The Side Project
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Chapter 11: Kyle - Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Kyle - Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? A collaborative writing project written from multiple character perspectives.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
I regarded Lexi carefully once Reed and Marissa had decamped back to his place. Reed and I had a fairly strong track record pulling women at bars, but less than ten minutes, while her husband was drunk on the patio was a whole new level for us.
“Uh, you do realize it’s typically not that easy, right?” I asked. Lexi had been along a few nights when Reed picked up random girls, but we typically didn’t get involved and let him do his thing.
“Guess you guys just don’t know how to find the right girls,” Lexi said smugly.
“And since when did you become an expert in such matters?” I asked.
“Oh I always have been, it just didn’t seem relevant until today,” Lexi said breezily, sipping her beer.
“Wait, what? How did I never know you had this superpower?” I said.
Lexi shrugged. “You never asked. It’s not like I’m infallible. I just read the signs and thought, ‘hey why not ask?’ You never know.”
“What did you say to her anyway?”
“I just said ‘hey, your husband looks like he’s too drunk and into this game to be any fun. Would you be interested in chatting with some more interesting people for a few minutes?’,” Lexi explained. “I pointed you guys out and she was intrigued. I may have also let slip that Reed has a bit of a thing for married women.”
“Remarkable,” I said, amazed at Lexi’s gall.
“Yes and no, she could also have just told me to ‘fuck off’ but who cares? Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Lexi brushed a stray hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. She was trying to channel Reed’s bravado, but did not have quite the same swagger.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s also a hell of a lot less intimidating or creepy when a cute five foot nothing pipsqueak approaches you than a guy,” I noted.
“Yep, I know how to play to my strengths.” Lexi grinned. Our conversation was interrupted as a big play took place in the Texans-Rams game. The smattering of Rams fans cheered as Robert Woods hauled in a 94 yard TD pass. The Texans fans grumbled. Lexi smirked. She had Woods on her fantasy team.
“So why today to do this ... recruitment?” I asked once the noise had died down. Lexi had checked her fantasy score on her phone - she was closing in on a blowout win - something she felt the need to show me by coming around to my side of the table and shoving her phone in my face tauntingly.
“Couple reasons. First, I liked what Reed said about wanting me along for the ride. Not that I don’t appreciate you saying that, obviously I do, but it’s different coming from him. He’s just saying he wants me there because I’m a good friend. I liked that, it made me happy. So I wanted to help him get what makes him happy,” Lexi said.
“Right, married pussy,” I said wryly.
“Hey, we don’t judge right?” Lexi said.
“Yes, core principle,” I agreed. “So what else?”
“Pretty simple, just thought it might be helpful to show I have some other skills you gentlemen might find useful.” Lexi’s grin was half evil, half mischief. Things were starting to click together for me.
“This turns you on, doesn’t it? I know that look, you think it’s hot,” I said. My tone wasn’t accusing, it was a mixture of excitement and wonder I was figuring this out.
“Come on, you can’t deny it’s hot. That Marissa girl is here suffering through another Sunday of her husband getting shitfaced with his buddies and ignoring her. All of a sudden she’s sneaking off to get her rocks off while her husband is too drunk to notice.”
“Huh, I feel like I’m learning a lot about you today,” I observed. “Just like Katrina earlier. Is it the cheating? I know Reed loves that.”
“Eh, not really, it’s these women being sexually confident. It’s powerful, I love a woman who can really embrace her sexuality. It’s so rare with all the bullshit expectations placed on women,” Lexi explained.
“I feel that, one of my favorite things about you is you’ve never been ashamed of sex or having desire. It’s hot,” I said, feeling Lexi’s vibe.
Lexi scooted over on the bench so our hips were touching. “And that’s why I’ve always appreciated you, you’re not afraid of a confident woman, you think it’s hot I know what I want.”
“Do you know how much more fun it is to focus on the fun than trying to guess what mood someone might be in?” I asked rhetorically.
“I do,” Lexi said and turned towards me. We met in a passionate kiss that was entirely inappropriate for a sports bar.
“Want to get out of here?” I offered once our kiss was done. I was well on my way to fully erect.
