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House of Three

By: D_Lynn



Author's Note:

This story could easily fit into a number of categories. Namely, Group Sex or Anal. I've chosen Loving Wives, because the struggles that take place would mean nothing without the vow of marriage being at the crux of it.

If you are a devoted fan of my more romantic works or my BDSM novels, you might not like this story. This one is sex first, love on the side. A stroke story with a pulse.

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Prologue

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Jack

I guess there's some lesson to be learned from this story that can be summed up neatly in a single axiom. Like, "be careful what you wish for, you might just get it", or "two wrongs don't make a right", or some bullshit like that. Looking back, I just shrug and think to myself, Shit happens. 

The thing is, if I had it to do over again, I wouldn't change a damned thing. I don't feel one ounce of regret over initiating this whole sequence of events that resulted in one couple's divorce, two men's fantasies fulfilled, and three happy fuckin' people. For me, once I got my mind wrapped around it all, it became one long hard-on. Fuck what anybody else thinks. 

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One: One Crazy Idea

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"Why the fuck do you always root against my boys?"

"Because it's the Yankees. Everyone who isn't a fan roots against 'em."

"I'm living in the wrong goddamn state."

"You just figuring this out? How long have you lived here, 10 years?"

"Since college. Too damn long." An uproar came from the patrons at the bar. "Fuck! I can't believe he's still pitching. I can't watch this."

Jack lifted his beer mug from the counter as he swiveled his barstool to face the other direction. 

"So how are you and Kelly making out these days?"

Kevin shrugged and took a swig of beer before answering. "About the same."

"Sorry to hear that. You still talking about divorce?"

"She hasn't brought it up again after that one time, but nothing has changed."

"What does that mean?"

"We're still not, you know..."

"Fuckin'?"

Kevin chuckled; he didn't exhibit the same level of bluntness as Jack. "Yeah."

Jack shrugged. "Everyone goes through dry times. We went two weeks without, once."

Kevin shook his head. "We haven't done it in two months."

Jack nearly spit his beer out, then choked down what he had in his mouth. "You fuckin' kiddin' me?"

Kevin shook his head.

"And you put up with this?"

"I don't have a choice. I tried."

"She frigid or somethin'?"

Kevin half smiled at Jack's upstate New York accent. It was more pronounced when he drank. "No, that's the part that hurts. I caught her in the bathroom with a, uh, vibrator, the other day. She was reading some book on her Kindle."

"When Em reads that shit, I am guaranteed to get laid."

"Well, Kelly didn't want anything to do with me afterward."

Jack frowned and swiveled back toward the bar. He avoided looking up at the television screen. He could already guess by the cheering in the room how bad his team was doing. Instead, he focused his attention on his troubled friend.

Nearly eight years earlier, Jack hired Kevin to paint the interior of an add-on his crew had just built. Kevin fashioned himself an artist, but to pay the bills, he offered his skills to general contractors in need of freelance painters. 

Despite their differences in general demeanor, they became fast friends. And then best friends. Kevin was the only person other than his wife that Jack confided in. It was just the way he was raised.

Growing up near Buffalo, Jack had been raised to be tough-minded and self-reliant. It was rare for him to talk about feelings, especially his own. And other than the casual gripe about his baseball team or the weather, he never discussed his own problems. This was probably the biggest complaint from his wife, Emily, though being raised in a similar environment to Jack, she'd never say so out loud.

But that didn't stop him from being a good listener. Much to the credit of the general earthiness of New Yorkers, Jack could identify with his fellow man. Pain was real to him. It made sense and kept people humble. It was this trait that drew workers to his business. And created lifelong friends like Kevin.

"How long has this been goin' on?"

"A year, maybe. I don't know, maybe even longer than that."

"Everythin', you know, workin' right with you?"

Kevin laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah, man, I'm fine. No problem there."

"Then what's the problem?" Jack felt that everything was simple. If you just peeled away the layers of bullshit, you could uncover the problem and solve it. 

"I don't know. Boredom, I guess. We just sort of fell into a routine. In her mind, that's a fate worse than death."

Jack nodded his head slightly and drained his mug. He made eye contact with the bartender and presented his empty beer flagon. In turn, the bartender held up two fingers and Jack nodded in affirmation.

His own mind was churning. He recalled a recent similar conversation with Emily. Although the exchange was brief, brought on by Emily's unusual request while they were making love, the gist of it was the same.

"I think these books they read do more harm than good."

"I hear ya. I picked up one of Kelly's. The main guy in the story was over six-foot tall, body-builder physique, hung like a stallion, and rich as snot."

"Sounds like me. Except for the rich part."

"Yeah, well, he was also gentle and sensitive, and completely unselfish in bed."

"Doesn't exist."

"That's my point. No man has all that."

"No. Although I'm pretty close." Jack stopped to chuckle at his own humor before continuing. "It's total bullshit."

"Try to tell them that."

"You'd have to combine several dudes to get close to that shit."

"I know. And on some level, I think Kelly realizes that, because get a load of this ... she suggested we should look into swinging."

"Swinging?"

"Wife-swapping and stuff like that."

"Really? Damn."

"I know."

"What did you say?"

Kevin shrugged. "There was nothing I could say, except that I'd think about it."

"Are you seriously considering it?"

Kevin shrugged and glanced up at the last inning of the game. After a couple of seconds, it was obvious he wasn't going to answer.

"What? You're just gonna go sleep with some strange couple you've never even met?"

Kevin's head dropped forward in defeat. He shook his head, "I don't know."

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As Jack was climbing between the covers, he couldn't seem to get his mind off Kevin's dilemma. The last inning rally by the Yankee's got them off the heavy topic before Jack could give his two-cents worth. They never went back to it after that.

The thing that bothered him was that he didn't know how he felt about it, other than he couldn't imagine himself in a million years climbing into bed with a strange couple. But he wasn't put off by the thought as much as he thought he might be, either. In fact, he thought, the idea might have some merit. 

For Kevin and Kelly, of course. 

Emily slid across the king-sized bed to snuggle with Jack as he got settled. 

"Did we win?"

"Nah."

"Glad I didn't go and watch, then."

"What did you do?"

"Watched T.V. Read some."

Jack's thoughts shot back to his earlier conversation with Kevin at the bar, but were soon interrupted by Emily's roaming hand. It had snaked down his bare chest and stomach and into his briefs.

"That book make you horny, Em?"

"Mmmm-hmmm." She wrapped her fingers around his thick meat, tugging and stroking it to life. It didn't take long for it to be fully erect in her palm.

Ordinarily, Jack would reciprocate by fingering her pussy to get her ready. He'd been drinking, and it was late. For men in the construction business, the workday started early. He was more than happy to indulge his horny wife, but he needed to do it in the least possible amount of time. Then Kevin's words rang in his ear "...gentle and sensitive, and completely unselfish in bed."

"What do you want?"

Emily lifted her head from Jack's chest to look up at him. "Are you asking me what I want you to do?"

"Yeah."

A tiny smirk formed on Emily's face. "I want you to go down on me."

"Is that all?"

"No." 

Emily removed her hand from Jack's underwear and rolled onto her back. A wicked smile had settled on her face that shone through the darkness. Jack caught a glimpse of it as he began his descent.

When he got to the end of her nightshirt, he noticed she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Expecting some action tonight, were you?"

She ran her fingers through Jack's coarse, thick locks. "Yes."

Jack mumbled to himself as he parted her thighs, "I should play hard to get every once in awhile."

The scent of her arousal assaulted his senses and sent his mind to reeling. Nothing smelled as sexy as a woman's pussy. 

Jack stroked Emily's silky inner thighs and then slid one of his thumbs into her opening. "Damn, Em. You're fucking soaked."

Jack twisted his wrist so he could slide his beefy middle finger inside her. It glided in with complete ease, making his cock twitch with jealousy. It would be so easy for him to fuck her in her current condition. She'd already worked herself up to a sexual frenzy, practically. But, he'd agreed to do what she wanted. This time.

Emily moaned quietly as Jack finger-fucked her wet cunt. She liked to be fucked. Got off on it as much as he did.

"Use your tongue, Jack." Emily had never had trouble expressing herself in bed. It was one of the things that turned him on most about her. 

His mouth lowered to her hot center. He swiped his tongue along her deliciously hot, wet folds as he continued pumping his finger into her. 

Emily sucked a sharp breath into her lungs. It was music to Jack's ears. He adored the sound of her arousal. So much so, he was sure he could get off just on that. Almost, anyway.

His head dipped for another taste. He was teasing her. He'd given up on the idea of a quick fuck and decided that as long as he was down there, he might as well make it worth the loss of sleep.

She emphatically moaned as his tongue swirled around her slick flesh. She was wound tight; already teetering on the edge of release. Jack slowed his fingers to a gentle massage as his tongue worked circles around her swollen clitoris. Emily's hips rocked in rhythm with his tongue in a lustful display. It drove Jack to the edge of control. He fought his urge to just fuck her right then.

"Yes, yes. Ohhhh." 

Emily was in rare form; writhing around and groaning like a cat in heat. She slid her hands underneath her hips and spread her butt cheeks.

"Please, Jack."

He knew what she wanted. It was the same unusual request she'd made the last time they were in bed. 

Jack removed his finger from her pussy and positioned it at the puckered opening of her anus. He swirled it around a few times, using her own juices for lubrication, then he applied pressure.

There was resistance to the intrusion, which he was expecting, but once he got past the tight outer ring, his digit invaded her hot channel with some ease.

Jack had never really gotten into anal. And up until a week ago, neither had Emily. Must be those books she's been reading. But he had no issues with fingering her in the heat of the moment. If it turns her on, I'm game. He just didn't want to invest the energy to take it further.

He turned his attention to her clit and went to work in earnest on it, hardening his tongue and flicking it hard across the distended nub. 

Emily arched her back, panting and groaning; spewing half sentences beneath her heavy breathing. "Yes, fuck me."

Jack suspected she was fantasizing about another man fucking her ass but he didn't care. In a moment she was going to come. Hard. And when she did, he'd be on her in a flash to give her one vicious fucking. 

In fact, if he was perfectly honest about it, the visual image of his wife being fucked by another man turned him on. But that was a thought he kept well suppressed. Except at times like this.

"Oh, baby, I'm close. Yes."

Her lewd whispers drove him to increase the rhythm. His own imagination was riddled with outrageously obscene images. Of fantasies unrealized; wild, lurid scenes that could only exist in his mind.

