Katie's close friend Anthony was staying with us for the weekend. Katie and Anthony grew up a block from one another, and their families were close. A perusing of family photos shows the two families present for a litany of BBQs, birthdays, family vacations, and the like. It is safe to say they are the best of friends. I'd wager Anthony is closer to Katie than any of her girlfriends.
Anthony is a pharmaceutical rep and was doing some outside sales in our area Monday. Naturally, we invited him to stay with us and visit versus getting a hotel. Anthony has always been a great friend and help to me. I suppose some men would be leery of their wife having such a close male friend but he has always been very respectful, and we enjoy having him around.
Anthony got in last night. We had steaks and a few glasses of wine before retiring for the evening. Anthony and Katie continued to catch up in our upstairs loft after breakfast. Anthony is quite the ladies' man, and Katie loves to hear his sordid stories while chastising him for not finding a nice girl to marry. He was regaling her with a naughty story about an RN he dated. The kids had all been picked up early for a friend's all-day birthday party. I like to get up and get a good workout first thing, and the gym is only a mile from the house. I regularly run there, lift, and run back. I kissed Katie and told them I'd be back in an hour and a half. She smiled and wished me a good workout.
I got less than a ΒΌ mile from the house, and my blue tooth headphones died on me. I had an extra pair at home and decided I was still close enough to swap them out. I came in the sliding back door as I had locked the front on the way out and didn't bring my key. I walked into the kitchen and realized I could see and hear Katie and Anthony on the downstairs TV screen. The kids had been playing with our networked gaming systems and had been having fun making funny faces at each other from each room. I guess they had forgotten to turn off the system before leaving. The TV upstairs must have been turned off so they couldn't hear and see the downstairs living room. I was about to crest the stairs when I heard Anthony.
"So what gives Chica? You have a glow about you that I haven't seen in a long time." Anthony commented.
"Vic and I are having the best sex of our marriage right now. It's great." Katie responded.
"That's great. Something change? What's the trick in case I find myself ever married for a decade?" Anthony chuckled.
"Well, it started with Vic suggesting we write each other erotic fiction. It has opened some doors, and we can't keep our hands off each other."
"So what kind of stories?" Anthony asked.
"Oh, just fantasy stuff." Katie coyly answered
"Come on. We tell each other everything. This sounds naughty, and I'm dying to know what is getting yall hot like teenagers." Anthony prodded.
"Well...he likes to fantasize about me...and others." Katie shyly admitted.
"He told you he had a fantasy about what?" Anthony said with a shocked face.
"He likes to fantasize about threesomes and watching me with other men." Katie blurted out.
This stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew that she and Anthony shared a lot and gossiped similar to how you'd expect a woman would with her close girlfriends. I didn't expect her to divulge this.
"Oh really?" Anthony said but with a change in his tone.
"Yes, I was a little hesitant to play along at first but the whole idea of him watching me and seeing how sexy he thinks I am through his writing and our role play. Such a turn on!"
"You know what this means right?" asked Anthony while adjusting his basketball shorts.
"What?" Katie asked perplexed.
Ok, I need to give a backstory on Anthony and Katie that I only learned after this encounter. Everything I said before is 100% correct, but there was a lot I did not know. They were childhood friends and practically inseparable growing up. At 16 years old Katie came over to Anthony's house after school one day and walked into his room unannounced to find him masturbating. Anthony is blessed with a sizeable cock. Katie relayed being mesmerized by it when she entered the room, and Anthony never stopped jacking off. Katie says she closed the door behind her and just seemed drawn to it. Anthony took her virginity that day. They proceeded to fuck regularly all through high school and college.
It didn't matter if one or both had a significant other; Anthony had his way with her multiple times a week. Katie tells a particularly hot story about sneaking away from her prom date Senior year to blow Anthony in the parking lot, then coming back in and dancing as if nothing happened. According to Katie, when we got engaged she made Anthony promise to stop. She told him if he pressured her or did anything to disrespect our marriage she'd cut him out of her life. To my knowledge, he was a man of his word. Katie and I had a short but intense courtship before marrying while Anthony was working on the west coast. It is within the realm of possibility he fucked her while we were dating, but it would have been in a short window of opportunity, so I believe Katie when she says they didn't.
"Your husband wants you to fuck other men. We can begin again!" Anthony said while massaging the growing bulge in his shorts.
"You promised me.." Katie said while pointing her finger at Anthony.
"I promised not to disrespect your marriage, and it seems like I'm not." Anthony cut her off and grasped her hand in his.
"Just touch it for old times' sake." he whispered as he pulled her hand to his cock while slipping it out of his shorts.
Katie protested and tried to retrieve her hand, but Anthony was strong and stroked his cock with her hand.
"I can't do this." Katie said.
"It looks like maybe you want to." he said while pointing with his other hand her fully erect nipples screaming against her tank top.
"Just give it a few pumps, like the old days."
Katie gave in, and I saw her hand tighten around his shaft. He removed his hand, and she started to work up and down it.
Part of me was screaming internally with murderous thoughts, but I also realized I had a raging hard-on. This was pretty similar to stories we had shared. I found myself unable to tear away from the screen.