The Pink Butterfly

The Pink Butterfly

We had lived in our new home for about 6 months. Our next door neighbors, Erika and “J” quickly became best friends, we seemed to do just about everything social with them.

Erika and her husband, “J,” are about our ages, mid to late 30-s, and were not only great looking as a couple, but intelligent, and just plain fun to be around.

But I digress; a little about me. My name is Lisa; I’m 34, 5’6” tall, about 110 pounds wet, with mid-back length, jet black hair and long bangs over my eyes. If I do say so myself, a great little bod that measures 36 25 37 finishes off the package.

My husband Al and I, are happily married. We work hard and enjoy our free time, especially if we are around friends.

Today, I was home alone, summer was in full swing. I had a bunch of boring tasks to do; shopping, and house chores. After a full morning of being a house mouse; I decided to get cleaned up, and go next door to see Erika, and ask her if she and “J” wanted to come over Saturday for a BBQ and to go swimming in our new pool.

I threw off my clothes and jumped into the shower to clean up. At this point, I should tell you that I had never been attracted to women before, but there was a certain air of self-confidant sexuality that Erika exuded, which made me feel both a bit uncomfortable and excited at the same time. More than once I have found myself in the shower, the hot water cascading over my body, with my eyes closed, legs apart and my fingers dug into my pussy, imagining her lying next to me, on my bed, caressing my naked body, as I slowly touch her every sensitive spot with tenderness and affection. Today was no different; I managed to orgasm quite nicely and squirted all over my legs as I came. I admonished myself afterwards and half-heartedly promised myself not to do it again.  

I managed to squeeze into my newest pair of super- skinny jeans, which are so low cut, that they even excite me! The zipper is hardly 3 inches long, and frankly, I think they are super hot.  I always buy them at least one size too small; just for looks. I topped the outfit off with a cut off, black tee shirt with “Princess” written across the front in sparkles and rhinestones. It’s sort of a favorite of mine; the bottom half of my tits are not exactly covered, especially after a razor blade seems to have, somehow, mysteriously sliced a few cuts in it.

Maybe I should have gotten a bigger size than a teenage, junior “5,” Oh well.

I made sure to do my hair really nicely, with my left eye completely covered with my bangs, and just enough makeup to look classy-trashy. I slipped into my fave pair of, too- high, pink ankle boots and I was off to see Erika.

I just love the sound of 5 1/2 inch stiletto heels, clip-clopping on the cement, as I try to walk without falling on my face.

With anticipation of I know not what, I managed to ring the bell and stepped back, making sure to smile when she came to the door. I had to ring twice, I was not sure she was home, as she didn’t answer quickly. Then, I heard the door knob turn. I got a big smile as the door opened. Erika stood there, in a satin dressing robe, with her beautiful, long, platinum blonde hair, done up club-style, like she was going dancing.

She invited me in, and we walked to the living room to sit down. I wanted to sit next to her and touch her, as my inner demon had just suggested, but I heeded my sensibilities and sat across from her. Erika sat down on her couch. As she sat with her legs crossed, her robe parted open. I became excited when I saw that she was wearing a black, satin and lace, half-bra with her nipples exposed, and a matching satin and lace garter belt with black stockings with black patent platform pumps with ankle straps. “Stripper heels”, they call them.

I was shocked, why would she be dressed like this in the afternoon? I also forgot to mention that she had no panties on; she was shaved and exposed to my view, and apparently not one bit shy about it. I looked at her face and did not see any hesitancy; she was completely fine with what she was doing. I did notice that on her neck she had a thin, pink, leather choker, with a pink, enameled butterfly pendant hanging from it. I had seen this kind of pendant a few times before, and had wondered why is was so popular in our area.

“Gee, Erika, I didn’t want to disturb you, but I wanted to ask if you and “J” would like to come over Saturday to go swimming and have a BBQ with Al and me.”

Erika smiled. “Of course we would, Lisa. It would be our pleasure; we really enjoy your company and nothing sounds better that a fun day in the pool. You didn’t disturb me; I was just getting ready to go out for the afternoon and was getting dressed when the door rang.”

“Wow, like that? You look so sexy . . .” I squeaked out.

“Yes, like this, Lisa. Can I confide in you?” Erika asked.

“Sure, I can keep a secret.”

