Ladder

Morosexual. I hated that term. But's what my friends thought I was, when they met my girlfriend. They said she was an idiot, a bimbo and oblivious to the world around her. I hated them for saying that. I knew she could make that impression on people, but I knew her better than my friends. I didn't understand it myself but I had seen her incredible intelligence on display, even if it wasn't the kind my friends, the ones from my college, thought were valid.

I had met Neha on a dating app, in the final year of my science and her arts course, and we'd been together for two years now.

She was an incredible artist, and could make any canvas come alive. Even if the canvas was herself. She and I were living in now, and I'd seen her experimenting with makeup, things that seemed impossible for me. She'd work for hours, till her eyelids looked like paintings. Sometimes she'd decorate half of her face with intricate patterns running down on her cheeks, her neck and her collarbones. I remember being incredibly aroused by her work once.

She was also a great dresser, and I think my uppity female friends were jealous of how good she made her outfits look. The biggest contradiction in her- she was great with academics, easily managing top 3 in her class every semester, and had often stupefied me with her simplified logic. She wasn't smart in the way my friends were smart, with their Big Bang Theory references and Jordan Peterson quotes, but she had a sensual intelligence, which drove me crazy. If all that wasn't enough, I was obsessed with her body.

Neha, that's my girlfriend, had the most sensual curves I had ever seen. She coloured her thick wavy hair in crazy shades, this time it was a flaming red. Her skin was much lighter than mine, which bothered me more than it should have. Everytime we make love, I cannot stop admiring her- her heavy fleshy breasts with large pink nipples, and the way her hips curved out to the folds of her thick butt, which jiggled with her thighs when she walked. I craved her pussy often, it used to feel warm and tight, whether I put on a condom when I fucked her, or not.

My friends' disdain for her came from her carelessness. She would forget things, important things, or show up late or leave her possessions, like her phone and wallet lying around. She also made me uncomfortable with how unconscious she was of her body. On a road trip that we went for with her friends, she had taken her top off in the car because " it got too hot", not realising the boys in the car were all staring. She just wrapped her top around her neck, complaining about the heat. She had also forgotten to wear a bra when we went to a nightclub once, and one of her breasts made an appearance. She laughed it off, and took a long swig of her martini before restoring it to its sheltered place.

It gave her the reputation of being "easy", not to sleep with, she was with me, but to cop a feel, or to say raunchy things, or to steal a peek. It had been making me nervous. The boys who took these liberties with her, some her friends, some strangers who chatted her up, seemed to be more attractive than I was on most counts. Lately, there had been a lot of these encounters, I had pulled her away, or protectively put an arm around her a lot of times. But I wasn't always there. What then? Would she be seduced by some strapping stranger? Would she strip for him? Would he wear a condom when he fucked her? I would find myself thinking all this and more, my throat dry, my heart pounding in my ribcage and confusingly enough, my penis at its erect best. Lately these thoughts were all that were floating around in my head, I thought of them at work, when I went to work out, and even when I played video games. I tried to shut them out, how could I not trust her? But then they'd worm their way into my head with a force I couldn't withstand.

I would see her in the kitchen, fixing up a cup of coffee, and I would think of her best friend pulling down her pyjama bottoms and pounding her. When we fucked, I would see another of her friends' cock in her mouth. Lately, I was warming up to these visuals. Neha getting groped by strangers in a club, Neha stripping naked on a beach, Neha getting pounded by two large muscular foreigners...you get the idea.

The last time I masturbated, I was watching a pornstar taking on 6 men, yes, 6. They had begun the porno with her prim and proper, her hair in a tight, slick bun. Her bun had been messed up, she was drenched in oil and each of the 6 men had taken their turn with. Sometimes she had taken 3 or more together. Once, she was engaged with all 6. She had taken all of their thrusts and their groping, pinching and sucking. They had done their best to make her a mess. At the end, she looked victorious, while the men looked spent. It had taken me seconds to cum after I imagined Neha in the scene instead of the pornstar. Neha surrounded by 6 large, grotesque cocks, the men smacking their cocks on Neha's tits, Neha getting groped and squeezed as they covered her in oil, Neha moaning as she got double penetrated (that's one dick in the pussy, and one in the asshole)...I couldnt hold it in. My cock felt like it was going to burst, and it did. I don't remember cumming so much, ever.

