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The Bad Boy

Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

observed. “He was into you. He’d like to take you to bed, that’s for sure.” “Do you know them?” “Not until last night. They gave me their email address.” I paused, sipped my coffee. “Can I ask you a question?” I searched his face, looking for clues. “Do you want me to fuck other guys? Would that get you off?” Perhaps my voice rose a tad. “You’re fantastic, you’ve got a great body, a great attitude about sex. Most girls, they’re hung up on what they should do, what they shouldn’t do. You, well, you like to explore. And, you know, we’ve done just about everything there is to do. So, yeah, the next thing, I guess, is sex with other people. At least think about it. Think of the things you’ve tried so far.” I did. There were so many, many things I did now, regularly, with Reggie, that I’d never even considered thirty weeks ago. And I didn’t love Reggie. I was fond of him, I really liked going to bed with him. But I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that I’d ever want to marry him. What kind of a father would he be? So, it was just fun and games. I liked fun and games, I did. So, would spreading myself around be just fun and games? I wasn’t sure. I kissed him. “Let’s go back to bed,” I offered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weeks went by. At night, in the privacy of my apartment, I considered my options. I looked up Club Illicit’s website, found for just a very modest fee, much lower than a single male, I could show up by myself, dance with whomever I pleased, I was sure I’d have ... numerous guys hanging on me, I could take my pick. I looked at swinger sites, discovered many married women wanted to play with other women, with or without their husbands. I would be a ‘unicorn,’ that pleased me. In my bed, after turning off the sidelight, I fantasized; Reggie wasn’t a part of it, the Dionysus was! It wasn’t that I was done with Reggie, not at all. He was perfectly useable still, continued to turn me on. But I began to feel I was ready to turn the page and read the next chapter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a Friday night. Reggie and I had a date, he called me up at lunch and asked, “Want to try something new?” “Sure! What?” “It’s a surprise. You don’t want me to ruin it, do you?” “No, I guess not.” In fact, I loved the tension I felt when I was sure there was something new about to happen, I savored it. “What time?” “I’ve got a thing, I’ll be there about nine, okay?” “Are we staying in or going out? Should I get dressed up?” “Don’t worry about it.” This was frustrating, how the hell do I know what I’m supposed to look like? “I’ll see you then, okay?” Asshole! But I thought about it all afternoon. I made it home just after six, and in the living room there was a large pink box waiting for me. I opened the box, read the note. ‘It’s going to be a great night. Wear these . . . Reggie.” Inside, wrapped in tissue, was a satin ebony bra, lacy panties, a garter belt with stockings, six inch high heels, dusky pearl earrings. And a USB with a hours of soft jazz on it. That ...