“Good; I’m going out, to get my ass fucked off, by a couple of hot guys, at the Holiday Inn,” she stated in a matter- of- fact manner.

“WHAT?” I asked. “Are you kidding?”

“No,” she said pointing to her choker.”It’s the pink butterfly.”

“I don’t understand,” I replied.

“Oh, I thought that you had heard about it, it’s all the rage now,” Erika replied.

“NO, what do you mean?”

“Well, like you, I have been married about 10 years, I really love “J” and we have an amazing life together. However, I am a restless soul. I crave excitement, and some danger turns me on. I started by dressing slutty and going to the mall alone, to walk around, so everyone could see me. Every time I went, I made sure to wear more and more daring outfits. It really got my panties wet a few times.

Then, I started to do internet cyber- sex with guys; that was really fun too, but it lacked physicality. One night; when J was going to be out of town late for work, I managed to get my courage up. I got dressed up like a slut, went to the city, and sat down in a bar, which I had heard, was a real pick-up place for bored housewives. It sure was; I got hit on by about a dozen guys. It made me feel really slutty and hot.

I was so turned on; that I went into the ladies room to masturbate myself to climax, before I started back home. I happened to look down and saw a hole in the wall of my stall. I heard noises in the stall next to mine and then saw a cock jutting through the hole! I was shocked, but I was so damn hot that I grabbed it and started to jerk it off. I heard the guy moan and groan in ecstasy as I played with it. I guess I was making him happy.

Then, I kneeled down and placed the cock in my mouth; it was long, nice and thick too. I sucked on it like a lollipop, as I played with my clit all the time. I managed to get him really hot, about 5 minutes later he came like a race horse, filling my throat with his cum. Feeling his cum shoot into my throat drove me the best climax that I had ever experienced. I never felt more alive or sexual, than that very minute, that I proved myself to be a slut. I waited until I heard the guy leave; I didn’t want to see him, I was so embarrassed by my wantonness. I drove home, and later that night, I fucked “J” harder and longer than I had ever done before.”

“Amazing, is that what you are doing today?” I asked in shock.

“No, the ‘Pink Butterfly’ is something that Dee told me about. She and I met at the mall, one afternoon, when I was on my quest for excitement. I was wearing a pair of red latex, boy- shorts with my favorite dildo stuffed inside, and matching, red latex, halter top with thigh high, platform boots. She stopped me, and asked me to have lunch with her, which I did. We sat down at the food court; she complimented me on my daring outfit, pointing to the dildo, poking a bulge through the thin latex. I told her that I craved excitement, loved attention and being a “Bad Girl.”

Dee then began her story about the pink butterfly, which she was wearing around her neck.  She explained that it’s an app. for your ‘I phone.’ A few gals from around here though it up. You join the group, and anytime you want sex, you go online. They have a closed group, and you have to meet them in person first to be interviewed. They also interview prospective guys, catalog them, test them monthly and make them available anonymously to us gals for fun times.

Every guy is 25 or older; handsome, well built and quite capable of providing mind melting, sweaty, rough and tumble, bareback sex that will drive you to levels of bliss that you have only dreamed about. There is something amazing about getting fucked by a stranger, and no even knowing his real name. The best part is that I can select what I want, be it anal, oral, vaginal, or BDSM. I just post it and it happens.”

“You are kidding me, right?” I asked. “Isn’t Dee the gal I met, that lives on the other side of the block, a few houses down, who always wears those tiny daisy dukes and cut-off tops and has that 17 year old jail-bait daughter that drives the guys on the block crazy? Every time Al sees her in one of her sexy outfits he gets a raging hard-on.”

“Yes, that’s her. She is one of the originators of the ‘Pink Butterfly’.”

“Wow, you never know who you are living with, do you,” I replied.

“Here, Lisa, take a look at this,” Erika said as she put her phone in my lap.

“See? This is what I posted. I asked for 2 guys for anal and vaginal, and one for oral.”

She was right, I saw her phone. It did say,

“Bad girl 53; Needs 2 for hardcore Anal, Vaginal pounding.  1 hung stud for oral. This afternoon, 2 PM.”

“The guys call the number, I talk to them or text them, tell them where to meet me if I want to use them, and it’s done.” Erika said.

“And you do it bareback, no rubber?” I asked.

“Yes, that is one rule of the group; bareback only, way more fun that way, and a lot sluttier feeling for sure. Plus the guys are STD tested every 2 weeks to be sure.”

