Too Late for Second Thoughts

I get out of bed and take her hand. Together we head toward the washroom.

I knew better at this point than to beg or argue. It looked like I'd be blue balling it tonight. Though with how chaotic and sexually voracious Jane had been acting this past week I still held out a slim hope something might happen. That hope quickly faded as the night wore on. She had spoken the truth earlier, Micheal had truly used her up. Outside of cleanup duty he'd left me nothing. She was fucked out for the night and had no interest in doing anything more.

She barely even glanced at my hard on as I cleaned off her soft soiled body in the shower, and when she did she'd just chuckle and shake her head. She seemed quaintly amused by my arousal. Her warm wet body felt so damn good in my hands as I scrubbed and cleaned the sweat and cum off of her. While she wasn't willing to do any more, she was still quite eager to talk.

As I lather her soapy tits she watches me with a sort of half a smile, I could tell her mind was elsewhere.

“Sounds like you had fun.” I open.

She nods. “God baby, they treat me like such a whore. All of them. Fucking their friend's girlfriend. Just using my body as a fuck toy. God! It's...it's so fucking hot. As much as it gets your little cuck dick hard watching a real man take me, it gets me so WET to see a real man get himself off with me. I just...I just love watching them look at me...with that desire. No love or anything complicated, just raw desire. I love getting them hard. I love that I can make them cum. I love how they use me like a slut. How they use me then send me back to you. God, they know how to treat a slut.”

“You like that? Do you want me to, um, start talking to you like...”

“No! Of course not. No, you keep treating me like a princess. That's your role. I need that too.” She giggles. “Besides, I could hardly take you serious now...after everything.”

I look at her grimly. “Not take me serious? You don't take me seriously?”

She smiles warmly and strokes my cheek as she explains in a patient voice. “Don't be like that, you know I love ya John.” She kisses me. “Thank you. Thank you for all of this. You've made me so happy.” She then pushes down my erection with the tip of her finger and allows it to spring back up. “And I know you're pretty happy too.”

I kiss her back. “Love you too baby.”

She smiles up at me. “Well...that's everyone. I guess we've got a party to plan.”

A party indeed. I had almost forgot about our idea to organize a big gangbang after my girlfriend had fucked all of my friends. We were so far off the original script at this point I'd barely given it a second thought. It looked like Jane still very much wanted to follow through however.

“Yeah.” Is all I say.

We clean up and towel off. Together we fix a small snack and before long we are on the couch watching one of her favorite shows. We cuddle together, eat our snacks, and watch the program. It doesn't take long for her to nod off asleep. She was exhausted. Tuckered out from a world class dicking from my hung black best friend.

Taking her in my arms I carry her to the bed and tuck her in. I look down at her pretty face framed by her long brown hair. She looked so peaceful, so content, and so happy. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I wish I was so at peace. As I crawl into my side of the bed I am simultaneously conflicted and horny as hell. I honestly didn't know how I felt about all of this. A part of me loved it. Loved it! I had never gotten off so hard so many times in my life. My libido was on super steroids. But everything else...I just didn't know. In less than two weeks EVERYTHING had changed. My girlfriend, her sister, and all of my closest friends now looked at me and Jane differently. How could they not. I was a cuck and she was their slut. Beyond that, my girlfriend and I didn't relate to each other the same anymore. The power dynamic had shifted radically. Our relationship had entered an entirely different phase with wide ranging ramifications I could only imagine. There was no chance things would go back to normal now. Bridges had been permanently burned and I still didn't know how to feel about it all.

I rub my eyes and let out a long sigh. Too late for second thoughts now.

Like an idiot I hadn't thought this far in advance when we began this adventure. I was too caught up in the erotic excitement of it all. I found myself wishing that perhaps we'd started with strangers or hired escorts. But we didn't and now we had to live with it. We dived straight into the deep end without a lifejacket.

Hearing the slow, deep, steady breathing of my girlfriend beside me I turn out the bedside lamp and close my eyes. With jumbled chaotic thoughts rattling around in my mind I am eventually able to get to sleep.