We showered and put on sweats and met in our bed. Teresa wanted to talk.
“What happened to the condom?” she asked.
I wasn't going to lie. I told her exactly how it played out. Her eyebrows lifted when I mentioned my tongue painting Ray's cock.
“That's really hot, Baby. You surprise me.”
I was still feeling pretty shy about it so I said nothing. She pondered for a minute. “So you basically removed the condom intentionally, without asking me, and made sure Ray shot me full. Is that about right?”
I had no place to hide. “Yes.”
“After you and I had spent days before trying to make a baby.”
“Yes.”
“Which means if I am pregnant, we won't know if it's Ray's or yours.”
“Yes.”
I am such a pervert that what Teresa was saying got me hot. I was burning up. My wife was just a foot away and there was a very real possibility that at that very moment she and Ray were making a baby. God help me, I loved it. I felt disgusted with myself and a little sick to my stomach but so wildly turned on.
“How's that make you feel, Brad?”
I took a deep breath and braced myself for all her hurt and anger.
“Honestly, Teresa, it turns me on. I know that's twisted as fuck but I can't help it, it just does.” I explained in detail my internal struggle between disgust and arousal and let her know I was sorry for betraying her and promised it would never happen again. She listened intently, holding my hand. When I finished she sighed.
She leaned back on the pillows and opened her robe, exposing her glorious naked body beneath. She placed a hand low on her stomach, just beneath her belly-button. Our eyes met. “Baby, it turns me on too. I couldn't say anything. I didn't dare. I was sure you would get so angry. I thought I felt the condom slip off but I couldn't be sure. It was so thrilling! When I discovered you'd done it I ran with it. Now my womb feels warm and just the idea, just the possibility, makes me feel so decadent and slutty my heart races. I love being bad, Honey. I love it.”
“What do we do?”
I watched her organized mind get to work. After a few minutes she spoke. “For now, nothing. If I'm not pregnant that means neither of you got to me and we dodged a bullet. If I am we won't know it for a week and will have that conversation, then. For now, we can do nothing but wait. This is going to be a tense seven days.”
Turns out tense didn't even come close to what we felt. I'm not sure I can convey the emotions experienced while you wait to see if your lovely bride is pregnant with another man's baby. In our own way, we were both twisted in knots. For me it was the agonizing humiliation of another man fertilizing my woman. For her it was pure whorish behavior; she'd let another man knock her up. We did not have sex so we'd know for sure the pregnancy had to come from our wayward night of sin.
Eight days later she took a test and it came back negative. She took another test every day for a week, all negative. We'd dodged the bullet.
That night I lit candles and incense and Teresa and I made the sweetest love ever.
Six months later she still had not conceived. We made love four or five times a week but no luck. I went back to the doctor and he said while my count was low it was certainly enough, don't give up.
Of course we didn't give up, but we stopped trying so hard. If and when it ever happened, we were ready so we slowed down and went back to our usual routine. Whenever Teresa or I got that mood for extra-curricular activities, she'd meet him for drinks and bring him back to our house where I'd secretly watch, and he always wore a condom. I watched her fuck the guy from Starbucks that makes her coffee every morning, a personal trainer from her gym, and my boss. All of them thought I did not know.
One day Teresa was at a bank downtown and met a guy on the elevator. I found out about it after the fact because they couldn't wait. She said she wanted him so badly. They found an empty stairwell and he fucked her from behind over a handrail, again, wearing protection. I got no pictures or texts and she only told me that night after we'd been home about an hour. She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she answered my questions about her day and I finally cornered her and made her tell me what was going on. She was giddy. It had become a game. She studied every man she met and if desire struck her, and it often did, she'd find some place to suck him off or fuck him.
Then one day I got a call from Brian. His employer was sending him to a conference in Vegas and he asked if he could crash at our place for a week. When I told Teresa she smiled like a sunrise and then just as quickly frowned.
“Did you answer him yet?” she asked.
“No, I was waiting for you. What's the problem?”
She twisted a finger and sat at the dinner table. She folded her hands in an effort to leave her fingers alone. I waited patiently as anxiety played with her face.
