Going on a Run Was All I Needed

After I tugged Marcella and Kristina into our giant bed knowing they'll snuggle up real tight, I got back downstairs and poured myself a generous shot of ice-cold Vodka.

What.the.fuck!

All of today's events came back to me.

I mean, I knew yesterday was fucking insane, but today! It was mind blowing!

It was a wonderful, life changing, a truly out-of-this- world experience.

Never did I ever imagine that my wife would encourage me to fuck a man, get fucked by a man and suck so many cocks WITH her.

WHILE her very best friend was actively participating.

I gulped down that Vodka and poured a second helping because... holy fuck!!

I texted Paul my thank you again, assuring him that the girls were safely tugged in.

"Good man! You are a treasure," he replied. "Go snuggle with them and have a wonderful sleep."

"I will... and tell everybody that we love them dearly."

I scrolled down to the latest text I got from Pete ("it looks like your ManUtd team is fucked") and contemplated what to write. I needed to at least try to help work things out.

"Hey Pete, is everything ok?"

"Not really, dude"

"I'm sorry - Kristina is here with us snuggled up to Marcella falling asleep in our bed".

"You better sleep on the couch, pervert!"

"Hahaha, I think I will. How are you holding up, buddy?"

"I'm ok - confused, angry, sad. Lonely"

That got me. Poor guy.

"How about I come over tomorrow and we'll catch a game. ManUtd in the morning, go for a run? "

"Ok"

"Don't drink anything else tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. 11 am ok?"

"Sure"

I knew I had to be gentle with him.

I chucked down the rest of the Vodka, laid down on our couch, covered myself with a warm blanket and quickly fell asleep.

...

"Hey honey, you ok?" Marcella was sitting on the couch next to me stroking my face.

While I was waking up, I felt her face close to me giving me little kisses on my forehead.

Everything was dark and I barely saw my wife's profile against the waning moonlight. "Yeah, love, you?" I responded with a raspy voice.

"Yeah", she assured me barely whispering. "Kristina is fast asleep but I missed you next to me. Come to bed and hold me tight."

She gently pulled me up and guided me upstairs to our lushes bed.

Still so sleepy, I laid on my back next to Kristina and invited Marcella to lay next to me. She shimmied up and fell flat asleep with one leg and half her torso over me.

We finally found the deep sleep we so desperately needed.

...

Too soon, a voice far away, stirred me out of the wonderful world of dreams and comfort. "Hey there, my most beautiful souls." Kristina was leaning over us caressing our sleepy faces.

We barely opened our eyes. "I love you so much," she said as she snuggled into us.

My whole body was covered by these two incredible wonderfully warm creatures.

Thank goodness, we all wore shirts and underwear. I mean, come on!

"Oohh, someone is awake!" Marcella said as her leg brushed over my stupidly hard erection.

"Let's see," Kristina asked. They both giggled when they saw the grotesque tent in my Calvins.

I wiggled myself out from under them, stood up facing them and calmly explained, "Morning Wood, my ladies. It's a natural thing that happens to every male body EVERY morning. During sleep, it regenerates testosterone and flushes the blood vessels to make sure everything is working."

"So, it's not because you need to pee?" Kristina asked. "Or you getting horny waking up between two sexy women, hmm?"

"Nope!" I teased, turned on my heals and sauntered into the bathroom.

"Lier!" Marcella yelled after me. I just laughed.

"By the way, Kristina," I started while trying to pee. Thankfully, my boner slowly subsided. "I had a good text interaction with Pete last night. I'm going to watch ManUtd play with him later this morning."

No reaction.

As I came back to the bedroom, I saw them both leaning against the headboard looking down at their hand. Marcella looked up and asked, "Is that really a good idea, honey? Kristina is here kind of hiding for a while. She needs time to think."

"I know. And you should, Kristina. But I wanted to make sure he is okay too. He sounded pensive last night. But of course, if you're dead-set against it, I'll find a reason to cancel."

"No, go. Men seem to hash things out better with a 'bro'. Just, for the love of god, don't tell him about yesterday. Not yet anyway."

"For sure. And you two should have a leisurely day."

After a quick shower, I got dressed, stuffed all my running stuff including a fresh jockstrap in a bag and made my way downstairs.

A quick goodbye to both and my promise not to be back late, I jumped in the car and drove off.

