Friend Bangs My Wife in Front of Me

by Ryan Robert Anderson

  "I love you, too, Carrot."

  "I think I'm falling in love with you."

  "I know. I feel the same way. I feel like we have caught lightning in a

  bottle." Over the next few weeks, "lightning" became our secret public code

  to express how we were feeling when others were around and we couldn't be

  explicit.

  *****

  Even though it was Monday, we left work early and hurried back to the

  apartment. We went straight to the bedroom, stripped as fast as we could,

  and kneeled face to face on the bed, making out and touching each other.

  When we broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes and said, "wish me luck,

  Josie." He asked "for what," and I responded "you'll see." I then kissed

  and licked his neck and chest and stomach before lowering myself and taking

  his dick in my mouth. It was easier and better than I thought, even with

  the foreskin.

  "Oh my God, Mace," John moaned as I slid back and forth on him. "That feels

  so good." (I had used the same Max and Mace logic on John as I had on

  Ellie; on the rare occasion he called me other than Carrot, it was always

  Mace).

  The angle was bad, and my jaw started to hurt. I pulled off.

  "Oh, come on, you cannot stop now."

  "I had to. The angle was wrong. Lie down."

  He did, diagonal across the bed. With my back to his face, I moved my hand

  to the other side of him, and lowered my mouth back to his dick. With the

  curve of his dick, the angle was perfect, and I was able to take him deeper

  than I had before. Before long, he was tapping on my shoulder. I kept going

  until the last second, pulled off, and jerked him to orgasm. He raised up

  as he came, and he bit the back of my shoulder.

  When he regained his composure, he offered that I had "cut it close."

  "I know. But, I didn't want to stop."

  "How was it?" he asked.

  "Not bad, actually."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. A little funky and odd, but not bad."

  "You did well."

  "Thanks, I guess. You should probably thank Ellie. She gives great head."

  John rolled toward me, whispered "let's not talk about Ellie," put his

  mouth on my right nipple, and took my dick in his right hand. "What if my

  mouth is not big enough?" he asked.

  "Just try your best," I urged. There was some unfortunate initial contact

  with teeth, but John got it worked out and was soon sliding up and down on

  my dick. As I got close, I tapped John on the head so he knew I was about

  to come. John pulled off and started to jack me. I arched my back as my

  orgasm started in my balls and shot through my dick. My cum hit the wall

  over my head. I had never come so hard.

  As John settled in next to me, I asked "what did you think?"

  "It was okay," he said.

  "It was better than okay for me."

  "I am glad. And, I could tell. You hit the wall again."

  We blew each other twice more that night. Each time was better than the one

  before. By the end of the night, we were laying next to each other, head to

  toe, talking and tickling each other's crotches. I took John's dick in my

  hand, suggested we try to come at same time, and started jerking him. He

  did the same.

  "Are you getting close?" he asked.

  "Not really," I answered.

  "Slow down. I am." I did. When he started jacking me faster, I speeded up

  on him, too.

  "I'm getting close," I said.

  "Me, too."

  "Oh, Josie, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," I said, shooting straight up

  in the air. Cum rained down on us. Just as I was finishing, I felt John's

  dick thicken, his body tense under my arm, and cum move through and out his

  dick.

  "We should get some sleep," John urged.

  "I know," I answered, wiping the cum off John and me with the shirt I had

  used earlier. It was getting sticky and thick.

  When we were settled into the pillows, I put my lips to John's and told him

  I wanted to fall asleep kissing him. "Okay," he said, pulling me closer to

  and putting his arm around me.

  "I love you, Josie," I said, into his mouth.

  "I love you, too, Carrot."

  We fell asleep, mouth to mouth.

  Part Five

  The next morning, John and I awoke facing each other. I took his hand in

  mine, intertwining our fingers. We smiled at each other for awhile before

  John suggested that I cancel my weekend plan to visit Ellie, "I think we

  should see where this is going."

  "I'd love to, but I can't," I answered. "There's an event at her firm, and

  she's counting on me being there as her date."

  "Maybe I should go to Chicago to visit Vi while you are gone," he answered.

  "Why, so I have to wonder all weekend what you're up to?"

  "No. So I do not have to rattle around here alone, wondering all weekend

  what you are up to. Although, from what you have shared, I suspect I know

  what you will be up to."

  "I dunno," I answered. "A lot's changed since she was last here." I leaned

  over to John, kissed him on the lips, and whispered, "You know I'd rather

  stay here with you."

