Entry 2

I lay there in the King Size bed, Jack's arms wrapped around me spooning with his cum leaking out of me like we had done so many times before. But there was a little sense of dread in my mind. Was I really going to admit to him that it turned me on imagining him with other women? Even if my mind was still racing my body was tired from the exertion of being ruthlessly fucked and in my lover's arms I fell asleep.

I awoke the next day still with the question on my mind. At breakfast I watched my friends, imagining them in various states of undress. On their knees, on their backs, their bodies intwined with my own as Jack would fuck us both. My panties were wet and I was glad my bra had padding because my nipples would've been showing in anything thinner.

Sat opposite me were Jack's best friend Ben and his wife Charlotte, they had gotten married young and he was a lucky guy. Charlotte was a tall slim blonde with boobs to spare and being honest I'm a little jealous of them, even at breakfast the cleavage was out. Down the table a little was Niamh, she was petite, Irish and feisty. Jet black hair and a couple tattoos, I had always wondered what she would be like in bed. Then finally of those who had arrived at breakfast was Elodie a sweet French girl who was very openly bisexual. She looked much like myself, petite with brunette hair but her accent was so sexy. I could only imagine the noises she would make whilst on the verge of orgasm.

"You've barely eaten, are you feeling ok?" Jack asked looking at me and then my plate of untouched fruit and toast.

"Yeah, I'm ok was just thinking about something," I replied blushing really hard. He smirked but for once my lust wasn't for him alone.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful we went out, looked at a few shops and then found a local restaurant for tea. Back in bed I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't at least admit to Jack a little about how I was feeling.

"Ummm Jack, I ummm have something I want to talk about but it's kinda embarrassing," I said looking away from his eyes.

"You know, you can tell me anything sweetheart, I'm not going to judge you." He replied placing an arm around me and snuggling me to his chest.

"You know when we were at the beach yesterday, how did you feel about the other girls," I asked, Shit that wasn't really what I meant.

"Sweetheart I'm not going to tell you that I didn't have a look or two but you know that I only have eyes for you," he said gently stroking my face with his hand.

"No, I didn't mean it like that, I meant didn't you notice how much they were checking you out, it was. it was..." I stuttered the last few words.

"It was what?" He asked.

"It was HOT," I blurted out.

"You found it hot that the girls were checking me out?"

"Ummm yes... I love how desirable you are, how much they want you and the things you could do to them?"

"I don't quite understand, You imagine me fucking them?"

"Yes, uuuggghhh you must think I'm so weird," I started crying gently it was so overwhelming.

"No, I don't think you're weird. Well maybe a little sometimes but not for this. I just don't understand"

"I want to watch you fuck other girls, and maybe have some threesomes," I said, wiping the small tears from my eyes. It was out and I was a mess for it.

"You what? Sweetheart I only have eyes for you, why would I do that, don't you feel good enough?" He said wiping more of the tears from my eyes.

"It's not that I don't feel good enough but I want to share you, I want to have these great experiences and play out our fantasies,"

"But what if you regret it, I don't want to be fucking another girl and you decide midway that you don't like it. I don't want to lose you over sex.."

"I promise I won't" I said but I didn't know that was true was I really willing to risk the love of my life to play out this fantasy.