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| Liz |
That whole foursome thing was incredibly hot, but Liz really made me feel bad about it later.
A couple of nights later we were talking in bed, we had just fucked and my cock was still wet from her pussy and she probably had stuff draining from her, and we were cuddling. And talking. And I said something about just how exciting the scene with Isabel and Marc had been, and wondered if we could do it again sometime.
She said she and Isabel do, in fact, have sex sometimes. That was a bit of a shock, really, because I had no idea. I mean, Liz is bisexual, I know that. And it doesn't surprise me that she would be attracted to Isabel, she is the hottest brunette in LA, frankly. What surprised me was that she used the present tense. That they "have" sex. Not "had" sex.
So what does that mean? I asked her, and she admitted she and Isabel sometimes just... fuck.
"Does Marc know this?" I asked, wondering if I was the only one in the dark.
"I am sure he probably does, though it doesn't matter. Marc is under Isabel's thumb, he is pretty much her slave, you know."
No, I didn't know. He seemed like just an attentive boyfriend to me.
"How come you never told me?" I asked.
Liz looked a little put out. I mean, I think she should have looked guilty, essentially admitting to cheating on me. But no, she looked annoyed that I would ask.
"Why should I? Isabel satisfies a need in me that you don't, and can't. I need a woman sometimes. It would just make you all pouty if you knew."
She was sort of right, because I was being pouty right then.
I started to feel my leg get wet from my semen leaking from where I had just come inside her cunt. She had her leg up over my thighs, and it was leaking out of her right onto me.
"Well, can't you just... get that need filled when we have a threesome, or foursome like we did the other night?"
Liz got up and got some tissues and wiped herself up.
"Marc, I really don't want to do that. I mean, your presence in that whole scene was sort of a disappointment, frankly."
Well, that hit me like a ton of bricks. Hurt my feelings, actually.
"What? What the hell do you mean? I thought the scene was hot, and you seemed to enjoy it."
"Oh, I enjoyed being with Isabel, yes, and Marc was... well, he was OK. He eats pussy well. But you just seemed to ... well, be irrelevant. And your cock, frankly, is too small and gets in the way during a threesome or foursome."
My cock is just fine. I've measure it before, and she seems to like it well enough when I am pounding her. But here she was, insulting it and me. "What the hell do you mean, Liz? That's really hurtful, my cock is fine, and just because--"
She cut me off.
"You cock is OK, yes, yes... not as big as I like them of course, but it is very.... adequate. But I don't want cock when I am with a woman. Simple as that. Now, get dressed and let's go out to dinner."
Liz shut down the conversation at that. No more discussion.
I get it. Liz likes to fuck Isabel, and thinks I get in the way. And my cock doesn't satisfy her.
Yeah, it hurts my feelings. Still, it doesn't matter, does it? She is my girlfriend, she fucks me three, four times a week, and we get along fine. And she is the hottest blonde in LA.
