by blackrandl1958

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Swinging, Polygamy/Polyamory, .

Desc: Drama Sex Story: He was married to the woman of his dreams. They had another dream, but how to get there without it all becoming a nightmare?

Credit to whom credit is due (I was reminded by another writer). I owe credit to my editing team. PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat, GeorgeAnderson and Olddave1951. My team is untouchable. I should be paying them, but they seem happy with our arrangement. I love you guys and I’m in your debt. You all bring your special gifts to the team and I’ll always be grateful. Harddaysknight and Saxon_Hart give me peer review. I do listen to you. Thanks guys, and I love you, too. You aren’t afraid to tell me if you think a story sucks. You also encourage me and recognize excellence, if I achieve that. That’s what every writer needs. You know how many of those sucky stories I send you.

Sometimes a guy needs a two-by-four alongside the head to wake him up. I may not have enjoyed the experience, but I love the result. Life surprises you.

It had been a weird week. I had a very strange conversation with Sylvia earlier in the week. I thought it had gone into some pretty odd territory. We were watching a movie. It was called “Vicky Christina Barcelona.” It was about these two girls that go to Spain and one of them gets involved with a man and his estranged wife. It was very romantic and very erotic and we had some hot sex afterward.

“God, Callison, what got your motor revved up?” Sylvia was trying to catch her breath.

“That was a hot movie,” I told her. “Did you see those two women going at it with that guy?”

“I guess you have to be a man,” she said. “What if it had been two men, going at it with a girl?”

“I guess it depends,” I said. “It wouldn’t be nearly as hot, especially if they had to put their junk close to each other. It would just seem ... sort of gay, I guess.”

“So, two women putting their ‘junk’ together is hot, but not two men?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “I think most men like the idea of a threesome with two smoking hot women. I mean, Scarlet Johansson and Penelope Cruz.”

She smacked me playfully. “What about Addie and me?” she asked.

My cock gave a lurch. “God, what wouldn’t I pay to see that,” I said.

“I’m sure there would be a price,” she said. “Does that really make you hot, Cal?”

“Jesus Christ, Syl, of course it does,” I said. “There isn’t a man on the planet that wouldn’t give his left nut to see that.”

“She is smoking hot, isn’t she?” She had an odd look on her face, like she knew something I didn’t.

I felt like I was straying into dangerous territory here, so I attempted to extricate myself. “Yeah, but you’re all any man could ever dream of,” I told her.

She reached down and I was caught. “Why is your cock as hard as a rock, then?” she grinned at me. “Are you going to use this deadly weapon on this poor defenseless girl? Are you going to fantasize about Addie and me?”

“Sounds good,” I said. I deployed the weapon and that was the end of the conversation, but not of the weird week.

It had been a pretty bad day on Friday. Sylvia was not happy with me before I left to go to the job site. We were out of coffee because I had forgotten to get it the night before, and she’s cranky without her morning cup of coffee. I ran down to the convenience store and got us each a cup. One of the cups collapsed when I was putting the lid on and coffee spilled on my pants. It was hot as hell and I skipped around for a minute, cursing like a sailor. The hot chick getting a cappuccino thought it was pretty funny. I was considerably less amused. I got another cup and managed to get the lid on this one.

She was still cranky. After being married to her for 11 years, I knew enough to just stay out of her way. I ran upstairs and changed my pants. Peyton, our daughter, yelled at me that she was going to be late. I came out and nearly ran her over in the hall.

“Daddy, watch where you’re going,” she complained. I grabbed her up and kissed her while she squealed in protest. Seven-year-old girls only like being kissed when they want to be kissed. She really liked it, though; she just pretended not to like it. I liked it a lot and I felt better.

We went downstairs and I packed her lunch. Sylvia came rushing through and gave me a peck, squeezed Peyton and swirled out the door. “Remember, we’re going out with Addie tonight,” she said as she went out. I dropped Peyton at school and went to work. I own a waterproofing company. If you want to build a building and don’t want water coming in the basement or the parts that touch the earth, you should give me a call. Do it before you build it; I don’t clean up other people’s mistakes.

