“Fine with me,” Jake said as he finished his beer. “And I'm sorry about what happened. I really do mean that. That's some fucking shit I haven't heard in awhile.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked before downing the rest of his beer and finishing the suds with a smack of his lips.
“In the military all kind of crazy shit happens. Not just, like, during military exercises and stuff, but stuff like this, you know? Like I knew a guy during the School of Infantry that walked into his bedroom—a bedroom, mind you, in a house that he owned—to find his cousin fucking his wife. And when he through her out on the street his mother, also living in the house with him on his dime, told him that he was being too hard on her.”
A few of the patrons looked over at Jake to see if he'd give some indication that he'd just made the story up. When there wasn't one, they looked back down at their drinks gloomily.
“Damn,” Sam said. “Is that true?”
“Fucking aye right that's true,” Jake said. “Would I fucking bullshit you on the eve of your wedding? Hey! Speaking of. What happened to the bachelor party?!”
Sam laughed sadly.
“You know, of all the people in the grooms party who end up planning things, the best man is the one who does all the bachelor party stuff. So when he got the ax the plan kind of fell apart since he'd booked everything on his credit card.”
“Fuck that, man,” Jake said, hopping out of his chair and onto his feet. “We can do something right now! I mean, we don't have to get hammered or anything like that. But, I don't know, what do you want to do?”
“Oh, I don't know,” Sam said. “I . . . I just, well, I'm not sure you'd be into what I'd want to do. Sometimes what I want and what other people consider normal part ways fairly quickly.”
“Yeah, yea, yeah,” Jake said. “What the fuck do you want to do that's so fucking crazy? Huh? Sell me some racy insurance or something?”
They both laughed loudly at this. Jake was starting to feel the drinks he'd been downing while he'd listened to Sam. He didn't know what Sam wanted to do, but whatever it was, by God Jake wanted to do it. And right then, not a second later.
“You might be surprised,” Sam said. “And you might be unwilling. You are so sure, even after hearing the story I just told you? You, my friend, are the fool rushing in this time!”
Sam chortled loudly, then started coughing, evidently having sucked some last remaining sud in his mouth down the wrong pipe. When he finally got it back together he spoke again, this time with a tone of finality.
“All right, then let's head back to my place real quick then we'll hit the strip club up or something. All call us a cab since a DUI would be a real cherry on top of the last few days.”
Jake nodded even though he wasn't sure why they would need to go back to Sam's house for. Maybe he had a bunch of ones that he wanted for the strip club or something. Without giving it much more thought, and more worried that his buzz would wear of than anything else, Jake hopped in the cab with Sam.
Jake had a funny feeling about things by the time they made it to Sam's place. Sam lived in a gated community not far from the bar, but he spent the duration of the entire trip texting furiously. Jake didn't know if something was wrong, or if maybe Sam was trying to get a hold of some of his friends and let them know his bachelor party was back on. When he'd looked over Sam's shoulder he'd found that he'd been texting Sarah the whole time.
Now, as they sauntered into the house half drunk and horny for the strip club, Sam's demeanor changed subtly. He suddenly wasn't the usual kind of scatter brained smart guy he usually was. Instead he became quieter, but also more sure of himself. Sam fixed them both a drink and herded Ben into the living room.
“Well, what I want to do actually is pretty out there, I will admit,” Sam said. “So if you aren't down to do it, then it's all good. I won't hold it against you at all.”
“What are you talking about, Sam?” Jake asked. “I'm actually really curious to know. You should tell me, maybe I'll be all about it!”
Sam finished his drink and made another before flopping back on the couch to answer. It had been one of those moments when Jake wondered how much he didn't know about Sam. Jake had been away for years now, only coming back for a few days at a time and spending most of that time to chase skirts and get hammered drunk. When Sam hadn't answered him and instead sat quietly, finishing his drink, only to get up and make another it made Jake wonder what Sam had been doing for all these years. There had to be more to him than just a insurance salesman by day, lush by night persona that he projected.