Emily's hips lifted from the mattress as she wailed her release. 

Jack didn't hesitate. He swiftly clamored into position and drove his steel cock into the slick hole that was now quaking in orgasm. He held her thighs still as he fucked her with a frenzied rhythm. It was a scourging fuck; hard and fast, with one goal in mind.

Emily's body had inched up the sheets until the top of her head was tapping the headboard with every stroke. Jack didn't seem to notice, his eyes black and glazed over in wild desire.

A few minutes later, he could feel it building. All the muscles in his body tensed. He managed to slap his hips into her for three long strokes as waves of cum shot through his rod. "Fuck. Yes."

All the tension released at once. Jack loosened his grip on her thighs and let his weight come to rest on top of her. He panted and huffed into the mattress next to her shoulder.

A few silent minutes passed. Jack's breathing resumed to normal. He moved off of Emily and onto the mattress next to her, pulling her body against his in a spooning position.

His hand made its way up her nightshirt until it was on her bare breast. He liked to fall asleep like that. It comforted him. 

"Jack?" Emily whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay with, you know..." She slid her hand over her hip and patted her butt cheek. "...That sort of stuff?"

Jack shrugged. "To an extent. I'm curious where this is coming from all of a sudden."

Emily took a moment to think about her answer. "Different places. Books, mostly."

"How far do these books go?"

Emily turned her face slightly into her pillow as she answered in a meek voice, "All the way."

Jack sighed. "You really think you'd like that? My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than my finger, Em."

"I know. What we're doing is fine. If you're okay with it?"

"I'm good. Is this part of some bigger fantasy you have?"

Emily shrugged but remained silent.

"Multiple guys?" Jack's flaccid dick twitched at the thought.

"Sometimes. But, you're always one of them."

Jack suddenly remembered his earlier conversation with Kevin at the bar. He wasn't in the habit of discussing his friend's problems with his wife, but this was too coincidental to pass up.

And his dick was beginning to stiffen for some odd reason.

"That's so weird we're talking about this. Kelly is trying to talk Kevin into wife swapping."

"For real?"

"Yeah."

"She brought it up out of the blue?"

"They've been having problems. The 'D' word has come up."

"Divorce? Really? Oh, shit. Why?"

Jack shrugged. "Who knows. He said they haven't had sex in months. She wants to spice things up, I guess."

"You know that's not what I'm suggesting, right?"

"I know, Em. You're allowed to have your fantasies. As long as I'm involved." He squeezed her breast possessively as he pressed his semi-hard organ against her back.

After a few moments of silence, Emily spoke up. "We should have them over. Maybe they just need to interact with other couples more."

"I think that's what she has in mind."

Emily elbowed Jack. "That's not what I meant. I think we could be a good role model for them. Don't you?"

Jack rolled his eyes. The conversation had stretched beyond his interest level and he was having some difficulty staying awake. "If you say so."

If Emily replied, he didn't hear it.

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Two: The Party

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"JACK!"

Jack emerged from the bedroom doorway, "What?!"

"I've been calling you for the last five minutes."

"I was in the bathroom. Jeez! What do you want?"

"Come get your work boots off the floor and bring me that pile of dirty glasses you're collecting on that table next to your chair."

You had to call me all the way in here for this? "It's only Kevin and Kelly. They've been here before."

"I don't care. Are you going to argue with me on this?"

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes. No, of course not, DEAR. 

The snarky comments rattled around in his head but he wisely kept them to himself. He hadn't survived a decade of marriage by accident. He knew when to pick his fights. 

"Do you think you can finish straightening up while I get ready?"

Jack looked around the room. What is there to 'straighten'? He shrugged and nodded, "Sure."

Emily huffed at him just before ducking into the master bedroom. "Jack, I mean it."

What is her problem? He lifted the remote control and plopped down in his recliner. He was still surfing the guide for sporting events when the doorbell rang. 

Emily hadn't re-emerged from the back so Jack pulled himself up to answer the door.

"Hey, guys. Come on in."

Kevin held up two bottles wrapped in paper bags. "Where should I put these?"

"In the kitchen." Jack leaned over and hugged Kelly, pecking her on the cheek, "How ya doin'?"

 Drifting from her hair was a subtle mix of lavender and vanilla. It struck Jack as somewhat odd. As she moved past him, he regarded her with amusement. She looks hot tonight. 

She was wearing a wraparound mini skirt, which wasn't unusual for Kelly. She was undoubtedly aware of her fantastic legs because she flaunted them at every opportunity. Emily had even commented on them. Appreciatively, as I recall.  That was the other thing that Jack liked about Emily; She wasn't the type of woman who was jealous of the way other women looked.

But there was something else about the way Kelly looked. Something beyond just the way she was dressed. Jack couldn't put his finger on it.

Emily surfaced from the bedroom and made her way across the living room, snatching up the crumpled throw and tossing it over the back of the recliner as she walked. She rolled her eyes briefly in disgust before planting a warm and welcoming expression on her face.

"Kelly, hi. Good to see you." Emily embraced Kelly in the foyer. "Come in. Would you like something to drink?"

"I think Kevin is getting it."

Emily nodded and looked over at Jack. He was still somewhat in shock over his own wife's appearance. 

Although it was commonplace for Kelly to wear short shorts and skirts, it was not a usual practice for Emily. Especially not around the house. But there she was, donning a short skirt so tight it should be illegal, along with a bra that lifted her ample breasts and created a barely visible line of cleavage above her v-neck blouse. Damn, Em. What the fuck?

"Jack. Jack!"

It dawned on him that Emily was talking to him, "Huh?"

"Can you get me a glass of wine?"

"Yeah, sure."

Bemused, and quite frankly a bit aroused, he joined Kevin in the kitchen.

"Is there something going on here?"

Kevin finished twisting the corkscrew and looked over at Jack. "What do you mean?"

Jack nodded toward the living room, prompting Kevin to stretch his neck to peer over the passthrough bar at the women. After a few moments of studying them, he shook his head and shrugged, frowning in curiosity at Jack. "What?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

Kevin looked over the counter again. Kelly was situating herself on the sofa as Emily bent over to retrieve the remote. Her blouse fell open to reveal a black lace, push-up demi bra supporting two perfectly round orbs.

Kevin quickly peeled his eyes away and back to Jack.

Jack snorted, "Em doesn't even dress like that on New Year's Eve."

Kevin shifted his body so he was facing away from the living room. "Sometimes women just feel like dressing up, I guess. What are you complaining about?"


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"I'm not complaining. It just smells like a set-up."

Kevin shrugged and glanced over at his wife. "Kelly doesn't look any different."

Jack took another look at Kelly as she leaned against the back of the sofa and crossed her legs. She doesn't? I don't remember her being that fucking hot. 

A brief mental image of her wrapping her long legs around his waist as he pounded her right where she was sitting flashed across Jack's mind. He swallowed hard.

"I need a drink. Can you pour Em a glass of that wine, too?"

"Yeah, sure. I brought a bottle of Glenfiddich. You want some?"

"Yeah." Jack's voice was distant. His mind was reeling with the possible explanations for his wife's behavior, but he wasn't about to even speculate out loud. That could get him in trouble. 

Deep, deep trouble if he was wrong.

They situated themselves around the living room the way one might expect. Typical for two couples just casually drinking and engaging in conversation. Kevin sat between his wife and the arm of the sofa. Emily occupied the space on the other side of Kelly, while Jack sat in his usual chair. From his vantage point, he could watch the group dynamic as it played out before him. And it got more and more interesting as the liquor bottles emptied.

About the time he was opening the second bottle of wine, Emily muted the television completely and turned on some music. She and Kelly broke into song, taking turns like a karaoke duet. Afterward, they fell into a fit of laughter, almost knocking their fresh glasses of wine off the coffee table. It was a telltale sign that they'd had enough to drink, but neither Jack, nor Kevin were about to say anything.

Ordinarily, Jack might hint to Emily to slow down, but he could sense something was different about the whole atmosphere. 

For one, this was the most Emily and Kelly had ever interacted. Usually they relied on Kevin and Jack to carry the conversation since they were close friends. One would never know it if they'd stepped into that party mid-stream. Kelly and Emily had managed to settle close to one another like two magnets on one end of the sofa, leaving the entire other half to Kevin, who didn't seem to even notice.

Jack noticed, though. And he noticed some other things, too.

As the night wore on, the girls were getting more chummy with one another. 

It started first with a few casual touches; arms, knees, shoulders. Then it gradually progressed to a steady contact. Jack even spied Kelly absentmindedly caressing Em's thigh. 

It had always been a fantasy of Jack's to watch his wife with another woman. What guy doesn't fantasize about that? But Em had never so much as hinted that she might be into it. Even as he watched them together, Kelly was instigating the contact more than Emily. But Em isn't exactly shying away from it, either.

It had crossed his mind a few times during the evening. That maybe Kelly wanted to swap partners. But she showed no interest in Jack that he could tell. She sure is interested in Em, though. 

No sooner he thought it, he got the signal he was looking for; the one that told him that he was, without a doubt, right.

Kevin had excused himself to the restroom and so Jack moved to the kitchen to fix another drink. While he was in there, he suddenly became aware that there was no conversation coming from the living room. 

Peering through the passthrough and over the countertop bar, his heart tripped over a beat. Kelly was kissing his wife.

Regardless of the numerous signs that the party was heading in this direction, it was still shocking to Jack. And fucking hot as hell. He found himself holding his breath as his gaze locked onto the pair, fearing that one small noise might startle them into stopping. 

Kevin stepped around the corner and froze. His wide eyes darted from the girls, to Jack, and back to the girls again. He moved very quietly toward the kitchen so as not to disturb them. 

Jack's eyebrows rose as he made eye contact with Kevin. Kevin's only response was to shake his head slightly and shrug. Neither one of them knew what to do next. It was unfamiliar territory.

After several minutes of silence, Jack figured the women had to know that they were being watched. This was more than a single stolen kiss. They intended to go further.

Jack moved back into the living room with Kevin close behind him. His chair provided the best seat for watching, but the worst possible position if your goal was to get invited to participate. And after about 30 seconds of watching them kiss, that became Jack's goal.

He waved at his chair to graciously relinquish it to Kevin as he slithered onto the couch. He was careful not to come into contact with the girls. 

Kelly's hand had begun to wander over Emily's breast. She cupped and caressed it through the silky fabric as she deepened their kiss. After a few moments, Emily pulled away. 