It took just under an hour to reach Kristina and Pete's house. I knocked while I admired their impeccable yard. They both loved gardening and it showed.

"Hey Mark," Pete greeted me and we gave each other one of those bro hug.

"Have you been working out? You seem even fitter now than back in college." I always thought it was a good idea to compliment your friends when you haven't seen them for a while.

"Nah, not really. Yard work. But now that the kids are out, I do get more time at the gym. You?"

"I've been playing a lot of tennis and still swim when I can." We sat down in the living room, watching the teams warm up.

"Just in time, want something to drink? Coffee, iced tea?"

"Wait, I come with you and fix my own coffee. Thanks"

We returned just as the ref was blowing the whistle.

"They have been terrible. I just wonder if our new coach will survive the winter." I started with all talk.

"I don't know what is worse, Mark, watching these clowns push the ball around week after week or knowing that your wife cheated on you." Pete said in resignation and totally out of left field.

I must have looked surprised because he immediately asked, "What? You didn't know? I'm sure Marcella and/or Kristina must have told you."

"Yes, Kristina admitted to us that she had sex with an old friend while you were in Cali. But I'm not sure I would qualify that as cheating. Not exactly any way."

"Mark! Please! Don't gaslight me. She fucked a guy, okay. She told me herself while she..." he paused.

I knew I was taking a risk, but I have known Pete for a long time. We were always frank with each other and today, I wasn't going to be different.

"I know....while she was blowing you. But, apparently, she was responding to a rather kinky question you had asked her." I kind of giggled.

"Wait. What?... Oh god, she told you that too? Fuck me! It's fucking humiliating, Mark! Why would she do that? You all are probably laughing at me."

"Absolutely not, Pete. And for the record, Marcella and I weren't happy, especially the way she chose to tell you. And we didn't laugh at all. We feel awful actually. You two love each other so much. Everybody can see how much you cherish each other. She obviously hurt you - unintentionally."

There are very few things that would make me loose attention during a ManUtd match (and they were up by two), but today, I needed to concentrate on Pete.

"I know. That's why it hurts so much, Mark. And then to tell the world about our private kinks. I can't even look you in the eyes, it's so embarrassing."

"What is so embarrassing? That you fantasize about seeing your wife fuck another guy or the fact that she actually did?"

"Jesus, dude! You don't have to spell it out?" He cried out while he punched my bicep actually quite hard.

"Outch! Don't take it out on me, dick," but I had to laugh. That made Pete laugh as well.

"You have no reason to be embarrassed. Not around Marcella and I for sure. I mean of all people."

"Yeah, yeah - I get it. Sex positivity! Blah blah."

I turned around and looked him square in the face, "Pete, look. I'm not going to tell you how to think or how to feel. You're absolutely entitled to do 'you'. But just imagine - for a minute - how it would have played out when she told you and you would have leaned into your kink right then. I bet you two would still be fucking."

He just chuckled. "It's easy for you to imagine that. Kristina has told me all about your sexual exploits."

"I figured. And we are not embarrassed. Not one bit. I am more surprised that a couple can be monogamous for 10, 20 years or longer. Especially a sexually adventurous couple like you two.

"Pete, in college, you both were quite promiscuous, no? It was fun, right?"

Pete, for the first time actually looked back at me, concentrating on what to say. He slowly began nodding his head and began, "These were good times, but we are not students anymore. We are married now, are parents and we made a promise to each other. "

I jumped in, "A promise of what? We did too. And we kept it. We are the happiest, most caring couple. We are Deeply! deeply committed to one another. But we kept it up because we honestly admitted to ourselves and to each other that one person cannot be EVERYTHING to his/her partner. And it works. Being so liberated feels amazing, Pete."

"Well, it's easy for you to say... as far as I know Marcella doesn't have that dick that you so crave," he slapped his own leg snorting a big laugh.

It was my turn to punch him. A swift little knuckle-punch to his thigh. I meant to hurt him... a little.

"Fuck that stings. You little cocksucker!" Pete responded. "Oh, wait, that's not even an insult to you," and practically rolled off the couch.

"Ha ha, not funny! what's the score anyway?" I looked at the game for the first time in a while.

"I'm winning by one so far," he said between fits of laughter.

"Dick!" I told him and shoved him with my foot to the ground but was laughing too.

