April, 2022

He hears her moans through the closed bathroom door. A third orgasm, the high peak squeal gave it away again. It makes him harder every time, and more anxious. She wanted to try a girl out. She selected a close friend, who he has always found very attractive. He thought perhaps after the series of threesomes with another guy it would be a threesome this way. He was wrong as usual. She wanted lesbian sex this weekend. It was supposed to be Friday night, but this was Sunday morning. He wanted to stroke to the sounds so bad and listen until they were finished. But they would be hungry, and she asked if he could make breakfast so they could take their time. It is their last day together until she visits again next weekend. It was supposed to be just Friday night.

Another orgasm just as he leaves the bedroom. It was her friend this time. He never even got to see her naked. She came over and they all hung out for a while, but the sexual tension between them was extreme. It was not long before they went to the bedroom. It was then that he was informed he wouldn't be participating in any way.

"Or watching?!"

"Or watching."

There was not any explanation offered at the time, her friend was already upstairs.

"You will have to sleep in the spare room tonight because she is going to stay over. Okay, well, enjoy the rest of your night. I can't wait any longer," she sounded giddy and ran up the stairs, her thick ass exposed in a one string thong. They had started the foreplay in the living room but that is as far as the nudity got.

The night in the spare room listening to them go at it repeatedly was hard for him. They had left the door open but he was explicitly told not to look in. Her friend did not want him involved. It became obvious she never had any presumption that he would be. He wanted to masturbate badly but knew that she would know and would be upset. He did not really blame her for wanting him to save it for her. He owed her several hundred orgasms, after all. She liked to remind him. But of course he did. She was perfect to him, and knew just how to make him cum. Making women cum was complicated, she told him, so he did not make her often. She knew how to make herself, and with new people and experiences, the excitement helped. But for now, sex had to be dedicated to hers, because at the end of the day, she had provided much more for years now.

"It is because she is a woman, she knows how to make a woman cum," she explained after her friend had left. "But oh my god" her eyes were wide. "I did not expect her to be that good!" She could not stop smiling. "I have been training you to eat me for years now and she pretty much blew you away!" she said without pause. "Oh don't look so jealous. Like I said it is cause she is a woman. But she will be back next weekend. No, you can't watch that time either. We both decided it was better this way. Because I don't have to be distracted by you jerking it or looking at things I don't want you to. Look, it isn't a big deal, just have a few spare room weekends and eventually it won't be so exciting for me and we can go back to sex. Yes, of course I am going to be saving myself for this bit. I want to cum super hard with her every time."

He was used to not cumming or having sex now, since she admitted that she had been masturbating alone instead, whenever she could. But now that she explained it is just so she can cum every time, and why she does not with him, he thought more participation would come his way. It has been less than ever and this marks a new era, it seems.

"Oh babe, if you could have seen our sex this morning, you would have passed out. I was eating her from behind and when she came she quivered and her ass is even jigglier than mine. I could feel it shaking on my face and it made me throb." She seemed to not notice how agitated this made him. He missed seeing her first time with another woman.

"Can I make myself cum now? Your descriptions are killing me," he tried to sound lighthearted, but it had been over a month since his last.

"Uhm I would rather you not jerk off to thoughts of her obviously, besides I want you to be super full when we fuck next, and I don't know when that is going to be so save it just in case... Because if you are empty it will be even more boring for me and I could ask any time. Just do as you're told please, you are spoiling my mood." The annoyance in the tone was back. He knew he frequently let her down in the bedroom and resentment led her to seeking satisfaction with desperation. He couldn't stand that look. So he just agreed and thanked her for letting him listen, for keeping the door open.

He went to clean up from breakfast, looking forward to the only thing he could, hearing more moans from down the hall while he fought to resist the urge to touch himself.