Chapter 1

“Another beer?” Steve asked as he opened the fridge with a little difficulty. They’d already had several.

“Of course,” Peter replied, chugging the one he’d been on already. It was Friday night and their wives had gone out to some horrible looking movie neither had any interest in.

“Amber’s gonna be pissed at you when she gets back,” Steve laughed, cracking the cap off and handing it to him. “You’re hammered.” Peter laughed.

“Brit’s going to be twice as pissed. She’s going to have to drive your drunk ass home.” Both men laughed and turned their focus to the TV. The shitty college football game they had been watching was off and now some shitty network show was on. A rerun, Steve was sure, but of what he had no idea. Something with doctors judging from their get-ups The men got quiet when a scene came on featuring two of the female doctors, a blonde and a redhead, having some sort of romantic encounter with a scruffy looking male doctor in what looked like a broom closet. It was network TV so it wasn’t that great, but it got the juices flowing.

“Fuck man,” Steve said, opening his own beer and taking a long drink. “That’s the shit I missed out on. I love Brit and shit, but that’s the shit I wish I’d have stayed single longer for?”

“You get a lot of threesomes back when you were single?” Peter said with a laugh.

“Naw, but, like, I didn’t have money back then either. You get them when you have money I think. I mean, he’s a doctor, and...”

“You work in construction.”

“Yeah but, like, I’ve got my own place and shit.” Peter laughed again.

“Just get Brit on board, you’ve got your own place so finding the third girl for your menage should be easy, right?” Now Steve laughed.

“Yeah, get Brit to let me fuck another girl. That’ll happen.”

“She’d be there. You’d probably mostly be fucking her.”

“Why would I mostly be fucking my wife if some strange is there?” Both men stopped to think, and came to an agreement, though silent, that they’d probably be mostly fucking the strange.

“You’d have to pick an uglier girl than your wife. Otherwise she’d never go through with it,” Peter said with some reflection.

“Hell naw. First off, go big. Second off, if the other girl was uglier Brit would think I thought she was hotter than her and that’s why I want to fuck her, so she’d think I thought...” he stopped to collect his thoughts, “she’d think I thought she was uglier than she is, which she isn’t, at all. It’d have to be a really hot chick so she’d be like ‘yeah I get why he wants to fuck her too.’” Both men watched the TV for a bit longer until there was a fade to black just before the camera inevitably would have had to show something that it couldn’t on broadcast.

“I have a stupid idea,” Steve said, finishing off his beer and deciding he wasn’t in a state to go get another.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Now, don’t get mad. But what if, like, you and I, and our wives, you know, had the threesome?”

“I don’t think that’s a threesome if it’s four of us,” Peter said after hesitating.

“No no no, not like, all together. Like, we made a deal, and one of us gets a threesome, then the other one.”

“You want to fuck Amber,” Peter said, not really as a question.

“Well? You want to fuck Brit don’t you?” Peter couldn’t really say no.

“It doesn’t matter, Brit wouldn’t go through with it,” Peter said. Steve could just make out some gears turning in his head however. Then something clicked.

“What do you mean Brit wouldn’t go through with it?” Steve asked. “You think Amber would?” Peter was silent. “I mean, I don’t think I could convince her. But I think Amber could. You know those two.” Peter shook his head.

“It’s not a great idea,” Peter said. “They’ll probably say no and then we’ll just have pissed off wives and still no threesomes.”

“What if they say yes?” Steve waited for an answer but Peter was silent. “Go big dude. What if, like, you put out a feeler to Amber. See what she thinks. If she’s on board then I’ll deal with Brit if she still says no. But dude, imagine if it works out? Threesomes!”

“You’re cool with me fucking your wife?”

“If I get to fuck yours then sure. It’s a one time thing, so we can punch our threesome cards. We’ll all laugh about it afterward.”

“I’d hope they wouldn’t be laughing,” Peter said, just before they heard some keys scratching at the door. After a few seconds they found purchase in the lock and the guys heard a cab pulling away.

“We’re hoooo-oooome!” Brit yelled, quite drunk herself.

“I thought you all just went to see a movie?” Steve said with little interest.

“Steve we left five hours ago. Movies don’t last five hours.” Amber stumbled in behind Brit.

“Sleepover!” she yelled. Brit slid next to Steve on the couch.

“Honey you don’t mind if they crash on the couch right?” Brit asked, pouting.

“Naw of course not,” he said. “I’m gonna go get a shower, see you all tomorrow.” He smacked Brit on the ass. “And see you tonight.” As Steve took his shower he thought about the proposition he’d made his friend. It would be weird to know his friend was railing his wife, sure. He might even feel a little jealous. But a threesome! It was the ultimate goal! Or his anyway. He’d dreamed about it, sometimes literally, since he knew was sex was. He’d let Peter do the driving since he seemed to have an in with Amber, but damned if he didn’t hope Peter hit the gas pedal and quick. Once he was done he walked out to his room and admired his wife, passed out buck naked on their bed, her dress from the day laying on the floor. She was sexy for sure; short and busty and pale, with long wavy dark hair. A nice big ass for him to play with and some great tits that were on display at the moment. The door to the living room was open so he took a peek out there and was slightly disappointed to find that Amber had fallen asleep fully clothed. She was still something to look at though; tall and blonde and extremely fit, with a nice pair herself. She’d taken some pictures when she was younger that she called modeling although Steve and, deep down, Peter were pretty sure some guy had just scammed her. Steve let himself imagine her and his wife nude together for a moment and loved the thought. Was it worth sharing his wife? She’d been with plenty of guys before him, if she had permission what was the problem? He deemed it worth finding out before also deeming his cock to be chemically out of commission for the night and falling asleep naked next to his wife. When they woke up the next morning, or more accurately early afternoon, Brit and Steve were both hung over and their houseguests had already left.

“Fuck, we need to go get my car,” Brit said, rubbing her forehead.

“Do we need to get it right now?” Steve ran some preliminary tests, poking his wife’s ass with his cock, and felt it start to stiffen up. Good sign. Brit felt exactly what he was up to.

“I’m hungover as shit,” she protested mildly.

“Orgasms are a great hangover cure.” It sounded like it might be true.

“So your headache will be gone but what about mine?”

“I’ll grab you some asprin after,” Steve teased back before flipping his wife onto her back and pulling himself on top of her. He reached down and rubbed her pussy for a few seconds; it was already wet. “You want it don’t you?” he asked naughtily. Brit smiled and shrugged, her eyes still closed. Steve grabbed her wrists in one hand, held up them up above her head, and began kissing hard on her neck. She squirmed and fought back a little but didn’t really try to get away. He was rock hard now and slid into her easily. After a few minutes of pounding away Steve pulled out and flipped Brit onto her stomach. She sighed and climbed up onto her knees, her face still against the bed, and Steve took position behind her. He spanked her ass a couple times, leaving a red mark, and then entered her from behind. Brit liked this position more even if it was a bit more work for Steve to stay partially upright.

“I’m close babe, I’m close,” she moaned. “Fuck me in my ass.”

“Let’s just try...” Brit reached back and pushed his hips away from her.

“Ass, fuck me in the ass.” Steve lined up and slowly pushed his cock into her tight ass. She screamed a little bit in a mixture of pleasure and pain until he got a good rhythm going and it was mostly pleasure. He’d never enjoyed this quite as much as she did but marriage was all about sacrifices. Before long she let out a long cry and collapsed onto the bed, eyes still closed, a big smile on her face. Steve kept pumping away but her body was limp.