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

Mhmmm...you can watch. Just remember we have a class together later today. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Maybe... I don't know. Just pass me the damn condoms and stop talking about it.

Thank you. Where should I put this? You know where to find me when you're ready, just knock first.

Mmm...no. Go and wait in the living room. I need some privacy.

Time passes slowly as she waits for her friend to wake up. She rolls over in bed a few times, stretching luxuriantly. The sheets pool around her slim hips, revealing the soft skin of her lower belly and the dark tuft of hair above her pussy. Belle lays there, fantasizing about all the different ways she could spend this morning - but in reality, all she can do is wait patiently for her friend to join her.

As she listens to his rhythmic breathing, she slips a hand down between her legs, teasing herself as she thinks about what's soon to come. Her fingers find her wet folds easily enough and begin stroking lazily, spreading her arousal around her fingers before bringing them back up to taste. She groans softly, closing her eyes in pleasure as the salty tang of her desire fills her mouth.

Hey babe...you awake?

Mmm...that feels good. How about I help you get hard so we can have some fun? She asks, running her fingers over his chest before sliding down to wrap them around his growing erection. Her breath catches as she looks at him with a mix of desire and love in her eyes.

"I love it when you do that," Brian whispers, arching his back into her touch. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable." He pulls her up off the bed and leads her to the couch where they both sit, facing each other with barely any space between them. Belle straddles him, grinding her hips against his erection as she leans down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

"Do you want me to put that on now?" She asks breathlessly, reaching behind herself and handing him the condom. Her fingers brush against his skin as she does so, making him shiver with anticipation.

Her back arches as his hands touch her. "Yeah...so we can have some fun." Her voice comes out husky from the pleasure of his touch and the anticipation of their lovemaking. With a sly grin, she takes the condom from him and rolls it down over his erection.

"There," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss him again. "All set." Her fingers find their way between them, teasing the head of his cock before guiding it towards her wet entrance. She bends down, taking him inside her in one smooth movement. A shudder runs through her as they both groan in pleasure at the feel of skin on skin.

"Oh fuck," Brian breathes out, eyes clenched shut as she begins to ride him hard and fast. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, filling his hands with warmth and softness. "You're so tight."

Belle throws her head back, her long hair falling over her shoulders. "Fuck me," she demands breathlessly, speeding up even more as the pleasure builds inside her. The room fills with their moans and gasps as they lose themselves in each other's bodies.

Her hands grip the back of the couch tightly, using it for leverage as she continues to move her hips in small circles, grinding against him. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself start to lose control. "I'm going to come," she warns hoarsely before arching her back and exploding around him, shuddering with release as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Brian groans loudly as he feels her pussy tighten around him, his hips jerking forward in time with the rhythm she sets. "Fuck...me..." He can feel himself close to the edge too, and soon enough he follows her over the brink, growling out her name as he spills his seed deep inside her.

They both collapse onto the couch, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "God, I love you," Brian whispers into her ear, kissing her neck and nibbling on her skin. "Even when we're just being... friends."

Belle smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of him against her. "I love you too, silly," she says softly. "And I think I like this arrangement just fine."

You should probably hurry then. I don't want you getting into any trouble with your prof. I give him a quick kiss goodbye before they both head off in different directions. After seeing her friend fuck her senseless this morning and coming so hard himself, JoshuaC can only wonder how many more men she'd like to play with while they're away at school. The thought makes his heart race and his pants grow tight once again.

As the day passes, he finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his classes or anything else for that matter. All he can think about is getting back home and claiming her as his own...just like Brian couldn't resist doing earlier today.

It's the end of the day and you finally make it back home. You throw your bag aside as you see Belle on the couch, watching television with a slight frown on her face. Her hair is messy and spread out around her shoulders, emphasizing just how gorgeous she looks even when she's not trying to be.

