(It is recommended to read the first two chapters for background. This is a continuation of the story the following morning, as recounted from the perspective of Ryan's friend Eric)
It had been an exhausting night with minimal sleep, but I had drifted off, waking to the aroma of bacon and eggs from the kitchen, announcing it was time to get up on this warm Sunday morning in late-May.
After peeing and throwing on clothes, I converted the bed back into a couch, opened the door from my friend Ryan's office and followed my nose to where Sara was just setting out the breakfast fare. She smiled warmly at me, and our eyes lingered a moment before my gaze shifted to take in the rest of her. She looked great in her casually-tied robe, lively as always as she moved about the kitchen.
A sleepy-looking Ryan was already seated at the table. He nodded. I joined him there, as Sara set down a skillet on a trivet between us and filled glasses with orange juice. The loose robe provided a great view of her breasts as she did so, but nothing I had not seen in abundance the night before. She joined Ryan and I, and we all started eating.
There was not much conversation at first, which made me a little uneasy considering recent events. Ryan and I had not yet talked about it, but I knew Sara had briefed him on last night's liasions, so I decided to test the waters in a comical manner that would probably appeal to Ryan's sense of humor.
"You guys should really have someone evaluate your bed for safety," I said, between mouthfuls. "For some reason it starts making noise and jumping as if it's going to break its way through the floor boards. I swear I felt plaster dust falling on my face last night. You should tie it down on pillows or something."
Sara tittered, taking her husband's hand. "Ryan, I keep telling you about that. You have to control yourself."
"It's not me who has to exercise control," Ryan countered. "For some reason the same problem occurs with every bed in this house, whichever one you occupy. After you left our bedroom last night, I could swear I heard sounds coming from the foldout in the office below, where poor Eric was trying to get some shuteye."
"And that's another thing, bro -- you have to stop taking me so seriously," I told Ryan. "I know I said yesterday I'd help you keep this energetic, beautiful woman happy, but twice in one night is really taking advantage of my good nature. How many times must I rise to the occasion."
"Damn, I should have set the timer on the night vision surveillance camera," Ryan said. "Reruns are always interesting."
Sara and I chuckled at that. She had told me during our nocturnal tryst the previous night that Ryan had used his security cam to voyeur in on us during our initial break-through a couple hours earlier in the parlor. That seemed a little strange at first, but after thinking more I could understand. I guess I would want to know what was going on too if my woman was cozying up with a good friend. It was a way to observe while still giving us privacy. It did not bother me if he watched as long as it did not bother him watching.
"As long as we're lodging complaints, I have one for you two studs also," Sara said. "From now on I think we're going to have to confine everything to one location. It's just too exhausting for a lady venturing from bed to bed on different floors." Ryan and I chuckled at that one.
Our banter ceased for a moment as we looked at one another more seriously.
"So, we're all cool on what happened last night?" I asked, at last, looking at Ryan, who had given his blessing to a liaison between his wife and me. "No regrets?"
"No, man. We're all cool."
"Great. So Sara, you got anything going on tonight?" I couldn't help asking, to more laughter.
"That sounds nice, but I am serious about one thing, studs," Sara said. "My husband is too special to be turned into a voyeur or a cuckold. It was nice of him to give us some space yesterday," she said, looking at me, then Ryan, "but from now on I want our activities to be carried out either in real privacy or... together."
I looked at Ryan. We were talking about his woman. It was really his call.
Ryan nodded. "No more cams. As for togetherness, it could be exciting, but my stomach lining will have the last say on that.
Sara reached out and took each of us by a hand, then brought our hands together. "Ryan, Eric, shake on that," she said, smiling.
We did so.
I had known Sara for nine or ten years, since Ryan brought her to the apartment we shared while going to college. I was always attracted to her, but had not pursued anything since she "belonged" to my good friend. All that changed suddenly over the weekend, when Sara and I admitted to Ryan -- and to each other -- that we both had been fantasizing about getting it on for years, and Ryan amazingly told us it was okay with him and gave us space to consummate.
I still could hardly believe it. After their marriage, right out of college, Ryan and Sara had eyes only for one another. We all knew each other well enough to talk about any subject, including the possible advantages of polyamorous relationships, but it had always seemed academic -- just an exchange of ideas -- as none of us ever suggested mixing it up among ourselves. This was a new chapter, and I was eager to explore it with them.
Ryan and I did the dishes, as easy together as we had always been during our friendship that dated from childhood. It was if we had just spent the previous night watching a movie and talking about the usual trivia rather than taking turns fucking his wife. We did not talk any more about that, but I could not resist hugging him and saying thanks as we finished our chore. He looked a little embarrassed, and we did a fist bump.
We joined Sara at the river, took a plunge and settled down on the warm, flat rocks. She looked enticing as ever, lying on her back sunbathing, knees bent, feet on the rocks. I planted a goodbye kiss on those luscious lips before driving home in the afternoon to prepare final exams and review my agenda before classes resumed the next day at the university.
It was too far to commute to the job on a daily basis from my small country cottage a few miles from Ryan and Sara's house, so during the week I shared an apartment near the university with another instructor. I went home weekends. It was close to the end of the academic year, and soon I would have several entire weeks of freedom, but the final week dragged on.
It was funny how my body had suddenly come alive again. In the six weeks since my last time in bed with my girlfriend Pam, I had been so down that I felt scarcely any sex drive at all, but being with Sara had revitalized me. Maybe she and Ryan saw my tryst with her as therapy following my near depression after Pam walked out on me, and if so it was working. As the days went on I found myself thinking about Sara, recalling her touch, her beautiful smile and great body, and it made me feel alive again. I hoped fervently that she and Ryan would not change their minds, and the next weekend would bring more delights.
At last, 3 p.m. Friday rolled around, signaling the end of my last class, and I probably beat any of the students out the door to my car for the three hour drive to my country home. Once there, I showered, ate a fast dinner, packed a small bag and drove the few miles to my friends' home.
Sara greeted me with a kiss and a hug. She looked ravishing in a two-piece that did little to disguise her ample natural assets. "Ryan and I were just about ready to hit the river again. Are you game?"
I was, and quickly changed into a swim suit. We went down to the rocks at river's edge and cooled off in the stream. After an hour or so, as it began getting dark, we returned to their house. Sara remained in her skimpy two-piece as she prepared another of her delicious dinners, which was washed down with a large bottle of good wine I had brought.
"Why don't you boys do the dishes and "retire to the drawing room" while I slip into something more comfortable," Sara said. We did so, and cracked open another bottle while awaiting her return, which was not long.
She looked fantastic, in a near transparent cream blouse which showed she had no bra on, and a blue skirt that showed off her curves and long legs. Ryan told me to pick the music, and I put together a play list that would be conducive to displaying Sara's assets as she moved. The weather was not as hot as the previous weekend, which was fortunate as Sara and I were hotter, if anything. We stepped to Springsteen, and before long were moving and grinding together as we were the previous weekend. That was the first time I had ever made body contact with her while dancing, and had found it very sensual indeed. And so it was this night. I pulled my T-shirt over my head as the heat rose. Ryan already had his off. He was sort of jiving on the side, occasionally grinding up against his wife.