"So where do we go from here, for real, Mark? Am I supposed to just accept that Kristina goes behind my back to fuck old friends? Because I so want to stay together," Pete asked.

"No Pete, don't accept. Or tolerate. Don't even turn a blind eye. That would eat you up inside. It would make you miserable. But...." I honestly responded, "If you could manage to shake off some of that 'learned' shame and reconnect with your younger, more liberated self, you might unlock a whole new sexual galaxy. I know for a fact that Kristina would be so enjoying the journey, step by step. I'm sure you know or at least remember how kinky she really is."

"I know, she really was a fun minx, Mark, wasn't she?"

"Is! Pete."I emphasized, "Believe me, she still is. I would even guess she only expanded her own kinks. As they say, the kinks will find you.

"Talk with her, get to know her again. Be honest with her and be curious. Maybe a little vulnerable. Let go of your inhibitions little at the time.

"I want you two to stay together, be happy and, most of all, embrace life to its fullest."

"But what is my first step though. I feel absolutely tongue tied. How do I shake that feeling of jealousy and disappointment."

"I can't tell you what you should do. That is your story to tell. What I can do is to tell you what I would do.

"In tricky situations, I always lead with an apology, like 'I'm sorry I reacted so strongly. You didn't deserve my anger'... or something like that.

"This will allow the other person to offer their own apology. I would let her know how I feel. No accusations. Lead with curiosity. I would not apologize for HER indiscretion but give her a chance to explain."

I could see his eyes slowly light up and a small smile cross his face. "That makes kinda sense. It gives me some hope, Mark. Thanks.

Let's go on a run. I need to think and I do that best by running."

"Yes, let's! I just need to change quickly"

I was hopeful too. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone. Things were looking up... even ManUtd was looking better and were close to a win.

As former athletes we had no qualms stripping right then and there to put on our running gear. As I was adjusting my jockstrap, Pete slapped my ass, asking, "what's that?"

He still is a total jock. "It's a fucking jockstrap, you perv. If I remember correctly, you used to wear them too."

"Yeah, when we were young, Mark. Not in our 40s."

"It still looks good. Marcella actually bought this one. Look, it keeps everything in place while not generating any heat. Dickhead!" I slipped on my shorts, socks and sneakers.

We both put on some AirPods and started running in silence. It felt good. We paced each other well but I could tell he labored a bit.

It ended up being about a 5 mile run. Nothing was said. My coach told us often that a good pace is when you can't speak sentences but still can think them in your head.

When we were approaching his driveway we finally slowed to a walk.

Back in the house, he threw me a Gatorade and took one for himself which we gulped down in one go.

"Fuck, I almost died out there. How do you keep in such good shape?" Pete was breathing hard.

"I love running long distances - especially when we're up at the lake house.

You should come back with me. It'll be a good icebreaker - and plenty of space for solitude."

"You think? Wouldn't that be weird?"

"Not with us. It would be worth a the chance and show that you cared. I trust you to not go ape-shit."

After a quick shower, we hopped into our cars and he proceeded to follow me back to the house.

As we parked, Marcella came out and greeted us with a clearly visible apprehension, "Already back my love? Hi Pete, what a pleasant surprise!"

"Hi Marcella," Pete stood still but looked at her with puppy eyes. "I'm really sorry you had to witness me at my worst the other day. I was taken by anger and sadness. You both didn't deserve that."

This man learns fast.

He continued, "Your husband's magic powers lured me up here to try to... I don't know. But I'm probably not entirely welcomed!" He let his head hang low. I never saw him so small.

She closed the distance on him, threw her arms around his neck with a smile and lovingly said, "You are always welcomed here. And if Mark's magic powers were as good as they usually are, I sense good fortunes for you... and Kristina.

Why don't you go see how she's doing? She is on the back porch."

As my wife wandered over to me and Pete looked at me as if he needed my permission. Poor guy.

I gave him a warm thumbs up and watched him walk around the house.

"What the fuck did you do to him? He acted so... I don't know, compassionate. I love your magical powers."

"His a good guy. Let's give them some space." I took Marcella by her hips and kissed her. "How are YOU doing, my love? Yesterday was crazy! We didn't even have time to talk about it. Thanks for embracing all that is me. You are good for me, you know. This was by far the wildest thing I did in my life."