Her lips were puffy and crimson. She was out of breath from the interlude. She looked up into Kelly's eyes and then over at Kevin. Quickly realizing that Kevin and Jack had switched places, she shifted her head in search of Jack.

Kelly started to pull away, but Emily held her steadfast as her eyes searched Jack's for approval. 

A half smile grew across Jack's face and Emily released the breath she was holding. She lifted her arm from Kelly's waist and outstretched her hand toward Jack. He responded by squeezing her hand reassuringly, expecting that it was what she needed in order to ease her doubt, but before he could pull his hand away, Emily grasped it and eased it onto Kelly's hip.

Jack's gaze rapidly moved from Emily to Kelly to Kevin. It was what he wanted, but it suddenly dawned on him that he was about to get personal with his best friend's wife. And this was something they'd never talked about or even dreamed about happening. The closest they'd ever come to discussing this scenario was at the bar the previous week when Kevin mentioned Kelly's desire to swing. Jack never once thought that would include them.

Kelly caressed the back of Jack's hand as she smiled over her shoulder. It was obvious that she was game, along with Emily. 

Jack fixed his gaze on Kevin. For a moment his face was difficult to read. He was still in shock over the whole thing. But then he realized why Jack was looking at him. He simply grinned and sat back. And with that, Kelly turned her attention back to Emily and resumed their kissing. 

There were still unanswered questions. Jack had no idea how far to go, but he put the thought out of his mind for the moment, hoping that when the time came, he'd figure it out.

 Jack moved closer to the pair as his hand explored Kelly's hip, thigh and buttock. She had all the firmness of youth combined with the curves of a woman. It made Jack's head swim. He hadn't so much as touched another woman in twelve years, and all of a sudden he felt like he'd been given the key to the safe. And he was anxious to get inside. 

His hand moved below the hem of Kelly's skirt and onto her bare thigh, just above her knee. Then he slid it up her bare thigh, inching her skirt up with it until her pale blue panties were exposed. 

Jack glanced at Kevin. His attention was glued to Kelly's hand which was kneading Emily's breast. 

Leaving Kelly's skirt bunched over her hip, Jack reached around her waist and snaked his hand up between the women to Emily's top button. It took him a moment to get the feel of it between his fingers, but he managed to get it unfastened. Then the next button, and the next, and finally the bottom. 

Jack gently caressed the back of Kelly's kneading hand and then repositioned her hand underneath the open flap of Emily's blouse. He then pulled the flap open to give Kevin a better look, all the while watching his expression out of the corner of his eye.

Jack was well aware of how magnificent his wife's breasts were. A full cup size larger than Kelly's, they were the embodiment of all things maternal and feminine. Soft. Luscious. And 100% real. 

Kevin licked his lips and swallowed hard in appreciation, and somewhere in the darkest corner of Jack's subconscious mind, a sleeping beast was roused. Blood rushed to his groin, stiffening his cock to steel. Just the sight of his friend getting turned on by his wife's breasts fueled him.

Jack slipped his fingers just inside the elastic of Kelly's panties and leaned over to whisper in his wife's ear.

"Take off your bra, Em."

Kelly sat upright as Emily arched her back to unclasp the bra. It sprung loose a second before she freed her hands and discarded the lace fabric and her blouse on the floor.

Jack took advantage of Kelly's new position and slid his hand down into the front of her panties to grip her sex. It was probably a breech of protocol, if there was such a thing, but he was well beyond thinking. 

Kelly gasped, and then moaned hungrily. Jack couldn't resist the invitation. He flexed his middle finger and dipped it into her slick, quivering hole. All her efforts with Emily were evident in how utterly hot and wet she'd become. And she was so very tight. Jack could think of little else but how much he wanted to feel his thick cock inching its way inside, straining and stretching her channel to the hilt.

Ease up, man. You could blow this whole thing.

Jack's feeble mind was finally catching up with his raging hormones. He reluctantly removed his fat finger from Kelly's pussy and turned his attention back to his wife's bare breasts. With Jack's hand out of the way, Kelly was able to curl her tummy and lower her face to Emily's waiting nipple. 

Kevin grunted and shifted in his seat. It was an extraordinary sight. 

Kelly extended her tongue so that her husband could watch her work Emily's nip. She circled it, laved it, and flicked the nub rapidly until it protruded, proud and stiff. Every so often she'd slow down and peer up at Kevin through her eyelashes for a moment. Then her attention was back on Emily. 

Emily's hand reached out toward Kevin, her fingers wiggling in invitation. "Come here." Her voice came out as a strangled whisper, barely audible over the music.

Kevin slid off the chair and tentatively approached on his knees.

Emily lifted her head to get a better look at him. "I want to see."

Kevin glanced at Jack and nervously licked his lips. His desire to participate was evident in his bulging jeans, but the weight of the situation was bothersome to him. 

Jack found it somewhat comforting that while Kevin had no issues with Jack fingering Kelly, he was hesitant to undress for Emily. 

With a reassuring nod, Jack prompted Kevin. "Go ahead; She doesn't bite. Much."

Kevin chuckled and nodded, then turned back to Emily. "You want me to remove my jeans?"

Emily nodded and smirked.

Jack tried not to roll his eyes. I would've had the thing in her mouth by now if it were me. Jeez!

As Kevin went to work removing his jeans, Jack moved his hands over Kelly's body, getting acquainted with the feel of her firm breasts and then her soft thighs that he so desperately wanted to feel wrapped around his waist. His focus stayed on the girls, on how expertly Kelly's tongue worked his wife's nipple. 

His own need was building again. His hand moved up Kelly's back and he wove his fingers in her hair. Feeling her head movement as she worked her magic on his wife was intoxicating. His grip tightened and Kelly let go a whine. Jack was about to release her when her whining turned into needy groaning. Fuck yeah, baby.

Jack lifted Kelly's face from Emily's bosom and pulled her back against his chest. She was panting and writhing by the time he had her legs positioned in front of her so he could slide his hand back into her panties.

He kept her back against him so they were both facing the other couple.

Kevin knelt beside the sofa next to Emily. He looked nervous as a cat, licking his lips repeatedly. Emily smiled and pulled him toward her, guiding his ear to her lips. She whispered something to him that made him smile, then kissed his lips gently for a moment before directing both of his hands to her bare breasts. 

Kevin released a huff of gratitude, his eyes closing in what appeared to be silent prayer. The sight of it was nothing short of breathtaking for Jack. No man deserved to go without a sexual release as long as Kevin had. And the sight of him finally getting some with Emily was incredible. Somewhere in his brain the thought occurred to him: Shouldn't I be jealous or something? But all he could feel as he watched Kevin caressing Emily's breast and then taking her nipple into his mouth, was that they were happy. And that his own cock was hard enough to drive nails from the sight of it.

Jack turned his attention back to Kelly. His fingers had been lazily exploring the tender folds of her pussy as he watched the show in front of him. But her panties were beginning to hinder his progress. Besides, he wanted to give Kevin the same type of view he was getting.

He nuzzled Kelly's neck and growled, "Take off your panties for me, babe."

Kelly's breathing hitched and her back arched. Her face contorted as though she were in some sort of pain. Jack watched her in puzzlement. It became obvious that she was conflicted.

"What's wrong?"

Kelly twisted her neck to whisper in Jack's ear. "I can't ... We can't ... No intercourse."

Jack nodded his understanding. It dawned on him that Kelly and Kevin had already had some conversations about their limits. They've been talking seriously about swinging. It didn't bother him. He was fairly certain that Kevin had no better idea this was going to happen than he did. This was Kelly's doing.

As the thought of how Kelly had manipulated the whole thing sunk into his brain, he bit down hard on her lobe and growled.

"Take them off. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers."

Kelly gasped and nodded. Her cheeks flushed pink and she began to pant as her delicate and shaking hands gripped the elastic waistband. Jack helped her get started but then turned his attention back to his wife as Kelly slid the garment down her luscious legs. 

Emily missed none of it. Kevin's face was buried deep in her neck, his fingers working her hard nipple between them. She was positively radiant.

Kelly sat back against Jack, holding her knees together in a suddenly shy and awkward posture. But Jack was fairly certain he could change that.

Keeping his gaze on his own wanton wife, he nipped and sucked at Kelly's neck in a gruff manner. He snarled in her ear, "I don't think so, sweetheart. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours so I can fuck you."

He was beginning to understand what turned her on. It was his crudeness that fueled her. Kevin had been right; Women want it all. The kind, sensitive, gentle Kevin, and the gruff, unpolished, pure machismo of Jack. 

Kelly's thighs shook as she struggled to obey Jack's wishes and slowly opened them. 

"More."

Kelly shut her eyes as she broadened her spread.

A wicked smile grew across Jack's face as Emily's eyes widened. She was staring right between Kelly's open thighs. Jack gave her an unfettered view for several moments before sliding his fingers over her hip. 

He toyed with her pussy so Emily could watch. Kevin finally lifted his head and shifted his body so he could watch too, his hand never leaving Em's breast.

Satisfied he had their full attention, Jack's fingers went to work in earnest. He plunged his first two fingers into her sopping cunt, causing her back to arch, then he retreated and slid them up her folds to pinch her clitoral hood between them. 

Emily writhed in longing as Kelly mewled her need. And Jack's goal changed right then. 

He'd promised Kelly he would fuck her with his fingers, and he intended to keep that promise. Eventually, anyway. 

Jack worked Kelly's clit in circles roughly, pressing his fingers hard against it as he rapidly flicked his wrist until Kelly's mouth formed a permanent "O" and she appeared to be holding her breath. Then he penetrated her with his two thick middle fingers, fucking her impossibly tight cunt with a punishing rhythm.

When he detected she was once again on the edge of climax, he removed his fingers.

"No, please," Kelly panted.

"It's my turn. I want to watch you lick my wife's pussy." 

Jack said it loud enough for everyone to hear which was evidenced by Emily's whimpering.

"Kevin."

Kevin lifted his eyes to meet Jack's in curiosity. Jack tipped his head toward Emily's skirt.

"Help Em get undressed, will ya?"

Kevin nodded and then leaned over and whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. He then sat back on his haunches and began sliding the tight fabric up Emily's thighs. 

She was wearing one of her thongs. Which explained the lack of panty line that Jack took notice of when Emily leaned over the stereo to change radio stations earlier in the evening. 

