Cassie and Eric were friends. They had sex, and he gave head better than anyone else she knew, but friends were all they would ever be. As a couple they would never work.
They were very different people. Eric was neat, a morning person, and liked peace and quiet, and Cassie was none of those things, and had never been able to become someone else just to make a relationship work. They had talked once, when they were both drunk, about being more than fuck-buddies, and Eric had said he couldn't change, and he didn't want Cassie to try and change, and why bother, anyway, when what they had worked well. And Cassie agreed with all of that.
Instead they just had sex.
They never fought. They never let each other down, and never had to deal with the complications of another person's expectations. They had sex every week or two, and spent time together when they weren't naked, and it was one of the most stable, normal relationships Cassie had ever had, because it wasn't one.
They talked occasionally about doing something kinky, about how their arrangement was the perfect opportunity to try something new without judgment or jealousy. They'd talked about threeways, but never seriously enough to try and make one happen. Eric had tied Cassie up and spanked her, but neither of them had really enjoyed doing either. Cassie had other fantasies, and she assumed Eric did too, and she planned to sit down one day and ask what they should try. But it never quite happened. Because with Eric she got a lot of really good oral sex, and she was satisfied with that, and so mostly she forgot to ask.
Then one day she saw Eric's computer.
*
It was after sex. Cassie was still sweaty and hot and breathing hard, but she decided she'd better see what was happening at work. She had slipped away a couple of hours early and she wasn't sure if anyone had noticed.
Eric's computer was on the floor beside the bed. He was in the kitchen, getting water.
"Can I check my email?" Cassie shouted.
He shouted something back she couldn't hear properly.
She picked the computer up, turned it on, and stopped, staring at the screen.
A dirty photo. A woman on her knees, a man at each end of her. One cock in her mouth, one in her pussy. A lot more men standing around watching. A crowd.
"I said hold on," Eric said from the doorway.
"Yeah," Cassie said. "I can kind of see why."
He came over and handed her a glass. He didn't seem that embarrassed, more just wondering how she'd react. She was wondering that herself. She sipped water, poked at the keyboard, made the photos go past one after another. More of the same orgy. More ways for several men to fuck one woman.
"You like this?" Cassie said.
He shrugged and sat down.
"You like it enough you need to look at it, right before I come over?"
Another shrug.
"Are you thinking about me like that, while we fuck?" she said.
He didn't answer, so this time she waited. She sat still, looked at him, and waited.
"Actually, yeah," he said, after a while.
"Which one are you? In your head?"
"It doesn't work like that."
"Which one?"
"Behind you."
She grinned. Of course he was. He always seemed to end up behind her. She pressed at the arrow key and looked at a few more photos.
"It looks kind of crowded," Cassie said. "And maybe sticky." She looked at the photos and couldn't decide if she was turned on or horrified.
"A bit, I suppose."
"Have you ever done that?"
He didn't answer.
"I don't care," she said. "Fuck-buddy. It's not problem for me, really. I'm just interested."
"A few times, yeah."
Cassie looked up. She'd expected no, or perhaps a threeway, once, that time in college when everyone was drunk.
"A few times?" she said,
"I have some friends," he said, then stopped.
"Some friends?" Cassie said. She looked at the screen, at the men's faces. She looked carefully, went back a few photos, looking for a wider-angle picture of all the men, including him.
There wasn't one, but she was fairly sure that was what he'd meant.
"This isn't off the internet, is it?" she said.
"No."
"You were there? While these were being taken?"
He nodded.
"Oh," she said. "Shit." She wasn't quite sure what to think. Perhaps that she shouldn't let him fuck her without a condom any more.
She didn't want to look at Eric. She sat there and looked at the photos instead.
Despite herself, she thought the pictures were kind of hot. There was something about one woman and all those men. All that attention, and all those hands and mouths and tongues on her, and not having to worry about getting herself off before one man had finished. Presumably. She'd never admitted it to anyone, but she'd always had a little fantasy about this kind of thing. Not a full-on fantasy, but daydreaming, sometimes. She always paid a little more attention if it turned up in porn.
She went backwards and forwards, and looked at a few more photos, carefully, but couldn't find Eric's face. She thought she recognized his cock, although she wasn't sure.
Suddenly she started wondering what it would be like to be the woman in the photos.
Busy, she thought. Hot. But very much having her needs looked after. It was stupid to try and act out fantasies, though. Everyone knew that. And this really was a lot of men.
"Have you ever thought about it?" Eric said suddenly. "Doing something like that?"
As if he could read her mind. Cassie wasn't sure she liked that. She didn't look up. "Why would you ask that?" she said.
"You're still looking."
Which was true.
She sat there for a moment, and thought that she had nothing to lose. She didn't love Eric, they were just friends, and they had always said they wanted to do something really kinky together. Something so kinky it didn't matter what the other person thought afterwards, because losing Eric as a sex partner hopefully wouldn't also mean losing him as a friend.
"Maybe," she said. "What about it?"
Eric seemed to be thinking that over.
"Oh fuck off," Cassie said. "Everyone thinks about things. I'm just owning up."
"Would you want to?" Eric said. "That, particularly?"
Cassie thought. It was stupid to try and act out your fantasies. Everyone knew that.
