SECONDS.TXT Sloppy Seconds Fantasy dolfan353@aol.com (Note: This is a story for mature adults only. It contains graphic sexual material which should not be shared with minors or anyone not wishing to read fictional erotica.) My former girlfriend Tammi, 25 at the time, knew how to make a man's head turn. After an afternoon on the beach, where she got more than her fair share of stares along the boardwalk, we got into a spirited conversation about where the boundaries lie relating to cheating. She knew that I enjoyed the attention she received as much as she did, but I wondered where she would draw the line. I was 28 at the time and surprised to hear how far she would go. Lunches with male acquaintances, sensual conversations and even forms of mild touching, were not considered cheating, said Tammi. Through process of elimination I discovered that most anything short of intercourse was not cheating, according to my spirited little blond girlfriend who I had been dating for about a year. I realized that she might be sounding bolder than she was for my benefit, so I challenged her to put her money where her mouth was. That's right, I said I'd bet her $100 that she couldn't go as far as she said she could without feeling some sort of guilt. Of course the money wasn't the only motivation for us. The challenge, the seduction and the shear fun were much more intriguing. "That's all?" she said. "Just get someone off, or whatever? Anyone. That's money in the bank." "Yeah, I don't think you can do it." That night we went out to a club near the ocean. Tammi wore a short wraparound skirt and halter top. She looked real hot. She said that by midnight she was going to be $100 richer. We danced and drank for a while. She asked if I minded separating. I agreed, still not thinking she'd go through with it. Guys began to approach her to dance and to buy her drinks. I stayed clear for well over an hour, watching Tammi sucked up all the attention she could. I began fantasizing about what Tammi would look like pulling on some stranger's cock. Then came one guy who I knew was Tammi's type. She spent considerably more time with him. They danced very suggestively and eventually found a table in a dark corner. I let things progress and was becoming rock hard watching my girlfriend tease the hell out of this guy. He put his hand on her thigh a couple times and she ran her hand through his long hair while sucking on ice cubes from her empty glass. For the first time I began to realize that I might lose this bet. After another dance, I watched Tammi lead this guy from the club out to the boardwalk. I followed. She proceeded to head down to the sand, under the dock. A risky move, but a necessary one I suppose. Now I knew I was going to get what I asked for and my heart began to race. This guy was all over Tammi within seconds. They pressed against each other while leaning up against a post. She was really into it. I was amazed at how sexual she appeared in the arms of this stranger. I should have known that a simple hand job alone was not going to be possible without this guy getting in his feels of my girlfriend's petite body. What was worse was the question of whether Tammi was going to be able to stop this when she needed to. I could see that he had his hands all over her breasts, which were now fully exposed, and was reaching under her skirt. She seemed to struggle a little at first, but then threw her head back and let it go of her inhibitions. I was about 75 feet away, standing behind a concession stand. The full moon helped me see. It was about as perfect a view as I could have hoped for. Unfortunately, with the waves crashing in, I couldn't hear Tammi. She's usually very vocal during foreplay. And foreplay was about as far as this was supposed to go. Yet, by observing her for several minutes, it was obvious that Tammi was a lot more into this than either of us had expected she would be. As he pressed against her, she dug her hands into his buttocks. With her top fallen to her waist, and her skirt partially raised, they appeared to be dry humping against the post. Tammi was half heartedly trying to wiggle free, but at the same time get her hand down the front of his pants. She later told me that she felt that if she could get her hand on his cock, that she would have been able to bring him to climax quickly enough to end the encounter right then. That wasn't the script that the stranger was following, however. Instead, he pushed her shoulders down until she dropped to her knees then lower his pants and grabbed the sides of her head. I thought Tammi might have decided to give this guy a blow job in hopes of escaping without any further acts. But the evidence didn't support that theory. She really appeared to enjoy it. She took long, deep plunges and would take breaks to lick under his balls. This was not a business-like blow job by any means. I became slightly disgusted with the sight of my girlfriend down on her knees sucking some stranger's cock with all the vigor of a whore house slut. But, I had gotten what I had asked for. And, while I was tempted to leave her right then and there, I had to see for myself how far Tammi was going to go. After a few more minutes, this guy stood her up and faced her against the post. Then he dropped to his knees and lifted the back of her skirt and pulled down her panties, which she willingly stepped out of. Not even a hint of resistance. He started massaging her ass and spreading her gorgeous, little firm cheeks. Then, with her further bent over and feet separated, he started going down on her with his mouth. She was slapping the post and throwing her head back in pleasure, grinding her butt against his face. Knowing now that she was going to let him fuck her, I thought about intervening. Thought she might even want me to. Yet, curiosity continued to get the better of me. I just froze. Tammi could have escaped at any moment while the stranger was on his knees behind her but didn't. She had to know what was coming. He slowly stood up and kept Tammi bent over. She placed her hands on her knees to steady herself. He took a step forward, towards her ass, and began to penetrate her. I wondered if Tammi knew I was watching the whole time, or whether she was going to try and lie about all this. After they fucked in that position for a few minutes, the guy lied down on his back. Tammi voluntarily looked down on him, flipped back her long wavy hair and willfully sat on his cock, riding him with enthusiasm. She arched her back and threw her head from side to side. He came so hard that his butt rose up out of the sand, easily lifting my 100 pound girlfriend. Tammi leaned forward and dug her fingertips into his chest. I was shocked as hell that she allowed him to come inside her. Watching my girlfriend fucking this guy's brains out in the light of the moon with the ocean pounding the shore, was a sight I'll never forget. Afterwards, they walked back up to the boardwalk and spent a few minutes talking. The whole encounter lasted less than 30 minutes. I scampered back to the club and waited for Tammi to rejoin me. When