Showing off Kim (complete 'shared gf' story)

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ONE
I'd gone out ******** with a co-worker, and we ended up talking about trends in porn, and he let slip that his fiancée had picked up a couple of guys in Vegas and he liked it. Felt it had done their relationship a lot of good. Said he was excited about getting married now, that it didn't mean an end to sex.
Then a few weeks later a guy I knew from high school visited and told us this crazy story.
Cal was travelling up the West Coast, doing his On The Road thing 50 years too late. He was passing through San Francisco and I invited him to stay at my place.
To be honest, I had a lot to be proud of, and a lot I wanted to show off.
I'll tell you more about that later, but here's the story he told us both, me and Kim, within a ***** or two after I came back from work.
You hear this and tell me it wasn't some kind of set-up for the whole damn thing.
"I was in this town," he said, "and I checked into this hostel and was having a beer when this guy comes up and asks if I want to fuck his wife."
"No way," said Kim
"Yes way," said Cal. "Anyway, I took a look at her, and she wasn't bad. I mean, they'd come planning to do this, right? So I go back to their place and we get high and pretty soon she just starts blowing me, her husband sat right there."
"Didn't that freak you out?" I said.
"Kinda, I guess, but it was hot too. I mean, I was stoned and this guy's wife had my cock in her mouth. I was doing good. I liked it."
"What happened next?" said Kim.
"Well, she kept blowing me, then he joined in – didn't touch me, we talked about that – and then we fucked her brains out. It was ridiculous. And you know what?"
"No, what?"
"She called me over the next day while her husband was at work and sucked my dick again, said 'young cum is good for me' and sent me on my way."
"Wow," I said, "that's fucked up."
"I think it's cool," said Kim. "Sounds exciting."
The whole story's right there.
I wish I'd seen it coming.

TWO
My name's Bucky Goldstein, or it is in this story, because there's no way I'm telling you my real name, not with what's about to go down. But I've got to tell someone about it, because it's fucked up, which is why I'm typing it out here, just to see how it happened, to check out any narrative kinks and get it straight in my head.
I'm a systematic kind of person.
I was born in a small town but I did good in high school. Über geek. Ended up going to a great college, finished early, then came out here to San Francisco for a fantastic job three years ago, for a big company you've definitely heard of, but back when it was much, much smaller, and they were still paying in stock as much as cash.
I'm not famous, and I'm not rich compared to some of my peers – but my boss, less than 10 years older than me, and someone who knows my name – he's in the top 100 richest in the US.
He lives like a god, but I have about as much money as the good-looking dancer who can't sing in the boyband a couple of years after they split, if he had a good accountant and lawyer.
I don't have a jet but I have a kickass home with a pool and cabana. I've got three cars, a Tesla, a BMW and a 1965 Cobra, in chrome.
I have a statue of Yoda in my garden, right in a nice spot to get high in.
Key point: I've got more money than I know what to do with, which is great, especially as I didn't have the easiest time growing up. Let's just say that all of grade school sucked, and college too, aside from classes. It wasn't until I banked my first paycheck for more than $10k a month that I started to relax, smoke weed, and enjoy life.
Of course, that was a few years ago.
I make way more now and life's even better.

THREE
OK, so I had no friends growing up, et cetera, and now I'm living the dream the real fantasy is, of course, to go back to school and show those dull fucks exactly how it turned out. Trouble is, ten-year reunion isn't for another few years, and so I mostly show off my lifestyle online, with that all-chrome Cobra getting way too few likes, a real sign that my old peers still have shitty taste.
That's why I leapt at the chance when Cal posted that he was traveling up the West Coast, and that we should hit him up if we had any cool ideas or a place to stay.
I got in touch and said he could stay with me – in my cabana, in fact, which is a real architectural structure, not just poles and sheets.
Cal said yes fast, and would keep in touch on the exact dates, and so on, and in the meantime I plotted how to show him that I had won while he and the others had lost.
It seemed like it would be very easy.
You see, Caleb Novak was kind of dumb and easily impressed in high school. One of the guys who never gave a second thought to giving me a hard time, and who probably felt I was a little starstruck around him, what with him being on half the school teams and fucking all the best teens.
Moreover, I wasn't buying this soulful Beat-poet reinvention. I knew he'd see what I had and want it, and the lack of it would mean that every time he thought of me he'd feel a mix of envy, failure and shame, which were the emotions he and his friends had made me live through back in the day.
He was going to get the full experience, and know exactly awesome my life was, day in and day out, which meant, of course, that he'd be meeting Kim.
Yeah, I need to get round to her, since she's the girl who gets fucked at both ends.

