The camming of Alise - Sex Stories

The camming of Alise

... few carefully concealed spots. What with her bathing suits, her booty shorts, the under-boob tops. Yes, pretty much everything. There isn't one of them who isn't secretly in love, or at least in frenzied lust, for her. A few are highly inappropriate any time I happen to be out of sight. Mostly it's comments about her tits, or ass, or what her lips can do, but I knew it was more, like gropes and feels as I recognize the squeal from her when it happens. I was also sure the culprit was always Don; he was that type. I also knew she seemed to purposely tease him the most, as that was also usually her type.

We had broached the subject of sex with others, again, she had my full consent, and she knew it. I think in her mind she was trying to do the "dutiful girlfriend" thing which I admired because it actually meant she cared about me and my feelings. I had actively pushed and prodded her to "return to her natural state." That kind of sex talk always led us to having off the charts sex, it really worked us both up. That may have been the key, her knowing that doing anything "outside" the relationship just added to our own lustful passion for each other.

Three of my friends were over, playing video games. They like it my house because they are either too cheap to buy their own Xbox, or the food and beverages I provide. I'm sure Alise has something to do with it as well. Even if she was trying to reform, her outfits suggested otherwise. This night it was a shiny white crop top ...

... which didn't cover her taut belly, and provided ample cleavage for our viewing pleasure. She topped that off with cut off jean shorts and I'm telling you that fine ass was on display like a Monet at a fine art gallery.

I wasn't actually considering her with my friends, even with as much flirting, teasing, and groping that was going on. God knows that some, if not all of them would've broken an arm to get some of that. I guess I was about to find out.

We were all drinking. Alise, Jason, Charley and Don were alternating partners in Call of Duty or some such game (I'm more of a zombie game fan). Naturally, Alise was trash talking her skills, which, in this case, was unwarranted. She really isn't that good at it. I was enjoying the way she was wedged in between two of them on the couch however. I caught some of their glances down her revealing top when they thought I wasn't looking. Still, this had happened dozens of times before, I wasn't expecting anything else. Alise was losing, and the more she lost, the more irritated she got. Finally, Jason replaced her and she had to sit out. Don was on his phone, engrossed in whatever he was doing. Alise came up behind him and looked over his shoulder.

"Don! Gross!" she said with a smirk of disgust. "I can't believe you are surfing porn here."

He just grinned with a bit of a blush. He gave her a shrug. Seeing that it didn't dissuade him from continuing she snatched the phone out of his hand.

"What is this?" she barked. "Some ...