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Part 3
A few days have passed since that previous encounter with Leo. And now she was coming back home from his apartment once again. But unlike last time, today she didn’t tell Ben what she was planning beforehand. She knew he’d be worried, coming home to an unexpectedly empty place, trying to reach her only to get sent to voicemail. Walking up the stairs to their place, she finally turned on her phone and called him.
The phone had barely connected before his voice, a raw and broken thing, filled her ear. “Dawn? Are you… are you okay?”
She could picture him perfectly. Standing rigid in their sterile kitchen, one hand white-knuckling the counter, worried sick. So why didn’t she tell him she was going out today? Leo called, and told her Tom was there. She had to make a quick choice, and once she did, she had to prepare. She didn’t want Ben to know about it, she didn’t want to ruin the surprise. So she just disappeared without a word. Somehow, she suspected he’d forgive her once she explained…
“I’m more than okay,” she said, the scent of another man’s cologne clinging to her skin. “I’m home. Come unlock the door for me.”
She heard his sharp, indrawn breath, the frantic shuffle of his footsteps down their hall. The line went dead. She took her time, walking slowly, still feeling the evening’s activities on her body. By the time she arrived to their front door, she found it already open.
He stood in the doorway, his eyes wide, checking every part of her. His gaze darted over her, searching for a mark, a bruise, a telltale sign of where she’d been. She smiled and stepped inside, letting her hip brush against his crotch as she passed.
“Close the door, Ben.”
He obeyed, the latch clicking shut and the door locked again. The apartment was silent save for the frantic hammering of her heart, a condition she knew, just by looking at him, that he shared. She turned to face him, leaning back against the wall.
“You’re shaking,” she observed, her voice soft.
“I’ve been… worried. I didn’t know where you were.” The words were strained, pushed through a throat tight with concern.
“I know. But I think you’ll like what I have to tell you” She reached for him, her fingers finding the hard line of his belt. She unbuckled it with a practiced flick, the sound unnaturally loud. His breath hitched. “And I have so much to tell you. And if you’re lucky, maybe something to show you as well.”
She unbuttoned his jeans, the rough denim reminding her of her own pants chaffing against her now well used body. She didn’t rush. She slid the zipper down, slowly, teasingly, giving him time to calm down and turn on. By the time she finished unzipping him, he was already straining against his briefs, his breath rugged. She slipped her hand inside, and his whole body jolted at the contact.
She wrapped her fingers around him, a firm, knowing grip, and he groaned. His head fell back against the door with a soft thud.
“Leo has a roommate,” she began, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper as her hand began to move, a slow, leisurely stroke from root to tip. “A big, quiet guy named Tom. So strong. You should see his shoulders. He can probably lift you with one hand.”
Ben whimpered, all his worries evaporating now that he sees where this is going. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust into her fist.
“Tom recently broke up with his girlfriend, and he’s been… frustrated for a while now,” Dawn continued, pulling him by his member towards the living room.
“We went back to their place after the pub. Leo poured us all a drink. Tom could barely take his eyes off me. He just stared, silent, hungry. It was… God, it was hot.” She tightened her grip fractionally, a reward for his silence. “Leo told him. He told him I was engaged. He was really playing it up, too, saying cringy things like she belonged to another man and all that. Drama queen,” she smiled. “Leo really gets off on the cheating, you know?” Ben knew, of course. They’ve been talking about this ever since she first started seeing Leo. But he always liked hearing it again.
They arrived to the sofa, and she stood there still holding him. She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as her hand kept rhythmically squeezing him. “And apparently Tom’s into it as well. He didn’t know, I think. I think Leo kept it as a surprise on purpose. You know what that did to him, Ben? To both of them?” she smirked. “It was like they wanted to… to erase you. I don’t think they even knew what they wanted. To prove they could make me forget your name maybe?” After some thought she added “they have some real issues. Maybe they should see a therapist. But it also makes them perfect for us“
A tear of precum left his cock. She picked it up with her finger and licked it away, the taste of his salt making her smile. She pushed him down into sofa, and settled next to him, her hand returning to grab him once again.
Ben really wanted to rush her. To ask questions. To get the information as fast as he could. But he knew the ritual by now. He kept silent, and just listened. Dawn waited a bit more in silence, squeezing and releasing him, teasing him, before continuing.
“They took me to the bedroom. Together.” Her breath was coming quicker now, her own arousal building as she relived it, watching his face contort in agony and pleasure. “Leo laid down and guided me on top of him, and Tom… Tom just watched. His eyes were so dark. So intense. Almost creepy. Like a starving animal. It felt like he really needed some release, but was afraid to take the opportunity of fear it might disappear. Could you imagine feeling like that?” she teased, knowing full well that’s how he felt every moment of every day for years now.