“What about “J”, does he know?”

“No, I didn’t tell him, it’s my secret, that way I get the full fun out of it. Cheating is so much more fun if you really cheat, besides, this evening he will get fucked by me so hard his head will spin off. This whole scenario makes me so crazy, sexually, for him that I almost explode. Just think how you would feel, after being cummed in and on for hours, then coming home to fuck your hubby, still wet and sticky, dripping strangers cum from every hole. What a rush.”

Her phone went off again.

“Oh, it’s Leon, he is great, let me answer him back. You’ll like him a lot.”

“Whoa! Me? I am not part of this,” I said.

I have to admit that I was getting a bit wet in the panties right about then.

“Oh nonsense, just come with me, you can sit in the room and talk to the guys while I am busy getting fucked, it will be fun, and you don’t have to do anything but keep me company.”

Then Erika really got to me, “When was the last time you had mind melting sex that left you so weak, you almost fainted, after you finished screaming at the top of your lungs after you came?”

“Years…,” I replied sheepishly.

I looked at her silently, for what seemed an eternity. I took a deep breath and felt my libido skyrocket as I said,

“Okay, you convinced me. I’ll come with you, but just to watch. Agreed?”

“Great, I have to go finish dressing, how about 15 minutes and we’ll go?” she said.

I agreed and left to go home to get ready. I wanted to wear something a bit sexier than jeans, even if it was just to sit and talk. I rummaged through my drawers and found a very short, pleated, black, vinyl skirt that I had bought to entice Al with last summer. But it never saw action; he just said it was too short for me to wear out in public. Honestly, it really was, it hardly covered anything. It really bothered me that he wouldn’t let me wear it, but I guess I got over it. I left my kinky boots and ‘Princess’ top on, added some rouge, hot pink lipstick and off I went to meet Erika again.

She was standing in her driveway when I got to her house. She was wearing her red, leather micro- skirt, that looked more like a bandage, it was so tiny. She obviously had no panties on, as her triangle was showing. Her top was a see- through, white, tied- top that left nothing to the imagination. Erika is a shoe fetishist I guess; she has more boots and shoes than I have ever seen a gal own. Today; she had a pair of the tallest, black, platform pumps with locking ankle straps, complete with tiny gold locks, and what had to be 6 or 7 inch heels.

“Ready?” she asked.

“I think this is crazy, but what the fuck, yes. Why not?” I replied.

“That’s the spirit, let’s go, we don’t want to keep those hot cocks waiting,” she chuckled.

I got into her car and off we sped to the local Holiday Inn. I wanted so much to say, “Stop”, and go back home. But I sat there, shaking in expectation of the unknown, waiting for the motel to come in to view.

It did, and too soon for me. I was hoping that we would not be able to find a parking spot, but Erika did, and without trouble. I think that she deliberately found the spot the furthest distance from the room on purpose. I would have to make the walk of shame, pussy exposed and all. Erika looked over at me as she turned the car off and said,

”Ready? It’s fun time. You may want to lose your panties first . . .”

Without thinking, I reached down and pulled my “G” string off and dropped it on the floor of the car.

“Did I just do that?” I thought to myself.

We got out and walked to the room. I tried to hurry her up, but she held on to my hand like a little child and walked ever so slowly. I was freaking out! As we approached room #34, the door was open, the guys were there already. We walked in, and were warmly greeted. Erika knew them all by first name. I guess she was a regular player with them. They hugged and kissed her, and then she introduced me to them as her, “Guest and first-time observer.”  I got the same treatment, lots of hugs and a few kisses. I even got felt up by one guy as he hugged me. I sort of liked it, his hands brushed over my tits lovingly and then a slight squeeze of my nipples. He was the first man to sensually touch me in over 10 years, since I got married. I did not resist his touch, but I felt that I should have, I don’t know why I allowed it to happen.

Without fanfare, the 3 guys undressed and started to touch, fondle, and play with Erika. She was an old hand at this, and she immediately got into the swing of it, touching, stroking their cocks and licking them. Erika mounted the bed and got on her knees doggy style, straddling a young guy who was lying on his back, with his cock fully erect. Erika kneeled over him and lowered her head to his cock; she opened her mouth wide, and took the full length into her wet lips.  The second of the young men got on the bed behind her. He jammed his ample cock into her ass, and began to fuck her like a stallion, with Erika not missing a beat, as she sucked the first guy to his absolute satisfaction.

