Just One Of The Guys Pt. 3 4.6/5 (26)

If you haven’t read part 2 of this story, check it out by clicking here. If you have, continue reading part 3 below.

The next morning’s hangovers were brutal for all of us. Rachel got up twice in the early morning to go puke. She said the first time she found Andrew passed out on the bathroom floor, completely naked, though he apparently made it back to bed by the other time she went. While lying awake before the sun came up, I heard Kyle rumble down the hall and hurl mightily as well. I didn’t hear Mike, but he was staying in the master suite, so was probably soiling his own toilet.

I eventually got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep and woke up to Rachel holding her forehead and moaning.

“You feeling okay?” I croaked out.

“No,” she said. “Remind me to never drink again.”

“Same,” I said. It was what we told each other every time we woke up hungover. It never worked.

“Things got out of hand last night,” she said. “I’m really sorry, babe. I don’t remember everything that happened, but found some dried cum in my hair earlier and that made me realize that, y’know…THAT did happen.”

She turned her head to look at me. Her lip quivered like she was about to cry. The ‘that’ she was referring to was of course two of my best buddies depositing their loads on her naked body while she supposedly tested how hard their dicks were. I can’t stand seeing her upset, so I said, “It’s okay, babe,” before it really registered in my head.

“You say that, but it’s not okay,” she said. “I know I tried to act like it was all innocent, but the truth is… well, you don’t know how difficult it is to be a woman surrounded by three horny naked guys treating her like some kind of goddess. I know part of me was just goofing off and having some relatively harmless fun, but I know part of me was trying to push it to see how far it could all go without, y’know…” She trailed off.

“Crossing a line?” I said. She nodded.

“And I feel like what happened in the hot tub last night was crossing a line,” she said. Then her face screwed up, and before I knew what was happening, she was letting loose big sobs against my chest. I felt awful. I had lied wake most of the night, thinking about my friend’s cocks erupting onto her wet, naked breasts (and face, I reminded myself), but I couldn’t stay mad at her when she was upset.

“Maybe just tone it back today,” I said. “They now know you’re a cool chick that likes to have fun. You don’t have to keep taking off your clothes to convince them.”

She laughed through her sobs, which was a little gross and a little adorable.

“You must think I’m the biggest slut,” she said.

“No, you’re not,” I said. “My friends just seem to be really good at getting you naked.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about,” she said. “Before I met you, all it took was a little alcohol and my slutty side would come out. I was hoping Slutty Rachel was gone now that I’m taken, but turns out she’s still there I guess.” She started crying again.

“It’ll be okay,” I said, rubbing her back. “Maybe let’s just avoid drinking today and stay a little more dressed.”

“You’re right,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Let me make this all up to you. Today is about you and what you want, ok? What do you want?”

“Right now, just an Advil and a pile of greasy food,” I said. She laughed.

“Oh my God, that’d be heaven right now,” she said, then smiled. “I got it, you go shower and freshen up, I’ll go downstairs and make us breakfast.”

That sounded like a plan, so I told her so and headed to the bathroom. The shower really did feel good, and I threw on shorts and a Tshirt and headed down stairs feeling almost like a real live human. I smelled coffee and bacon as I headed toward the kitchen, and my spirits were ready to soar, but then I heard Rachel’s hushed voice coming from kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened.

“He’s out of the shower and will be down here any minute,” I heard Rachel say. “So go sit down.” I thought about intervening, but then let her have a chance to defend herself.

“No, this is bullshit,” I heard Mike say. I peeked around the corner to see him standing over Rachel by the stove. They both wore shorts and tank tops. “You give Kyle and Andrew handjobs last night, and now you act like you’re some kind of nun?”

“Those weren’t handjobs,” she protested.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Give me your bra and your shorts right now or I’ll tell Brian how you couldn’t stop staring at my dick all night.”

“I wasn’t staring at your dick all night,” she said.

“Like hell you weren’t,” he said. “I guess if you had no trouble not staring at my dick, then you won’t have to look at it when I pull it out now.”

With that, he pulled down the front of his shorts and his massive dong fell out. It hung in front of him, semi-erect, as Rachel defiantly stared at his eyes. Then she bit her lip, struggling, then looked down at his huge cock. He laughed triumphantly.

“Oh don’t be so proud of yourself,” she said. “I’ve just never seen one like that before.” She continued staring at his dick, flicking her eyes occasionally up to meet his.

“No one has,” he said. “Now give me your bra and shorts before I ask for more.”

She sighed and reached up under her tank top, unsnapping her bra. She pulled the straps off her shoulders then pulled the bra out from under her tank top. She set it on the counter next to Mike, then hooked her thumbs in her shorts and pushed them off her hips, letting them fall to the ground. I was happy to see she was wearing panties, though high-cut lacy boyshorts left the bottom half of her supple cheeks exposed. It was better than nothing, I thought, and she wasn’t planning on exposing them in front of the guys.

She tossed her shorts on top of her bra. Mike scooped them up and set them in the middle of the table.

“What are you doing?” she asked, redfaced. “Don’t leave them there!” As she turned around, I found out the boyshorts were just as lacy in front and you could make out her bush pretty clearly. Mike just shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee.

At that moment, I heard Kyle coming down the stairs behind me, and I realized I couldn’t keep standing there without being caught watching this whole exchange. So I rounded the corner and entered the kitchen.

“Morning, babe,” Rachel said to me, clearly flushed. Her hard, puffy nipples pressed against her thin tanktop that molded itself around the contours of her large, unsupported breasts. “I was just telling Mike I was getting really warm cooking, so I took a couple things off.”

“No worries,” I said, walking up to her and giving her a kiss. I didn’t want to embarrass her by letting on I knew what happened. Her excuse that it was too hot while her nipples were hard as diamonds would have never held water anyway. I was just glad she was able to stop him on her own, because it meant I had to be less worried about her being alone with him now.

“I’m really sorry, babe,” she whispered to me. “I didn’t want to take those off, but Mike made me. Don’t be mad at him, I’ll explain it all to you later, ok?”


  • George

    Reply Reply January 30, 2018

    The first two parts were really hot, but this one is too much. The friend is a douche. The other stories were playful and seductive. This one is blackmail and gross pressure with a rapey vibe.

    • Dr. 36

      Reply Reply January 30, 2018

      It personally became a bit too much for me here too. I’m curious to see what others think.

  • Adam

    Reply Reply January 31, 2018

    Yes I think it get to much too and I didn’t like the blackmail part beside I wouldn’t imagine my wife with any one close to me anyway such as my best friends

  • Henry

    Reply Reply January 31, 2018

    I agree the first 2 parts were better, but I certainly do not have any hate for part 3. I’m hoping there is a part 4 where Mike fucks her to the biggest most powerful orgasms of her life.

  • Dan

    Reply Reply February 14, 2018

    There’s something very powerful about this story. The way it builds is exciting. I think it definitely deserves a part 4.

  • Jake

    Reply Reply March 11, 2018

    I’ll be upset and a little let down if there’s not more

  • Tea

    Reply Reply April 24, 2018

    Please continue this story.
    I dont think it is too much… all adults in this story and no forced action… I hope u continue this story for few more parts

  • dave

    Reply Reply December 10, 2018

    Love the way he is being groomed to be her cuckold.

  • Sky

    Reply Reply December 14, 2018

    I would love to read part 4!!

  • Swingle

    Reply Reply December 17, 2018

    Where is Part 4!

  • Some Guy

    Reply Reply December 27, 2018

    Please, please continue this story. The week isn’t over, yet! She can be “persuaded” into doing more

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