I hadn't told Neha yet. But I had another problem at hand. My best friend from school, Ryan, was back from the States. He was supposed to join me every weekend to play Fifa. I wanted him to like Neha, and I also hoped she didn't do something stupid when he was there. Neha was even more oblivious at home, walking out of the shower without a towel, roaming around without any underwear, who else was there but me?

The first few weekends with Ryan were uneventful. He wasn't in great shape either, but he was tall. He also wasn't as judgy as my friends from college and got along well with Neha, appreciating her artwork. She'd be out of our way when he came over most of the times, working at her art, reading, trying out things with makeup.

That was till the summers arrived, and we needed our air conditioner on in the oppressive heat. Neha had also been acting needy lately, we'd fucked a lot more that week, almost every night. Her hair was a blue now. She'd take the lead, and ride me, finish, and then collapse on my chest, staying like that till she fell asleep.

She had just woken up when Ryan came over that weekend. He was in his usual shorts and tshirt, and Neha came out of the room, in her loose sundress, her blue hair in a high ponytail. I loved her sundress, with it's deep neck and bright orange prints. I stared at her, watching her move around the house, till I realised she had no underwear on. Maybe it was just the heat, but I started getting anxious, and hoped nothing happened till Ryan was at home. But all logic told me Neha was going to act like Neha. I put on the air conditioner at full blast, hoping she got cold, and put on atleast her panties. I saw her fiddling around in the kitchen, trying to reach for something on top. Neha being Neha, used to store some essential groceries, like coffee and snack on the attic. Why she did that, was beyond me. I would change where they were kept, only to find them on the attic again. We saw her trying to struggle with the ladder, Ryan offered help. He helped her carry the ladder to the kitchen, and to avoid any mishaps, I followed them in.

While Ryan set up the ladder, Neha climbed up, her sundress grazing the top of Ryan's face, who looked up suddenly. Mishap no. 1. Both of us got a full view of Neha's bare ass and her unshaved pussy. Neha as usual was oblivious. Ryan tried to pretend he hadn't seen anything, but his face was a bright red. He looked away, but I could see him shuffling to adjust his pants. I quickly led him out. The air conditioner had made the room cool now, I grabbed beers from the fridge and we sipped on them before starting the game. We played a couple of games awkwardly, not saying much, both avoiding our little mishap with Neha from earlier. Almost an hour into playing Neha emerged from the bedroom. She had a blanket with her. She snuggled next to me on the sofa, her blanket spread across all our laps. I could feel her breasts grazing my elbows, and her thighs uncomfortably shifting. Slowly, under the blanket, she started groping around my thighs. She was sitting between us, her head on my shoulders, her legs stretched out and on Ryan. I asked her to sit on me, and let him be comfortable.

"You don't mind do you?", I asked him awkwardly.

"Uhhh no, it's fine, you guys can chill," he replied.

Her hands were wandering now, under the blanket she kept stroking my cock. I was praying Ryan wouldn't listen. Plus it was getting hard to focus on the game, and it took all my energy to not stop the game, take Neha in to the room and fuck her like she deserved it. She just grazed it at first on the top of my pants, rubbing it slowly, making innocent conversation when she did. She spoke to Ryan about the States, his university, his vacations there, all good normal conversation, except her hands were in my pants now, and she was rubbing the base of my cockhead with the tip of her thumb. I could barely play now, and I noticed Ryan seemed distracted too. His hands were under the blanket, and I thought he was cold. I got up in a huff, to turn up the temperature of the A.C. As I did the blanket fell off me, to reveal my pants - with the fold from my boner, and a small, wet stain.

