Bridges

I couldn’t believe that I was in this situation again. How many times could this happen to one person? On all of my life, I’ve never heard of the same person being robbed repeatedly. How can this happen? don’t the police know how to do their jobs?

I guess I should explain. My name is Morgan Spence, I’m 26 years old, I am a female, and I work at the local newspaper. Nearly every night for the past month, I’ve been robbed. I don’t understand it. I don’t carry anything with me, but my phone and a small spiral notebook and a pen so that I can take noted on and with no.

No one seems to believe me. Not even my husband or girlfriend or best friend believe me and that hurts worse than anything. Especially best friend. I don’t take anything I don’t need when I go out for a story. That was how I met my girlfriend. I did a story on lesbians who like married women. The woman that I talked to the most, we got close. We talked nearly everyday for a year after the article was finished.

One night she came over when my husband wasn’t home and told me that she was attracted to me. I told her that thought she was attractive, but that I’d never been with a woman before and that’s loved my husband. She said she agreed, but kissed me anyway.

I wanted to pull away from her, but I was curious and she was a really good kisser. I wanted to try it out. It felt nice and made me feel all tingly and nice and good about myself. Not that being with my husband wasn’t enjoyable or pleasurable for me. Apparently I liked variety. I was thinking of getting a boyfriend, too. I’d have to see though.

“There is no way you’ve been robbed six times!” my girlfriend, Sage Olsen, exclaimed. “People just don’t get robbed like that.”

I got out if bed and sighed. She had really turned me off. “Why would I lie, Sage?” I demanded. “I have nothing to gain by lying.”

“Comeback to bed.”

I shook my head. “You’ve hurt me. First I have to put up with not being believed by my best friend and then by my husband and now you! I have never lied to any of you. Why would I lie?”

“So you told your husband about us?” She looked at me. “Have you?”

“Yes. He wants to watch. I don’t think he believes that I’ve been with a woman.”

“I have no problem with that. If it makes him believe you.”

“My best friend doesn’t believe me either.”

“She can watch, too. I have no problem with that.”

This thought really turned me on. I had always been attracted to my best friend and the thought of her watching me fuck another woman is just hot. To say nothing of the fact that my husband would be watching, too. I was also really turned on by the fact that I wanted to watch my best friend fuck my husband.

That thought really made me hot.

“Call them.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can tell you’re turned on. Let’s get them here.”

I pulled out my phone and called them both. They both agreed to come.

* * *

“What’s going on here?”my husband, Paul, asked.

“I don’t understand,” my best friend, Heather Cherry, said. “Explain yourself.”

I smiled and did as she asked. “Thank you both for coming,” I said. “This is my girlfriend, Sage. I want the two of you to watch us fuck.”

Paul looked shocked. “Come again.”

“I’ve told you both that I have a girlfriend and neither of you believed me. I talked with her and she agreed to let you both watch us.”

Heather looked at me.

“I also want you and Paul to fuck. Later, though.”

“Excuse me?” They both looked very confused.

“Heather, I’ve been very attracted to you for a long time now and I’ve also wanted to see you fuck Paul. The thought just flat out turns me on. I’ve had dreams about it and I’ve masturbated to it.”

Paul’s mouth dropped open.

Heather just stared.

“Have a seat and watch.”

I stripped and crawled into bed with Sage.

I began to kiss her passionately.

She let me lead and followed my unspoken directions. I moved us so that I could watch Paul and Heather’s reactions.

I kissed my way down her slender neck to her well-formed breasts. I took a pink, taut nipple into my mouth and sucked. Her body arched and I looked at Paul as I did it.

His face was tight and so were his pants. I moved down and lost sight of Paul.

“Keep going, love,” Paul said, from behind me. I heard him unzip his pants and remove them. I felt the bed move. “I’m going to fuck you while you fuck her.”

I smiled against Sage’s pussy.

“Are you game, Sage?”

“Yes,” Sage said. “Whatever Morgan wants.”

“Does she want it?”

“You should feel her smile against my pussy.”

“Heather?”

“Yes, Paul?” Heather asked.

“Come lie down next to Sage. She can play with your pussy.”

I moaned against Sage.

We moved so we could fit on the bed better and then I resumed my earlier position.

I shuttered as Paul entered me. He was so big and so wide.

I glanced over at Heather and her breasts were just as round and just as beautiful as Sage’s.

Both Sage and I adjusted so that I could play with Heather as well.