“I don't trust myself around him. You shouldn't trust me either.”
Not exactly what I'd been expecting but not too far off either. The look on her face told me I should believe her, so I did. But I couldn't tell Brian no.
“Teresa, you're going to need to control yourself. You say I can't trust you and I appreciate your honesty, but I can trust him, and he's the one man I told you was off-limits so two of the three people involved are against you doing anything. Behave.”
She chuckled. “Is it weird it kind of turns me on when you're assertive?”
I laughed too. I kissed her and wandered out into the living room as I called Brian back and told him no problem, see you soon.
When I returned to the kitchen Teresa still sat at the table.
“He'll be here Friday night at six, leave nine days later on Sunday at ten at night. Behave, I mean it.”
“Oh, I'll behave. I'll be the sweetest little bitch ever.”
She had the Devil in her eyes.
Friday arrived and after work Teresa came with me to the airport. We'd stopped at home first to change clothes and I expected her to come out in sweat pants and shirt but she did not. Instead, she wore a loose green tank top, baggy under the arms, that showed a lot of side boob and from the correct angle even flashed an occasional nipple, and black yoga pants that turned sheer if she bent over. She was back to her old tricks around Brian and sexy as fuck. He wouldn't know. He'd think she always dressed this way since that's how she always dressed around him. I knew she was doing something special.
As we walked through the airport everywhere heads turned. I've always enjoyed that part of Teresa's beauty. She's gorgeous and sexy and she's with me. Quite the ego boost.
She chewed a lip and fidgeted and it dawned on me she was nervous to see him. We met him at the gate and headed for baggage claim. We all hugged and Teresa gave him a quick peck on the lips. He looked better than ever; a little more muscle, a little more confidence, way better wardrobe. I caught Teresa eyeing him up and down on the sly.
Once we were home he wanted to shower and have a drink so I went to the bar and started making the first round. Teresa exited the bedroom wearing a short black house dress she usually wears when she wants to turn me on. Made from stretchy cotton and sheer in bright light, it was so short it barely covered her ass in back and her pussy in front. Normally she wears it with a pair of black-lace panties but not now. I caught a glimpse of hairless pussy as she swept passed me to claim her Cabernet. She dropped in the center of the sofa leaving space for Brian or me on either side. She gathered a small pillow to cover her lap and I knew she knew what she was doing. The V-neck in front showed the firm swell of both breasts.
Brian joined us next wearing white boxer briefs that hugged everything and plainly showed off his size. He carried a Tablet and wore a tight T-shirt and his hair was towel-dried and mussy. Teresa waited until he spoke to me to run her eyes all over him and that slut actually squirmed in her seat. I handed Brian his rum and Coke and excused myself as I was the only one who had not yet gotten comfortable. I knew we'd be up late sharing stories and catching up.
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sp; That might be the fastest shower I've ever taken. After I tossed on baggy shorts and T-shirt and when I got back to them someone had dimmed the lights and lit the fire. Brian sat next to her on the couch so I took the big chair across from them. We all traded stories and drank until we had a lovely buzz. From time to time Brian would check an incoming message or email on his Tablet.
Every time Teresa moved Brian and I stole a quick look at the skin she revealed. So far she'd shown nothing overtly provocative but she'd had some near-misses. She reached for her wine glass, took a sip, and then leaned her back against the far arm of the couch, aiming her legs at Brian.
“Remember our bet on the Cavaliers, Brian?” she said. “I think you still owe me a foot massage.”
Brian laughed. “That was years ago, of course I don't remember. But okay, I pay my debts. Give them here.”
Brian lifted her feet from the sofa and, turning to face her, pulled them into his lap. He began rubbing under her arch while talking about some idiot at his job. Teresa had maintained the pillow in her lap but this new position exposed her even more. She closed her eyes to enjoy the massage and her legs parted slightly and Brian glanced down and his eyes widened slightly. I could not see what he saw but I knew he was seeing something. He stumbled for half a second in the story he was telling but then regained his composure and carried on, his eyes darting every few seconds at whatever glorious view Teresa was giving him.
