Me, My Wife, and My Friend - 22

>"He's in the living room. He told me to come and wake you up."

--"Wow, Beto, I'm naked. You were really helping yourself, weren't you?" From her voice I could tell she was stretching and laughing.

>"When I pulled the duvet back a little I saw you were naked, and then I couldn't resist."

--"And Julio knows I'm naked. You two are filthy."

Ahh, the little devil. Now she'd flipped the story around and turned herself into the victim...

>"You get more beautiful every day."

Then I saw him kneeling and moving forward and the two of them kissed. Her covered by the duvet and him in shorts and a shirt. But it didn't take long before I saw the duvet being pushed aside again, and since she'd turned toward him, her tits were on display for his delight, and he must have given them a good massage while he kissed her. When the kiss ended, Pat called me in her sweet voice, louder. I took a few very light steps back, toward my parents' room, and she called again, so I answered "yeah," and walked to the bedroom and went in. She was already covered by the duvet again, but he had one hand under it, probably on her stomach, feeling the underside of her tits, while she stroked his face. I smiled at her. Beto thought it was a good-morning smile, but it was about her plan, which had worked so far, and I went to kiss her and said:

-"Good morning, my love."

--"Good morning, gorgeous," she said to me, laughing.

-"Did you like the surprise?"

--"I loved it, babe, but Beto is way too forward. He was helping himself while I was asleep," she said with a coy face.

-"And by the looks of it he's still helping himself, isn't he?" I said, pointing with my eyes at his hand under the duvet.

Beto just kept the smile on his face, and Pat said:

--"He's filthy, and you like it, so there you go."

She summed the situation up well -- for her it was the perfect combination: a friend she was hot for and a boyfriend who likes watching the two of them go at it. So I answered:

-"And you're not enjoying it at all, are you, you dirty little thing."

At that Pat was running her hand over his body and took hold of his dick, which was already hard in his shorts, and said:

--"Babe, how can I not like it? Look at this."

And she pulled Beto to sit on the bed, and lifted her body, letting the duvet fall so it covered only from the waist down. Then she ran her hand over his dick through the shorts, showing the bulge, and put her hand inside the shorts and took hold of his rock-hard dick. Beto apologized:

>"Sorry, buddy, but Pat is irresistible."

And he ran his hand over her tits, then turned his face down to kiss her again, while she massaged his dick inside his shorts. I was enjoying watching the two of them play, but I wanted her to remember we couldn't take long, so I said:

-"Remember my parents could get back any minute."

Then Pat said to him:

--"Beto, if Julio's parents get here we'll have to hide you under the bed."

Beto laughed at Pat's plan, but he showed responsibility, and said:

>"Julio, I don't want to cause you trouble. Maybe I'll come back another time..."

I really liked that Beto put his concern for me above the free pleasure Pat was offering, and that gave me the confidence to let the two of them be more at ease, so I said:

-"No, it's fine, Beto. I think we've got about 10 minutes." There -- I'd set a time limit.

--"Then come on, babe, let's play a little."

I thought, "Ahh, you remembered I exist, did you, you dirty girl?" But I answered something else:

-"You can stay with Beto a bit while I keep an eye on the parking entrance."

From my apartment's balcony and from my parents' room you could see the cars coming through the complex gate, and my parents always drive to the market. But actually I wasn't going to watch anything. What I wanted was to leave the two of them alone so I could watch from near the bedroom door without them seeing me.

--"Okay, babe. Beto, take off those shorts."

He took off the shorts and was down to boxer briefs, and suddenly remembered he'd left his flip-flops in the living room. He got up to get them and his dick was tenting the boxer briefs, pitching a tent like a circus marquee. When I looked at Pat she had a smile on her face and called me over for a kiss. I crouched in the same position Beto had been in and we had a lovely kiss. At the end, I said to her:

-"Behave, okay," and she answered:

--"Don't worry, gorgeous."

When Beto came back I stood up and said:

-"I'm going to the balcony."

I left the bedroom and went to the balcony for a bit. I felt that adrenaline of imagining what the two of them were doing, and I let the adrenaline run a little. I asked myself, without being able to find a clear answer, how I could enjoy imagining or watching Pat in Beto's hands -- but the truth is I did enjoy it, so I went stealthily near the bedroom door to see what the two of them were doing.

