This is a continuation of "International Relations". Readers should check-out the first installment to understand what is going-on, and why, for this chapter.
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After returning home from my training classes in Switzerland, it didn't take long for my life to get back to normal. Other than the occasional vivid dream, I managed to push to my experiences with Ivan to the back of my mind, and considered the whole thing just an impulsive experiment. No harm done...and since Ivan was highly unlikely to cross my path again...not an event that would repeat itself. I still struggled with the fact that I let it happen at all...much less twice...even though my wife seemed unbelievably cool with it.
"Honey, you really put too much importance on this." She said to me as we talked, a few days after my return. "I'll admit it shocked me a little at first...but hardly different than what I shared with Kim in college. I think guys have a really strange sense of logic. Many love watching two women together...others think tag-teaming a lady is really hot...but you'd think that even touching another man would make their skin melt. Are male friendships really that superficial?"
"No, dear...there are friends that I would die for. It's just different...we're not as emotional, I suppose. Sharing ourselves in that way with another guy is intensely personal...I guess some of us fear it could get out-of-hand." I replied, not really knowing why two chicks eating each other out seemed more acceptable. "I'm a straight, married man with a smoking-hot wife. You should be, and are, the only partner I'll ever need. I feel like I failed you...and in a way that I could never imagined having done so."
Sue looked at me with a puzzled grin. "So you're telling me that I am the only sexual outlet in your life? You never jack-off, or have fantasies about other women?" she said, planting a firm kiss on my lips before continuing. "You're either a liar, or in complete denial. I play with my battery-buddy often when you're away...and I might have to think twice if George Clooney offered me a quick lay. What you did was new, exciting, and non-threatening to our relationship. I know many of my married girlfriends wouldn't know how to handle it if their husband confessed to liking cock...but I'm hardly a conventional woman." Sue kissed me again, rubbing my crotch and pressing her chest to mine.
"I don't like cock." I answered, with a nervous chuckle as she bit on my lip. "You're right...you're anything but conventional."
"That's really too bad." My wife cooed, slipping her finger between my lips. "I'm so hot...so wet...just thinking about your friend's cock sliding between these lips."
I nuzzled at her neck and growled into her ear, "That's really not the best way to turn me on."
Sue lowered my zipper and pulled my rock-hard cock through the fly. "Doesn't seem to make you limp either, tiger. Maybe he forced your hand the first time...but certainly not the second." She said while dropping to her knees and quickly taking my cock down her throat.
I intended to offer a rebuttal, but her oral skills threw my mind off the subject. As Sue buried her nose into my tight curls, the idea briefly flashed in my head that Ivan seemed even better at the task. Shaking the thought away, I focused my attention on the most important person in my life...taking time to truly make love with her.
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Sue continued to tease me with her fantasy of seeing me with another guy from time-to-time, but I learned to brush it off. I was getting more comfortable with having had the experience...and didn't mind if the idea enhanced our sex life. I was confident the novelty would fade, and Sue would eventually let it slide.
Months passed, and eventually Sue rarely mentioned the incident with Ivan. I had not thought much about myself until one afternoon at our local gym. Sue and I usually spend four days a week doing cardio and weight-training. Over the last few weeks, we've developed a casual friendship with another couple who seem to be on a similar schedule. Josh and Patty are also in their late-twenties or early-thirties, in great shape, and an attractive pair. We never meet outside the gym, but conversations are friendly, and it's nice to have partners to help spot when lifting free-weights. Patty is similar to my wife in many ways...same athletic build, without being bulky...dark hair, and firm c-cup breasts. Josh and I share similar swimmer-style physiques...with him being maybe an inch shorter and ten pounds lighter.
Josh asked for my help doing some leg-lifts while Patty finished her time on the treadmill. It's not an exercised I normally do, but something different for my abs seemed like a good idea. Josh lay down on the floor, his head between my legs and hands gripping my ankles, as he lifted his legs toward my head. I would then catch his feet and toss them back toward the floor...repeating a cycle. It seemed like an easy exercise, but required a lot of strength from the abdominals. When it came time for my set, I glanced upward as I fought to maintain proper form. I had a clear view up the leg of Josh's basketball shorts...noticing he wore boxers underneath. There wasn't enough light to see anything else, and I felt oddly disappointed. I also felt a little strange that the thought would occur to me.
