Being Passed Around Between Two Best Friends In France

If you’ve already read Cheating & My Sexy France Encounter, go ahead and skip down to “THE STORY“. I share a condensed version of that story here for context. Please know that “Johnny” is “Jimy” and “Adrien” is “Antoine” in this story.

Sophomore year in college, I studied abroad in France. I had a long-distance boyfriend still in California. I had these two girl friends I went out to the bars with a lot. We met these two hot guys and hit it off. I later learned that one of the two (the hottest one, Jimy) had called dibs on me.

Fuck. Yes.

We go to the bar and we start drinking. Me and Jimy are flirting a lot, and my one friend was getting really jealous. She imagined she would be getting his attention since I was the only one of the three in a relationship.

After a while, I’m buzzed enough to make stupid decisions, and our table is now full enough to distract the attention of my two girl friends.

Jimy shows me that he has 3 tongue piercings. I was shocked because he seemed like a clean-cut model-type, but it turns out he has a very goth/punk side to him. He had to keep his other face piercings out because he was in the French Armed Forces.

I told him I had never kissed someone who also had a tongue piercing (since I had one at the time).

He kept playing this silly game with me where he’d point to his cheek to ask me to kiss it, but then he’d turn really fast so that I’d end up kissing his lips. I’d squeal and laugh in delight in the stupor of my buzzedness.

Finally, on the last time he did this, he made out with me. I was lost in the moment, feeling our wet tongues slide along each others, and the metal in our mouths clink together in this weird, fluid, sexy way.

I suddenly came to and realize how stupid what I just did was. I was sitting literally right across the table from my very angry, jealous friend.

Thank god, she somehow didn’t notice.

I separated myself from my friends when they got in a taxi, saying I’d just walk home. Jimy offered that I just sleep at his hotel across the street, so I did.

He fucked me and it was really incredible. He had a perfectly toned body, covered in tattoos, which had been until now completely covered by his nice clothes (he was wearing slacks, a collar shirt, and a nice vest). He seemed professional and put together upon first impression, but then had a hidden dangerous side. He was the first time I had anal sex, however, that wasn’t very good. He just stuck it in and THEN asked if I liked anal sex. I thought about it and said no. He washed his dick off and kept fucking my pussy.

Jimy left to go back to work (he was just visiting his hometown). While he was gone, his friend and I became close friends. One time, when he was walking home, he kissed me at my doorstep. I was surprised because I didn’t think he was attracted to me. He told me that wasn’t the case, he was just not supposed to/allowed to get with me, because I was “Jimy’s”. We were never physical again that year.

That was the only time I ever had sex that year in France. I actually totally blocked out that it even happened for a long time, because I knew how fucked up it was.

Anyway that’s not even the story…

THE STORY

Cut to Junior year in college (still with my boyfriend), I go back to visit my old town in France. It just so happened that Jimy decides to visit that town at the same time as I do. I honestly did not plan this, but when I find this out, I definitely make a point to see him. I didn’t plan to have sex with anyone in France, but I knew I was playing with fire.

I get to my little French town and meet my friends at our old bar. I am so fucking jet lagged. Jimy, Antoine, a French girl I didn’t know, and I are sitting in a booth at a bar. I can hardly follow the conversation (in French) because I am so fucking tired. I am sitting across from Jimy, and Antoine is sitting next to me.

Antoine starts touching me a bit under the table. At first it’s my hand and then it’s my leg. I am really confused. At this point I know that Jimy is very territorial. I know that Antoine is not allowed to anything with me, so touching me under the table right in front of him is really risky. We had only kissed once, just before I left to go back to school in the States, and after that there was no indication of him wanting me. It’s hard for me to completely ignore his soft touches. I can’t ask any questions so I just stay confused and try to stifle my naughty giggles and smiles. It was kind of scary and exciting to be doing this right under Jimy’s nose. I had all the responsibility of staying perfectly still so he wouldn’t get caught by his best friend.

After awhile, Jimy and his chick friend go outside for a smoke. Antoine pulls me into the bathroom. We get into the only stall and start to make out fervently. He unbuttons my pants, stick his hand down them, and starts to finger me as he’s kissing me.

He turns me around, presses me up against the wall, and pulls my jeans down to expose my ass. He fingers me and kisses me at the same time. He unbuttons his pants and puts his cock between my legs, putting pressure at the opening of my pussy.

I pretest that we can’t. I hadn’t expected it to get this far. I hadn’t decided if I was going to cheat on my boyfriend again. I felt guilty and disappointed in myself, but it was also such an incredibly sexy situation. I wanted to feel his cock fill me up. I had imagined him fucking me when I masturbated the last year when we were just friends. I loved that he wanted me, needed me, and was taking me like this. I mean holy fuck Antoine was so hot, my mind just was kind of catching up to what the fuck was happening.