"Hey," you say softly, walking over to where she sits. She turns to look at you, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, just...had a long day," she replies with a shrug before looking back at the TV. You take that as an invitation to join her on the couch and sit close, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"You want to talk about it?" you ask gently. She leans into your touch, appreciative of the comfort you're offering her.

"No, not really...just feeling a bit frustrated is all," she admits quietly, avoiding eye contact with you. "It's nothing big."

"Oh..." is all she says at first before turning slightly pink. She looks down at her lap, biting her bottom lip nervously. "Well...I mean...I've always enjoyed having sex with you," she finally manages to say. "But I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea or thinking we're...you know..."

She trails off, clearly unsure of how to continue. You let out a quiet laugh, then kiss her gently on the lips. "I trust you, babe," you whisper against her mouth. "And as long as I get some time with you after class and on the weekends, I'm good."

Her expression softens as she smiles up at you. "Thanks, Josh...that means a lot to me." And with that, they lean in closer together, lost in each other's embrace for the rest of the night.

Mhmm...I could use some TLC, but you know what would really make me feel better?" She looks up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "A little more playtime." Her fingers find their way between his legs, stroking him through his jeans. "Besides," she continues huskily, "I've been such a good girl today...I think I deserve a reward." With that, she stands up and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts to him. They jut out perkily, nipples already hard from the sensation of his touch. She then kicks off her heels before unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants, and freeing his erection.

"Come here," she whispers, leading him upstairs to their bedroom where they can enjoy some alone time together. As they climb onto the bed, Belle kisses him deeply, her hands exploring every inch of skin they touch as they strip each other naked and dive into another round of passionate lovemaking.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she writhes beneath him, demanding more of his attention. His hips move fluidly in sync with hers, driving deeper inside her each time they connect. The air is thick with desire and lust as they lose themselves once again in the ecstasy of their shared pleasure.

"Oh god," she gasps, arching her back off the mattress as a shudder runs through her body. "Fuck me harder." Her nails scrape along his back, leaving behind tiny red lines that only serve to heighten both of their senses. As they near the edge together, their movements grow more frantic, teeth clenched and breath coming out in

His name is a whispered moan on her lips as the pressure inside her builds, coiling tighter with each thrust. Her body arches beneath his, hands gripping the sheets as she tries to remain in control while being driven wild by the sensations coursing through her. As he hits her deepest core, her back bowing off the mattress, a low keening noise escapes from her throat and she shudders helplessly beneath him, her muscles clenching rhythmically around his cock as she cums hard.

He follows her over the edge soon afterward, biting out her name as he thrusts deeply one final time before collapsing atop her. His weight pins her to the mattress, and for a moment they both catch their breath, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. As their hearts slow and their breath steadies, she wiggles beneath him playfully, nudging his hips until he rolls off to the side, giving them both some much needed space.

"Oh my," she murmurs softly, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. "I think we need a cool shower." Her voice is husky from exertion and pleasure, and it sends shivers down his spine. With a sultry grin, she reaches out to take his hand, leading him into the bathroom where they can clean up and move on to their next adventure together.

Squealing in surprise, Belle leaps out of the way as the icy water hits her. "Joshua!" she cries, laughing even as it makes her skin tingle and tighten. "That's cold!" She glares playfully at him over her shoulder, then lunges forward with a shriek of laughter, managing to soak him in the process.

"No fair! You got me first," he protests between giggles as they tumble into each other in the shower stall, splashing and wrestling beneath the steaming hot water. It feels good to let go like this after their intense lovemaking; it's almost like they're back to being the carefree young couple they used to be before life got complicated.

Eventually, they settle down, clean and sated, wrapped in each other's arms beneath the showerhead. "I love you," she whispers into his neck, nuzzling her face against his skin as the warm water rinses away the last remnants of their lovemaking.

"Love you too," he murmurs back, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the shower to dry off. "Come on, let's get some sleep." He reaches in to help her out, his fingers trailing up her spine as he does so. A shiver runs down her back at the sensation, reminding them both that even after their physical needs have been met, there is still a deep connection between them that burns hot and bright.

