Hector's wife joins the fun. I've posted this to "Group Sex." For those of you bothered by such things, the two men do kiss. This is more of a foreplay chapter. There is a bit of MF oral. So, if you're straight and don't want to read about two men kissing, this isn't for you.
Likewise, if you've done me the honor of following the story from chapter one, in "Gay Male," and a man going down on a woman bothers you, be forewarned.
My thanks again to HotandHollow for editing assistance.
Now, I hope you enjoy.
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Prudence
Jamie's jaw unhinged. He looked so much like a cartoon character I nearly laughed. He was so gobsmacked I was afraid he would either pass out cold or take off running. Hector had told me how he'd freaked out yesterday. I love my husband more than life itself (hey, just because it's a cliché doesn't make it any less true), but he imagines everyone is as brave as he is. Most of us aren't. I'm certainly not.
I suspect Jamie is braver than he realizes but a lot has happened in less than twenty-four hours. I'm sure his head was spinning. "Jamie, you want to sit down?" I asked.
His eyes were welded to my phone, even though the clip had finished.
I set the phone down on the countertop. "Jamie, you want to sit down? A glass of water? Talk to me." I used my official librarian tone. I didn't know if it was my tone that cut through the what-the-fuck fog surrounding him, but he blinked and closed his mouth.
He shook his head. "No, no thanks." He looked at Hector, me, then back to Hector. "Did you guys set me up?"
"Set you up?" Hector responded, puzzled. "What does that mean? We both had noticed you, thought we'd liked you, if we could get past that leave-me-alone-I-am-a-rock-I-am-an-island persona. You're kinda hot, in a nerdy sort of way. You know, librarian hot." He turned and gave me one of those grins I could almost live on before turning back to Jamie. "Besides, I could tell you've been watching my brown ass."
"Bullshit," Jamie snapped but there was confusion in his eyes.
It was clear, to me at least, he wasn't convinced Hector's words were bullshit. I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. "Jamie, we didn't try to set you up, not in the sense of fucking with you or having something to hold over you. We were interested in you, as a possible friend and lover."
"Lover? With the
two
of you?"
"Ay caramba, dude. For a smart guy you're kinda dense," Hector groaned. "Yes, the two of us. We rarely take lovers independently. I hate that stupid 'open marriage' phrase. I don't know what that even means. Polyamory is worse. I don't love anyone besides Prudence. I enjoy having sex with people other than Pru but I don't love them. She doesn't love them either."
He stepped over to the counter and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm hers. She's mine." He turned and rested his hip against the counter. "That doesn't mean we don't enjoy sex, together usually, but on occasion with highly selected others." That grin blossomed on his face. "Mother fucker, you should be honored. 'Set up?' Fuck that. You're part of an elite group, dumb shit."
Someone was approaching the door. I said, "Okay, amigos. I have work to do. Jamie, I don't know about you, but Hector has physics homework, so we'll finish this discussion another time."
Hector kissed me quickly. "No worries, mi amor. Jamie and I are going to our place to bang out the rest of the problems." He grinned at his own cleverness, which made me not want to smile back, but I did. Jamie settled for a wince and furtive glance around the room, as if undercover agents were about to tackle him. Hector, as usual, laughed. "Come on, bro. Let's go show those physics problems who's boss. Once, that's out of the way, I got cold beer, my friend."
"Hey, don't drink up all the beer," I protested. "I'm the one working here. If you two drink up all the beer, there'll be trouble when I get home."
"Oh, shit," Hector whispered, hunched over in faux fear. "We're in trouble now, bro. She's mad."
"Beat it," I smiled at my goofball of a husband.
Not surprisingly, he grabbed at his crotch. "Beat it? If you say so, mi amor, if you say so."
"Jamie, you're closer — smack him in the back of the head for me, would you?"
Jamie shook his head, looking lost. Hector smacked him on the back of the shoulder and turned toward the door, tossing me a kiss as he pushed the door open.
Hector
"Dude, relax, we got homework to do," I tell Jamie, nudging him with my shoulder. "Bro, would it be easier if give you space?" We were sitting at the small table that served as desk and dining table for Pru and me. There wasn't a lot of room. Our place was, in essence, a studio with the bedroom in a separate room. We had a bedroom, a bathroom and a great room. A small counter set the kitchen apart from the rest of the great room. I could move my stuff to the small coffee table in front to the couch but that was about it. The counter wasn't big enough to eat at, much less spread out a textbook, notebook, and laptop. I could move out to the small balcony but the WiFi out there sucked.
Jamie shook his head. "No," he sighed, dropping his pencil. "I'm just kinda freakin' out still. You know, about this whole...whatever this is, hook-up, or what?" He twisted in his chair to look at me. "I mean, dude, do you let other dudes have sex with Pru? I, uh, how does that...do you watch or..."
"Sometimes I watch, or I limit myself to helping pleasure Pru, if the guy is straight."
"And she's okay with what you did, earlier, you know..."