“I do, but I also kind of want to observe the fallout from this Marissa-Reed hookup. Plus if Reed doesn’t pay our tab after I got him laid that’s fucking bullshit,” Lexi said.
“Dirty tease,” I said jokingly.
“One thing I am not, is a fucking tease, and you damn well know it,” Lexi said vehemently, although there was laughter behind her adamance. “I’ll fucking jerk you off under the table right now if you want me to.”
I glanced around the bar. We could probably get away with it sequestered as we were, but the idea of blowing my load on the floor, and potentially on my jeans, from a hand job did not hold a ton of appeal with the risk of being caught.
“Thanks but no thanks, you’ve got me quite turned on though,” I admitted.
“Oh tell me about it, if I’d worn a skirt you’d be fingering me right now,” Lexi whispered into my ear. I eyed her jeans and considered the mechanics of still making that happen under the table of the booth. Lexi noticed what I was doing. “I’m sooo tempted, but let’s wait, turned on as I am, the reality of something public doesn’t match the fantasy. We have plenty of time for naughty things when we get home.”
“Ok fair, delayed gratification is fun, right?” I asked, slightly ruefully.
“Right,” Lexi replied. We were interrupted when we noticed both our phones light up. It was our group chat with Reed.
We opened our texts and saw a closeup of a vagina that appeared to have just been fucked based on the slight puffiness of the labia and obvious wetness. Presumably it was Marissa.
’She was delightful, I did not hesitate to pass on your contact information Lexi, we’ll be back in a few minutes. I am very much paying for your drinks. Airfare to Nashville too. Holy shit what a gem’ read his accompanying text message.
“Well if your goal was to ingratiate yourself, it certainly seems to have worked,” I said to Lexi.
“Fuck they’ve only been gone like 15 minutes, damnnn, kids,” Lexi said, laughing.
Reed practically pranced up to our table with a tray full of drinks. Fresh beers for Lexi and me, another bottle of Champagne for him, and a round of tequila shots. He was giddy as he plunked the glasses down on the table. I noticed Lexi laughing at his antics and felt her switching back into banter mode.
“To the best pair of wingmen, err, wingman and wingwoman, whatever you two are the fucking best,” Reed said. We clinked glasses and downed the shots.
“So I know a gentleman never asks...” I said slowly, recalling our joke from that morning.
“Lexi, do you think Marissa would classify herself as a lady?” Reed asked sarcastically.
“Uh, just now, I’m going to guess not especially,” Lexi said.
“Good, then I can tell all.” Reed’s grin was bordering on maniacal. “So apparently her husband does this same shit every weekend. Gets fucked up for the UT game - I guess he was like a team manager for the football team or something - and passes out. Then says he’s going to do hair of the dog so he can watch some of your silly soccer - he likes Manchester something-or-other - then they come here to watch the Texans.
“His, ahem, performance is consistently unimpressive but he always tries to get laid and leaves her frustrated. So lovely Marissa was more than happy for a little interlude since she knows he won’t be able to offer her anything later.”
“Fuck man, that’s wild. Which Manchester? It matters,” I said. Lexi and I were big fans of European club soccer. It was not something Reed was willing to buy into watching.
“I don’t know, can’t keep all those teams straight. I’m sure they’re very annoying. Does it really matter?” Reed asked dismissively.
“Not that you know this, but I suppose it doesn’t, anybody who roots for City or United is a loser, albeit for different reasons,” I said. Lexi, a suffering Villa supporter, laughed at my analysis; Reed had no idea what I was talking about.
“Whatever. Is such behavior really all that wild, though?” Reed asked, adopting a philosophical tone. “Remember our discussion from Friday? There are legions of women out there dissatisfied with their husbands’ performance, we just have to find them. Fortunately when you have a woman with the keen intellect and instincts of our dear Alexis, life becomes easier.” Reed’s tone was joking, but the way he smiled appreciatively at Lexi was genuine.
Before Lexi could fire back the inevitable sarcastic remark, we spotted Marissa stealthily making her way to our table. She slipped in next to Reed across from Lexi. I was slightly surprised she wanted to chat with us after what she had just done.
