from my work dress and put on the jeans you saw. Kim and Gayle mocked me about the way I dressed to go to the party. ‘We’re not going to a cookout,’ Kim said. She was wearing a one-piece sleeveless dress, five inches above her knees. She looked hot, so she took me into her wardrobe in her bedroom. She asked me which dress I liked. Every one of them was as short or even much shorter, than what she wore.
“I said I always wore bigger, longer ones, but she insisted on me trying them on. I wore one and she said I looked hot and beautiful. I said I couldn’t go out in it, especially without my husband. I tried to call you and she asked me if I was so dependent that I needed to ask your permission for everything I do, trying to embarrass me.
“She took my phone and pulled me out of the room, forcefully. Gayle and Fernando gave me eager applause, which raised my confidence and distracted me.”
“Beth, I can’t believe you were that naive.”
“I’m sorry!” She cried.
“Sometimes you can act like such a stupid girl. Go on.”
“We went to a party and we drank. After a while, we saw Fernando’s ex. She was hotter than hell. Fernando asked me to pretend I was his girlfriend and he hugged me and kissed me deeply and passionately. I think it was the drinking which made me want to do it. He was very gentle after all…”
“I can’t believe you were that stupid, Beth.”
“I … I’m trying to tell you … Oh, it is stupid!”
“Go on, Beth.”
“We eventually drove back to Kim’s home and Fernando left. When I was alone with Kim, I asked about how she sucks Gayle since he has such a big cock. She asked, ‘Would I be wanting to know?’ I said yes, and then what she replied made me angry, so I left.”
“Honey, what did she tell you?”
“You will get angry also, so leave it. I am going to go make a coffee.”
“Why wouldn’t I be an angry guy after you had a real date?”
“It was just pretending.”
“Well, I won’t get angry with you for what Kim said to you, but you better tell me.”
“It makes me nervous that If I wanted to know how she does it, she would show me, but won’t tell me.”
That day I thought about Beth seeing Kim and Gayle fucking. Somehow, the idea made me hot in bed, so I asked, “Are you interested in seeing Kim suck Gayle’s cock?” She said no. I fucked her again and in between I asked her to go give it some thought.
Saturday evening Beth got a phone call, and I could hear her say ‘no’ and cut the phone.
I asked, “Was it Kim?”
“Yes.”
“Was it about watching them?”
“Yes – and I said no.”
“You can watch if you want.”
“You want me to watch?”
“Yes.”
“What if they tried to do something with me?”
“Go along with it, if you want.”
“Do you want me to be a slut?”
“No, I don’t want it, I just want you to be free. If you like something, do it, don’t ask my permission, but later you must tell me what it was.