“All right,” Sam said. “Well, here's the deal. I want Sarah to come down here and give you a lap dance, completely naked, but I don't want you to touch her or anything like that.”
Jake was shocked. He sat up in his seat as straight as a stop-sign, and with the same red face as one too. He should have known something like this was coming. He'd sensed that there was something weird about Sam and he should have just went with it and started speculating. The first thing that he would have said on his list would have been swinger, but then that would have been giving Sam too much credit. Really, Jake realized in a frantic rush of thoughts, Sam was a cuckold. He got turned on by the idea of other dudes fucking his fiance in front of him, or sending her to get fucked by someone else. Or maybe he was just turned on by the idea and wasn't into the humiliation that went along with being a more traditional cuckold husband. Jake had spent hours reading up on it one day while he was board standing a Sergeant of the Guard post, and now those hours spent reading about something so obscure that he figured he'd never run into it was being thrust into his life. It turned out to be Sam's fetish.
Jake thought about Sarah and about how good looking she was. Sarah was the kind of blonde that guys jaws hit the concrete over when she walked by. Sam had once told him a slurred story at the bar about how Sarah had actually caused an traffic accident by walking around the streets of Jamaica in nothing but a string bikini. He couldn't think of anything but how much fun it would be to play with her big tits, or bend her over the couch and spank her ass while he fucked her. But if he went along with this scheme of Sam's he probably wasn't going to get to fuck her.
“Well, I mean, if that's what you want to do then sure,” Jake heard himself say.
Had he really just gone along with it? Jake couldn't believe he was going with the flow so easily. Usually if he got into a situation that made him sexually uncomfortable, but this time was different. Jake reasoned that it had to be because of how Sam had spent time at the bar talking about seeing his banging hot fiance getting fucked from behind by another man. Why else would he be so accommodating to a fetish that would, at least this time, leave him unfulfilled sexually. Jake wanted to see the body that belonged to the woman he'd heard all night about called Sarah. He wanted to feel those tits rubbed in her face, and he wanted her to grind her pussy up against the bulge in his jeans. Jake was completely turned on by the idea and equally surprised at his own arousal.
It wasn't until the door from the study cracked that Jake realized that Sam had already set everything up with his soon to be wife. There wasn't another egress from the small study except the door into the living room. Sam leaned forward eagerly in anticipation and Jake leaned back and hooked his thumbs in his jeans belt loops—as if that would be the boundary that he would keep, his hands hooked to his jeans so he couldn't touch.
At first the door remained just cracked, but then it was flung open. There stood Sarah, her amazing body adorned in Victoria Secret frills. She looked like a Playboy Bunny, and Jake felt his dick getting even harder, which wasn't something that he thought was possible until he realized the tightening in his pants was increasing again. Sarah walked over to Jake like a minx, batting her eye lashes and smiling coyly, as if she didn't know what she was about to do, as if she'd just so happened to be waiting in the study dressed in some of the skimpiest undergarments that Jake had ever seen.
There wasn't much lef
t to the imagination. The curves of Sarah's breasts and ass were only barely covered, in the most minimal sense, by the see through lace of her lingerie. Her nipples were perfectly round and an exquisite shade of pink that was so light it reminded Jake of some of the flowers he'd seen at fancy shops in Paris. Sarah wasn't toned, but she also wasn't fat by any means. She was the kind of hot that reminded Jake of Maryland Monroe. As Jake's eyes looked up and down her body he saw that she kept her pubic hair trimmed to a nice and neat little landing strip. It was sexy to Jake when a woman took the time to groom herself so that everything looked just so.
“Hello,” Sarah said. “What's your name?”
She came over to stand right in front of Jake, and before he could find his tongue to answer undid her bra and let it drop to the floor, then slipped her panties down over her hips so they could follow.
“I . . . uh . . . my name is Jake,” he stumbled through his words like a teenager seeing a girl naked for the first time.
“How do you think I look, Jake?” she asked him.
