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Watching my girlfriend sucking a stranger’s cock was more emotionally challenging than I had expected it to be. I’d watched as she’d fucked my best friend and I’d enjoyed it immensely, so I wondered I was prepared. But this was a stranger and it was almost infinitely more intimate.

We’d gone to an art opening. Ever since Anne, my girlfriend, had taken some introductory art classes, art openings had become pretty regular for us.This one was great. The art was good and the DJ could really read the mood of the room. The best part, for poor students at least, was the very cheap beer.

Anne and I were drinking heavily and Anne was feeling flirtatious. Every time I stepped away, I’d look back to see her licking the rim of her beer bottle coyly. Even once in a while she sucked hard on the mouth of the bottle and then smiled at me.

At one point I looked over and Anne was talking to a man I’d never seen before. It didn’t look like a comfortable conversation. Anne was blushing and the man was slumped over a little. He abruptly walked away, looking miserable. I quickly asked Anne was that was about. If anything she blushed even more.

“He caught me sucking on the bottle.” She said. “He thought I was flirting with him. I had to turn him down”

I looked over at the man, now on the other side of the room. He was sort of aside from the crowd and studiously looking everywhere but at Anne.

“I sort of feel bad.” Anne said. “It took a lot of courage to come over.” She sipped at her beer and started to smirk. I gave the guy a longer look. He wasn’t exactly attractive. He was easily twice our age and slightly overweight. His hairline was retreating and he had a general air of defeat about him.

Anne drank some more and started to giggle. I looked at her quizzically.

“What if I gave him a little something?” She whispered into her bottle.

“What do you mean?”

“You enjoyed watching me fuck Chris, didn’t you? Would you enjoy watching me again?”

“You’d fuck a complete stranger?”

“Maybe not fuck.” She was still whispering. I could hardly hear her. “Maybe just a tiny little something for him. If you’d like to watch.”

I just nodded. Watching her and Chris fuck had been the hottest moment of my life. I was already hard thinking about what she’d do.

She walked over to The Stanger and I followed a little behind. He looked apprehensive, like he was worried I was coming to kick his ass. Anne quickly assuaged his fear.

“Don’t worry about my boyfriend.” She said. “He’s very understanding. Look, you seemed a bit lonely here. Did you want to go somewhere, just the three of us, and talk?” He was clearly stunned and stuttered a bit when he answered.

“Umm. OK. I’m actually in town for a sales conference. I just came to this because I saw the ad and it’s really close to my hotel. We could go to the hotel restaurant.” Anne looked over at me and grinned.

“Sure. Let’s do that.” The Stranger looked really nervous, but agreed anyway. Anne was cute and utterly disarming. We quickly left.

The Stranger hadn’t been joking that his hotel was close. It was at the other end of the block from the gallery. It was also a dive. Its rumpled exterior was a fitting match for The Stranger. He walked towards the little restaurant attached, more like a diner than anything. Anne put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Actually, I’m not in the least bit hungry. At least for food. The only thing I want to do tonight is to suck your cock while my boyfriend watches.” The beer and the fact that he was a stranger had made her very bold. He stared at her blankly before he stammered.

“Uh. Are you sure?” Anne just nodded. The Stranger fished in his pocket for his room key, then led us into the hotel. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor.

His room was as worn down as the rest of the hotel. It was at least twenty years since it had last been renovated. Anne gestured at the bed.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes?” The stranger suddenly looked terrified. It was occurring to him that this was too good to be true. Anne could follow the train of wondered as it crossed behind his eyes. “Right. Me first.”

She moved to the center of the room and slowly pulled her sweater over her head. Her breasts were held high by a tight blue bra. Both The Strangers eyes and mine were fixated on her breasts. Anne let us stare for a moment before reaching back and unclasping the bra. It fell to the ground, revealing her smooth skin. Her nipples were already hard.

Again she paused, letting us stare at her body. Then her hands fell to her jeans. With deliberate moves she undid each button, then stepped out of her pants. It was clear that Anne hadn’t been expecting anything special tonight. She loved to match her underwear. But her panties were a pale pink and lacy, nothing like her bra at all.