The workout was over; we said goodbye to our friends as both couples got in their cars to leave. Sue smiled at me like a Cheshire cat and asked; "I saw you boys had a new routine. So, how was the view up there?"
"Huh?" I replied, with a heavy dose of confusion.
"An opportunity like that, and you can't tell me what he's packing?" Sue said with a giggle. "I can share that Patty has very lovely breasts."
"You can really be evil. No, I didn't bother to look." I said, lying. "How about you...have you and Patty been lathering each other in the shower?"
"Oh yes, dear...right after the pillow fight and wrestling each other in our teddies. They have all those things in women's locker rooms." Sue said, rolling her eyes. "Men really are pigs. I just had a glimpse once while she changed into a sports bra."
"Sorry to disappoint you, dear. I can offer nothing in return." I answered honestly this time.
"They are cute, and I've seen you stealing glances at Patty's chest while she's on the elliptical." Sue said while slapping my thigh. "Not that I blame you. Josh is pretty hunky...I thought maybe you'd have a flicker of curiosity."
I took a deep sigh, and tried to ignore the slight stir in my shorts. "No dear. Besides, that would be a violation of the Locker Room Code. Guys don't look and then tell."
"Ohhhh...I see." Sue said mockingly. "Well I certainly wouldn't want you to violate the code. I'll just have to keep my evil thoughts about the two of you to myself."
"Please do." I said, lifting her hand and kissing the fingers. I understood what she was inferring, but allowed the conversation to end there.
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About a month later, we decided to invite Josh and Patty to dinner with us after our usual workout. They seemed genuinely thrilled, and eagerly accepted the offer. Since going home would add another layer of difficulty, we all agreed to shower and change at the gym, and go from there. The gym isn't elaborate, just a small neighborhood place with equipment, changing rooms, and two showers in each locker room. It's really all we need, and I don't mind not having to pay for pools, saunas, and basketball courts.
When the four of us had finished, Josh and I headed to the men's locker room to get ready for dinner. It never dawned on me that I had never actually seen Josh naked, and really didn't think about it as we undressed and walked to the showers. We shared idle chit-chat about sports and work...not bothering to close the curtains on the stalls that faced each other. It wasn't until I looked toward him...the soap bubbles trailing down Josh's back and buttocks, the well-defined muscles visible around his shoulders as he washed his hair...that I had a sudden flash-back of admiring Ivan's physique in a similar way. My thoughts started drifting back to the feeling of Ivan's warm mouth around my cock, and the strength of his grip at the back of my head. I quickly turned to face the wall...afraid Josh would see my half-hard cock and create problems I didn't want to deal with.
"Hey man...you ok?" Josh asked, tapping my shoulder as I stood under the water, lost in my own thoughts. "You're going to turn into a prune if you stay in there much longer."
"Oh...yeah...just got caught in a daydream, I suppose." I stammered in response, grabbing my towel as Josh dried his hair...his uncut cock swaying between his legs. I looked only briefly, not wanting to reveal my curiosity. I struggled to suppress the urge to touch it, and compare Josh's package to my memory of Ivan's. "You are one sick fucker." I thought to myself, and quickly got dressed. I knew Josh had to see my near-arousal. I was glad he made no comment, and spared my dignity.
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The four of us turned into close friends and spent more time with each other outside the gym. Almost a year had passed, and the ladies seemed to enjoy spending more and more time with each other...often heading to art shows, area festivals and weekend shopping trips. Josh and I weren't quite as connected-at-the-hip, but liked each other's company, and would sometimes hit the local sports bars when the girls were away, or fill-in for each others company softball teams. Sue and I could tell that there was some minor tension between our friends...they weren't unhappy...just something lingering under the surface that didn't come-up in normal conversation.
