She Needs Someone Bigger

"Dude, she's hot as hell," your friend said as you both watched your girlfriend dance with some of her friends.

"I know," you replied as your eyes remained glued to her lithe body in that tight dress.

She looked over at you and then glanced at your friend. You saw her smile. You saw her eyes sparkle a little. You knew that she'd be dancing with other guys if you weren't there, that she's a bit of a flirt that way. You also remembered how wild the sex was the last time she went out and danced with someone else.

Her pussy was soaked and she sucked your dick like never before, then climbed on top and took you for a naughty ride while talking dirty about how good you felt in her pussy.

"You should go and dance with her," you said to your friend.

"What?"

You looked at him and nodded. "Seriously. The last time she danced with some other guy she came home and fucked my brains out all night long. It was incredible. Do me a favor and go dance with her."

"Are you serious?"

You nodded and your friend pushed away from the bar and moved towards your girlfriend. She smiled at you and you nodded. Then, just like that, the two of them were body to body and dancing to the thumping beat of the music.

You'd never seen her dance with someone before and you expected to feel a little jealous. You did, of course, but there was also something oddly compelling about it, about the way she moved her body, about the way she reached up and put a hand around the back of his neck at one point like she was going to kiss him. She didn't, but it was thrilling to watch her touch him so frequently. You figured that's what got her going, though. The flirtiness of it. The sense that they might do something more physical without actually crossing that line.

Then she spun around, took his hands, and put them on her hips. He pulled her close. Her ass was pressed into his crotch. You stared and felt a strange stirring between your legs. She took his hands and moved them up her torso. They stopped right under her breasts and she leaned into him. She turned her head and their lips damn near met. His hands moved a little further north, stopping achingly close to cupping her breasts. They looked like a couple exploring their chemistry, like two people preparing to run home together to have wild sex. She must have done the same thing when she was out with her friends. That's why she ran home to you and rode you to multiple orgasms that night.

She comes off the dance floor after a few songs and orders a shot. Your friend seems a bit dazed and moves to a bar stool a short distance from the two of you.

She kisses you and she does so with the same fervor you felt on that night of the incredible sex. 

"Can I bring him home with us?" she asks.

"What?"

She smiles. "He got hard for me as we danced. I could feel it pressing into my ass. He's got a really big cock, baby, and I want a big cock in my pussy."

You're dumbfounded, and yet nowhere near as insulted as you probably should be. Instead, you're intrigued. Maybe even excited.

"Is that smart?"

"Probably not, but I need to be stretched, baby, and I don't want to cheat on you."

"I don't stretch you?"

She makes a playfully pouty face and shakes her head. "No, baby. You're not big enough. I need someone bigger, and your friend is bigger. Much bigger."

She leans in and strokes you through your slacks. Her lips meet yours. A deep kiss follows. You were already half hard and it doesn't take long to get you the rest of the way there. Soon enough you're throbbing.

"I'm going to ask him to come home with us," she says. "To fuck me with his big cock. To stretch my pussy. To do it all while you watch. Okay?"

You nod and she walks away. She goes to your friend. He turns to her. They kiss without either of them saying a word. His hand moves to her ass as their tongues dance. You know his answer before she asks the question.

Tonight, you're going to watch your big-dicked friend stretch your girlfriend's pussy.