Pat was on top of Beto, who had already taken off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxers, with his dick coming out of the leg opening. His dick dragged against her stomach, and the two of them were kissing. I stayed hidden there watching them go at it, running their hands over each other and kissing, until Pat sat kneeling on Beto's legs, with her pussy against his balls while his dick pointed up. I moved my body back a bit so she wouldn't see me, and could only see the movement of her leg, which was turned back, showing she was rubbing her pussy against his dick. Then she got off him and went to pull his boxers down, to leave him naked. If she turned toward the door she'd see me, and if I moved back abruptly I might make noise and she'd notice the spying, so I pretended I was just walking down the corridor and stopped in front of the door while she was taking Beto's boxers off. The two of them looked at me, smiling, and she called me over. I went to her and we kissed again, while I held her tits, and I said:

-"I'm going to lock the front door."

I made up that excuse to justify my wandering down the corridor, but when my parents come back from the market or the supermarket, they come in through the kitchen door, and the market trolley makes noise -- that would give me a bit more time to act before my parents came into the house.

I left the bedroom, went to the living room and didn't even lock the door so my parents wouldn't notice anything different, and came back near the bedroom door, but on the other side this time. Beto was still lying down and saw me. I smiled at him and stayed still at an angle where Pat couldn't see me. I noticed she was on all fours over his legs sucking his dick. I think he understood I didn't want to be seen by Pat, and he didn't let her notice I was there. I thought to myself: he's already fucked Pat on the couch, in my parents' bed, and now she's sucking him in my bed. I was getting used to it, and it didn't bother me. It was just something I thought at the time.

Beto watched her sucking, called her gorgeous, and looked at me with a pleasured face. I moved closer to the edge of the door to see the scene better, but in that position I noticed my shadow on the floor gave away my presence, and maybe she'd noticed. To keep her from realizing I was spying, I took a step and stood naturally in the bedroom doorway, and she stopped sucking Beto and invited me:

--"Come here, babe."

I went over, smiling. Beto stretched out his fist and we bumped knuckles, and with my other hand I stroked her hair, as she looked up at me smiling from all fours over his legs. Then she lifted her body and hugged me for a kiss, mouth wet from cock. That had become normal. I kissed her fine and she said, for Beto to hear:

--"I want to wake up like this more often."

I smiled and called her a dirty girl. My dick was hard too. I brought it out of my shorts and gave it to her, and she didn't need asking twice and bent down to suck. Meanwhile Beto lay there just enjoying the scene. But my obsession in that moment was watching the two of them go at it, so after a minute of sucking I put my dick away in my shorts and called her gorgeous, and told her to pay attention to our friend.

She made an unsatisfied little face because I'd put my dick away, but it was for show. Pretty quickly she had Beto's dick again and gave it another suck. I thought to myself: "does she notice the difference in thickness when she stops sucking one and goes to suck the other?" I said I was going back to the balcony, and went back to my spot in the corridor, where neither of them could see me, and watched. Beto pulled her into a 69, and since she turned her body around, my spying position, which had been good, became bad again, so I went back to the doorway watching the two of them going down on each other. I didn't want to be the killjoy, but I was already worrying about my parents possibly arriving, so I said:

-"Pat, my parents are going to get back soon..."

--"Ahh, babe, it feels so good," she said while feeling Beto's tongue and fingers on her pussy.

>"You're right, Julio. We'll play more another time," and he stopped licking Pat, staying where he was, only stroking her ass.

--"Babe, can I make Beto come?" she asked and didn't even wait for my answer, and asked him: "Do you want that, Beto?"

He looked at me and asked:

>"That okay?"

-"Of course. Just don't take too long, I'm getting worried."

Pat went back to the previous position, on all fours over Beto's legs, and sucked, looking at him while she sucked and stroked. Beto propped himself on his elbow to watch, and she said:

--"Come in my mouth. I want to taste you again."

I was about to explode with lust, watching my girlfriend, in my bed, about to swallow my friend's cum. I just hoped none of it landed on my sheet. I moved closer to watch and stood beside Beto, to see the view of the blowjob he was seeing. Pat sucked looking at his dick, then turned her eyes up to him, stopped sucking and smiled at him while she kept stroking. It didn't take long before Beto said he was going to come. She put the head of his cock in her mouth and kept stroking, until I felt Beto give an upward push, to get a bit more of his cock into her mouth, while making a face of pure lust. I could tell he was shooting his load into Pat's mouth, and she kept her mouth on the head so nothing spilled and she could drink every last drop. Gradually she slowed the stroking and increased the pressure of her grip, squeezing his cock to get all the cum out, and Beto, lying on the bed looking at me, stretched out his hand to shake mine. I took his hand and he was smiling with pleasure, and said:

>"What an amazing suck. Julio, Pat's got a suction pump in her mouth. So good."

