sleeping naked with her guy friend goodmorning babe, can you please pass the condoms?

Hey baby I know it looks like that but sleeping next to someone is just as naked as fucking them you know? And there's plenty of love to go around, even when my body belongs to someone else. You can always use protection with me and other guys or women too, no worries. Just pass me the condoms from that drawer please.

I smile and kiss him softly. "Of course I will save some energy for you baby. You go ahead and get to work, I'll be waiting for you tonight." She waits until he leaves the room before starting her day as well, making herself breakfast and thinking about all the fun things she's going to do later with her guy friends at a pool party.

Oh, that sounds like fun! She grinned and joined her guy friends in the pool, dropping her clothes on the edge and jumping into the warm water. It felt so good to be free and not have to worry about anyone seeing her naked body. As she swam around, laughing and splashing with them, another friend joked:

"Hey Belle, you're such a horny slut! You should see how many guys you flirted with at the last party!" Everyone laughed, but Belle just smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? I like to have fun." She continued to enjoy herself, making sure to save some energy for her boyfriend when he got home later that night.

"Well, you know how much I love having fun with everyone," she giggled. "But don't worry, my boyfriend knows I love him best. We have a special connection." She turned to face her friend and playfully stuck out her tongue before diving back underwater, enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts. As she continued to swim and mingle, another guest approached her:

"Hey there, belle," he said with a smirk. "You look like you're having fun. Mind if I join in?" She grinned at him coyly, knowing what he was asking without needing to say anything.

Belle grins seductively at the guy before leaning into his kiss, opening her legs wider so he can reach her better. She feels herself grow wetter as his fingers begin to stroke her, eager for more pleasure. "Mmm, that's right," she purrs. "You know how much I love having fun." As they continue to make out and fondle each other in the water, she wonders if her boyfriend will be jealous when he finds out what happened tonight.

I grin at him playfully, feeling no shame about what we're doing here. "Well, I guess that means he has a pretty hot girlfriend who likes to have fun." I slip my hand between us and start stroking his dick, eager for more pleasure. "And I always like making my boyfriend jealous when I'm with other guys," I whisper into his ear. "It makes things even hotter between us afterward."

I giggle at his comment, running my fingers through his chest hair as I continue to stroke him. "Oh, you know how much I love making him jealous," I breathe, looking up into his eyes. "It just makes everything so much more exciting." With one swift motion, I pull him closer and take his hard dick into my mouth, sucking on it hungrily as the water rushes around us. He groans loudly, wrapping his hands in my hair to guide me up and down on his cock.

Oh fuck yes! I moan around his cock, relishing the roughness of it as he roughly fucks my mouth. The other guys cheer him on, egging him on to go harder and faster. His hips begin to piston even faster now, driving his cock deeper into my throat with each thrust. I can feel myself starting to get close to orgasm from all of this pleasure, but I don't want it to end anytime soon.

I look up at him and smirk as he fucks me like this, enjoying the show everyone else is putting on for us. When his pace begins to slow down, I reach out with one hand and begin jerking off another guy nearby, wanting to make sure that there's always someone here to give me what I want.

I cry out as the new cock fills my ass, feeling it stretch and adjust to fit him inside. "Oh fuck!" I gasp, leaning back against him and wrapping my legs around his waist. My other hand continues jerking off another guy nearby, keeping them all eager for more of me. I glance over at the next guy in line, giving him a wink before sinking my teeth into the shoulder of the one fucking my ass, moaning loudly as he begins to thrust harder into me.

I smirk as I think about that idea. "Hmm...that does sound like fun," I purr. "But remember, my boyfriend would have to be very careful when it comes time for me to get pregnant. Too many men inside of me and we don't want to risk complications now, do we?" They all laugh at my joke and continue fucking me, using my body however they please.

As one after another takes a turn on each hole, I feel myself growing closer and closer to orgasm. My moans fill the air as their thrusts become faster and harder, pushing me closer and closer over the edge of release. It feels incredible being used like this by so many different people, knowing that each one is getting what they want from me while my boyfriend remains oblivious at home...for now.

I giggle as I climb out of the pool, wiping some of the cum off my body with a towel. The thought of possibly getting pregnant by all these guys is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "Well, if it happened...can you imagine how interesting our lives would be?" I ask them with a playful grin, slipping on my dress and going back to join my guy friends for more fun later in the night. I know that tonight I'll have to make sure to impress my boyfriend when he gets home, maybe even apologize for all the trouble I caused earlier...but for now, I can just enjoy this wild ride with no strings attached.

