College Chastity Choice Game 2

I collapse on the bed by Mile's side, utterly satisfied.

Don't be wrong, he is too, but Miles doesn't collapse. He cuddles. Of course, he does. The man is probably the best lover to have ever lived.

Well, most likely not, but I doubt I could do better.

He exits and comes to hold me tight. We are both wet from the orgasms we get, despite the AC blasting to find the heat from Florida's summer.

His rough skin sticks a little again mine, but I don't mind. He wraps his arms against my waist and kisses the back of my neck, after lifting my hair. I can feel it being wet from perspiration. It must be so ugly, but he never minds. Sometimes, he even has the nerve to say I look sexy that way. The nerves! But each time I smile. When a guy finds you sexy when you are so obviously not it usually means that his desire for you overrides his judgement. And that, is the read tragedy.

Well, you know those pick two games? Like, when buying a hair dryer: Efficient, Durable, Cheap. Pick 2.

For a guy, it's something like "Hot, good in bed and single", pick 2.

Miles is definitely hot. He almost sports a 6 pack, he shaves his body to show his muscles, he has a perfect jaw, a cool buzz cut, piercing gray eyes and lips I could kiss for hours. His smile makes my knees go weak.

When he makes love to me, I feel in heaven. Because that's what he does. Miles doesn't fuck, he makes love. He is strong, firm and yet, pliable and flexible. No two love making sessions with him are the same and yet, they all lead to the same destination, a mind-blowing orgasm, usually simultaneous.

Today, Miles began making love to me doggy style. I was the first time he began that way, as he usually prefers a position where we can kiss. Not that I minded because then, he went other me and made me lie on top of him so we could kiss. A lesser man would have been restrained by his movement, but not Miles. Oh no, not Miles. He has enough power in his hips to keep going when I am in top on him.

In fact, I usually feel like in a putty in his hands.

He ended with me, facing down on the mattress, and him entering from behind. Sort of like doggy style, but with me lying down.

I could feel him pressing me against the mattress, rendering me helpless and it helped. Don't judge me. In fact, never judge me. I do what I can to find happiness in a cold, harsh world.

How do you manage to get ahead in life? Well, I know how, I do what I can.

But right now, he is gentle and affectionate. This, is important for me. He can be rough sometimes, provided he isn't other times and that every time he is there for me, calm and rested.

He really is the perfect man. Miles can make me laugh, he makes me think. In summary, he makes me a better woman and that is really the most important in how I choose my man.

So, what's wrong with him? Why am I not married to him?

Because Simone is. Not me.

Again, don't judge me. I am not the only woman he has sex with outside his marriage.

Well, is it really outside his marriage? Because remember when we started doggy style? It's because I was going down on Simone at that moment.

Again, don't judge me. I never thought I could ever have sex with a woman, but that's the price to see Miles.

Oh, don't think I am being abused. I never had to have sex with Simone. Never. They didn't force me, they didn't beg me. They did ask, but in a respectful way.

The first time, she went down on me. She loves to have oral sex on Miles' partners, since, again, don't judge me... but he doesn't use condoms.

This, was the thing that worried me the most, to be honest. I know that he has other partners and that he doesn't put a condom with them either.

This, I can't shake the feeling, means that if any of them get a STI, I get it too. It's that simple. They are in my sexual bubble.

No way around it.

Simone gets close. I know what she wants. She wants to taste her husband's seed mixed with the juice from our love making.

I love Miles and she knows it. She loves that I love him. He likes me, and I like her. She is fun, respectful and go very slowly with me directly. She knows I am not really bisexual, but slowly, she is showing me that it can be nice for her and me to touch each other while Miles is having sex with me.

Would I ever have sex just with her? I doubt it. But it's not really a threesome. That's something that bothered me. I never saw Miles having sex with Simone, and while I see them being affectionate outside of bed, when we go down to business, I am the only center of attention.

Of course, I enjoy it, but I sometimes wonder about their relationship. Is it solid? I think so. But it's like, when I visit Miles, they both put the focus on me, and entirely on me.

On me!

Still, I open my legs and let her into my inner sanctum. I enjoy the feel of her tongue on my most private part. I don't mind sharing it with her.

You see, I never had people focus just on me. People usually only want what they want, and while both Miles and Simone take what they want, they give way more in return.