Kevin bit his lip as his fingers wrapped around the tiny straps. He was no longer nervous. He looked more like a ravenous man about to eat for the first time in weeks.

He tugged at the garment and paused when her mons were at last exposed. Emily was clean-shaven. She'd kept her pussy that way since she and Jack first started dating in college. He convinced her to do it as a birthday present to him and she'd just kept it up ever since. Probably because she derived more pleasure from it than he did.

Kevin leaned over and gently kissed her pouting pussy lips before removing the garment the rest of the way, eliciting a tiny coo from Emily's lips.

The tender moment was interrupted by Jack's gruff voice. 

"Are you ready to taste my wife, Kelly?"

Kelly nodded, panting. To further fan the flame, Jack twisted her hair at the nape of her neck.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you do it. Then I'm going to fuck both of you at the same time."

He was mildly aware that he was cutting Kevin out of the picture, but he wasn't exactly experienced on how to work everything in. I'm not a fucking cruise director. He can find his own niche.

Kevin moved out of the way and Jack folded Kelly in two by easing her head forward until her face was inches away from Emily sex. He held her there by her hair, teasing the both of them mercilessly for a few moments. He stood up and then very slowly lowered his arm until Kelly's mouth came into contact with Emily's pussy lips. 

He released her hair and took a step backward. Kelly repositioned her legs so they were behind her and she could more comfortably go to work on Emily.

It was a perfect angle for watching. With Kelly draped over Emily's hip, it allowed Jack a full view between Emily's open thighs. 

Jack briefly glanced over at Kevin. He was sitting on his haunches with his back turned to Jack, but with ample view of his wife's tongue as it snaked into Em's slit. His upper arm and shoulder were swaying rhythmically. He was obviously stroking himself as he enjoyed the show. 

Jack hurriedly went to work on his own jeans, not peeling his eyes away for a second. Emily was in full rapture. He hoped it wouldn't take her long to climax because once his beast was free, it was going to take a hell of a lot of willpower not to just sink it in her wet cunt while Kelly was licking it. It had always been a secret fantasy of his. But somehow that seemed too much to ask. He was already taking more than his share. It wasn't worth losing a friendship over.

Emily's groaning changed pitch. She's close. Jack gripped his steel rod and stroked himself gently as he stood between Emily's open thighs. Come on, baby. Come. Come, so I can fuck the living shit out of your cunt.

Emily's back arched and her fingers dug into the sofa. She cried out and bucked her hips, throwing Kelly off of her. 




House of Three



Jack fell to his knees and held Emily's thighs still as he eased inside her. God, she's so fucking hot and wet. Fuck. Fuck! 

Jack gritted his teeth, fighting not to get too carried away. He held still, fully seated inside Emily's pussy and turned his attention to Kelly.

"Come 'ere. On your back."

Kelly flipped over onto her back and waited for his instruction. Her lips were swollen and pink, and glistening wet with Emily's juices. 

Jack pulled her leg closer and then sunk his middle finger into her hole without warning. Then he added a second finger. 

True to his word, he was inside both of them. The headiness of it nearly tipped Jack over the edge. He summoned every inch of restraint he could muster, turning his complete focus on shoving his fat fingers into Kelly's wet cunt. If he had any hope of maintaining some semblance of virility, he was going to have to get his attention off his aching hard-on. 

 Emily curled her pelvis and Jack shot her a warning look. "Wait." He tightened his grip on her thigh to hold her still as his hand pumped furiously into Kelly. Then he lowered his thumb onto Kelly's clit and curled his fingers to flick them hard against the soft front wall of her vagina. 

It was what she needed. She whimpered and squirmed. It wasn't the same proud announcement that his wife usually made, but he was sure Kelly was climaxing just the same. The contracting muscles clamping tightly around his fingers was the telltale sign.

Jack stilled his hand and began slamming his hips into his wife. My turn.

He wanted to give her the same punishing fuck he'd given Kelly with his fingers but he couldn't hold out long enough for that. After several hard strokes, blinding white light filled his vision as he injected his seed deep in his wife's waiting cunt.

~

***

Three: Lies and Excuses

***

~

Jack glanced at his watch and tapped his knuckles on the half-finished kitchen counter. Where the fuck is he?

"What time do you have?"

The young man looked up from the baseboard he was nailing and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "Nine O'five."

"I told him eight."

"Did you call him?"

Jack shot the guy a dirty look before answering. The situation was making him grumpy. "I left my fucking cell phone at home this morning. First time in ten fucking years."

Jack rubbed his forehead and cussed under his breath. He was up against a deadline. The house needed to be finished in five days, which wouldn't be an issue except it was forecasted to rain for the remainder of the week. This was the last nice day they had. And his painter was late.

He'd never worked with this guy before. He came highly recommended by a friend in the business and Jack thought it would be a good idea to make the contact. Ordinarily he used Kevin, but things had become a little awkward between them since that party they'd had at his house two months earlier. Nothing was said. There was no immediate fallout from it or anything like that. It was maybe a little uncomfortable after it was over. Jack wasn't sure. His head reeled from his explosive release all the way until he passed out in their bed after Kelly and Kevin left. 

But he made sure to never bring it up with Em. He didn't want her to think he had a thing for Kelly. It was just one night. No big deal. Nothing could change the way he felt about his wife.

Jack blew out his breath in defeat and then stood upright. "Marty!"

Heavy footsteps approached from the back bedroom where a team of men were installing carpet. "Yeah, boss?"

"I've got to go back to the house and get my phone. I don't know this bastard's phone number. You have your phone on you?"

"Yeah."

"It's gonna take me an hour to get through traffic, but I have no choice. If he shows up while I'm gone, call my cell, will ya?"

"Sure."

Jack nodded. "Keep working on the bedrooms but wait for me to start on the hallway. I might change my mind."

"You thinking of running the wood down to the bedrooms?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"That'll mean more thresholds."

"I know. But we have more than enough wood and it'll look better."

Marty shrugged. "Okay. How long you gonna be?"

"I don't know. Fuck. Two hours, probably. Get junior here to work on removing that wallpaper from the hall bath when he's done with these baseboards. Show him what to do, Marty. I'll be back as soon as I can. Call me if anything comes up."

"Will do."

Jack's eyes swept the immediate surroundings. He wasn't in the habit of leaving a job site and it unsettled him. But his crew was experienced and capable, and he needed his phone.

Pushing his F-250 as hard as he could through the tailend of rush hour traffic, Jack made it to his home in a record 45 minutes. He parked the truck in the driveway and went through the front door. Yanking his phone off the charger, he checked it for messages. Nothing.

It occurred to him that it was Em's day off and she might be startled by his presence.

"EM?" Jack called out from the kitchen as he searched for the number he needed in his call history. There was no answer from Emily. Must be shopping.

Jack walked to the door leading to the garage and cracked it open. Her car was gone. Yep.

He located the number he was looking for and dialed it. The call went to voicemail.

"This is Jack Booth. I'm at the site and I need to know if you're gonna show up. Call me." Asshole.

Jack had been in the business long enough to know that it never paid off to get mad over the phone. If he would've said what was on his mind, the guy would've just ignored his message and left him in the lurch. At least this way, he still had a chance of getting him on site before the day was over. 

Still. As of right now, I don't have a fucking painter.

Jack called Marty to make sure the guy hadn't shown up. He hadn't. What the fuck happened to reliable, trustworthy people who just need to make a living?

His thoughts drifted to Kevin. He needed to line something up but he'd sort of shafted Kevin when he hired a different guy. Fuck!

But regardless of how awkward things had become, they were still friends. They hadn't gone out in the past two months, but a lot of that had to do with how busy Jack had gotten with work. Aw, fuck! I'll just drive over there and talk to him. Eat crow for choosing some other schmuck over him. What's the worst that can happen?

The very moment Kevin's house came into view, he saw it. Why is Emily's car in Kevin's driveway?

Jack slowed down to pull in behind Emily's Honda but changed his mind. Instead, he kept driving past. At the end of the street, he turned around and selected a spot on the street about five houses down from Kevin's. 

He was mildly aware that his heart rate had kicked up a notch. What the fuck is going on? Jack dialed Kevin's number and waited. It rang four times and went to voicemail. Jack hung up before the beep.

He tapped the steering wheel and tried to keep calm. Could be a perfectly good explanation for this. Kevin is probably working and Em is having coffee with Kelly. Even as Jack thought it, he knew it didn't feel right. Neither before, nor after, that night at their house had Emily and Kelly spoken on the phone. Despite that one interlude, they were only acquaintances. And Kelly worked regular hours during the week. She wouldn't be home at that hour.

Maybe something happened and they called the house and Em went over there. Maybe. Only one way to find out.

Jack dialed Emily's cell phone. After four rings, it went to voicemail. Jack decided to leave a message this time.

"Em, call me as soon as you can. Bye."

It was all he could think of to say. He was pretty sure that his voice would sound strained on the message. Rightfully, so.

Jack waited, staring at Kevin's house and willing something to happen. Anything.

His silent and stealthy vigil was interrupted by his ringing cell phone. Emily.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jack. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Your message ... You sounded, I don't know, like something was wrong."

"No, no. I mean, just work stuff. I forgot my cell phone at home and had to drive all the way back to get it. I guess I missed ya."

"Oh! Yeah, I'm shopping."

There it was. The lie.

Jack felt like someone had kicked him in the gut. A searing pain shot up his spine and all the wind rushed from his lungs at once.

"Jack? Are you still there?"

For a moment he considered hanging up on her and pretending that it was a dropped signal. But he couldn't do that. "Yeah, I'm here. Grocery shopping?"

"Yeah."

"Can you pick up some of that cheese that I like?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Anything else?"

"No, no. The usual, you know."

"Okay. Listen, are you all right? You sound funny."

"I'm fine. Something has come up; I gotta run."

"Okay. Love you."

Jack swallowed before answering, "Love you too, Em. I'll see you tonight."

He hung up and fought back the bile that was rising in his throat. This can't be happening. It can't be. There must be some other explanation.

Jack's phone rang again, startling him. He checked caller ID and frowned.

"Jack Booth."

"Jack, this is Carl Wilder. Your painter?"

"Oh! Yeah. Where are you?"

"I've been rear-ended..."

Yeah, so have I, buddy.

"...We just finished with the police. I should be there in fifteen."

"Okay. I'll meet you there. Marty can get you set up, but I need to point out some things. I'm about 20 minutes behind you."

