Flirting up a storm with Sandy the first week we’d met had been fun.

But I admit it was a hell of a lot more fun to finally hop in bed with her. She was a gorgeous woman with a fantastic body.

I had just come like crazy with her as she’d squealed through a gratifying climax of her own. We lay together in her bed, basking in the glorious afterglow. As I tugged a quilt up over us, I dreamily remarked on its intricate pattern. Sandy murmured, “Oh… Rick gave me that.”

Suddenly, she sat bolt upright, pressing her knuckles to her mouth. “Shit, Lukas! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that.”

I blinked in confusion, trying to figure out how she thought she’d offended me. She’d mentioned a Rick once or twice. Who was he? Ah, her last boyfriend.

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. The look of horror on her face was replaced with her own confusion. “What’s funny?” she asked, not annoyed but getting there.

I sat up, too. “I don’t mind you speaking your ex-boyfriend’s name, Sandy. Frankly, I wouldn’t even mind if you were still sleeping with him.”

Her pretty mouth dropped open. “Wouldn’t that make you jealous?”

I shook my head. “I don’t do jealousy.”

My statement sounded a bit pretentious, but I absolutely meant it. I had stuck to a non-jealousy policy for years when it came to relationships and hookups. And I’d long since pledged never to get involved with somebody who was prone to jealousy herself. It complicated things that didn’t need to be complicated.

“But… but — ” she stuttered. I could see her struggling to grasp the concept.

I tried to help. “Look, jealousy might be natural. It might even be an instinct. But it can be unlearned. And if you overcome it, well, life gets a hell of a lot easier.”

A smile flickered over her lips. Her half of the quilt — Rick’s quilt — was around her waist. Her perky tits stuck out temptingly, her nipples still stiff. My just-spent cock started to stir again at the sight of her nakedness.

Sandy came right out and asked directly: “You mean you’ve been in actual relationships where the other person was having sex with a third party?”

I chuckled. It almost sounded like a legal question. I had met Sandy at the coffeehouse where I often hung out with my circle of friends. I was currently sleeping with three of the women in that group. We were a tight-knit clique.

It was time to cut to the chase, I realized with a sigh. If Sandy was going to be scared off, better to do it right away, even though I really liked her. I told her about the three other women: Beth, Aiysha and Caitlyn. I explained that they all knew about one another and added that each in turn was fucking around with others, as well. Our crew was something of a mobile sex party, I admitted.

She shook her head in dismay, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. But I saw no anger, and thought maybe there was a sparkle of fascination in her eyes. I was still gazing at her breasts, my cock fully hard beneath the quilt.

“And there are no hurt feelings?” she asked. “Nobody getting into a screaming match because someone fucked somebody else?”

I wondered about the relationships she’d been in before. Maybe this Rick was a throwback meathead who’d thought Sandy’s pussy belonged to him. (But he still had good taste in bedding.)

I decided to go with an anecdote. It would be the make-or-break moment for me and Sandy. “Beth, Aiysha, Caitlyn and I have a little game we play. When I go see one of them after having just been to bed with one of the others, whoever I’m visiting tries to guess which woman I’ve been with.”

“Guess? How?”

I grinned. “By going down on me and seeing if she recognizes the taste of my previous partner’s pussy on my cock.”

Sandy’s earlier looks of surprise had nothing on the full-on gape she gave me at that point. But her excitement was also plainly written on her face. I shifted toward her and took her in my arms. She flung herself against me and mashed her mouth on mine. Her ex-boyfriend’s quilt hit the floor, and we were suddenly tussling and grinding. I squeezed her tits as she spread her legs to take my steel-hard cock once again.

Apparently she wasn’t going to run away scared, after all. I was very glad about that. I really did like her.

Over the next couple weeks I saw Sandy go through a happy turnaround. It’s always pleasing to see someone shake off the emotional shackles of jealousy and embrace erotic freedom. Her manner became more easygoing; she was shamelessly flirty with my friends — and they flirted right back. She even started sleeping with a few of them, which I was more than fine with. We were indeed a cheerful bunch of libertines.

When she finally crossed the gender line, like so many of us had, I knew she was truly one of us. I had a sneaking suspicion about what she was up to, but didn’t say anything, not wanting to spoil her fun.

Still, I saw her hop from Beth’s bed to Aiysha’s to Caitlyn’s. Those were three magnificently sexy women, and I had no doubt each showed Sandy a great time. But I knew part of what she was doing was research.

