Move to the couch

Josh could be a bit timid, I knew, and after getting dumped pretty recently, I could imagine that his confidence was at a low ebb. Megan was all smiles, laughing at Josh’s lame jokes, and even shaking her braless titties a bit as she did, but Josh couldn’t seem to imagine that she was doing it purposefully. I watched him even avoid looking down her shirt or at her ass, and I appreciated that at least some of that was out of respect for me. He really was a good guy.

A friend you can trust at work is a rare thing, and it should be rewarded.

We put on a game and sat on the couch, and Megan flounced down between us. When Josh was talking she’d turn to face him, smiling like a bimbo, and letting her knees “accidentally” rest against his leg. As she scooted back and forth, turning to look at each of us as we bullshitted about the game, she let her skirt ride up higher and higher. When she turned towards me, her skirt dragged further and I could see her bare pussy easily. When she turned back I could tell Josh had the same view, but just blushed and turned back to the game.

Poor guy.

“Listen Josh,” I said finally, “I’m glad you were able to make it. I didn’t really want to talk about this in the office. You know how some of those guys are…. But I feel Megan and I really owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“Uh… for what?” he said, uncertainly. I could tell he knew what I was getting at but didn’t want to acknowledge it in front of Megan.

“Megan?” I said, raising an eyebrow at her.

Her smile slipped only for a second. I was probably the only one who noticed it. She turned towards him smiling and leaned forward offering a unmistakable view of her cleavage and resting both of her hands on this thigh.

“Well, Josh, I really appreciate you showing Mike that video of me cheating on him. You know, the one where I let that guy just finger me right in the middle of that party? And then drag me into the room to fuck me?”

“Uh…”

“Really, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’d never done anything like that before. I thought I was a good girl, and I wanted to just be a good wife to Mike one day, to be a successful doctor and be a respected member of society. But now, Mike and I both know the truth…”

Josh was speechless, sitting up rigid on the couch taut as a high tension cable with his jaw slightly agape. But at least now he was looking at Megan, his eyes darting from her face to her chest, to her hands on his thighs and back again.

“You see Josh,” she continued, “Once you showed Mike what a whore I really am, he was able to make me see it too. Now we both know that I’m just a fucktoy, meant to be used and abused by men. Yeah, I know it’s shocking, I was raised to think men should put me on some kind of pedestal, but I really am nothing more than a set of holes for them to get off in. And Mike has really shown me my place. You see, I’m just his sex **** now. I do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. No more cheating either. I only fuck guys when Mike wants me to, because he owns me. And we are both soooo much more happy this way.”

Josh looked like he was profoundly uncomfortable, but that embarrassment was also turning quickly to arousal. Megan giggled when she saw his erection straining in his pants and moved one of her hands onto it as Josh sat, still frozen.

“You see?” She said, “This is what my body does to men, and it’s what I’m for. I exist to get men hard and then get them off. And I really, really want to thank you for your part in helping me finally realize that.”

“It’s alright Josh,” I said, grinning at both Megan’s excellent performance and Josh’s discomfort, “Everything she said is true. I’m grateful too. That’s why I invited you – you’re a good friend and that sort of thing shouldn’t go unacknowledged. So, you can feel free to use her however you want today. And you know, since you’re between girls I want you to take her cell number in case you need some jerk off material. Just shoot her a text with what you want.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, rubbing his erection, “Just text me anytime. I take requests. I'll pose for you, show you wantever you want. You can even tell me to shove something into my holes and take a picture and I’ll send it to you as soon as I can. It would make me happy. But first, do you want me to do something about this thing in your pants?”

I looked to Josh, whose face was slowly starting to transform into a perverted smile.