Whitney's Adventures

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Hello pet

 

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so did you like the vacation idea, or the buddy?

 

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Probably would prefer the buddy to get things started

 

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Whitney returned from work late on a Monday evening to find her husband, Jake, hanging out with his best buddy and also her close friend, Mark.

The three of them go back a ways. Whitney and Jake met early on in their college "careers". Both rather "green" freshmen when at a party they hooked up and have been together ever since. Mark, was Jake's roommate, so the "threesome" hung out quite a bit and Mark had to suffer through those nights where he'd come home to find the "sock on the door". Due to the lack of personal space in the dorms, they had both seen each other in various stages of undress but never any nudity.

Flash forward a little over 10 years and Whitney and Jake are married and settled down in a nice suburban home. Mark is a bit of a bachelor working a consulting job and running back and forth across the US based on his clients' needs. So, Whitney would be surprised and pleased to see him sitting on the couch, with her husband on that evening.

"Hey stranger" ::She'd smile and greet him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek:: "Jake didn't mention you'd be in town this week..." ::Mark had a habit of not telling anyone where he is was anyway, as he'd usually be busy with work stuff at nights::

"Oh. I forgot to tell you, hun." ::Jake blushed and shrugged -- he was forgetful and wasn't really all that good at making 'social' plans -- Whitney managed that calendar:: "Mark is here for the night...his client is next to my office...so I offered for him to stay here since we were going to watch the game and well, I didn't want to stay in the city all night..." ::Jake was a bit of a homebody, but something told Whitney that there was more to this 'sleepover'::

[She is dressed like this http://www.anntaylor.com/ann/produc...tPageType=fullPriceProducts&defaultColor=7841 and she looks like Kristen Bell]

 

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"Good to see you again Whitney," Mark said with that damn charming smile he always seemed to melt girls' hearts with. He stood up and went over to her, and the two old friends hugged. He held her tight, savoring the feel of her body in his arms.

Jake had told him what he'd wanted his wife to do, and Mark had jumped at the opportunity. He'd always wanted to tap that ass, Jake had just beaten him to the punch.

"Any chance you'll fix us some of your famous margaritas?" Mark asked her with a wink.

 

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"You too, Mark" ::There was something about Mark that she always found attractive. Perhaps it was just that he was a bigger man --- about 6'2" and nearing 200lbs or so --- as compared to Jake's 5'9 and 150. She lingered a moment in his arms. Her hands on his forearms as if they were about to dance. She then tilted her head a little, trying to get a read on him, as for some reason, she had always been able to get any of Jake's little secrets out of him with a little tugging -- and especially with a few margaritas::

"Ummmm...yeah...I think I can manage that..." ::She hopped off to the kitchen and in about 15 minutes returned with drinks for them all::

"Here we go boys..." ::She smiled as she returned to the living room and found the two men sitting on opposite sides of the couch making use of the recliners on each end. She handed them each a drink before sitting down next to Jake and snuggling up with him. She kicked off her shoes and brought her bare feet up on the couch to the side (within Mark's reach with a little stretch)::

"So, what's the score?" ::She bit her lip. She could tell that Jake's team was losing but it didn't seem to bother him as much as usual::

[Keep in mind -- Jake is a bit of an introvert, so I'd really like for Mark to be a rather gentle "bull" in this situation -- he should have the patience to work with her nerves to get what he wants at the end]

 

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(All good doll. You don't need to use the :: either, just write normal)

Mark happily accepted the margarita from Whitney. "Good guys are losing by three runs," he said. He loosened his necktie and took a long drink. He'd had a long day; three different flights, airports and connections and all that nonsense, and it was good to be with old friends for once instead of anonymous, single-serving travel companions. He didn't care too much about the game, either. His gaze certainly kept getting drawn back to Whitney.

"You can't be comfortable in that business attire, Whit," he said. "I'm not going anywhere, why don't you change into something more casual?"

 

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"I'm fine, Mark," she said as she nuzzled a little in Jake's chest. "Sorry the good guys are losing."

She pouted a bit and looked back at Mark. "I'm just gonna hang out a bit anyway, ya know, finish the margarita and get to bed early. That way you guys can watch the game without me getting in the way."

She smirked and kissed Jake on the cheek before standing up and carrying her still partially full margarita towards the kitchen. "I'm going to grab some snacks, can I get anyone anything?"

 

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"You're not in the way at all, doll," Mark replied, watching her walk away. He took another sip of the margarita. It was damn good. "Besides, I came here to see both of you," he said, giving Whitney a wink and making sure she caught it. His eyes lingered on her lithe, sexy frame, and his cock twitched a bit at the thought of what Jake really wanted him to do to his wife.

He got up from the couch. "Here, let me give you a hand," he said, following her into the kitchen...

