So, there I was, at a party going stag, a Halloween bash, of all things! Now, bear in mind that Halloween itself is my birthday and it happened to fall on a Saturday that year. I had just broken up with Selina, my girlfriend of two months, over something that I thought was petty, but she deemed a catastrophe. She had seriously overreacted and committed the unpardonable sin when dating me: physical violence. She had slapped me, I considered that to be abuse, and I told her so as I walked out on her.
Luckily, I was due to show up at my buddy Jared’s Halloween cosplay party in just a couple of hours, so I arrived early, much to the surprise of Jared and his newlywed wife Jamie. They already had my costume laid out for me, thankfully, being the good friends that they were. Jamie, who was actually the most experienced cosplayer in our inner circle, had helped me select my outfit, which was Zorro, complete with his sword and whip.
“Kinky!” Jamie told me with a playful smile on her face.
“Yes, well, you can always keep it for Jared to use later, if you both wish. It’s the least that I can do for you guys. I owe you especially a lot, not to mention him,” I thanked her with all sincerity, as this was a very useful escape for me from my relationship woes.
“Yeah, well you can thank me in bed later. Why make my husband do all the hard work? It’s you who owes me the favor, not Jared. I love and enjoy him, but I need to stray now and then and he knows it!” Jamie assured me with a kiss that promised that she wasn’t joking.
“He knows that you fuck other men and accepts it? He would be cool with his best friend screwing his own wife? I was best man at your wedding! Wow!” I exclaimed in astonishment.
“Yes, and don’t think that I’m unaware that Jared and you both fucked the stripper during his bachelor party. I know because the stripper was my friend Alexia. Sweet girl, that one, and yes, she really is a stripper. Jared knew that I planned to fuck the male stripper and did, because I told him so. I knew that he would regard it as a hall pass to fuck someone else, and he was right.
“That was hardly the first time we’ve fooled around with others. It’s not a completely open marriage, mind you. It’s just that each of us knows that some occasions are good to give each other permission to let our hair down and get some strange. So we both have occasional hall passes for each other, generally at any kind of party that involves drinking.
“Hell, during our honeymoon, while it was just the two of us for most days, on the last night of the cruise, we attended a party together and I ended up being gang-banged, while he did the social director. I couldn’t blame him and vice versa. It’s just in those situations, it’s best to suspend the rules and let yourself totally relax.
“Actually, we met at a cosplay convention during a gang-bang. He got my number later, while most of the guys scrambled away as fast as they could. He was the smart one. Not afraid to date the slutty superhero, where the others thought as me as not girlfriend material. Just good for parties and such. Jared had a more open mind.
“Anyway, my hall pass and Jared’s both have the same length of time as always: until the next morning. I don’t know who else you and he and I might screw tonight, but I’m honestly hoping for a threesome. You, me, and Jared. After the party dies down. In the marriage bed. Selfish, I know. But we’ve been discussing a possible open or poly marriage, anyway. You would be an obvious candidate for the other man. We’ll explain the details later.
“I’m really happy into double penetration and group sex, whereas Jared has tried the traditional threesome and found he doesn’t want the pressure. When he does other women, it’s often either one on one or part of a gangbang. Though he did one threesome with Jill and Jackie, but both were bi, which helped a lot. He was able to recharge while Jill ate Jackie out.
“Anyway, enough of that for now. Just know that after the party, you’re welcome to stick around and fuck the lady of the house in the marriage bed. Bareback, too. I know where you live and if you infect me, I will make you atone by becoming my slave for a year. If I infect you, I will return the favor. Jared and I have agreed on that penalty for anyone who infects us or for us if we infect someone else or each other.
“That’s another reason to explore an open marriage. We need to be free to arrange deals like that. But again, we’re still just talking about it right now. Right now, we’re only semi-open,” Jamie elaborated to my amazement, my cock hardening as I listened to her ... Especially the part about owning Jamie for a year.
