Me, My Wife, and My Friend - 21

My sense of responsibility reminded me to call Pat. She asked me if it had been good. Cleverly I said I'd missed her a lot, that I wished she'd been there with me, but that yes it had been good, and I was getting ready to head home. Then Fabi asked to talk to her. I handed over the phone and in the middle of the conversation Fabi came out with:

>>"So, girl, Julio and Beto got along really well today."

Pat said something and Fabi answered:

>>"I'll leave it for Julio to tell you, but I loved seeing the two of them, and I think you'll like it too," and right after that she handed me the phone and went to cuddle up with Beto.

Pat asked me what had happened, and I was embarrassed to talk because Beto was right there beside me. I answered trying to play it down:

-"Ahh, Fabi took my hand and put it on Beto's dick, then he did the same thing. That was it."

--"Seriously? Wow, babe, with me you never agreed to it, did you? Next time I'm going to want it too."

-"Okay, we'll see about that," I said, cutting the subject off.

--"But did you have fun, babe?"

-"Yeah, it was good," and before she could ask me to come home, I said: "I'm leaving now, okay?"

--"Okay, gorgeous. When you get home call me to say you got back safe."

Clever -- that way she guaranteed I'd leave quickly. I said goodbye to the two of them and came home reliving that experience in my head. I liked Beto's attitude of sharing his girlfriend with me too, because sometimes it seemed like he was the only one benefiting from the male side of the threesome. Then I thought about that physical contact with Beto. I had that natural machismo, the man-doesn't-touch-a-man thing, but Fabi encouraged me and Beto had no prejudice at all and seemed to like it, so my resistance was broken -- and when I took hold of it I didn't feel disgust or repulsion. I felt a bit of what Pat feels when she holds it. That didn't make me gay, it just made me less resistant to contact with Beto.

I got home, called Pat, and we arranged for her to come to my place on Friday. My parents wouldn't be traveling that weekend. But whereas a few weeks earlier I'd have felt relieved, since that would limit the level of Beto and Pat's games, this time I didn't like it, because that session at Fabi's place had reignited my fantasy of seeing Pat having sex with Beto again, and of taking part in that little party for three.

On Thursday I ran into Beto in the complex and we went to a quiet area and started talking:

-"Beto, thanks for the invitation. Wednesday night was really good."

>"No problem, Julio. It was really good. Fabi loved it too."

We talked about some small stuff, and I wanted to get into the subject of the two of us having touched each other, but I didn't know how to start, until I said:

-"About that thing that happened between us, man, it's kind of strange..."

He could see I was awkward about it.

>"Ahh, man, it's part of the game. We do it to satisfy their fantasy."

-"Right, but I wanted to ask you one more thing."

>"Go ahead."

-"Man, you take everything in stride, and I was nervous when Fabi put my hand there on you" (I didn't want to say "on your dick"), "so I wanted to know if you felt anything at the time."

He made a thoughtful face, and said:

>"I thought you wouldn't go for it, but when Fabi made you run your hand slowly, I did like it. But I also enjoyed seeing you loosening up for her fantasy."

-"And when you took hold of me, did you feel anything?"

>"I already figured she'd ask me to do the same as you, so you wouldn't be left uneasy. In the moment it was a bit strange because I'd never done it, but I wasn't nervous. She asked and I did it for the game."

-"The worst part is that Pat is already jealous and said she'll want it too. This fantasy of theirs is something else."

>"Come on. Relax, go and do what she wants, and don't worry about me. Whatever we do dies there. Do you trust me?"

-"Yes, but I'd rather you weren't up for it, then they'd have nothing to complain about."

>"I wouldn't be up for it with anyone but you, but Pat is my friend, Fabi is my girlfriend and you're more than a brother to me. We're not going to ruin their fantasy, okay?"

-"Yeah, and I'm going to end up being the square one if I don't do the same," I said in a disappointed tone.

>"Julio, has there ever been a time we had sex together where you had fun with no worries at all?"

I thought about it and answered, laughing but frustrated:

-"I have fun, of course, but there's always some little thing I'm thinking about..."

>"Exactly, man, you're always analyzing and calculating things. Stop calculating and say screw it to those worries, because you don't have to reach any conclusion, we're there just to have fun."

I looked at him in agreement, and he added:

>"Let's do this: worrying is forbidden, okay?"

-"Okay, buddy, I'll try."

>"Is Pat coming over this weekend?"

-"Yes, I arranged to pick her up tomorrow, but my parents aren't traveling."

>"Ahh, okay, and Fabi will be on shift. If anything, call me and we'll go out to eat something, I miss her."

-"Great, I'll call you," and we said goodbye.

He was already hoping to have Pat again, especially since he wouldn't see Fabi that weekend. One side of me was jealous of that heat between them, and the other side liked it and wanted another threesome. It bothered me that he'd admitted he liked it when I took hold of his dick. I'd have preferred him to say he felt nothing.

On Friday I went to Pat's place to pick her up. I spent a little while talking with her parents, and Pat's look already told me how much she was in the mood for filth. On the way home she was on fire, desperate for it. When we got home she did the polite thing with my parents, watched TV with them, chatted, but her face when she looked at me left no doubt that she was up for trouble that day. I was enjoying it, because I was dying to have her again.