FOUR
Kim is 24. Long limbs, full breasts, round ass, doe eyes and lips. Full on ethnic-American beauty, a generation removed from the old country and determined to get rich in this one.
To be honest, she's the kind of girl you dream about if you've got a little money.
So I'm with her because she's hot and she's with me because I'm rich. I know that, I'm not stupid, but we get along all the same, and while there's always this balance of terror going on in re if I stop being rich and making her life awesome she'll leave, and if she stops being attractive and letting me fuck her then I'll kick her out, we do like each other, I think.
At least, we have a lot of fun high and fuck all the time.
Anyway, that's what you need to know about me and Kim – her real name, by the way, as we're not together anymore, so fuck it – just bound together by money and sex, and we had a lot of both, until Cal came between us.
No. Wait, that's not true.
After he left we had even more.

FIVE
Cal was just staying one night. I was going to be at work when his bus got in, but I had a driver wait for him with a sign and a bottle of champagne in the back of the limo.
When he arrived Kim was home, and so were the gardener and maid, so I guess he hung out there and got high, swam, whatever, by which I mean I have no fucking idea what he got up to, but suspect he was already putting the moves on my girlfriend, or she on him, as this would explain how quickly his nuts got in her mouth later.
Cal and I hadn't seen each other in years, and now he had this longish hair and beard and looked like a lumberjack.
Now I'll be the first to admit I don't really know how the rest of the economy operates, but I felt sure that he was, in a very real sense, entirely unemployable outside of the most basic sectors.
Then it hit me.
Cal was the Millennial Malaise made plaid and beard. Behind his pose he was desperate for recognition and success in the crassest, most media-friendly ways possible.
My task was going to be so much easier.

SIX
So I came back from work, parked the Cobra and went into the property.
I looked in the living room and kitchen, but then I heard water splashing through the patio doors and went to the garden and down one of the paths. Through the trees I could see Kim in a bikini on a sun-lounger by the pool, and Cal's head bobbing up and down in the water.
I went out to say hi.
"Hey," said Cal, "nice fucking place, man. Can you get me a job?"
I heard that all the time from people with shitty lives, who had no idea what I did and no capacity to do it.
"I'll see what I can do," I said, "know any good algorithms?"
"Al Gore what?"
I smiled.
He was still an idiot.
"Still, man. Kim told me she hardly sees you. You work too hard, man. You should take it easy, enjoy life, like me."
"I know," I said, "but –" I gestured at the pool, hot tub, cabana, the vines and the fig trees.
The whole damn property.
"Yeah," he said, "I get it. You've got it."
"Hey babe."
It was Kim.
"Can you get us some more ******, and a few more joints?"
She looked amazing, which she should, as she did nothing all day except get high, work out, tan, shop, get dressed, and wait for me to come home and fuck her.
I bet Cal had never been with a girl who looked like Kim, never mind one who worked her ass like her. She had a trick with her pussy that could make me cum without either of us moving an inch, like it was sucking me off.
I worked out once she was worth twice her allowance on what she saved me on whores.
She was excellent value for money.
I went back to the main house and got changed into my trunks, put some beers and ice in a little cooler, and picked up a pack of pre-rolled joints and lighter.
The best weed in town, the guy had said, but I found it hard to tell the difference, and I just wanted to get fucked up.
When I got back Cal and Kim were sitting in the hot tub, smiling.
****, my life was good.

