Friday Night Ch 01 2

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-Janet-

Another Friday night and just like clockwork, Justin has Greg's dick so far down his throat I could hear the sound of his uncoupling as he raises his head to greet me. Honestly it isn't the worst thing in the world, but damn, this mother fucker never misses a date. As I walk over to kiss Greg, I see the desire in his eyes, unfortunately Aunt Flo and her monthly visit have left me feeling far from sexy. After standing back up I sign the word "Bleeding" and hold in a chuckle as he signs back "Sad".

I head upstairs, to shower and give the boys some more time alone. The hot water soothes my body as I stand under the showerhead, letting steam fill the room. I close my eyes and lean my head back, the sound of the water mixing with the sounds of music emanating from the bathrooms mirror. I feel a twinge of disappointment that tonight I won't be able to ride Greg and enjoy the passionate encounter I had hoped for.

As I fall into a deeper relaxed state my mind wanders back to the night we met Justin. It was at our favorite bar, the one with the sticky floors and cheap drinks. Justin was a regular, and his flirty nature had always caught my eye. That night, he was sitting alone at the bar, and I could tell he was curious about us, I kept catching him stealing glances. I knew Greg was curious about exploring his sexuality, and hell, I was curious too. I couldn't resist a little game.

I leaned over to Greg and whispered, pointing at Justin, "What do you think about baby boy across the bar?"

Greg's eyes lit up as he laughed, and then signed, "He's hot, but I'm with you."

I winked and said, "I know, but tonight we play."

With a mischievous smile, I waved Justin over. He sauntered towards us, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire. I patted the stool next to me and offered him a drink.

"You know, I've seen you here a lot, but we've never officially met." Justin's eyes flickered between me and Greg, and he took a seat.

"I'm Justin," he said, extending a hand to Greg first, then turning to me with a charming smile. "And I feel like meeting you two will lead to a lot of fun."

Coming back to the present I smile and continue washing. I step out of the shower, feeling rejuvenated, the sound of Greg's low moans begin to arouse my want to play with my men. I remind myself that there are other ways to be intimate, I smile thinking of all the Fridays before today where we three made sex more beautiful than art at the Louvre. The feel of soft lips on each breast, four hands kneading my flesh, the mix of 3 different sexually charged people releasing pheromones as we all kiss, glide across and fondle each other, a smile plays on my lips as an idea forms.

Wrapped in a soft towel, I head back downstairs. Greg is still on the couch, Justin's head is still buried in his lap, slowly bobbing up and down. Catching his attention at the bottom of the stairs I sign to Greg, "I have an idea." Walking closer I lean in close and whisper my plan into his ear, watching his eyes light up with excitement he rubs down the side of Justin's face, and lifts his head using his chin.

-Justin-

Life just gets better each week, this man, that dick, his wife; the only thing that could make it better is cohabitation. Greg keeps telling me stop trying to fix what isn't broken, and how being apart makes them miss me more or some shit. I only bring it up every few months in hopes he will change his mind, and in the 65 Fridays we have had this arrangement, -53 since I first proposed living together- Greg has held firm.

Monthly when we have a threesome, or more like he and Janet fuck me until I can't walk out of the room. On these nights we all cuddle in the bed until morning when I get up to make breakfast. Well every Saturday I make breakfast; Every Friday night I am here happily between Greg's legs letting his thick shaft massage my throat. I stay overnight in the spare room they've set up for me. Honestly this is the longest, happiest relationship I've ever had. Janet and I go to the nail salon, we all hang out on Saturdays, we've even gone on trips together, but yet I still feel like a secret.

I here keys jingle on the other side of the door, the signal letting me know Janet is home. I ignore the urge to pick my head up and say hi, she has told me before that it is inconsiderate to pause a job to speak to someone who you will see again later. But on second thought, I love the way they punish me after the fact.

Popping Greg's dick out of my mouth, I quickly look up a say, "Hey boo!" before having my head pushed back down.

I hear the two exchange a kiss and then the click of Janet's heels let me know she is headed upstairs. I wonder what is going on, normally she would- Period. The only thing more erratic than Janet's cycle is President Agent Orange. Well with her beauty and intellect, the gods had to hold back somewhere right.

"Hey Justin, take your time tonight. Make it last." Greg says, his voice thick with sorrow. He loves that woman and the way her periods take her out of the game of life is very disappointing. I guess it is my task tonight not only to make him cum, but lift his spirits for her sake.

