My Friend's Bi Boyfriend Ch. 09

Note: This overall story is about a bisexual male and his relationship with his wife as well as male friend with benefits. It contains both FM and MM sexual content. Literotica does not have categories for bisexuality so until that changes I am using categories available. If that isn't your jam, I'd recommend skipping this story.

I walked into the bedroom and opened the blinds. Katie lay there asleep.

"Katie."

Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me.

"I need to tell you something."

I watched her blink away the sleep. Finally, she sat up in bed, looking awake and ready to talk.

"Are Peter and Rebecca still asleep?" she asked.

"No."

"Did they leave?"

"We kind of--" I cut myself off.

"Katie, we kind of had a threesome... just now. I'm sorry."

Katie sat on the edge of the bed and stared at me, her expression blank.

"What?"

"Just now, on the couch."

"You fucked Peter and Rebecca?" she said quietly.

"No, not really. Peter sucked my dick while he fucked her."

The sleep vanished from her face as her jaw tightened.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

I didn't reply right away. I didn't have an answer. Finally, I just admitted, "I'm not really sure. I'm sorry."

When Katie was about to cry, the edges of her eyes would wrinkle and her nose would scrunch up. If she tried to talk, her voice would break. Both were happening now. She stared past me, fighting for control before she spoke again.

"Are they still here?" she asked finally, her voice barely controlled.

"Yeah."

"I need you to get them to leave."

"Uhh," I stammered.

"Please, get them to leave." Her voice hardened. "I need them out of my house."

"Okay," I said. "I'll ask them to leave."

"And don't come in here. I'll come out when I'm ready."

I stood up and walked to the door.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, just go."

I closed the door behind me to find Peter in the entrance to the guest bedroom, pulling on his shirt, while Rebecca knelt beside the couch. Wearing my t-shirt but no underwear, she turned as I approached; my eyes dropped automatically to her bare thighs and everything the shirt failed to cover, though dread killed any arousal.

"Is she okay?" she asked with a whisper.

"I'm not sure. Let's talk once we're outside," I said just as quietly.

She nodded, then whispered, "I can't find my underwear."

Almost laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, I walked over and started feeling around the couch cushions.

"I can just go commando," she said, as we searched together with no luck. I finally threw every cushion onto the floor and slid my fingers through the crevices until they caught on fabric.

"You buried them deep," I said, handing her the black underwear. She took them without comment, slipped them on, then walked into the bedroom to grab her shorts.

Once they were dressed, we walked into the yard. As soon as the door closed behind us, Rebecca turned to me.

"I feel terrible. I don't know what I was thinking. I honestly didn't even think about Katie sleeping there. I was just so fucking horny. That was stupid."

"I was the idiot," I said. "I didn't forget about Katie. I kept worrying about getting caught. I knew she was right there. I should have just woken her up and asked."

"Is there anything we can do?" she asked.

"I don't think there is right now."

"Let us know how it goes. I really feel terrible."

I nodded.

As they wheeled their bikes through the gate, Peter leaned in and gave me a small kiss. Rebecca, bypassing our standard hug, pressed her lips against mine. It wasn't long or deep, but after everything that had just happened, that small intimacy made me oddly embarrassed.

"Tell Katie I'm sorry," she said. "And text us."

They got onto their bikes, and right as they were about to pedal, Rebecca added, "I hope everything's okay. I did have a lot of fun."

"Me too," Peter added.

I stood by the gate watching them until they disappeared, then went back inside and put the couch together. Sitting afterwards with my eyes fixed on the bedroom door, I tried to keep my breath steady; probably an hour passed before Katie finally emerged in shorts and a loose t-shirt. As she got closer, I saw her red, puffy eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Not really."

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, you said that already."

She went into the kitchen, filled a glass of water, then stopped at the edge of the living room, her eyes fixed on me.

"Sorry isn't really good enough. You know that, right?"

I could only sit beneath her stare, trying to think of something to say.

"I know we didn't have a rule or boundary or whatever the fuck they call it that said you can't have a threesome in our living room. But seriously, I was one fucking door away. Do you know how it feels to know you three were out here while I was asleep? Like none of you even thought of me?"

"I'm sorry," I said before I could stop myself.

"Fuck you. Why the fuck didn't you just wake me up?" Her voice broke on the last word.

"I don't know."

"Do you know how embarrassing it is to be forgotten?"

I hesitated, thrown off by her choice of words.

Finally, I said, "It wasn't like that. You weren't forgotten."

"What was it like then?"

"Will you come sit down?"