 

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She looked back at him as he followed like a puppy dog. "Why do I always catch you looking at my butt?" She sighed, resting an arm on her hip as she opened the pantry to choose some snacks and ultimately pulled out some chips and pretzels.

The two had always flirted, heavily but nothing came of it. They were just friends and attractive individuals and living in close quarters led them down such a path. They were both Type A personalities and she had indeed had her "what if?" thoughts back then and still now, but she knew Jake was a much better fit for her. But that did not preclude her from enjoying the attention he gave her and well, thinking about him from time to time in daydreams.

"So, who's the latest flight attendant or intern or femme fatale in your life?" She winked as she took out some bowls and filled them up.

 

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Mark smirked. "Natasha," he said. "If I recall correctly..." he scratched his head and winked at her. They had always had a running joke that Mark could never even remember the name of his most recent conquest.

"No, I'm starting to slow down a bit, though I don't say no when a pretty lady throws herself at me."

He looked her up and down again, and then came up behind her. He slid his arms around her, pulling her to him, her ass nestled against his crotch, suddenly very much in her space.

"But from talking to Jake, seems he thinks you should be my next squeeze."

 

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She giggled as he first grabbed her. This was not an uncommon practice and she had been guessing his 'size' for years based solely on how he felt against her ass.

"Hey!!!" She squirmed free a little flushed as he got a little too aggressive.

"Um..." She blushed HARD as he made his inference and sighed.

"Jake!" She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the granite counter. "Get your ass in here..."

Surely enough Jake knew exactly what Mark was going to "pull" when joining her in the kitchen and he was not the least bit surprised as he was summoned in shortly after hearing her yelp.

"What's up?" He entered the kitchen a few moments later playing dumb.

"What did you tell him?" She bit her lip, and backed up in a corner by the sink a good 6 feet or so from both of them. She looked pale, shocked, almost 'violated'.

Yes they had discussed such things in bed but she never quite thought he would push forwards and especially not with Mark. She always thought that if she 'finally gave in' they'd decide together who it would be, you know talk about it more, plan --- she was a planner, everything in her life was to plan.

[i have to go afk for the rest of the day. will be around tomorrow.]

 

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Jake blushed hard, and stammered, trying to explain himself, but Mark spoke up. "Whitney, it's not his fault. I practically had to pry it out of him." Jake was looking at her with a desperate lust in his eyes as Mark took a couple steps towards her, almost cautiously.

"We all know you love your husband very much..." Mark said, taking another step closer, closing the gap between them.

"And that you would never do anything to hurt him..." Closer...

"And you want to do everything in your power to make him happy..." One more step...

Jake's eyes had grown wide seeing the distance close between Mark and Whitney. The bulge in his pants was obvious as well.

"This is just something that will make your husband a very, very happy man," Mark said, standing in front of her now. He placed a hand on her neck, softly, cradling her head before leaning in to kiss her deeply...

 

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Whitney dodged his kiss. Ducking under his arm and to the other side of the kitchen nearest to Jake.

"What are you guys doing?" She giggled, hoping this was all just a little joke to tease her a bit, maybe loosen her up to the idea some more. She approached Jake and cuddled into him.

"What dya say we have another round of margaritas and discuss it a little more, make you a bit more comfortable?" Jake spoke, stroking her hair. He was all into it and willing to take the time to make it happen since now the ice was broken. Yet perhaps his feelings would turn a bit later as he watched it come to fruition. [He should be a little conflicted---not entirely confident at all times]

"Um, well, the margarita --- I definitely need another" She immediately bolted to the fridge. "But I don't know about this little scheme you two planned. I was right to be suspicious when I saw him on the couch," Whitney added as she raised a brow. When she pictured her first "threesome" she had imagined it as a bit more interactive than just a guy jumping her.

 

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"Suspicious?" Mark said with a smirk, downing his margarita. "You make it sound as if I had nothing but devious intentions in coming here." He was teasing, of course. He poured himself a refill on his margarita. "I'll give you guys a minute," he said, and headed back out to sit on the couch and watch the ball game.

Jake turned to his wife. "I'm sorry baby. I guess I should have run that by you first... I think I just hoped that having someone willing and ready to go might help you see it can be more than just a fantasy..." He kissed her cheek.

 

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"Well um..." She bit her lip leaning against the counter. "It really was JUST a fantasy...." She wavered her eyes dropping a bit avoiding eye contact. She in that way was kind of admitting that she got a little 'wild' in bed sometimes and was embarrassed by it.

They had always talked about some chance encounter with a random, yet oddly perfect man or couple -- not Mark. Not a guy they had known forever. Not the best man at their wedding. Not a guy who they'd see at every major future milestone in their life and his. How could she look him in the eye after something like this?

"I can't do this with Mark?" Her voice expressing uncertainty but Jake would see through it. He'd see how she was leaning and how she was biting her lip and how she would brush back her hair -- all tell tale signs of her being a subtle flirt.