"Okay. Hey, sorry about the delay. I would've called, but I accidentally deleted your number from my phone."

"No problem. I know how it is. We're too damned reliant on these things."

"I know."

"I'll see you in a few."

Jack hung up the phone and reluctantly put the truck in gear. He briefly considered pulling up to Kevin's to surprise whoever was in there. But his work ethic stopped him. 

He had a job to do. If he stopped and interrupted whatever was going on, he would never get back to the job site. Besides, he didn't know for sure what was going on. For all he knew, they were planning a surprise party. It wasn't very likely, with his birthday a full 3 months away... You never know. Could be anything. 

As he made his way back to work, Jack searched his memory for any recent unusual behavior from Emily. He could think of nothing. They hadn't even experienced a hiccup in their sex life, which is usually a sign of infidelity. Isn't it? Jack wasn't even sure what to look for. He never in a million years guessed that Emily might do something like this. Never. Has to be something else.

He'd practically convinced himself that he'd stumbled on nothing by the time he got to the job site. Practically. As the day wore on, however, he was less and less sure. 

By the time he was driving home that evening, he'd turned it over in his mind a few thousand times. He kept coming back to one nagging thought: Why would she lie about where she was if it were innocent?

He'd already ruled out the possibility of any surprise party. He hated surprises. And in their entire 10-year marriage, Emily had never tried to plan one.

What the fuck am I going to do? I don't want a divorce. Does Em? 

It seemed like an absurd thing to even think about when they hadn't even argued in the recent past.

We fight sometimes, but nothing serious. Is it the sex? No way. Fuck, we just had sex last night.

Jack allowed his mind to wander to the place he knew he shouldn't. He starting imagining Emily with Kevin. 

Real-life images of their night in his living room mixed with his imagination. God, we shouldn't have done that. I could've stopped it and I didn't. Jack was certain that if anything was going on between his wife and Kevin, it hadn't been going on for longer than two months. If I could only take that night back. It's not worth it.

Jack stopped himself before his imagination could go any further. I'm going to drive myself insane. This is stupid. He took the next left turn, a minor detour from his house and picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kevin. Jack."

"Hey, Jack. How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Good, yeah. I saw you called earlier. I was tied up and couldn't answer."

I bet. "Yeah, that. I thought I saw Kelly across town and thought I'd give you a shout."

"Oh! Well, you could have seen her. I wouldn't know. She moved out last month. We're separated."

The news caught Jack off guard. "Why didn't you call and tell me?"

"I don't know. Things have sort of felt weird with us and I didn't want you to think...you know, that you had anything to do with it. We were headed in that direction before...you know."

"Hey, listen, I just pulled up outside of Harry's Bar. On the loop. Do you have time for a beer?"

"I don't know, Jack. I'm sort of beat. It's been a long day."

"C'mon. I'll buy. And it's only five minutes from your house. Besides, there's something I want to talk to you about."

Kevin sighed into the receiver. "Okay. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Great. See you then."

Jack clicked 'End' and dialed again.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, Em. You haven't started dinner, have you?"

"Nope. Why?"

"I'm gonna stop and have a few beers with the guys."

"Okay. Should I wait and eat when you get here?"

"No. Go ahead and eat. I'll grab something while I'm out."

"All right. Have fun."

"I won't be long. See ya."

Jack was off the phone before Em could add any endearments. He didn't think he could take any more of those at the moment. 

One thing that was cleared up in the short conversation he'd had with Kevin was that Emily sure as hell wasn't meeting Kelly at that house because Kelly didn't live there anymore. And Kevin was lying, too. Maybe not as extensively as Em, but he was definitely hiding the fact that she'd been there.

That mother fucker.

Jack stepped out of his truck and made his way through the front doors and to the bar. It was a light crowd; about what you'd expect on a Monday. He grabbed a bar stool at the least crowded end of the bar and nodded to the bartender.

"I'm gonna need two Buds."

"Bottles or draught?"

"Draught. Tall ones."

"Coming right up."

Jack's fingers drummed nervously on the bar as he waited for the beers. He had no idea what he planned to say to Kevin. He just knew that he'd go out of his mind stewing about it, and probably do something really stupid, unless he confronted him. At least this way it would be out in the open. If he was wrong, then fine. If I'm right... That was the part where things got fuzzy. I don't know.

The bartender set the beers in front of Jack. "You want to run a tab?"

Jack considered it for a few seconds and then shook his head. He pulled a twenty from his wallet and tossed it on the bar. He didn't know what was going to happen. 

Kevin walked through the door and quickly located Jack. He slid onto the barstool next to his.

"Hey."

Jack nodded at Kevin. "Hey. How's it goin'?"

"This mine?" Kevin pointed at the mug in front of him.

"Yeah."

Kevin tipped his mug and drew a healthy swig from it. "Thanks."

Jack nodded dismissively. "Thanks for coming down."

"Yeah, no problem. What's on your mind?"

Jack frowned and scratched his chin. He lifted his mug to take a drink and then changed his mind and set it back down on the bar. He swiveled his stool toward Kevin. "I, uh, drove by your house this morning."

Kevin sighed and closed his eyes. His chin dropped to his chest. 

It was all the sign Jack needed to confirm what he was suspecting. "You want to tell me what's going on?"

When Kevin lifted his chin, his face was pale. He shook his head. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"No fuckin' shit! Now why don't you start by telling me what the fuck is goin' on between you and my wife before I fuckin' kick the shit out of you."

Jack could feel the adrenaline building. He was finally starting to feel something he could understand. Anger.

Kevin held up his hands in surrender.

"It's not what you think. I mean, we're not having an affair or anything."

"Then what is it, exactly?"

"It started out as nothing. I came by your place that Monday after we'd gotten together to bring back the ladder I'd borrowed. I thought you might need it for work. I was planning to just leave it in back, but Emily spotted me and asked me to come inside.

"We talked for awhile. Then we finished off the wine from that night. I don't know what happened. I guess it just felt like a continuation of the party. We never really got a chance to ... do anything. She wanted to make it up to me, and I...I don't know, I was weak. Kelly and I hadn't had sex in months. I thought, I guess, that if it was just that once, it wouldn't be any different than if we'd done it at the party."

Jack rubbed his forehead. His head was starting to ache.

"This can be fixed, Jack. Emily loves you. She...She's gonna freak-out over this. I mean, seriously freak. She'd rather die than get divorced from you."

"Divorced? I didn't say anything about divorce."

"Good. Because nothing has happened really."

Jack's jaw tightened. He was losing patience with the way Kevin was dancing around what actually occurred. Part of him didn't want to know, and the other part needed to know. More than he needed his next breath.

"What happened, Kevin?"

"Like I said, we, uh, talked for a long time. The wine sort of loosened us up and the conversation turned to more, uh, intimate subjects. I was trying to understand why things were falling apart with me and Kelly. I asked Emily what sort of things she was into...you know, sexually. 

"She told me that she had been starting to experiment..." Kevin glanced around him. "...Anally. And that you weren't really into it. It's sort of a particular, uh, thing of mine, so I was talking to her about it and answering questions."

Kevin took a healthy swig of his beer and set the mug back down.

"She showed me the starter set she'd picked up at that place down the road here. She was having some trouble..." Kevin's voice trailed off. He was swallowing like a man about to vomit.

Jack was almost starting to feel sorry for the guy. "I'll give ya fair warning before I swing. Go on."

Kevin nodded and took a deep breath. "I didn't want her to hurt herself so I offered to show her how to use the thing."

"On yourself?" Jack's disgust was evident in his facial expression.

"No."

The picture of what happened was suddenly becoming clearer to Jack. "What happened next?"

Kevin shrugged and shook his head. "She got on her hands and knees on the living room floor, you know, without her shorts on, and I, uh, prepped her and, well, you know."

"You fucked her ass?"

"No, NO! I showed her how to use the, uh, things she had. It was more instructional than anything."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "So, you didn't get off on it at all?"

Kevin swallowed hard. "I wouldn't say that. I, uh...I mean, she let me, you know, come on her back. As my payment for not getting to do much that Saturday night. But, that's all. She didn't touch me, Jack. I did it. I got myself off."

Jack released the breath he was holding and relaxed against the backrest of the stool. That's it? He remembered that Kevin was only describing the first time they were together. 

"So, obviously that wasn't this morning."

"No. About four weeks later, she called me to ask some more questions. She'd bought an enema. They're very difficult to manage the first time by yourself."

Jack snorted. "So you helped her." He was growing tired of Kevin's unselfish excuses. Kevin was getting something out of it. He just wasn't man enough to admit it.




House of Three



"Look, I'm not trying to make excuses. What I did was wrong. I just don't want you to blame her for any of this. If you and I aren't friends after tonight, I can live with that. I won't like it, but I can live with it. But if you leave her over this..."

"Hold it right there, buddy. I think I'm being pretty fucking patient here. The only thing keeping me in this chair is the fact that so far, the only thing you've done is touch my wife's ass." Jack shrugged one shoulder and wrinkled his face in partial disgust.

Kevin nodded. "Well, there isn't much more to it. I did help her again. I refrained from jacking off until after she left.

"The next time I saw her was this morning. She just wanted to talk mostly."

"About what?"

"About how she was going to go about taking the next step."

"And what's that?"

"You know, the real thing."

"And, did you?"

"No."

Jack sighed a bit of relief.

"But I wanted to. She asked me if there was a way I'd consider it."

The hair stood up on Jack's neck.

"Only because she knows you won't, Jack. She's sort of desperate to do this. She didn't know who else to ask."

"What did you say?"

"I told her I'd think about it."

"And?"

Kevin shifted his gaze down the bar for a moment, and then back to Jack. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't considering it."

Jack was expecting the anger to rise within him at any moment. But after they'd sat there in silence, allowing Kevin's last sentence to hang in the air for several minutes, and he still wasn't feeling anything that resembled anger, Jack was perplexed. He took a swig of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I gotta go to the 'john'."

Jack slid off his barstool and headed around the bar toward the restrooms. He didn't have to go; he just needed some space to sort things out. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why he wasn't holding Kevin down by his throat and beating the tar out of him. Why he didn't even want to. 

It wasn't that he felt sorry for the guy. It was a shame that Kelly left him, but that was no excuse for the rest of it. For what? For wanting Emily?

He couldn't even blame him for wanting his wife. She was a sweet, sexy woman with curves that could drive any man insane. Jack was a little surprised that Kevin had shown as much restraint as he had. 

