Jay and I were sitting around his house one night, tipping back a few cold ones and watching the game. We'd done this hundreds of times before. We had been friends since grade school and this was not a scene that was new to us. We'd shared our hopes and dreams. We'd shared our feelings and experiences. I thought we had shared just about everything. I was to find out this wasn't exactly the case.
As the night progressed, and the game came to an end, the drinks and conversation began to flow, maybe even a little more liberally than normal. As Jay flipped through the channels to find something else to watch, he happened upon a Skinimax movie that looked like it was shot 30 years ago. OK, so even though the women all had big hair and high-waisted panties, I don't know too many guys in our condition that wouldn't stop to take a look.
On screen, a smoking hot blonde girl with oversized implants and feathered hair was having simulated sex with some dude while her husband watched anxiously from the corner. It must have been called "Voyeuristic Fantasies 5" or something. I didn't think much about it and focused my inebriated eyes in on the woman's jiggling breasts.
"I almost did that one time." Jay said nonchalantly.
"What, fuck a girl in the 80's" I said facetiously.
We both graduated high school in the late 80's and although we weren't exactly Tom Selleck or Kevin Bacon.
"No, watch another guy fuck MaryEllen." he said with all seriousness.
MaryEllen had been Jay's girlfriend for 3 years. She was a shy, unassuming girl with an ordinary face and a mound of black curly hair. She was the type of girl that you might just walk by on the street without giving a second glance. But if you did give her that second glance, you'd notice that 5'9" tight body girl included smallish but nicely rounded tits, long lithe legs and a beautiful ass that were better suited on a swimmer's body.
I didn't know MaryEllen well. It was hard to know MaryEllen well. She was the epitome of the quiet bookworm. Pensive, reserved and subdued. Having said all that, it was that hair that always always gave me the impression that she might have a wild streak. It was dark, curly and wild. It seemed to have a mind of its own.
MaryEllen seemed almost prudish...there's no way could be into this type of thing, I told myself.
Apparently that wasn't the case. I pressed on.
"Oh yeah," I said, trying to hide my interest and the quickly growing bulge in my pants, "how did that happen?" I didn't want to seem too eager to go down this road. We were talking about his girlfriend after all. I tried to show a little decorum.
"Well, we were on our trip (Jay and MaryEllen had taken a 6 month driving tour of the US a couple of years ago) and staying with Scott (a mutual friend). I had always had a fantasy of getting MaryEllen fuck another guy. One night, I tried to convince her to go into Scott's room while he was sleeping, slip into bed with him and fuck him."
I was floored...but veru interested. I took a long sip of my beer as he continued, trying to will my dick to an unnoticeable level of attention.
"I almost got her to do it too, but she kept thinking Scott would freak out and it would be a bad scene."
"So was she was into it?" I inquired...not so innocently.
"Oh yeah, she's totally into the idea. She's actually a bit of a freak." he assured.
Now, I know a lot of guys have the fantasy of seeing their woman with another man, but it's slightly different to hear it first hand from your friend. It's pretty surreal. I certainly had more than one sexual thought about MaryEllen, but since she was my best friend's girl, I would quickly suppress these fantasies. This conversation seemed to have thrown all of those self-imposed boundaries to the wind.
"So, what gave you this idea in the first place?" I found myself interested in the motives that went along with this fantasy.
"I don't really know how it started." he said "I think it's a mental thing I guess. The thought of her receiving pleasure and at the same time pleasing one of my friends...I guess it's a turn-on."
I could understand that, I guess. At least that's what I told myself.
"I think the jealousy factor heightens the fantasy because you have conflicting feelings."
OK, I could buy that. I guess.
I would be lying if I told you I was thinking of anything at the time other than impaling MaryEllen on my dick, but I played along.