A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... unfaithful to Mark in the least? Mark not only knew about Miguel, but he had also encouraged me to be with him and reveled in it when I told him what had happened. And of course, Mark led me to the porn arcade in the first place. My God those movies! I thought, touching myself between the legs. I was still reeling from what we'd done in public and shaking my head at our brazenness.

Then I realized,what Mark wants shouldn't make all the difference. You're an adult, it's up to you to decide whatyou want. I thought and thought some more. Could I ever bring myself to have sex with total strangers in front of Mark, even if he wanted it? To be filmed having sex? With three total strangers, three black, hung strangers? My initial thought wasno way! But my mind kept rotating back to the possibility as if magnetized to it.

One truth was clear; play acting about it was fun. I'd had glorious climaxes, the best in years at the Arcade. Sex with Miguel and last night with Mark had been atomic.

Still, good sex, even rock-your-world sex wasn't the end all and be all. If I said "yes" to the proposition would Mark suddenly get cold feet and say "no?" Or would he go through with it, watch it all unfold, then blame me for being a slut? And the worst scenario—the one that surprised me in its persistence, what if I liked it so much that I couldn't put it down? What if this was the start of something rather than the finish of it? I was totally out of control in the Arcade just watching a ...

... video. How would I react if I ever had the real flesh and blood thing?

Sitting in the shower and noodling wasn't going to bring answers, so I dried off toweled up and headed into the room.

We gathered our things and headed to the pool. I knew I needed more time, so I brought some magazines I'd from the airport and the latest Steven King novel to either read or provide cover.

I chose the skimpiest of the bikini's I'd hurriedly bought that morning with Lisa and checked my look in the mirror. I no longer felt the defensive need to look sexy, it was clear that Lisa and Mark had done nothing, and that she presented no threat, at least not a threat that couldn't be handled.

Still, I wanted to look sexy, not just for Mark, but the admiring looks in the mall and, on my flight, hadn't hurt my ego one bit. Vegas was full of swimwear shops, and I had my pick. I tried them on in front of Lisa and wasn't ashamed that she faced tough competition were she ever to change her mind and go after Mark again.

And I did look damned good. I preened in the mirror, presenting my buns, a side view, then the front, tying and re-tying the tiny little strips of fabric in a vain attempt to obtain more coverage than the fabric could provide. I hadn't inspected the backside of the little neon blue bikini very carefully in the store, or of any of them for that matter, and Lord, styles had changed. The stretchy fabric covered perhaps a third of my ass. Maybe.

But it was a very good-looking ...