As soon as my parents went to bed we wasted no time and went to my room. We didn't even talk, just took off our clothes and had sex. She came fast the first time and the second, that's how worked up she was. Only after the second did she start to open up:

--"Babe, I miss giving it up to both of you."

-"Yeah, you dirty little thing, you want to try Beto's dick again?"

--"I want to suck it, babe, will you let me?"

-"I will, gorgeous. I'll call him to play with us, okay?"

--"Okay, babe, now I'm close to coming. Fuck me faster and come with me..."

I sped up and we came together, and stayed joined, kissing and talking. Then we went to clean up and get some water, and on the way back she got into the subject of my session with Beto and Fabi on Wednesday:

--"Babe, how was it at Fabi's place?"

-"Well, Beto invited me at football on Tuesday, because you were on your period. I thought that was decent of him. And what happened there was the same as what we did here last time."

--"But didn't you feel anything different, with me not being there?"

-"Pat, I wished you'd been there. I don't feel like doing anything different without you along, and besides, I like seeing you having fun too."

--"Mmm, babe, that's great to hear, because I want to have fun with the two of you again."

-"Beto said Fabi is on shift this weekend, and he invited us out to eat something tomorrow."

--"You know what he wants to eat, don't you?"

-"You dirty girl, and you'd really like to be his little meal."

--"Only if you let me, babe," and she pulled me in for a kiss, and changed to another subject: "And what did you feel when you took hold of his dick?"

-"I don't know, Fabi pulled my hand over and I was too awkward to pull away."

--"Ahh, babe, tell me... did you like it?"

-"I was nervous, Pat, I'd never done that. You two have the craziest fantasies."

--"Where did you touch? Did you feel how thick it is?"

-"Damn, Pat, what a provocation," I said mildly and added: "Fabi made me run my hand over all of it."

--"Ahh, how hot, babe, I want that too, okay?"

-"Look, I actually talked to him about this yesterday. My hope was that he'd shut these games down too, but it seems like he enjoys it."

--"Then make the most of it, babe. Did you like it when he took hold of your dick?" she said, massaging my dick.

-"It's strange, isn't it? But I liked it because it put us on equal terms."

--"And him, do you think he liked it?"

-"He said it was just for the game. You can check that with him later."

--"Beto likes everything, and I want to have sex with the two of you like that, without these silly machismo barriers, okay?"

-"Okay, we'll see in the moment."

And we kissed and went to sleep. I put my extra mattress on the floor and Pat slept in the bed, as always.

On Saturday I woke up to the noise of my parents going through the living room and the kitchen, and then I heard the front door opening and closing. They'd probably gone to the market (to buy fruit and vegetables). I took advantage of their absence to have a morning session with Pat. I climbed onto the bed and went under the duvet. She was in just a cotton nightie, no panties, the way she liked to sleep.

As I ran my hand over her legs, looking at that delicious ass arched up, she started waking up and turned onto her back, showing the top of her pussy, and smiled at me. We kissed and my dick was already at half-mast. I said good morning and we kissed, and I moved down to her tits, and then to her slit. We fell into a 69 and pretty soon I was already fucking her, calling her "little slut," "dirty girl," "bitch," while she said "fuck me, gorgeous," "stud," and so on.

She straddled me to ride, and fucked slowly, dragging her pussy back and forth, until I gave her ass a slap, and she looked at me, worried about the noise of the slap, so I said:

-"My parents went out. We're alone."

She broke into a smile and widened her movement, banging her pussy against my pubic bone with every thrust, making noise and moaning with pleasure, until she got tired and got off me, going on all fours at the edge of the bed. I stood off the bed and fucked her, giving her ass a few slaps, admiring that great body she has, and then she asked:

--"Babe, are you going to let Beto fuck my ass?"

-"You little slut, do I have to let him?"

--"You do, gorgeous, look at my little ass -- do you think that big cock of his would fit?"

-"He's going to wreck that little asshole, you whore."

--"Say you want to see his dick going into my ass, gorgeous."

-"I want to see your face when he fucks that tight ass, you bitch."

That talk got us both even more worked up, and then she lay back into missionary. I pulled off the nightie and got on top of her and fucked her, kissing my girl, calling her gorgeous, until she said she was going to come. Soon she was writhing, coming, and asked me to come too. I'd have taken longer for her to come again, but with that request I sped up and came on her stomach and her tits.

We went to the bathroom to shower and came back to the kitchen for coffee and a biscuit. I put on shorts and boxers, and she put on the same nightie and some panties. Then she said to me:

--"Babe, how about we call Beto over?"

-"Now? And what if my parents get back?"

--"It won't be a problem. Remember that Saturday when he woke me up in your bed? (story 23)"

-"Yes, what about it?"

--"I'd like to do it again. I'll go to the bedroom and pretend I'm asleep and you call him and find a way for him to come and wake me up."

-"Pat, you're being way too filthy. You just had sex with me and you already want more."