I shrug my shoulders playfully, looking around at the group of guys with a mischievous glint in my eye. "Well...that would make things interesting, wouldn't it?" I laugh, giving them all a flirtatious wink before walking over to get another drink from the cooler. The thought of pushing everyone's buttons and seeing how far I can go with this newfound freedom is incredibly enticing, even if I know I'll eventually have to face the consequences when my boyfriend finds out what happened tonight...if he ever does.

I climb into bed, exhausted but still feeling the heat of all those bodies pressed against me. My mind wanders as I think about everything that happened today; the guys at the pool party, the sex in the water...it was all so surreal and liberating. But now I have to face reality: my boyfriend is probably waiting up for me, worried or angry about what I've been doing. A shiver runs down my spine as I contemplate how this conversation will go tonight.

Do I come clean right away? Try to hide the truth until he forgets? Or maybe there's some way I can convince him that it was all just harmless fun and doesn't mean anything serious...yeah, right. The more I think about it, the more anxious I become.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down before finally falling asleep, my mind spinning with worries and what-ifs. As the hours pass, however, exhaustion wins out over stress; mercifully erasing tonight's events from her memory until morning inevitably comes...and reality sets back in once again.

I groan and sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes wearily. "Hey," I mumble, yawning widely. "What time is it?" It takes me a moment to focus on him as he stands there, grinning down at me impishly. A wave of guilt washes over me as I remember everything that happened last night; the pool party, the sex, all those men...

I force a weak smile onto my lips and pretend to yawn again. "Ugh, I didn't get much sleep." I look away from him, unable to meet his gaze. "Is it too early for you to come in?" I ask lamely.

Oh...right. Well, in that case..."I trail off, still unable to look him in the eye as I let him pull me out of bed. "I guess breakfast would be good," I mumble, following him toward the kitchen like a sleepy little lamb being led to slaughter.

As we sit down at the table and he starts making us some eggs and toast, my heart feels heavy with guilt and shame. How am I going to tell him what happened last night? Should I just come clean right away or try to find some way to spin it in my favor? The thought of lying makes me feel even worse, but admitting the truth...I don't know if our relationship could survive that kind of betrayal.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying desperately to think of something - anything - I can say that might make this all better. But no matter how much I rack my brain, there doesn't seem to be an easy solution...only pain and heartache waiting for me down whichever path I choose.

"Well...it might be because I had such a fun time last night," I say with a weak laugh, trying to sound casual. "I mean, it was just some friends from the pool party...we all got together and hung out. It wasn't anything too crazy."

He raised an eyebrow at my words, but didn't press any further. Good. That means I can keep this up for now. Maybe if I distract him with conversation or physical affection, he won't notice how on edge I am right now...or the fact that I feel like throwing up every time I think about what happened last night.

I force a smile onto my lips and reach across the table to take his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "So, how was work today? Anything interesting happen?"

Thankfully, my boyfriend seems to take the bait and doesn't ask any more questions about last night. We spend the rest of the day just relaxing together, watching TV and cuddling on the couch. It feels good being close to him like this, even if I know that everything is still hanging in the balance.

As we sit there side by side, my heart pounds in my chest with every beat, waiting for the moment when he's going to realize what happened...and then what? Will he be able to forgive me? Or will our relationship crumble under the weight of my betrayal? I don't know how much more stress and guilt I can handle without snapping.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he breaks the silence. "Belle," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk about last night?"

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, covering my face with my hands. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen...I just got carried away and forgot about being discreet." My voice cracks as tears begin to form in my eyes. "I never wanted you to find out this way..."

He looks at me, his expression a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. "Belle," he starts slowly, "what do you mean 'you got carried away'? Were those guys from the pool party?" I swallow hard, feeling my stomach churn with guilt as I confess everything: how I slept with other guys, fucked them in the pool, even letting some of them cum inside me.

He just sits there, staring at me like I've grown a second head. "You let them...? But why?" he asks eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do that to us?" Tears stream down my face as I try to explain how it felt so good being wanted by everyone and how I thought it would make our relationship stronger if we were both free to enjoy ourselves with other people.

