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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was a Saturday night in summer and I was cuddled up with my boyfriend on the couch, we hadn't been living together long and I was desperate not to fall into that 'old married couple' phase many of my girlfriends had warned me about. "how about we go out for a few drinks and an Indian tonight? " I suggested, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I can't babe, the lads are coming over for the match, I I told you last week" he replied, barely glancing up from his phone. "Oh" I said dejectedly "maybe next weekend then" but it was like talking to a brick wall, he was deep in conversation on his lads whatsapp group. It was half an hour until kick off so I knew it wouldn't be long before his three closest friends arrived, I slunk up to the bedroom with some white wine and a tattered old copy of Fifty Shades that my best friend, Lisa, had promised I'd adore. I'd never read erotica before or even watched porn for that matter but as I'd had no better offers for the evening, I'd give it a try. Half a bottle of wine and a few chapters later, I put the book down, the writing was terrible but I had to admit, the sex scenes did get me a little wet. I was feeling a bit buzzed by now and could hear the lads shouting and cheering downstairs. I lay back on the bed and my thoughts drifted to fantasies I had, ones I'd never share with Dave for fear he'd laugh. I slipped my hands inside my jeans as I thought about threesomes, foursomes, gang bangs, everything my mind could conjure as my fingers circled my swollen and wet clitoris. Suddenly I had an idea. I couldn't could I? I blushed at the idea but the wine was making me braver. I quickly knocked back another glass as I changed into a red corset and thong, 'I'll give them a show' I thought. |
