"John, I'd like you to meet Biff and Kelly, my... roommates." Melissa motioned to each of us in turn and we shook hands with the man. It was awkward as it could be, but we were all trying to pretend otherwise. This was the first time we had met Melissa's new boyfriend. Actually, it was weird for me to even think of it like that - I didn't mind her having lovers, but a boyfriend meant emotional involvement and a potential threat to our rather unusual relationship. I had grown quite attached to our living and loving situation over the past several months, and I didn't want to lose Melissa.
My wife, Kelly, broke the tension simply by retrieving a good bottle of Shiraz from our wine rack and asking who wanted a glass. Three hands went up instantly and her laughter coursed through the room, easing some of the pressure.
I tried to imagine how Melissa's conversation with him must have gone. Something like, "John, I have these roommates, a married couple, and the thing is, well - I've been sleeping with them for months. Does that work for you?" No. My guess is that she hadn't told him the truth yet. In fact, Kelly had warned me to be careful of how I acted and spoke so as not to make things uncomfortable. As if I could have done a lot to the relaxed and easy atmosphere we already were enjoying.
Putting myself into John's shoes, I had to admit that it must feel strange to have your girlfriend ask you to join her in a foursome with her roommates. Even if she left off the details about the real extent of our relationship. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Melissa had most likely given him the impression that this was a one-time experiment and that she'd never been with us before. Maybe she would have told him that she and I had been lovers long ago, before I was married, but that there had been nothing between us for years. Who knew? I took a big gulp of my wine and tried to stop speculating. But then again, I hadn't even known about this guy until last night myself, so I was adjusting too.
In fairness, though, the shock must have been a lot worse for him. After all, here's this guy who meets a gorgeous blonde, sexy, fun, intelligent - a real catch in anyone's mind. She has a good job, is great with people, and turns into a wildcat in bed, complete with pierced nipples and clitoral hood. What more could a guy want? But what he doesn't know is that after she leaves his bed, and most other nights besides, she comes home and sleeps with me.
Kelly patted the couch and invited me to sit next to her. I noticed that she had opened two bottles of the wine, which was wise because we had finished more than half of the first bottle already. She lit a cigarette and leaned back into the cushions, exhaling towards the ceiling. I noticed as Melissa followed suit that John got a displeased expression on his face that he quickly tried to conceal. Hmm... I thought. This could be a bit of a problem. Not that Melissa smokes heavily, nor does Kelly - in fact, they are more "social smokers" than anything else, except when it comes to the bedroom: they know I like watching them and indulge me quite often. But of course, a well-satisfied lover is more motivated to reciprocate.
We made some small talk for about a half an hour, which was enough time to drain the second bottle of wine and loosen up a little. During that time I sized John up fairly carefully. He was a nice enough guy, and good looking. I could see why Melissa would be interested in him. From what she had told Kelly, he also had a very large cock. I caught Kelly glancing at his crotch more than once and knew she was eager to get her hands on it. That didn't bother me; in fact I was rather turned on. Kelly had fucked several men since Melissa moved in, and while I didn't know about it until recently, I was happy that she was enjoying herself and liked having my slutty wife back in bed with me afterwards. And I had never yet seen her in action.
As far as myself, I hadn't been with any other women except for Melissa and my wife, at least since I met Kelly almost 7 years ago. I suppose they would have been okay with it since they were both getting around a bit... I say they, because the relationship had definitely grown to encompass the three of us as a unit, instead of being the married couple and the outsider. But the truth is, I didn't really feel the need to seek out other women. Between these two, I could barely keep up as it was. And they were so amazing about fulfilling, constantly, any fantasy that aroused me, I didn't see any reason to seek out other companionship.
Kelly sipped the last bit of her wine and made eye contact with John. Here it comes, I thought. I'd known that Kelly would end up being the initiator.
"So John... Melissa tells me you have a really big dick. Can I see it?"
She didn't beat around the bush at all, I had to admit. John seemed a little flabbergasted and looked to Melissa for an indication of how to proceed. I knew he would find no protection there; my hot blonde lover wanted this as badly as Kelly. Probably even more, because if it didn't go well, she was going to have to make some hard decisions. She smiled sweetly at him, kissed him, and unzipped his jeans, fishing out a semi-erect cock that showed great promise. Melissa stroked him slowly to hardness while he blushed furiously.
She hadn't exaggerated. Fully erect, John was more than a handful - probably about 9" long and rather thick. I'm not badly endowed myself, reasonably thick and nearly 8" long. But I could see that the women were going to have fun with him tonight. John was slowly getting into the swing of things, kissing Melissa back and letting him work his tool in her soft hands.
Kelly was already out of her seat and stripping off the skirt she had been wearing. She took a puff from her cigarette and lifted one leg onto the cushion of the loveseat so that her aroused sex was right in front of him. Then she put her hands on the back of his head and pulled his face into her. "Eat it baby," she whispered to him. "Eat my cunt. Looking at your dick has me all wet in there."