SEVEN
I handed Cal and Kim two beers, then lit a joint, took a hit, and passed it on.
I held the smoke inside until I was in the hot tub. When I exhaled the world softened, time became unmoored, and for a moment I wished I had a pen and paper to write something down.
"This is good ****," I said instead, "You'll like it."
I haven't always smoked weed. I never smoked in high school, or college. I didn't get into it until I moved to San Francisco, but I was pretty good at it.
I even wanted to go to Burning Man and see the ageing psychedelic revival, but Kim wanted to come too, and the idea of us both tripping and getting into orgy scene terrified me, so we never did that.
Even so, the key point here is that I liked sex and ***** a lot, like many 20-somethings.
They were kind of what I lived for.

EIGHT
We all got real high, real fast, and we asked Cal about his adventures on the road, and pretty soon he told us the story I opened with, the one about him meeting this couple and then going back and he and the husband fucking the wife into a gibbering wreck.
He was very graphic, and I listened while Kim asked a lot of questions.
"It was pretty wild," he said. "I mean, I was looking for stories on the road, but sex with a middle-aged couple? It kind of threw my whole spiritual quest. Now I can't stop thinking about fucking. I'll probably just fuck my way to Vancouver without writing a line."
"Then you'll get Asian fever," Kim said, and I hoped she'd get horny and I'd fuck her later, that she'd come onto me before I came onto her.
"How about it, babe?" She said to me.
"What?"
"You want to fuck the West Coast like that?"
"Ah –," I said, "no."
I was lying, of course.
I had Kim, but I was busy as fuck, and now it seemed Cal had all this free time and sex. I mean, I liked Kim, a lot, she was as good as that porn star you like, but I wouldn't mind fucking this Jenn with her husband, or doing some chick from Hong Kong in Vancouver and then maybe hitting some Inuit pussy.
I wouldn't mind a little variety, and I wouldn't mind not going to work.
We went to the kitchen and raided the fridge, and Cal was all impressed with the range of cold cuts and so on, and I opened a bottle of champagne.
I was a generous host. My life was good.

NINE
We finished the food and wine and then went back and sat in the hot tub. We were talking about weed, and Cal said he'd got a great batch, something called triple-x fly. Said it would blow our minds.
Kim and I agreed to try it.
Cal got out, dried his hands on a towel, then went into the cabana.
Kim turned to me and whispered.
"Have you seen it?"
"What, the weed?"
"His cock." she said, hands held apart. "I feel sorry for those girls he's fucking."
She giggled.
Cal came back with a lit joint.
"That's a big one," said Kim, and I thought fuck no.
"Yeah," said Cal, squatting beside her. "It'll put a smile on your face. But go slow – it's real strong."
His hand was on her shoulder.
"Let me try it," I said, and he gave it to me and I took a big hit, then another, to calm my nerves and show off, and I saw stars and then nothing.
I came to a few seconds later.
I'd passed out and Cal had pulled me out of the hot tub, put me on the grass.
I sat up, but I was ten kinds of fucked up, the pulse in my head humming like a UFO.
"I'll go inside a while," I said, "maybe I'll throw up. Don't worry. I'll be OK. It's alright."

TEN
I went inside and planned to make it to a bathroom, but instead I ended up on a couch, tripping out and waiting for the room to stop spinning.
I closed my eyes and a problem from work came into view, and I grabbed a pen and paper and sketched out a few different approaches.
This is what I liked to do. This is what I was good at.
Eventually I looked outside and saw lights reflecting from the pool, and heard splashes and Kim's voice going "shhhhh!", and I remembered she was out there, with Cal.
I must have been working a long time.
Either that, or those two worked really fast.
I decided to investigate.
I kept quiet as I walked because I was curious and scared and high as fuck, sometimes lost on my own property.
I stayed in the shadows and could see they were both back in the hot tub. Kim was sitting on Cal's lap, and they were kissing.
They were making out, and I didn't know what to do, so I just kept quiet and kept watching, until they got out of the water.
Kim went into the cabana first, taking off her bikini top and squeezing her tits as she walked there.
Cal followed with a grin on his face, one hand holding his big cock through his shorts.
I closed my eyes and saw flash images of sex that I wanted to jump in and join.
I thought I was going to pass out again.
I grabbed my cock to get a focus on things.