“Anyway, thanks for the costume. Seriously,” I told Jamie as Jared re-entered their spare bedroom.
“You should see what she picked for me,” Jared held out a Lone Ranger costume, which more than caught my attention.
“Nice. Reminds me of the Fred Karger photo where he’s the Lone Ranger, but without pants. I bet that look would be very popular with Jamie and the other ladies,” I teased him.
“Yes, well, Fred Karger have more than that in common. We both like the cock. It’s just that I like pussy even more,” Jared chuckled, grinding playfully against my ass with his bulge sticking out through his boxers.
“Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you that the social director was a man, didn’t I? Jared is bisexual,” Jamie winked at me.
“You think that you know your best friends, and then they still surprise you!” I said as Jamie put on her devil costume, complete with horns, tail, and pitchfork.
I was about to turn my head while she changed, but she laughed and told me, “Honey, sooner or later, you’re going to see me naked. Might as well be now. Vice versa. Jared and I both want to see you in the buff. Emphasis on buff,” she added as she fondled my biceps and pecs.
I had to admit to myself that both Jared and Jamie were a very handsome couple. Jamie’s body was pale, but not sickly, with a nice, healthy figure and sandy hair. Her pussy was bald, much to my shock, as Selina kept her bush trimmed, but still there. Both looks had their advantages. Jared shocked me even further, as he had no pubic hair or ass hair, either, though he had a full beard on his face. His head was shaved as always, of course.
Jared had a nice dick, longer than mine, but slimmer. Mine was shorter, but thicker. His looked even longer due to the lack of forestation, of course. He also had a foreskin, which I didn’t have, due to being Jewish. Jamie’s ass was ... well, let me put it this way. It was by far her best physical feature, composed of nice, firm buns with real definition and cleavage to them. Selina’s plump bottom didn’t trouble me, either, but this was a neat contrast and a foretaste of new booty that had been essentially offered up to me on a silver platter.
“Like what you see? At the very least, we should agree to be each other’s booty calls. It’s really what all friends should be, if you think about it. Regardless of gender and sexual orientation. I think that if all friendships came with benefits, this world would be a much better place,” Jamie suggested, while we finished getting dressed.
“My sentiments exactly,” Jared said as he fondled Jamie’s butt through her clothes.
“It’s an interesting perspective on friendship for sure. It would work well if society was prepared to give up monogamy altogether,” I mused as Jamie groped me.
“So that’s a win-win, if you ask me,” Jared laughed as we headed to the kitchen, where Jamie made some sandwiches to give us something in our stomachs before we drank.
That was when I got a text from Selina, which contained a sad face and a message stating, “Are you coming home tonight? I can give you a birthday spanking, baby.”
“I’m at a party, not saying where, we’re done, and I plan to move out soon. For good. We broke up, remember?” I replied, realizing that Selina hadn’t taken my break-up announcement on its face ... Women, why do they not only not mean what they say, but also doubt that we men mean what we say?
“That was just a silly fight. Just like you spoke in anger and said that silly bit about me slapping being abuse. I’m sorry that I slapped you, but I didn’t beat you up. It wasn’t abuse. Girls do that all the time. If I had punched you or hit you, that would have been abuse,” Selina informed me of her views.
“So if I had slapped you, that wouldn’t be abuse?” I retorted.
Seven minutes later, while washing down the corned beef sandwiches with coffee that Jamie so nicely brewed, I got a response text.
“But guys aren’t supposed to slap girls. That’s just ... different!”
I shook my head and showed that to Jared and Jamie, both of whom scoffed.
“I have half a mind to turn her over my knee and spank her big butt black and blue. See what she thinks of girls hitting other girls!” Jamie snickered, winking at me, “Seriously, this girl of yours isn’t bad. She’s not evil. She’s immature and used to getting her way all the time. I bet that you even spoiled her rotten, she pushed you too far, and she now realizes that she mistook your sweetness for weakness. I see it with girls all the time.
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