MF, swinging, F-bi, slight M-bi
Dear Reader,
If you believe sex should be strictly monogamous and heterosexual, then my stories are not for you. Please do not read further, or prepare to clutch your pearls. Consider this your trigger warning.
In real life, this story happened early in our marriage, just before our first child. We were together long enough to be secure in our relationship, but young enough to be horny ALL of the time.
If you liked (or disliked) the story, please do write in the comments. I do read them, and constructive criticism is how we grow as writers. Thank you.
I.
Good steak, and good friends. That's exactly what I needed that rainy friday night in March. After more than a year, the four of us guys finally got together again. We used to be bandmates back in high school, but you know how life happens while you're busy making plans.
Andrew the guitarist showed us photos of his baby boy. Awws were duly exchanged.
James, who hadn't met my wife, asked if I had pictures of her. I fumbled with my phone, keeping it close to my chest, scrolling through a myriad of photos, trying to find a presentable picture of Marie. Nope, not that one. Nuh-uh, too slutty.
Ben came to the rescue, holding up his phone with pictures of Marie.
"Dude, what the hell? Explain yourself," I asked, pretending to be jealous.
"Bro, it's facebook," Ben answered, handing the phone to James, who commented favourably on her appearance.
"Looks like you got yourself a goody-goody girl after all," he added.
I smiled and nodded. As if, I thought, remembering how wild she got during our honeymoon.
"And guys, this is Kayla, my fiancee," said Ben, showing another photo on his phone.
It was the two of them on vacation. He definitely chose that photo on purpose. Kayla looked every bit a knockout in her white bikini, her boobs threatening to spill out, long black hair that flow from under her straw hat. I heard a low whistle from one of the guys.
"Good man," said Andrew, patting Ben in the back.
I thought about it a bit. When was the last time I saw Ben? Barely three months before? Yeah, he mentioned about this girl he was 'seeing' but there was no indication that they were getting serious. And now they were already engaged.
Occasionally, Ben and I would meet for lunch or dinner. Usually with my wife, too. He would always comment on how lucky I was, and how beautiful Marie was. He was quite a charmer with the ladies, and knew just the buttons to push to flatter. Sometimes his words strayed slightly into flirting, but Marie always knew to push him back.
"...this August, alright? You're all invited," said Ben, announcing his wedding plan. I wasn't too interested. When, no, IF the time comes, I'm sure he'll formally invite us. I could recall at least 3 women that he declared to be "THE one", only to be omitted from later conversation, as if they never existed.
II.
After dinner, Ben asked if we would all head towards our old pub just one block down. Andrew excused himself, citing parental duty.
"Okay Jamie, it's just us three then," I said.
"Uhm, actually..." said James, who then made some excuses about an early start, and ran off.
Ben and I looked at each other, shrugging.
"Dude, you want to have a drink at our place instead?" He said, "Would be great for you to finally meet Kayla. Then you can tell me what you think about her."
"Hmm sure," I said, "Should I bring Marie along? I don't want to be a spare wheel."
"Please do. We'll be expecting you, say, 10pm?"
"Okay, see you."
I got in the car and called Marie. She was surprised to hear of Ben's engagement. I told her to dress nicely and to bring a bottle of merlot.
"But not TOO nicely. I still want to be there by 10," I said.
III.
Marie made her way out of our front door. She was indeed nicely dressed, in a one-shoulder minidress. Loose enough to move freely, but clings nicely to her torso, showing off her ample hips. As she turned around to lock the door, I could see that it was also backless. The broad shoulder strap ended just above her left shoulder blade, showing off her full back tattoo. The dress is held together with a string that crisscrossed her back, and tied to secure it to the shoulder strap.
She walked quickly towards the car, carrying the bottle of red wine.
"Hi," I said, kissing her. "Is that for me, or for Ben?"
"The wine? You asked me to bring it."
"I meant the dress. You like being complimented by him, don't you?" I teased.
"Silly boy," she said, slapping my shoulder. "Now drive, I can't wait to see this girl who managed to put a ring on him."
"Yes ma'am."
IV.
We arrived at Ben's condo a bit early. The girls introduced themselves to each other, with the customary peck on the cheek. We both took our shoes off and changed to comfy house slippers.
"Congratulations, you two," said Marie, hugging Ben.
I turned to Kayla to give her a hug too. The beach pic sure didn't lie, I could feel Kayla was indeed very well endowed underneath her white blouse. I excused myself to the pantry, and found wine glasses at the usual place. Making my way back to the living room, I noted that I was now carrying 4 glasses instead of the usual 3. Good on him, I thought with a smile.
My wife and I took our usual places on the 3-seater sofa. But across us in the loveseat, there were now two people instead of just Ben.
Conversation started the usual way, about work, family... in the background, the iPod played sexy jazz music.
It was easy to see why Ben got along very well with my wife. They shared the same interests in travel, similar taste in music. I felt the same way about Kayla. She was well educated, and well informed about current affairs. We also both played piano, and shared a mutual interest in hiking.
"Well done mate, she's a keeper," I said. "You realise, she's way out of your league, right?"
Kayla laughed and kissed Ben.
Lubricated by wine, our conversation turned towards relationships, marriage, until Ben dropped a bomb.
V.
"These two," Ben said, pointing at us, "did something naughty on their honeymoon."
I looked down, avoiding Kayla's stare. While this was something we had told Ben back then, I'm not sure how Marie would feel about sharing it with someone she just met. I looked to my right and saw my wife holding the glass on her lips. No idea whether her cheeks were red from embarrassment or wine.
"Come on you guys, tell my fiancee just what you were up to back there!"
Kayla looked at me quizzically.