ELEVEN
I moved through the garden so I could see through the back window of the cabana. They never even closed the curtains.
They were kissing, and Cal had his hands on my girlfriend's tits and she was working on the front of his trunks.
"We have to be quick," Kim said, "so just cum in my mouth when you can."
She pulled out his cock.
It was impressive, and she got on her knees while Cal sat on the edge of the bed and watched her.
"You want to suck a big cock, huh?"
Kim looked up at Cal and nodded as she began taking more of it in her mouth, holding his shaft with both her hands.
She got his dick all wet like that, then took her lips off and began jerking him.
"You like getting a blow job from your friend's girl, Cal? It make you feel good to be bad?"
"I do and it does. And what about you – you like being a slutty girlfriend?"
She put his cock between her tits and jiggled.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're nasty slut who wants to get fucked."
"Uh-uh. I just want you to cum."
With that Kim shut up, filled her mouth with Cal's dick, and didn't take it off until he was done shaking, groaning, and unloading, just the way she liked it.
Kim's head jerked slightly as the first shots of spunk hit the back of her throat, then she got his cock deeper for the rest.
She gagged and spluttered as he kept cumming a long time.
Kim eventually pulled back and swallowed and opened her mouth, and some of the jizz on her lips and chin fell down onto her tits.
"Thanks," she said, "I needed that."
"What about you – you want me to go down?"
"No time," she said, and went out and jumped in the pool.
He went in after her, and they floated around and started talking about movies.
I crept through the shadows back to the main house, then walked back more loudly along the path.
"Hey!" I said, "I'm OK now. Just needed to lay down a little."
"Hi, babe," Kim said, and she swam over, got out of the pool.
She kissed me, and I felt like spitting.
I grabbed a beer and downed half of it in one.
This was turning into a fucking nightmare.

TWELVE
We stayed by the pool for another hour or so, going in and out of the water and hot tub, ******** beer and smoking weed, listening to music and talking about a whole lot of things that had nothing to do with the fact that Cal was in my home and my girlfriend had just drained his balls in her mouth.
"OK," I said, around 11. "I've got work in the morning."
Kim pouted, but then her mouth relaxed, perhaps guilty at what she'd already done, or maybe thinking about what she and Cal could do in the morning, while I was at the office paying for all this.
"Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight," said Cal, "and thanks for letting me stay, you guys. This place is fucking great. You're a lucky guy."
It was what I wanted him to say, but I felt terrible, because he knew it was hollow inside, we both did.
Kim and I took a shower together and went to bed but didn't fuck, and I was scared to fall asleep first, worried she'd go back to the cabana.
I don't know what happened when I was ********, but when I woke up I was hard.

THIRTEEN
I sent an email to the office while I was still in bed and said I'd be working at home.
Kim was ******** next to me, so I reached for the lube, got my cock wet, and fucked her while spooning. She moaned, and put a hand back to touch me, but never woke up.
I thought about the night before, and it really turned me on. I imagined Cal was there with us now, his cock in Kim's mouth while I kept fucking her.
I closed my eyes and could see her working on his fat pole, fast and hungry for cum.
I remembered Cal's jizz on Kim's face and tits, and how she smiled, and I grabbed her tits as I came deep in her cunt, then stayed in there until I got soft.
I thought about the rest of the day.
The work part would be easy, all I had to do was write up some of the ideas I'd had the night before and they'd all think I'd been at it non-stop.
This was what I was good at, and this was what I enjoyed.
The rest – relationships and so on, I relied on money for that.
I got out of bed and thought about doing some kettlebells and yoga, and telling the maid to take a day off, full pay.
But first a cup of coffee and a fat joint.

