22 comments/ 28260 views/ 18 favorites Bobby Makes Three By: jontemple1 "Dave, we need to talk," she said softly. Melissa and I were in bed, the little ones were asleep in their rooms, and Bobby was in the guest room. He'd been staying with us while waiting for his new house to close; the closing had been delayed and his lease had run out. I wasn't sure where this was going, so I just said, "OK". She took a deep breath. Her hesitation to bring up whatever it was was obvious. Finally she let it out. "Bobby kissed me today." I was not expecting that. We'd been friends with Bobby since I met him at my first job after college. He was there when both of our children were born, we hung out frequently at his place or ours, and nothing untoward had ever happened. As far as I knew. Now, I had no idea how to react. Flying off the handle probably wouldn't work. Finally I asked, "how did it happen?" She went quiet again. Finally, she said, "I was in the kitchen fixing supper, and I turned around and he was there, reaching for a glass. We maneuvered around each other a little bit and then he leaned over and started kissing me." A heavy, tight feeling grew in my gut. And somehow, I had a hard-on as well. I said very quietly, "And then what happened?" "I pushed him away and told him we couldn't be doing that!" The tightness in my gut started to unclench. "How'd he react?" "He backed down right away. He looked like he was almost as surprised as I was." "Do I need to ask him to leave?" "No, his house is closing tomorrow, he'll be gone by evening. If he behaves until then I figure we should just let it go." We talked a little more and soon went to sleep. The next morning I was on my way out the door when Melissa stopped me. She asked, "Can you stay home today?" "Why?" "Well, last night when Bobby kissed me... I... it wasn't easy to push him away." That sounded kind of sinister. "He forced himself on you?" "No! I mean, I... he's a very attractive guy, and he took me by surprise and when I realized what was going on, it was good and... I had to make myself stop and push him away. And... I'm not sure you should leave me alone with him today. Can you stay home?" I thought it over for a little while, desperately wishing I could be in two places at once. Almost crying with despair, I said, "No, I can't take off work today, not without advance notice. I'm already behind as it is and we're trying to get something out the door this week. Besides, even if I stay home today, he's still going to live close by, and I can't watch over you forever!" "But he won't be in the house anymore after today, and you'll be there whenever we all hang out." "If I lose this job we're all screwed!" "You won't lose your job just from taking one day off!" "I don't know that for sure. And what about after today? If you can't behave today, how are you going to behave when he takes a day off and comes by? I can't watch over you 24/7!" She looked uneasy. "Are you sure you have to go today?" "Yes, I'm sure. It's only a few hours, and the kids will be here the whole time. Besides, if he was as embarrassed as you say, he probably won't try anything again the very next day. Can you be good? When I get home, we'll be as bad as you want!" She looked down. "OK, I'll be good. I love you." "Love you too. Gotta go." We kissed, and I was on my way. Dammit, I couldn't take off from work, not that day. We'd gotten married and started having kids right out of college, and she'd never held a full time job. If I lost mine, we would be completely screwed. And I have trouble focusing. I'm smart enough to get by, but I'm always a little bit behind on work, and I dared not push my luck. But I was feeling very uneasy the whole day about leaving her home with Bobby. I was also feeling aroused for some reason. It was very strange; even while I worried, part of me was hoping I'd come home to find out he'd taken her into the bedroom and had his way with her. But if he did, would she even tell me? She'd told me everything so far. Although she'd waited until morning to admit that she didn't push him away immediately, and was tempted to not push him away at all. Somehow I managed to get through the day, and I left the minute the work day was technically over. I got home to find Bobby's car gone. He was presumably at his new house settling in. We'd agreed that Melissa and I would spend the weekend helping him move whatever he hadn't taken with him. When I walked in the door, three year old Annie ran right at me and crashed into me, giving me a bear hug at the end. I picked her up and gave her a kiss, and did a few dead-lifts with her. Then I saw Melissa, and her expression did not look good at all. I put Annie down and, after a few minutes, she wandered off to play with something. I turned to Melissa and asked her, "How'd it go today?" She looked seriously worried. She took a while to answer. "Bobby and I kissed again today." That sounded quite a bit different from yesterday's "Bobby kissed me" tale. Now she was admitting full participation in whatever happened while I was gone. My heart sank a little and my cock stood at attention. Hoping the latter wasn't obvious to her, I asked, "You didn't push him away this time?" She looked down. "No. I had put the kids down for a nap and we were sitting on the sofa talking for a while, and then he leaned in and kissed me and... I pulled back a little and he leaned in more and kissed me again and... we kept on kissing." She looked like she might start crying soon. "Is that it?" She looked down again and didn't answer for at least twenty seconds. Then, almost too softly for me to hear, "He put his hand up my shirt. My bra was still on but his hand was over my bra. He wasn't actually touching my boobs." Now it was my turn to go quiet while I figured out what to say next. Even though she was the one that crossed the line, I worried about saying the wrong thing. I needed to hear all of what happened, so I didn't want to say anything that would put her on the defensive and cause her to clam up. Finally, I gently asked, "How far did you go? I need to know, sweetie." She still wouldn't look at me. "He got my bra unhooked, with my shirt still on, when Annie got up from her nap. He pulled his hand out of my shirt; Annie didn't see anything. She was up only half an hour early, so I just let her stay up. That brought me back to my senses, and I stuck to her like glue just to make sure. He left about forty-five minutes later." I was stunned. She was ready to keep going. If they hadn't been interrupted, they'd have ended up having sex. If she was going to stop short of that, she'd have done it before he unhooked her bra. Letting him do that was an invitation to play with her boobs and pinch her sensitive swollen nipples – and once that happens, every doubt and hesitation is gone from her head and only eagerness to get herself laid remains. I remember when we were dating it was months before I got her bra off, but once I touched her breasts, everything else followed until we snuggled under the covers naked and spent. There is no doubt in my mind that she and Bobby would have followed the same trajectory if Annie hadn't accidentally intervened. She didn't admit to me that they would have had sex right then