I was nervous waiting for everyone to show up the night of our second DnD session. I had chatted with everyone in the group chat a little bit, and everyone seemed to like me, so that was a positive. But the thought of what Mark and I had done last time, and what Ben WANTED me to do this time, was a lot to balance.

I didn't want Mark to think I was so weak as to just give up myself to him freely, giving in to his little cheating game with no resistance. I know he thought he was god's gift to women, and I hated how quickly I turned from a horny but faithful girlfriend to a drooling, cheating, cumslut in his presence. But I did want to tease him because it turned Ben on.

And then there was how I felt about everything. I LOVED how turned on Ben got during our little roleplay thing earlier. He could have a fetish for talking cucumbers for all I cared, if I could get him in that mind-broken, scrambled, lust-drunk state again I would be the best damn cucumber ventriloquist in the world. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, his fetish wasn't talking cucumbers. It was flirting with the friend who's cock I willingly devoured in secret just a week ago.

But, it would be different this time. I would be flirting with Mark FOR my relationship with Ben. I would be in control. At least that's how my logical brain justified it. Another, primal, part of me saw the reality of the situation. My unwitting boyfriend pushing me into the arms of the man my body was screaming for. Was I in control at all? Did I even want to be? When the moment came to resist, could I?

I made a decision I knew wasn't ideal, but my nerves were running like crazy. I got tipsy again, before anyone even showed up. Ben must have been nervous too, because we were both 3 shots deep before Tom and Jen showed up. I teamed up with Jen and we chatted for a little bit in the kitchen while the boys greeted Caleb and hung out by the table.

"Damn girl you really embracing the sexy bard thing huh?" Jen said, smiling and looking me up and down, "Should have taken you as my Patron, maybe some of that would rub off on me."

"I'd be happy to rub on you" I said, not at all smoothly as I over-exaggeratedly bit my lip.

Jen let out a genuine laugh and used her hand to fan her face, "Oh my, you're going to make me blush"

"Who says Warlocks can't be sexy? I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind seeing you dress up like a sexy demon-succubus." I nudged her with my hip. Jen's a pretty girl, not exactly my type personally. Ever since I realized I liked girls too I've definitely been more into curvy women. Still, Jen was skinny with nice boobs and that girl-next-door type look boys go gaga over.

"Oh I've definitely done that at home" She said, taking a sip of her drink, "Don't take this the wrong way, I know you weren't here for it. It's just... With everything between Caleb and his ex and Mark and how that all went down. I don't want Tom to think I'm like dressing differently for these sessions."

"Does Tom think you're attracted to Mark?" I asked, in a hushed tone as the front door opened and Mark appeared in the doorway.

Both Jen and I's eyes were drawn to him entering, "Hey folks! Seems I'm last to arrive again!" Mark laughed.

Jen gave me a knowing look, like saying, "What do you think" and we both shared a small giggle before moving to take our places at the table.

"Oh!" I said, getting Mark's attention and popping up on my tip toes before dropping down to make my boobs jiggle in my low-cut top, "Before I sit down does anyone want a drink?"

"I'll take another one babe!" Ben said.

"Me too babe!" Mark mimicked through a beaming smile, everyone else gave a little laugh and I tried to play along.

I made two mixed-drinks for the boys, making sure to pour extra heavy before returning to the table.

I sat down, hard, making my boobies jiggle again in an attempt to draw some sort of reaction out of Mark for Ben's amusement but he was looking at his DM materials. Oh well.

Again, I'll skip the non-sexy parts of dungeons and dragons for everyone. As much as I enjoy talking about my Glamour Bard and her very Enthralling Performances I know it's not what you're here for.

I spent most of the night doing my best to try to guide Marks attention to my breasts, surprisingly his eye contact was much better today than last time. No amount of 'accidental' jiggle or trailing of fingers by my cleaveage could pull his eyes down.

At one point there was a guy we were trying to get some information out of, who didn't seem open to talking. This is where I shine!