His cock swelled slightly under her other foot. I thought she hadn't noticed until I saw her toes curl a bit and squeeze him. She quickly released but I knew she knew.
This arrangement went on for a while. Brian took his sweet time, ogling my wife's pussy while rubbing her feet, narrating one story after another. When he switched to the other foot he was sure to place the first one right on top of his semi-erect shaft. I saw Teresa press her toes down and dent his boxers. She bit her bottom lip but kept her eyes closed. Brian was so cool about it.
I thought about breaking them up by asking Teresa to join me in the kitchen but I didn't. We all played it very cool and very innocently, each of us contributing conversationally.
Finally, he finished both feet. Teresa lifted her pillow and sat up and I knew Brian got a direct look at her bald pussy. She leaned over the coffee table to rest her wine glass and he no doubt saw at least one round firm breast and nipple. She was killing him. He moved his leg to hide when he adjusted his erection, pushing it farther down his leg inside his tight underwear. He tugged his T-shirt to help hide it but it didn't. He reached for his Tablet and used it to cover his lap, sharing pictures with us of his new friends and co-workers, his travels, his dog, his new car. I got up a few times to see.
I was amazed at how capable each of us was at maintaining an air of innocence. No one wanted to break the spell. I noticed both their drinks were empty and collected their glasses and moved to the kitchen. My heart was racing. No way I wanted him to fuck her but I had to admit the rampant flirting was getting to me. From the kitchen I saw her change her position again and when I got back with their drinks I noted her dress pushed up on one side by a pillow. From his angle I knew Brian had another clear view of her pussy but I didn't know how clear until I circled around to hand him his drink; Teresa's ass rested partially on a throw cushion and with her legs parted like that the tension actually pulled her pussy open a bit. Brian saw her soft pink insides. My stomach filled with heat.
I dropped into my chair like nothing was happening but every second that ticked by I knew he was memorizing all the soft inner folds of my wife's pussy. Thank God my shorts were baggy because like Brian because I was now stiff too.
Teresa started talking about a girl she works with but I wasn't really listening. The name Debbie floated through my mind and bounced slowly off an inner wall. Teresa kept talking but all I could picture was the view I'd had only moments ago. She said something else and then a few more things. Brian checked his email.
“Wait, what?” I asked. “Say that last part again.”
“I said Debbie from my office is pregnant with a stripper's baby. She hasn't told her husband. He thinks it's his. You remember Debbie, Honey. You met her that night at the birthday party.”
Teresa was boring right through me with her hazel eyes. Her face said, Yes, that Debbie. She got pregnant but I didn't.
“Oh, yeah, I do remember her; pretty but dressed conservative, right?
Brian chuckled. “I always say you have to watch the quiet and conservative ones. Still waters run deep.”
“That's her,” Teresa replied. “Apparently she went out after the party and got drunk. A bunch of them went to a strip club and she liked it so much she went back a few more times.”
“That poor husband,” Brian noted. “Debbie better take that secret to the grave. She shouldn't be telling anyone.”
Teresa pouted. “Are you saying I'm not trustworthy, Brian?”
He stood his ground. “Not at all. But if she told you she told others.”
Teresa took a long sip of wine. She folded a leg under her and smoothed her dress all around. The show was over for now.
We stayed up another hour talking and then said goodnight. Brian and I hugged and so did he and Teresa. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek that exposed another breast and he did not mind at all.
Once we were in bed Teresa slid over and gripped my penis just like I knew she would. Neither of us spoke. I was mostly stiff already and quickly grew rock hard. She climbed on top of me and guided my penis into her and then rode me hard, cumming fast. I played with her gorgeous tits and sucked and bit her nipples and she kept riding until she came again, this time like an atomic bomb. She was quivering when I slid her off of me to the bed and got behind her, unceremoniously lifting her hips and spreading her ass. I aimed my penis at her pussy and drove it home and then I fucked her hard, much harder than I usually do. I had her yelping and moaning and the sounds of our flesh smacking filled our bedroom.