Jake didn't know what to say. Here was this beautiful goddess that Sam had somehow gotten to say yes to marriage, who was so hot that Jake was starting to understand why Sam might not care if she occasionally scratch an itch that he couldn't get to with another partner. Jake wondered if there was a right or wrong answer. If Sarah was expecting him to gush about it, or if she wanted him to not give her any real compliments like how some girls thrive over being treated poorly. Jake looked over at Sam to see him rubbing his hand over the crotch of his dress pants. Then Jake looked back at Sarah and tried his best to say something intelligent.
“I think you look fucking amazing,” Jake said. “And I'd love to fuck you.”
Sarah leaned forward, letting her breasts hang in front of Jake's face, and ran her finger from the base of his neck up to his chin to point his face up to her own.
“I'd love to fuck you,” she said. “But I only can if my husband says so. Last time I fucked one of his friends he wasn't too happy with me at all. I really hurt him, and I don't want to do that again.”
“You aren't, don't worry baby,” Sam said breathlessly. “But for now just give him a sexy lap dance and grind you pussy on his hard dick through denim. Maybe in the future we could talk about more, but for now let's just do this. And, by the way dear, I'd like to introduce you to our new best man. I've known Jake for many, many years now. We went to middle school, then high school together. But back in the day he wasn't like he is now. He was more of a nerd than anything. But I think most people knew that if he applied himself to the gym he'd become the hard body we see today.”
Jake didn't know if Sam was talking so much because he was nervous or afraid, aroused or repelled and trying to cover it up. He figured that maybe the fetish wasn't as black and white as he had thought before. Maybe Sam was all of those things at once sometimes, and that's what he liked the most about it. If so Jake could kind of understand that, although he wouldn't ever want to put himself in the situations that Sam put himself in for the very reasons that Sam was having heartache now—there was just too much gray area for anyone that had hard and fast boundaries, especially one partner lets the other do whatever they want while being a submissive.
“What if I told you to fuck me?” Jake asked.
He was as surprised at himself as the other two seemed to be at him for asking the question. Jake thought it was a fair question since he was participating in the fetish with them. Sarah didn't answer though, she just looked at his dick throbbing against his tight jeans and licked her lips.
“Baby, will you give this man a lap dance or what?” Sam broke in.
The question went unanswered as Sarah mounted Jake and started grinding on his dick. For a while, when the lap dance got especially intense, Jake lost track of time. When Sarah leaned over and bit his lower lip, pulling it before letting it slip through her teeth, he forgot all about Sam being in the room. When the lap dance ended as suddenly as it had begun, after Sarah had spent precious moments tenderly rubbing her big tits in Jake's face and trying to get a grip on his cock through his jeans, Jake didn't know what to do. He didn't want it to end but knew that if he asked her to continue, or to go even further than continuing without consent of her partner, that the relationship, along with his friendship with Sam, might be completely and totally destroyed to the point that there was no way they'd ever be able to stitch all the pieces of themselves back together again. But Jake didn't ask Sarah to continue. Instead he sat quietly and listened to Sam prattle on about how hot it had been.
“Oh my God! That was the best thing I've ever seen! Jake, tell me, how was it when you saw the study door crack and all of the sudden you knew! I could see on you're face that you knew! I mean, how was it though? Did you think it would happen like it did or was this all a complete surprise to you?”
Jake didn't know what to say. He wondered if this was how he would feel during the speech tomorrow if he choked up and instead of speaking just stood in front of hundreds of people with his glass raised in an ever failing to launch toast. But finally he found some words, even though they weren't the ones he would have chosen in the perfect situation where he would have had all of his wits about him.
“Is that would you did with your best friend? Or did it go further and then just spiraled out of control?”
Right after he'd spoken he knew he'd said something shouldn't have, he could tell by the look on Sam's face, like something in the carpet had suddenly become sharp and tickled his foot the wrong way.