"Look I know my party looks like a group of ruffians, but pleasseeeee, couldn't you at least tell me? I could make it worth your while" I winked and grabbed the V-cut in my top and pulled it out and in like I was trying to fan some sort of heat emanating from my breasts. In the corner of my eye I saw ben look down into my shirt, but Mark remained stoic.

"Give me a persuasion check" He said, looking me square in the eyes.

What the fuck was his problem? The first time he just needed a little lip bite and a touch on my chest to pass a seduction attempt. I'm going all out tonight and I need to roll?

I rolled my d20. Even with expertise it was a shit roll.

"13" I say, looking back up to him.

Mark shakes his head, "Nice try ma'am but I love my wife. It would take more than a sexual advance from a common harlot to convince me, thank you."

This fucking guy. I got all dressed up slutty, was jiggling my tits around in his face, and even made sure he was liquored up and I couldn't even get ONE hungry look from him? What was his deal? I was GOING to get a reaction out of him. But for the time being, I let it slide.

The rest of the session went on like normal. I kept trying to get his attention without being toooooo obvious to the rest of the group. At one point when no one was looking, he gave me a sly smile, but that was it. This fucker was playing a game with me. By this time I was more than little drunk, and my frustration towards how things were going needed to be released. I look at Ben, who was clearly a little drunk. Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep on me tonight.

After everything wrapped up Tom, Jen, and Caleb left. I got a pillow and blanket for Mark again and passed Ben in the hallway on my way back to the living room.

"Gotta pee, be right back" He said as he scooted past me.

I heard the bathroom door close as I turned the corner to find a grinning Mark sitting on the edge of the couch, waiting for me.

"Hey cutie. Looking good tonight." He said, without breaking eye contact, "Did you get all dressed up for little old me?"

Immediately my anger and frustration was clouded by arousal. What the fuck was wrong with me. Did I really want this dude's approval so fucking bad? A moment ago I was frustrated and a little angry at him for not showing any reaction to my sexual forwardness. Was I just going to let all that go with a simple teasing compliment?

"Psh! No. I just figured this is how my character would dress." I said walking towards him with the blanket and pillow in my outstretched arms. Somehow this reasoning sounded a lot better when I told Ben than it does now.

When I was in arms reach he reached out with one hand and sunk two fingers between my breasts through the deep cleavage in my shirt. Before I could even clock what was happening he had hooked his fingers around the bottom/front of my bra and pulled - hard.

I stumbled forward, as his strong arms yanked me towards him, his fingers resting between my breasts. I could almost HEAR the frustration leave my mind as lust pumped inside of me.

"Actually, who cares. This is how you dress from now on, understand?" We were eye to eye now and I couldn't form any words as all my neurons were too busy firing 'FUCK ME' signals. I held his eyes as I nodded.

"Good girl" The hand he had inside my bra began massaging one of my breasts, "You don't think Ben noticed you dressing or acting sexier for me?"

"He likes it", I spoke without thinking, the brain space I would normally dedicate to not revealing my boyfriends secret kinks was too busy thinking about Marks fingers pinching my nipple.

"What? Does he know?" Mark said as we both heard the bathroom door open. My senses snapped back as the fear and guilt wormed it's way back inside of me. I pushed against Marks sturdy chest and dropped the pillow and blanket between us as we separated.

"No. Well. Fuck. I'll explain later." I said as I looked back and saw Ben come around the corner. He froze when he saw me standing so closely to Mark.

"Hey babe, ready for bed? Just got Mark all settled." I said, trying not to sound as shaken as I felt.

"Yeah I'm all set here bro, thanks again for letting me crash!" Mark said without missing a beat. Grabbing the pillow and blanket and setting himself up on the couch.

I moved towards Ben and gave him a little nudge. We said our goodnights to Mark and walked towards the bedroom. I was on top of him instantly.

Again, I pushed him to the bed and fished his soft cock from his boxers and placed it in my mouth.

"What was up with Mark? He barely even looked at you." Ben said as I was slurping his flaccid dick in a desperate attempt to get something hard in me.

"I know" I said, taking his floppy cock from my mouth and wiggling it back and forth to keep it stimulated, "It was super disappointing. He couldn't take his eyes off my tits when I brought him the blanket though" I said. Kinda true, just didn't mention his hands were on them too.