The day refused to get better. Someone else had ordered the supplies and we were short. I would have to borrow from another job and try to get some ordered. I left the crew there and went to another job. My foreman there was having some personal problems. I was trying to help him, but if he didn’t get his act together, he was going to find himself back on hourly as just another worker. It’s hard to kick a man while he’s down, but I needed better performance from him. I had a talk with him and went to the last job. They were supposed to have been ready for us two days earlier, but there had been complications. Now I was paying my crew to sit around and watch plumbers and electricians. I told the general contractor I was going to start charging him for my crew sitting around. He wasn’t happy, but neither was I.

When I got to the office, Addie had called in and said she was going to be late. Addie is my partner. She’s never late, but the one morning she was, I needed to talk to her. I got my second cup of coffee and sat in my office to fume a bit. She came breezing in about thirty minutes later. She came in, sat across the desk and smiled at me. I glanced at my watch and she threw back her head and laughed. That always sends a thrill through me.

I’ve been friends with Addie since we were in the fifth grade. I’d just moved to Baton Rouge in the middle of the school year because my father had been transferred there. I was walking across the playground toward my second day of school. The utility workers had left an open ditch about two feet deep, filled with muddy water. I saw two sixth grade boys crowding a girl toward it. She’d sat behind me the day before, a little redhead, stick thin, all freckles and big green eyes. She wore braces and glasses and seemed really shy. She was trying to walk away, but the two boys were moving to get in front of her. She was teetering on the edge, a book in one hand and her bag in the other.

She gave one of the guys a hell of a pop in the face with her book, but the other one pushed her into the ditch. She fell in the mud and he started laughing. She was crying and it made my blood boil. I hate bullies. I charged into them, knocking one of them into the ditch with the girl and the other one down on the ground. I kicked him in the belly and he went flat, his mouth open, sucking wind. I got on top of him and I was beating the hell out of him when two teachers came running up. The girl was crying and trying to get the mud off her legs. We all went to the office.

By the time the story got straight, I got three days of detention, the two boys got suspended for three days and Addison Taylor was my friend for life. She was a late bloomer: by the time we started college at LSU, she was no longer a stick. The braces had gone away leaving her with a spectacular smile. She was tall; contacts had replaced the glasses, no longer hiding those gorgeous eyes, and she was smoking hot. That flaming hair hung in ropes of fire down to the tightest ass you’ve ever seen, her breasts got big and firm and she was just a vision.

We’d dated briefly our sophomore year of college and it had been pretty steamy for a while. Then we had an argument and didn’t speak to each other for a week. She showed up at the house one day after class and we worked it out. We decided that we worked better as best friends and that neither one of us wanted to risk our friendship by becoming something else. We hugged it out and that was it.

We were still best friends. She did our estimating, sold our services and handled the accounting end of things. I handled the crews and all the production side. There was always something between us. I don’t know how to describe it. It was like something waiting, just beyond what you could put a finger on or capture. There was a tension that wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could feel it. We flirted outrageously, and it was fun and funny, but it was as if there was another part being played behind the scenes that was never on screen. I knew it and she knew it; we just didn’t know what to do about it. We just dismissed it and moved on. It was a part of who we had been for years, and it hadn’t affected us. It had become more and more noticeable over the last couple of years, at least, in my mind.

I had noticed how hot she was, more so than at any time since I’d known her. She was in her prime and other men noticed, too. She went out with strings of good looking guys and it made me insanely jealous, for some reason. I didn’t like other guys taking up her time, I guess. The nights she had dates, she couldn’t spend them with Sylvia and me. When she didn’t have a date, she would usually be hanging out with us and there was nothing that made me happier than to have my wife and my best friend, laughing, cutting up, getting smashed together occasionally. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew that Addie and Sylvia probably spent as much time together as any of the three of us did with the others. I was a little jealous of that, too.