Jack perched his shoulder against the partition to the stall. The bathroom was empty, which wasn't a surprise. There was maybe 3 other guys in the whole place besides Kevin and Jack, and that included the bartender.

Kevin's desperate face as he confessed that he wanted to fuck Jack's wife's ass stuck in Jack's mind. He briefly imagined Emily slung over the side of their bed as Kevin pounded her from behind. Grunting. Sweating. Emily gripping the sheets with a contorted look on her face. 

Fuck.

Jack's hand had instinctively moved to his groin. His dick was rock hard. And if he didn't do something quick, he was going to have to explain the huge wet spot on the yoke of his jeans.

He dipped into the stall and locked the door, opening his fly and fishing out his steel rod. Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this. He leaned over the commode and pumped his fist furiously. 

Relief swept over him a few short moments later. It had to be some kind of record for him. 

Jack huffed and panted, holding himself upright with one hand against the wall. His other hand was covered in his own cum. 

It took him a couple of minutes to catch his breath. He quickly cleaned up the evidence and then tucked his still semi-hard dick back into his jeans. 

What the fuck was that all about?

He knew the answer. He just didn't want to admit it. Jack pounded his fist on the stall wall. 

"This is so fucked up."

The thought of seeing his wife with another man was a turn-on for him. When Kevin was drawing out the story, Jack wasn't jealous. He was mad that he wasn't there to watch. I'm some kind of fucked-up. Shit.

Jack opened the stall door and ambled to the sink. He caught a glimpse of himself in the dingy mirror as he washed his hands. He stopped and stared at the image looking back at him. He was a realist. Always had been. 

It's just the way it is. You can't help it any more than Emily can help that she wants to be anally fucked. The only question is: What are you going to do about it?

~

***

Four: The Truth

***

~

The rest of the evening conversation was focused on Kelly leaving and Jack's current work project. He confessed what had happened that morning that had brought him to parking outside Kevin's house in the first place. 

It was a good conversation. Cleansing in a lot of ways, for both of them. And by the time they were walking out the front door, it felt a lot like nothing had changed at all between them.

"So, are you going to talk to Emily?"

It was the first time they'd revisited the topic since Jack returned from the bathroom. "I don't know. I want to think about it for awhile."

Kevin nodded and looked down at his feet.

"I'm not mad, Kevin. You ... What you did was, you know, not great, but it wasn't bad, neither. I just need to figure some things out."

"I understand."

No, you probably don't. "Don't say anything about this to Em, okay? I told her I was having drinks with my crew."

Kevin shook his head, "I won't."

"And for God's sake, don't ..."

"I won't touch her again, Jack. I swear to you on that."

Jack nodded and sighed. "Okay."

"Everything okay with us, then?"

Jack nodded, "Yeah. I'll call you in a couple of days, when I've figured a few things out."

"Don't wait too long. She needs ... something. You know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah. I get it. I'll call you. See ya."

Jack turned toward his truck and started walking. He didn't feel like talking about it, anymore. It was just the way he was. He knew Kevin meant well and was just trying to warn Jack off of falling into the same situation he was in. But that wasn't going to happen to them. Jack would see to that.

Emily was asleep on the sofa when he walked through the door. He headed straight for the shower without waking her. The short drive from the bar to home didn't give him much chance to think about things. Unfortunately, his short shower didn't hold any answers, either. 

When he emerged from the bathroom in his briefs, Emily was tucked between the covers of their bed, peering up at him.

"Hey." Her voice was raspy from having been asleep.

"All the lights off?"

"Yeah," Emily managed to answer before a yawn overtook her.

Jack climbed between the covers and turned off the lamp next to his side of the bed. He settled onto his back rather than curling up around his wife. 

He felt a little dejected. His wife had turned to his best friend to satisfy a need she had. She didn't ask me. Rationally, he knew why she didn't ask Jack. He wasn't into it, plain and simple. He never had been. But that didn't stop him from feeling excluded. Neglected. Even though it made no sense whatsoever, and he still had no intention of fucking her there. 

Emily inched her way across the sheets and onto Jack's bare chest. "Hard day at work?"

Jack shrugged.

"Anything I can do to help?"

It was Emily's code phrase for, "Will sex make it all better for you?" Historically, it worked for Jack. It worked for them. Instead of discussing what was bothering them, they usually fucked their way through it.

Jack stroked Emily's hair as he replayed the evening in his mind. Kevin's desperate expression once again haunted his thoughts. 

There was one real simple solution to the problem. But it could have consequences. 

Emily's fingers found their way to Jack's briefs. His cock was stiffening again at the thought of Kevin ass fucking his wife. It sickened Jack. And pissed him off at the same time. 

Jack's fist tightened around Emily's hair. He yanked the elastic waistband of his briefs over his stiff cock and eased her head down to his groin. 

She took him into her mouth without question and began swirling her tongue around his girth. Jack used his tight grip on her hair to push and pull her face from him until her mouth was fucking him. 

"That's it, baby. That's what I need. Just keep fucking my cock with your mouth until I come."

Emily moaned and relaxed her muscles so Jack could drive deeper. He adored that she did this for him. That after ten years of being married, she still let him fuck her face until he came. She was one of the kindest, most giving people Jack knew. And he loved her. With everything he had.

As he watched her take him all the way to the back of her throat, he was overwhelmed with adoration. It was selfishness holding him back from giving her what she needed. 

He suddenly realized that he wouldn't be giving anything up by letting her get her kicks with his friend. He'd be there, watching.

"Oh, fuck, Em, I'm...FUCK!" 

Jack's entire body tensed as he shot his load into her waiting mouth. It wasn't much in terms of volume, but the explosive force behind his climax was something he hadn't experienced in a while. 

The last half-lucid thought he remembered crossing his feeble mind was the mental image of the three of them in bed. 

Oh, fuck, I must be out of my mind.

***

As promised, the next day brought a steady drizzle that looked as though it might stay for the remainder of the year. It was one of those gray, dull days that made everything outside look drab and uninteresting. 

Jack didn't seem to notice. He was uncharacteristically jovial at the work site, to the extent of even playing a minor practical joke on Marty. 

He'd made his decision. And it was as if he'd just shucked a fully loaded, 2-cubic-foot cement mixer off his shoulders. 

At around two in the afternoon, he picked up his cell and dialed Kevin.

"Hey, man."

"How's it going, Kevin?"

There was a slight pause in answer, "Good. What's up?"

"The bathroom will be ready for you to paint tomorrow." It wasn't much work, but it was the least he could do for his friend after he'd shafted him on the bigger paint job.

"Okay. What time you want me there?"

"I don't know. Ten sound good?"

There was another pause. "You asking me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh! Sure. Ten sounds fine. You sound chipper today. Something happen?"

Jack chuckled, "Yeah. I got my head on straight for a change."

"That's good."

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over Friday night for a few beers."

"Okay."

"I thought the three of us could, uh, hang out for awhile."

"Are you asking me to do what I think you are?"

"Yeah. I mean if Em's up to it. You still game?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm definitely game."

Jack's dick twitched at Kevin's eagerness. "Good. In the meantime, keep it quiet. I don't know when I'll get a chance to spring this on her. Maybe not until you're there. The whole spur of the moment thing worked last time pretty good."

"It would, uh, work better if you brought it up in advance this time. So she can, you know, be ready."

It dawned on Jack what Kevin was hinting. "Oh! Yeah, okay. I see what you're sayin'. I'll, uh, figure somethin' out."

"You really should talk about this first, anyway. Just so there isn't any confusion or mixed signals. I know this is a bad example because we're split, but we did that part right. Kelly and I discussed our limits in the event we ever went through with inviting someone else into our bed."

"Did you guys ever do that?"

"You mean, other than with you guys? No. We didn't. But it came in handy that night. No one got upset over it afterward. I know you're not much of a talker, Jack, but you need to at least try to talk about it with Emily."

"All right. Jeez! You sound like my mother or somethin'."

Jack changed the subject back to business, giving Kevin the details on the work site location before hanging up and getting back to it.

That evening, he struggled over how to bring up the topic with Em. It felt like too awkward a subject to just launch into out of the blue. And every time he walked through it in his mind it sounded sordid and wrong. He was beginning to think he'd made a mistake in agreeing to do it.

***

By Thursday, he still hadn't brought it up to Em. He was running out of time. He decided that he'd just tell Kevin not to come over. It would be easier than all the stress he was experiencing over talking to Em about it. It's not fucking worth it.

Emily took a long bath after dinner, and then slipped into one of his old undershirts for bed. Jack lifted the bottom hem of the tee with the tip of his fingers as she walked past him toward the kitchen.

"What do you have on under there, Em?"

Emily smiled wickedly over her shoulder, then slowly slid the tee up her hips, exposing tight, bare ass cheeks, separated by a skimpy pink thong. She wiggled her ass at him for a few seconds, then chuckled and released the tee, continuing her trek to the refrigerator.

"Are you teasing me?"

"I wouldn't do that to you. Besides, if I wanted to tease you, Jack, I'd flash you my cleavage, not my ass. I know what you like."

There was no disappointment in her voice, but he felt it just the same. He needed to man-up and go through with what he had planned. For her.

"I don't know, Em. Maybe you should get that wiggling ass over here and convince my hard-on that you aren't a tease."

Emily stood in the doorway with her hand parked on her hip. She had an open bottle of water in the other hand. "Now look who's teasing."

Jack sighed. Just talk to her. His facial expression and voice took on a more serious tone. "Come here." Jack patted his lap as he looked Emily in the eyes.

She frowned for a second in confusion and then set the bottle of water down on the counter and padded toward Jack. He pulled her onto his lap when she was within arms reach. 

"You know, we never talked about that night Kevin and Kelly came over. How do you feel about what happened?"

Emily shrugged and frowned. "I don't know. Fine, I guess. I don't think about it much. Why? Something wrong?"

Jack reached up and caressed Emily's breast through the tee. "No, baby. Nothing's wrong. Have you talked to Kelly since that night?"

"You know, as a matter of fact, she called me while I was at work today."

"What did she want?"

"She wanted to let me know that she was filing for divorce. She's already met someone else."

"Whoa! Shit. Does Kevin know, yet?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask. We only talked for a couple of minutes. She wanted me to know that it had nothing to do with us, and that her only regret was that we hadn't done that sooner." Emily shrugged.

"Do you wish we'd done that sooner?"

