What She Doesnt Know

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Megan did feel somewhat obligated in her actions. It was common knowledge between the three ex-college associates that she and Trista didn't get along all that well. Of course, the alcohol had a lot to do with her actions as well, even Brett was looking handsome and she wasn't quite sure she even liked him. He seemed like the male version of Trista quite frankly. However this was a good time to make up what she and Greg hadn't finished earlier.

She spared Trista and Brett a brief glance, Trista's nipples were hard as Brett played with them. "I'm sure...just...don't leave me okay?" She wasn't sure where all this insecurity came but to be honest she felt a bit uneasy by the way Brett kept staring at her, like she was a helpless deer and he the lion ready to pounce on fresh prey, the prey being her of course.

Not to be outdone and not wanting Greg to look like his fiancé was a total stick in the mud, she began shedding her clothes, first her dress as she pulled it off along with her bra her breasts jiggled which usually had Greg's attention, he absolutely loved her breasts but he seemed slightly distracted. He wasn't staring at Trista though, just into space. She moaned though as he mechanically reached up to grab her breasts after turning her to face Brett and Trista.

Brett seemed to enjoy the view though, which slightly made her insides tingle. It had to be the alcohol because she'd never once thought of cheating on Greg, EVER.

She pushed her black Lacey underwear down to reveal her shaved pussy, briefly making eye contact with Brett.

Trista on the other hand was completely focused on Greg, never breaking eye contact with him as Brett found ways to pleasure her. She practically fucked him with her eyes! "We should switch!" She said suddenly, fighting the urge to grin as Megan's eyes widened. The spell that had been cast on her seemingly broken. Switch? She wasn't sure if she could do something like that. Though it was a bit intriguing all the same.

"Come on, Meggie. It'll be soo much fun." Trista said with a smile. "Brett is an absolute god in bed plus it'll add a little more spice in your relationship."


"I um...I need to go to the restroom." She pulled away from Greg, her heart pounding as she stepped out of the drawing room to find the restroom. Though logically she should've asked if someone could tell her where it was.

 

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"Please don't call me that, only Sally calls me that." She whispered, despite the fact that Trista had taken to calling her that now. Of course when Megan had the chance she'd tell her not to.

She was trapped in the bathroom with a man she didn't even know who happened to be her fiancées boss. "Um, can you please leave? I'd really like to uh..." She reached to grab the decorated towel hanging up to cover her body.

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Trista watched as Brett went after Meggie and rolled her eyes. "She always was so sensitive about this stuff, wasn't she?" She sauntered towards Greg until her body brushed against him.

"I'm glad you came tonight, Greg.." She purred as her hand reached between them teasing his cock through his pants. Of course that was all she did, she didn't want to seem like she didn't give a shit about Megan, even though she didn't.

"Do you think Meggie will be okay? I hope I didn't scare her." She gave a look of genuine worry even though that was the last thing she felt.

She stepped back,"do you want something more to drink? Or ...we could always take up where we left off in the photo room...unless you're worried about your fiancé which I totally understand."

 

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Megan bit her lip as Brett stepped closer, her body visibly tensing as he moved closer, his clothes brushed against her naked form. She clutched the towel even tighter to her body, watching as he pulled his shirt off, blushing when he winked at her.

"Listen, I think it's sweet that you want to ....with me but I have a boyfriend and I'm sure he's pretty worried about me."

Though part of her wondered where Greg was. Why hadn't he chased after her? Had he seriously stayed back with Trista? All thoughts faded as Brett pushed his pants down. "Besides, I don't think I'm drunk enough to have sex with you."

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This was way too easy. His girlfriend hadn't even been gone for more than ten minutes and already he was all over Trista. She smirked and bit back a moan.

"Well, I'm not sure to be honest, it all happened so quickly..." Trista purred gasping as he pinched her nipples. She glanced towards the doorway and grinned.

"Maybe we should start over and see what position we end up in next?" She ground her ass against his cock silently reminding him how much he enjoyed fucking her ass. "Besides, Meggie knows how to share, doesn't she? After all, my boyfriend is probably finding some way to relax and if she can enjoy herself...why can't you?"

 

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Brett had a good point, where was Greg? Shouldn't he have come to check up on her, by now? She swallowed back the urge to cry getting the feeling that she knew EXACTLY where he was, but he wouldn't....not without her there. Of course it wasn't like she hadn't basically pushed Greg into the arms of Trista by going along with the whole stripping in front of them, not to mention bolting the room.

Megan's jaw dropped at Brett offering to pay her to fuck him. He couldn't have been seriously offering to pay her to have sex. She stared at the wad of cash in her hand, 1000 bucks. She chewed on her bottom lip as his finger trailed down her back. They were short on money, she wasn't even officially a nurse yet and well, Greg was just a photographer.