  "I would rather you stay here with me," he whispered back.

  "Funny, isn't it?"

  "How so?"

  "Well," I said. "A month ago, I didn't know you. Now, I can't imagine not

  knowing you. And, I had no interest in same-sex sex. Now, I can't wait for

  the next wall to fall."

  "The next wall is a big one," John warned.

  "I know. But, I've been penetrated with toys before. So, I don't think a

  dick'll be much different."

  "Ellie?"

  "Of course. She's into everything."

  "Did you like it?" he asked.

  "You know, I got hard from it, so I must have liked it as some level."

  "Then, it is settled. Tonight, we will try. On the living room floor."

  "Like your next syllable, I look forward to it with great eagerness," I

  said, again quoting Hobson.

  "Me, too," John said, adding, "But, in the meantime, I think we should blow

  each other once more before we head to work."

  John maneuvered around until we were ready to 69. In the past, I didn't

  much care for the position or the action, as it was too much. I felt like I

  was on sensory overload. But, this was like riding a teeter totter. When I

  was down, John was up, and when John was up, I was down. I'd have laughed

  if it hadn't been so hot. John came first, without any warning whatsoever.

  I had no chance (I was too close to coming myself) to pull off, so I

  swallowed. It was bitter, and I gagged a little bit.

  I tried to hold on as long as I could. I thought of unsexy things and

  mundane tasks. I was ebbing away when John grabbed the base of my dick with

  his hand and moved it in unison with his mouth. The stimulation of my

  entire shaft was too much, I announced "I'm gonna come," and I shot the

  first volley into John's mouth as he tried to pull off. The remainder wound

  up on his face and in his hair.

  Neither of us moved. John started to laugh, and I joined him.

  "I tried to let you come in my mouth, I swear," he said.

  "That's okay. I'd rather come on your face and in your hair. I like marking

  you."


  John spun around, pinned me to the bed, and shook his head, trying to shake

  my cum onto me. It didn't work, but we laughed as he tried. He locked his

  hands in mine, lowered his face, kissed me softly, and whispered, "what am

  I going to do with you?"

  "Pretty much anything you want," I whispered back.

  *****

  We had a summer associate event that night, and John thought it'd look

  strange if neither of us showed. We were already worried that people were

  talking about how close we had become in a short amount of time. We were

  convinced Ellie and Vi were the only things retarding the gossip. John

  encouraged me to publicize my weekend in New York with my girlfriend, and

  he started talking excitedly about visiting Vi and how much he missed her.

  I skipped the summer event, pleading family commitments in St. Charles.

  Instead of visiting my family, I went directly from work to liquor store

  and bought and expensive bottle of wine. Then, I swung by Target and bought

  candles. Then, I headed to the apartment and pulled the bag of toys Ellie

  and shared from my closet (It was 1990, and AIDS was still very much a

  death sentence; I probably should have gotten condoms, but I trusted

  Josie's representation he had never been with another man). I retrieved

  lube and a dildo. I coated the dildo with lube, and while waiting for

  Josie, tried to get myself as ready as I could.

  When John got home at 8:30, the wine was open (and mostly gone), the

  candles were lit, and I was as ready as I could be. I was in my underwear

  on a down comforter on the living room floor, listening to the Cure.

  "Great minds think alike," John said, presenting a bottle of wine and a

  candle.

  "We don't need the candle," I said. "But, we definitely need the wine. I'll

  open it while you get ready."

  John went to the bedroom while I went to the kitchen. I returned with an

  open bottle of wine. He returned nude. A fool, he flexed and posed for me.

  "Do you like what you see?" he asked coyly.

  "I'm pretty sure your brain is your best feature," I responded,

  sarcastically.

  Pretending to pout, he complained "maybe I should fuck someone who

  appreciates me for my gorgeous body." I had a lot of options available. I

  thought about responding that minds are more durable than bodies, which

  would have been a sweet response. I thought about responding "good luck

  finding that someone," which would have been a bitter response. I settled

  on "you should fuck someone who loves you tons," which was the right

  response.

  We sat cross-legged on the floor and drank. John was hard, and I could tell

  he was eager. I was eager, too.

  When it was time to go, I laid face down on the floor, with a pillow under

  my hips, so my rear end was raised. John lubed himself and me generously.

  "Tell me if I hurt you," he said.