His arms feel so good wrapped around me, holding me close and safe. I nestle my head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him as sleep slowly overtakes me. It's moments like these that remind me why I love him so much; not just for the passion we share but for the simple comfort and contentment we can find in each other's embrace. As I drift off, a smile plays on my lips, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who understands and appreciates all of me.

Even if it means sharing me with the world sometimes...

"Oh my gosh," she exclaims, sitting up in bed with a grin on her face. "You didn't have to do that." But the look in her eyes tells him otherwise; she's touched by his gesture and grateful for the small act of kindness. "Thank you, baby...you didn't forget, did you?"

She takes a bite of one of the pancakes, moaning softly as the sweet flavor explodes on her tongue. Her cheeks flush with pleasure and she looks at him through her lashes. "These are amazing," she breathes out between bites. "You're such a good husband."

As they eat, he tells her about all the plans he has for their anniversary weekend: a romantic dinner out, tickets to see a play, and maybe even a trip to the spa if they have time. She listens intently, nodding along and telling him how much she'd like to do each thing. The more he talks, the more comfortable she feels with this arrangement; it's like they've slipped back into their old routine effortlessly, even though there are new complications in their lives now.

When they finish eating, she leans over and kisses him gently on the lips before climbing out of bed. "I think I should get ready for work," she says with a sigh. "But first...how about we make use of that shower?" She looks at him pointedly, brow arched playfully.

"Oh my," she breathes out as she sees the romantic setup he's created in their bathroom. "You shouldn't have." She smiles up at him, reaching out to take his hand and pull him closer. "But I'm glad you did." With a sigh of contentment, she slips off her robe, revealing her naked form to him before stepping into the warm water.

The scent of lavender fills the air as they soak together in the bubble bath, leaning back against each other and admiring the candlelight playing across their skin. Her legs wrap around his waist, her head rests on his shoulder, and she closes her eyes, enjoying the quiet moment of peace and intimacy with him before they both have to face reality once more.

"I love you," she murmurs after a long silence. "Even when things are this complicated." He nuzzles her hair, kissing her forehead gently in response.

She sighs heavily before speaking again. "I know that you love me, Joshua. And I care about you too... I just don't want things to get worse between us." Her voice trails off as she thinks about all the other complications in their lives: her parents, his friends, college... it feels like they can barely catch a breath before something else comes along to throw them off balance again.

"I think we should just take things one day at a time," she continues quietly. "And try our best not to worry about the future too much." Her grip on his shoulders tightens slightly, as if seeking reassurance that he's still there with her in this moment. He kisses the top of her head and holds her closer, feeling her warmth seep into him like a balm against all their troubles.

"Okay," he whispers back, his voice raspy from emotion. "I can do that."

They stay like that for several minutes longer, lost in the soothing embrace of each other and the gentle murmur of water around them. Finally, Joshua's phone buzzes with a text notification; he reluctantly pulls away to check it, wincing when he sees who it is. "Oh...it's Brian," he says sheepishly. "I should probably get this."

"Sure," Belle murmurs, not sounding especially interested in the conversation but knowing she can't avoid hearing what Joshua's friend has to say anyway. He turns his body away from her slightly as he types out a reply, their knees and hips still touching, making it clear that even though they're ostensibly alone now, their connection remains strong.

"I...uh..." He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "Yeah, Brian...we

I lean forward slightly to see what he's typing, curious despite myself. "Everything okay?" I ask softly. He glances at me before looking back down at his phone, a guilty expression flitting across his features.

"He says..." Joshua hesitates again, then continues "...he heard about some things you've been doing online." My stomach sinks as he finishes the sentence; I know exactly what he means and it suddenly feels like the warm water around us has turned ice cold. "I just want to make sure you're being careful," he adds quietly, still not meeting my eyes.