"100..." She started as he grabbed her as he grabbed her ass, "200..."

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Trista moaned as he kissed the side of her neck. God it was so hard playing innocent. She whimpered as he played with her clit, rolling his finger around it. "You always knew how to make me wet..." She murmured.

Her innocent facade slowly dropping as he fingered her. As he tilted her head back to kiss, she kissed him passionately and lustfully. Their tongues battled for dominance and of course she let him win.

She was breathing hard when he asked for a bit of help. Trista turned her eyes glazed with lust as she reached down and pushed his already unbuttoned pants. Her fingers wrapped around his thick hard cock.

Trista began stroking it, slowly teasingly.

 

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Megan was pushed down to floor and her heart slammed against her chest. She knew that this was wrong, having sex with her fiancé's boss."WAIT..." She could use this to get Greg promoted. She bit back a grin at Brett's irritated look.

"You should promote Greg, he's been working so hard..." Brett didn't look convinced, so she rubbed her face all over his cock, then licked the tip, looking at him with a fake look of lust."I'll do whatever you want tonight for the money and if you promote Greg..." She glided her tongue along the length.

If he really wanted her as bad as he expressed, he'd do it. "You can fuck me all night long..." She took his cock in her mouth taking a long suck and then pulled away. "Get as many blow jobs as you want..."she rubbed her breasts along his cock,"fuck me wherever you want...as long as Greg gets promoted."

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She shivered against him as he toyed with her clit, finding her g-spot. "OH GOD!" Trista cried out as he finger fucked her then turned her around. Her eyes had a lusty haze about them. Her innocent fake persona had fallen immediately.

" mmmm you're right we haven't fucked on a bar.." She squealed as he lifted her up to sit on the bar then positioned her legs. He drove into her causing her to moan loudly. "Ohhh fuck!" She whimpered, enjoying the feel of his dick.

"Do you really even have to ask?" She said smartly as she gripped the side of the bar table. "You feel so fucking good, Greg..." She moaned, this was all she needed to lure him back into her web. Just one night wouldn't be enough for Greg if he hadn't truly changed. He'd want her as often as possible.

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From upstairs, Megan could hear Tristas loud moan. She tried her hardest to fight back tears. Was he really having sex with Trista? Duh. Trista and Brett had made sure to make their intentions for tonight absolutely no secret.

She supposed that meant that she had every right to be on her knees blowing his boss.

Didn't it? She wasn't sure but it was too late to back out now.

 

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Megan pursed her lips at his offer, moaning as his finger rubbed down her lips. If she had gotten relief prior to this dinner as she was supposed to. She could've easily gotten out of this situation. However, it looked like there was no way out of this and she'd probably already thrown gas on the already lit fire making it bigger.

"Um, okay..." she said, in agreement to his terms. With her luck, he probably only wanted to do this once, right? So that would mean he'd probably forget about this whole deal...if she was lucky.

Which was what she had wanted right?

Hesitantly, she licked the tip of his cock and took him into his mouth. She was doing this for the money. She told herself. She prayed that was why she was doing this but it had seemed that her and Greg's engagement had seemed to dull their relationship. What used to be exciting was now a chore. However, this...this was pretty fucking exciting...not that she'd admit it outloud or anything.

As she sucked him, her hand stroked down his leg, rubbing her own saliva into his rigid tool.

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Trista could only groan in response to his questions, which she supposed was a good thing because damaging a man's ego during sex was a total mood killer. "Fuuuck..." she whimpered as he pounded into her. In all reality, Brett fucked her exactly like this.

She moved her hips against his, breasts bouncing as he fucked her.

"Ohh yeah, yeah, baby fuck me harder." she whimpered. She pulled him in for a long passionate kiss, her tongue gliding along his tongue. The night was still young and by the next morning, she had planned to fuck in as many rooms as possible so that his whole mind frame would be solely on her.

After all, the best way to a man's heart was his cock.

 

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Megan moaned around Brett's cock as he slowly began fucking her mouth . She gripped his legs as he pushed it down further and further down her throat. This was the first time she'd actually cheated on her fiancé though could she actually call it cheating when Greg knew she was up here alone with Brett? And vice versa, she knew what he was doing downstairs.

It was just once, she rationalized in her mind and Greg was always telling her to loosen up. She looked up at Brett when he pulled out of her mouth and told her to open wide, she did just that, now letting the alcohol in her system take more control over her. She groaned as she let her mouth relax and took him fully down her throat, deep throating.