As I told him we couldn’t, I said it in a weak, unsure voice. He could tell how much I really wanted it. We whispered softly, to each other, “yes we should”, “but we shouldn’t”. I thought about it and asked, “Do you have a condom?” He said he didn’t. He asked, “Did Jimy use a condom?” and I didn’t say anything, because no he didn’t. God damn it.

In those moments of silence after that question, Antoine slipped himself inside me.  I “ahhhhh”ed with immense pleasure. He grabbed my hips and pumped into me, deeply but slowly. At first, most of our concentration was on being quiet, him in his movements and me in my moans. He thrusted into me, picking up the pace now, the urge overwhelming him, while my face was pressed against the dirty bathroom wall. This had all happened so fast. I almost couldn’t believe that a few minutes ago I was sitting in the bar, not even drinking, hardly able to hold a conversation, and now, suddenly, my pussy is wet and his thick, rock hard cock is pushing deep inside of me.

Here are some photos and gifs of what it may have looked like.

I am quiet for my standards, but not quiet enough for a bathroom with one stall and two urinals. He tells me to be quieter. I try, but I honestly can’t help myself. It feels so fucking good with each thrust, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. He covers my mouth firmly with his hand to stifle my cries, so that my chin is tilted up, and I’m being manhandled a bit. It’s really sexy. I make little closed-mouth moans with each magnificent thrust

Suddenly a man comes into the bathroom to use the urinal. We stop in fear, but soon he starts to slowly pump into me again. I am scared that I’ll make a sound. I need him to stop completely if I am to be quiet. I resort to just focusing on my quivering breaths, which are still probably too loud. I can’t fucking help it if he’s going to fuck me slowly like that!!! Another man walks in and the two men say something to each other, and then we hear it…

JIMY IS THE FIRST GUY IN THE BATHROOM. He is currently in the same room as us!!!!!

We completely stop with looks of utter fear on our faces. Jimy leaves the bathroom. We finish fucking. I don’t remember where he came, but probably not inside me, especially because he knew Jimy would be inside me next.

He leaves the bathroom first, then later I also return to the table, and Jimy has no idea. Jimy might be a little dense it turns out… haha.

I later asked him how he knew I would fuck him. He said, he didn’t know, but he had an idea because I had kissed him before. He had been wanting to fuck me for a long time.

For the rest of the weekend, I was passed around between the two (unbeknownst to Jimy) and it was awesome. Both of them were so fucking hot, and they both wanted me. Oh my god, I was in heaven. That night, I went back to Jimy’s hotel room and we fucked. The next day Jimy and I went over to Antoine’s to hang out. Any time Jimy would leave the room, Antoine would be naughty to me. At one point, Jimy left to go pick up some alcohol at the store, and Antoine walked over to me where I was sitting on his bed, originally listening to him play “Hallelujah” on the guitar. He unzipped his pants and stuck his cock in my mouth. He held the back of my head as he pumped into me. He laid me back, unzipped my pants, and took them off. He got on top of me and fucked me hard and fast, to finish before Jimy came back.

When Jimy came back, he took my face in his hands and made out with me in the living room. He had a sweet, loving, intimate moment with me there, not caring that Antoine was there in the same room. It was really weird to me to be so intense with someone else in the room (who wasn’t involved/voyeuring or anything) so I couldn’t fall fully into the moment with him. I kind of laughed him off. Jimy was being so loving and caring with me, as if we were a loving couple, meanwhile the guy I just fucked is in the same room, obviously aware of us being so intimate, busying himself with something else. Since they’re French, showing serious PDA in front of others like this is totally normal, so I know it wasn’t uncomfortable for them. But what about what Antoine knows? Was he not disgusted that I was now kissing Jimy after he had just fucked me? Doesn’t he think it’s gross to fuck me after god knows what Jimy’s been doing to me? Isn’t it so fucked up to lovingly kiss this guy like nothing just happened? I couldn’t hide from my terribleness, Antoine knew everything, and he could watch me as I acted through it. I am a better actor when I think the audience is 100% in the dark about the truth.

It was an interesting experience to say the least. I definitely would like to have something like this happen again, but would prefer for both of the guys to know. My conscious gets in the way a little bit otherwise, and it’s just an unnecessary distraction. Anyone know where I can find two guys that don’t mind knowingly sharing me? Mmm like in the movie “Savages”. That’s the perfect situation right there!

Thanks for reading guys and gals. So much love to you!

Love, Autumn