The Bikini Part II - Johnny Calls Mike
Author's note: This is a sequel to "The Bikini". The first four paragraphs of this story are a precis of that story. So, read this story as is, or read "The Bikini" first and then you could skip the first four paragraphs of this story.
Erica
Johnny and I have been married for two years. We had lived together for over a year when he asked me to marry him. I was so happy when we got married and I have been happy ever since. He's my best friend, as well as being my lover and my husband. I love him very much. A tall girl, like me, doesn't have as many dates as a shorter girl. I almost never wear high heels, because then I'm looking down on half the men I meet. Johnny is a little shorter than I am, but I never cared about that; Johnny doesn't seem to mind.
The nice thing about being with Johnny is we don't need anyone else. I like hanging out with him; I like making love with him; I just enjoy the two of us sharing our lives together. I even take him with me when I go shopping. One day we went shopping for a new bikini. After I modeled a dozen or so, we selected one and headed home. We were about to get on the mall escalator when this good-looking guy accosted us. He seemed to be selling us something. He wasn't exact about what it was. It seemed to be some sort of self-development related to modeling. I am a very attractive woman and have thought about trying to become a model a few times, but I never did anything about it. He was very polite, and only a little insistent, and, of course, we wanted to go home, where we might change and go to the beach. He said he would walk away if we just said 'no'. Johnny said 'no' and he started walking away. I guess I made a bad decision because I asked him to wait. I told Johnny it might be interesting to hear what he had to say.
He followed us to our house and explained that this was a step-by-step process. He would only describe one step at a time. The first step was to model the clothes I was wearing in a runway walk. I knew how to do that: you walk, crossing your feet to make your hips sway back and forth, then you stand with first one hip and then the other pushed forward; then you can turn around and alternate pushing your hips out, enhancing it by looking back over your shoulder. Nothing to it! Then came the second step, which was doing the same thing in my bra and panties. I was a little reluctant but fell for the argument that I wasn't really showing more than I would wearing a bikini. Soon I was modeling nude, followed by playing around with both Mike and my husband. It was basically a step-by-step seduction ending up with Mike fucking me in my own living room, with my loving husband watching.
The worst part was that it was the greatest fucking I had ever had. Then I had to make up with Johnny. I had thoroughly enjoyed the fucking, but I didn't want it to destroy my marriage or even my friendship with Johnny. I managed to make up with him, and he spent the rest of the evening giving me an even better fucking. Apparently, we were both immensely stimulated by what I had done. We would make love and then cuddle and caress each other, and after a while, we would look at each other and go after each other again.
After that, things seem to go back to normal for the next couple of weeks. After a week or so I began to feel like I would enjoy doing the thing with Mike again. Finally, after we went to bed and made love on a Thursday night, I asked Johnny how he would feel about calling Mike.
Mike had left us his business card. Johnny seemed surprised by my question. He paused for a while. Apparently, he thought the thing with Mike was a one-off bit of insanity. It was a little insane, but this was like an ice cream cone, and I wanted a second lick. Mike did have a bigger cock than Johnny, but that was not a big deal. I hoped Johnny knew that I loved him, and besides that, he's my best friend. Finally, he said, "Erica, it won't hurt to call him and see what he has to say. I'll call him tomorrow."
I knew I shouldn't be excited about this, but I was on pins and needles waiting for Johnny to tell me what Mike had said. We had a simple supper of sandwiches and salad.
Sipping our after-supper beers, he told me what Mike had said. "What we did on that Saturday was Level One of a multiple-level process. Level One can't be repeated. If we want to continue, we will have to go to Level Two. He explained that he won't be involved in Level Two, although if we continue, he would likely be involved in some of the higher levels."
"What did he say about Level Two?" I asked, still interested, but disappointed because I would have been happy with a repeat of Level One.
"Level Two is going to a party at which you would be the principal after-dinner entertainment. It would involve six guys and would basically be a gangbang."
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed. Then I thought, 'Is it really that crude?'. I asked, "Did he say anything else about it?"
"He was specific about the plan for the evening. It would likely be a reunion of a fraternity or team, or something like that. He made it clear that my attendance or participation was optional. At any rate the evening would go something like this: Starting at six, there would be a cocktail hour, followed by a three-course dinner. After the dinner, would come anything goes. He said that he would provide a scanty outfit for you to wear in the early part of the evening. He was specific about what you would have to do in the entertainment portion of the evening. You would have to suck cocks, provide sex on demand, take loads of cum in your mouth and swallow it, and at least in the early part of the evening you might have to suck while you were being fucked. He said the whole thing should be over before midnight."
"I didn't understand if you would be there?" I inquired.
"Are you considering this, Erica?" he asked me.
"I don't think I want to do this, but I want to understand what it is," I explained.
"Mike said that you could go alone, or that I could go with you," Johnny told me. "If I come with you, I could join in the gangbang or merely observe."
"I couldn't even consider doing this unless you were there," I told him. "If I did it, would you do me afterward, but not as part of the gangbang. Would that work for you?"
"So, you are considering it," Johnny remarked. "I still love you, and I'm still your best friend. I would prefer to go with you if you did it, and I would prefer to be the one taking care of you afterward. I'm not real excited about you doing this, but I'll support you either way."
"Johnny, I love you, and I never ever want to hurt you," I told him. "If you're uncomfortable with this, it ends here and now."
"Am I uncomfortable with this?" he pondered out loud. "I'm a little uncomfortable with this, but I think I would be more uncomfortable with denying you something that you really want. You shouldn't do this, unless you are certain you want to do it, but if you want to proceed, I'm on board."
"Oh God, Johnny, I love you so much!" I confessed. "As far as doing this, it has its good points, and bad points. It seems a little exciting, but I don't want to do anything that would harm our relationship."
"Our relationship survived your performance with Mike, and I have no doubt that it will survive this if you decide to go forward," Johnny articulated. "I can't tell how much you want this, so you have to decide."