She pulled back slightly so she could breathe a little but didn't pull her mouth away from his cock. Was it wrong that she was getting more and more turned on. Waiting until Brett let go of her head, she pulled her mouth away completely and rubbed her face all over his cock again before taking it back in her mouth, sucking with more tenacity.

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Trista was in Heaven. Her legs wrapped around Greg's waist, her pussy contracting, tightening around his cock. She thought she would go insane with the lust she felt for this man. "Ohh fuck yeah, yeah, mmmm fuck my tight pussy..." She whimpered.

Her heels dug into his ass. She pulled him in for another kiss, letting him take control of it once more. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched down his back which would surely leave marks by the end of the night.

 

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"I wanna fuck you now..." Came Brett's voice as he pulled Megan up and turned her around so that she was facing the fall then slid into her. "Ohhh god.." She moaned. He felt good, god help her but he felt good.

Which was not exactly a good thing since she still constituted this as cheating. He mentioned something about a condom but now that he was already in, a condom would be pointless, wouldn't it.

When he asked her her thoughts, all she could get out was, "Yessssss..." Her pussy clenched around Brett's cock. She bit her lip.

Why couldn't Greg treat her like this? Maybe their sex life wouldn't be so droll if he treated her like ...like a slut to be quite honest.

And that sounded wrong but she always had the idea that that was what men usually did, treated their lady like a woman...until they hit the bedroom.

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All Trista could do was whimper and cry out in pleasure. Fuck she hadn't been used like this in about 3 hours, give or take. Brett was usually horny.

This though, this was reliving college days when she wasn't tied down to a boyfriend... Or fling as it were.

"Do it baby, cum inside my sopping wet..." Her words cut off by his lips as they began making out. His own silent way of saying too much talking not enough fucking.

She groaned, feeling his cum spurt inside her, filling her to the core, it set off her own orgasm.

She squealed as her body convulsed and she drenched his cock in her cum.

 

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She hadn't had many sexual partners so the fact that Brett said she was tight was not something new to her. Her back arched into him as he roughly grabbed at her breasts. She licked her lips as the squelching sounds echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Mmm Greg is really earning his promotion now. You're a dirty whore aren't you Meggie..."

"Don't call me..." She mumbled in the haze of her lust. Yes, she was cheating on her fiancé but it was too late to back out now! "Yes..." Megan said admitting to being a whore. She was ready to tell him that if he called her slut again or whore the deal was off but her sentence was cut off by his lips.

She moaned into his kiss. Why was she so godddamned wet?! This shouldn't have been so arousing to her!

"Mmm it seems Greg likes a shaved pussy too," Brett groaned appreciatively as his fingers stroked over her bald mound. "He will really be enjoying Trista right now then,"

She swallowed hard her guilt starting to drift away. Her fiancé was having sex with another girl! Why couldn't she enjoy herself?

"Fuuck!" She moaned as he toyed with her clit. She began trembling, her orgasm slowly approached."in my pussy cum in my pussy, please..." She begged,"wanna cum all over your fucking cock..."

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Tristas eyes widened as Greg got up to leave or go find his fiancé. Nope not on her watch.

"Wait!" She said and bit her lip and pouted.

"We're done already? God being engaged really changed you. There was a time when you could fuck me way more than once. In my pussy, in my ass, down my throat..." There was a naughty look in the little blondes eyes.

"Are you getting old, Gregory." She said using his full name, knowing he hated that and then grinned ,"besides I'm sure your fiancé is fine. I actually haven't heard her in a--"

From downstairs they could hear Megan's cries of pleasure."Oh, there she is. See? She's perfectly fine, in fact she seems like she's enjoying herself, why can't you?" And then she swiped her finger down her pussy and then lifted it to meet her lips, licking off their mixed cum.

 

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So lost in the tremors of pleasure, Brett calling her Meggie hadn't even entered her mind. She could feel herself finally reaching the edge of the cliff, before "OH MY FUCK!!" she whimpered, clutching onto Brett's shoulders as she felt his seed fill the crevices of her pussy. She buried her face into his neck trying to bite back more moans.

She couldn't believe she'd just invited another man to....

Megan blinked a few times as her rational began to take over. Oh god, did Greg hear them? Was he upset? A worried expression covered her features. How would he react when he saw her? She pushed against his chest. "We should um get back downstairs..." She said softly. "Please. After all, we were supposed to be doing this with our significant others watching us or something."

Trista shivered at the idea of having Greg's cock in her ass again. Back on her knees she took him into her mouth tasting her juices co mingling with the taste of his cock.

She pulled away, winking."You're such a dirty boy Greg. It's a wonder that you and Meggie are still together." She took him back into her mouth, keeping him distracted from the notion that there was any sense of jealousy residing in Trista.