You agreed to the deal when you slipped your cock into little miss surfer girl's wet pussy." "Come on, Anne. Can't we just rethink this?" "I told you....The deal is, after I've had three guys, we can revisit it. If we decide not to ever do it again, we'll stop, and never look back, but that will be a mutual decision made on a level playing field. Remember, this was your fantasy to see me fucked by other men, and now that I have bought into it, you back out? No fucking way! Show me some progress. .....But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around Christmas. Her boss had given it to her at the Christmas party. The first time I noticed was on New Year's when I had to work and she went to celebrate with some girlfriends from the office. It was new, and it was a very sexy odour, unmistakably seductive; floral top notes of gardenia and rose blend with musk, amid a base of cedars and vetivers. This was perfume worn for sex.When I asked she. Ben was this supper hot guy, sophomore in college (big that he was a college guy) that was smooth in all the ways the high school guys I had been messing around with weren’t. He had a great car, a fake id, and after a few nights, I saw he had a pretty nice dick. I sucked him a few times, and he had fucked my ass one night in the most unromantic way in the back seat of his car (I know… so clich? Then school started. I didn’t see him for a few weeks, and then we had plans to go out on Friday. My. ..”“Majorly.”“Well, I think it was good for Jenn. She needs some relief. Her and Ken, well ... I hear rumors...”“I thought they were a thing.”“I dunno what kind of thing, now.” She stood up, unbuttoning the vest of her ensemble. “I’m getting out of this get-up.”“Can I help?”“Always.”I undressed her down to her panties. Got me a face-full of tittles for my troubles. That’s never bad.“You changed the bedsheets,” she observed.“Yeah...”“I like fresh sheets. It’s fun to put the first spot on ‘em...”.