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A bit of background first. I'm 28 and my girlfriend is 24. We've been going out for about 3 years and have a genuinely great relationship. This ranks as the single hottest night of my life and I want to write it down to remember it. My girlfriend is from a town outside of London. Over the past summer we've been going back to her family home quite often. It makes a change from the city and she's close to them so we take advantage of the nearby countryside and the free food her mother inevitably supplies. The town isn't so small that everyone knows each other but she knows enough people that she'll find out about the fun things happening. On one of these visits in July, she heard about a friend of a friend throwing a party that Saturday evening. To begin with she wasn't sure she wanted to go as it didn't sound like she'd know many people there. However, after we'd walked for hours, had a little midday nap, and then spent a while longer with her family, we decided we'd go along and see. We took the small, second car and made the short drive to the house which turned out to be a large and picturesque thatch cottage. She hadn't been wrong about knowing people. She recognised a few people from her old school but for the most part, they were strangers. But the mood was lively, it was a perfect summer evening, and there was alcohol in abundance. I was the designated driver so I was limiting myself but we poured drinks and took them outside to the garden to look around. She said hello to people she recognised and had several conversations involving the same questions. What are you doing now? Have you heard about so and so? How long are you back for? After a couple of these chats I wandered off to see the rest of the manicured garden. Towards the end of the lawn I found people sat around a large garden table smoking so I took a seat and joined them. It often seems like groups of friends like this can be unwelcoming to strangers but they were cool. That they were already quite drunk probably helped. I spent a while there talking, eventually turning and looking back towards the house. I could see her standing in a group by the doors. She seemed to be mostly talking to one guy. I thought nothing of it and carried on. The sun was descending and it was much darker by the time I finished my drink. I did a mental check and decided I didn't feel too drunk. I made my way back to the house to see if she wanted to stay long enough for me to have another. The kitchen was crowded and I could see into the living room where music was playing and people were dancing and talking. It took me two scans of the room before I spotted her. She was leaning back against a small cabinet, drink in hand, laughing at something a guy was saying. It was the same guy as before and it was only the two of them. So I actually took a proper look at them. They were facing each other and he was was standing closer than he needed to. It was mostly him talking and she was smiling and laughing at whatever he was saying. They were obviously flirting. I'd never her seen her like this. I liked it. Confession time then. The idea of her with another guy was and still is a big turn on. This wasn't a secret. I often asked her about her past sexual encounters. What she'd done. What she'd liked. Would she like to do something with someone else. She'd been honest answering my questions and played along to an extent but she'd always said she didn't love the idea and I knew she'd had a relatively tame past. As far as I was concerned it was a fantasy of mine that she tolerated and I had come to terms with that. On the few occasions I'd got her to admit what sort of guy she might fool around with as a one-off, she'd said it would probably be someone quite well built, maybe like an athletic rugby player. She hadn't said it with any real conviction though. The nudes of the day guy she was talking to was well built. Like an athletic rugby player. I realised immediately that I wasn't feeling jealousy. I'd always wondered if I would actually feel differently in a real life setting. Nope. I was excited. I watched for a while longer. He would lean in to talk into her ear and she would turn her head to let him. He touched her arm lightly mpl galleries a couple of times like it was the most natural thing in the world. At this point I became worried that they'd see me or that someone else would wonder why I was standing there staring. I took another drink and stepped outside to process it all. My heart and my mind were both racing and I wasn't sure what to do. Flirting didn't mean anything. I wasn't worried about her cheating. If I said something would she be pissed off? I decided to do what I normally do. Say what I wanted to say. So I messaged her and asked her to find me outside. She came out a few minutes later and walked over to where I was standing. I could see she was a little tipsy but she was smiling and had a look I hadn't seen on her in a long time. I kissed her and asked if she was having fun. She asked me the same and we spoke about the house and the evening. Then I smiled and mentioned, as casually as I could, that I'd seen her talking with a guy. I wanted her to know I wasn't accusing her or upset in any way. I asked who he was. He'd gone to her school and been in the year ahead of her. All the sexy girls bodies had liked him. Had she? Of course, she said. I laughed and said I could see why, he was attractive. Was she enjoying flirting with him? I could she was being slightly cautious but she isn't someone to lie and admitted that yes, it was fun. I was trying to stay calm but I couldn't say if it was working. He probably wants to do more than flirt, I said. She laughed quietly and replied, he probably does. Would mplstudios anya you like to? I'm not what I would call the best at reading signals but when she blushed I could tell the thought had crossed her mind. She told me later she'd felt scared about answering that honestly which is why she'd said no, that it was just a bit of fun. But I couldn't let the chance pass