She called him her intimate friend, and Claire made it clear from early on that any relationship I had with her our time would be shared with Jason. She was adamant that any marital agreement we came to had to include him in the arrangement. It was difficult at first, but it got easier to accept that if I wanted her I pretty much had to accept him as well. The kiss they exchanged just after our wedding ceremony was as hot as any kiss I had ever gotten from her, and it lasted for nearly a very heated minute. People at the wedding watched them kiss and only a few thought much of it.
Everybody saw it, and everybody seemed to accept it. Everybody seemed to know that it was Claire and John and Jason. It was almost like at the wedding the three of us were joined together in unholy matrimony. When we traveled to Paris on our honeymoon, yes, Jason went along, it was the three of us seeing other countries. In France the three of us actually walked hand in hand in hand, with her in the middle and her right hand in mine and her left in his. In Paris that was pretty normal and there were threesomes that I could count on the streets of the City of Lights everyday.
I pretty much knew that if I wanted her in my life I pretty much had to accept that if she wasn't with me she was most likely having sex with Jason. If I did something lascivious and exciting with her she was most likely doing it with Jason later that night. At the hotel after our wedding I expected Jason to be in bed with us, but she laughed and said, "Oh, no, I will be with him tomorrow, at his hotel."
As I said at first it was difficult, knowing that my wife had a boyfriend, but she was adamant that he was not her boyfriend, that he was her 'intimate friend' and there was an important difference. Intimate friend only meant that they had sex together, but that he was free to be with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and for as long as he wanted. The reality is, however, that she was most of his life, and therefore he was a very large part of mine.
She never tried to hide anything about him, and she naively felt that a husband should easily accept that his wife had a lover and that was just a fact of life. We were in the Caribbean when she asked if I had any interest in watching them. I had thought about it on occasion, but I never thought it would come to fruition. I liked porn, and I figured it would be like that, me watching other people have sex and enjoying seeing them enjoy themselves and beating off to images of other people's lovemaking. That didn't seem so strange to me, given the popular interest in porn. I figured other husbands would probably engage in watching their wives fuck other men just like they enjoyed watching other people have fun in pornography.
It was what I figured was just a fact of life.
She would remind me when she thought I was becoming insecure over sharing my wife with her intimate friend that in France it was very common, which I had seen firsthand, but I only reminded her a few times that we didn't live in France. She felt if a wife didn't have an intimate friend that she would be featured on a television show called The Unfortunate Housewives of Beverly Hills. "I feel so sorry for them," she would say sympathetically.
The night it first happened that I watched them turned out to be more memorable than I anticipated. He came to our house, as if he was trying out for a sporting event, and led me to our bedroom like matador going out into the bullring. He undressed almost ceremonially and sat on the bed waiting for her. When she was naked she kissed him in the hottest exchanged I had seen since my wedding and they set the guests a blaze with a kiss hotter than the Baldwin Hills fire.
The first thing they did was arrange themselves for oral sex, with her sitting at the head of the bed with her legs spread wide, her knees slightly bent outward, and her pussy fully splayed and puffy for him with drops of lubrication rolling off her labia in anticipation of her intimate friend's lips on her pink and lovely pussy.
He ate her with an energy I had to respect and admire, because it was the hottest pussy eating I had seen in any of my multiple porn collection I kept hidden in the garage. Why I had it hidden when I had a wife who openly fucked another man I will never know. It just seemed like that is what husbands did, they hid their porn from timid, sex-denying wives, which I didn't have. I had a wife who openly fucked her friend and even offered me the chance to watch if I wanted to. I had what a lot of men would object to, but I also knew there was a whole culture out there who envied me and would change places with me in a moments notice, who had wives who didn't like sex, only gave it out at times when all else was finished and prioritized so sex was at the bottom.
I had the opposite. My wife said sex before anything else, although it had to include her best buddy, who she fucked on a scheduled tighter than a witch's pussy. I had sex more often than most men shave, although I had to make sure I left enough time for her to fuck her best friend.
The second time I watched them copulate was on a beach in Europe where they fucked on the sand next to me and climaxed as loud as a train coming into the station. It was not private and a few others watched, as if it was a tennis match where love meant 'nothing' and score meant what was on the board. When they finished a few people actually clapped, as if they had won something and I sat calmly by and smiled as people cheered them on. "Good show," one man actually said, as if they had performed a classic play or something and he liked the ending.