After she was through laughing, she told me that she owned half the company and she would damn well show up any time she pleased. She softened that by coming around and giving me a hug. Those big firm breasts pressed up against me and she cradled my head into them.”I stopped by Friendly Supply and they’re going to deliver 200 gallons of waterproofing,” she said.

I should have known. She stayed on top of things. “Sylvia called,” she said. “We’re meeting you guys at Parrain’s at seven.”

“Who’s we?” I asked.

“His name is Lucas,” she said as her hand stroked my hair. “You’ve never met him.”

“Jesus, Addie, don’t you ever date the same guy twice?” I asked. I was kidding, but it was a little hard to keep up with her romantic life.

She laughed again. “Sometimes,” she said. “You’re not going to like him, Calloway.”

“Why not?” I asked. “If I’m not going to like him, why are you bringing him?”

“Well, he’s a lot like you,” she said. “He’s tall, dark and handsome and he has kind of an attitude.”

“I don’t have an attitude,” I objected.

“Of course you do,” she patted my shoulder. “If you were any more cocky and confident I’d want to murder you. I’m surprised Sylvia hasn’t. Anyway, don’t start a fight with him, okay?”

“Whatever,” I said. “Do you know the last time I was in a fight?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” she winked at me. “We were juniors in high school and Kayden Rayley said I was a bitch and left me at the prom. You kicked his ass down at the lake the next day.”

I hadn’t known she was aware of that. I blushed. “Well, he was an asshole,” I said.

“You might think that about Lucas, too, so don’t get all bent out of shape if he says or does something stupid,” she said. That was weird. Was she dating some asshole that was in the habit of doing and saying stupid things? Oh, well, I’d just have to play it cool.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I told her.

I put out brush fires the rest of the day and by the time I went home, I needed a drink. Peyton was spending the weekend with my mom, and was already out of the house. Sylvia came in after a bit. She came over and gave me a kiss. I pulled her down on my lap and she squealed.

Sylvia is this stunning blonde who looks like she just stepped off the plane from some Scandinavian country. She tans well and she had been spending some time in the sun. Her hair was bleached out nearly white and her smile lit her face up like a camera flash. She’s tall and curvy and she was wearing her hair in a big braid that curled around her head. She was so beautiful it made my heart hurt. You’d think she was a stereotypical blonde bimbo by looking at her. She’s the perfect picture of a trophy wife. You’d be wrong. She’s a spitfire. There is a complex and highly intelligent mind behind those baby blue eyes. She has a temper and she’s a dynamo who never runs out of energy. She’s a psychologist with a PhD and she works at a community mental health center.

She pushed her cute little nose up against mine. “Hi, baby,” she whispered. She gave me a kiss that made my ears smoke. “Sorry about being a bitch this morning.”

“If you come home and kiss me like that I’m going to throw away the coffee I bought on the way home,” I told her.

“Peyton’s not here,” she nibbled on my ear. “Want to fool around?”

I pushed her back over on the sofa. “We’ve only got about an hour,” I told her.

“Let’s see how many times you can make me cum in an hour,” she said. “I’m betting on four for me and two for you.”

“Doesn’t seem fair,” I told her. “How come you get more than me?”

“I’m a woman,” she said, as if that explained everything. She did get her four, and maybe five or six before we ran out of time. I was stuck on two. We jumped in the shower and I nearly got going for number three, washing that spectacular Valkyrie body, but she laughed and pushed by me. I watched her dry off and thought about how much I loved this goddess. She snapped me with her towel and told me to get my ass in gear.

I groaned. I wanted to just stay home and fuck her, but Addie would be upset. Addie and Sylvia are as close as sisters in a lot of ways. I had introduced them on our third date. It was a double date and it didn’t go that well. Sylvia was sort of jealous at first, but it’s impossible not to love Addie and now they were very close. Sylvia understood that although we had dated, we would never be more than good friends. I knew she felt confident in our marriage and she knew I would never, ever, hurt her by stepping out on her, even with Addie, had we been so inclined.