Emily furrowed her brow in thought, then shook her head, "No. Do you?"

Jack shook his head. "I don't regret it, though. I got to fuck my sexy wife in front of friends and that was somethin' I never thought I'd do. And watching you getting eaten-out by a woman was hot."

"Your face was priceless. It's what made me come, to be honest with you. I'm just not that into chicks."

Jack chuckled, "What about two guys? Think you could handle just Kevin and I?"

"Oh, yeah. Piece of cake."

Jack knew that her bravado was coming from believing that the situation was hypothetical. He stifled his chuckle. "How about tomorrow night, then?"

Emily's eyes widened. She pivoted to face Jack. "Are you being serious?"

"Yeah. I've invited Kevin over."

"What? For...Why?"

"I get the impression that he doesn't have the same aversion to anal sex that I have."

"So, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting that if you think you can handle it, I'd be okay with Kevin fucking you in the ass while I watch."

"Are you sure about this?"

Jack grinned. "More than sure." He pulled Emily's hand to his crotch. His cock was painfully hard. "I'll probably get off on it more than you will."

"Where did this come from?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't know. It's fucked up, I know, but the thought of watching you with another man does something to me." He squeezed her wrist as he held her hand to his crotch. "It does this."

Emily released a breathy moan. "God, that is so incredibly hot." 

Jack pulled her face down until her lips were on his. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and kissed her hungrily for several seconds.

"I really need to be inside you right now."

Emily nodded and stood up, sliding her panties to the floor while Jack opened his jeans. 

He slid to the edge of the chair, pushing his jeans to his ankles, and helped Emily straddle his lap. Then he held his stiff cock upright as she lowered herself onto him. 

She slid onto his cock without a problem; her pussy was slick. 

"Damn, Em."

Emily blushed and lifted one shoulder, tilting her head shyly. "Sorry. You got me all worked up."

Jack lifted her up by her waist and settled her back onto his shaft again. "Oh, yeah. Me, too."

His hands snaked up the loose t-shirt and grasped both her breasts, caressing them roughly and pinching the nipples to fine points. Emily arched her back in response, then tilted her pelvis back and forth to facilitate a nice fucking motion.

"That feels so good, baby. Keep riding me."

Jack lifted the tee and held one of her breasts so he could suck her nipple between his lips. He flicked it hard with his tongue and then gently worried the protruding stiff nub between his teeth.

"Fuck me, baby."

Emily increased her pace, using her legs for more force. Jack couldn't resist helping. His hips thrust to meet her with every stroke.

"Oh, Jack. I can't..."

Her arms began to shake. Jack felt her heartbeat all around his cock. And then the unmistakable muscle contractions. 

"Fuck, Emily." Jack held her waist steady as he thrust his hips rapidly. A few moments later, amidst his own growling and grunting, he found his release. 

He held her on his lap for several long minutes. When their breathing had finally resumed to normal, Jack tilted Emily's face to his and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I love you, Em. More than anything in the world."

"I love you, too, Jack."

"I don't want you to worry about that tomorrow night."

"Have you planned this out with Kevin?"

"A little."

"And he's okay with this?"

"Yeah."

"Jack, I have something to tell you."

"I already know about everything, Em."

"How?"

"It's a long story. It doesn't matter. You didn't do anything wrong. Neither of you. If I felt any different, he wouldn't be coming over tomorrow night and you and I wouldn't have just had incredible sex." Jack grinned up at Emily.

"God, you can be so cute sometimes."

"I know. When I'm not being such an asshole."

"I wasn't even thinking that."

Jack shrugged off the teasing. "Kevin thinks we should discuss limits."

Emily bit her lip. "Okay. Is there anything you don't want me to do? Or, say? Or, whatever?"

Jack tilted his head to one side, "I was more wondering about your limits. I want you to just be yourself and do what you feel like doing. But if there is something you know you won't be able to handle, it would be nice to know that now."

Emily shook her head, "Like, what?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't know...What about if things sort of heat up and, I don't know...How do you think you'd handle both of us at once?"

Emily sucked in a sharp breath.

"I take it that means 'no way'?"

"No. I just...don't know. I'm not opposed to it. But..."

"What? Just say it."

"But not the first time."

Jack nodded. "I understand. You just let me know."

"Is that something you want to do?"

"Very much so, yes. But only if you do."

Emily bit her lip and nodded. "I very much want to, also."

Jack pulled Emily into a kiss. Then deepened it by tilting his head and filling her mouth with his tongue. After a few moments, he pulled away and grinned.




House of Three



Emily looked at him incredulously. "You're hard again."

"Yeah. And I have a feeling I'm going to stay that way until Monday."

~

***

Five: Sex and Baseball

***

~

Jack stepped through the door of Harry's Bar at five o'clock sharp on Friday. It was no small feat, given the heavy rush hour traffic. Kevin was sitting in the same bar stools they'd occupied that previous Monday. It was a wild coincidence, considering the place was pretty full.

"How did you get these seats?" Jack mused, as he sat down on the vacant stool next to Kevin's.

"Total dumb luck. Here, have a beer." Kevin slid one of the two mugs sitting in front of him over to Jack.

"Thanks." He took a swig and grinned slyly at Kevin. "So...you ready for this?"

Kevin smirked and nodded his head, "Yeah. I think so. The question is, are you?"

Jack didn't hesitate with an answer. "Without a doubt. Seriously. Em and I talked it over. Everything is going to be fine."

"That's a relief."

"It took me awhile to get over some things at first, but after we talked, whatever shred of doubt I still had just went away. She's an incredible woman, Kevin. And I love her."

"I know you do. And she loves you, though I still can't figure out why."

"Watch it..."

"Seriously, I couldn't do this under any other circumstance."

"I know."

They both took a break from talking to drink their beers and scan the multiple television monitors hanging over the bar for sporting events. There were two baseball games that peaked Jack's interest. He switched from one monitor to the other, following both games.

They ordered another round of beer and argued over the merits of the designated hitter. Jack had been defending his league's position on it for ages, so when the idle conversation around the bar headed his direction, he didn't hesitate to weigh in. Kevin was less invested in the discussion, and opted to watch the debate from the sidelines.

Just as they were finishing their second round of beers, Jack leaned over to Kevin.

"Hey, why don't you go to the house first? I'll catch up in a few."

Kevin's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"It might be less awkward for Em if you two can talk things through without me there. You know what I mean?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll be along in a few minutes."

"Okay. Thanks, buddy."

"For what?"

"For trusting me."

Jack nodded and waved off Kevin. He heard his team mentioned, and he knew which argument was coming up next.

***

Jack managed to peel himself away from the heated discussion on payrolls in Major League baseball. It wasn't easy. 

Kevin's car was parked in the driveway, forcing Jack to park his truck on the street. He cussed Kevin under his breath as he hopped out of the truck cab. He was a tad tense, even after the two beers and the shot he threw back at the bar after Kevin left.

Emily and Kevin were sitting on the sofa when Jack walked through the door. She was tucked under his arm with a glass of wine in her hand. She was wearing a short skirt and button down blouse. She'd kicked her shoes off and was sitting politely with one leg crossed over the other. 

"You guys look cozy. Need anything from the kitchen?" 

"No, thanks." 

Jack continued into the kitchen and pulled a cold beer from the refrigerator. He popped the top with a bottle opener and sauntered into the living room to sit in his usual chair.

"How was work?" 

It was clear that Emily wanted to keep things as normal as possible. Jack wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in his system finally taking effect, or the simple truth that he was close to both his wife and his friend, but he didn't feel all that awkward. This should feel weird, right? That's my wife with my best friend.

Jack had been nervous walking up to the house because he wasn't sure how he was going to find them. He expected them to be naked, or at least partially naked.

As it stood, there was some evidence that they'd been fooling around, but not much. The top button of Emily's blouse was undone, and her skirt was hiked up a little higher than necessary for sitting.

"It was good. We're done. Just some minor shit and then cleanup. I thought you guys would be..." Jack stopped and considered what he was saying. "...Don't let me interrupt what you were doin'."

Kevin kissed Emily's hair as he gripped her in a reassuring hug. It was evident that she was working through some tension. "We set some things up in the bedroom, is that all right with you?"

"Yeah. More room in there."

Jack was trying to come across as calm and casual as he could muster to ease Emily's fears. 

"Mind if I turn the television on? The game was tied when I left."

"No, go ahead." "No, that's fine." They answered in unison. Jack leaned over the arm of his chair and grabbed the remote control. 

Once the familiar sounds of the baseball game filled the living room, the atmosphere seemed to change. The focus was no longer on them sitting on the sofa and what they might do next. For Jack, it didn't feel natural to just sort of sit around staring at them. And although sex was never far from his mind, he wasn't in the habit of concentrating on it all the time. 

The effect the game had on Emily was immediate and abundantly evident. She was a fairly avid Yankees fan, and had watched her share of baseball games. This was the one common ground the three of them shared. And it didn't take her long to relax and become engrossed in the game on the television. 

The score was tied, the bases were loaded, the crowd was roaring, and it was a rivalry game. In baseball, it could hardly get any better than that. 

Jack briefly wondered if Kevin was disappointed that Jack had changed the mood, but when he stole a glance in their direction, Kevin appeared to be just as into the game as everyone else. And he was relaxing. His hand had settled back onto Em's bare leg where Jack was certain it probably had been before he walked in. It made Jack smile inwardly.

During the commercial break, Jack took over drink duty in the kitchen. The kitchen trash can had filled, so he lifted the plastic bag and lugged it out to the garage. Jack then replaced the plastic bag and washed his hands. He stopped in the doorway to check on the game. The relief pitcher was still warming up, so he went to the bathroom. 

He didn't even do it on purpose. His efforts toward giving them space wasn't intentional, anymore. It was what he would do if Kevin wasn't there. 

Sometime during the previous inning, he stopped noticing what was happening on the sofa. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, or probably more accurately, that he wouldn't become interested in it again, it was just that it didn't bother him. At all. 

He wasn't the type of guy that needed a constant reminder that his wife loved him. And he sure as hell didn't need perpetual attention. If he and Em were sitting around watching the game, he wouldn't be thinking of ways to fuck her. 

This actually was working out great for him. Although Emily liked to watch baseball on occasion, she rarely made it through an entire game without needing something else to occupy her attention. In their early years together, she'd try all sorts of things to distract Jack. She even tried seducing him. But all it did in the end was annoy him. They'd long since worked that out, of course. Emily took to reading books or surfing the internet during the latter part of games. But with Kevin there to distract her in other ways, the situation was even better. Perfect, actually.

