And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

‘Why would she invite me?’ We were at my apartment, sitting around the kitchen table sipping coffee. Jane had dropped in with a dinner invitation from her friend Marie. ‘I don’t know. Maybe she wants to fuck you.’ ‘That’s not funny. She’s six feet ten. She’s a fucking freak show. Besides, she’s your friend. I couldn’t.’ ‘Why not? This has nothing to do with us. We split up, remember? You said our lifestyles were incompatible.’ We separated a week ago, after going steady for six months. The truth is I had been unable to handle my jealousy. Jane would never give up anything for a man. She never had time for me. Why, she pent more time with her endless string of friends, admirers and ex-lovers than she did with me. I never knew where she was and who she was with, and she chastised me for asking. I couldn’t take the strain. ‘Yeah, but still. You know.’ ‘Oh don’t be a hypocrite. You have always had the hots for her. You told me so yourself.’ ‘I did not.’ ‘Did so.’ ‘Did not.’ ‘Halloween night when we all went to that kinky party in Dominick’s house, remember? You were practically dragging her up the stairs.’ ‘I was not. You told her to come up with us. I wanted to be with you.’ ‘No. You said you wouldn’t mind a threesome with her and me. That’s what you said.’ ‘That’s not how I said it. You insisted on that we do a threesome and we had a fight on the stairs. I said that like the next guy I wouldn’t mind doing it with two women, but that I didn’t think it was appropriate for us, ...

... for our relationship. I left, if you’ll kindly remember.’ ‘You chickened out, that’s all. You didn’t think your little pecker would hold it against two women. You couldn’t keep me satisfied, much less two at a time.’ The old anger and jealousy welled up in me again, reminding me of why we had split up. Jane always liked to keep me on the losing end, and I had no defense against that. I lowered my head and avoided eye contact, signaling that I did not want to get into a fight. That had always been my strategy. Ours had been – and still was – an odd relationship. I knew deep down inside she loved me, but at the same time she loathed the weakness in me and did everything she could to bring it to the surface, to accentuate her superiority over me. She needed to feel superior. In the end I guess that’s what attracted me to her. Humiliation, much as I hated it, had always been a huge turn-on for me. ‘You know, when you left us all by ourselves there on the stairs, Marie and I went up to my apartment and we fucked our brains out all night. You don’t know what you missed.’ ‘You… that’s a lie. You did no such thing.’ ‘Oh yes, we did. She licked my pussy until I was screaming in ecstasy, and then we both fucked the same cucumber. You would have loved it. Between the two of us we swallowed it whole and all you would have seen was two cunts fucking each other until you heard the cucumber snap right in two by the force of our climaxing cunts…’ ‘Stop it!’ She laughed. She knew exactly how to ...