“Come simmered in my balls, and I moaned as ecstasy gathered within me.”

She texted me to come over on a Friday night. I replied that I’d be “busy” till around nine. She knew what that meant.

“Come straight over here afterward,” she texted back.

I enjoyed an early romp with Caitlyn that night, plowing her streaming pussy until she squealed with orgasmic delight as I spunked into her. When I was leaving her place, she gave me a smirk, like she knew what was in store for me.

I arrived at Sandy’s apartment. The lights were dim and sultry music was playing. Sandy stepped out wearing silk lingerie. She looked fucking beautiful. The risqué outfit left her succulent tits bare. Her pussy had already dampened the skimpy panties she had on.

She grinned wickedly as she glided toward me. I stood there, savoring the sight of her. She came nose to nose with me and murmured, “You’ve been fucking another woman, haven’t you?”

My cock surged, suddenly too big for my jeans.

“Yes,” I said.

Her grin grew diabolic. “I’m going to find out who.”

With two other people, this might have been the start of a terrible argument. But for us it was just setting the stage with a kinky kind of foreplay.

Sandy kissed me, and then knelt before me. I expected her hands to undo my belt and fly, but instead I saw her grip the tongue of my belt in her teeth and pull it free of the buckle. She undid the brass button of my jeans the same way, then she bit my zipper and managed to tug it all the way down. Impressive.

My briefs were still wadded up on Caitlyn’s bedroom floor, so my hard cock sprang out right before Sandy’s face. Her eyes glittered as she gazed at my stiff shaft and the tiny pearl of pre-come shining on the tip.

By that point Sandy had sucked my cock plenty of times, just like I’d eaten her pussy every chance I got. But that night was going to be something truly special, I sensed.

She slipped a hand over my balls, cradling my nutsac and applying a soft pressure that sent chills through me. I made sure my feet were well planted on the floor. I looked down, my eyes brimming with lust.

Sandy was going to figure out who I’d just fucked by tasting my cock. By this time, she herself was personally acquainted with the sexual flavors of my other three female lovers.

Her tongue flicked up the dewdrop of pre-come. After that, a look of intense concentration came to her lovely features. She was like a wine connoisseur about to judge an elusive vintage.

When her tongue swirled around my cockhead, my body jumped from the contact. Pleasure sizzled up from my crotch, spreading through me. Her lips closed around my knob, and I felt a strong suction. But she wasn’t just doing that for my benefit: She wanted as thorough a sample of lingering pussy juice as she could get off me. I groaned, relishing that dirty thought as much as I did the sensation.

The ring of her mouth slowly descended my shaft. Her tongue wriggled on me, and my left knee started to quiver. I had to concentrate to hold still. She continued to gently massage my balls, but her real attention was on my cock — and what tastes might still be clinging to it.

I had always loved this game with the other women, but with Sandy it had a unique sweetness. No doubt a month ago Sandy wouldn’t have been able to imagine doing such a thing. I was happy to have introduced her to such dirty behavior.

Her encircling mouth moved steadily toward the base of my staff. Her cheeks were flattened in around me, and she was sucking hard. A frown furrowed her brow. I could tell she was checking her mental data regarding the flavors of Beth, Aiysha and Caitlyn. Each woman had told me that Sandy had swiftly become a pussy-licking expert.

Sandy finished her luxuriantly slow descent and held me with my cockhead pulsing in her throat. Her eyebrows arched like she’d decided something. Then suddenly she started to lift and drop her mouth on me at a serious speed. She didn’t let up the suction one bit.

Fantastic pleasure spiraled higher in me, and I felt a deep, shivering wave of bliss. Sandy was merciless, driving headlong as her wet mouth flashed up and down my straining shaft. She deep-throated me with every intense plunge.

I went ratcheting up through my pre-orgasmic stages. Come simmered in my balls, eager to erupt, and I moaned raggedly as ecstasy gathered within me.

Abruptly, she wrenched her mouth away, leaving my spit-dripping cock twitching with need. Her other hand gripped my shaft, squeezing and holding me in check. I was right on the fucking brink, and she damn well knew it.

Sandy announced, “I say it was Caitlyn. If I’m right, come on my face.”

Then she released my cock, and without any further contact, I shot my glorious load all over her grinning, triumphant mug.