Kelly had just gotten off the phone with her ex husband Ed.
"John, Ed just invited us to Seattle next weekend for the Washington-Cal game. He says he's got VIP tickets."
"Well, do you want to go?"
"Yes. I think it would be fun."
"OK, I'll see about reservations tomorrow."
Kelly, John and Ed were all big college football fans. Kelly and John were both graduates of University of California at Berkeley, although John was five years older than Kelly's 40. They were both successful lawyers in Silicone Valley, and had shared a condo in the Bay Area for the past seven years. All three had gone to Stanford Law School. Kelly had married Ed when they were 25, and divorced him when they were 30.
Kelly and Ed
Kelly had met Ed at law school. They were the same age and met their first week on campus, as they shared the same classes. Ed had been attracted to Kelly the first time he saw her. She stood 5'9", had a narrow waist and round, small but full and firm 34 B breasts. She had light brown hair, but almost always wore it blond, and past her shoulders, to go with her fair skin. Her eyes were emerald green, and she had a wide mouth with gleaming white teeth. She also liked to dress in short skirts that showed off her long, shapely legs. She kept her pussy shaved smooth. She exuded sexuality and she knew it. She was likewise attracted to Ed, who was 6'2 and had a swimmer's build. So when Ed had asked Kelly out to dinner she had immediately accepted.
They had agreed to meet at a certain restaurant. Ed arrived first, and had taken a seat in the bar. When Kelly arrived, he sucked in his breath as he eyed her from top to bottom and back up. She was wearing a black miniskirt with black hose and four inch black heels. She had topped it with a white blouse, which although not transparent, was tight, display her breasts magnificently and hinted at the dark brown color of her areola, making clear that she wore no bra. As she sat on the bar stool next to him, he caught a glimpse of her thigh tops and the bare skin above them.
He was drinking a martini, and she ordered one also. Then she turned to him.
"I saw the way you looked at me when I came in. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Ed almost spit out his drink. He was totally caught off guard by her straightforward approach. He stuttered a bit, but nothing came out.
"It's OK, lots of men want to and some men do. If we have a good time, and I like you, I'll fuck you tonight." Kelly liked sex, and had started being direct about it in college. One drunken night she had fucked three guys at the same time at a frat party. She had liked it, and after that had started being direct about what she wanted.
After that their date was mostly like a normal first date. They each had a couple more martinis, and enjoyed a nice meal. Kelly learned that Ed had grown up in Seattle, went to Washington on a baseball scholarship, but after injuring a knee had decided to give up baseball and go to Stanford Law School. Kelly related how she had grown up north of San Francisco, had been a cheerleader in high school, had gone to Cal on an academic scholarship, and despite being a party girl had kept her grades up. Both were smart, funny, and had a lot in common. Kelly was taken with him. True to her word, Kelly went to Ed's apartment, and they fucked three times that night. She was gone when he woke up, but she had left her phone number on the pad by the phone.
Kelly liked Ed, and was having sex with him once or twice a week, but she insisted on not being exclusive She made clear that she was going to see others, and was often not free on Fridays or Saturdays because she had dates. She also made clear that she was fucking the guys she dated at least twice a week. Ed liked Kelly, too, and since she was regularly coming over and fucking him senseless, he accepted their relationship without complaint.
Then one fateful Friday evening Kelly had a date cancel at the last minute. Kelly was horny that night, and had expected a good fucking. She put on a short skirt with no underwear, a t-shirt with no bra, 4 inch heels and showed up unannounced at Ed's apartment, figuring to get laid that way.
A friend of Ed's from Seattle was visiting. Alex was 6'4, 200 pounds, broad shoulders, blond hair and chiseled features. He had been the catcher on Ed's college baseball team. He was very personable. Alex had come down from Seattle for the weekend. Kelly felt her panties dampen when she was first introduced, and began flirting shamelessly. Ed and Alex were working on a pitcher of margaritas, and Ed invited Kelly to have a drink with them. Ed couldn't help but notice that Kelly was flirting with Alex and being obvious about it. After over a year, Ed now knew Kelly pretty well, and had even met some of the other guys that she fucked. She had recounted to him many of her college exploits. As a result, they were now very open with each other. They were all three mildly buzzed when Alex got up to go to the kitchen and make another pitcher of margaritas.
"You want to fuck Alex, don't you?"
"Yeah, but not here."
"Why not?"
"This is your place."
"You've done multiple guys before. Why don't you just fuck both of us?"
"I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Look, I've stayed your "friend" for a year while you fucked me and two other guys every week. You've fucked 20 or 30 different guys in the past year, and I'm still seeing you. I don't think our friendship is in jeopardy. Besides, I want to take our relationship to the next level, more than friends."
"What does that mean?"
"Not really sure, but we can talk about it."
Alex came back with the margaritas and poured them each one.
Kelly took a big drink of hers and was silent for a minute, lost in thought. Then she turned to Alex and said "Have you ever shared a woman before?"
Alex looked at Ed quizzically. Ed shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea where this was going. "Yeah, a couple of times we went in on a hooker when the team was on the road."
"Spit roast?"
"Nahh, DP. I fucked her pussy and Ed fucked her ass."
"Why not the other way around"
"Most college girls were afraid to take me in the ass."
"His nickname was "Hoss."