His cock twitched in my hand as I said the words 'couldn't take his eyes off my tits'.

"Oooo, you like that baby? You like that your friend stared at my tits while you weren't around?" I cooed.

"Fuck, god, yes." Ben slurred, and his cock agreed, growing more with each heartbeat

"Do you wish he touched them?" I asked and his cock stood upright, now sitting at it's maximum length and hardness I hopped on top of him and placed him inside of me.

"Fuck babe" He whimpered.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yes" he said softly.

I slammed my ass up and down on his cock, my panties pulled to the side but otherwise fully dressed.

"If I let him, would it turn you on? Mark thinking I'm cheating but really it's what you want?" I was fishing - hard - I'll admit it. But in my defense I was super turned on, drunk, and if he questioned me I could say I was just being supportive of his kink. Deceptive? Yes. Not a good girlfriend? Correct. I'm not saying this is like, role-model behavior by any means, okay?

"Do you want to?" He asked, his hands grabbing my ass as I continued to jump on his cock.

I leaned down and pressed my body into him before bringing my mouth to right above his.

"I'll do whatever daddy tells me to. I want what you want baby" I said, before giving him a long and loving kiss, "Do you want me to?"

A few seconds of silence passed as I grinded on his cock.

"Yes." He said, finally, and it felt like my mind exploded. What seemed like a distant impossibility suddenly felt like a reality. Could I really have the sweet, loving, perfect, boyfriend my mind wanted AND the hard body and cock of the pompous asshole my body needed?

I would have to play my cards right. That would unfortunately mean more lying. At this moment though, I was too drunk and turned on to care so I approached the situation with the level of tact that you can expect from a horny and drunk 20-something.

I pulled myself off of his cock and brought my mouth to his ear.

"I'll go out there, tell him you fell asleep, and see if he wants to touch. How's that sound?" I asked - putting it all on the line.

It felt like a millennia passed before he replied.

"Just looking and maybe touching?" He asked.

"If that's what you want. Then I'll come back and tell you all about it. But you have to save your cum for me." I said, heart POUNDING in my chest. Even I didn't really believe what was happening.

Another millennia before he said, "Just looking and touching".

I kissed him DEEPLY. I'd never felt more in love with this man. He had given me REAL WORLD approval to have Mark touch me. That was a step in the right direction. AND he actually got off on the idea of it! It was mind blowing, the cards were falling into place. I'd need to play it slow and just keep it at touching for now but maybe as time went on, things could progress?

"You stay here so he thinks you're sleeping, he may really enjoy touching them so it might be a few minutes but I'll come back soon and tell you all about it, okay? You're sure?" I said, foolishly giving him once last chance to back out against the primal urging of my body.

"I'm sure. I love you, Kristen." He said as I gave him another kiss.

"I love you too baby, be back soon. And remember to save that for me." I gave his hard cock a small squeeze before heading to the door and sneaking out into the hallway.

------BEN------

I was thinking with my dick - big time.

I WAS disappointed that Mark didn't seem to give any indication of arousal towards Kristen's new sex-appeal focused apparel. I was hoping I could see him get turned on by her and add some new fuel to the fantasies that were spinning on repeat in my head since last session.

I certainly didn't start the night with any intent to willingly allow Kristen to get felt up by Mark. Hell, I didn't even really know if that was something I wanted. But as the night went on, and Mark refused to provide any fantasy-fuel for me, I started feeling more desperate for SOMETHING.

This kink had taken over my mind in a powerful way. I hated that thinking of Kristen bouncing on Marks lap got me so fucking hard. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't imagine Mark just bending her over the DnD table and taking her in front of everybody while we were playing. I'm sure the alcohol helped lower my inhibitions around the whole thing. I doubt I would have admitted out loud that I wished Mark would have touched her tits without it. This was an in-the-brain fantasy more than an in-real-life fantasy. In hindsight, that was just my ego speaking, though I didn't want to admit it at the time.

Getting turned on by the thought of your girlfriend being groped by your friend and actually telling your girlfriend you want her to go get groped by your friend RIGHT NOW are very different things.