she arrived, she had a very odd expression on her face. "Where have you been?" I asked. "You mean you didn't follow?" she answered with a sense of relief. "I followed, but lost sight of you when you left the boardwalk. So I came back here." She paused. "Well, you win the bet," she said. "I couldn't do it." "Oh really," I said. "I figured once you got him to wherever you guys went that it was a done deal. Thought I'd see some cum dripping off the side of your hand." Of course I knew better. I knew that she had far exceeded my challenge and that I had a lot of thinking to do, not only about the encounter, but the lie and this growing obsession. At that moment, however, all I could think about was getting between Tammi's legs. There was something alluring about being with freshly-fucked pussy. I convinced her to go to our room. She wanted to wash up before hitting the sheets, but I insisted that I couldn't wait. I could tell she was concerned that I might discover some evidence of her lie, perhaps a musty smell, and tried to fight me off somewhat without raising suspicions. But it was useless. I was on a mission. Her panties were sandy and gooey. She said she'd been horny all night long and must have been wetter than she thought. She again tried to prevent me from getting a closer look. Her pussy was sprinkled with sand and slightly raw looking. Tammi kept it nicely trimmed. The lips were dark pink. As I separated the labia, the inner lips were wilted and had obviously been penetrated in the past hour. Then, without expecting it, cum trickled out of her. Tammi felt it, but tried to ignore it, as she closed her legs hoping I wouldn't notice. To see another man's fluids dripping from my woman brought on an incredible mix of emotions. I pushed her legs apart again. The cum was now pasted inside both of the uppermost part of her inner thighs. I subtly mixed her own juices with those of her friend's and rubbed the sloppy mess into her mound. We fucked long and hard that night. My cock slid in and out more easily than normal. When I came I wondered how she felt taking two loads from two different men in the same night. I was tempted to ask, but didn't. Tammi never told me the truth about that evening. I am not sure what came over her that night, or whether it ever happened again. We remained together for another year and I had no reason to expect that she ever cheated on me again. I gave her several opportunities to tell me the truth about the beach act, mainly because I wanted her to tell me how it felt, but she was determined to hide it. The lie, probably more than the act, led to us drifting apart after two years. Since then I have held onto this sloppy seconds fetish but have been with only one other woman who openly satisfied that fantasy. She was an older European woman named Marie, who didn't have near the inhibitions or looks of Tammi, but who made no bones about her love of men and sex. She had very short dark hair and was perhaps 10 or 15 pounds overweight. Frankly, looked better with clothes on than off. She dressed very well though and had a certain amount of class. She had a very sensual personality and men were drawn to her despite her age. We dated on an off for about a year and she confessed to fucking some other boyfriends before going out with me on several occasions. I counted at least six guys she was banging regularly. All younger than she. Marie also knew it turned me on to hear about her playing the field and would go into great detail about getting it twice, or in one case three times, in the same day. Not shy at all about showing evidence of her escapades either. The openness of it actually took away from some of the intrigued. Marie was so bold that one night I drove over to her apartment at the precise time she told me and saw some guy leaving as I walked down the hall. Seconds later, I knocked on her door. She opened it wearing nothing but a teddy and a grin. She quickly grabbed my hand, led me into the bedroom and immediately gave me a great view of her crotch while sitting on the bed, against the headboard with her knees up. "I can't give it to you any more freshly fucked than this honey," said Marie. Then she parted her legs even wider and gave me that evil smile. I was stunned. This was pretty wild, even for this 45-year-old slut. Her pussy hair was caked in semen and it looked as though she took it up the ass also, something she enjoyed more than any woman I had ever met. She described how she fucked this guy she picked up at the grocery story just a few minutes ago. She had noticed him there before and was very attracted to him. Then, as soon as they were done screwing, she told him she saw her "husband's" car drive up and that he had to go immediately. That's when I saw him rushing out. Probably scared the bastard to death. But damn, what a sight. Marie's dark pubic hair matted together. Her pussy still steamy and swollen. And a little hickey on her breast. Marie would have done anything that night and actually did agree to let me watch her get fucked later that evening by one of her married friends. The three of us stayed up all night as Marie took turns with each of us. We kept depositing more and more semen into her until her pussy just began to leak continuously. That was about as wild as it got with Marie. Even with my present girlfriend, a 29-year-old blond advertising rep with a tremendous body (5-4, 115 pounds, 34-25-34), my fetish has not diminished. She knows little about it, however, but seems open-minded and naughty enough to one day take a walk on the sloppy side. I say this because Ellen evidently was pretty wild in college. I don't have all the details yet, but I know she danced at a club to pay her tuition and still has a tattoo on her left breast as a memento from a night she partied and slept with two men. She also has a belly button ring. In fact, this weekend I am going with her to watch her have her nipples pierced by some guy in a sleazy little place near the beach. She has beautiful firm tits which will look great in the hands of a near stranger. Surprised that I would allow this, and even want to tag along, Ellen said that perhaps one day she'll have her clitoris done. Another very arousing thought. I am sure there isn't a guy in America that wouldn't want to get an up close look at her tight, shaven pussy. My hunch is that someone will eventually get that opportunity, although in the normal course of any given day, I don't think most men would pick up on Ellen's sexy side, so she doesn't get hit on a lot despite dynamite, although wholesome, looks. In fact, she is usually very shy and a conservative dresser. Only when she goes to the beach or the pool or dancing does she reveal a more sensuous, playful side. The fact that she is quite willing to drop her blouse for a stranger to pierce her tits or spread her legs to have her pussy outfitted, gives me hope that one day she'll lift her skirt, show off her cute little ass and welcome someone to use her pussy as a sperm bank. More on that when and if it happens... (comments from people with similar interests welcomed)