"I know, my cute little slut. I loved EVERYTHING about yesterday. I was so in-the-moment, I even lost count of how many times I came. And you! I loved watching you. It was THE biggest turn-on in my life. Wait until you watch us on that little video Kristina made. Oh.My.God!!"

Fuck! My dick jumped.

"Fucking hell. You already watched it? I'm getting hard just thinking about seeing our own little porn flic," I quipped.

"I can feel," she noted and squeezed my shaft. But then she turned around, walked with the most sexy stride back to the house and yelled, "Suck you later, Alligator!"

When I came in Marcella was on the couch reading a book. "Hey sweetie, I have four pieces of swordfish. I could make them on the grill with some potatoes, veggies and a big salad. Would you like that?"

Engrossed in her book she agreed.

The prepping time would give Kristina and Pete some extra time and I loved cooking anyway.

When everything was ready to go on the grill and the salad just needed a final toss, I set the table, pit a dry white wine in the chiller and poured everybody a tall glass of water. The grilling would take about 20 minutes - a long enough time for everyone to shift gears.

I gently made my way to the back porch. I heard some chatter but couldn't make out what they were saying but it sounded calm and pleasant. I knocked and poked my head out.

"If it's alright with you two, I'll grill some swordfish. Is 20 minutes enough time? Tell me honestly?"

They both turned around and looked at me, "Thank you so much - yes of course - I feel bad that I didn't even offer to help," Pete said. Kristina just smiled and looked happy.

"Is everything ok?" I just needed to see a thumbs up, please!!

Pete looked at Kristina, nodded with a cute, dreamy face and, both at the same time, said, "Very okay!"

"Cool," I left them be and started the grill by the side of the house.

After all the food was about ready I yelled in French, "Á table, mes chèrs amis!"

I heard everyone gather around the table, and Marcella helped me bring everything in.

Food has this magic power that can elevate everyone's spirit. After a stilted start, our conversations flowed freely. We reminisced about our college days, the many years we stayed friends. We laughed about our kids now experiencing what the four of us experienced some time ago.

"Oh god, I don't want to know," Pete said at one point.

"Relax, they are entitled to their version of fun," Marcella reacted. "I'm sure our parents were happily unaware. Well, ours anyway. Mark's probably gave him all kinds of sex advice. Once, when they visited, they asked if he was being safe with all the boys and girls he frequented; fully knowing he was getting it on. I love them, they are so 'European'. I guess that's why he turned out to be such a slut."

She playfully winked at me. She was right though, and gave a bit more context, "In Europe, we just call it 'enjoying life'. They knew I was bi before I was even 20. But, I wasn't the only one living out a sexual freedom in college, right Marcella?" She knew exactly what I meant. "We ALL were quite the players back then. We all needed that freedom. Marcella and I just never stopped because we didn't think we'd be happy. Ethically non-monogamous.

"Look, I am not insinuating that, in order to have a happy life, you must fuck around. Plenty of people are perfectly happy being sexual with just one person. But couples should do it for the right reasons and not because 'society' or some religion expects it of them. That's when things can go wrong real fast. One indiscretion, one weak moment can burn down a perfectly good marriage.

"That's what I was afraid could happen to you two. That's why I wanted to help.

I'm not condoning the way you went about it, Kristina. And I don't think Marcella does either, but we have to prevent a lasting trauma. If you two can find acceptable common ground and really talk it out, I'm sure, it'll be okay."

"And we are trying." Pete started, "I think we both would love to rekindle what we had when we first dated. It was obvious back then. It was blatantly obvious that we weren't exclusive and I wasn't worry about losing Kristina. And maybe I shouldn't worry now.

"Look, the way we were raised, we all assumed that monogamy was the only option once you get married. You two were just an oddity.

But you kind of opened my eyes today. I know I changed and I have become a bit stuck in my ways, maybe even stubborn or judgmental."

I'm sorry, that I didn't react more mature. It just came as such a shock. I clamped down. All I felt was betrayal, anger and humiliation.

"Wait," Pete gave us a holding hand and clearly wanted to continue before anyone jumped in. "You reminded me how we so easily were able to distinguish sex from love. I mean I proposed to you two days after we had a threesome."

He looked at his wife and added, "When Mark told me that it was an unrealistic expectation to think that your sexually adventurous partner can be everything to you, it all of a sudden made so more sense and immediately knew that I could never be everything to you. Nor that you should be put in a position to have to satisfy every one of my needs.