So I was drunk, horny, and a little frustrated with the lack of interest shown by Mark during our session. This concoction of emotions, and Kristens expert button-pressing, is what led to me lying alone on my bed and trying not to cum while Kristen slipped from the bedroom.

I don't know how much time passed really. I was alone in a dark room with nothing but my cock and thoughts of what was happening in my living room to keep me company.

At first, part of me thought she would come right back in. Kristen would float the idea of touching her tits somehow and Mark would deny her, prioritizing our friendship, and Kristen would be back in a minute or less.

As time went on, I realized that wouldn't be the case. Part of me felt disappointed that Mark would so readily accept whatever advance Kristen took. Was Mark really a friend if he would easily allow my girlfriend to 'cheat' on me? But then, was I really a friend if I would use him as a prop in my sexual fantasy with my girlfriend? Was it right to test his friendship like that?

I think my mind ran with these questions to avoid thinking about why she hadn't returned yet. Like I said, I don't really know how much time passed, but with every second I started to imagine what could possibly be happening more and more.

I imagined she went out there and just immediately popped her tits out. Of course, he would be hypnotized. Who wouldn't be? Kristen was fucking stacked.

'Ben's asleep, can you help me?' she would ask and Mark would be happy to oblige. I imagined him cupping each breast, hungrily running his hands all over them as she giggled. Maybe he would try to touch somewhere else, or try to put his mouth on them and she would swat him away.

God, but maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she'd let him suck her tits, maybe she'd...

My cock tightened and began to pulse. I pushed my fantasy from my mind as I focused on not cumming as much as I could. A small amount beaded on the tip and I rubbed it into my shaft before removing my hand from my cock.

I thought I heard something from the other side of the door. It sounded like a woman saying, "fucking" and then a sound I couldn't really place. Maybe she was headed back?

I tried to think about nothing, pulling on years of periodic meditation practice in an attempt to not blow my load before my girlfriend came back. I spaced out, only brief flashes appeared in my mind of Mark groping the love of my life before I was able to push it away. I repeated this cycle for a tortuous amount of time before the door creaked open.

------Kristen------

Holy fucking shit what the fuck.

I stood in the hallway outside of my boyfriends room feeling like I was dreaming. Ben actually wanted this. I had to repeat it in my mind to make it real. Somehow, over the course of the last week Ben had developed this kink, and he was vulnerable enough to share it with me. Was it shitty of me to push it to actually happen in real life when we both were drunk? Yeah maybe. Okay yes, it was.

But look, I felt like I was pulling on the fucking strings of the universe here. While it wasn't perfect, and I couldn't take back what I had already done with Mark, if I played things well moving forward maybe I could make everyone happy?

If things progressed further and further, maybe I could fuck Mark one day with full approval from Ben. I wouldn't have to cheat again and I could frame it in my mind as 'oh this is just what Ben wants' so I could maintain whatever part of my ego kept telling me I should be upset at Mark for thinking he could steal me from Ben.

But it had to start this way. Drunk, late at night, and with a little mild groping. I can play the long game. I can make this work.

...is what I was thinking as I turned the corner into the living room.

Mark had his legs spread open laying on the couch, cock out and standing tall, looking directly at me over the girth he was stroking between us. The absolute fucking audacity of this guy.

I froze when I saw him, and he had the opposite reaction. In a flash he was on his feet, his heavy cock bobbing with each step as he approached me. I found my voice just before he reached me.

"We have to be quick and just my - OOO!" I yelped as he bent down and wrapped his arms around me, gripping me just under my butt and standing up. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back so I could stay balanced as he lifted me into his arms.

"Quick? I'm not your boyfriend, princess." He said and I melted in his arms a bit. I shouldn't have found him talking shit about Ben hot. Ben could last awhile so it wasn't even particularly accurate. But fuck, it WAS hot.

"I told him I'd tell you he was asleep and that I wanted you to play with my tits. That's all we can do. Look if we play this right he may agree to more eventually" I blurted, I could quickly feel my resolve dissipating.

"You'll need to explain this better later. But I told you what would happen if you came crawling back." He said, effortlessly carrying me back towards the couch.