“Cal,” she began as we were getting dressed, “do you remember the conversation we had the other night after the movie?”

Uh-oh, I thought, this might be trouble. “Kinda,” I said. “Remind me again.”

“You remember every word,” she said, laughing at me. “I have an idea, Calloway. You aren’t going to like some of it, but I think we can work through it. Do you trust me?”

“Hell no,” I said. “I wouldn’t trust you to wash my favorite shirt. You’d probably shrink in on purpose.”

“I’m being serious,” she said.

“Of course I trust you, Syl,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”

“Just follow my lead and I’ll show you,” she said. “We’ll talk about it when we get home and then you can tell me what you think, okay? Don’t get bent out of shape tonight. We’ll talk about it when we get back. If you don’t like it after we talk, we’ll just forget about it. Will you do that?”

“I guess,” I said. “I’m not sure I know what you’re doing, or talking about doing, but I guess I’m game.”

We met Lucas and Addie at Parrain’s. It’s this wonderful seafood place and we eat there a good bit. Addie was right; I disliked Lucas right away. He did look a little like me, but I had nothing like his opinion of myself. I didn’t like the way he had his hands all over Addie, although that was none of my business. I’ve never been much into public displays of affection. She didn’t seem to mind. I also didn’t like the way his eyes were all over Sylvia and that was my business. He knew I had busted him looking at her cleavage. He just grinned and shrugged, like, “Who can blame me?” I guess he was right about that. I was the only one that caught that.

He made all the right noises over dinner. Addie really seemed to like him and that gave him a big boost in my eyes. He hit it off with Sylvia, too. If she noticed him pawing on Addie, she didn’t seem to mind. The food was great and we had a couple of drinks. Addie wanted to go to a club afterward and we decided on Click’s. They had a live band called “Better than Ezra” playing. We played a game of darts and shot some pool. Addison wanted to dance and she took off with Lucas. Sylvia and I sat and watched for a minute.

“Dance with me, Cal.” She turned that absolutely lovely face up toward me and flashed me that million candlepower smile. I pulled her up and we gyrated a bit. The song ended and they started a slow ballad. This was more my speed and Sylvia was all over me. She turned her back and that amazing ass was grinding my, suddenly rock hard, cock. I turned her back around and, surreptitiously filled my hand with one big breast. Her nipple was rock hard and I felt her hand slide down and grab my ass. She pulled me in so she could grind her pussy against my erection. I nearly came in my pants. The song ended and I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Addie.

“Switch?” she asked Sylvia.

This was going to be awkward. They started another song, and wouldn’t you know it, it was another slow one. Addie and Sylvia changed places and I had another beautiful woman molded against me. I tried to keep her from feeling my hard cock, but she was just as aggressive as Sylvia had been, She looked up at me and those green eyes blazed. “Hey there, big boy,” she said. “I remember you.” She forced her pussy against my erection and ground on it a little.

“Jesus, Addison,” I said. “Sylvia is going to see you.” She grinned very wickedly and one thigh moved between mine. She humped my leg, I swear. I wondered if there would be a wet spot on my pants.

“I think she’s too busy to notice,” Addie said. She nodded across the floor. It looked like Sylvia was as horny as Addison was. I could see the movements of her hips as she rubbed against Lucas; doing nearly the same thing to him Addie was doing to me. That was like a cold slap in the face. What was I doing? I disengaged and walked back to our booth, Addie trailing behind.

“What the hell, Cal?” she said when we sat down. “You can’t just walk off and leave me like that!”

“We were getting a little carried away there, Addie,” I said. “Best friends, remember?”

We drank some of our drinks and the next time I looked out at the floor, I saw Lucas’s hands on Sylvia’s ass, pulling her into him. She didn’t seem to be resisting. I started sliding out and Addie jumped up and slid in beside me. “Don’t, Cal,” she begged. “You said you wouldn’t make a scene. They aren’t hurting anything. Just stay here with me and go with the flow. It’s going to be okay.”

