Talking with Mike and Heading Home

I look at him. He stares back with annoyance and curiosity. Perfectly natural. Well, it looked like the time had come to level with Micheal and try to rope him into our kinky arrangement.

“Get in.” I say. We both get into my car.

I look at him a time before answering. Suddenly I was nervous, unsure of what to say. This man was a brother to me. I cared a lot about him and a lot about what he thought of me. I knew my new fetish would be impossible to explain. To really explain. One either got it or they didn't.

I sigh. Too late for doubts like this now. The last thing I was going to do is lie to him.

“Okay, the truth.” I start.

“The truth.” He says back.

I nod. “Sure. Um...” I shift nervously. “Shit, this is going to sound crazy. Just, don't freak out.”

“Just tell me for fuck sake.” After sitting through that very strange poker night his patience was wearing thin.

“Okay, okay. A while back Jane asked me how many of my friends would sleep with her. I said all of them, she's pretty hot you have to admit. I thought it was just one of those 'who would win in a fight...' sort of questions. Ya know, purely theoretical.” I could see in his eyes he was already piecing thing together. I hurry on with it. “Anyways, I come home one afternoon and she had tricked Gary into our bedroom. I guess she wanted to see if she really could get one of you guys to sleep with her. With me peeping in on them she got him right to the verge of doing it and then backed out. Showing me that she could have gotten Gary right then if she wanted him. Well...”

“No fuckin way.” Mike was one step ahead of me. “She didn't.”

I nod again. “Yeah, she did. I kind of dared her to do it. She fucked Gary there and then. Dude...fuck, I can't even explain what it was like. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. Long story short...we decided to go for it. We decided to answer her question. And dude...fuck, it's given our sex life a shot of rocket fuel. I've never had such great sex...”

Micheal was shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh Jesus John. You've got to be kidding me right now. You didnt!? She didnt!?”

“Yeah, sorry man. You're best friend is a weirdo.”

“You're fucking cuckold!”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I look at his face, a mixture of outrage and disbelief. Like ripping a bandage off all at once I figure I may as well hit him with the rest of it. “She's had them all. All my closest friends. All but one.” His eyes widen. “We saved the best for last.”

“No way, no freaking way! That's what all that shit at the game was about!? All of them!? You let THOSE guys fuck your girl!? Then you come play poker like nothing's weird about that shit!? Dennis is married! Ohhh fuck. Leave me out of this.” He turns and goes to leave. I reach out and take him by the shoulder.

“Calm down. Christ, it is a kink. It isn't like we're hurting anyone.” Though looking past Mike to Dennis' house I wasn't quite as sure of that anymore. “Just settle down. If I'm not freaking out so why the hell should you? What is it to you?”

“It's messed up.”

“It's a fetish, of course it's messed up. As if you don't have any.” I knew he did. “What about Janice?”

“Oh Jesus.” He groans. “I should have never told you about her.”

Janice was a woman he'd dated a few years back. Crazy as a loon but a demon in the sack, so I was told. It was Janice that had allowed my friend to live out all of his foot fetish fantasies. For the few months they were together Mike wore a near permanent grin. Her batshit personality eventually **** an end to the relationship, but I knew that no woman had done for Mike sexually what she had before or since. I knew Mike could well understand having a fetish.

“Dude, it's cool. No judgment.” I say. “I got a foot job today actually and it was pretty great.”

This causes him to crack a smile. “Jane did that?”

“Yeah, I didn't even ask. Nothing seems off the table with her anymore. She's willing to do anal now, deep throat...fuck, who knows what else. This shit has really opened us up." I leave out the boundary I had pushed with our big mutual friend. "Feet are your thing, this is mine. Come on man, don't fucking judge us. We're just having some fun.”

"I'm not judging but..." He turns back and looks at me. “It's fucking weird.”

I stare him straight in the eyes and level with him. “Yeah, yet Jane and I are having the time of our lives. Our sex life is fucking amazing right now. Listen, you know what I'm going to ask you. I know you like her and she really likes you. You both want to do it and I want to see it. We're all consenting adults. You even said you needed a woman to blow off some steam. Think about. Sex, no strings attached. You just have to let me watch. You can say no. It's not like we can **** you.”

Despite his initial shock and revulsion I could see I was bringing him around. I knew Mike better than anyone. If he truly wasn't interested he would have shut this conversation down long ago.

“Just think about it.” I say. “But not too long. We want to wrap this thing up before next Thursday.”

He lets out an exasperated breath. “Whoooo, you guys are too much.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, it's been pretty nuts. I'll tell you the stories sometime. Listen, if you want...”

“I'll do it.” He states flatly, taking me completely off guard.

“What?”

“I'll do it.” He says again as he straightens up in his seat. I go to respond but he puts up his hand. “Okay, stop. You're right John. It's been way too long since I've gotten laid. And I'm not going to lie, your girlfriend is hot as hell. And if you two are into this shit...yeah, fuck yeah! Why not? But I don't want to talk about. You tell me when and where. When I get there you're a fucking fly on the wall. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to look at you. Too fucking weird.”

I grin. “Well, there it is then! Ha ha ha! Thanks dude!”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, you're thanking me!?” He waves me to be quiet again. “Shut up.” He chuckles. “Just...we'll talk after. Okay? I can't talk to you about this right now. It's too weird. We'll see how it goes.” He looks at me gravely serious. “You swear you're cool with this? You swear.”

“I'm cool.”

He nods. “Fuuuuuck. Okay, I'm going home. Text me with the details.”

“Sure man.”

He gives me one last long look before shaking his head yet again and exiting the car. I watch him walk to his vehicle.

YES! The final domino would fall! We got them all! I couldn't wait to tell my girlfriend. I start my engine and hurry home.

I am downright giddy as I zip back to my house. As I pull up I notice Emma's car parked out front. Not a rare sight, especially on poker nights. At first I am disappointed that I would have to wait to tell my girl the news, but then I remember Emma was in on it all. Ha! I'd tell them both. I couldn't wait to see and hear their reactions. I hurry my way inside.

Of everything that had happened over this past week...nothing had prepared me for what awaited me inside.

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(Emma in costume. Ignore the background.)