This is a bit long, sorry! But a lot happened!

Quick background.

My boyfriend, Andy, discovered he likes to show me off after one of his coworkers accidentally saw a NSFW picture of me. I recently went out and met several of his coworkers, including James, the one who saw my picture. He hit on me all night, even touched my butt and my leg a few times. Andy thought it was all harmless flirting. James also caught me giving Andy a blowjob in the parking garage at their work once, also by accident.

Okay. With that out of the way, on to what happened last night.

Andy had invited me out for drinks with the guys after work, and he asked me to indulge his kink of showing me off. He wanted me to wear a sundress, with no bra, and no underwear. I was okay with it, I did that once before for him, but I asked if James was going. He was.

I warned Andy that after everything that's happened, James would definitely try to do something. Andy didn't seem to believe me, and said James would probably just flirt with me again and not to worry about it. Well I was right.

The evening started out normally, though I did catch several of his coworkers eyeing me more than usual. Obviously not wearing a bra was fairly noticeable, but this is what Andy wanted and so I was happy to be looked at.

James on the other hand was very openly flirty, and commented on how great I looked. A few of the other guys chimed in, to say the same, after that, and I was definitely blushing. But things were still fairly tame.

Then the drinks started coming and no one would let me pay for a drink. That was fine with me, but James did ask me for help carrying the next round. He just wanted me alone, that was obvious, but Andy didn't seem to notice or care so I went with him to the bar.

That's when James brought up that Andy had shown him several pictures of me, and asked if I had really given him permission. It's true, I told Andy he could show me off, but only to James, and that's what I told him. When he asked why he was so special, he had this little smirk on his face. He probably did feel special.

Well I told him the truth, that I thought he was attractive, he had already seen me, and Andy was into it. I shouldn't have mentioned finding him attractive, but I already had a buzz going and wasn't thinking. James used that as a springboard to tease me and flirt with me even more.

Once we were back at the table with the drinks, James once again had his hand on my leg, except this time I was in a dress, and his hand was on my bare thigh. His fingers were gently caressing my leg, inches from finding out I wasn't wearing panties, and I felt flush everywhere. Andy was on the other side of me, but completely oblivious.

I didn't want to make a scene, so instead I got up and told Andy I wanted some air, and tried to get him to come with me. He was once again oblivious to the subtle hints that I needed to talk with him. James said he'd go with me though. I pleaded with my eyes to Andy, but he was just not picking up on my panic.

In the end I was outside with James. Alone. All because I didn't want to make a scene. He was standing so close to me, my back was to a wall, he was in front of me, his hand on the wall next to me as he leaned close. I told him he shouldn't be touching my leg, trying to ignore the fact that he was setting himself up to kiss me.

James said he couldn't help it, all the sexy pictures he saw, watching me blow Andy that one time, he kept thinking about me. He said I was gorgeous, and asked if I told Andy about him touching me that last time. I did tell Andy, but he didn't seem to really care, which I foolishly admitted.

James got even closer, his other hand on my hip, and told me that I just shouldn't worry about it then. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. I didn't know what to do. Maybe Andy really did want to do more than show me off. But he never talked about it with me.

Once again I told James he shouldn't be touching, or standing so close to a taken woman, trying to diffuse the situation, but I'm awkward, and he must have thought I was still flirting. His hand moved from my hip, up my side, and he cupped my breast as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I completely froze.

I didn't kiss back, but he still snaked his tongue into my mouth, and I involuntarily moaned as he squeezed and kneaded my breast. He pressed his body into me, and I could feel his hardness against my body. I admit it all felt very good, I was turned on for sure, but my rational mind wasn't completely gone and I pushed him off me, though it did take longer than it should have.

James did step back right away, and asked what was wrong. He genuinely thought I wanted it. He wasn't entirely wrong, and I did feel bad. I had flirted with him last time, I didn't stop him when he touched my butt either. I was definitely partly responsible. I apologized to him, and told him I can't do these things, that I loved Andy, and then I went back inside.

James followed soon after, and there was a bit of awkwardness. I wasn't sure what to tell Andy. I didn't want to put a strain on his friendship and working relationship with James. I just sat there, quiet, until Andy finally noticed that something was off. He asked what was wrong, and I told him I wanted to go home. He understood, and agreed, but went to the restroom first.

James took the opportunity to talk to me again. He apologized and was sincere, and we exchanged a platonic hug. But then he said he really did think about me all the time, and that he'd love to explore things further if I ever wanted to, and gave me his number. I didn't even know what to say, so I didn't say anything, and left with Andy.

It wasn't until we were on our way home that I realized just how wet I was. I wanted to rip Andy's clothes off right there and have crazy hot sex in the back of the Uber. I managed to wait until we got back to my place, though.

I pushed him down on the couch, threw my dress off, and sucked his dick. Aggressively. I swallowed his first load of cum, and then pushed him to lay down. I sat on his face and grinded on him as he ate my pussy. One orgasm wasn't nearly enough, and I had to have him inside me. I rode him after that, hard.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my boobs as I rode him, and I realized I was thinking about James' hands on me. Instead of focusing on Andy, I thought about riding James, and I admit that my orgasm was extremely intense.

Andy wasn't done with me yet, and he laid me down and we continued in missionary. We kissed passionately, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, enjoying him on top of me. I had another orgasm, just as he was cumming inside me.

We stayed like that for a while, and Andy actually fell asleep on top of me. I had to wake him to get up. I went to go shower, and the whole time I was wondering what I was going to tell Andy. Maybe I shouldn't say anything. James seemed to have gotten the message, and maybe Andy didn't need to know just how far it went.

When I got out of the shower, he was asleep, and I was too exhausted to talk anyway. So I slept. Now it's the morning, we had sex again, but he's already gone home. We still haven't talked and I'm still not sure what to do.

As I thought about, I kept thinking about James, and his hand on my breast, his lips. And even though I had just had sex, I was aroused. I touched myself thinking about James. I couldn't help it, and I gave myself another intense orgasm. All while thinking about another man. I'm embarrassed, and ashamed.

I have no idea what to do.