Kathy and I had downed a few glasses of wine so I decided, instead of driving, I'd ride my bike to Yung's Egg Foo instead to pick up the order she'd placed a few minutes before.
"Steve'll be here, too, so I ordered a little extra orange chicken and egg rolls." We had known Steve and Debbie as a couple since high school: debutant cheer leader marries football hero. Unsaid was that he knocked her up and so did 'the honorable thing.' In month four she had a miscarriage. That was a bit of a tipping point for the four of us. She tried to deal with it and shed a lot of tears on Kathy's shoulder. Steve was actually relieved: he never had wanted to be a dad. He tried to be supportive and sincere but Debbie had called it all 'kabuki'. She said that to his face. They separated.
That was a few years ago, though. Over time she pulled away from us because we still liked Steve. In fact, we'd talked about it the evening he moved out. Was he sincere? The jury was still out on that one. No, we didn't blame anyone. Did he still love her? Without question. Did she? We thought, maybe there was a spark there somewhere but so much time had passed... We still don't know exactly why she served him with papers on their anniversary, but he didn't seem surprised. We were. He had told me, coldly, that day "the playground was open again..." and that he hadn't had sex since moving out. He'd had hopes and didn't want to be unfaithful- they were, after all, still married. Now all he wanted was to get laid. I laughed softly at the pathos.
I'd known him since 6th grade. He was a natural athlete: track and field, baseball, excelled at football, lived and breathed hockey but had never played. He was second string quarterback. I was his running back but injured a knee in my junior year so I took up cycling. He went on to first string his senior year without me.
Kathy and Debbie had known each other since kindergarten. Steve and Debbie hit it off right away, Kathy and I took a little more time. We shared honors classes in everything: biology, English, and history classes in our junior year, and chem, trig, and Econ our senior. It started off as the four of us, then became he and Debbie, and Kathy and me. We were the left-overs, the sugar than doesn't come out of the bag.
I know that sounds cruel or thoughtless but it wasn't. Either of them could have been models and their girlfriends thought we were 'hunks'; there was no second best between us. Debbie was a tall sultry long-legged brunette who loved sports- and Steve- with a passion. Kathy was a voluptuous strawberry blonde with wavy hair to her waist. And they were more than eye candy. Debbie had been an A student in high school and Kathy's lowest grade had been an A- in third grade. And we'd all gotten scholarships to the same ranked local university, although Steve's was athletic: football.
I opened the garage door and saw Steve coming up the driveway. "Hey bro," he said, greeting me with a fist bump.
"Hey bro," I replied, "hope you like orange chicken and egg rolls 'cuz that's what's up tonight." I slipped on my helmet and backpack. "Ridin' down to Yung's, be back in a few. Kathy's in the kitchen. Tell her I said you could have a glass of my Pinot Grigio. Kings and Ducks tonight."
"Sounds good, bro." He walked through the garage into the condo.
I turned down the driveway and onto the street. With any luck I'd be back in 20 minutes to watch the puck drop for the start of second period. Good, no line. Yung said hello and passed me a plastic bag stacked with white boxes with red dragons on the sides. I dropped some chop sticks and a couple extra packets of soy sauce in the bag, stuffed it in the back pack and headed home.
I came in through the garage, stored my bike and helmet, and walked into the kitchen. The door closed behind me. I set the food on the counter next to an empty bottle of Grigio and three empty glasses. The TV was off, which surprised me. Two local NHL teams were playing at The Pond and not a sound? No championship on the line, just bragging rights. Steve should be screaming at the screen, Kathy screaming for whomever Steve wasn't. Neither were. I looked around the corner into the living room but it was dark.
Kathy came up silently behind me, nuzzled her lips against my ear and teased the lobe gently with her teeth.. It startled me a little at first. She hugged me, her hands cupped over my zipper and pressed a little against the soft bulge. I smiled and turned around. "What brings this..." The lusty look in her eyes and a torrent of kisses were the message: time to fuck.
Her hair wasn't in the workout ponytail it had been before I left. It fell in thick copper waves across her shoulders and down her back. She was in her teeshirt but the sports bra was gone and she was barefoot. Her lips went back to teasing my earlobe. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and rubbed my cock through the underwear with the palm of her hand.
"Steve wants to fuck me now," she whispered, "and I'm going to let him." She was breathing, almost panting, in my ear "and I want you to fuck me. Now. Too."
He'd said he wanted to get laid. I didn't think it was my wife he wanted to lay with.
Her hand slipped beneath my underwear She stroked me, I got hard. Not rock hard, but definitely aroused. We kissed. This was crazy, insane, beyond the pale. She was seducing me into believing threesome sex with my best friend would be good sex, sensual, immensely pleasurable.
"I want to be with both of you tonight." Insane. I was finding it impossible to do the mental gymnastics. My imagination played it as a porn video where some wimpy geek watches a well-hung Adonis stud cum inside his gorgeous wife, and in this one I was going to be the geek.
But I wasn't wimpy or a geek, and Steve was no Adonis. Kathy, though, was certainly a Venus and her body right now was reeking of sexuality. She was going to let Steve fuck her whether I was there or not.
Breathing in my ear, whispering, "I'm going back into the bedroom." Her lips pressed against my cheek, "I want you to fuck me while I suck his cock some more. He's got a thick cock."
Without saying a word, I decided to go with the rationalization. She pulled me toward the bedroom using my cock like a leash.
Steve was laying shirtless on the bed. His pants were pulled down almost to his knees. His erection had softened a little while Kathy had been seducing me in the kitchen, She stopped a few steps into the doorway and helped me off with my shirt,
I dropped my Levi's and underwear to the floor and kicked off my shoes. She pulled off her teeshirt and slid out of her skin tight shorts. She wasn't wearing panties- they were already lying on the floor next to a bra and her sneakers. She'd been in bed naked with him already. Steve lifted his hips and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one motion. We were all naked.
Of course I'm a little biased but standing in the partial shadows of the dimly lit room she was beautiful, sensual, and downright hot. Thick golden trusses to the middle of her back, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, soft kissable lips- she was the whole package. Not distance runner lithe and slim like Debbie, she was a few inches shorter, more compact, with an hourglass figure. Curvy hips, tight muscular abs and legs, and a pair of 36D tits, like perfect teardrops, made to be manhandled.
She got on the bed and onto her knees, her right calf resting against Steve's thigh. She took our cocks into each hand and stroked them. We both got hard. With each stroke her breasts quivered, with each breath the dark brown nipples rose and fell. Blonde hair with the slightest strawberry highlights moved ever so slightly across her shoulders as her arms moved up and down. Her back curved down to a pair of beautifully rounded butt cheeks.
Steve's middle finger was buried to the knuckles slowly moving in and out between her wet swollen lips. She didn't shave her pussy, it was naturally as bald as a baby with only the slightest tuft of blonde curls floating above the mons. "Oh Kath, you are so wet."
Her abdomen twitched with each stroke as little mini-orgasms shot through her body. "Three guesses why, you fuckin' devil," she replied. She continued to stroke us. Her eyes were shut though. She was far too involved in the pleasures of the moment to do much much talking.