if they could have, and I don't think she'd even admitted it to herself yet. But given what I now knew, I had no choice but to assume that eventually, once they found themselves alone together for long enough, they would definitely have sex. What should I do about that? I didn't want to leave her. I wouldn't want to leave her no matter how far they went. I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell her to go ahead and do it. On the other hand, when they did have sex, I wanted to be sure I would know about it, that it wouldn't be done secretly. Once she started keeping secrets from me, our connection would rapidly disappear. Cut him out of our lives? I didn't want to. Aside from Melissa, he was my only close friend. Besides which, he still lived close by, and Melissa was still prone to succumbing to his charms. And if she slipped up, what then? Assuming she didn't keep it secret, we'd be right back where we started. I couldn't bluff her. I was no good at it, and it didn't seem like the right thing to do anyway. I finally spoke up. "Well, I still love you and I'm not going anywhere. I know that you would have slept with him if you hadn't been interrupted..." "I wasn't going to sleep with him! We were just fooling around!" "Were you planning to go as far as you did when you started?" "No! I mean..." "Right, and you might not have been planning right then to go to bed, but at each step, you were ready for a little bit more. There wasn't any stopping point to that that I can see." She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She closed it, started speaking, and stopped again. I went on, "So when you sleep with him, I'll still love you and I'll still want you and I'm not going anywhere..." "What do you mean 'when' I sleep with him?" "Sooner or later you two will have a better opportunity. What do you think will happen then?" "I..." I waited, but she didn't say anything else. So I continued, "Now maybe if I told you I'd leave you if it happened, you might avoid him completely. But I'm no good at bluffing, and avoiding the subject entirely is no longer feasible. So..." "So you're saying it's all right to sleep with him?" "I'm not saying you should. It's not a good idea. But I won't leave you for it. That's all I'm saying." "If you're not going to do anything about it, then that means it's all right to do it then." Now it was my turn to go quiet again. She wasn't going to let me have it both ways. Either she was allowed to sleep with him, or it was a deal breaker. It wasn't a deal breaker. Maybe it was for most guys, but I'm not most guys. I finally said, "Since you put it that way, then yes, it's all right for you to sleep with him." At that point, she had a completely unexpected reaction. She looked worried. She asked, "So you don't care?" Oh damn, she was going to get her feelings hurt! I thought for a few frantic moments, then replied, "Sweetie, I love you, more than I ever thought possible. And nothing you and Bobby do could ever change that. Nothing that happened today even started to change that. I'm still crazy about you. Crazy enough to let you have what you want." She took that in, while I sat there praying that she'd believe me. The silence continued as anxiety clouded her face. Finally she looked right into my eyes and asked, "Are you really sure about this? 100% positive? Please don't let this happen and then decide you're not okay with it!" "I promise, I am 100% sure and I will not change my mind." "I hope you really mean that, because now I won't have any reason to even try to stop it from happening next time." That was it. She had just admitted that she was going to sleep with him as soon as he made another move on her. He'd made his move twice, and gotten further the second time. There was no reason in the world for him not to try again. It was only a question of when and where. I decided that rather than spend days or weeks worrying about it, it would be better to get it over with. Then we could deal with the reality of it. I suggested, "Call him and have him come over after the kids go to bed." "What? Tonight?" "It's going to happen anyway, why not tonight?" "And what are you going to be doing?" "I'll be watching you guys." "What? You can't be serious!" "Hey, if I'm okay with you doing it, you should be okay with me watching you do it!" "...I don't know if this is such a good idea." One year old Nathan chose that moment to need a diaper change. I left to attend to that, leaving the subject unfinished. Then we all needed to eat, and the kids wanted to play with me some more. After that, while we watched the kids play on their own, she whispered, "You really think I should have him come over tonight?" "That's up to you." "I don't know if I can go through with it." "Really?" "Yes, really. This afternoon I didn't plan things out, they just happened. Calling him to come over and do... that... well, that's just..." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you don't go through with it, we'll just hang out and then send him home." She thought about it for about ten minutes, and then got up and called him. The conversation was short, and revealed nothing of what we'd talked about. She hung up and said, "He'll be here around 8:30." That gave us half an hour after the kids' bedtime to put the kids to bed and get ready. The kids went to sleep quickly that night. Then Melissa and I were kind of awkward around each other for a while. Finally, she asked, "What do you think I should wear?" "Sweetie, he's a guy. Guys don't care what you start off wearing." "I should have known better than to ask you. I need to know what a normal guy would like to see me in." I rolled my eyes at her. "OK, green skirt, black spaghetti-strap top." "I haven't worn that in ages. I hope I still fit into it." "Leave the bra off." She looked at me. "Wow, you're really trying to get him to attack me." "You asked me what would look good on you." "Should I leave off my panties while I'm at it?" "Up to you." She shook her head at me and disappeared into the bedroom. I straightened up the living room a bit. She came back out fretting. "It's a little tight." "Wow! You look amazing!" "Aww, you're just saying that. This top doesn't fit me anymore." "It's tight in all the right places," I said with a smile. Her breasts had grown since she'd gotten the shirt. Pregnancy had done that to her. I loved them the way they were when we started dating, and I love them the way they are now. Either way, they're topped with light brown nipples that swell and crinkle and harden nicely when she's worked up. I could see a bit of that now, through the outline of her top. Her skirt went about halfway down to her knees. She left her feet bare – she knows I love that, and I guess she figured he would too. My God, she was beautiful! Now there was nothing to do but wait. Neither of us knew what to say. We ended up sitting on the sofa just holding hands, making the nervous wait a little bit easier by facing it together. Soon the doorbell rang; she jumped up like it had scared her. "I don't know if I can go through with it." "You don't have to. Just promise me that when it does happen, you won't keep it a secret." She nodded and finally walked to the door. She took a deep breath