I stood there in awe and shock. I was watching my friend and neighbor, being used as a sex toy, right in front of my eyes. I was getting very turned on myself, as I admonished my inner self for the naughty thoughts that were circulating in my mind. I secretly wanted to be right there, getting my pussy slammed so hard by some, hung, hard, young stud, that I would not be able to sit for a week.

“Bad girl, naughty thoughts,” I said to myself.

Then, the door opened again, in walked a very tall, handsome, black man. He looked like he was a pro- sports guy or something. He introduced himself as Leon, and said he was sorry he was late. He took his clothes off without fanfare, and stood next to me. I told him that I was Erika’s friend and an observer, not a player. He said that was fine, and stood closer to me as we started to chat. I found out he was an accountant, and that he and Erika were friends for almost a year, and that they had played several times. I inched closer to him, sneaking a glance or two of his very ample, erect, and very thick cock. I only imagined what it would feel like deep inside of me. We talked and talked about nothing, but with definite sexual overtones. I moved even closer to him, and brushed against his side, smiling as I touched him. Leon looked down at me and put his hand under my chin, pulling my face close to his. I closed my eyes as he kissed me with both tenderness and the ferocity of a starving wolf. I melted.

I kissed him back.

His hand found its way to my rear; he pulled me close to him. I felt his wet cock pressed against my tummy.

We kissed again. His hand, which had been under my chin, was now wrapped around my throat, tightening ever so slowly. The compression of my neck and the gradual lessening of my ability to breathe freely, as he continued to kiss me, both frightened and excited me. I was not sure how far he would go, and that made me feel so damn submissive and vulnerable that I almost came right then. I felt like I was only seconds away from passing out, when he relaxed his grip. This was all so new to me, and I loved it. I realized for the first time in my life, that I was truly turned on; I needed to be treated this way to be complete.

The fingers of his other hand found my pussy; my clit was ready for his touch. I was soaking wet.

I dropped my hand and found his cock. I slowly stroked it against my tummy.

He pulled me even closer to him. His pre-cum was oozing out as fast as it possibly could, he was as hot as I was.

My knees were weak, I was panting like a dog in heat.

I slowly slipped down to my knees, and took his cock into my mouth. I made sure that I took the full 8 inches into my throat. I wanted no more than to be able to please him.

I closed my lips around his beautiful cock and began to suck him off.

He grabbed my head, in his hands, and pulled me deeper onto his cock.

I sucked and sucked on him; I savored his pre-cum, and was ready for him to give me his baby seed. Seconds later, he shot his cum deep in to my throat, I made sure not to spill a drop. I took it all and wanted more.

“Fuck me.” I begged. “Fuck me like the slut that I am,”

Leon pointed to the work- area counter. I was guided to it by his strong hand pushing my shoulders forward. He bent me over it with a push of his very strong hand, he told me to grab onto the far edge. He spread my legs with a push of his feet, and then pressed his still rock- hard cock against my pussy lips.

“You want big, hard, black meat in your virgin, white hole, don’t you bitch,” he whispered in my ear.

“YES,” I gasped.

“Then I am going to make you my fuck hole; and my white bitch, you’ll beg for my big, black cock, every day,” he sternly told me.

“Yes, please make me your bitch. I need your cock in me, fuck me please,” I cried out.

He did, oh boy, did he ever! He fucked me for almost 45 minutes, thrusting harder and harder. I came at least twice and begged for more. I got it; he came inside of me; bareback, filling me with his hot cum. I was now a cheating whore of a wife, but it didn’t matter to me, I wanted more.  My pussy was sore; I was gushing his cum like a faucet, but I wanted his cock to remain deeply planted in me more than anything ever before. We finally had to stop; my pussy was on fire, and Leon was finally satisfied and going soft, thankfully!  I looked over at Erika, who was sitting on the bed, softly necking with her 3 lovers, who were also done in.

The guys were getting dressed and the session was finished. Leon, being a real gentleman, apologized for calling me a bitch,

“It’s all part of role play, you understand Lisa, I certainly don’t mean to call you a bitch or anything derogatory. You are a beautiful, classy lady and I truly thank you for a wonderful afternoon.”