FOURTEEN
Kim had given Cal a blow job, that much I knew, and in a way that still proved my point – my life was awesome. So maybe I could relax and just wait out the rest of the day. Cal would leave and I'd could get back to being with Kim while keeping one eye open for someone fresher, more exciting.
Kim wasn't moving forward, so I didn't want to marry her, just keep her around for decoration and sex.
I knew we didn't have a future.
I went online and checked out some porn and dating sites.
Yeah.
There were plenty more fish in the sea.

FIFTEEN
An hour or so later I was having a coffee and donut and writing up my notes when Cal came in from the garden looking for something to eat.
"Oh, donuts," he said, and sat down.
He waved one of the joints I'd left by the pool the night before.
"Can I? In the house?"
"Yeah," I said, "don't worry. You can smoke anywhere, but not in bed."
He lit up, took a hit, then passed it to me.
I got higher.
"Great night, man," Cal said, "and I slept real good. You've got to tell me how you got this job."
He wanted my life.
I'd won.
"Good at math," I said, "and typing."
"I can type, but I can't do math for *******
"Well maybe you should write about your adventures – Banging the West Coast. Something like that."
He laughed, and I worried it was at me, but then I thought fuck it, you're better than this, and I put on a smile and thought about money.
I was easy, and we just chatted and hung out, and I put the TV on in the background and we riffed off that, and it was fun, like he was really my friend and this is just what we did – sit around together and laugh, and sometimes one of us would get his cock sucked by the other's girlfriend.
No biggie, just bros.
I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, to be honest I was just waiting for the afternoon to come and Cal to leave.
I started to feel sick. What would happen when Kim came in?
She was down for breakfast by the stroke of 10, but I didn't care. I didn't keep her around for her punctuality or drive, and she walked in liked she'd stepped out of a men's magazine.
"Hi babe," she said. "Is it the weekend or something?"
"****, is it?" said Cal.
"No," I said. "I'm working at home today. I want to hang out with my buddy here."
"Thanks," said Cal, "I appreciate it."
"So you're going to be here all day?" said Kim.
"I guess," I said. "What time you need to leave, Cal?"
"About 1, 2. Something like that."
"OK," I said, "then I'll be here until I drive Cal to the station. That OK, Kim?"
"Yeah, of course. I was just asking."
Yeah, I thought, you were just asking for trouble.
I felt that whatever was about to happen, I was ready.
Of course, I didn't have a clue about anything.

SIXTEEN
We talked more bull**** for a while and then I thought fuck it, let's just get really high and try and forget about the weirdness.
"I've got some edibles," I said, "want to try some, just hang out until your bus?"
"Sure," Cal said. "You too, Kim?"
"Yeah, I'm in."
I went to the fridge and pulled out a box of mixed candies, looked through and took out six caramels, gave them two each.
"I recommend one first, and keep the other for later."
"Fuck it," said Kim, "take two and deal with it."
"Yeah," said Cal, "you're working at home. Might as well get fucked up."
He had a point.
I ate one caramel and washed it down with coffee, then unwrapped the second one and chewed it.
Kim bit one of her caramels in half and gave the other piece to Cal, and they both chewed them down and swallowed.
I waited, then said something.
"You're only taking half?"
"I've got stuff to do later, man," said Cal. "I'll eat my two this evening."
I looked at Kim.
She shrugged.
"I got real high last night, babe, and maybe I'll need to drive Cal to the station. But you enjoy it, really. You deserve it, after last night."
"What about last night?" I said.
"You passed out, remember?"
"Yeah, man," Cal said, "I was worried. We both were. **** – maybe you shouldn't have eaten both?"
Kim laughed.
"Want to take another nap, babe?"
No. No I didn't.

