Dinner talk

Thank you to _gton91 _for a proof-read.

The setting is a cozy suburban living room with an open floor plan. A fire crackles in the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The smell of rosemary and sage fills the air, mixing with the aroma of homemade chicken parmesan. Chad, who has done most of the cooking, stands at the stove, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at Sarah and Kyle, who sit on the other side of the room. Sarah's legs are spread wide, revealing her wet pussy to Kyle as he sits on the couch beside her. He idly traces circles around her clit with his index finger, making her moan softly.

Chad's muscles tense as he hears this, and he glances over at them sharply. "Maybe you should leave her alone for a while, Kyle," he says through gritted teeth. "She's my wife, after all."

Sarah looks over at Chad, a mix of disappointment and anger in her eyes. "Chad, it's just a little sex game we're playing," she says, her voice laced with exasperation. "Kyle isn't hurting me, and I'm enjoying it." She leans over to Kyle, giving him a seductive smile. "Don't you think, Kyle?"

Kyle grins back at her, his eyes burning with lust. "Oh, I think Sarah's enjoying it just fine," he says, his voice low and husky. "And so am I." He slips a finger into her wetness, making her gasp.

Chad turns away, trying to focus on the food. He feels a combination of jealousy and possessiveness welling up inside him, but he also knows that there's nothing he can reasonably do about it. This feeling was so common for him lately that he began to question his own sanity, or the sanity of the world around him.

As seat in to eat, Kyle proposes an idea. "Hey, since it looks like I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time here, why don't I just move in with you guys?" He looks at Sarah and then back at Chad, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Sarah laughs, her body still responding to Kyle's touch. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Chad," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "That way, Kyle won't have to drive back and forth between his place, wherever it is, and here, and it would be so much more convenient for him to have sex with me." She nibbles on her lower lip, watching Chad for his reaction.

Chad hesitates for a moment, "What do you mean, move in? You can't just move in with us like that." He looks at Kyle, then back at Sarah. "I mean, I don't want to stop you two from... doing what you want, but..."

Sarah sighs, sensing Chad's ****. "Chad, it's not like that. Kyle and I have talked about this, and we both agree that this arrangement would be perfect for us. We can still have our own separate bedrooms, and you can have your privacy whenever you need it. It's just that Kyle really wants to have sex with me as often as he can. I can't really deny him that, that would be wrong."

Kyle chuckles, "And trust me, I will have sex with Sarah all the time." He winks at Chad, his tone teasing but serious. "In fact, I think I would love to do it so much that I proposed we become... fuck buddies you know?"

Sarah leans forward, her breasts pressing against Kyle's arm. "I think it's a great idea," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Chad, don't you agree it is good for me to be fuck buddies with Kyle?" Her tone was soft but it was definitely that his wife's voice she uses when there is no way to say no.

"Sarah, but... what about us? I mean, I don't want us to be impolite or anything but since Kyle joined us, I was feeling left out. I thought we could have this special thing together..." Chad's voice trails off, his eyes shifting between the two of them.

Sarah reaches across the table, taking Chad's hand in hers. "Honey, what are you talking about? Kyle let's you join in when he has sex with me, last night, and just this morning. You had never wanted... this more than twice a day, and Kyle. Well, he wants it much more often." Her voice trails off as she gazes into Chad's eyes, searching for understanding.

Kyle leans in, his voice low and intense. "Look, I get that you want to be the one to have sex with your wife, but if we become fuck buddies, I would like for you to get my permission first." He pauses, meeting Chad's eyes. "You know, just so that you did not feel like stepping on my toes or something."

"Like hell I am," thought Chad, but said, "Honey, you agree to this?" His voice held a mixture of anger and resignation. He knew he couldn't stop them, but it hurt all the same. Sarah's hand tightened on his. "Chad, there is nothing wrong with it. Imagine if we were to have sex, and suddenly Kyle wants to fuck me, that would be weird, for us to suddenly stop, right?" She gave him a small smile, trying to reassure him. "So instead, you would just have to ask Kyle for a permission, so there is no misunderstanding. It's fair for everyone."

Kyle nodded, "That's right, Chad. You see, I don't want you to feel left out or uncomfortable. So as long as you ask me first, I will make sure that everything is clear and consensual." He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink. "And trust me, I will make sure that Sarah is satisfied all the time. In fact, I do not think she would need your.... services ever again."

Sarah reached back and playfully slapped Kyle's thigh. "Oh you, stop it! I will definitely go for some of my husband's services!" She and Kyle started laughing, clearly sharing a joke that Chad didn't seem to understand. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate a little as they continued to chat, but Chad still felt as if things will never go back to normal.