I wanted to punish her a little bit for being so naughty even though I loved it. She had feelings for Brian and that scared me. This was not her usual flirt. This hit close to home. She came again and then I came and we both rolled onto our backs. Not long after I heard her breathing deepen as she fell asleep.
I wasn't sleepy. I tried to sleep but it was not going to happen. A big chunk of my brain was busy chewing on my wife's attraction to my best friend and the concern that gave me. I guess I worried Brian, of all the men on earth, could actually steal her from me, but I couldn't tell if that was just my high opinion of him or what I thought I saw in her regarding him.
I got out of bed and put my shorts and T back on. Sometimes peanut butter on bread calms me down so I padded out to the kitchen. The light was still on under Brian's door. I made my snack and stood over the sink eating it, thinking.
I don't know why I did it, but as soon as I finished I opened the back door and circled around the patio until I came to Brian's window. The blinds were closed but if I stood close I could see through a small gap.
Brian sat at the foot of his bed, naked and stroking his cock, while slowly and flipping through pictures on his Tablet of Teresa from tonight.
What the fuck?
I realized while he was showing her pictures he'd also been taking pictures. Every time he checked his email or messages, he also took a picture. Sly motherfucker. He had shot after shot of my wife's sweet pussy, including some during the time she was partially pulled open. He had shots down the front of her dress showing her perfect tits too. He sat with one hand stroking and another turning pages.
My gaze dropped to his cock and even I had to admit, it was beautiful.
In all our years together as roommates and then with Teresa living there, Brian had never found out about our kinky side. He knew Teresa was sexy but did not know she was also sexual. As I watched him fantasize about my wife I wondered if the truth would turn him on more or tarnish her image with him.
His cock was a redwood tree, a freight train
. Even his hand did not reach all the way around and he was so hard the smooth skin was crisscrossed with turgid veins. I was proud my wife did that to him.
He leaned back a little and I saw on the screen was a shot of her partially opened pussy. He zoomed in some and her pink inner lips filled the screen. His hand moved faster and his muscles flexed and his cock head swelled. His head fell back and the Tablet tilted but that was okay because he was no longer looking at it. His eyes were squeezed shut.
His ass clenched and I had to cover my mouth before I yelped in astonishment; first a stream of fluid bubbled from his cock at least eight inches high and then a pencil-thick rope of sperm blasted four feet straight up, followed by another, followed by a third which reached even higher. They fell back onto his chest, painting him in semen, as his huge balls heaved and pumped out his load. Kandy had been right; Brian came a lot. After the first three they diminished in height but not volume and he spurted rope after rope of viscous milky jizz; three feet high, two feet, one foot. Sperm ran down his cock and dripped from his knuckles. His chest rose and fell and although, finally, no more cum came out of him, his hand kept stroking.
At last he stopped. His muscular belly quivered. His hamstring twitched. He searched for the Tablet without lifting his head and raised it. With his clean hand he flipped through screens until he found a picture he liked; Teresa, wearing a red bikini top, smiling into the camera. I knew it was from her Facebook page, taken while we were on vacation. He just stared at it.
His cock still stood straight up. It was softer but not turning soft. Brian had such a powerful longing for my wife his dick refused to go down. Even after an orgasm like that, he still wanted her and wanted her desperately.
I was filled with conflict. Brian is my best friend, easily the best friend this loner has ever had. He's closer to me than my brother. I love him and want the best for him. I want him to achieve his life's dreams and I'll help him do that in any way I can. I want him to be happy. I want him to get the things he wants. But one of the things he wants is my wife and my wife also wants him and fear smothers me at the thought of them together. I was sure it would cost me both. They would fall in love and leave me and I'd be left with nothing, just like I was before I met them. I had to think this through. Brian was no casual big-dick fuck Teresa could enjoy and then toss away. Emotions complicated this one. I couldn't even allow myself to consider giving her to him. As I watched him gaze at the picture of Teresa I understood better how deeply his loyalty and self-control ran. He would never do anything to betray me. He squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock and stood, dozens of rivulets of sperm running down his lean and muscular body. He reached for a towel and his cock bounced, seeming to nod, yes, yes, yes.
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