and opened the door. It was Bobby, of course. She didn't say anything, so I said, "Come in." He stepped in and looked at her a little quizzically. She grabbed his hand and led him to the sofa, still not saying anything. They sat down next to each other, and I remained standing nearby. Finally, after a silence that must have been confusing to him, the words spilled out of her. "Dave knows what happened, he knows we kissed, and he's okay with it! He knows we went further than that, and he's okay with it! He knows what's going to happen, and he really is okay with it!" With that, she took another deep breath, then leaned in and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth before he had quite realized what was going on. He pulled back. She said, "It's okay, it's really okay!". Partly to communicate that fact to him, partly to express her own wondering amazement at it. Then she leaned over and kissed him again. He hesitated for a second, then relaxed and returned the kiss. Their makeout session quickly heated up. They slipped their arms around each other and held each other close. She took one hand and ran it up and down his chest through his shirt. Then she slipped it under his shirt and felt his muscular chest directly. She climbed into his lap so they could snuggle up closer while they kissed. They started covering each other's faces with soft sexy little kisses. I sat down at the other end of the sofa, where I could see them well but was not crowding them. He kept his arms around her, running them up and down her back over her shirt. He kept doing that while he kissed her, not making any further moves. He must not have wanted to make the next move with me right there in the room. So she made the next move instead. She broke the kiss, smiled at him, and raised her arms up high over her head – the international sign for "Please take off my top!" He looked over at me. I nodded once. He turned back to her. She was still waiting, an eager smile on her face. So he untucked her top and slowly pulled it up. It caught the underside of her breasts and pulled them up before it slipped over them; her breasts fell back down and bounced a little bit. I was mesmerized. He kept pulling the top over her head and off her arms, and dropped it on the sofa next to them, all without taking his eyes off of her full breasts and swollen nipples. I picked up the top and held onto it. She went right back to kissing him, leaning over a bit to leave open a space in front of her breasts where his hands could go. It didn't take him long to accept this invitation. He started by gently brushing his fingertips around the outer curve of her right breast (the one closest to me), then gave it a light squeeze, and then lightly flicked the nipple. She took a sharp breath at her nipple being stimulated, encouraging him to focus his attention there. He took that swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it. She kissed him harder than ever. He rubbed the palm of his other hand up and down the front of her other breast, touching the nipple and surrounding flesh all at the same time. She reached down and pulled his shirt up and left it bunched under his arms, and went back to feeling his torso. He started kissing the side of her neck. She always loved it when I did that to her, and it was clear that it was no different now that Bobby was doing it instead. Bobby let go of her left breast and reached down and grabbed a nice handful of her ass through her skirt, then started kissing his way down her neck and past her collarbone. Soon his lips found her sensitive nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth. The first moan of the night escaped her lips. She held the back of his head with her hand, indicating that his head was right where she wanted it to be. This continued for a little while as I watched them. Finally, since he was nicely warmed up and had already gotten a green light from me, he decided to take the initiative. He took hold of her sides and pushed her sideways, off of his lap, and maneuvered her onto her back on the sofa. I got up and out of the way and sat on the nearby loveseat. He laid on top of her and kissed her again, using one hand to play with her breasts some more. She slipped her arms around him; her legs were bent at the knee, one on each side of him, and her feet were flat on the sofa. He reached back and brushed his fingers against her knee. He started stroking the inside her leg, slowly working his way up. Her breathing got heavier. When he reached the spot where the inside of her leg was pressed against him, he switched to the outside of her leg and slowly kept going. His hand disappeared under her skirt. He broke the kiss and sat up. Her skirt fell, exposing most of her legs, and giving me a view of her pink panties. He got a much better view of them, of course, especially after she let her legs fall open. He ran his fingers along the inside of her leg, up her inner thigh. She looked down expectantly. Finally, his fingertip made contact with the little strip of cloth covering her most intimate area. He pressed on it a little, rubbing up and down, pleasuring her through the thin material, which quickly got visibly wet from being pressed against her pussy lips. She tensed up and started breathing raggedly. Bobby Makes Three Ch. 02 After Bobby and Melissa's first night together, the three of us kept hanging out as before. The only difference was that they were much more affectionate with each other. Usually, they'd end up fucking. Sometimes I'd watch them, sometimes I'd watch the kids in another room until Mommy came out walking a little unsteadily. Melissa and I made love almost every other night, which represented a noticeable improvement. Her period came right on schedule, much to our relief. Nathan had just turned one a few weeks ago, and we weren't ready for another baby just yet. Bobby and I both used protection with her, and although I missed the taste, smell, and feel of their unprotected activities, I considered it a small price to pay. A couple of weeks later, on a Wednesday evening, I told her that I'd have to work late the next day, probably until after midnight. She stuck out her lip and asked, "do you have to?" "Yes, we've got a release Friday and we're not even close to having all the bugs fixed." "What am I going to do all by myself? Who's going to keep my bed warm for me?" "You're pretty good at warming the bed!" "Yes, but not when it's just me... I need someone to help me warm it up!" "It's only for one night, sweetie." She batted her eyes at me. "Can I ask Bobby to come over and help me keep the bed warm?" "Mmmm.... I'm going to come home eventually, and I'll need a place to sleep!" "He doesn't have to stay over, just help me warm up the bed so I can sleep. Please?" It would be the first time they were in bed together without me anywhere in the house with them. I pretended to think it over. Of course I was going to let her and Bobby warm up the bed while I was gone, as long as she told me all the juicy details later. Then inspiration struck and I added one more condition: "OK, as long as you make me a video." She pretended to be shocked at that suggestion. "You are a perv!" "You're just now figuring that out?" We pulled out the video camera and the tripod, made sure it all still worked, and got each other worked up for a while before we warmed up the bed ourselves. At about 9:30 the following evening, I was still at work when the phone rang. It was Melissa. I asked her, "You guys having fun?" She went quiet for a little while, then it all came out in a rush of words. "We didn't have any protection left and Bobby started to leave to go get some and... he never made it out of the house." Now it was my turn to go quiet. This was definitely a dangerous time of the month. I asked, "you went for it?" "Yes, we went for it. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I'll make it up to you somehow." "How?" "I don't know yet, maybe we can think of something?" Now my cock was rock hard again, almost painfully so. That certainly didn't help me think straight. I asked her, "are you trying to have his baby?" She exclaimed, "No! We were out and you told me we had some and I swear to God if we'd had some we would have used it!" Then she calmed down and continued, "How upset would you be if I got pregnant?" How upset would I be? I couldn't just let it go, could I? And yet, it was already done. Maybe. We'd find out in a couple of weeks. Wait, if she did get pregnant it would be almost a year before we found out whose baby it was, unless I kept using protection with her for the rest of this cycle. There was then no completely safe way to test for paternity before the baby was born. That was a long time to be in suspense. It was partly my fault anyway for telling her we still had condoms. I really thought I saw some! "Sweetie, are you there?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes, I'm here, I'm just... OK, one thing. If it does turn out to be his, we'll take it home and love it and take good care of it just like the others. But I'm not getting up in the middle of the night with it. I'll do everything else for it, but not that." "OK, that sounds fair." "I guess we'll be crossing our fingers again for a couple of weeks." "Yeah, I'm really sorry sweetie, I know I said that already, but I'm really really sorry." "I'll forgive you. Eventually." "That's all I can ask for." "That's what you get. Hey, is he still there?" "Yeah, he's still here." "OK, well it's too late to worry about it tonight so you guys might as well have fun." "Don't worry, we will." I heard a sharp intake of breath, then, "How's work?" "A few more hours and we should have this wrapped up." "Great, I'll probably be sleeping when you get home.... unngh... I love you." "I love you too." I hung up. She had made some interesting noises toward the end. I tried to put it all out of my mind, since I'd see it all on the video later. I managed to finish up about one in the morning. Without any more work to distract me, the drive home seemed to take forever while the events of the night went round and round in my mind. It wasn't like Bobby was an idiot – quite the opposite, in fact. He was smart, athletic, and had excellent people skills. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have his kid living with us. But did that mean that I should tell them to just go ahead and stop using protection? A part of me wanted to do just that! Specifically, a six inch part of me, which had been behaving very strangely since this whole thing started. I always knew I was different. Other people's extreme hurt outrage at their partners' straying had always baffled me. I knew that while I'd have a huge problem being lied to, being "cheated on" would not be even close to a deal-breaker. What I didn't know until their sexual relationship began was how much of a massive turn-on it would be. And now the thought of Melissa with someone else's baby in her belly was driving me nearly insane with desire. Still, the consequences would last a lot longer than the thrill. So while I still couldn't bring myself to bluff her, I would push her to keep using protection in the future and I would also do a better job of keeping the nightstand drawer well-stocked. Hopefully that would be enough. I finally got home and let myself in with my key. Melissa was in bed, on her back, under the covers, with her head at the foot of the bed. I uncovered her to find her still naked and smelling of unprotected sex. My nightstand drawer was open and everything that had been in it was on the floor nearby. My pillow was near the side of the bed and it had a wet spot on it. I sniffed the wet spot and it turned out to be cum that had leaked out of her. Then I saw the camera across the room. There was no way I was going to sleep without watching that video first. I brought the video into the living room, set it up, and started it. It began with a closeup of Melissa's face, smiling into the camera, bursting with excitement, saying, "Hi sweetie!" Then her face left the frame, and a few moments later she stepped into the frame further away. She was wearing a skimpy pink nightie that I had never seen before. It just barely went down far enough to conceal her panties, assuming she was wearing any. I could clearly see the outline of her hard, swollen nipples through the thin material. She said, "I went shopping today. Think he'll like it?" Then she slowly twirled around in a circle, showing off her new nightie from the back as well as the front. I still couldn't tell whether she was wearing panties, although I'd be able to if it was an inch higher. She faced the camera again and asked, "What do you think?" It was the first time she had bought clothing specifically to wear for Bobby. The doorbell rang, and she said, "Wow, he's here already! Be right back!" She ran out of the frame. From another room she shouted, "It's open!", and ran back into the frame to wait for him. A minute or so later Bobby stepped into the room. He stopped and stared at her. She twirled around again and said, "Hey Bobby, you like it?" All he could say was, "Wow!" He stared at her for about half a minute more, and then reached out, took her hands, and pulled her to him. He slipped his arms around her and kissed her. After a few minutes, she climbed onto the bed, knelt on the edge of it facing toward him and away from the camera, and put her arms back around him to kiss him some more. He squeezed her ass through the nightie and, in the process, pulled it up in the back just enough to show the camera that she was not wearing panties. She broke the kiss and pulled his shirt up over his head, then tossed it to the side. She kissed him again and undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. I think she used her hand to play with his cock a little bit. He slid one of the straps off of her shoulder. She left it there, not making any move to put it back or further undress herself. They gave each other little kisses and then she got down on her hands and knees, and took his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and I could hear slobbering noises, indicating that she was enthusiastically working on him. He played with her hair and bucked his hips for a little while and made quiet deep moaning noises. He pulled her up and kissed her again. The strap was back on her shoulder. He pulled it down again and kissed the spot on her shoulder where it had rested. Then he started kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her sides. She pulled on him, and he climbed onto the bed with her and they turned so that the camera could see them from the side. The strap was down on the side facing the camera. He went back to kissing her neck and running his hands all over her. She had her arms around him for a while. He tugged on the strap that had already fallen. She decided now was as good a time as any; she shrugged her shoulder and worked her arm out of the strap, letting it fall to her side. The fabric fell on that side, almost but not quite falling past her nipple. The top of her crinkled aureola was now in view. He pulled down the fabric, exposing her nipple. He pinched it, then pulled her breast the rest of the way out and bent down to suck on the nipple. She took a sharp breath and let it out with a happy sigh when he lightly bit her nipple. He slipped the other strap down, and she didn't wait this time to pull her arm out of it and let the fabric fall to reveal her other breast. His hand went to work on that one, paying special attention to her swollen sensitive nipple while giving the breast itself gentle caresses and squeezes. She reached back down and played with his cock. He returned the favor and reached down to play with her pussy through her underwear. I could see his reaction the moment he discovered she wasn't wearing any. He slid his finger in between her legs and she threw her head back and sighed with pleasure. Soon he pushed her backward and she ended up on her back, her legs spread, and her pussy facing him. He quickly dove in and buried his face between her thighs, causing her to arch her back, grab the sheets, and cry out with pleasure. He may have skipped going down on her the first time they were together, but he'd been making up for it ever since, and clearly he knew what he was doing. He pushed her nightie up and away from her pussy, exposing her hips, pussy, ass, and belly button and bunching the fabric up just below her breasts. She rubbed his hair for a little while and then suddenly reached out and grabbed the sheets, writhing on the bed and holding those sheets for dear life, arching her back even more and working her hips back and forth as his tongue drove her to orgasm. He let her come down after that, and once she caught her breath, she got out of bed, slid the bunched-up nightie down past her hips until it fell to the floor, then walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Then she moved some stuff around. Then she started frantically rummaging through the drawer, throwing stuff out of it, telling the drawer, "Come on! Dave said we still had some!" She ended up tossing everything out of that drawer. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "We're out!" "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure, there's nothing left in this drawer and there's no condoms, just empty wrappers!" She'd always had a strange habit of putting empty wrappers back into whatever container she pulled full wrappers out of. She did it with pistachios, she did it with Hershey's Kisses and chocolate Easter eggs, and apparently she'd been doing it with condoms as well. Clearly, it was the wrappers I had seen last night.. Bobby said, "Stay here, I'll go get some more." He hurriedly got dressed. He found his shirt at the foot of the bed, which allowed him to finish dressing. She walked over, still naked, and put her arms around him and said, "Hurry!", and kissed him. And kept on kissing him. Soon all sense of urgency seemed to leave her body and she relaxed against him and kissed him more sensuously. The same thing happened to him. He slipped his arms around her. She tensed up a bit and may have made a halfhearted effort to pull away, but he didn't let go and she relaxed against him again. He grabbed a handful of her naked ass. I heard her say, "mmmm!" She let go of him and reached for his pants. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped them. He broke the kiss and gently pushed her backwards toward the bed. She sat on the bed and he kissed her again and pushed on her shoulders. Her only reaction to this was to reach behind her to lower herself onto her back without bouncing. He finished removing his pants and started to climb onto the bed; she scooted backward to give him room. She reached behind her, grabbed my pillow, and put it under her butt. She does that with me sometimes to change the angle of penetration and make it deeper, but that was the first time I'd seen her do it with him. She opened her legs as wide as they would go, reached down and took hold of his cock as soon as it was close enough, and guided it into her as he laid down on top of her. She let out another moaning sigh as her hungry pussy was finally filled up with the cock she'd been craving. He took it slow for a long time, giving her soft kisses, playing with her breasts, running his hands along the sides of her upper legs, reaching down between them and flicking her clit with his thumb. She held his face between her hands to kiss him, ran her hands along his chest, wrapped her arms and legs around him, let go, and got closer and closer to her release. Suddenly he picked up the pace, and her sensuous movements suddenly turned into frantic writhing, holding on to him for dear life, twitching, and screaming. He slowed down to let her come down from it, then fucked her hard and set her off again. Finally it was too much for him and he tensed up, grabbed hold of her hips, and drove his cock as deep into her as it could go. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled, and cried out with pleasure and joy as she finally felt his seed squirt inside her. She didn't show the slightest hesitation at letting him release millions of sperm deep into her fertile, unprotected body. I squirted my seed at this point watching them on the video. I hadn't even touched myself. They laid there holding each other for a long time. But eventually, the hormones subsided, and then the afterglow subsided, and then reality set in. Bobby spoke first. "Dave is not going to like this." She sighed and answered, "Give me the phone, let me talk to him. At least I can give him some warning about it before he sees the video. Maybe he'll forgive us by the time he comes home." "You really think so?" "Well, maybe he'll start to forgive us." He climbed off of her, went to the nightstand, found the phone, and handed it to her. She dialed and waited. "No answer." "Maybe he's busy." "I'll try again in 10-15 minutes." He laid down on his side next to her, with his arm resting across her upper belly just below her breasts. She stayed on her back the whole time with the pillow still under her. They said little until she started dialing the phone again. This time, there was an answer. I heard her side of the conversation again. Soon after it started, she sat up. I figure that's how the big wet spot ended up on my pillow. Halfway through he sat behind her and slipped his arms around her just under her breasts, and put his ear near the phone so he could hear my side of the conversation. Toward the end, when it became clear I wasn't going to kill them, he started kissing the side of her neck, pulled his hand up, and pinched one of her nipples. Then he reached between her legs with the other hand and pleasured her clit. That was the cause of the strange noises I heard her make. She said, "I love you," listened to me say it back to her, then hung up the phone and dropped it onto the bed. The moment she did that he let go of her and gently pressed on her upper back. She got the idea right away and went forward onto all fours, knees and elbows, with her ass tilted up as high as she could get it. He moved my pillow aside, knelt down behind her, and tried to slide his cock back into her. He missed twice before she reached down between her legs and guided him into her. "Uuuunnnngh, yeah, right there," she whimpered softly as the delicious feelings started building up inside her again. She rocked back and forth on her elbows and knees, sliding her pussy up and down his cock. He took hold of her hips, and the two of them wordlessly established a rhythm harder and faster than they'd started with last time. She wiggled her hips side to side along with her back-and-forth movement, sensuously dancing with him. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled it; she let her head be pulled backwards and started screaming, "yeah, that's it, fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!" He started thrusting his hips to match her movements. He eventually let go of her hair and grabbed her hips again. Then he pushed her forward, so that she was resting on her belly with her ass tilted up slightly to give him continued access. He fucked her a little more slowly in that position, and she bent her knees until her lower legs were pointing straight up. She tensed up, pointed her toes, bent her legs even further until her feet were almost touching his lower back, grabbed big handfuls of blanket, and held a death-grip on that blanket as her cries and sharp breaths announced that he'd pushed her over the edge yet again. He slowed down and let her recover a bit, then he rolled off and turned her onto her side. Now she was facing the camera, and he was spooning her from behind. She lifted one leg, opening herself up. She helped him position his cock and he pushed it back into her. I had an excellent view of my wife's pussy getting penetrated and his cock disappearing into her and reappearing wet with her juices. He reached around her and pinched her nipple, and she turned her head to the side and kissed him. They started slowly at first, but soon I could hear their bodies slapping together as they picked up the pace of their fucking. She closed her legs for a little while, then opened them again, no doubt enjoying a variety of stimulations as she changed the forces acting on different parts of her pussy. She worked her hips back and forth against him. He reached down and flicked her clit, and she responded by screaming, clutching the blankets, and twitching her top leg. He let go and slowed down, and she calmed down again. Then he started frantically driving in and out of her, clearly feeling himself get close. Sure enough, less than half a minute later, he drove into her and stayed there. She turned and kissed him again, and tensed up and made muffled cries as she enjoyed the sensation of him filling her up with his sticky cream yet again. Once they were completely spent, she twisted in his embrace until she was on her back again. He stayed on his side next to her, holding her. They shared soft little kisses for several minutes. Bobby Makes Three Ch. 02 She opened her mouth to say something, hesitated for several seconds, then just sighed and said, "Wow." She went quiet for several minutes. She seemed about to say something, but she never did. At least once, he also started to say something and decided not to. Finally, they started talking again, but their voices were too low for me to make out, and she began to mumble rather than talk. She was clearly worn out. Bobby grabbed her pillow from the other end of the bed and put it under her head. He covered her and played with her hair while she drifted off to sleep. Once she was out cold, he kissed her forehead and left. I stopped the video. I brought it into my home office and put it in a locked filing cabinet, lest the kids somehow discover it. I went to bed, grabbed my pillow, and climbed under the covers next to Melissa. I got into bed the usual way, so her feet were near my pillow. I reached out and held onto one of them. The wet spot they had left on my pillow was right next to my nose. The smell got me instantly hard again. I pulled her foot over to me and kissed it; she didn't stir at all. After more than half an hour, I finally fell asleep, still smelling their juices and holding on to her foot. Bobby Makes Three He pulled the thin material a fraction of an inch away from her inner thigh, and rubbed the flesh that that movement exposed. He left it at that, teasing her, postponing the delicious contact that she was waiting for. Then he pulled his hand away and took hold of the waistband of her panties. She bit her lip and lifted her butt off of the sofa. He lost no time sliding the panties down her hips. She lowered her ass again, lifted her legs up high in the air, and pointed her toes. He slid the panties up and over her feet. He looked over at me, saw me with the top in my hand, and tossed my wife's panties to me. The crotch was soaked. It smelled wonderful. Melissa let her legs fall back down. One foot went behind him while the other was flat on the sofa next to him with her leg bent. She let her legs fall open as far as they would go. While he sat there admiring her most intimate spot, now uncovered and open in invitation to him, she reached down and unbuttoned her skirt. It fell open, leaving her exposed from head to toe. He slid his hands up her inner thighs, more quickly this time than before. She tensed up when he made contact with her bare pussy lips, then let out a shuddering breath when he slid a finger inside. She started bucking her hips, a sexy dancing movement that really involved her whole body. "Oh my god that feels so good! Unnnngh!" I began to smell her wet pussy from where I was. His finger sliding in and out of her was making soft squishing noises. She worked her hips back and forth, reached down and held onto his arm, and after a few minutes she went rigid, then her arms and legs twitched while she softly moaned between rapid breaths from her first orgasm of the night. I usually don't get to see her whole body react to her orgasms, because I'm too close to her. Now I had an excellent view of her face turning bright red, her eyes rolling back in her head, her toes clenching, and everything in between. After a few minutes, she sat up and kissed him again while he finger-fucked her more slowly than before. She reached for the button of his shorts and frantically undid them. Now it was his turn to lift his butt in the air and, with his free hand, he helped her pull his shorts and underwear down past his hips. She broke the kiss and looked down. Her eyes went wide as she saw his cock standing at attention. It was about an inch longer than mine, and maybe slightly thicker. She looked like she was ready to devour it. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its hardness, the texture of its skin, while enjoying the sensation of his finger still buried in her. She was clearly thinking about how it would feel to have that cock buried in her instead. She actually licked her lips in anticipation while she slid her hand up and down his pole. He kissed her and gently pushed her onto her back. He pulled his shirt off and turned to face her, kneeling between her legs. He scooted forward. She watched, wide-eyed, while he took hold of his cock, touched her pussy lips with it, and pressed it against her opening, bringing their intimate parts into contact for the first time. He thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock disappeared into her, and my wife was now officially getting fucked by my best friend. She gripped the sofa with her fingers. His cock slid easily into her wet, slippery opening, and it wasn't long before it was fully buried inside her. My newly adulterous wife flashed him a beaming smile and whispered, "fuck me, Bobby." He lost no time obliging her. He immediately started working his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, then more rapidly as she started moaning again and encouraging him. She pulled him down to her and kissed him frantically, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He untucked his legs again and extend them back, pressing his knees into the sofa cushion and thrusting his hips back and forth. She worked her hips back and forth, quickly matching his rhythm. She kept on with, "Fuck me fuck me oh yes fuuuuck," then more or less stopped forming words as the sensations overwhelmed her. It didn't take long for him to push her over the edge again. She dug her heels into his lower back, clenched her toes, grabbed his arms, and held on for dear life as she rode out a powerful orgasm, her sweet body writhing with overwhelming pleasure. After she came down from that, he climbed off of her, grabbed her legs, and turned her facing the front. Now her head was against the back of the sofa and bent forward, her back was mostly on the seat and partly on the back of the sofa, her ass was on the edge of the sofa, and her legs were sticking out on either side of him. He grabbed a sofa cushion, knelt down on it facing her, and slid his cock right back inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs back around him and actually took some of her weight off of the sofa by pulling against him for a little while. She kissed him again and worked her hips and her whole body for all she was worth. She moved frantically and gracefully at the same time; it was like she was dancing with him. Even though I didn't have nearly this good a view of her when I was with her, I still knew she never moved quite like that with me. He was somehow graceful and forceful at the same time, moving fluidly with her even as he drove his cock into her. She unwrapped her legs for a while. Her legs were spread, her knees were against his sides, her feet were in the air behind him, and with each thrust her legs bounced upward and back down. Soon he started making whimpering noises of his own. He whispered something in her ear; in response she wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles together behind his waist, pulling him as far into her as he could get and not letting him go. His body tensed up and he started grunting, obviously squirting cum inside of her. Her eyes went wide and then rolled back into her head as this pushed her over the edge one more time. Her whole body shuddered, her toes clenched hard enough to turn white, her rapid breathing and loud moaning and crying out filled the room with the sounds of ecstasy, and she held onto him and squeezed him with all four limbs harder than ever before. Slowly she came back to her senses as the powerful orgasm subsided, and she kissed him again, hard and sensuously. They stayed in that position, holding on to each other, for a couple of minutes afterward. He finally let go of her and sat next to her, and she let her arms and legs go limp. Somehow she didn't slide off of the sofa, even though her ass was right on the edge of it. Her legs were spread a bit and I could see a little bit of his cum start to leak out of her onto the sofa. I sat down next to her and asked her (unnecessarily) if she enjoyed it. She turned to me and said, "yes, oh my God yes, thank you so much for letting this happen!" She kissed me, turned back to him and said, "and thank you, that was amazing!" He replied, "you were pretty amazing too!" He asked me, "are you sure this is all right with you? Are we still cool?" I told him, "Yes, I'm OK with you guys doing this, we're still friends, and nothing else has to change. She wanted this so badly I just couldn't say no to her." A short time afterward, he excused himself to visit the restroom, still naked. She thanked me again and kissed me. While he was in the restroom, she finally managed to stand up. She walked straight to the restroom and waited by the door. Once he came out, she grabbed his hand and led him to our bedroom. She maneuvered him onto our bed (on her side of it) on his back, climbed on top of him, and kissed him. Her pussy lips were pressed against the front of his cock, and I could see it quickly harden once again. She kissed her way down his chest, scooting backward as she went, and lingered at his belly, teasing him by delaying what we all knew was the next step. Her wicked grin showed that she well knew that he wanted her to keep going and that she was teasing and tormenting him by lingering. After a minute or two of this, she suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked the front of his shaft from balls to tip. After that she licked her lips, savoring the taste of his cock and the flavoring they had coated it with earlier. Then she licked the shaft a couple more times before finally closing her mouth, pressing her lips against the head, and bobbing her head downward, letting his cock part her lips as it slid inside her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she said. She couldn't say much else with her mouth full of cock, of course, but clearly she was enjoying what she was doing. She started bobbing her head up and down, and it didn't take long before he was bucking his hips to match her movements, slowly fucking her mouth. As I watched this scene play out in front of me, I wondered if maybe I should join in, perhaps by putting my face under her and going down on her. I hesitated because I didn't know if she would welcome that, or if she'd be annoyed by the distraction. She hadn't mentioned a threesome; the only thing that I knew for sure she wanted was a chance to be with him. Before I could make up my mind, she made her move. She pulled her lips off of his cock, crawled up his body, and gave him another kiss as she reached underneath her and grabbed his cock. She positioned it at her opening, and he took hold of her hips as she slowly sank down on it, impaling herself. They didn't break the kiss until her pussy lips were at the base of his cock pressing on his pelvis. She propped herself up on her arms and started moving her hips up and down. His cock reappeared, slick and shiny with her juices, then slowly disappeared into her again. She whimpered from the delicious feelings starting to take over. Then