She graceful knelt in front of the stranger.

“Your turn.” She smiled up at him. He looked over at me nervously. I’d sat down in the only chair in the room. Anne softly put her hand against his crotch. “Forget about my boyfriend. He’s not here. It’s just you and I. Isn’t this what you want? To have me kneeling in front of you, eager to taste your cock?”

He looked down at her and nodded. He quickly stripped off his clothes. Naked he was even less impressive than before. He was extremely pale and his stomach hung low. His cock, already hard, was slender and only average length. But Anne made sure to look at him as if he was everything she wanted. My own cock stirred against my pants and I felt the first pangs of jealousy.

Anne ran her hands across his stomach, over his hips and slowly towards his cock. He groaned slightly. Then groaned more as her hands got closer and closer to him. She trailed her fingers up the insides on his thigh, then softly cupped his low hanging balls. He thrust forward involuntarily as she, very gently, caressed his testifies. She opened her mouth so that he could feel her hot breath on him.

With one hand she softly held his balls, with the other she reached up and gently caressed his shaft. She stroked him once, twice, then stopped. His head was already oozing precum. She rubbed her forefinger across his head, then mischievously sucked her finger, tasting him for the first time. She abruptly leaned forward and licked his head. He bucked forwards towards her mouth.

“Oh.” She moaned. “You taste good.” She started talk to him softly, her hand stroking him to the gentle rhythm of her words.

“Your cock is beautiful.” She whispered. “I can’t wait to feel in you in my mouth. I can’t wait to feel how deep you can go. I can’t wait to taste your sperm sliding across my tongue.”

My cock was straining painfully against my pants. I undid my buttons, started to stroke myself to the same rhythm she was using.

“Is this what you want?” She whispered to him. “To use my hands, my face, my lips, my throat?” He grunted. She took her time now, using her fingers to examine every curve of his cock. He pulsed and trusted lightly. She gently brought his cock to her face, rubbing it against her cheeks, leaving a trail of wetness.

Jealousy grew a bit. She’d never shown such care and attention to my cock before. The spark of jealousy made it hotter. I stroked myself harder.

Suddenly her tongue snaked out and she licked him again. This time she didn’t stop. Her tongue matched the slow exploration of her fingers, sliding over all of his, soaking him until his cock glistened. His moaning turned to grunting as he tried to hold back.

Jealousy was raging fire now. She was so soft, so intimate, with this total stranger. I was as horny as I ever recall being.

Suddenly she plunged her lips down over his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. Her head bobbed wildly, then she pulled back. He gasped loudly. She looked over at me for the first time since we started, smiled as she saw me jacking off.

She plunged down on him again. This time she grasped his ass to pull him in deeper. He grabbed her head to steady himself. She sucked and licked wildly, alternating between pulling him deep and just tasting the tip.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned her. She slowed, pulled back.

“I want it.” She told him. “I want your cock to explode in my mouth. I want to taste your sperm.” She licked him, the pulled him deep. He grunted again. His hips thrust forward. He grabbed at the back of her head and pulled her against him until her nose was against his belly. She clasped him tightly. He twitched, then came. He came hard. Deep in her mouth. I watched her throat convulse as she swallowed, wave after wave. He held her there, immobile, as he spent himself.

With a sigh he fell back against the bed. Anne shuffled over to me, still on her knees. She opened her mouth, offering to take me in.

Instead I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand and stroked myself hard with my right. I came quickly, all across her face, marking what was mine. My cum coated her cheek, her nose, splashed across her eyelid. Never before had she looked so amazing.

I helped her up and she stepped into the bathroom to clean up. I looked over at the exhausted stranger and wondered about what they’d done. Jealousy flared again and, with it, so did my cock. I pushed open the bathroom door. Anne was at the sink. I bent her over, pulled her pink panties to the side and fucked her hard, staring at her cum covered face in the mirror. I exploded into her.

We cleaned up and slipped quickly out of the hotel room. We never did learn The Strangers name. It was better that way.

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