SEVENTEEN
We split up and got stuff done until the edibles started to hit – I kept working, Cal sorted out his backpack and wrote his journal, while Kim did some yoga, and then we all moved into the living room to chill out when Kim had an idea.
"Truth or dare," she said, "who's in?"
"Not me," I said, "I hate it."
"Come on, man," said Cal, "I haven't seen you in years and I'm leaving soon. This is a great way to catch up."
"Yeah," said Kim, "don't be such a downer."
She leant in and whispered, maybe a little too loud.
"Come on, babe, I'll suck your cock later."
"OK," I said, "I'm in."
We went through a bunch of dull stuff at first, and I could tell that they were both being gentle with me, which I appreciated, and I relaxed, felt good, got into it, and then Cal gave me a dare.
"I dare you to post a dick pic online."
"Shit, no. Truth."
"OK, but you've got to answer, or the next dare will be even bigger."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, something big. Now a truth – what kind of porn do you like?"
Fuck.
I should have mentioned this before.
It's important and related to the story.
My favorite type of porn is –
I couldn't say.
"Normal stuff, I guess. You know, blow jobs, tits, things like that."
"Come on," said Cal, "that's not fair. I mean, what do you look for online, what tags do you click on, or what do you download?"
"Nothing special."
"Bull****."
"No, really."
"Well I don't accept it," said Kim.
"What about you Kim, same question."
I'd lost my turn to speak, and I realized I had no idea what my girlfriend was about to say.
"OK," she said, "funny thing is, I'd never watched that much porn before, until I came across this hard drive one day."
Double fuck.
I knew how this ended, and I was starting to get very, very high.
"There was a lot on that, all neatly indexed, too."
"Come on," Cal said, "that's not the question. What do you like?"
"Well," she said, "based on what I've seen, I like DP's, hot wives and slutty girlfriends. It's the truth."
I felt my face burn.
Kim moved over and whispered in my ear, this time definitely loud enough for Cal to hear.
"You dirty bastard."
I sighed.
Cal smiled.
"He likes threesomes," Kim said, "two guys and one girl."
"Nothing wrong with that," Cal said, and I relaxed.
Maybe it didn't matter what I jerked off to.
And then I remembered: Kim had sucked Cal's cock.
Everything had led to this point.
"Let's take a break," Kim said, "I need to freshen up."

EIGHTEEN
Kim was gone some time, but the edibles were hitting us all, and I put a nature channel on TV and Cal and I just looked at that, talked about the *******, shared a pointless joint, as if none of the above had happened.
Kim came back looking better than ever.
She put a hand on Cal's shoulder.
"I like this guy," she said, "he can come again."
****.
I'd made a terrible mistake.
Kim came over to me.
She smelled amazing.
Her skin was perfect.
The edibles hit me like a truck.
"Would you like to suck you cock?"
It was Kim, and she was making no sense.
"What?"
"You want me to suck your cock now, babe?"
I was high as fuck.
I didn't want to pass out again.
"But – Cal?"
"It's OK," he said. "Enjoy it. She's good."
"You hear that, babe? Cal says I'm good. Did you tell him or something?"
"I –"
Cal had moved closer, and was touching her ass now, and he looked up and smiled.
"Sorry, man. We were high."
Kim had her hands down my shorts.
My dick was hard.
She took it out and waved it at Cal.
"See," she said, "I told you."
Kim licked the top of my cock, and then ran her tongue down to my balls, sucked them while jerking me off, then back up to circle the head.
I moaned.
She took her mouth off.
"This is what we were doing last night, isn't it, Cal?"
"Sorry, man. We got carried away. But your girlfriend really knows how to smoke a pole. She could turn professional."
Kim winked at me and rested my dick between her tits.
"I know you want this, don't you?"
"Yes," I said.
She smiled.
"You make it so fucking easy."
She was right. I wanted this, and as soon as I accepted that I relaxed, as much as I could, and climbed on the rollercoaster that's sharing your girlfriend with another guy for the first time.
I breathed deep and held onto Kim's head as she gave me an amazing blow job.