Her strokes became smoother, faster, her own excitement taking over her. “Leo was inside me, fucking me. I was laying on top of him, moving back and forth, sliding him in and out of my body. We were kissing. I was so horny, so wet, just from knowing Tom was behind us, watching. I’ve never been watched before, you know? I really liked it,” she teased. Of course he knew, he’d been begging to get to watch her for years now, even if he would never participate. She always refused. She wanted to keep it purely in his imagination, never knowing what it felt like, never even knowing what it looked like. “After a while, Tom came over. He didn’t say a word. He just… he pressed himself against me. Somewhere else.”
Ben’s eyes flew open, wild with a horror that was also a desperate, twisted longing. “Dawn… no…”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice fierce with the memory. “That’s why I didn’t tell you I was going. I needed to prepare for him, you know what I mean,” she explained, “but I wanted to keep it a surprise for you. I had to keep the preparations a secret. He was so big, Ben. I thought I was ready for the feeling, I’ve experimented with fingers. But he was so much bigger than I expected. Or at least it felt that way. It felt weird. Oh god, it just felt so weird.” Her free hand unbuttoned her own jeans, and crept under the hem of her panties, mirroring the rhythm of her hand on him. “Leo held my hands in place and whispered in my ear, told me to take it, to be a good girl for them, and Tom… he just pushed.”
A ragged sob escaped Ben’s lips. He was trembling violently, his muscles corded with the effort of staying still, of taking his punishment, his gift.
“He was so slow,” she moaned, her own pleasure growing. “So agonizingly slow. I just wanted him to get it over with, but he took his time. I felt stretched in a way that I’m not sure will ever go away. You can’t even imagine.” She emphasized the last word, her eyes locking with his. “You’ll never know what that feels like. To slowly enter a woman’s body, to be the first stretching it, changing it. Forcing room for yourself where no man has gone before,” she teased, “You know, I’ve made two men feel this way. Sam, you love it so much when I tell you how Sam took my virginity, don’t you? And now, we have Tom being my first back there. You‘ll never have that. You‘ll never know that feeling. Even after we get married, even if we ever do sleep together, this is something you can no longer experience. ever.”
Her words were a lash. He cried out, a raw, excited sound.
“They moved together,” she gasped, her fingers working frantically between her own legs now, her narration becoming choppy, primal. She no longer made jokes, at this point needing to tell the story almost as much as Ben needed to hear it. “One came in as the other pulled out. A perfect rhythm. Pushing and pulling. It was so intense I didn’t even understand what I was feeling. They were using me. I don’t think they even saw me at this point – I was just a thing to use for their pleasure. And all I could think about… was you” she finally said and started kissing his neck.
His hips were pistoning now, fucking her fist in short, frantic jerks. He was close. So was she. She continued to kiss him, going lower and lower. Just before he put the head of his cock in her mouth, she stopped for a moment.
“I thought about you waiting for me. Being all virgin and pure and all that. Longing for me. I thought about how, even when I tell you about it, you won’t be able to understand what it feels like. I love so much how you deny yourself for me. How you can’t even imagine the pleasure that they felt from me. Me, and even them having so much fun while you stay here, untouched. God, it’s so hot. I just want to wrap you in plastic and keep you in the cupboard” she laughed.
She was panting. Her hand stroking him. Her mouth less than an inch away from his cock. He could feel the breath from her mouth whenever she talked. “I don’t even know how many times I came. Finally, Leo started throbbing inside me and the feeling of it, made Tom lose control.
That was the final push. Ben’s body went rigid, a silent scream on his lips as his climax ripped through him, a torrent of release that was all the more powerful for its denial. He spilled over her hand, which she used to block any from hitting her lips. She did however give him a small peck on the top of his cock once he was done.
Then she sat back up on the couch, leaned back and took off her pants and panties. She pulled his head in between her thighs, moving him to his knees between her legs. She felt his tongue explore, testing both her holes, the taste of latex no longer limited to one. And she knew he’d find her changed. Ben had spent many hours exploring her like this over the years. He knew every nook and cranny of her body. She remembered the first time Ben went down on her after Sam took her virginity. They were together for three years at that point. She remembered how Ben reacted discovering her body was different, how she was bigger, more open. He told her of the shock of finding her hymen torn, how that really made it real for him. And she knew he felt it again now by the way his tongue explored her back hole. With that thought she immediately followed him over the edge, a sharp, silent cry shaking her frame as her own orgasm crashed through her, a wave of heat and pleasure.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. She slowly withdrew her hand from his hair and pulled him up, kissing his lips.
She looked at him, at his loving face, his eyes glistening with new delight. “Two men,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Two men inside me tonight, Ben. And you… you’re still a virgin. It’s so fucking cool. I love you so much” and she pulled his head back towards her and kissed him a long, passionate, kiss.
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