“I mean,” Sam started, then stopped. “I mean, yes. Pretty much that is exactly what was going on. I mean, they weren't supposed to have sex when I wasn't around. That was a rule. And I guess they'd just decided that the rule didn't matter at all.”
Jake nodded and tried to think of something to say that would make things better, but then gave up.
“Listen,” he said. “Can you call me a cab quick? I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding, all right?”
He was thankful that Sam was so willing to pay for the cab up front so they'd bump him to the top of the waiting list. As the cab pulled away from Sam's cookie cutter mansion he wished that there had been a way for him to wiggle out of having to come to the wedding at all, much less be the best man. He also wondered, but only for a moment, why in the world a woman as hot as Sarah was doing with Sam. He knew, though. He knew that Sarah was with him because of his money and future earning potential. And why shouldn't she be if he's going to let her do whatever she wants? But she had just fucked that up, though, and she had acted like she knew she was in trouble during the lap dance—at several points she'd looked over at Sam for approval before going forward any further.
When Jake got to his hotel he passed out with his clothes on. He woke early in the morning, hung over, wishing he wouldn't have to don his uniform in a few hours to help Sam marry a woman that had just been grinding her pussy on his crotch the night before.
The wedding was packed with people and Jake was already slightly too drunk. But not way too drunk, or even drunk enough that he was worried about fucking up the speech. But drunk enough where he knew he should at least slow down his drinking.
“How are you, young man?”
It was another old veteran, all hunched over and using a walker to get around, extending a gnarled hand out to Jake in thanks for his service.
“I'm fine, sir,” Jake said. “And I want you to know that I appreciate all you and your generation did for this nation. I know that we haven't lived up to our promises to you older veterans and I want you to know that I'm very sorry that the VA continues to let so many down.”
The man thanked Jake and continued on his way with his equally adorably old wife.
“Man, everyone is loving the shit out of you right now.”
It was Sam, who Jake could tell was already drunk.
“Where's the bi guy at?” Jake asked. “You went to the trouble of telling all the good ole boys in town at the bar about how he l
ikes the dick on occasion, and told me that I'd have to get hit on him a bunch, but he's nowhere to be found!?”
“Look at you! Already tipsy and having a good time!” Sam said with a belly laugh. “Listen, he's right over there. See him? Well, it looks like he saw you because here he comes, making his way over. And you know what? He'll have some good news for you. At least I hope.”
Sam strode away without any further explanation. Jake shook his head and wondered what kind of weird game Sam was playing now, and if he wanted anything to do with it. What kind of guy was Sam, anyway? It seemed more and more that Jake really didn't know anything about him, like he'd suspected the night before. The Sam that he'd known in high school had been a good hearted kid that had never tried to pull a fast one or play a mind game with anybody. He'd been the kid who'd pick up trash in the hall and throw it away, even if it might make him to class. Those were the kinds of things that had made them friends so many years ago. But that was a long time ago now, and Jake knew that people changed. Parts of friendship sometimes required that old friends get more leeway in their seemingly eccentric ways because it might just be them changing.
Jake had just started to try to parse out his sober thoughts from his drunks thoughts on how he was feeling deep down about the status of Sam and his friendship when Brian walked up and grabbed his crotch.
“You like that, soldier boy?” Brian said. “My name is Brian, by the way. The 'bi' guy that our fat, red little friend told you about. I guess I'm supposed to be some kind of super aggressive dude to you, so here it is.”
Jake batted his hand away and looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen. It would be really hard to get people to take his speech seriously if they thought he might be fucking another one of the groomsmen behind the grooms back, and maybe literally behind everyone's back who was here, in some back room tucked away.
“What the fuck,” Jake whispered. “You need to cool it before someone thinks something weird is going on.”
“New friend,” Brian said. “Everyone already thinks something weird is going on because Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut about Sarah cheating on him. So there's that. And also that Sarah is kind of known for running around town behind Sam's. But it was happening so much and then stopped so suddenly that people started to wonder if Sam hadn't given it the OK and then pulled the plug later.”
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