NINETEEN
Soon Cal was naked and sitting next to me, and Kim put a hand on his thigh, then his dick, and then took her mouth from me and put it onto him, still holding my balls.
Never let be said she had no skills.
She worked on Cal a long time, and then back to me for a few licks and strokes to keep things going, then back to him for a long time.
I moved to get my dick next to her face, and Kim pulled me closer, rubbed the heads of our cocks together over her tongue. Then she pulled us even closer, so the shafts were touching, and she tried to get them both in her mouth.
My cock touched another in my girlfriend's mouth, and I liked it.
I tripped out and the next thing I knew Kim was moving and I heard her say, "Cal, can you fuck me now, please?", and I thought, yeah, of course.
Mi casa es su casa

TWENTY
Cal got behind Kim and bent down to kiss her ass and work his hands over it.
For a moment I envied him, and then I remembered: I got this every day.
Cal straightened up, got in position, and put his cock into my girlfriend for the first time.
"Oh man," he said. "So this is what a million dollar pussy feels like?"
"That's right," I said, "enjoy it."
Cal was soon going at a steady pace, and I watched as Kim moved her ass back and forth, round and round, grinding herself down to his balls. I got hold of her head and held it straight so I could get my cock in deep too, and then just bounced up and down on the couch, happily fucking her face, waiting for her to try and stop me, but she never did.
True, sometimes she looked overwhelmed at the double penetration, the first she'd ever had, I think, but she kept getting stuffed at both ends like this was another day at the gym, while Cal and I were using her as an exercise machine.
"What about that ass, Cal, you like the way it looks?" I said.
"Can I fuck it?"
"Uh-uh," Kim said, taking my cock out of her mouth and catching her breath. "That's just for my baby here," and she kissed my dick and I forgot why I was ever pissed at her.
Still, I think Cal was disappointed he wasn't going to get to sodomize my girlfriend, because he moved his fucking up a level, slapping Kim's ass and calling her slut.
Kim squirmed on his cock and loved it, and I went back to fucking her face to distract her, and she finally scowled when I held her still and ****** myself an inch or so too deep and didn't pull back when she coughed.
What are you going to do, I thought, leave me?
I pulled my dick out and bounced it up and down against her face while her tits kept slapping into my legs, and she grunted as Cal changed angle and really started to open her up.
I called Kim a fucking whore and she smiled, spat on my cock, then started jerking me off.
"A whore, babe? That's what you want, eh? Someone to suck and fuck whenever you want?"
She knew it.
"Hey Cal," she said, "you enjoying that?"
"Fuck, yeah."
"Well, say thanks to my man here. He paid for it. And you can cum inside, too. Maybe that'll turn him on."
I shivered and almost came in her hands.

TWENTY-ONE
So Kim kept sucking my cock while Cal was fucking her, and we all hit a rhythm and started to rise together, and it seemed clear that as soon as one person came, we all would.
Kim felt it, and turned back to Cal.
"Cum in me. I want to feel your orgasm."
"OK," he said, "I'll try."
Kim turned back to me.
"You want to cum in my face? He did. Isn't that true, Cal?"
"Fuck yeah, man. She was covered. I thought she'd sneezed."
Kim laughed, took her hands off my cock.
"Fuck it – you can jerk off yourself, you dirty bastard."
I held my cock, wet with her spit, and jerked off in her face, no holding back.
Cal grabbed Kim's hips and fucked her really hard, snorting and puffing and his face going red. He was close now, and Kim grit her teeth as he pumped away to the end, moving her ass so that he hit the spot each time.
"I'm gonna cum," Cal said, and this set Kim off, and she yelled "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" to make sure he kept nailing her all the way through his orgasm and out the other side, while she was bucking and gasping and screaming, my cock hitting her in the face.
Cal wasn't going to stop until he came, and Kim could feel it when he did. Her eyes widened and mouth twisted as she started to orgasm too, and all without anyone touching her clit.
"Oh god you fucking bastard," she yelled with Cal's jizz shooting deep into her cunt.
I was amazed.
I was turned on.
I was going to cum in my girlfriend's face, taking advantage of her distraction to really make a mess.
I felt like a porn star and Kim looked like one.
I grabbed a bunch of her hair, pushed my cock between her lips and got a few good shots in there before she even seemed to notice. Then she opened her eyes and I pulled out of her mouth – strings of cum hanging from her lips and popping on her tongue – and rubbed the head of my dick all over her face while still jizzing, not worried that she'd be pissed at me later.
After all, she had another man's cum in her cunt.

