Every morning since our little fling with LeAnne, I'd woken up with a raging hard-on. Before I even opened my eyes, I felt around the bed for Leslie, quickly realizing I was alone. I laid there for a while, after a few minutes I opened my eyes and looked around, it was later than I expected, almost ten o'clock. I rolled over and laid there wondering if I should find Leslie or just jerk off and get on with the day. After a few seconds, I thought I heard voices, followed by Leslie laughing. It didn't sound like she was watching tv, so I got up and dressed, wondering who would be visiting us this early on a Saturday morning.
As I walked through the kitchen and into the living room, I saw Leslie sitting on the couch listening to someone I had never seen before. I couldn't understand what he said, but Leslie seemed to be hanging on every word. She was sitting with her legs on the couch and her back to the arm, facing away from me. Her friend was sitting on the far end of the sofa facing the tv, half paying attention to it as he continued to talk to Leslie. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, and she was covered from the waist down with a blanket. I could tell she had not bothered to put on a bra because her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric of my nearly worn-out shirt. Which I was sure was due to the cold AC as much as her arousal. Neither of them noticed me in the doorway. Leslie was about to reply to something he had said. Still, I interrupted her, "Hey, uh... sweetheart, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, startling both of them.
Leslie giggled as she uncovered herself and stood up. "I'll be right back," she told the guy on the couch.
I wasn't at all surprised to see that Leslie wasn't wearing pants. Fortunately, my shirt was long enough to nearly cover her ass and the blue and white striped thong she was wearing when she pulled it down by its hem on the sides. "Hey, Hun, what's up?" she asked before rising on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek.
I took her by the arm and pulled her around the corner. "How long have you been up? I woke up hard as hell this morning and wanted to fuck. Then I find out you're half-naked and chit-chatting with some guy on our couch. Who is that?" I asked, reaching behind her, grabbing her ass, and pulling her closer to me.
Leslie smiled. "I don't know. I guess I've been up for about thirty minutes. I'm horny too. We can fuck after my friend, Jake, leaves," she said, grabbing my still semi-hard cock through the fabric of my sweatpants. "No boxers this morning, huh?"
"No bra, huh?" I asked with a grin. "And at least I'm wearing pants in front of your company. By the way, is that the same Jake that used to be your fuckbuddy? I mean unless it's Jake from...."
"Don't even finish that," Leslie interrupted. "Yeah, I guess you could call him that," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "He texted me and asked if he could drop by for a few minutes. Why don't you watch some porn and get ready for me? I won't be much longer."
"There's so much wrong with what you just said, but fuck it. Don't take too long. If I finish without you, that just means you'll have your work cut out for you," I told her as I gave her a quick smack on the ass.
Leslie turned and walked away giggling. My shirt wasn't long enough to cover Leslie's entire ass without her having to pull it down. I watched as she playfully shook it, knowing I was staring at the bottom of her ass cheeks until she disappeared around the corner. A second later, I could hear her giggling again as I turned to go back into our bedroom. I grabbed the latest issue of Penthouse and laid down on the bed. Something did not seem quite right. I was about to thumb through a fuck-book and play with my dick while my live-in, half-naked, horny girlfriend was chatting up an old fuckbuddy. After about five minutes, I decided not to wait for Leslie any longer. I wasn't going to lay in our bed alone and beat my dick while her horny ass flirted it up with her "friend."
I walked back into the living room, and once again, neither of them noticed I had entered the room. I walked to the middle of the room and saw why. Jake was staring between Leslie's legs with an ear-to-ear grin. Leslie was still sitting with her arm against the back of the couch, only now she wasn't covered by the blanket. Her legs were spread. She had one leg on the back of the sofa and her other foot on the floor. She had pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and was playing with her clit ring. "What the fuck?!" I yelled.
They both looked over at me. The smile quickly disappeared from Jake's face. Leslie didn't even bother to cover her pussy. "I was just showing him my clit ring," she replied calmly, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big deal.
"Uh, yeah, I can see that," I replied as I turned and walked back to our bedroom.
I wondered if Leslie would follow me or if she would continue to show her pussy off to Jake. I didn't have to wonder long. Just as I reached the doorway of our bedroom, Leslie grabbed the waistband of my shorts. "Hey, stop. Are you mad at me?" she asked. I kept walking and sat down on the edge of our bed. "Well?" she asked again, standing right in front of me and putting her hands on my shoulders.
I was looking down at the floor, trying to hide the growing smile on my face. I didn't want her to get any ideas about what I was thinking. "Well, what?" I asked, managing a straight face as I looked up at her.
"Well, are you mad at me?" she asked again.
The way I was leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, I was eye level with Leslie's panty-covered pussy. I knew she was wet and horny, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from ripping her thong off and eating her pussy. "I wouldn't say I'm mad. I'm just confused. I mean, if you guys used to fuck, hasn't he already seen your clit ring?" I asked.
Well, not exactly. Sure, he's seen that it's pierced, but I got a new stud for it, remember?" she asked, "I like it and wanted to show him. What's the big deal?"
"Really? What's the big deal?" I asked, putting my hands on her hips and hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "I'm in here playing with my prick, and you're showing off your wet pussy to an old fuckbuddy, and you're seriously gonna ask me, 'what's the big deal?'"
"What are you doing? Don't take my panties off," she protested, closing her legs tight to prevent me from pulling them down any further. "Leave my panties alone, and I'll go tell Jake to leave so we can fuck."
Her panties were low enough that I could see her wetting sex crack. Her clit ring was peeking out at me from between her fatty outer labia. Her bright pink inner lips were just starting to come out of hiding. Exposing not only itself but her increased sexual desire. "He doesn't have to leave. I'd kinda like to meet him," I told her.
Leslie reached down and tried to pull her panties up. "Yeah, I don't know if that's a good idea. Let me pull my panties back up, and I'll just go tell him it's not a good time," she replied, sounding nervous.
"No. I don't think that's not how this is going to work," I told her.
I pulled the waistband of her thong out until it snapped on both sides of her hips, then pulled it through her legs. "What the hell?" she asked, shocked.
"I thought you wanted your friend to see your pussy?" I asked. "Now, get your slutty little ass back out in the living room and show him. I'll be out there in a few minutes. Don't be shy."
"Are you serious?" Leslie asked, taking a step back.
I couldn't tell if the emotion in her voice was excitement or confusion. "Yeah. I'm serious. Go," I replied.
"Fine," she said, turning around and leaving the room.
Leslie was pulling the bottom of the t-shirt down around her hips as she walked out of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and wondered why she had let Jake come over and, more importantly, why hadn't Leslie gotten dressed before he arrived. It was apparent she still wanted to fuck him, so why not let her? I finished my cigarette and went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers before heading back into the living room.
Jake and Leslie were sitting in the exact same spots as before, and Leslie was covered from the waist down with the blanket again. I walked over and handed Jake a beer. "Thanks," he said as he took it from me.
"Move over, darlin'. You can sit in the middle," I told Leslie, motioning for her to sit closer to Jake.