It was about three months after I ended my relationship with Hannah that I found myself on her couch, nibbling pizza and sipping drinks while we caught up, a football game quietly playing on the tv, the home team losing immensely. A cold, freezing rain fell outside; it was that rain that convinced us to change our plan to go out to dinner, and it was that rain that offered me the convenient excuse to not flee.
You see, Hannah and I had been engaged in an amazing affair. The sex was amazing, but more than that, we got along incredibly well. We were compatible in every important way, talking every day when we couldn't see each other, and unable to keep our hands off each other when we were together. We openly and freely shared our most deviant, perverted fantasies without judgement, and were both eager to make every fantasy come true.
Perhaps my wife was sensing the strength of our connection when she started talking about ending our arrangement... perhaps she sensed a threat. Our open marriage, successfully implemented and enjoyed for years, had come with stipulations, one of which was that other relationships were to be physical only, and not emotional, not romantic. That had never been a problem before.
So I was faced with a tough choice: go behind my wife's back, which I'd never done before, or end things with Hannah. I chose the latter, which wasn't well received, and months went by without any contact. On more than one occasion I had a message typed out to her ready to be sent, only to delete it, not wanting to lead her on or cause conflict.
After nearly three months of silence, she reached out to me, sending a tentative, chaste message. We gradually started talking as friends, both missing that daily communication. We decided together that a friendship wouldn't be inappropriate, that we could keep each other from crossing any lines. No sex... no naughtiness... definitely no genital contact; nothing that I wouldn't do with my other friends. If we could keep that separation, then we could rekindle that friendship. To be safe, we would get together in public, not giving us the chance to give into temptation. But then the weather forecast changed, forcing us to cancel our plans and stay in, and here we were, sitting on the couch in her apartment, doing our best to keep a buffer between us.
I was relieved when she opened the door modestly dressed in jeans and a sweater, her long, curly brown hair pulled back. The v-neck did show a good amount of cleavage, but that was to be expected with her; if her intent was really to seduce, she'd likely be wearing just a little black dress and no bra. When she moved or tugged at the sweater, the edges of the orange lace bra underneath became impossible not to notice. I'm sure she caught me peeking, in spite of myself.
We did our best to limit physical contact; there was the hug at the door, and a few friendly arm touches. But the devil on my shoulder screaming at me to jump on her was ignored, with some difficulty. A few times she was distracted by the beeping of her phone, needing to pause the conversation while she typed out a response. At one point, she excused herself to the other room, needing to take a call. I heard faint conversation, but couldn't make out any words. After a few minutes of quiet, I started to wonder if she was going to come back to me naked, or wearing something from her lingerie drawer that I had enjoyed in the past. I started to think about how I would respond. Could I resist? The bulge growing in my pants told me that I couldn't...
But she came back to the couch dressed as before, sitting next to me (albeit a little closer than before) slightly flushed and with a familiar smile on her face. Our conversation continued as before, catching up on work and life and relationships in general. We both flirted until we caught ourselves and pulled back. I'm sure she noticed my arousal, and I certainly noticed her squirming a few times.
The conversation was finally interrupted by a buzz at the door. She quickly got up and, without using the intercom, pushed the button to open the door downstairs and let who ever it was into the building. She stood at the door and silently smiled. I looked back over my shoulder toward her, puzzled.
"Expecting someone?" I asked.
She didn't respond, just held up a hand to signal me that an answer would come soon.
There was a knock at the door and she opened it. A man and woman were let in, both still shaking water off their coats. She let them in and closed the door behind them, greeting them warmly. Turning toward me, she said "Amy and John, that's Jason." They both nodded or waived toward me, and I quietly stood from the couch and did the same for them. "You two can go to the bedroom," she added to them, motioning down the hall in the opposite direction. "I'll be there in a minute."
They hung up their coats by the door and disappeared down the hall. Hannah made her way over to me, standing in front of me and taking both of my hands in hers. She intertwined her fingers in mine and gently, nervously massaged my hands with her thumbs.
"So, sorry to put you on the spot like this, but I'm going to go to my bedroom and have sex with them. You have three options. You can say goodnight to me now, go home, and we can try to get together again soon. Or, you can get comfortable in the chair in the corner of my bedroom and watch. Or you can join us. Amy and John are ok with whatever you decide. I don't want to pressure you to do anything your wife wouldn't approve of, so no matter what you choose, no worries."
She paused, waiting for my response, waiting for the angel and devil on my shoulders to complete their debate. Then she leaned in and gave me a soft, gentle kiss on my cheek. She let go of my hands and walked toward the bedroom. I watched as she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it in the hallway before entering the bedroom and closing the door.
My cock strained against my pants as I considered my options. In my mind I kept coming back to one question -- which decision would I least regret. Which would leave me least likely to hate myself five minutes from now, five hours from now...
I found the remote control and turned off the tv. Then I took a minute to gather up plates and glasses and put them in the kitchen sink. I turned off the living room light, and made sure the apartment door was locked, my hand lingering on the latch. Then I made my way to the bedroom. I paused at the door, listened. It was still quiet. I opened the door, entered, and closed it behind me.
The lights were dim, but everyone was clearly visible. Hannah wore just matching orange bra and panties. Amy was naked except for a black choker necklace. She had short, dark hair and her back and thighs were decorated with tattoos. John had longer, lighter hair, tied up in a top knot. He was similarly decorated with tattoos and was wearing just black boxers. The three of them were kneeling on the bed, engaged in a three-way kiss, their hands exploring each other.
I found the oversized, very comfortable chair in the corner and sat down. Hannah had planned ahead and spread a blanket over both the bed and the chair; easier for cleanup. I thought about some previous fun she and I had had in that chair, in that bed, in every other room of her apartment. I got comfortable and unzipped my pants.
In the bed, Amy broke the kiss and lay down on her back, her legs spread and her hand gently touching her lips, spreading her moisture. John lowered himself down to kiss her mouth, while Hannah quickly finished undressing, tossing her panties toward me with a wink, and proceed to take Amy's nipple into her mouth. Hannah slowly kissed her way down Amy's body until she found herself between Amy's legs. She hungrily slipped in her tongue and made Amy buck and moan. John sat up and watched for a moment, rubbing Hannah's back and shoulders encouragingly. He slipped off his boxers and held his cock teasingly above Amy's mouth. She watched wide-eyed as he stroked it, with each of her gasps forcing her up closer to the cock. Finally he brought it to her lips, and her moaning was muffled when she took it deep into her mouth.
Hannah spun her body around, positioning herself completely between Amy's spread legs, continuing to work her over with her fingers and tongue, now watching as John fucked Amy's mouth. Hannah reached up with one hand and grasped the base of John's cock, stroking it when it pulled out of Amy's mouth, then helping to guide it back in. She then moved her hand around John's ass, moving her fingers up between his legs from behind him. John let out a startled yelp as Hannah's fingers teased his ass, then she cupped his balls and massaged them. Amy took John from her mouth and laid back, enjoying the fingers and tongue between her legs. She stroked him and looked into his eyes, showing off her big smile and bright red lips. Then she looked over to me and showed me the same smile.