--"I'm not even thinking about having sex with him, babe. You're the one giving me ideas. I just wanted to repeat that game."

-"All that risk just for him to wake you up, and then leave? He'll complain if I call him over for that."

She looked at me with a disappointed little face. She definitely wished we'd been alone that weekend so she could get up to plenty. But she didn't give up:

--"True, babe, but what if we stayed in your room just for a little bit?"

Just a little bit would be doable. I glanced at the corner of the service area and the market trolley wasn't there, so they really had gone to the market and would take at least another 40 minutes to get back.

-"Pat, we don't even know if Beto is home. But if I call him and he comes, it's just a little bit, right? You know the risk we're taking."

--"I know, babe, it's just a little game, I like winding him up."

She likes winding him up and I loved seeing Beto drooling over her. Ever since our black-and-white days he'd sometimes discreetly look at her ass, and I'd notice, and feel proud of having that much-desired ass for myself. And two weeks ago, when he lifted her duvet, leaving that round ass on display, I felt jealous but also very turned on. Now I'd just come, so I was less enthusiastic, but I was enjoying the possibility of repeating the experience. At the same time, I didn't want it to take long, so I wouldn't have to manage a problem when my parents got back.

-"Okay then, I'll call him."

--"Okay, if he says he's coming I'll go to the bedroom."

The intercom was in the kitchen, so I called his place from there. Pat sat in the chair, stroking me. His mother answered and I asked to speak to him. Then he came on. Pat could hear because the intercom voice is loud.

-"Hey Beto, are you free?"

>"I am. I'm going to the supermarket later, but I'm free."

-"Come down then, maybe we'll go together afterward."

>"Great then. I'm coming down."

My heart jumped and raced. You know that thing you want to happen, but you've got butterflies from being afraid it will? It was more or less that. I hung up the intercom and looked at Pat; I didn't even need to say anything. She got up from the chair and said:

--"I'll go to the bedroom, okay, babe?" and she started walking.

When she was a couple of yards from me, she pulled the nightie up and off, leaving herself in just panties. She looked back and asked:

--"Is it better with panties or without?"

My heart raced. Look what I was handing Beto on a silver platter. I don't even remember if I answered anything. All I know is that I felt that chill that runs down your stomach and reaches your dick when you get suddenly turned on. I felt that sensation of no going back -- once again she'd be given over to my friend and there was nothing more I could do, and deep down, despite the jealousy, the lust and the desire to see what would happen spoke louder.

When I got to the living room, I looked at the bedroom door, which was half open, about four inches. I stood there waiting for Beto.

He arrived, knocked on the door, I answered and we went to the living room. After that initial exchange -- "all good?", "all good!", "have a seat" -- I started the conversation with a bit of theater:

-"Man, I've got nothing to do, so I called you."

>"No problem, I wasn't doing anything either."

I think Beto noticed the silence in the apartment and asked:

>"Are your parents here?"

-"No. They went to the market. I'm waiting for them to come back with the bread."

>"And Pat? Is she still asleep?"

-"She's in the bedroom. I think so."

>"Can I go and see?" he said with a filthy look, already lifting himself off the couch.

I didn't even need to set up any theater. He was already all worked up himself. I got up off the couch too, saying:

-"Go ahead. She'll be glad to see you."

After the sentence came out I thought about what I was saying. I was jealous but I kept encouraging the debauchery. It's that story of the little angel and the little devil on your shoulders telling you what to do, and in these cases involving Beto and Pat, the little devil invariably won.

He went and I followed, but I was more interested in watching the two of them, so I wanted to find a position where I could see what was happening in there without them seeing me. Besides, staying outside the bedroom meant I could listen out for sounds from the corridor and the elevator. I didn't want us to reach the point of having to hide Beto in my room. If it were up to me, their game would be a quick make-out to avoid unnecessary risks.

When he got to the bedroom, I was behind him and I opened the door wide. She was on her stomach, face turned toward the wall, pretending to be asleep. He looked at me, as if asking permission to go in, and I gave him a wink of consent. At first he hesitated. He didn't know what to do. He stood beside the bed with his back to me. Pat had taken my mattress off the floor. All of a sudden he ran his hand over her back and her ass over the duvet. She kept "sleeping." Finally he took the edge of the duvet and started lifting it, uncovering the corner of the bed, and slowly revealing the side of Pat's body. I was curious to know whether she had her panties on or not, and I saw the dirty girl had taken them off. I'm sure his dick went hard right then, without even seeing her whole ass.

Then he lowered his body, almost kneeling on the floor, left the duvet covering only half of her body and ran his hand over her back and her ass, down to her legs, and back up -- and at that the duvet fell away completely, revealing Pat naked. He gave special attention to that arched ass, feeling the softness of her skin. Then Pat started making the movements of someone about to wake up, and I positioned myself in the corridor, dead still, so she wouldn't see me when she turned, and I'd see only from her tits down. All of a sudden my girlfriend makes the little noises of someone stretching who hasn't even opened her eyes yet, and then said:

--"Beto!!!" and I saw her pulling the duvet up to cover herself, as if she were embarrassed, and she asked: "Where's Julio?"