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“Why would you tell him that? We never talked about it,” I say to my wife who just told my best friend I wouldn’t have a problem fooling around with him.

Monica shrugs, “It was the easiest way to get him to say Yes. Do you want to fuck Rachel?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say.

“Then stop complaining. You don’t have to have sex with him. Just feel his body up. Touch his dick. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he blows you while you finger him. Don’t act like it’s the worst thing in the world. Have fun. Ross is just as nervous as you. He won’t push you.” Monica stands and waits for my complaint.

I have none.

I say, “You’re right. Let’s just have fun.”

She kisses me, “That’s the spirit.”

I shake it off. Rachel is the prize. I can take Ross, I doubt he wants to fuck his best friend. Playfully touches and teases may be enough.

The girls head upstairs to change out of their formal dresses into something more comfortable. Unfortunately that means I head to the basement with Ross alone. He pours me a big glass of the expensive bourbon. He smiles at me and cheers, “I can’t believe we’re doing this man.”

“Have you wanted to do it before?” I ask.

He grins at me, pondering whether to answer truthfully. He takes a big gulp before he answers, “Yeah. I mean I imagined it before, but obviously I didn’t make any moves.”

My best friend has imagined hooking up with me. I consider this and take a sip. I say, “I’m gonna be honest: I’m pretty new to this. Do you have much experience?”

“A little,” he says, but the way he follows his answers with a drink makes me think it’s so much more.

“Have you done it with Joey?”

He laughs, “Nah…I mean we used to watch porn together and would jerk each other off. Well actually…,” he takes a drink, “the very last time we did that was in Denver when we all lived together. We got super high, and I went down on him. He said he would do it back to me but didn’t.”

“Typical Joey,” I laugh to obscure my shock that my two friends have done this together.

“I have a confession,” Ross says.

A confession that’s bigger than the fact that he sucked his best man’s dick? I nervously say, “What is it?”

“I’ve seen your hard dick before the contest last month,” he says, not looking me in the eye. Apparently that was a big moment for him, and I don’t even know when it happened.

“When,” I ask. Did he walk in on me fucking a chick or getting my dick sucked that I didn’t know about? Maybe he accidentally walked on me jerking off and closed the door quickly.

He finishes his glass, “I’m really embarrassed about it. I shouldn’t have done it, but I feel it’s right to tell you. When we lived together, I went through your phone. I found some photos you had taken and sent to some ladies. I sent those same photos to myself and deleted the evidence.”

My best friend secretly stole my dick pics more than ten years ago. I have no clue what to say. I’m shocked into silence.

He raises his glass, “I’m sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

I push down all my negative responses. I think of what my wife said: have fun. I raise my glass and clink it with his, “No problem bro. Just earn your forgiveness tonight.” I wink at him.

He coughs at the wink. It’s so unexpected. “Oh shit. I definitely will bro. No doubt. I’ll definitely make it up to you.”

Welp. At least I guaranteed my best friend would be sucking my dick and not the other way another.

The creak of the stairs turn our heads. Our beautiful wives walk down the stairs. In their nice comfortable pajamas. Which is a bit disappointing after seeing them in their sexy formal dresses. But they haven’t taken their makeup or jewelry off. They’re not going to bed yet.

Even though there is an empty barstool, Rachel sits on my lap. She asks, “What are we drinking?”

I wrap my arms around her waist. She’s the reason I’m here. Her husband may want a taste of me, but she’s getting the entire meal. I say, “Bourbon,” and pull her into a kiss, so she can taste the **** on my lips.

Monica cheers, “Hell yeah. Let’s get it started. Ross pour some drinks.”