Me, You, My Wife, and Yours

Seeing my wife, Helen, blowing Brad, my best friend, would have been devastating a few weeks before.

Now, as I watched my wife thoroughly enjoy servicing Brad’s cock, I called out, “Make sure you swallow, Helen.”

She pulled her mouth off, smirked resignedly, sighed and said, “I know, Harry. Every fucking drop.”

She went back to blowing him.

Janet, Brad’s wife, a cute little brunette I always had the hots for, pulled her mouth off my dick, looked up at me and said, “You want me to swallow, too, Harry?”

“Absolutely not! Helen drinks all the cum. Don’t you, Baby?”

Pausing to answer, Helen said, “Yeah, Janet. Harry likes it that way.”

Janet paused blowing me and put on an exaggerated pouty face. “I don’t get any? Why not? I like to swallow, too, you know.”

Everyone but Janet laughed.

Brad nodded. “Yes, she does. She really does.”

Helen frowned. “And I fucking hate it. Why can’t Janet be the cum slut?”

Now everyone but Helen laughed.

“I volunteer!” Janet quipped, raising her hand, and going back to sucking my dick.

“Nope!” Looking over at Helen as Janet bobbed her mouth a little too quickly on my cock, I said, “It has to be you, Helen. I just fucking love that cute, disgusted face you make when you’re choking down a big load. You’re sucking his dick so good. Are you really going to ruin the experience and deprive Brad of that?”

Helen looked up at Brad expectantly as she deepthroated his cock and held it there.

I could see her throat undulating as she did that deepthroat, tongue wagging trick.

I envied Brad. Janet was great at giving head, but Helen was Helen.

She could out-blow a porn star.

Brad yelled, “I think… we’re about… to find out. Holy shit! I’m cumming!”

Janet stopped blowing me and we all looked at Helen, suddenly on the receiving end of Brad’s orgasm.

Brad’s knees buckled, and his whole body shook. Helen pulled her mouth back up his shaft, and held her lips in a tight ring around the end of his cock. Her hands both milking his cock in an effort to help coax out as much cum as humanly possible.

Her eyes popped wide as some unknown quantity of sperm shot into her mouth.

“Oh shit,” Janet mused, smiling proudly, eyes wide and staring. “That looks like one of his really big ones.” She giggled. “Even I have trouble with those.”

We had known Brad and Janet for many years. I knew Brad since I was twelve. We were friends long before I met Helen.

Helen and Janet were friends since high school. Both of them were four years older than Brad and I. So, when Helen and I were dating, about a year before we got married, Brad met Janet at our house.

They hit it off, started dating, and were both in our wedding party, an usher and a bride’s maid.

I knew Helen had a thing for Brad, and he her. It was obvious. Neither would ever do anything about it, but I could always tell they were very attracted to each other. She always talked about how much Brad looked like Patrick Swayze – and Helen adored Patrick Swayze.

Brad often countered with how much Helen looked like Marilyn Chambers.

The first time he mentioned that resemblance, Helen had said she didn’t know who that was.

When I told her it was a porn star she looked completely shocked and embarrassed.

Brad gushed apologetic, falling all over himself in an attempt to tell her how beautiful and sexy Marilyn Chambers was.

Helen accepted his apologies, trying to remain demure, but I could tell she secretly found his comparison complimentary.

After that they would routinely call each other Patrick and Marilyn.

How freaking obvious can you get?

Janet and I were much harder to read. I didn’t know how Janet felt about me, but I thought she was a doll. I’m certain nobody even suspected how I felt.

If I’m attracted to someone who is taboo I make certain to exude the opposite. My momma didn’t raise no fools.

Still, secretly, I would steal glimpses of her big, perky tits, thin waist and shapely round ass, all in a tiny five foot nothing package. She had alabaster skin and raven black hair past her shoulders.

Her cute, cherub-like face had the biggest dark brown eyes I’d ever seen.

Also, she seemed much more sexually uninhibited than most girls. Unlike Helen, Janet had no problem openly talking about past sexual exploits in detail.

She did this a lot around me, but never to me. So, again, hard to read.

I never caught Janet looking at me in anything but passing glances.

Was she coldly avoiding any hint of trying to connect in an intimate way like I was, or was she simply uninterested in any way?

I’m good at reading people, especially women. I guessed she was attracted to me, most women were, and suspected she just knew how to hide it well like I did, but I truly did not know.

So, the years passed, and all four of us remained good friends, just good friends.

Then my wife cheated on me and I made her into my sex slave for a day. (See ‘Wife to Sex Slave’ on Literotica, by yours truly)

About a week after that, as we tried to resume our marriage with openness and honesty, I confessed my attraction for Janet to Helen.

“How long have you been attracted to her?” Helen sat forward on her lawn chair.