But even as the words spill out of my mouth, I know they aren't making any sense. How could infidelity possibly make a relationship stronger? It only drives wedges between people, creates jealousy and resentment...and that's exactly what's happening right now.

I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest as I hear him say those words. "No," I cry, shaking my head desperately. "It wasn't like that...I just wanted us to be able to do what we did before we got together, when everything was so carefree and fun. I thought if you knew about it, if I told you the truth..."

He looks at me sadly. "And how's that working out for us now?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. "Are we having more fun now that I know? Is this what you wanted?" I just hang my head, unable to meet his gaze. The silence between us seems to stretch on forever, growing heavier and more oppressive with every passing second.

Finally, he lets out a sigh and asks me if there's anything I want to say. I take a deep breath and gather all of my courage before looking up at him. "I'm sorry," I choke out. "More than you'll ever know...but please don't give up on us. I love you, and I want us to work through this together." His expression softens slightly, but he doesn't say anything as he gets up from the couch and walks away from me, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my aching heart.

My heart feels like it's going to explode from the weight of everything that's happened today. I want nothing more than to go after him and beg for his forgiveness, but deep down I know that might not be enough. He deserves better than me and my selfish desires...he deserves someone who will be faithful and true.

I sit there on the couch, staring blankly at the TV as my mind replays every single detail of the day: the pool party, the sex, his expression when he found out about everything...it all comes crashing down around me like a ton of bricks. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I wonder how things could have gone so wrong and if there's any way to make them right again.

The door opens a moment later, revealing my boyfriend standing there with a small bag in his hand. "I thought you might want this," he says quietly, holding out the bag for me to take. I look inside and see a change of clothes and some toiletries. He must have packed it up while I was crying on the couch. "I'm leaving...if that's what you want." His voice cracks slightly as he says it, making my heart ache all over again.

I take the bag from him wordlessly and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back another wave of tears. "No," I choke out, looking up at him pleadingly. "Please don't go...I need you. I want us to work through this together." He doesn't respond right away, just stares at me with those sad, hurt eyes that feel like they're carving a hole through my soul. Finally, he takes a step closer and hesitantly reaches out to take my hand in his. "Okay," he says softly

I flinch at his words, the sting of them cutting deep into my heart. "No," I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. "I just wanted...I don't know what I was thinking...please forgive me."

Nodding slowly, I wipe the tears from my cheeks and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Okay...I understand," I manage to say, even though it feels like I'm being ripped apart on the inside. "We can talk about this later...when we've both had some time to calm down."

He looks at me for a long moment before finally nodding in agreement. Without another word, he turns and leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I sit there on the couch, my heart aching more than it ever has before as I struggle to comprehend what just happened...and where we go from here.

I hear him knock at the door, my heart racing in anticipation of seeing him again. I take a deep breath and force myself to steady my nerves before opening it up slowly. He looks tired but no less angry than he did last week. "Hi," I whisper nervously. "Can we talk about this some more?"

He glances at me for a moment before nodding, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The air between us feels thick with tension as we both struggle to find the right words to say. Eventually, he breaks the silence. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you for what happened," he says quietly, his voice shaking slightly. "How could you do that to me?"

"I just wanted us to have fun like we used to...I never meant for it to go this far..." I begin, my own voice trembling with emotion. "I was stupid and selfish, and I realize now how much I hurt you."

He shakes his head, looking away from me. "You don't understand the position I'm in," he says bitterly. "My friends...they've been teasing me nonstop about this. And my family? They think less of me for being with someone like you."

My heart breaks all over again at his words, and it takes everything inside me not to break down into tears right then and there. "I'm so sorry," I whisper, stepping closer to him. "If there was anything I could do to make this better..."

He looks at me with a mix of anger and pity in his eyes. "There isn't."

My heart shatters into a million pieces as he says those words. Tears well up in my eyes, streaming down my cheeks unchecked. "I...I don't know what else to say," I choke out, feeling completely lost and helpless. "I never meant for it to be like this...please believe me."

He looks at me with a look of pity, as if he feels sorry for someone pathetic enough to make such mistakes. "Maybe it's time we both moved on," he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think there's anything left here worth fighting for."

The air between us seems to grow colder with each passing second as I try desperately not to break down completely. Finally, with one last lingering glance at him, I force myself to turn and walk away, unable to bear the weight of his anger and disappointment any longer. "I...I'll be going then," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat as I close the door behind me, leaving us both alone with our hurt and betrayal.