I wondered what the hell was going on. Was Addie wanting to let Lucas play with Sylvia in return for me playing with her? I was confused and feeling very weird. “Are you telling me you’re okay with letting your boyfriend feel up my wife?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it,” she said. “Jesus, Calloway, do you imagine that she’s going to fuck him out there on the dance floor? I’m pretty sure the silly girl is madly in love with you. Let her play. She’ll go home with you in a bit and fuck your eyes out. Plus, you get to feel me up.” She took my hand and pulled it up to one fantastic breast, leaning into me so what we were doing was hidden to anyone not in our booth. She did have a hell of a point. I shouldn’t have done it, but I slid my hand up inside her loose blouse and into her bra, rolling one very erect nipple between my fingers. She moaned and I felt her hand on my cock. I saw that Sylvia had noticed that we weren’t on the dance floor and she got a little worried look on her face. She pushed Lucas’s hands away and came toward the booth. Addie straightened up and I took my hand out of her blouse. Her fingers didn’t leave my cock under the table and she didn’t move. Sylvia and Lucas came back to the table. Sylvia just slid in on the other side of the booth and Lucas slid in beside her.

Her eyes were blue fire. “What are you naughty kids up to?” She grinned at me.

“Pretty much the same thing you were,” Addie matched her smile. “I’m drunk as hell. No more alcohol for you boys, you’re driving.” She scooted over a little against me, rubbing one, obviously erect, nipple against my arm. I glanced over at Sylvia and she met my eyes. She made kissy lips at me. Obviously, she didn’t care what Addie was doing with her husband. I had no idea why she wouldn’t mind and I was going to find out. I wondered if she knew that Addison was tugging at my zipper, her reaction would have been any different.

Addie was saying something to me and I looked at her. She winked at me as her hand slid inside my boxers and wrapped around my painful erection. I heard a little gasp from Sylvia and glanced over at her. I couldn’t tell for sure what was happing under the table, but from the position of his arm and the look on her face, Lucas had his hand on her pussy. She smiled at me and didn’t make any move to stop him, so I didn’t do anything. Addie’s hand on my cock felt too good for me to think about anything else for a while. When some drunk chick bumped up against our table, I came to my senses. This was going to be awkward at work Monday.

“Addie, stop it,” I whispered in her ear. “We’re going home. I’ll talk to you Monday, okay?” She pulled her hand out of my pants, zipped me up and patted my thigh. “It’s okay, Cal,” she whispered back. “Don’t worry. I’ve always loved you and I always will. I love Sylvia, too. Trust me, okay?”

I did trust her. She’d earned that. She had been an absolutely and fanatically loyal friend since the fifth grade. I knew she’d never hurt me, or Sylvia, but this was so weirdly erotic and I didn’t have a clue. Nothing remotely like this had happened in all the time I’d known her or been married to Sylvia.

“Syl,” I prompted her. She started and I saw her hand move under the table, pushing Lucas’s hand out from under her dress. “It’s getting late,” I said. “Time to go.”

She nodded and Lucas and Addison slid out. We walked out together and Addie kissed me as we parted to go to our cars. “See you Monday,” she said. Sylvia gave Lucas a peck, I shook his hand and we walked away. When we got in the car, I just sat there for a minute.

She looked over at me. “You okay to drive, Calloway?” she asked. I could tell she was uneasy, but I thought she wouldn’t start anything now.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. We were going to have a talk, but this wasn’t the place.

It turns out that we didn’t have that talk that night. She attacked me like a tiger the minute the garage door went down. I’d never seen her so on fire and she did try to fuck my eyes out, just as Addie had promised.

She was gone grocery shopping the next morning when I got up. I lounged around until about 10:30, just drinking coffee and reading a book. Sylvia came in and she looked gorgeous. She had on a green t-shirt and white shorts and I marveled again at my luck in being married to this amazing woman. She had two bags of groceries and I helped her put them away. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat on my lap in my chair.

