Breaking the Rules - Sex Stories

Breaking the Rules

... projecting her friend's behaviour onto Marco.

Still, Elena always felt awkward around him, partly because of how he looked at her, partly because he was an intimidatingly large man, and partly because of an embarrassing situation from the first time they had met. Long story short, she had asked him how a black man had come to have the last name McCullough, being drunk enough at the time so as not to consider how insensitive and nosy a question like that could have been. Luckily, at least, he had taken it in good stride, informing her that, while most of his ancestry was Kenyan, his father's grandfather had been Irish.

Ever since this meeting, Elena always found herself flustered and self-aware around him. She knew it was a small thing, but it had set the mood of their relationship, at least on her end, ever since.

"Oh, tell him I said hi too." Was Elena's simple answer, suppressing a slight twinge. Hayley went silent for a little while, presumably talking to her husband. Elena took the opportunity to pull all of her bras out of the wardrobe, laying them out before her on the bed. She took some time sorting through them, putting them into three piles: No, Maybe, and Hell No. The first pile was mostly occupied by the ones she had already tried on, while the last was dominated by risqué lingerie; babydolls, cupless bras, corsets, and the like. She was shocked seeing how large this last category actually was- had she actually bought this many sexy things to wear in ...

... the bedroom? Taking a closer look at a few pieces from the pile, she quickly realized what was up.

Well over half of the titillating garments belonged to her fiancée, Katelyn- they must have gotten mixed in with Elena's laundry at some point. The two had the same bra size, 34C, so a quick glance wasn't always enough to tell their underwear apart.

"You still there, Hayley?" Elena asked, turning her gaze to the 'maybe' pile, noting the five bras that had made the cut.

"I... uh... yeah, still here. Just chatting with Marco, sorry." There was a slight commotion on the other end of the line, but Elena, engrossed in her task, barely noticed. "So... uhn... you pick your clothes out yet?" Hayley continued as Elena switched on speakerphone, placing the receiver on a nearby desk.

"No, still stuck on the underwear."

"Oooh!" Hayley said, just a little bittoo enthusiastically. "I mean, fun! You should wear one of Katelyn's sets- she always buys the sexiest underwear." There was a slight break in the commotion, and Elena heard Marco's baritone rumble indistinctly across the phone. For a moment, she could have sworn she'd heard another voice too, this one gentler, more feminine, but she wasn't sure. Soon enough, the commotion resumed, drawing Elena's attention slightly. What was going on over there?

"Hey you! Get your slutty eyes off of my wife-to-be!" Elena laughed. Her friend was incorrigibly horny- the kind of person who truly embraced the word 'slut' as a term of ...