Your doubts resurface, but you don’t want to disappoint her.

You stroke her back reassuringly as your initial doubts from the morning resurface. You remember how good Sarah’s pussy felt, better than Karen’s in some respects. You imagine Karen in her place and Jakob in yours. Could you deal with Karen preferring Jakob to you? You think you can deal with it, but are ultimately unsure. Could you deal with another man enjoying Karen’s body, making love to her in front of you? You’re still not sure.

However, you remember how hot it had been to hear her fantasies. How much you had enjoyed and jerked off over her past. How much she, and you, had looked forward to Jakob and Sarah coming over. You remember the multiple times she warned you about the jealousy and the unease you now feel; how she never **** your hand, just made absolutely sure you were willing.

And you had been willing. Not only that, you had built up her hopes and expectations as well. You knew how badly she wanted this and you loved her too much to steal it away from her. Tomorrow and the two days after that, your girlfriend was going to enjoy Jakob and Sarah as much as she wanted; you were going to make damn sure of that. After they were gone, you could discuss whether an open relationship was in the cards or not.

You whisper in her ear, “You want to know what I want to do tomorrow?”

You feel her nod in assent. You move closer, making your warm breath tickle her lobes, “I want to see you in your fuck-me dress sitting on a chair with your pussy spread out and ready.” Your hands slide lower to her ass. “Then I want to spend all morning teasing and eating you out, making you wet and begging for release. But I won’t let you cum, oh no. I’m going to wait till Jakob arrives and then proudly offer your pussy to him. I want to see you cum all over his cock, I want to hear you moan his name, and when he’s filled you up: I want you to show me your slutty pussy with your new lover’s cum dripping out of it. This is my answer, love.”

You hug each other tight, her relief palpable. “I love you babe,” she whispers. “And that was really fucking hot. Do it to me please,” she begs.

“I’ll try my best. Also you really think I’m asshole enough to make you choose between your best friends or me? You guys have been close for so many years. It’s rare to have friends like these. All I have is Robert and we aren’t even that close.”

“Now if you had been a smart boy and experimented with him back in college,” she teases, “you two might be a lot closer now.”

You pinch her ass, making her squeal. “I liked fucking Sarah and I liked fucking her in front of you. I want to experience it from your end now. Tomorrow I won’t be thinking ‘My girlfriend is fucking another guy’, I’ll be thinking ‘My girlfriend is getting a great sexual experience’. And that makes me happy.