She walked over and sat on the far end of the couch while I laid out the basic facts, hoping some version of the story might sound less awful once spoken aloud. Starting with Rebecca telling me that she and Peter weren't poly, I explained how Peter had joined us on the couch and why I had felt the need to be involved; throughout it, Katie watched me in silence without interrupting.

When I finished, she didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, she said, "I think I've been really cool with everything, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"What is going on with you?"

I stared at her, confused about which part she meant.

"When we started this, what did we discuss in therapy?" she said. "That communication would be the key to making this successful."

"Yes."

"Do you think you have been doing a good job communicating?"

I didn't respond.

"See," she said. "I don't know what the fuck is going on with you, but the only time I can get you to communicate is when I'm fucking you. That is not going to work. So I need you to speak to me. What do you want with Peter?"

"I guess," I started. "I thought this would be casual, but now I want something more."

I took a deep breath. "Katie, I really care about Peter. Like, not in a friends-with-benefits, fuck buddy sort of way. I want something more, but that feels impossible now."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Pretending this casualness is driving me insane. I keep being afraid I'm going to blurt out how much I like him and freak him out."

"Do you want to be with him?" she asked in a quiet voice, then completely stunned me by adding, "Rather than me?"

"No," I said. "Of course not. I love you."

I searched for something that didn't make one feeling sound like it canceled the other out.

"I guess what I'm saying is I was hoping he and I could have something more defined."

Still watching me, she raised her glass and took a sip.

"Have you talked to him about that?"

"No. But if they aren't poly..."

"You have to fucking talk to him."

"Okay."

She leaned forward and placed the glass on the coffee table, then turned toward me.

"I'm making a new rule. I don't give a fuck if it's supposed to be a boundary or something," she said. "First, if you are ever hooking up with someone and I'm one room away, I don't care if it's a threesome, twosome, orgy, gangbang, or some term I don't know, you are required to tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

"And you have to talk to Peter."

"Okay."

We stared at each other for a long time.

"God, I am still so fucking pissed at you," she said. "I can't believe you would do that without me."

I worked up my courage and asked, "Can I ask you something? If I had woken you up, what would you have done?"

"I don't fucking know." She managed to sound both angry and annoyed. "I probably would have told you I was tired, to have fun and to let me sleep."

I let out a small laugh.

"Or maybe I would have watched. Or something. I don't know."

I wanted to ask what that something might have been, but felt I was pushing too far.

"Are we going to be okay?" I asked.

"Yes, but you have to fucking communicate, okay?"

"Yes, I will."

"And talk to Peter."

After we sat together for a while, Katie eventually snuggled against me, staying there until she had to pee.

"Make me some fresh coffee, please," she said as she walked into the guest bath.

I texted Rebecca and Peter to say things were okay, and when Rebecca called an hour later, Katie took the conversation in the yard. They talked for a long time and by the time she came back, the tension had visibly drained from her shoulders. I asked if everything was good with Rebecca.

"She just wanted to apologize," she said with a smile.

"Are you two okay?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "I was mainly pissed at you."

I gave her a sad smile, resisting the urge to say 'I'm sorry' one more time.

"She is wild," Katie said. "Did she really offer to let you fuck her ass?"

"I don't think it was an offer. I think she was just taunting Peter."

"Hmm, okay," she said, giving me an inscrutable look. "She wants to have us over to make up for it."

"Are you willing to go?"

"Yes, but you have to talk to Peter first."

"Okay."

She turned and walked away, but stopped at the edge of the bedroom.

"Rebecca is going to swing by in an hour to drop something off."

"What's she dropping off?"

"Just some clothes she thought would fit me better," she said without looking back.

An hour later, while I was painting, Rebecca knocked on the sliding door and let herself in with a brown paper bag. Katie appeared almost immediately, took it from her, and had the door closing again before I could even stand.

"Bye!" Rebecca called.

Bag in hand, Katie rushed back into the bedroom while I sat trying to make sense of the rapid exchange.

The rest of the day settled into a fairly normal Sunday. I painted and cleaned as Katie worked on some project of her own. That evening, I made dinner, a simple salmon and rice concoction using veggies we needed to use up. We ate while sharing a bottle of wine.

When dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned, Katie sat at the table.

"Can you come here?" she asked.

I returned to the table and sat down.

"I need you to understand that I'm still upset with you about what happened this morning."

"I understand," I said.

"And I need you to remember to communicate. And you need to talk to Peter."

I nodded.

"So despite what is about to happen, just remember how pissed off and hurt you made me."