I know that very well, because Pat made a suction with her mouth and dragged her lips, tongue and even a bit of teeth when she sucked, but without hurting. Fabi, on the other hand, sucks without pressure, running her tongue much more softly. Let's say Fabi had a nice suck for taking a soft dick and making it hard, because it was slower, all in the pleasure of the touch, while Pat's suck was already designed to drive a guy out of his mind.

Pat lay down beside him, between him and the wall and facing me. Her leg was bent over his legs, and her arm across his chest, and she stroked his chest. She seemed unbothered, as if the two of them naked like a couple in my bed were the most natural thing in the world. I said to her:

-"Did you like the wake-up call?"

--"I loved it, babe, I'd missed that big dick."

Beto must have loved what she said, and I, who normally wouldn't have felt good about it, took it fine. I smiled and said:

-"Beto, I don't know where Patrícia's filthiness is going to end."

>"And is there anything better than having a filthy, hot woman like Pat?" and he turned to give her a kiss on the mouth, which ended with both of them smiling, and Pat got up from the bed.

--"Boys, I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be right back."

When Pat got up from the bed, she hugged me as if thanking me, calling me gorgeous, put her hand in my hair and with the most natural manner in the world gave me a tongue kiss, a few minutes after swallowing Beto's cum. It was very quick and I had no reaction. I'd already done that reluctantly once (story 9), and Beto had too, and he didn't complain, so I pretended everything was fine.

Then she went to get some clothes from the wardrobe and stood there naked, with her back to us. The two of them had just gone down on each other, and even so I kept thinking about how I had the nerve to share a view like that with another man. She got her clothes and a towel and went. Beto got dressed and we went to the living room.

We sat on the couch. I smiled at him and said:

-"Man, that was insane..."

He understood I was referring to the risk of my parents arriving.

>"I was tense, but I'd been going without since Wednesday, I wasn't thinking straight."

-"So, did you like it?"

>"So good, Julio, Pat sucks really well, and now she's taking more of my dick into her mouth, it's getting better and better."

-"Beto, I'm still surprised by this intimacy with Pat. When would I ever have imagined we'd be talking about Pat sucking you?"

By then Pat had come out of the bathroom and was arriving in the living room in a towel, and asked what we were talking about, and I answered:

-"Beto was complimenting your blowjob, and I said I'd never have imagined we'd one day be chatting about that."

She went over to him and stroked his hair and asked:

--"Really, Beto? Do you like it when I suck you?"

>"Wow, Pat, I love it, especially with you drinking it all. Really amazing."

Beto ran his hand over her legs and up to her ass and stroked it. She was standing beside him in a towel, playing with his hair, and me facing the two of them, watching that intimacy. Pat continued the conversation:

--"You men have this obsession with coming in our mouths, and you like us to swallow, don't you?"

>"That's what makes it even better, seeing that you drank it all."

--"And you, babe, do you like seeing me drink Beto's milk?"

-"You only ask to provoke me, don't you? Yes, I like seeing you having fun."

Then she sat between the two of us on the couch and leaned against Beto. The towel opened and only covered her tits. Pat's pussy was facing me, and she was half turned on her side, running her hand over Beto's stomach; she put her hand inside his shorts, reaching his dick, and said:

--"And I'd never have imagined that one day I'd be sucking this big guy until he came in my mouth," and they gave each other a peck, laughing.

-"I'm not sure who's the boyfriend and who's the friend," I said to provoke, because she was supposed to be with me, but I was relaxed, taking it fine.

--"Babe, in this game I'm the one left wanting, and no sign of your parents. Later it'll be your turn."

-"Keep your ears open for any noise in the corridor."

Then Beto made an offer:

>"If you two are up for it, we could go to a motel."

I could see from Pat's expression that she perked up. I was turned on by the two of them's game; I considered the invitation and Pat suggested:

--"How about a bar tonight, and then we go?"

-"That works, we'll eat something and then go."