But that wasnt the worst part.

Ryan's hand was between Neha's thigh, his fingers inside her wet cunt.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't get any words out. That's when Neha took charge. She led me to a chair opposite. She put her finger in my mouth. It tasted like my cock.

She bent over close to me, held my head close to her breasts and whispered in my ear, "You like this don't you? Just enjoy the show now".

She was right, all logic pointed to me kicking Ryan and Neha out of the house, never to talk to them again, and yet here I was, itching to watch more. But how did she know? She answered my question as she made her way back to the sofa, and to Ryan.

"Your phone spills a lot of secrets, Mr. Cuckold," and she laughed, as she lifted the front of her sundress to sit in Ryan's lap.

She kissed a very shocked and guilty looking Ryan, who was flushed, but Neha's body was warming him up to the idea. She kissed his face, his neck, running her tongue on her lips, before taking his shirt off. Ryan was no athlete, his chest hair was untrimmed, and his round stomach had little tufts of hair that went down to his abdomen. She pulled on his chest hair, feeling his nipples, sucking on them, while his hands grabbed her ass and they grinded. I began rubbing my cock from the outside. Ryan pulled off her dress, and turned his attention to her dreamy boobs. I watched him hungrily licking her nipples, biting the flesh on her shoulders. I unzipped my cock, watching them both grab and lunge at each other. My cock was ramrod erect, and dripping with precum. She took it in her hand, stroking it slowly. My precum made it's way to her wrist and her fingertips. She put those fingers in Ryan's mouth. This was the sensual intelligence I was talking about. Even while fulfilling my cuck fantasy, she was reminding him that she was doing my bidding. How I wanted to fuck her then.

She then made Ryan stand, and come closer to us. She tugged at Ryan's pants, till his cock jumped out. Ryan's cock was dark, covered in thick matted hair, and unbelievably large. Neha gobbled it in one single motion. She brought his cock close to my face while she sucked it.

"Watch this baby," she kept repeating, everytime his cock hit her throat.

He tugged at her hair, and kept thrusting his butt forward to get her mouth. Then she grabbed our cocks in each hand and led us to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed, calling Ryan to her mouth. He sat on her face, and filled her mouth with his cock. I could see his butt rubbing on her large boobs as he fucked her mouth again. I put my face between her thighs, and she pulled at my hair, egging me to put my tongue in deeper. I tasted her juices as I ran my tongue down her clit and all over her lips. I tried to taste all that pink warm flesh and droplets of her sticky juices got onto my beard. I could hear her trying to get moans out, but Ryan's large cock barely let any sound escape. She tapped my head. and rolled over on to her belly. She then raised her butt, till she was on her fours. She called me close, and held my hand as Ryan penetrated her from behind.

She winked at me and blew me kisses while he pounded her, his butt bouncing up and down as he entered her, thrusting hard each time. He was holding on to her butt, and would let go to grab her boobs and squeeze her nipples, or spank her. He also seemed to enjoy feeling the flesh of her stomach, as the folds made waves. She moaned and kissed my hand everytime he seemed to hit her sweet spot.

Suddenly she let out a painful gasp, and yelled "Not there not there..", before giving into it.

Ryan had entered her asshole, and was now fucking it like a jackhammer, while she shrieked and moaned with pain and pleasure. I was feeling a little humiliated now. I had never entered her asshole before. I stroked her blue hair, and held her face Ryan came. He had finished inside her asshole, and it was leaking out. He had also spurted on her back. She rolled over to my side of the bed then, holding me.

Neha hadn't bothered wearing clothes after. When we went to see Ryan off at the door, she was still naked. I didn't know if Ryan was going to come back next weekend. She turned towards me after shutting the door. She held me by my waist, with a sly smile,

"You know I also found a video on your phone where 6 men...."