As I wrap my lips around Greg's shaft, I feel his hands gently guiding my head, setting a slow, steady rhythm. I moan softly, the vibrations rippling through him, and I know he enjoys this as much as I do. I take my time, teasing him with my tongue, swirling and flicking, tasting the saltiness of his precum. I love the way he responds to my mouth, his breath quickening, his hands tightening in my hair. I can feel his length throbbing, and soft groans escape his throat. I pull back, looking up at him, wanting to see his face as he climaxes. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, I take him deeper, letting my lips glide over his shaft. I want to hear his deep groan of release.

I love these moments, the intimacy, the raw pleasure we share. It's a connection like no other, and I cherish the trust and vulnerability we've built. Greg's hands are gentle, even as his passion builds, and I know he respects and adores me as much as I do him. I take pride in my skill and the joy I bring, and I know that, in this moment, I am making him forget his sorrows. I increase my pace, my mouth working feverishly, wanting to bring him to the peak, to feel his release, and to know that I've given him this pleasure.

"Slow Justin." He says, instructing me to do as he asked.

I feel his hands petting my hair, his touch soft and loving. I slow my pace, kissing his mushroom head, gently biting the sides as I continue to stroke. I stay at this pace for a few minutes, looking him in the eyes. I feel like we are connected; he returns the satisfied smile on my face. I blow him a kiss and then take his entire length into my mouth, shallowing as I feel it hit the entrance of my throat. Up and down, nice and slow, I continue this pace, letting liquid drop from my mouth onto his balls. I massage his ball and stimulate his prostate. He moans and says my name.

"Justin," Greg says, pulling me up by my chin. "Momma says she wants to play. Go into your room, pull out your rope, light your candles, and put her strap harness onto the dresser with Dragon."

"Yes Sir." I say as a rise, making sure to show Janet how happy she has made me with a smile wider than the Suez Canal.

-Greg-

It's almost another perfect Friday night as my love walks in and gives a kiss. It's a little heartbreaking that she's on her period so soon after her last. Women who have cycles as short as hers need to receive a government stipend or something.

"Hey Justin, take your time tonight, make it last."

With that I toss the remote aside and rest my head back. How did I get this lucky? I remember when it happened and still can't wrap my mind around how a night out with Janet led to me having a boyfriend and her having another best friend. I guess me deciding to be vulnerable, her being understanding, listening before casting judgment.

It was a difficult conversation, but one that I knew was necessary. I trusted Janet, and I knew that she would listen without passing judgment. Still, my heart raced as I gathered the courage to speak.

"Janet, can we talk, I need to tell you something," My voice steady despite my nerves.

She took a seat, concerned plastered across her face before saying, "Gregory, if you say that you fucked some bitch and got her pregnant, I'm burning this house down, with you in it!"

"What the fuck J, know it's not that," I began, now even more tense. "It's... I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I've realized that I'm interested in exploring relationships with men," I paused. "at least sexually. It's something I've felt for a while, but I've never admitted it to myself or anyone else."

Janet remained quiet, she just took in a breath and let her shoulders lower from her ears.

Feeling that she would not blow up I continued. "You know... we are always sending porn back and forth. The more we send the more we've both been exposed to. I'm just extra curious now."

I had become more relaxed and my words started to spill out. I told her how the Trans women we would send videos of had begun to get me more excited than I thought they should have. How the podcast we listened to led me to more podcast that caused me to ask myself questions about why people restricted themselves sexually. I mean it's all about pleasure and doing what makes you feel good.

Janet's response after I finally stopped talking was everything I'd hoped for and more. She had listened intently, asked thoughtful questions, and assured me that she wasn't seeing me as weak.

"I love you, Greg, and I'm here for you," she said, her eyes filled with compassion. "I'm not going to lie, this is a lot to process, but I want you to know that I support you. I love that you're embracing this part of yourself. I'm honored that you felt comfortable enough to share this with me. Baby, know that I'm in your corner, no matter what."

Her words brought tears to my eyes, and I felt a pressure lift off of my chest. Before she headed up to bed that night, she kissed me softly and whispered in my ear, "You know, I find this a little exciting. The idea of you exploring this side of yourself is intriguing. I can't wait to see where this journey takes us."

Her acceptance and encouragement filled me with a newfound sense of freedom and self-acceptance. That conversation with Janet was a turning point, and I knew that no matter what lay ahead, I had the strength to face it head-on.