she sat up further and changed her motion, moving her hips forward and backward, leaving his cock deep inside her and grinding the inside of her pussy against it. She put her hands on his chest and used them to hold herself up, and once again her whole body started undulating. With one of his hands, he let go of her hip, and he brought that hand up to her breast, and set about pleasuring her nipple again. She straightened up at that and her eyes went unfocused. He sat up and took that nipple into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and worked her hips back and forth more forcefully. Soon she held onto him tightly and cried out. Even though her feet were tucked under her hips, I could still see her clenching her toes. Her face turned red and her body went stiff right before her cries were interrupted by heavy, rapid breaths. When this began to subside, he laid back down, taking her with him and then sharing more kisses with her. After her orgasm had run its course, she let go of him and collapsed on top of him, catching her breath. They rested that way for about half a minute, with his cock still buried in her, then he held her around the waist and flipped her over onto her back. He pulled her legs back and started pounding her. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the squishing sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her, and the sound of her gasping with the sudden intensity of it all. He pulled her legs back further and rested her ankles on his shoulders, folding her almost in half. Her breasts bounced upward toward her face and back down. The bed squeaked. He pulled his upper body away; her legs came off of his shoulders and she pressed her feet into his chest, using that as leverage to work her hips up and down. Finally his thrusts stopped. He drove into her and stayed there. She slipped her legs out to his sides, pulled his face down toward her, and kissed him while he squirted more sticky cream into her sweet body. I heard muffled cries and saw her eyes roll back as one more little orgasm was triggered by globs of cum hitting her deep inside her pussy. They relaxed together like that, him laying on top of her, his softened cock still inside her pussy. Finally he rolled off of her and lay on his side next to her. She smiled at me, and beckoned me to come closer. She gave me a kiss and thanked me again. The three of us talked a little while, awkwardly at first, then it got to be just like the old days even though two of us were naked. Finally he said, "This was fun, guys, but I really have to get going." She got up, walked a little unsteadily to the dresser and put on one of my t-shirts. It was big on me; on her it went halfway down to her knees. We all went to the living room where he found his clothes and got dressed again. She took his hand and walked him to the door. She told him, "We're gonna have to do this again soon." He nodded and agreed. After he opened the door, she stood on her tiptoes, tilted her face up, and pulled his hands downward; he brought his lips down to meet hers. They shared a good-bye kiss; it was a quick kiss but it was as deep and sensuous as the others. Then we watched him get in his car and pull out of the driveway before we closed the door. I pulled her to me and kissed her just as deeply. Then without a word I grabbed big handfuls of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head. I led her to the couch, sat her down, and sat on the floor between her legs. The smell of sex hit me more strongly than ever. There was a wet little trail on her inner thigh where cum was already running down her leg. I tentatively licked it, sampling it to see what I was in for. It tasted unpleasant but not intolerable, and the knowledge of what it was and how it got there was intensely erotic. Without any more hesitation, I attacked her sloppy wet pussy with my tongue, driving it as far into her as it would go, reveling in the flavor and smell of what Bobby had done to her, sliding my tongue upward to brush against her still-sensitive clit in between seeking out more of their combined fluid to taste. She started working her body again, pushing her hips up and pressing her pussy against my mouth. She pressed her feet against my upper back for leverage, reached down and played with my hair, and started writhing under me. I reached up and pinched her nipple, and that drove her over the edge. My jaw hurt a little as she kept using more force to drive her pussy up against my mouth and clamped my head in between her legs. Before she had a chance to fully come down from that, I got up on my knees, hurriedly pulled my pants down, and lined up my cock. I wasted no time sliding it in. It was more wet and slippery than ever before. There was hardly any friction, so for a little while I felt nothing but gooey warm wetness. I kissed her and pinched her nipple again as I frantically drove in and out of her. Soon her pussy started clamping down on me and I could feel more contact between us. The memory of what had happened, and the new feeling inside her that I knew came from that, proved to be too much for me and I soon squirted a third load of cum into her already well-fucked pussy. We held each other tightly and kissed, and slowly came down together. She whispered, "I had a nice little one to finish off an amazing night, thank you sweetie." I told her I loved her, and she told me she loved me. Eventually we let go of each other and got dressed. One more matter remained, and I brought it up while we had a little snack and some water in the kitchen. She wasn't on birth control – it made her feel bloated and cranky and icky all month. I said, "You guys didn't use any protection." She shot back, "Why didn't you say something at the time?" "Why didn't you say something at the time? You're the one that doesn't want another baby yet!" That brought her up short. "I... well, I kept putting it off. I figured we could go get one after he went down on me. And then he just went for it instead and, once it was inside me, there was no way I could ask him to take it back out, it just felt so amazing! And then after the first time, I figured if I was fertile tonight and got knocked up, doing it again wouldn't make it any worse. I promise next time we'll get hold of the protection before we start!" One more reminder that that wasn't going to be the last time they got together. I just hoped she meant what she said. I accepted her promise and let it go at that. After all, I could have said something as well. I had found it impossible to tear myself away from the scene to go get protection from our bedroom, and it makes sense that she had found it even more impossible to tear herself away from participating in it. We went to bed and snuggled under the covers and shared soft little kisses with each other. She and Bobby had left a wet spot on my side of the bed. I quickly got hard when I started feeling the sticky wetness on the sheet, and it took a good while for me to fall asleep. She was worn out from their activities and fell asleep quickly. Bobby and I both used protection with Melissa after that. We crossed our fingers for the next twelve days, and breathed a sigh of relief when her period came right on schedule.