This is a revision of a story I posted to Literotica several years ago. All characters and events are fictional.
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Brandi and I had been dating for over a year. I was under the impression we had an exciting and fulfilling sex life. We kept our own apartments, but we had keys to the other's. I stopped by her place one day after work to pick up a CD I'd left there and found a brochure for a swinger's cruise on her coffee table. That, for obvious reasons, left me wondering.
I glanced through the brochure and was surprised to feel a tingle in the nether regions at the thought of it. I decided to wait a couple days and see if she brought it up or if I'd need to ask about it. I put the brochure back where I'd found it and left her place, going to meet my buds at our favorite watering hole.
My friends and I watched the big screen as our local pro-basketball team got beaten down by the reigning champs. It'd been an east coast game so it was only early evening when I left the bar, hailed a cab and headed for home. I expected Brandi to be there. It was Friday and she usually was.
When I got home, she wasn't there, but I found a note from Brandi on the kitchen counter. The note said she'd gone to male stripper night at the local titty bar with a couple friends from work and she'd be coming to see me afterward. She'd plastered her lipstick print on the bottom rather than signing it.
I smiled, then pulled a cardboard pizza from the freezer and stuck it in the oven. The last time she'd gone to male stripper night she'd been horny as hell when she got home and nearly wore my ass out. I tossed my jeans at the closet. They landed in the general vicinity. I pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tee-shirt. I grabbed a beer and dropped onto the couch to await my girl and the pizza.
I glanced at the framed picture of Brandi and me on the shelf near the TV. Her big brown eyes were shining and her lips were pulled back in a dazzling, come-hither smile. My cock stirred as I imagined those plump, soft lips closing around my manhood.
A quick check on the oven's timer showed plenty of time. I pushed my shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh, pulled my tee-shirt up and thought of Brandi's firm, heart-shaped ass as I lightly stroked the underside of my semi-erect cock.
I closed my eyes and thought of her warm breasts pressed against my chest. I tightened my grip on the shaft and pumped it gently. Her beaming face in my mind's eye brought my cock to rigid attention. I manipulated it more aggressively. I paused for a moment. What if Brandi came in and caught me doing this? The hell with it, she could take over. I went back to stroking faster.
I imagined her on that cruise ship with my cock pounding into her shaved, puffy pussy while an appreciative audience looked on. That was all it took. I sucked in a deep breath. Cum erupted from my cock's reddened head. I kept stroking it until the twitching had come to a complete stop. I lay there with a puddle of cum on my belly.
I spent a few seconds letting everything calm down, then I looked around for something to wipe the mess up with. Damn, tissue box was just out of reach. Now what in hell was I going to do? The couch was still new. Finally, I pulled my tee-shirt off and cleaned up. The tee-shirt joined my jeans just as the oven timer went off.
I cut the pizza into eight slices. It's a habit. Then ate half of them while I considered that swingers' cruise brochure again. Was there something wrong with us? With me? Why did she want to be with different man? I put the rest of the pizza in the fridge and decided I really didn't want to share Brandi with another guy, but I'd try if she really wanted it. I mean it was swingers, right? Meaning I'd get some new pussy too. I still held out hope she wasn't too serious about the whole deal.
I decided to shower then watch TV until she showed up. Sometime after midnight I was staring at a lame infomercial about bathtub liners. I only had a towel wrapped around my waist when the door lock clicked.
I half turned, looking to the door. Brandi and her best friend Nancy spilled into the apartment, giggling and whispering louder than normal people talk. Brandi closed the door and leaned her back against it. "You see, Nan. I told you I knew where a man was hiding. There he is!"
"I see him, Bran and he's kind of hot too," Nancy said. She pulled off her jacket and draped it on the coat rack near the door. "Got any beer, Tommy?"
I flashed a stern frown as I stood. "Yeah, but you can't have any if you're going to call me that. It's Tom or Tomas." The women burst into a fit of giggling. I chuckled a little too, then went to the fridge and pulled it open.
I looked the girls over as I grabbed a couple of bottles. They were dressed for action and both were smoking hot. Tight jeans, plunging neckline blouses that were nearly see through to begin with and no bras. They were about the same size, with nearly identical figures. Brandi once told me all of her clothes were jointly owned by Nancy. I handed each of them an opened beer and stood there openly admiring their small-firm tits through the sheer fabric.
"So, Nancy, where's Jerry tonight?" I asked.
Nancy giggled a little. "He switched teams and decided to hang out with his homosexual friends. Left me to fend for myself. Luckily, Brandi here came up with a great idea."
"It's a great idea and Jerry's going to miss out, but you won't." Brandi took a long pull on her beer.
Jerry was Nancy's on again off again boyfriend. I'd only met him once and all he'd talked about was some old beater he had. "I see, so he's working on his classic car tonight?"
Nancy nodded while taking a sip from her bottle. "So, Bran what do you think Tomas has on under that kilt?"
Brandi broke into laughter. "That's no kilt, it's just a towel and he's no Scotsman. He's Irish. But I'll bet you he's naked under there."
I took a gulp of beer and assumed the boldest stance I could in front of those two beautiful, tipsy women. "I'm of German ancestry I'll have you know."
"Okay, Fritz, take off that towel and show us what you've got. We've seen a lot of big dick tonight. Time to see if you measure up." Nancy set her bottle aside and reached for my towel.
I took a quick step back and the girls erupted with another case of noisy giggles. I looked at Brandi, who smiled back. Was this some sort of test. I'd always thought Nancy was sexy and fun to be with, but I hadn't wanted to screw things up with Brandi so I'd never made a pass at her. Regardless, Brandi was standing right there. If this was a drunk prank, so be it. I decided to throw caution to the wind and pay the price tomorrow.
I turned my back to them and opened the towel. I swung my ass back and forth behind it in rhythm to some tune I had in my head. Nancy howled with laughter and Brandi loudly hummed the notes to an ancient burlesque, bump and grind melody.
"Swing it, baby." Nancy clapped. "Show Mama the prize."