“Cal, you know I love you, right?” she said.

“Uh-oh, is this where you tell me that you’re having an affair, but you love only me? It’s just sex with the other guy?” I was only half joking.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Just answer the question.”

“Yes, I know you love me,” I said. “I think I know that. Do you?”

“With all my heart,” she said. “I know you love me the same way. Now we’re going to have that talk I told you we would have. I meant to do it last night but I needed to fuck you so badly that I couldn’t wait. I know some things that you don’t.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked.

“I know you’re in love with Addison,” she said. “I know she’s in love with you. I’ve always known.”

“Well, I hate to tell you this,” I said, “but you’re mistaken. I love Addie. She’s my best friend, but I’m in love with you. She’s not in love with me, either.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You two have been dancing around each other ever since I’ve known you. You have this ‘We’re just best friends’ thing going because both of you are cowards.”

“Now you’re starting to piss me off,” I told her.

“Yeah, well, the truth hurts,” she said. “You are both so afraid of screwing up and losing each other that neither of you would ever admit that you love each other. I told you, Calloway, I know and it doesn’t freak me out. I know neither of you is ever going to do anything about it. You’ll never leave me and she’ll never try to take you away from me. I love her, too, and she loves me. None of us will ever do anything to hurt either of the others. That’s so cool and so loving that I love you both for it. Do you think I don’t see the way you two are together? I know you want her, Cal. I know she wants you. I’ve always known that. When I mentioned her the other night you practically came without me touching you.”

I mulled it over for a minute. “Does this have a point, Syl?”

“Yes, it does.” She said. “I’m going to do something outrageous. It isn’t risky for me, because it doesn’t change anything. You already feel the way you do and so does she. I’m going to do something that I think is going to be very hot, it’s going to build a fire under you and me and give someone I love like a sister some relief. I’m going to put you in bed with her.”

“Hell, no,” I told her. “What makes you think I want that? What makes you think she does?”

“Well, there was last night,” she said. “I was watching the two of you. I agreed to dance another dance with Lucas so I could watch you. I thought it was very hot, but when you went back to the booth, I got worried.”

“It makes you hot to see me feel up another woman?” I asked. “That’s kind of weird, Syl.”

“No, you feeling up another woman would make me mad as hell,” she said. “You feeling up Addie makes me hot. It makes me hot because I love her and I wouldn’t mind feeling her up, myself. Would watching another man feel me up make you hot, Cal?”

“No, it wouldn’t,” I said. “It would make me want to kick his ass and give you a good spanking. That’s what would have happened last night, if you hadn’t told me you had something going on and Addie hadn’t distracted me.”

“Ooh,” she wiggled her ass on me. “I like the sound of that! Okay, you’re not into that. You are into Addie, though. I know that, Cal. I’m not mad about it. I’ve always known and I’m okay with it. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I guess I do. You really want me to sleep with Addie?”

“I hope not,” she laughed. “I was thinking you might fuck her. That’s what she wants and that’s what she needs. She needs you to make love to her. She doesn’t have that and she needs it.”

“You’re saying she doesn’t have sex? I don’t buy it. She goes out with guys constantly,” I said.

“Yes, but she loves you. Don’t you care about her, Cal?”

“Of course I do, but I can’t be her lover. I’m your lover and I don’t want to be anyone else’s lover, not even hers. We tried that once, Sylvia. It didn’t work. It nearly cost us our friendship.”

“Yes, I know all about it,” she said. “It scared both of you so badly that you’ve been cowering in neutral corners ever since. I’m calling you out. Tonight, we’re going to go out again. We’re going to come back here and you’re going to take Addie to bed and give her the loving she needs. You have my approval and permission, Calloway.”

“Well, that’s nice, but I’m not going to do it,” I said. “Let me say it again. I love you. I don’t want to do the slightest thing that risks me losing you, not the slightest thing.”

