Your palms were sweaty as you stood on my porch, gathering the courage to knock on my door. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across my manicured lawn, a lawn you had always been jealous of.
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You took a step back as I opened the door with a sudden swing.
"Hey man, what brings you over?"
My confident smile and firm handshake made your stomach twist.
"Hi, uhm, Johnathan. Could you come by our house later? There's something we need– something we wanted to discuss."
The words felt like sandpaper in your throat.
I raised an eyebrow, wondering why you would want to invite me over. We have nothing in common; we were frenemies at best and barely neighbours at worst, but my curiosity piques my interest.
"Sure, give me 30 minutes. I'll be right over."
Back home, Rebecca paced the living room, wringing her hands.
"Are you sure about this? He said he'll be here?"
Her eyes searched yours. You wanted to hate her for sounding so excited about me coming over, but at the same time, the thought of losing her– You would hate that even more.
"We've been over this. You made it clear that you have needs that I'm not meeting."
You stared at the carpet, your shoulders slumped.
"I know, but are you sure about this?"
"I want you to be happy. I love you. I'm sure about this."
Your answer seemed to calm Rebecca down– Only for her to tense up all over again when the doorbell rang exactly on time.
You gave one last glance at Rebecca before opening the door for me.
I filled the doorframe as you let me in, my presence commanding the room immediately.
"Hi Rebecca, Harold, I'm here. Do you want to tell me what this is about?"
I settled into your favourite armchair like I already owned it. You knew, if I agreed, I'd own Rebecca, I'd own her fat white ass, I'd own Muppet, your dog, and I'd own your couch.
Rebecca spoke up, her voice steady despite her trembling hands.
"We've been struggling, Harold and I, and we think you could help."
"Oh? Help how exactly?"
My gaze shifted between you both. I knew you were struggling. The whole neighbourhood knew. Rebecca had a loud voice, and she had been complaining that you just weren't enough. She had begged that if you maybe just tried harder to be a man, maybe then you could give her what she needed.
You forced yourself to meet my eyes.
"Rebecca needs more than I can give her. We've talked about it extensively."
I nod knowingly, and at that moment, you also know that I know. It was embarrassing but also freeing at the same time.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees.
"And you're both certain about this?"
"Yes."
Rebecca's answer came without hesitation.
Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke the words.
"Completely sure."
I got straight to it.
"Are there any limits?"
My cock twitched in my pants at the prospect of taking Rebecca from you.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Rebecca cut you off, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"None, right Harold? For this to work, Johnathan needs to do whatever he wants with me."
Rebecca's voice was a breathless whisper. You stayed silent, knowing Rebecca had already made up her mind. There was no turning back now.
"And what exactly do you want?"
"I want to feel like a real woman for once, even if that means I'll have to be your woman to experience it."
Despite all the mental preparation, hearing Rebecca say the words was like cold water splashing on your face.
"You're not listening. What exactly do you want?"
Rebecca glanced at you and then at me.
"I want– I want you to fuck my fat white ass. I've always wanted to feel what that feels–"
You frown, pathetic insecurity welling up in your throat once again.
"Rebecca, I fucked your ass, you asked me to fuck you in the ass, and I did!"
Rebecca smiled sadly at you, shaking her head as her blonde hair fell over her shoulders.
"I'm sorry baby, you tried, you really did, and I didn't want you to feel bad, but–"
She glanced away, biting on her lips.
"–but you never got it into my actual asshole. It's not your fault, your cock– I love you, but it didn't reach all the way."
I grinned, shaking my head at you.
"Oh, man. That's got to burn."
To your relief, Rebecca frowned at me, scolding me.
"Don't be mean. He really did try."
I smiled at Rebecca, placing my hand on her inner thigh and looking at your face for a reaction as I did so. You just sat there, watching as my large hands lingered against Rebecca's soft inner thighs.
"I can give you what you want, Rebecca. But I'm not gentle. I sometimes get carried away by my primal urges. When I fuck, I fuck hard. Do you understand?"
Rebecca nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation.
I looked over to you while my thumb continued to circle against Rebecca's inner thigh.
"And you're OK with this, Harold?"
You stare at my hand on Rebecca's thigh and then look up at me, nodding with defeat.
"I need to hear you say it."
"Yes, I'm OK with this."
"I need to hear you say that you are OK with me fucking Rebecca."
You swallowed, clenching your jaw before saying the words I wanted to hear.
"I'm OK with you fucking Rebecca."
"Just OK? Or do you {i}want{/i}me to fuck her?"
You glared at me while I grinned at your mild discomfort and then at Rebecca, her eyes pleading with you not to fuck this up for her.
"I– I want you to fuck Rebecca."
Rebecca smiled gratefully at you and then looked over to me again, answering before I could ask my question.
"I want you to take me, own my ass. Make it yours."
You can't help but notice how Rebecca quivers in excitement from my touch and at the prospect of what she was asking me to do.
"Can I watch?"
Rebecca turned to you, her face lighting up with adoration.
"Yes, of course-"
I interrupted her.
"Hold up, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way and with my rules. It's my call if he can or can't watch."
Rebecca bit her lip and turned back to me.
"I'm sorry, can I– I mean, can Harold watch us? Please?"
"Of course, how else will he learn to improve himself?"
Rebecca nodded, her grateful eyes never leaving mine.
I squeezed her inner thigh with my hand and pulled her towards me. Rebecca responded by pressing her body against mine, her hands reaching up towards my face to pull me closer for a kiss.
You watched as I kissed her deeply, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Rebecca moaned into my mouth, her body melting against mine, encouraging me to continue.
My hand slid higher up her inner thigh before pausing. To her disappointment, I broke away from the kiss and looked at you.
"Go put a sheet on the bed for Rebecca and me."
Rebecca looked apologetically over her shoulder at you, flustered and embarrassed from the kiss. She has never looked more beautiful to you as she smiled encouragingly at you with a tinge of guilt hidden behind her eyes.
You wanted to smile back at her, but before you could do so, I took her by her chin and forced her face back towards me.
"Oh, pick out your favourite lingerie for her to be fucked in, and lay it out on the bed. Rebecca will be with you shortly. She and her loud mouth are going to need a moment longer with me to ensure I'm really hard and ready for her ass while you wait for us in the room.
This was written as a favour to a friend. (The whole relationship dynamic etc) Still trying to understand the appeal to some of the dynamics, with the bull being a bit of an asshole, where in real life, no one would put up with his shit. I guess I want to know, what is hot, what is ick, what could be hotter etc? (Also, if this was written as a choose-your-own-adventure story / visual novel, would that be a waste of time or not?)
There is a whole lot more written, but I wanted to sense check that the story has a future and that I'm handling the approach/dynamic correctly before sinking more time into it.