by so easily. Because if you wanted to, I said, I wouldn't mind. I felt like she was trying to decide if I was being serious. Or maybe she was trying to decide what she was feeling. I spoke again before she did. I really wouldn't mind. In fact, I think it would be fucking hot. Would she really not like to? She didn't know, she said. Maybe. She seemed to be measuring her words. I realised that I wasn't going to get an out and out admission. She confessed afterwards that she hadn't known what she thought when I asked. I made a final attempt to express what I felt. I meant it. If she wanted to she could. I was going to stay in the garden and she should have fun. I told her to message me when she wanted to leave then kissed her, smiled and told her I loved her. Then I leaned in and said softly into her ear, but if anything happens, just no sex, that's the only limit tonight. Honestly, I'm not sure why I said it. Perhaps I was trying to guard against unexpected feelings afterwards. I tried to stay away. I really did. But I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. There was a large group of people milling around outside the doors to the living room and I found a position where I could stand and just about make out the two of them inside. I wasn't participating in the conversation and I'm sure some of them wondered who I was and what I was doing there but by now everyone else at the party was irrelevant to me. Like extras in a two man show. Time was positively crawling by. I could see they'd resumed their close talk. His touching was now quite frequent and she was clearly enjoying the attention. After leaning in to whisper something to her for the hundredth time, I saw her nod slightly and say something and then he began to walk away with her following. My heart almost jumped out of my chest and I quickly moved to see where they were going. As I watched her walk up the stairs behind him, my adrenaline levels spiked and I had to readjust my jeans to accommodate the hardest erection I'd ever had. They were gone around forty minutes. I know this because I was looking at my phone every two seconds to check. When my phone buzzed, I could barely read the screen I was so excited. She told me she was ready to go and would meet me by the car. I had to stop myself from running around to the driveway. I didn't say goodbye to anyone. When I saw her exit through the front door I had no idea what I was going to say. I wanted to know more than anything but I didn't want to be blunt. I can only describe how she looked as slightly sheepish. From the light through the windows I could see her hair was slightly out of place. Something had to have happened but I still couldn'y quite bring myself to hope. We both said hi and then I kissed her hard, pulling her into me. It didn't register immediately. Then there was a spark of recognition that told me what it was. What I could barely taste on her tongue. The words came out before I could think about them. You sucked him off. Her eyes darted away from me and her face was instantly redder even in the night light. I grabbed her again and kissed her, pushing her against the car. If you imagine what insatiable is really like, that was me at that moment. And she was kissing me back too. Somehow I stopped myself from doing more right there. We got in the car and drove in silence. When we got back home, I was relieved that nobody was awake to talk to us. I practically dragged her to the bedroom and we fucked hard and fast. Very fast. I was way too worked up to last but the intensity was ridiculous. Afterwards we lay there for some time before I asked her to tell me about it. Slowly, I drew out the details, stopping her from rushing to finish the story, stroking her face and arm and body as she almost whispered how her evening had unfolded. We were together again before falling asleep and again the next morning. It felt like it had at the beginning, like we couldn't keep our hands off each other. And all we could do was grin stupidly at each other as her mother talked about some local news over breakfast. According to my girlfriend, when he'd asked her to go somewhere quieter, she'd agreed while still not being sure she could do anything. When they'd found a room, apparently belonging to a teenage sibling of the host, it had felt like fate. Like reliving school years. He was kissing her almost immediately and it felt incredible yet strange after so long with one person. They ended up on the bed and soon enough she'd been moaning as his hand slipped under her summer dress and inside her panties. She'd let him take off her underwear and begin to unzip his shorts before she'd had the presence of mind to stop him. Yes, she'd wanted to fuck him but she had remembered what I'd said. But she couldn't stop there. She admitted, in way I've never heard her speak before, that she wanted to see his cock. That she wanted to touch it. So she'd slipped out from under him and laid him down. Then, trying to be as seductive as mpl studio studios talia possible she'd eased down his shorts to find a pleasantly large dick. Not monstrous but big. She'd let him guide it past her lips and spent the next however long licking, sucking and stroking him until he came in her mouth with his hands in her hair, groaning and swearing. Knowing her as I do, I'm willing to bet she giggled afterwards. Once he'd regained his breath, they straightened themselves out, she slid her panties back on, and they said their goodbyes. All very friendly and grown up, no seeking more. She said she felt a sudden sense of unease about what it meant for us but as soon as we'd kissed by the car, she was ok. Excited and aroused and a little confused but ok. Nothing like this has happened since and neither of us is desperate to artificially create it again. It happened spontaneously and most beautiful nude girls it was a crazy experience. It's something we talk about in bed a lot and even tease each other about. If it never happens again, I could live with that but we'll always have that ni

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