“There’s no risk of that,” she said. “There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m ever letting you get away from me.”

I looked at her suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

For the first time, she looked hesitant. “I’m going to fuck Lucas,” she said. “Listen to me for a minute before you blow your top, Cal. I’m not going to sit around while you fuck our best friend and play with myself. The next time, I want to watch and maybe even play, but the first time you should be alone together. I can’t justify this in my own mind without some balance. You may think this is about me wanting to fuck some strange cock. I’m going to do that and I’m going to enjoy myself, but that’s not what this is about. Let me tell you something, Cal. We were watching that movie and you said that threeway made you hot. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I’m going to tell you. I mentioned Addie and your cock jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. It makes me feel insecure as hell. It’s as if I’m not enough for you. Given that I know how the two of you feel about each other, that makes me even more insecure. I know you want her and she wants you. I’ve made my peace with my feelings about that. I wish I were enough for you, because you’re sure enough for me. I’m okay with it. I have been for years. I always thought that after we were married for a while, you’d get over this thing with Addie. It’s just gotten stronger. I don’t get it, but I can live with it. What I don’t get is the idea that men seem to have that, somehow, it would be okay for us to have a threesome with another woman, but it wouldn’t be okay for me to be with another man. I’m going to give you this, Cal. I’m not going to just wallow in misery, wondering why you have these fantasies, why I’m not enough. I know you love Addie and I love her, too. That’s how I can cope with this. I’m giving you a gift and I want one from you. I won’t demand it, but I want it. I hope you can believe and accept what I’m telling you.”

“I don’t think you’d lie to me, Sylvia,” I said. “You’ve never lied to me, why would you start now? If you wanted to lie and just fuck strange dicks, you could do that and just not tell me. If you wanted to fuck strange men, you would have them lining up around the block. Christ, Sylvia, you’re smoking hot. You could have any man you wanted; I know that. You never have and I don’t know what’s changed. Is Lucas really all that attractive? Is this really your idea or did that asshole Lucas put you up to this so he could get in your pants?”

“I swear to God, Cal, he doesn’t have a clue,” she said. “Not that he wouldn’t like to get in my pants. I made sure of that last night. Yes, he’s attractive in a lot of the same ways you are. It’s not about that. I’ve met hundreds of more attractive guys. I could have them if that’s what I wanted. I don’t want them, and I really don’t give a shit about Lucas. Nothing has changed. I still don’t want other men. The problem is, you want another woman. I would never do this with someone I thought might be a threat to us and I don’t think anyone could be. He’s not. He’s just ... acceptable. I don’t hate him; I don’t particularly like him, either. This is about fairness.

“Fairness?” I asked. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re going to have sex with our best friend. Do you think that’s fair to me, Cal? Don’t you dare tell me you don’t want that. I know men talk about threesomes with them and two women. We talked about that and you said it was hot. If one of them is your wife, how is that fair to her? The guy gets to fuck another woman; why shouldn’t the woman fuck another man? I love you, Calloway, but I’m not a doormat. I’m not going to demand any of this, but if you want it, those are my conditions. I’m giving this to you because I love you and I love Addie. I think you both need it. You’re giving me something back. If you’re not down with that, we’ll call off the whole thing. That’s going to break Addie’s heart, but it won’t be my fault.”

“So, was this your idea?” I asked again.

“It’s mostly my idea. I think that the tension between you and Addie is eventually going to become intolerable. She’s already doing destructive things, sleeping with sketchy people, going from one man to another. I have to tell you that I’ve been talking to Addison about it for months. She didn’t have a guy I was willing to take a chance on. They were all bad boy types that I’m not into. They’d try to make something more out of this than it is. They’d brag and try to hit on me. Lucas is just someone to make me feel like I’m sexy, too, because you sure as hell aren’t making me feel that way. I’m going to give you this. I’m going to do it, but you need to give me something, too, so I can respect myself, so I won’t feel insecure and ugly.”