Then Beto made another offer:

>"We could go to a club too, then sleep at the motel."

--"I like that, babe. Shall we?"

-"Fine by me."

Pat finally came over to my side to cuddle up with me. She adjusted the towel, pretending she was going to cover something, and laughed at me as she lay down beside me. We agreed to go out at 9pm. Beto said he had to go to the supermarket for his mother, and we decided to go along. Of course I took the opportunity to assess how she behaved with Beto in public. From the looks and smiles between them, it was clear they had more intimacy than simple friends, but I couldn't expect distant behavior between them at that stage of the game. But overall she handled it well, and anyone noticing them would think they were close siblings.

After lunch we went to my room to rest for the night ahead. Pat was on fire with lust, and came over hugging me, full of affection. I wanted sex too but I'd already come twice since last night, and there was still a whole night ahead. I'm not Superman. I preferred to save my energy, and told her I'd save it for the night to see her even more eager. She didn't like it but she did like it, if you know what I mean. We woke up in the late afternoon and lay there holding each other, when she asked:

--"Julio, did you tell Beto about my request the day you went to Fabi's? Because he didn't say anything."

She was referring to giving him her ass, and I hadn't said anything, so I answered:

-"I only mentioned your fantasies about us touching."

--"No, the other request."

-"I didn't tell him, hoping you'd give up on it," and I laughed at her.

--"I want to try it, babe, you're going to let me, right?"

-"Do I have a choice?"

--"No!" and she came to kiss me and added: "We have to go to the pharmacy, buy some numbing gel and bring your KY."

I laughed at her, because she already knew the thing was going to hurt, and she said:

--"Stop looking at me like that, babe. Get up, let's eat something and go to the pharmacy."

We went to the pharmacy and she stayed outside, embarrassed. It's complicated buying that stuff so someone can fuck your girlfriend's ass, but there was no option, it had to be me. At least the cashier was thinking this stud here was going to be fucking an ass that night. Jokes aside, sharing Pat's ass had never been among my fantasies. Seeing Pat with Beto turned me on, but for some reason I wanted her ass just for me -- though I had no way to claim that, especially since I'd fucked Fabi's ass. I'd known for a long time that this day would come, and the last barrier limiting sex between the two of them would be broken.

The two of them's game that morning came to mind, and their behavior at the supermarket, and what was going to happen later that night. That made me apprehensive about Pat's feelings toward Beto. The last time we discussed this (story 18), she made it clear that Beto would never have a chance with her as a boyfriend, but a lot of water had passed under the bridge since then and I needed to check again -- and while we walked arm in arm, I went straight to the point:

-"Pat, how are your feelings toward Beto?"

--"Hmm, I know where you're going with this. He's still a friend, babe."

-"Sometimes I'm afraid we'll lose control and another feeling will come up between you two."

--"We've talked about this, babe. I always liked Beto as a friend, and now I like having sex with him too, but I don't want anything beyond friendship with him."

-"I know, it's just that sex brings people closer, especially after what's going to happen today..."

--"Julio, I love you and I wouldn't leave you even if you wanted me to. Today we're going to have a lot of fun, and you're going to be good to me the way you were with Fabi."

I had to laugh. Me dealing with a serious subject and she broke the ice by bringing up that crazy obsession of hers about me and Beto. We got home and passed the time until around 8, when we got ready. I told my parents I was going out with Pat and Beto to a club, which was common, we'd done it several times.

We met Beto in the building lobby and went to his car. Pat was wearing a little shorts-and-top set, modest but sexy. She sat in front with him, because it isn't polite to have two men in front and the woman in back, but he took the chance to cop a few feels, running his hand over her thighs and reaching her pussy over the shorts. Pat had her lust right on the surface and opened her legs to make it easier. I asked where we were going, and Beto answered:

>"Tonight we're having fun on me, so I'm taking you wherever I want, okay?"

I remind the readers that Beto's father was a successful businessman, and although Beto's job wasn't anything great, his credit card was paid by his father, who didn't monitor his son's spending -- so I agreed to the proposal, and Pat did too.

We stopped first at a bar and Pat and I sat side by side, with Beto facing me. We had some beers and ate well, and afterward we'd go to a great nightclub he'd suggested, where the prices were high, so it was worth pre-gaming at a bar. We talked a lot and cheerfully, and the liveliest parts were the memories of our filthy adventures including Fabi, of course, and the funny things that had happened in our lives in general. We'd had this kind of conversation plenty of times in our black-and-white life, but the two of them's current intimacy made it flow more easily, because there was no censorship or hesitation about any subject. Then we headed to the top club. The night looked promising.