I racked my brain as best I could in spite of my body humming in his arms. He told me what would happen? That night in the bathroom flashed in my memory, searching for the words: "If you come crawling back, I'm not holding back"

Shit.

He sat down on the couch with me still hanging on to him. I adjusted my legs so they sat on each side of him, his eyes were locked with mine and even though I was basically fully standing on my knees I could feel the tip of his cock touching my thighs centimeters from my now-soaking vagina.

"Wait, you can only play with my tits, it has to be fast I promise I'll explain lat-" He cut me off, by pressing a hand into my chest and under my top pulling each of my breasts out over the fabric. His mouth immediately found one nipple and his tongue circled it as his other hand gripped and squeezed the other breast.

"fuck" I cried under my breath

Already we had overstepped a boundary. I highly doubt THIS is what Ben was thinking when I said I'd see if he wanted to touch them. But GOD he was good. He teased each nipple just enough before crossing his tongue or his thumb over them and applying pressure before backing off. He pulled his mouth from my nipple with a wet 'pop' and started groping that breast as his other hand ran up my chest and to my throat.

"Is that all you want. Some tit play? I doubt it." He said, squeezing my throat and directing my face down to his, "I think you want this cock". He twitched it and I felt it's weight on my thighs. I moaned lightly before he made his move.

Still squeezing my throat he brought my mouth to his and kissed me. I know it's crazy, considering I had already sucked his cock and had his fingers inside of me. But something about straddling this well-built man as he guided me by my throat to kiss him sent fireworks off inside of me. I kissed him back. Our tongues crossing each other and sliding in and out of each other's mouth. To some degree kissing was more intimate than cock-sucking.

I got lost in the moment. Marks strong hands groping my breast and holding my neck in place while we made out. He was right. Somewhere inside me I knew what would happen if I came out of Ben's bedroom tonight. I didn't JUST want him to play with my tits. Like last week in the bathroom as his cock hovered between my legs, I weighed my emotions again. Did I feel guilt, shame, and anger with myself for so immediately betraying Ben's trust upon leaving the bedroom? Yes. Did I know that this only meant I would have to lie to him again? Yes.

But that didn't fucking matter. Ben's my boyfriend and he's a good one. A sweet man who loved me. Mark was an asshole with a great body and cock. Mark KNEW what I was, from that first night a week ago he knew I was a slut. Every inch of me begging to be fucked into submission. In some ways, Mark knew my true nature even better than Ben. He knew what I needed and would give it to me.

I broke our kiss by biting Mark's bottom lip, and as the skin fell from my teeth I spoke what my logical brain wanted to say and my primal instincts wanted to do, "Fuck you."

I grabbed his cock between my legs and positioned it towards me.

"That's right, Princess, you know what you need." Mark said, full of himself. What a fucking dick.

No seriously, what a fucking DICK. I was dripping wet and it was still a struggle to get it in. The first bit was painful, but after I got his solid head all the way inside of me my body pulsed with waves of pleasure.

"Oh my fucking godddddddd" I said as quietly as possible

Slowly, I sat down on it. Every inch played on the nerves inside of me, it felt like he touched every part of my insides, pushing against the walls of my pussy as my body adapted to it. When I was all the way down I let out a shuddering breath.

"Holy fuck Mark what the fuck." I moaned.

"Gotta be quick, right Princess?" He said thrusting up against me. My arms flailed wildly as I tried to regain some level of composure. Even just having his girth inside of me was almost too much. I groaned in frustration and started rocking my hips on him.

Jesus fuck he was perfect. His beefy fucking arms groped my tits hungrily while I grinded my pussy on him. There was no unbidden sway or movement to his entire body, he was perfectly sturdy and every movement intentional.

And look I know I said Ben's cock was fine. And I guess that's true. It's acceptable, so long as you never try a cock like this. Mark went deeper than Ben had ever been, expertly exploring the depths of me. And the thickness was just insane, I'd never really cared how thick a guy was before I had a cock that pressed on EVERY part of my insides at the same time. It felt like every movement touched every fucking nerve inside of me.