I had no idea where this was going.

"Stay here," she said.

I stayed at the table as she disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. After what was probably five minutes of trying to figure out what was happening, the door opened and I could only stare.

Katie stood in the doorway wearing only a strap-on with a medium-sized purple dildo jutting from the harness.

"Katie, what the fuck?" I stood up.

"You need to be punished," she said in a voice I had never heard from her before. It was lower and harder than normal, but forced enough that I could tell she was trying to play act the idea of a dom rather than slipping into it naturally. We had never done roleplay, and for a moment I was completely baffled.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," she said. "Teach your ass a lesson, I should say."

The corner of her mouth twitched as she fought not to laugh at herself.

"Katie, can we pause for just a moment? You know this isn't punishment for me, right? Like, this might be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Just shut the fuck up and go with it, okay? I want to fuck your ass."

"Where did you even get that?" I asked, indicating the strap and dildo.

"Rebecca bought it for us," she said in her normal voice. "We were joking on the phone about needing to punish you. She mentioned I could fuck your ass. It kind of spiraled from there."

"Holy shit."

"We need a safe word," she said, still in her normal Katie voice.

"Cardboard?" I said without thinking.

"Why cardboard?"

"When would I ever say cardboard during sex otherwise?"

"Fine," she said. "Now stand up and come here."

I stood and walked over to her. Rebecca had clearly splurged; the strap-on wasn't the simple version that wrapped around your waist and groin. Katie was topless, leather straps running over her shoulders and framing her tits and abs, making her somehow look even more desirable. The webbing continued down to her thighs, almost like a garter belt.

Leaning into her, I kissed her before lowering my mouth down to her chest to kiss her nipple while wrapping my fingers around the dildo.

"You look so fucking sexy," I said.

A smile escaped her briefly before she forced her expression back to seriousness.

"Shut up," she said. "I am still pissed at you." This time, the anger underneath the performance was unmistakable. "And I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget. Go shower off first."

I raced into the bathroom, stripped down, and washed myself, ensuring my ass was pristine. As I washed, I considered the woman I'd made cry this morning, now standing in our bedroom wearing a strap-on and threatening to punish me. The contradiction should have been bizarre, but instead, it made her even hotter.

As I dried myself, I peeked out into the bedroom. Katie was lying on the bed, holding the dildo in her hand while her other hand slowly massaged her nipple. She smiled when she saw me watching, then returned to her I'm-being-serious expression.

"You know you were bad, right?" she asked me as I approached the bed.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, unsure of myself.

"Good, now come kneel here." She indicated a spot on the bed with a towel laid out.

I knelt on the bed and she slid behind me.

"Put this on." She handed me her sleep mask. I slipped it on, and everything went dark.

She rested one hand on my back as her hip brushed against my side. I heard her open the cap of something, guessing it was lube. Then something pressed against my hole. She wasn't lined up with me, so I knew it wasn't the dildo. She pushed forward, and my ass stretched painfully for a moment before clenching around a butt plug. Rebecca must have bought that too.

I tried to figure out how much of tonight Katie had invented herself and how much Rebecca had coached her through. My dick got harder at the thought.

"Why don't you tell me what you did that was so bad?"

I considered it for a moment. "I guess..."

Her hand came down and slapped my ass. It wasn't hard enough to truly sting, but the sound and suddenness shocked me.

"You guess?" she said. "I think you know what you did."

I took a breath. "This morning, I woke up and snuggled with my friend. Then I let her boyfriend suck my cock as she rode him. I sucked on her tits. I let him swallow my cum."

"And where was your lovely wife while all this was happening?"

"Sleeping in the other room?"

"And why didn't you wake her up so she could play too?"

I hesitated, catching the implication that she might have joined us.

"Answer the question."

"Because I'm a big, dumb idiot."

"See, the issue is you aren't dumb, even if you're an idiot sometimes."

Katie reached down and took my cock in her hand. She stroked it as she moved fully behind me.

"Now tell me, next time when you are in that situation, what are you going to do?"

I didn't bother contemplating what Katie meant by "next time": I wasn't about to interrupt to ask.

"I will walk into the bedroom and wake you up."

"And then what will happen?"

"Hmm," I said, trying to figure out the right answer.

"Tell me what you would like to have happened."

I didn't respond right away.

"This isn't a test. Just tell me your fantasy."

Her free hand, which had been resting on my back, went to the butt plug and pulled it out just enough that my asshole stretched around it before she pushed it back in.

"I woke you up. You told us to just come into the bedroom because you were tired and didn't want to get up."