I told him that, “Fuck Hole” and “Bitch” were the sexiest names that anyone ever called me, and that I would really like to be his bitch, for real. I think I shocked him.

I told him that I would be his sex toy any time he wanted me, day or night. He asked if I was married, and I said, “Yes.”

He just shook his head affirmatively and I gave him my cell phone number. He gave me his.

“I really mean it, call me anytime, I’m yours for whatever you so desire,” I implored.

“Are you sure? I can be very demanding, and I expect a lot from my girl. I expect her to be my Princess, my slave, my bitch, and my obedient lover. You might find yourself blindfolded and tied to a bed in some strange place, being used over and over to satisfy my needs, or tied to a pole, being flogged to orgasm. When we are together in public, I will expect you to be dressed as a high class whore, in revealing and sexy fetish attire and fetish shoes and boots that I approve of.”

“When do we start?” I asked.

“We already did, Erika said that you would be exactly what I was seeking, she was right!”

I was set up by my friend and neighbor!

The guys all left the room and Erika and I were alone again.

“Have fun?” she smiled.

“You set me up!” I said.

“Yup, you’re right. I knew that you were ripe for the picking. You aren’t upset with me, are you, lover?” Erika asked.

“Upset? How could I be, I just had my brains fucked out of my head, I deep throated his cock, I came at least 3 times, and I’m gushing cum like a I sprung a leak. I not only willingly cheated on my husband, but I also agreed to be Leon’s whore-slave bitch, and I begged him to allow me to be!” I spurted out.

“Anything else?” she chuckled.

“Yes, one very important thing that I have just realized, I think I am in love with you, Erika. I have never been with another girl before, but you make me feel so crazy inside. I stand in my shower almost every day dreaming about you as I masturbate myself to climax.”

“It took you 6 months to figure that out, huh. I knew it the first time we met, the day you moved in and I came over with coffee and bagels. Like you, I guess I’m a girl-virgin, but that is something we can both correct in just a few minutes.”

I jumped on the bed, spread her legs apart and buried my face in her cum soaked pussy, where I spent the next hour licking and sucking her to climax after climax as I cleaned the cum out of her pussy with my tongue. When she was fully satisfied, we stopped and lay next to each other, slowly caressing each other’s bodies.

“So, when do I get to meet Dee and get my butterfly? I’m so ready…” I asked.

Erika reached into her purse and took a small jewelers box out and handed it to me.

I looked at it and opened it. Inside was a pink choker and butterfly, just like hers.

“You were already approved, today was just a test, you earned your wings, girlfriend. I have to admit that I may have left a few facts out. I asked Dee about you a while ago, she had seen you on the block and talked to you. She knew that you were ripe for the picking, so she gave me permission to get you going. It was just coincidence that you came over today as I was getting ready to go out, otherwise I would have tried something else to get you interested.”

“I don’t know what to say, thanks, I guess…So what is my name?”

“How about being, ‘Bad Girl 51?” Erika asked.

“Has a nice ring to it,” I chuckled.

Erika asked for my phone, she turned it on and downloaded the app for me, I was all set.

“Now, don’t clean up. We will go back home, Al should be there waiting for you, grab him, and fuck his brains out, with Leon’s cum dripping down your legs and all,” Erika ordered.

“Yeah, right, and then I can go see the divorce lawyer after he beats the fuck out of me,” I said.

“Not exactly, I may have left out that he already knows and approves of your infidelity. Al gave his permission to my husband for you to join, after they had a long talk about sex, love and us,” Erika answered.

“You see, this is not really cheating, only in the literal sense of the word. It’s fully consensual; it’s called ‘Hotwifing.’ The guy pretends not to know that you are out fucking around, he is waiting home for you, to ravish you and make love to you like never before. Trust me, it really puts excitement and sexual tension back in the marriage,” Erika finished.

“How about you and I, was that also prearranged?” I asked.

“No way, Lisa. That was, and is, very much for real. I truly desire and love you too. That can’t be faked,” Erika smiled at me.

“I feel the same way, Erika. One more thing, when we get back to your house, I would really love for your husband to fuck me, while you watch and take photos that you can post online. I want to be publically exposed as a slut. Then, I’ll go home to Al. Do you mind? I so want Al to find my pussy gushing cum down my legs.”

“Deal.”

The story is only beginning.