Go with it

I say, “You are wild. Do you really want to see me hooking up with another man?”

“You thought it was hot when I went down on my friend,” Monica says.

I can’t deny that. It was hot as fuck. Fair is fair. I shrug, “Alright. Let’s have fun. But you owe me.”

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” I say.

She laughs, “Fine. You can put it in my ass. It’s been a while. You deserve it anyway.”

I give her thick ass a smack under her short dress. Tonight is going to be a good night.

The girls go upstairs to undress and get into something more comfortable. Ross invites me down to his basement bar to start the drinking.

He pours me a few fingers of amber bourbon. He smiles at me, “I should’ve known. I feel like an idiot. I should’ve picked up on it, especially that night at the fire when you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick.”

His long aesthetically perfect textbook dick.

I play the bi-sexual part that my wife set up for me. “I didn’t want to make our friendship weird. It’s nothing serious. Just some occasional fun. Mostly threesomes with my wife.”

“You’ve had threesomes with Monica?” My best friend is more shocked at that than anything else.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few. We used to get pretty wild back in the day.”

“All with another guy?” He leans over the bar, more interested in my answer than his drink.

“Uh just once with another guy. The others were with ladies.”

He shakes his head, “You’re so quiet dude. I feel like I know nothing about you. You’re having wild threesomes. You like to suck cock. What else don’t I know about you?”

I **** on my bourbon and fire spits out my nose. Is that what my wife told him!? That I suck cock!? Holy hell. His expectations are so high. I’m gonna have trouble playing this part.

I throw a bit a truth in there to hazy things up. “I’m in love with your wife.”

He laughs, “What man isn’t? She’s fucking perfect.”

Speaking of his wife, she struts down the stairs in a matching set of pajamas: pants with a button-down top. My wife follows her in her own pajamas: a loose silk tank top and shorts.

Monica grins at me, “I would’ve thought you two would’ve gotten it started by now.”

“We have,” I say, raising my half empty glass.

She bites my ear, “That’s not what I meant.”

Ross fills up two more glasses. As he slides one to my wife, he says, “Chandler has been telling me about the threesomes you’ve had.”

“Oh has he!?” Monica looks at me like that was supposed to be a secret. I don’t care. She told my best friend that I suck cock. I can reveal anything I want.

Rachel squeals, “Oh that’s crazy! You have to tell me about it.”

Monica waves her hands, “Another time! Another time!”

“Just answer this,” Ross says. “Have you ever had a foursome before?”

“I don’t think so,” Monica answers and looks to me for confirmation.

Ross raises his glass in a cheers, “Here’s to our first foursome. Let’s have some fun loving each other. No holding back.”

We all clink our glasses together.