The grill was heating up, all the food and drinks were ready for the backyard barbecue. We had just sat down to have a beer and a cigarette as we waited for our guests.

I shrugged and chuckled. “Since I met her.”

“But… but she’s my best friend.”

“So?”

Helen looked genuinely upset. “So that’s wrong. You shouldn’t be attracted to my best friend.”

“You’re attracted to Brad. What’s the difference?”

Helen’s eyes shot wide. “What? Brad?” she said, feigning shock.

“Oh, please. I thought we were being honest? Yes, Brad… or should I say, Patrick?” I smirked and took a smug drag of my smoke. “You want to fuck him? That can happen now.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“But that means I get to fuck Janet.”

Helen didn’t seem to know how to react. Her head shook and her eyes blinked. I thought I saw her can of beer slip a little from her grasp.

Just then, as if on cue, Brad’s voice came from behind us. He said, “Hey, Harry. Hey, Marilyn. What the hell are you guys talking about? I heard my wife’s name.”

Helen’s beer dropped from her hand onto the grass. It spouted a quick puddle of foam.

I laughed raucously. “We were just talking about wife swapping,” I said, standing up and moving around my chair to hug Brad.

Janet walked up behind him.

“Wife swapping?” Brad laughed, hugging me. “Holy crap! I guess we have a lot more drinking to do to catch up to you guys.”

“No, we were just joking around,” Helen said, awkwardly trying to wipe grass off her beer.

“No we weren’t,” I said, “I was confessing how much I’m attracted to Janet, and Helen was denying how much she’s attracted to you.”

“I am not attracted to you!” Helen said. She looked at Janet, shaking her head. “I’m not, Janet.”

“See,” I said, pointing at Helen. “Denial is NOT just a river in Egypt.”

“But, I’m not!” Helen slammed her beer down on the table.

Janet smiled and said, “Yes, you are.” She pulled up next to Brad, ducking under his arm and curled her arm around him. Looking up at her husband, she rubbed his muscular arm and added, “Who wouldn’t be? He’s a hunk.”

They kissed.

“But… but I’m not. Really. Brad’s like a brother to me.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Like a brother you want to fuck.” Janet, Brad and I all laughed, as Helen looked more frantic than ever.

“I can’t believe you people,” she said. “This is ridiculous.”

We laughed louder.

“It’s no big deal,” I said. “I mean Brad’s crush on Helen is probably even bigger than Helen’s crush on Brad. Right, Brad?”

Brad’s jovial smile vanished. He looked like a train was bearing down on him. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

“Yeah,” I said, “Brad has the biggest crush of any of us.”

Still smiling, Janet focused in on me with her big dark eyes blazing, shook her head and said, “I don’t think so. I think my crush on you is the biggest one here.”

Brad twisted around, pulling his arm off his wife and Helen stood up, both staring at Janet with their mouths agape.

She snarled at them, pulled even further away from her husband and said, “What? It’s just a natural physical response. Sometimes I just look at Harry and I get wet. Don’t tell me looking at Brad doesn’t do that for you, Helen. I’ve seen how you-”

“It doesn’t!” Helen shouted. “That’s ridiculous. How can that happen looking at any man?”

Looking stunned, Brad said, “You get wet?”

Janet smiled and nodded several times, seemingly thrilled to share her secret.

“Looking at Janet makes me hard sometimes,” I offered.

They all looked at me. Janet was the only one smiling, her eyes looking like she’d just seen a cute puppy.

“Oh,” she cooed at me, “What a sweet thing to say.”

I raised my beer to her and chuckled. “Thank you. Mostly when you’re walking away. Such a gorgeous ass.” I fluttered my brow and took a drink.

The beer flew out of my hand and the wind flew out of my lungs as I flew backwards, lifted a foot high off the ground.

It felt like I got hit by a truck.

I landed with Brad on top of me.

“You look at my wife’s ass, you sick fuck! I’ll kill you!”

I was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, in very good shape and I grew up in a black neighborhood, always fighting, and having those fights with a lot of very tough black kids.

Unfortunately, so did Brad.

He was also a black belt in Tae Kwon Do (a degree higher than me), was in better shape and grew up in that very same neighborhood.

Also, Brad was about four inches taller and twenty pounds heavier.

He rained blows down on me as our wives screamed.

Still, I’m no helpless kitten. I’m very quick, very experienced in getting beaten on by someone bigger than me (unfortunately) and I had the one advantage of not being angry.

As Brad did his best to break my face, I deftly dodged, blocked, redirected and mostly avoided the majority of his hammering blows.

I say mostly because one punch to the forehead did get through and rang my bell a little.

As my wind returned, though, and I assessed my predicament, I began calculating how best to defend myself.