"Sucking your cock?" I couldn't help but grin. He was so fucking cute when he was confused. I totally saw why Pru had pointed him out. Not that I hadn't noticed him. I'd caught him looking at me a couple of times, well before the library incident. I'd also caught him scoping out other dudes. It's really not that hard to tell when someone's eyes are following another person's crotch or ass, even if they imagine they're being circumspect; they almost never are.
"She loves watching me suck another dude's dick. One, because she knows I enjoy it and she wants me to live my life as completely as I can. Two, she says she thinks it's hot and I believe her. But what she
really
likes is to help me suck cock." I didn't think it possible, but Jamie looked even more awestruck. "From the look on your face, I'd say you're thinking you might like that too?" I asked him, trying not to laugh.
His mouth opened but he closed it without speaking. He cut his eyes away from mine and I had an epiphany. I punched him on the shoulder and laughed. "Dude, I can read you like a fucking book. You aren't thinking about Pru and I sucking
your
cock — you want to help her suck
mine,
right?"
He nodded, cheeks burning, looking as if he'd been slapped.
"Bro, if,
if
we get these physics problems done, something like that might be possible." I glanced at the clock on my laptop. "Pru gets off at two o'clock. That gives us a little over two hours to finish up this problem set. More than enough time, if we concentrate. How 'bout it?"
Jamie took a deep breath. "Yeah, sure. I can do that."
Jamie
I managed to answer in what sounded to my ears like a normal voice. Pushing aside visions of me licking up one side of Hector's cock, only to meet Pru's mouth as she licked up the other side, was nearly impossible, but I managed it. I was ruthless, bending my mind, time and time again, back to the problems, the equations.
After the next two, I began to pay more attention to how Hector approached a problem than how much I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock. My respect for the guy's brainpower rose by the minute. He was fucking smart. An hour later, we only had three problems in the set left to finish, but the one we were working on was a total bitch. We took half-a-dozen stabs at it, individually and talking it over, and got nowhere.
I stood and stretched. "I need a break."
Hector nodded and stretched out in his chair, tipping it back as he did so. "Yeah, I agree." He stretched again, emitting a long low groan, then stood. "Hey, you want some water? Bottled, tap, or as we say in Spanish, 'water with gas,' or soda?"
"Plain water is fine. With ice."
"You got it." Hector moved behind the narrow counter that set the kitchen off from the rest of the room.
I absentmindedly tracked his progress by the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing, ice clinking, and then the lovely sound of ice cracking as water poured over it. If you've lived where summer temperatures routinely top out over a hundred degrees, you'll appreciate the satisfaction that sound brings to the heart. No longer distracted by physics, I forced myself to pay attention to the most innocent sounds and images I could find in Hector's small apartment. I had difficulty imagining I'd be able to wrest my mind back to homework if I allowed thoughts of Hector or Pru to surface.
I tried, I really did, but when Hector handed me the glass, our fingers touched. Just a casual brush and I felt my heart lurch. The glass was cold, condensation already ran down its side. I focused on that and not the way my heart rate jumped up when Hector's finger, his fucking finger, touched mine.
He turned and jerked his head toward the patio door. "Come on, let's get some fresh air." He crossed the small room and slid open the door and stepped out onto a small balcony. I followed him. He stepped around a small bistro table and sat down.
I sat in the chair near the door. The balcony was shaded but the day had lived up to the morning's promise. Just sitting I felt beads of sweat sprouting on my forehead. We sat quietly, sipping our water. "This is a nice spot, Hector. The breeze feels amazing."
"Yeah, we spend so much time inside, air conditioned, it's easy to forget how sweet a breeze feels when you're hot. Shoot, it ain't even hot yet."
"It is compared to some parts of the world." I glanced at my smartwatch. "Eighty-four. That's hot in Michigan or Wisconsin."
"You live there before?"
"No, but I have a cousin in Green Bay. She always brags about how cold it gets there."
Hector leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring through the railing of the balcony. When he spoke I almost jumped. He sounded pissed. "You aren't a Green Bay fan, are you?" he asked, teeth clenched.
"What? Hell no. Cowboys."
"That's worse," he snapped, glaring at me. I started to stammer something, but he busted out laughing. "Bro, you should see your face. I don't watch much American 'football'. I'm just fucking with you. Though, if it came to it, I'd always go with a Texas team. The Cowboys are a Texas team, right?"
I started to answer but saw the glint in his eye. "Naw, man. The Cowboys are from Oklahoma."
"Ha, fool me once, eh?" He set his glass down and pulled his tee shirt off, draping it over the railing. He leaned back and hooked his hands behind his head. "That's better, but what happened to the breeze?"
I didn't answer. I was too busy trying not to stare at the thick dark curls under his arm and the line of sweat that was beginning to run down his side. I forced myself to keep my eyes straight ahead and took a drink of water.
"You know, amigo, trying too hard not to look is as obvious as looking," he murmured. "Why don't you take your shirt off? Cool off? I won't bite." He laughed. "Yet, anyway."
"Hector," I started, then stopped, unsure of what it was exactly I wanted to say.