It was around 11pm. There was already a crowd but we got a table, and Beto immediately bought a whisky-and-energy-drink combo. Pat prefers the drinks the bartender makes, but she sipped ours too. The DJ was playing and soon there'd be live shows. Every other time the 3 of us went out, Beto was always single, so he'd be scanning the women trying to pick someone up -- but this time he already had a guaranteed lay later, so he was literally free and easy. He looked at the women, but only to admire, and there was one woman flirting outrageously, and he'd look at us and laugh at the situation, unable to do anything. I even said to him, with Pat listening:

-"Beto, that last one is worth it. If Fabi allowed it you could take her to the motel and we'd have fun as a foursome."

And Pat, who was already merry, cut in:

--"None of that, tonight I want you both just for me."

And Beto and I died laughing. Pat danced sexily for me, but glanced over at Beto. She couldn't expose herself too much, because sometimes somebody you know shows up that you haven't spotted, and then there's trouble. After standing and dancing a while we sat down. The loud music made a proper conversation impossible, but Pat looked at me and said loudly for Beto to hear:

--"Julio, tell Beto about my request..."

Beto looked at me, and I smiled and said:

-"It's complicated to say," and I smiled at her.

>"Say it, brother, now I'm curious."

-"You tell him, Pat, I'm going to get up and dance."

Then I got up and stood facing them, moving my body a bit but paying attention to the conversation. Pat looked at him and said:

--"I want you to fuck my little ass."

Having said that, she kept looking at him, laughing. He looked at her, astonished, and immediately looked at me, and I made a face like "that's her problem," so he stood up and said to me:

>"Seriously? And you allowed it, Julio?" already knowing the answer.

I pulled Pat in to hear what I was going to say and said in his ear because of the club's noise:

-"You're going to ruin my toy, but there was no way around it."

He laughed and said, hugging the two of us:

>"Come on, I swear I'll do it gently." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and stretched out his hand for us to shake.

I smiled at him, gave Pat a good kiss and moved my body dancing and laughing, as if the thought of Beto fucking Pat's ass weren't getting to me. Then Beto went to the bar and I stayed beside Pat, smiling, talking nonsense, moving my hips a bit because I really can't dance -- and all of a sudden Beto arrives with a bottle of champagne, or sparkling wine, whatever, and 3 glasses. He handed the glasses to us and said:

>"Let's celebrate," and broke into a smile.

I gave a fake smile, Beto opened the bottle and we drank the champagne, dancing and smiling. At least we were having a lot of fun, much more than the other times when the two of them limited themselves to behaving like friends. Then Pat said to me:

--"Babe, can I go with Beto to the front of the stage?"

I got what she wanted. The most packed spot in the club, for Beto to grind against her.

-"Have you already arranged it with him?" I asked because I hadn't seen them discussing anything about it.

--"No, but if I ask him he'll go."

-"Okay, but you're already tipsy, be careful not to do anything stupid."

She smiled and gave me a kiss and went to speak in Beto's ear. He agreed with her and looked at me. I pulled him by the shirt and said in his ear:

-"Beto, Pat is already drunk. Be careful not to overdo it out there, okay?"

>"Sure, relax, I'm still fine. I'll keep her in check."

My friends, I trusted Beto. A decade of a strong friendship, the kind many brothers don't have. On this point I'd vouch for him completely. If he said he was on it and would go easy with her, I could trust that, so I relaxed. I took the chance to look around, check out the girls, remember when I used to go to clubs single -- but then I'd think about the two of them grinding against each other and about what was waiting for us that night.

When they came back, Pat already had another drink, tipsy, in that way I know well, smiling for no reason, eyes narrowed. She'd better get herself under control or she'd pass out by the time we got to the motel. I was also much higher than usual, since I'd mixed the beer from the bar with the whisky and energy drink, and the champagne. Beto was always the same when we went to a club: he drank much more than us, got high, but he has a greater tolerance for alcohol.

When our drinks ran out, we felt it was time to go, since there was still a lot of work to be done. I told Beto I'd pay my bill and Pat's but he insisted on the deal, so he paid the bill and we left.