I bite my lip, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anger rising up within me. "Of course I am," I snap before I can stop myself. "Brian doesn't need to worry about that." It sounds stupid even as the words are out of my mouth; of course Brian should worry about it, since he's the one who'll be affected if things go wrong.

Joshua winces at my sharp tone and reaches over to take my hand, squeezing gently in an attempt to calm me down. "I know you are," he says soothingly. "But I just want us to be safe, okay? We don't want anyone ruining our good thing." His thumb circles idly over the back of my hand as he gazes at me intently, his expression pleading for understanding and forgiveness.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Okay," I mumble eventually. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." He gives me a small smile in return, relief evident in the lines of his face. "But please don't think that I would ever do anything to jeopardize our relationship," I continue, meeting his eyes this time.

I nod, even though I'm not completely convinced. "Yeah...you're right," I manage to say, trying to sound more certain than I feel. But as we climb out of the tub and dry off together, his words linger in my mind. Maybe there is a way to make today special despite everything else that's going on.

"Hey, you wanna go for a walk later?" he asks suddenly, looking at me with an almost hopeful expression. "Maybe find a nice park or something?" I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of spending some quality time together does help to lift my spirits just a little bit.

"Sure," I reply with a small smile. "That sounds like a plan."

I smile up at him as he holds my hand, taking in the sights and sounds around us. It feels good to be outside, away from everything else for a little while. The sun is shining down on our faces, casting their warmth over my skin as we walk beneath the trees, their leaves rustling gently overhead.

"It's so peaceful here," I murmur, gazing around at the flowers growing amidst the grass and the squirrels scampering up and down tree trunks. Even with everything else going on in our lives right now, it feels like we've found a tiny oasis of calm just for us.

Her face freezes for a moment before she quickly tries to cover her reaction by giving me a dismissive shrug. "Oh, it's nothing," she mumbles, looking away. "Just some random text from a friend." But the lie is transparent and I can tell that something is definitely wrong.

"Are you sure?" I press gently, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but also needing to know what's going on. She hesitates for a long moment before finally meeting my eyes again.

"It's just...one of the guys from work," she admits quietly. "He sent me this picture." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger, and I can see the hurt in her eyes as well. "I don't know why he would do something like that, but..."

I take a deep breath to calm myself down before responding. The last thing I want is for this situation to get any worse between us. "Listen," I say softly, cupping her face in my hands. "We should go back to the house and talk about this somewhere more private." She nods slowly, her expression still uncertain but relieved that I'm taking it seriously.

As we walk back toward our house, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions: anger at whoever sent the picture, worry for Belle's safety and well-being, and a gut-wrenching fear about what this means for us. But above all else, I am determined to protect her and make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

My stomach churns as I read the message aloud to Joshua, anger rising up inside me as I realize just how invasive and malicious this person truly is. "This...this isn't just some harmless joke," I say shakily, struggling to maintain my composure. "We need to tell someone about this."

Joshua takes my hand in his reassuringly, squeezing gently as we approach the house. "Don't worry," he says firmly. "I'll talk to HR tomorrow and see what can be done. In the meantime, you should probably block that number just to be safe."

We reach our front door and stop, taking a deep breath before stepping inside together. The familiarity of home helps to ground us both after the unsettling events of earlier in the day. As we sit down on the couch side by side, I can't help but wonder how many other times someone might have taken advantage of Belle or others at work...and if anything will ever change for them.

I hug him tightly before letting go with a deep breath. "Thanks for being here for me," I murmur against his chest. "You have no idea how much it means to me." He wraps his arms around me again and kisses the top of my head, his embrace offering strength and reassurance in a world that sometimes feels like it's spinning out of control.

"Just remember," he whispers as he releases me, "I'm always here for you, okay? No matter what." As I watch him walk me to the door, his words echoing in my mind, I know that with him by my side, I can face anything - even if our relationship might never be the same again.