My slow grinding became quicker rocking, and rocking became jumping as I heaved my ass up (with help from Marks perfectly timed upward thrusts) and then slammed it back down on him. He maybe got 2 full thrusts in this way before it was too much for me. Luckily, I felt it coming in time.

I buried my head in Marks neck/shoulder and let out a muffled screech. You ever watch that Pixar movie Ratatouille? It felt like how the rat describes flavors in that movie. Sparks and bursts and waves of color. All of my senses exploded in perfect pleasure, raising and lowering in intensity. When I came back from my near-hallucinatory world-ending orgasm I realized I was repeating one phrase over and over.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you."

I had stopped my jumping on his cock in my trance and he had picked up the slack. He thrust up in me and back down fast enough so my body would just fall, limp, back down the length of his cock. Soft slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room and I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't even embarrassed by what I was saying.

I did love his cock, I loved his body, I loved how well he played my body like I was an instrument and my orgasms were his symphony. Mark is a fucking King, a God, an absolute perfect fuck machine. I didn't LOVE love him. He was an asshole, but goddamn was his dickishness a turn on too. I loved what he did to me. I felt like I could finally see clearly. I needed this. I will continue to need this. There's no going back. No matter what the future looks like I will always be Mark's slut. Not debatable.

I groaned in his ear, as my soul opened to reveal an unquenchable thirst for cock. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me".

Mark knew exactly what to do. He pushed me to the ground and followed. Placing me on my back he threw my legs up above his shoulders and mounted me in a mating press.

"Yes Daddy fuck Daddy I need your FUCKING - EEEEE"

He thrust inside of me and all I could do was squeal. He placed his hands out to each side of me like he was doing a pushup and pounded at me. I thought I had been fucked hard before but nothing like this. It felt like he was burying me in the fucking Earth. Each thrust pushing me further through the crust as his cock delved to new depths inside of me. My orgasm, less intense but still powerfully rolling through my body.

"I'm going to fill you up, Princess"

"Yes god PLEASE god fuck please cum inside me please." I begged.

I'm not on birth control, never have been, it fucks up my period something fierce. Ben and I graduated from condoms to pulling out when he was able to prove to me that he won't bust out of nowhere. I know it's not perfectly safe, but I've done fine this way for years.

But that didn't matter. Fuck it, in the moment at least it felt RIGHT. Mark deserved to plant his seed inside of me. And I would be lucky to have it. He fucked me like a God and I was his holy vessel, built specifically to take his cum.

He thrust into me - hard - a few more times before his body tensed up. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper inside of me. Rope after rope shot inside of me. I felt his spray coat the walls inside of me. In that moment I was his inside and out. I felt full and fulfilled. He kissed me and we made out for awhile as his cock finished it's endless pulsing. I felt so deeply connected to him in that moment

"We need to do this again soon." He said, catching his breath and slowly pulling himself from me.

"Oh my god YES" I said, giggling. Shit I could go again right fucking now.

"It's been a little bit longer than 'quick' though, and you'll have some 'splaining to do." Mark said, with a sly smile.

Suddenly reality crashed back into me. I had been living this lustful fantasy for the past... shit, how long WAS that? I came out here to have Mark grope my titties for a couple minutes and head back to Ben to tell him how it went. Instead I had a sexual fucking awakening and gleefully took Marks cum inside of me. If my plan was to slowly work things up with Ben to make him want me to fuck Mark, then in one fell swoop I had broken months or years worth of incremental boundaries.

Mark must have been able to tell by my face that I was struggling.

"If he asks, I'll say I played with your boobs a little, okay? I doubt he'll bring it up with me though. Just tell him you got a drink and went to the bathroom or something to make the time make sense." Mark said, being uncharacteristically helpful.

I stood up, said goodnight with cum leaking down my leg and squeezed everything together before waddling to the bathroom. I got all cleaned up, put my clothes in order, and got ready to face the potential music. I opened the door to Ben's bedroom.

This is super long so I'll do the rest of this night and some time after it in the next one. Thanks for all the nice comments. I know these are long posts but it's hard to separate them into parts that make sense and have a good flow without them being this long.