Chapter 5: Better Than Video
When I got home after the afternoon with Tonya, my mind could not erase the immensely erotic visions in my head. Not only were they in my head, but I had seen them in full color on HD video. The videos of Tonya and I having all manner of sex, and the fact that Phil would be watching them together with her was something that still seemed so strange to me. I was yet to fully understand Tonya and Phil's relationship and lifestyle. However, I had to keep telling myself that it not only worked for them, but seemed to work really well. It was hard to keep my mind focused during dinner, and once again, I was rousted out of reverie by Jean asking, "Are you OK? You seem to be a thousand miles away lately."
I couldn't use the excuse of preparing for the trip and contract negotiation again, but I tried explaining that getting all the paperwork together after the trip was keeping me preoccupied. I was going to have to get myself into a mindset where this "thing" with Tonya didn't take over my brain. For the rest of the evening, I made a special effort to NOT think of the events of a few hours ago. As the weekend progressed, I was able to think a bit less of Friday afternoon although each time my mind slipped back to the events at Tonya's house I'd start to get aroused. Fortunately I could put that arousal to good use with Jean and we had sex both Saturday and Sunday which was something that hadn't happened for a while.
"You should go away to negotiate contracts more often," she quipped. "It seems to put you in quite the amorous mood."
I'm sure if she knew the real reason for my "amorous mood", she wouldn't be making jokes.
I arrived at the office early on Monday morning and, I was sitting at my desk trying to get a head start on the day when I heard the little knock on my door frame. I was not surprised to see Phil.
"Hey Matt," he said with a smile, "Do you have a minute to talk."
I waved him in knowing full well what he wanted to talk about. Why couldn't I shake the lingering feeling of embarrassment and awkwardness about facing him after being with his wife? It wasn't just that I was with his wife, but it was on video for him to watch. However, it wasn't like we were sneaking around behind his back, and he certainly seemed quite at ease with it. He wisely shut the office door and slipped into the chair in front of my desk.
"Matt old buddy that was one hell of a video of you and Tonya from last week," he said enthusiastically. "We watched it at least three times all weekend and ended up fucking like bunnies every time. Lord the part of you screaming for her to take it in her mouth and swallow it was worthy of an award. And leaving her panties on the table? I have to say, a stroke of erotic genius, especially when Tonya told me the story behind them and your little reverie in the hotel."
Despite trying to get used to talking with Phil about sex with his wife, I really had a twinge of embarrassment over him imagining me jerking off and cleaning up with his wife's panties. I was working hard to get used to these sorts of conversations with a guy who until a week ago I considered not much more than a co-worker and golf buddy that we sometimes saw socially.
"I'm glad I could rattle your chain," I said with as much caviler swagger as I could muster at that hour of the morning. I think such conversations go better in the local pub after a few beers rather than first thing Monday morning.
"Seriously," Phil added. "I'm happy that Tonya convinced you not to erase the video. I'm also sorry if it gave you some anxiety to find out about the cameras. I can understand given that this is pretty new to you, but you have to remember that Tonya and I have been comfortable with this for years. It's all kind of second nature to us now, and I'm hoping that pretty soon you'll feel the same way. In fact, that's something I wanted to talk to you about and get you contemmplating. We'd love to have you over sometime with me there in person rather than just playing to a camera. How do you feel about that?"
I have to admit that I was more or less expecting this at some point, but I wasn't sure I was totally ready for it.
"You mean you want us to do her at the same time?" I asked trying to sound as casual as I could.
"Well, maybe not exactly in the way you might have seen in porn movies," Phil answered. "That's not necessarily what we do per se. Both of us prefer that she and you have at it while I just watch and can focus on her enjoying herself. Then when you guys are done, I step in and you have your turn to just sit and watch. I guess that's not the classic 'threesome' in many people's view, but it's something that fits our style. She knows I really love to just watch her be pleasured, and she can really talk me through her enjoyment in a way I love. Hearing her tell me how good it is while I just observe is super erotic and gets me ready to explode. If it's a three way wrestling match, both Tonya and I seem to get lost in the chaos so to speak. If I just sit there, it's kind of like watching her star in a porno movie, and then I get to enjoy myself completely without bumping elbows and dicks with another guy. Besides, I sort of get off knowing that another guy is watching me fuck my wife just after he did. I can't explain it so don't bother asking."
I sat quietly for a few moments imagining the scene. I had participated in a classic threesome as Phil had mentioned, and indeed it could be a bit chaotic at times not really knowing who should be doing what unless it was well orchestrated or you had one person calling the shots. I had known women who had told me that as well. Sometimes too much moving back and forth and all around between her mouth and pussy or pussy and ass could upset the concentration and not allow them to just relax, go with the flow, and enjoy. They loved being with two men, but they didn't want it to be too frantic.
Phil broke the silence. "I sense wheels churning in your head," he interjected. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. We just thought it would be something you'd as well as us would like. Talk to Tonya about it if you want. She can put you at ease about how nice it can be. We've enjoyed several of her gentlemen friends that way. No rush. If you want, and it makes you feel better, you and Tonya can just keep it between you two till you feel comfortable. I'll be ready when you are."
With that he stood. He started toward the door, but turned and said, "Seriously again Matt. I want you to understand how happy I am that this is working out between us like this. I really like having somebody I know and trust in our little group. I hope you're feeling as comfortable as I am about it."
He continued to the door, opened it, waved back over his shoulder as he walked out saying, "Later."
I sat staring at the report I had been working on. I had to admit that the thought of an afternoon with all three of us together and was getting my heart pounding and my dick swelling. I was trying to imagine fucking Tonya while Phil watched and listened to her talk dirty to him and me at the same time. I had learned how slutty she could be when she wanted to be, and nothing turned me on more than an intelligent, professional, well-educated woman behaving like a complete and total slut. I would talk to her about the threesome later, but right now I had to get my mind re-focused. I had a proposal pricing document that had to be turned into the procurement people before lunchtime. I was almost done, but would hand deliver it in a couple of hours if I could get my mind off of Phil and I tag-teaming Tonya.