The batter was wagging his bat and waiting for the pitch when Jack returned to the living room. It was the ninth inning and the guy at bat was a home run hitter. Jack's wide eyes were glued to the set, his breath bated as the ball left the pitcher's hand. The ump called a questionable strike and Jack turned to voice his objection to Kevin, who he thought would surely agree with him.

But Kevin hadn't seen the pitch. His lips were locked onto Emily's as his fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse. 

How can they think about sex at a time like this? This batter could change the whole game.

Jack turned back to the game. The next three pitches were high and away. Obvious balls. The following pitch was not, however, and the sound off the bat resembled a clap of thunder. The ball descended into the bleachers, just inside the left field foul post for a home run. Jack was on his feet. 

"I can't believe it. Oh my God, game over. Shit!"

Kevin and Emily had broken their embrace to watch the home run and all the cheering that ensued afterward. They half-heartedly expressed their shock, along with Jack who was already settling back into his chair. 

"Can you believe that shit?"

"No, man. What a ninth inning save."

Jack slapped the arm of the chair and shook his head. "That's why he makes the big bucks, I swear."

Jack leaned forward to concentrate on the after-game show and the highlights from the other games in the league. 

A heavy sigh peaked his curiosity and he turned toward the sofa. Emily's blouse was carelessly discarded on the floor and Kevin's mouth was planted on her right breast. 

Jack's dick twitched as if woken from a deep sleep. He froze in place to gawk at the splendor before him. God, Em looks so beautiful like that.

Her raspy voice startled him. "What are you thinking about?"

Kevin lifted his face from Emily's bosom and looked up at Jack.

Sitting back in his chair, Jack cocked his head. "Right now?"

Emily nodded, "Yeah."

Jack smiled and sighed. "I was actually marveling at how beautiful you look right now."

"You want to join us?"

Kevin smiled at Emily's invitation to Jack.

"Not really. I like watching." 

Jack moved his hand from where it was resting on his lap and nodded to the bulge in his jeans. He got an appreciative moan from Emily in return.

Kevin looked down at Emily's breast and smiled. Her nipple had bunched into a hard pebble. He flicked it with his tongue for a few moments before closing his lips around it. He then inched Emily's skirt up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Jack had no idea if she'd started the evening out that way or Kevin had already removed them. Either way, he didn't care. 

Kevin's kisses trailed down Emily's bare tummy until they reached the waistband of her skirt. Then his face moved to one of her inner thighs, laying a new trail of kisses toward her center. 

Every raspy groan his wife elicited seemed to travel down Jack's spine and tickle his testicles. Jack's cock had swollen to an impossible thickness, causing his jeans to bind him in an uncomfortable way. Without taking his eyes off his wife, he unfastened his jeans button and lowered his zipper. The relief was immediate.

Kevin glanced over at Jack for the briefest second before laying his first kiss on Emily's slit. He moaned his gratification when his tongue slid between her waiting lips for his first taste of her, and Emily joined him in harmonious chorus adding her own octave of moans to his.

Jack dug his fingers into the arms of his chair to keep from stroking himself to release. He was damn close just from watching. It would take hardly more than a touch to tip him over. He willed his ass to remain firmly in the seat so he wouldn't inadvertently get himself off.

God, that's one incredible sight.

Kevin continued his ministrations, his face moving rapidly from side to side as his tongue worked Emily's clit furiously. Jack didn't have to see it directly to know precisely what was transpiring between his wife's open thighs. He'd been there so many times he could practically taste her, even as he sat there four feet away.

Emily writhed and cooed. Her heavy lidded eyes would close a second after they rolled backward. Over and over again, as she climbed closer to her goal. She was utterly wanton, without hesitation. Beyond reason and decorum. 

In that moment, she was the most beautiful creature Jack had ever laid eyes on. He was in complete awe of her; his heart filled with love and adoration the likes to which he'd never felt before. Nothing else mattered to Jack except her. It was probably the first time in his life that he'd felt absolute unselfishness. 

 Jack concentrated on her every sound, her movement, her facial expression. He watched her climax build and blossom before him, detecting its arrival even before her sweet nectar gushed onto Kevin's tongue. 

Kevin held her thighs still as he laved and suckled every drop from her in her after glow. Jack wondered how long it had been for Kevin. He'd indicated that he and Kelly hadn't had sex for months, but did that include oral? It wasn't exactly a detail that men discussed at the bar. Or anywhere else for that matter.

Emily's fingers wove into Kevin's hair and he responded by crawling up her body to kiss her tenderly on the lips. It was their intimate moment after what they'd shared. Jack found himself sighing in relief that his friend treated the act, and his wife, with the respect deserved. He wouldn't have been able to tolerate one ounce of irreverence after what he'd just witnessed.

Kevin whispered in Emily's ear and lifted himself off the sofa. "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

Emily rolled onto her side and peered up at Jack. His fingers were wrapped gingerly around his shaft, gently stroking the length as he gazed back into her eyes. She smiled sweetly at him and sat up just enough to swivel onto her knees to crawl to him. 

Jack released his grip and spread his thighs so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her close. 

"That was so beautiful, baby. You are beautiful."

Tears rapidly welled in her eyes and she blinked, sending them rolling down her cheeks. 

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not. I'm just relieved."

Jack pulled her face to his and kissed her. He detected a hint of her tangy flavor from Kevin's earlier kiss and it sent a tiny shockwave of fresh arousal to his groin. He groaned in her mouth as he deepened their kiss. 

By the time he retreated from his lip assault, they were both out of breath. With her eyes locked on his, Emily gingerly reached forward until her fingers were caressing Jack's stiff rod. A smile slowly crept across his lips. 

Jack leaned back in his chair to allow her better access. Rather than directing her face to do as he pleased like he ordinarily did, he simply let her gently explore him. He wanted her to take her time so he could keep riding the incredible edge he'd been on for the previous half hour. And he knew it wouldn't take much for him to lose it.

Emily moved her head into Jack's lap and took his cock into her mouth.

Jack caressed her hair and whispered, "Easy, baby."

She paused and looked up at him, her eyes glimmering with delight at his vulnerable condition. 

Kevin returned from the bathroom. He stood and watched Emily working Jack in and out of her wet mouth. He'd left his jeans unbuttoned and partially unzipped. After a few silent, contemplative moments, he walked into the bedroom and returned with something in his hand, then dropped to his knees behind her. He lifted her skirt over her hips and proceeded to ease her butt cheeks apart with his thumbs. 

Jack opened his eyes and watched as Kevin's tongue extended to her anus, laving and circling it. Although it was certainly something he'd never consider doing, Emily seemed to enjoy it. She dug her fingernails into Jack's hips and arched her back like a cat in heat.

Kevin sat back on his haunches and slid his index finger in her ass. He probed her, twisting his hand left and right with each stroke. It was evident that he was experienced at it. 

Jack remembered Kevin mentioning that he had a thing for anal. He briefly wondered how much of a thing it was for him. Judging by what he'd seen up to that point, Jack guessed it wasn't just a thing, it was his favorite thing.

I'm letting you take my wife's anal cherry. You better know what you're doing. 

He turned his attention to his wife's efforts and petted her cheek with his knuckles. She was starting to lose focus with Kevin's finger probing her ass. Jack considered saying something. He knew she didn't want her first anal experience to be like this, with her head in her husband's lap. She'd been pretty clear about it with Jack.

But no sooner Jack thought it, Kevin removed his finger and quickly replaced it with the small object he held in his palm. He fished his hard dick from his open jeans and began to stroke himself as he stared at Emily's ass. Every so often he'd lean forward and use his tongue on her as he fisted his cock. 

Judging from her heavy breathing, Emily's own urgency was beginning to mount again. She gripped Jack's rod and sucked it in earnest sending waves of wicked sensations up his spine. He held her face still as he thrust his pelvis into it for the final two strokes before exploding in her mouth.

At some point during Jack's climax, Kevin had managed to expel his own cum across Emily's buttocks and back. It must've been fairly explosive. 

Emily sat back on her haunches and looked over her shoulder at Kevin. He still had his rod in his hand and was stroking himself gently. He reached forward and toyed with the plug he'd seated in Emily's ass.

"Are you ready to move into the bedroom?" 

Emily nodded and then turned back toward Jack with questioning eyes. 

"You guys go ahead. I'll catch up in a few."

Kevin nodded and stood up, helping Emily off the floor and leading her into the bedroom. 

Jack felt a twinge of loss once they were out of view. Jealousy? No. Not quite. He wasn't sure exactly what it was he was feeling. It was more like a generalized feeling of loneliness. Odd.  Much like missing someone you haven't seen in a long time. 

He had wanted to go with them into the bedroom but he really wasn't up to watching the whole anal prep. It was tedious to him. Too much work. He was afraid that it would be too much of a turn-off for him and he'd just end up spoiling it for Em. 

Em. God all mighty. This is not at all how I thought it would be. I thought I'd be itching to kick him out by now. But, Jeez... Jack adjusted his swollen dick. ...I'm still fucking hard. This is the hottest fucking thing we've ever done.

Jack leaned over and untied his shoes and slipped them off. He then removed his socks and stood up, sliding his jeans and briefs down his legs to the floor. His partially stiff cock waved proudly in front of him. 

He reached for the remote and turned off the television. He could hear faint noises in the bedroom. Kevin's deep reassuring voice. Then Emily's whimpering and gasping. Jack's feet started moving toward the bedroom door with an instinctive, protective motivation.

Jack stopped when he reached the doorway. Emily was once again writhing in rapture. They'd created a mound of pillows and covered them with a towel. Emily was draped over the mound, her ass elevated. Kevin was behind her, working something in and out of her hole. They both were beaded in sweat. See?! Way too much fucking effort.

Next to Kevin's knee was a tube of something, probably lube, a square foil packet...condom...and a half folded towel with several devices on it, some of them used.

Despite his own misgivings around anal sex, Jack could feel his cock swelling again at the sight of his wife in bed with another man. Jeez. He still wasn't fully comfortable with the idea that he was probably not wired quite right, but he was willing to at least accept it for the moment and see where it took him. So far, no one was worse for the wear because of it. Shit, best sex of my life.

Kevin reached down for the foil wrapper. A moment later he was sheathing his cock in latex and slathering lube over the condom.