"It would be hard to sleep with the three of you in the bed next to me."

"I know, but you insisted."

"Then what?"

"You were still wearing your sleep mask when I woke you up, and you left it on. As we all climbed onto the bed, you felt the mattress shifting beneath you and heard the sounds of kissing and the three of us giggling while you lay there listening."

Pulling the plug free, she added more lube to her hand before returning it to my cock. I gasped when the dildo pressed against my asshole, but rather than pushing further, she held it, probing at my entrance. It was similar to the one I usually played with and well within what I could take. The knowledge did little to settle my sudden nerves.

"Did I go back to sleep?" she asked.

"No, you lay there listening. Then hands started touching you. Your shirt was pulled off, then your shorts and underwear, until you were lying there naked."

She leaned forward, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me up so I knelt with my back pressed against her chest. She stroked my cock harder as she breathed into my ear, but didn't say anything.

"Hands moved over your body, and with the mask still on, you had no idea who any of them belonged to. When someone took your nipple in their mouth, you thought you should be able to tell if it was me, Peter, or Rebecca--we are so different--but you couldn't. Then, as another person moved lower, you gasped. They buried their face in your bush and just inhaled."

"Why would they do that?"

"They wanted to smell you. You smelled so fucking good."

Katie let out a moan directly into my ear, then her tongue slipped out and traced the edge of it.

"When the person between your legs finally touched you, you were soaked. After their fingers spread you, a tongue followed, pressing in."

Katie pushed me back onto all fours and slowly raked her fingers down my back, sending a shiver through me without quite scratching. Returning the dildo to my entrance, she applied firm, steady pressure through the initial burn.

"Just hold right there," I gasped, reaching back to signal her not to move.

She stopped pressing. "Keep going," she said into the silence.

"They licked you like somehow they knew exactly what you wanted. Beside you, the other two were kissing; when a guy grunted, you tried to decide whether it sounded like me. Beneath you, the bed began to sway with two bodies moving together, enough to tell you someone was getting fucked, but not who."

Katie held the dildo at the base and slowly pressed it deeper into my ass before pulling it back out, then repeated the motion. Her other hand rested on my hip, rubbing me.

"This kept going as you listened. You wondered who was fucking beside you and who had their mouth on your pussy. The not knowing, paired with how perfectly that tongue seemed to know you, brought you right to the edge. You knew you were about to cum. Everyone could watch you lose control, but you saw nothing. Right before you tipped over the edge, though, everyone stopped. The person eating your pussy pulled away."

Katie continued the slow progress, working my ass open as her free hand wandered from my shoulders, down my side, and toward my groin. Just before her fingers could close around my cock, they changed direction and traveled back up my body, leaving me with a desperate need for her to return and stroke me. I kept talking.

"Every bit of you wanted to rip off the mask and find who had denied you your orgasm, and drag their mouth back against you, until you came, screaming their name. Instead, you were flipped onto all fours as everyone got off the bed and changed places. Left waiting, exposed to all three of us, you shivered as a cock pressed against your slit. You were soaked enough to push back and take it; whose dick it was didn't even matter. He just teased you, though, running the head over your entrance."

Right at that moment, Katie pressed the dildo deeper into my ass. I gasped and tried to stay relaxed. When she bottomed out, she held it there while gently rubbing her hand over my back.

"Keep going," she said.

I took a moment, focusing on my breathing before continuing.

"From the pair beside you, Rebecca's little moans gave away that she was on her back getting fucked. Whether that meant she hadn't been the one getting fucked before, or had simply been quiet, you couldn't tell. Then her hands found your breasts, and unable to resist, you leaned over until she could take your nipple in her mouth while the guy behind you slid all the way in."

Katie pulled the dildo back out, then, with more urgency, pressed it in again. Even with the new urgency, she kept the pace slow enough for me to relax. The sting gradually blurred into the arousal surrounding it.

"You were amazed how quickly your orgasm built. This dick felt amazing. Surely, it had to be your husband's magnificent cock. There was no way Peter could be that good."

Katie let out a little laugh.

"You don't agree?" I asked.

"Shut up and keep talking."

"I can't shut up and keep talking at the same time."

This time, her hand slapped my ass hard. The sting was surprisingly vivid, making me clench hard around the dildo. I took a breath, trying to remember where the hell I was in the story.

"Reaching between your legs, you fingered your clit while your mystery man fucked you from behind and Rebecca licked your tits. Your orgasm built too quickly to stop; when it hit, all three of us reached for you and held you through it. As you came down, Rebecca was still pressed into your chest, breathing hard as the other cock pushed deep into her, then, in that surprisingly delicate way she has when she cums, she whimpered your name."

