The Thong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Thong Ch. 03

I had plenty to think about after witnessing my heart throb, Crystal, getting it on with another girl. I knew so far that she loved big cocks. She loved big black cocks. She loved having sex with girls on occasion. She was dominant but not in a mean way. Where I fit into her social life was obviously as a submissive who just wanted to, above all, please her. I never felt inferior around her. Just submissive. I liked the role.

I had experienced sex with women. Not that many but enough. I love sex. So why was I so willing to accept mild feminization? I was beyond worrying about my sexuality. Crystal seemed so mature in all her ways. She was popular with both men and women. Her work was very rewarding to her. She loved her fellow employees. She never demanded anything of me. In fact, she was compliant to my wishes. I had asked her if I could watch her have sex. I meant watch her take a big cock. She instead treated me to witnessing her having sex with a pretty blonde girl.

I wondered if watching her have sex with a guy was still on the table. At that point, since we were not having actual intercourse, I suppose that I was wanting to fuck her by proxy. That seemed weird to me. Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was just like the year I spent masturbating to the memory of a picture that I saw for only ten seconds. I had ventured to ask her the question and she came up with a scenario where maybe we could mount a camera in her bedroom. She would tell the guy that ...

... she was recording them to play back the next time they fucked.

I was somewhat out in the open as a panty wearing submissive at that point. I had confidence that Ava would not betray Crystal and me. She had no reason to. She was bisexual and seemed to be comfortable welcoming me to watch her and Crystal have sex. Both Crystal and Ava seemed very non-possessive. They welcomed me as a friend who was just biologically different than them. Idealistically, I was very much in tune with them.

In one sense, I was fighting against myself. It didn’t seem logical. My goal was to have sex with Crystal and have a lasting relationship with her. By wanting to watch her have sex with others I was not reaching my goal. I loved seeing her orgasm. I loved seeing Ava make her cum. I loved seeing Crystal eating Ava’s pussy. I wasn’t a playtoy to Crystal. She made that clear. She spoke and acted like we had a loving relationship. At that time, if that was all we were doing, it was enough for me. I hoped to progress into a sexual relationship with her.

I was afraid to ask her outright if we could have real sex. I mean, it was real what we were doing. But I wanted intercourse. She was having regular and fulfilling intercourse with Troy and maybe some hung black guys. I planned to meet some girls and develop sexual relations but for some reason my heart just wasn’t in it. It was like college. I wasn’t intentionally trying to keep a woman at arm’s length, I just didn’t want to fall in love with ...