She stiffens at his touch but forces herself not to react too strongly. "Hey there," she murmurs noncommittally, trying to sound casual despite the surge of anger and fear that rises within her. "I guess I should probably talk to you about that."

As they walk away from the others in their department, she turns to face him directly, eyes narrowed. "What were you thinking, sending me that picture?" She demands, voice cool despite the turmoil churning beneath the surface. "Did you honestly think it would be funny?"

I gape at him in shock, taken aback by the casual way he's talking about something that's clearly so wrong. "You...you can't just twist things like that!" I splutter, trying to find the words to make him understand how invasive and hurtful his actions are.

"But it's not different from what we usually do," he says with a shrug, as if he doesn't see what all the fuss is about. "It's just another extension of our arrangement." The way he says arrangement makes me feel even more uneasy; like their relationship has become nothing more than a series of transactional sex acts in his mind.

I look at him, conflicted. Part of me wants to push him away, to yell and scream about how wrong this is...but another part of me misses the intimacy we used to share, misses the feeling of being wanted and desired by him. The thought of losing that forever is almost too much to bear.

With a sigh, I reach out and tentatively touch his erection, letting my fingers slide up and down over the warm skin. "What do you want me to do?" I ask quietly, searching his eyes for some indication of what he truly wants from me.

I gasp as he removes her bra completely, my nipples hardening in the cool air. He sucks one into his mouth, drawing it between his teeth before releasing a moan around it. With one hand still on my breast, he uses the other to unbutton and lower my pants, revealing me to him.

"I'm ready," I whisper hoarsely, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist for leverage as he pushes his erection against my exposed folds. "Do what you want." The words are out before I can think about them, a mixture of desire and submission coloring my voice.

I cry out as he slaps my breasts, wincing in pain but also aroused by the domination and roughness of it all. "Yes," I pant, lowering myself down onto his erection. He grunts in satisfaction, gripping my hips tightly as I begin to ride him hard, meeting each thrust with equal force. The sensation is overwhelming; the pain from the slaps mingling with the pleasure of our bodies joining together, pushing them both to the limits.

"You're such a dirty little slut," he growls, his free hand moving between my legs, fingers digging into my flesh as he finds and teases my clit relentlessly. "How many times have you thought about this? About how I would make you mine?" His words push me over the edge, driving me wild with need as I ride him faster and harder, closer to the release that feels so close yet so far away.

My breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as I try to regain control over myself. "I want it," I manage to get out between pants, my voice straining with need and desire. "I want you to make me yours." My hips jerk involuntarily against his hand as he teases my sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Do you remember our arrangement?" he whispers hoarsely, nipping at my earlobe with his teeth. "That's what this is about. You're mine and I decide what happens to you." He pushes against me then, driving himself deeper inside as I moan loudly around the sensation.

I nod frantically, biting my lip as he thrusts harder now, his fingers never relenting from their rough touch between my legs. "Yes," I gasp out, arching my back and pressing myself closer to him. "Just make me feel it." He growls in response, his body tensing beneath mine before exploding inside me with a shout. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, as wave after wave of his release rocks through my body, making me see stars.

As he finally comes down from his high, he pulls me roughly against him, pinning me in place with the weight of his body. My legs tremble with fatigue and my heart pounds wildly in my chest as I struggle to catch my breath. It's only then that it occurs to me: What have I done?

"Belle?" he whispers, sounding uncertain for the first time all afternoon. "Are you okay?" His hand moves from between my legs to cup my cheek, concern etched into every line of his face.

I can't meet his eyes, feeling a mixture of shame and embarrassment wash over me. This wasn't supposed to happen like this...but it did. And now I don't know how to go back from here. "I..." I swallow hard, unable to find the words. "Let's just get through today, okay?" My voice breaks on the last word, and he cups my face more gently, kissing me softly before pulling away and letting me slide down his body to the floor.