  "You're about to fuck me," I responded, laughing. "Of course you're going

  to hurt me."

  The details are not important. Suffice to say, there were many false

  starts, it took a lot of work, and there was definitely some pain, but John

  finally worked himself all the way in. I felt very full. As John gave me

  time to adjust, he intertwined his fingers with mine, and stretched my arms

  up over my head. He was covering me head to toe. It was the most intimate

  moment of my life.

  "I love you so much, Carrot," he said.

  "I love you too, Josie."

  "How much?"

  "Tons, like I said."

  >From that point on, we had a new secret word. Whenever we wanted to say "I

  love you" in public, we just worked "tons" into the conversation. It was

  pretty easy. "I have tons to do" or "I have tons of time" or "I'm having

  tons of fun" drew no suspicions.

  "It is all I can do not to buck like mad," he said.

  "You can buck," I said. "But, I think I'd prefer that you not 'buck like

  mad.'"

  John started slowly sliding in and out of me. He was still covering me head

  to toe, and a thin layer of sweat spread between us.

  "I am not going to last long," he said.

  "Good," I assured him.

  He started moving faster, and his breath became ragged.

  "I am so close," he said. "Can I come inside you?"

  "Of course," I insisted.

  He did, pushing into me as deeply as he could. It may have been only my

  imagination, but I thought I could feel his cum entering me.

  John buried his face in my hair.

  "I love you so much," he said, rolling off me. "And, thank you. That was

  incredible."

  "You liked it?"

  "I loved it. I have never felt so close to anyone in my life."

  "I felt the same way."

  "Did it hurt a lot?"

  "No, not a lot. And, turning you on actually turned me on."

  "I can tell," he said, taking my dick in his hand. "It looks like I have

  some work to do." He kissed my neck, which I love. My neck is one of the

  most sensitive parts of my body.

  He proceeded to make love to my body, kissing and licking all the way to my

  dick and back up. He grabbed his wine glass, and poured what was left in it

  down my chest and stomach. I felt it running all over me. He then licked

  every last bit back off of me. I had been ready to come when he finished

  fucking me. Now, his chest grazing my dick was about to send me over the

  edge.

  "I need to come," I whispered.

  "Be patient," he whispered back. He licked down to my crotch, but skipped

  my dick and worked on my balls and where my legs met my pelvis. I took my

  dick in my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

  "Patience," he said, again.

  "I'm not Job," I answered. "I need to come. My balls are starting to ache."

  "Good, that is what I wanted." He moved to my dick, took me in his mouth,

  and started working the head with his tongue. I tapped him on the shoulder,

  letting him know I was about to blow. He kept going, taking me deeper into

  his mouth. I came, a lot. He sucked me harder. I felt him swallow as he

  did. I came more than I ever had.

  "Jesus, Carrot," he said when I was finished. "I thought you were never

  going to stop."

  "I know. That was a big one. Sorry about that."

  "It is alright. It was the least I could do, after you let me fuck you. . .

  . Speaking of which, can we do it again?"

  "Already?"

  "Yes. See?" he asked, standing up and over me, showing me that he was hard

  again.

  "Yes, please," I answered.

  John fucked me twice more that night. The first time, I was on my stomach

  again, like before. The second time, he said he wanted to be able to see

  me, so we tried it on my back. It was more difficult to get started, but I

  liked that I could see what he was doing. As he went at me, we locked eyes.

  I felt like he could see into my soul. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I

  reached up and touched his face. He folded his head into my hand.

  "I do not want to come," he said.

  "I know."

  "I could go on like this forever."

  "Me, too."

  He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. I gripped his head in my hands,

 
hungrily kissing him back. He grunted, and I felt him filling me. The

  emotion and the intimacy and the pleasure was too much for me, and I came,

  too, coating my chest and stomach. John lowered himself to me, covering me

  head to toe. We kissed, gently, without hunger, until we had to stop to

  catch our breath.

  *****

  It was past midnight when we settled into a bath, with me resting against

  his chest. We were both well past tired. John's fingers were in the narrow

  path of hair on my chest.

  "Hey, Mace, I just had a crazy idea. Do you think we should live together

  this year?"

  "That's a pretty public declaration, isn't it?"

  "It does not have to be. We could get a 2 bedroom apartment somewhere

  between Chicago and Northwestern. We could share a bed when Ellie and Vi

  are not over and sleep in our own rooms when they are."