"Do you really want US to do this with Mark?" She made it clear that this was an US thing, not just a her thing. A decision to be made as a couple and a consequence to be lived with as a couple.

 

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Jake gulped. He was starting to have second thoughts of his own. Even though the thought of it turned him on, it was nerve-wracking. He grabbed his wife's hand. He knew how wild, how much more she got into their sex when the dirty talk revolved around sharing her with other men; Jake knew she wanted it, and he had a good idea that it would dramatically improve their already amazing sex life.

"I think if we're going to do it, we should start with someone we know and trust," he said, squeezing her hand.

 

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She squeezed back and squirmed around, showing her nerves. Her other hand tucked her hair behind her ears. "But, Mark? Really?" Her brow raised. "You want it to be with, Mark?"

She shrugged. Mark was actually the ideal candidate. A good, close, discrete friend and a damn sexy one at that. However, there was a lot to risk here knowing very well that she and Mark had a bit of electricity she felt like she may end up embarassing herself in some way shape or form.

What if she enjoyed things a little toooooo much. And also, she worried that Mark only chased her for the chase, ya know? She was unattainable. But, what if when he finally gets his 'taste' it isn't as great as he expected?

Poor Whitney. Such a tiny. pretty girl yet so many issues.

"Why Mark?" She looked up at him. "Tell me why?" She wanted to hear his explanation/justification for his selection.

 

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Jake smiled softly at her. "We can trust him, that's why. To be discrete. To be clean. To not get too emotionally attached... You know Mark, sex is a sport to him. I know he'll show you a good time... and I know the attraction is... Mutual," he said, looking down at his feet now.

He looked back up at her. "But I know he won't be hurt if it doesn't happen. It's really up to you, baby, but... If it's really something we want, I'll support it."

"Go out there and flirt with him. I'll stay out of the way."

 

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"I'm not just gonna go out there and flirt with him!" She whispered but with fury not wanting Mark to hear all the details of what was going on in the kitchen. Boy, was this awkward. Quite the predicament. Then again, most girls would think it was a dream that her husband brought home a stud to join them every so often. She blushed hard. And again started the routine of avoiding eye contact, fixing her hair, and bitting her lower lip.

Whitney blushed as she looked back up at Jake. She knew he knew her tells and she knew he knew that she was into it. She didn't for sure know that he was into it. And didn't quite know if they could both handle the repercussion of this. She bit her lower lip again and reached out for both of his hands and intertwined her own with his.

After a little hug and a little lingering, Jake spoke up, "How about we just enjoy our margaritas, and maybe the rest of this pitcher, and maybe another few pitchers...."

She blushed as she was already mixing up another batch after refilling both of their glasses with the remainder of the first pitcher.

He continued, "And see where it goes? K? No promises. No expectations. And nothing happens unless we are both ok with it."

She looked up at him once more, and lifted her glass with a bit of a wicked yet nervous smile, "Toast?"

 

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"Cheers," Jake said, with a nervous smile of his own as they clinked their glasses together. He took a large gulp out of his, and then downed the rest! He went about mixing up the next batch, refilled his glass (and topped hers off!) and then together they headed back out to the living room, where Mark was patiently awaiting them.

"Good guys took the lead," he said with a smile. He saw Jake carrying the pitcher. "Refill?" he asked, offering his empty glass as he stood up.

"Listen, Whit, I'm sorry if I came off a little strong earlier..."

 

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"It's ok, Mark." Jake filled up Mark's glass and returned to his chaise and Whitney returned to her spot right next to him, once again bringing her feet up onto the couch within reach of Mark.

"I mean, I'm kinda hard to resist...." She raised a brow and blushed as she looked over towards him and then snuggled into Jake. "Not to toot my own horn or anything, ya know."

She did indeed enjoy all the attention she was getting on this evening. She knew that Mark always 'looked' at her but know she KNEW that he was looking at her and she KNEW his intentions were filled with lust. She had to admit to herself that this enticed her quite a bit and she noticed a clear change in the ryhthmn of her heartbeat.

 

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"Indeed. Resistance is futile," Mark said, in his best sci-fi voice, and they all had a good chuckle. It wasn't long before Mark's hand found Whitney's ankle, and then her calf, and their eyes locked together. He winked at her, and smiled.

It was starting to get late. The ball game had ended, in favor of the home team, and another pitcher of margaritas had been devoured.

"Whoo, I am gonna need to call a cab here," Mark said, standing up and stretching.

 

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"Call a cab?" Jake chuckled as he leaned in and nibbled on Whitney's ear. "But the night is still very young, right hon?" He looked over at his friend and then at his wife and then back at his friend. The room then got silent, rather awkwardly until Whitney broke the silence.

"So how is this gonna work...." She bit her lower lip hard. She had stuck her neck out a little. Opening the door.