My Girlfriend's Roommate
Copyright© 2016 by Mark Gander
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Stan has just gotten closer to sexy waitress Larissa when he learns her secret: a best friend with benefits who likes to eat her pussy after sex, but doesn't get to fuck her. That's only the tip of the iceberg on the fun and games that ensues when he agrees to move in and fuck them both.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Swinging Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Couple White Male White Female Oriental Male Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Fisting Sex Toys Squirting Lactation Pregnancy Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism Double Penetration Tit-Fucking Analingus Small Breasts Big Breasts Menstrual Play Public Sex Nudism
My phone predictably rang while I waited for Rain to finish her pedi-mani experience. It was Tim, of all people. Talk about your small worlds, right? He was the same guy who had once been closer to me, had a threesome with Jessica and me, and more recently had aimed my own shotgun at me. That was truly a strange turn of events, if one thought of it.
“Hello,” I answered crisply, not really in a mood to talk to my asshat hypocrite of a brother-in-law.
“Um ... Stan ... look ... I can tell that I’m not your favorite person around, and I get it, okay? I was nasty to you ... I know that I was, but I hope that we can ... be civil now. Come on, man ... clean slate. Please? With you ... and Jess, that is. Or whichever one of you will forgive me, that is,” Tim urged me to forgive him for what he did.
“Really, dude? YOU PULLED MY OWN GUN ON ME! MY FUCKING SHOTGUN ON ME!” I shouted angrily and hung up on him.
Naturally, Tim wasn’t one to just give up on something that he wanted, so my phone rang yet again. Same stupid ringtone ... I was in no forgiving mood and I suspected that neither was Jess. He came between us and caused real pain and trouble in our marriage by encouraging her to leave me. He could go fuck off, as far as I was concerned. What a prick! Jess already groveled, so why should he get off any easier?
“Look ... I know that you’re pissed at me ... you have every right to be. But the fact is that we were buddies before this, right? You’re taking Jess back, I know that you are ... but I want to be taken back, too. What would it take to prove myself to you, to get back on your good side, to be your friend again? Please, Stan ... please! I know that I wronged you. I just want to be your friend again,” Tim certainly begged me now.
“I’m not going to talk about this alone with you, Tim. This involves more than just me. Come by my current residence later tonight, I’ll text you the address ... and speak to Jess as well as me ... and my other partners. Then, perhaps, man, we can have it out and see if any kind of reconciliation is possible. I’m not doing this here and now. Are we clear?” I insisted, playing a bit of hardball, a skill that my job as an arbitrator more than helped.
“Very well. It’s not the answer that I hoped for ... but I’ll take it. What time?” Tim persisted a bit.
“I’d say about 9 or 10 pm, no earlier than that. And bring a sleeping bag ... and a toiletry kit. There’s at least a chance that you’ll need those tonight. At least a chance. Savvy?” I demanded now.
“Okay ... I’ll bite. See ya then,” a very resigned Tim hung up.
“Who was that?” Rain asked me as she finally emerged from her mani-pedo makeover.
“That was my brother-in-law, Tim. Jessica’s brother. He wants to ... talk it over. Work things out. Anyway, look at you! Fabulous, babe, absolutely scrumptious!” I naturally praised Rain and the obviously high-quality work that even a quasi-macho guy like me could notice.