“What if I fall in love with her?” I asked. “What if you fall in love with Lucas? I can’t risk losing you, Syl.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “You’ll never lose me. There isn’t a man on earth that could take me away from you. Movie stars or billionaires, I know what I have; Cal, and I’ll never give you up. You’re stuck with me. I know how you feel about Addie, but I’m very certain that you aren’t going to kick me out and marry her. I certainly won’t be giving you up for Lucas. He’s a pale imitation of you. He’s like you in some ways; why do you think Addie is dating him? It’s because he’s like you and you’re what she really wants. All her boyfriends are like you in some way. You already love Addie, so nothing is going to change there. Is it just Lucas you don’t like?”

“He’s an asshole,” I told her. “Do both of you think I’m an asshole?”

“Have you ever liked any man she’s dated?” she asked.

“Well, no, I haven’t,” I said. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Why do you think that is?” she asked. “In the first place, it’s because you love her and want her for yourself. In the second place, I think many people you deal with do think you’re an asshole.” She giggled. “They don’t know how tender and loving you are on the inside like Addie and I do. They just see this super-confident, self-assured, totally comfortable in his own skin guy and assume you’re full of yourself. We know better. We know you’re a scared little boy.”

That hurt my feelings a little. She noticed and pulled my face into those big firm breasts. “You’re my little boy and I love you that way,” she said. “Now, before we go out, I want to remind you that you belong to me and I belong to you,” she said. She tried to pull away and get up but I wouldn’t let her.

“What if I decide this is stupid and dangerous and don’t want to do it?” I asked.

“We’ll stay home and I’ll fuck you into submission,” she said. “Seriously though, all you have to do is say no one time and I’ll never bring it up again. Neither will Addie, and we’ll just move on. I’m hoping you won’t say no, because I think she needs this and I think you need it. Just tell me that you don’t want this. I certainly never wanted it. It’s going to make me feel pretty good, too. Not the sex part, but being the kind of friend and wife I want to be. I’ve got hopes about the sex part, too. I’m going to be imagining your big cock sinking into that smoking hot girl and I’m going to cum like a bomb.”

“What if he’s got a foot long dick?” I asked. “Are you going to be all loose and need huge dicks from now on?”

She laughed. “You’ve been reading too many dirty stories. Women’s pussies stretch, but they don’t stay that way. They’re just as tight as ever in minutes. Besides, he doesn’t. I asked. I wouldn’t do that to you, Cal. You never have to compare yourself to anyone. You’re perfect for me and you have a big cock yourself. What would I do with a foot long dick?” She laughed. “It’s ridiculous. I don’t have a foot long pussy. Maybe half that. You hurt me sometimes. That would rip me to shreds and I’d bleed to death. Jesus you’re dumb, for such a smart guy. Where do you get these ideas?”

“Dirty stories,” I told her. “You haven’t dreamed about the black guy with the foot long dick that he flashes and all the white women swoon and rip their clothes off, never being satisfied by a puny white cock again?”

“More like a nightmare,” she said. “What do you think I am, Calloway? Just a blonde bag of hormones? No, I’ve never had a single fantasy about that and if someone flashed me a foot long cock, black or white, I’d run screaming. Well, I might pretend to be fascinated long enough to get it in my hand and rip it off. Do you think I’m some kind of sick racist that lusts after men because of the color of their skin?”

My considerably less than foot long cock shrank in sympathy for the imaginary ripped off foot long one. “I don’t think you’re just walking hormones, and no, I don’t think you’re a racist,” I said. “Some of our best friends are black, right?”

She laughed at my bad joke. “Right. So, now that visions of me screaming on foot long cocks are out of your head, how about making me scream with yours?”

Mine was somewhat in shock and tried to hide when she opened my pants. “Come out and play, big boy,” she cooed. “Mama loves you and would never rip you off.”

That made me laugh and the tension was broken. I think we had the fourth or fifth best sex of our lives all afternoon. She wanted to quit about two to give me time to “recharge.”

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