TWENTY-TWO
I got my breath back and was still hard, but not shaking.
"I want to fuck her," I said, and Cal pulled out and we swapped ends.
Kim saw his cock, slick with cum and pussy juice, and cleaned it up with her tongue and then kept blowing him. I went back and slipped my dick into her wet and open cunt. I could feel Cal's jizz inside, and I got determined to fuck that out and shoot another load of my own.
Why not?
He was about to add his own to Kim's face.
Soon we were fucking her hard at both ends, as if we could each get away with more with the other one there, as if there was no way Kim could pay attention to it all. As I watched her body pushed and pulled between us it felt like we were making warehouse porn, fucking her like it was $1,000 for an hour of footage deal.
While I was getting ready to redecorate her pussy Cal was holding Kim's head in place as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
"You like that?" he said, pulling out. "You like getting fucked from both ends?"
"Yes," she said, and I knew from her voice she was on edge again, that maybe just a little more fucking would do it, so I grabbed her ass and worked harder, but I wondered if she even knew I was there.
"Tell me why you like it," Cal said.
"Because I love the taste of cock. Now shut up and fuck me like a whore."
This time I was the first to cum, and while my cock was jerking in her cunt I watched Kim's ass as she rocked back and forth, and then Cal came, adding to the jizz on her face, and then maybe Kim did too, or perhaps she was just exhausted and fucked out and panting.
I pulled out, reached down and caught some of the mess that fell out. Kim was still playing with Cal's dick, and I went up and tapped her on the shoulder, then showed her what I had in my hand.
She smiled and put out her tongue, started to lap it up, and Cal moaned in disgust or delight.
I didn't know how I felt either, but looking back I think I liked it.

TWENTY-THREE
How does a scene like that end?
With three people sprawled out, trying to cool down and catch their breath, trying to work out what to do or say next.
I left first, going naked through the garden and then diving in the pool, washing off the sex. A little later Cal and Kim came out together, holding hands, got in the water and floated around.
It was a beautiful day, not much past noon, and I thought about just quitting my job, selling the house, taking my savings, and living quietly as a regular guy without working for the rest of my life.
I could be a bum, like Cal, but with money.
"I should get going soon," he said, "you got a cab number?"
"I can drive," Kim said, "I'll take you there in the Cobra."
"What's that?"
"A roadster. All chrome," I said. "It's badass. Everyone will think you're someone."
"Thanks, man, thanks."
"Take him along Half Moon Bay and around to La Honda," I said. "Maybe you can pull over somewhere and fuck."
Kim beamed at me.
"OK, babe, and then I'll go shopping."
With my card.
Fantastic.

TWENTY-FOUR
I was still floating naked when I heard the car start and then drive off. Kim was going into town with Cal, and I didn't care about anything.
I looked at the trees and the sky, worked out my orientation and which way the earth was moving.
I was on a planet rolling around a fireball, supported by nothing but ******. I knew I'd never be hungry, homeless or alone, and all of my grandparents were alive and in good health.
Kim came back a few hours later, after I'd written up a first draft of that work report, the one that got me a bonus I spent on hookers and coke in Vegas.
She had a shower and then dressed up as a schoolgirl with no panties and told me she'd been naughty.
I bent her over a chaise lounge, put a foot on her head for leverage, and nailed her straight in the ass while she kept screaming that she was a bad, bad, bad girl.
Life was good.

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