"Georgia, would you enjoy spending the day with me, next Saturday?", asks Miles, not seemingly caring that his wife is going down on me.

I almost melted. "I would!", I reply, of course I would. I love him. I dream of moving in with him. I don't even need him to divorce Simone. I like her. But I would give anything to spend the rest of my life with him.

"Nothing fancy, but we want to put a love seat in the bedroom and would need your eyes to pick the right one, if you don't mind"

There. I could feel taken advantage of. I am an interior design teacher at the local college, so asking me to go shopping with him is sort of abusing my trade.

But I can also see it as him valuing my opinion.

"Once we are done, I propose we go eat at that Italian restaurant you mentioned. You know, like a date", he says, knowing how to sweeten the deal. We might even go see a movie, if you want, or have a walk downtown. I don't mind"

"Really?", I ask. This is everything I've been dreaming of.

"Now, I'll be honest", he says

So, there is a hidden motive. I don't mind. People are selfish, but when Miles is, he explains why and apologizes. This makes him the greatest. I focus on his words, as I feel the shoe is about to drop.

"You've met Grace and Lacey, right? Oh, right, there was that party. That was wild", he says.

Grace and Lacey are a married lesbian couple. Sometimes, I see Miles in his bedroom while Simone and them are talking. I know that they have sex with Simone a lot, and even with Miles often. Once, at that wild party, Simone's birthday, I ended up in a sixty-nine with Grace. I like her. Lacey, not so much, but Grace I do and she seems to like me. Perhaps because like her wife, I have frizzled hair?

I think I like Grace more than Simone, when it comes to lesbian sex, perhaps because Grace is more fun than Simone?

Well, I am asking not to judge me, so I won't judge myself. I am mostly straight, but when it comes to girls, I have more attraction to Grace than to Simone. But I still like Simone.

I confirm to Miles that I know them.

"So, Lacey found out that one of her childhood friends, Lauren, is mostly gay and they've been dating for a few weeks."

"Lacey and Lauren?", I asked

But Miles laughs.

"No, Grace, Lacey and Lauren. The three of them"

"Oh, cool", I say. It is cool. Like I said, don't judge me.

"Well, they talked about Simone, and will try a foursome Saturday, with the hope of presenting me to Lauren. Don't worry, your place is safe with me. Lauren would never replace you", he says, before kissing me.

But I wasn't worried. Miles had other lovers before me, and will have more after me. Both him and Simone made it clear that my relationship with him was completely independent of the other relationships he has, except in terms of frequency.

I understood that. The more partners her has, the fewer time he has per partner. I am fine with that. I have a busy life too.

But the point was, he wouldn't dump me just to see another girl. He tries to limit his relationships to 6 (with Grace and Lacey counting at single) so that he can see each one weekly and still have a night with Simone.

Currently, it was the lesbian couple and me, so there was plenty of space in the schedule I often saw him two or three times per week but wouldn't mind slowing down, especially if I could have dates with him one on one from time to time.

At worst, I could find a way to be invited with Grace and Lacey are with Miles and Simone, even if I end up only as a support role, sort of like what Simone does with me. Would I eat Miles's cream pie from Lacey? He usually finishes in her. Well, I don't know. But if he asked me, I would. If Grace asked me, I would.

Again, don't judge me.

I do have time one-on-one with Miles, if case you are wondering. Simone isn't always there when I spend time with Miles, but going out with him as a couple seemed heavenly.

Simone is done, and comes to cuddle me. Miles is the big spoon, and Simon is my small spoon. I am sandwiched between them.

I know I am their unicorn, a bisexual single woman ready to see a married couple. Except that I am not really bisexual, and I am not really single.

But from their point of view, I totally am.

The saddest part of my relationship with Miles, is leaving his bed, and seeing him and Simone cuddle while I am getting dressed.

They might focus on me while I am there, but they are what's left when I leave. They are married to each other. They share their marital bed with me.

I am just a visitor.

And don't judge me, but I can live with that.

I can. I really can.

Positive thinking. I leave Miles's house. He accompanies me to the door, putting a towel around his waist, and he kisses me on the lips, wishing me a good night.

How considerate is that? He was done! His wife was waiting for him in bed, and he took the time to wish me a good night.

God, I love that man.