"Fuck," Katie moaned. She rose a little higher so she could lean over me, pressing her chest into my back as she flexed her hips and thrust hard into me. I fought the urge to take off the mask, desperate to watch her.

"Your mystery man pulled out of you and shifted to your side, and when you reached out, you found both guys next to you stroking their cocks over Rebecca. You pressed your palm into one of our groins and cupped the other's balls in your hand, feeling the spasms as they came. Reaching lower afterward, you brushed Rebecca's chest, running your fingers through our cum and mixing it together."

"You two don't fuck?" Katie groaned into me.

"Who?" I gasped as she pressed deep.

"You and Peter?"

"Hmm, didn't we?" I asked.

She pulled back and brought the dildo all the way out of my ass.

"Bummer," she whispered.

"Would you like to see that?"

"Roll over."

I flipped onto my back.

"Put this under your hips," she said, handing me a pillow.

I placed the pillow under my hips and positioned myself so my ass was angled for her to slide in again. She pressed the dildo against my hole and slid it back in, taking my cock in her hand and slowly stroking it back to its full hardness.

"Would you like to see us fuck?" I asked.

"I had a mask on. I wouldn't have been able to see."

"Would you have liked us to fuck while you listened?"

She didn't answer, but as she slowly fucked my ass, she worked my cock with more emphasis, twisting her fingers firmly around the head.

"Who fucked me?" she asked quietly. "And licked my pussy?"

"You don't know?" I asked.

"No, I had a mask on."

"If you can't guess, then I suppose it's a mystery."

She gripped me harder, one hand holding me firmly at the base while the other worked my tip. Her hips kept driving deeper into my ass.

"Are you sure you can't answer?"

She knew exactly how close I was. If she kept going, I was going to finish, and there was no way I wanted this to stop yet.

"I'm afraid not."

She kept up her pace on my cock, then, as though reading exactly how close I was, she paused her thrusts and her fingers left me. I felt her lean over to the bedside table, and a moment later the mask came off. When my eyes adjusted, Katie was kneeling over me with her phone in hand.

"Take a picture of me," she said.

"What?"

"I want a picture."

"Katie, are you serious?" She had never let me take a nude of her; as far as I knew, she had never even taken a spicy picture of herself.

"Just do it." She grabbed my cock again as she pressed the dildo as deep as it would go. "Rebecca asked for a picture."

"Fuck," I groaned. "You're going to send Rebecca a photo of you fucking my ass."

"No... not really. She said it as a joke. I just want one for myself."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

I brought the camera up and centered Katie in the frame, taking the first shot of only her face and chest. Though her expression stayed serious, exertion or maybe arousal had flushed her skin deep red. She looked incredible. Then I zoomed out until her hand, holding my cock, came into view and took another.

"Keep going. I'll take a few action shots."

As she started moving again, I struggled to keep the phone centered on her, groaning as my concentration slipped, just hoping the camera was doing the work for me.

"Did you get a good photo?"

"I think so," I said, setting the phone on the bed next to us.

"Would you like that photo?"

"Yes," I moaned as her hips thrust with a desperate pace while her hand stroked my shaft with the exact rhythm she knew would get me off.

"Do you think Rebecca and Peter would like it?"

"Oh fuck," I groaned, trying to delay the inevitable. "Yes, they would fucking love it."

"Who fucked me?"

"You'll have to find out," I said as the pressure built towards release. She kept up the rhythm, and this time didn't slow. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch her face as she breathed hard above me.

Just as my cock twitched and the first pulse of cum hit, she leaned forward and kissed me, continuing to stroke my cock as the cum splashed between us. With each burst, my asshole clamped down on the dildo.

Afterward, she lay on top of me for a moment, my cum pressed between us. She gave me one last kiss, slipped the dildo out of my ass, and walked to the bathroom while removing the harness.

Overwhelmed, I stayed where I was until Katie returned and pulled my head against her chest.

"I love you, honey," she said, giving me a small kiss. For a long moment she simply stroked my hair before saying, "Just remember what I told you earlier. You still need to communicate when we aren't fucking. And talk to Peter."

I nodded. I closed my eyes and relaxed into her embrace as she held me for a while longer. Eventually, she reached over and grabbed her phone. I opened my eyes as she typed something that I couldn't see.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just thanking Rebecca."

I leaned in to look, but she twisted the phone away before I could see, giving me a devious grin.