“I think I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I fucking hate these days, but this one was actually fun,” Marissa said.
“Oh, why’s that?” Lexi asked in a teasing voice. I think she was starting to feel the effects of the tequila on top of the beers we had already had.
“Because my husband is going to fucking blackout and forget all of this but you know what? I don’t care for once. I got fucked. Properly. I got some actual satisfaction and I’m not ashamed of it,” Marissa said. Reed just grinned and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I respect it,” Lexi said solemnly. She held up her beer for a toast. Marissa looked around for a drink. Reed poured her a glass of Champagne.
“To new friends,” I said, raising my own pint glass. My three tablemates agreed and we drank.
Another collective groan sounded around the bar. The Rams had scored another TD.
“So did you like the picture?” Marissa asked. There was a deliciously naughty grin on her face. My eyes widened, I was surprised she had encouraged taking such an obscene photo. I had kind of suspected Reed just snuck a pic to tease us.
“I thought it was very, uh, artistic,” Lexi said with a lopsided grin. Marissa laughed out loud. We were again interrupted by gasps and angry shouts. The Texans quarterback had been strip sacked on the first play after the kickoff following the Rams’ touchdown. We briefly turned our attention to the game. The Rams scored a touchdown on the next play. We heard a shriek of rage from the patio, possibly Marissa’s husband. She rolled eyes with annoyance
“Ok I probably need to get back to babysitting, it’s almost the fourth quarter and I’m sure my husband is on the verge of blacking out particularly after the Rams blew the game open. It was fun to meet you all though, maybe next weekend?” Marissa asked.
“Possibly, we have meetings this week of great importance in Nashville, but I will certainly text you if available,” Reed said. “Also, if your guy blacks out and passes out, you’re welcome to swing back by for more fun tonight.”
“I must admit, that’s an interesting proposal. Okay, bye for now.”
I gave Reed some side eye as Marissa got up. He was walking the borderline of letting the cat out of the bag regarding our money.
“So two married women within a few hours of each other,” I noted, looking at Reed.
“They were undersexed and pent up. I maintain that I’m serving the greater good,” Reed said, confidently.
“Your moral compass is irrevocably broken,” I joked. I was long past judging Reed, this was hardly the first time he’d taken up with a wife or girlfriend, but I did sometimes like to tease him about it.
“You’ve met Jimbo, you just heard Marissa describe her loser of a husband and heard him shriek like a child. Tell me where I should feel guilty,” Reed challenged.
“I mean, if I was that miserable I’d like to think I would get a divorce, but it’s not like those happen overnight,” Lexi pointed out. “Marissa was clearly unhappy, she should not have to spend her Sunday putting up with bullshit.”
“Easier to never get married in the first place,” I said.
“Wise advice, marriage is a silly institution,” Reed said. His tone was light, but there was a darkness in his eyes. I remembered the residual anger he had from his brief toxic marriage with Alayna and how much that might be driving some of this behavior.
“Yeah, basically everyone I know who got married young ended up miserable,” Lexi said.
“I know one couple that met in college, got married right after, and as far as I know are still happy. I guess that’s the exception that proves the rule,” I said.
“Yeah, but you went to Cal. Smart kids, no religious hangups if I had to guess. Different world,” Reed noted.
We turned our attention back to football. Lexi did like football, but, like Reed and I, she mainly cared for fantasy football purposes. She did not have a team she really rooted for, particularly since the Bears had been useless for the last few years. However, she had pretty much sealed up her fantasy matchup as a result of several big plays - the shriek-inducing Rams TD has been Robert Woods again. Since she was not very invested in the games anymore she resumed teasing me under the table.
Reed picked up that her left hand had not been above the table for nearly ten minutes. “Ky, is Lexi having a hard time keeping her hands to herself?” he asked me. I glanced at Lexi; she blushed slightly at having been caught.
“She is acting as if there’s something she wants,” I said, feigning confusion.
“Hmmm, I wonder what that might be.” Reed looked skyward as if wracking his brain.
“Assholes,” Lexi muttered under her breath.
“That was not the part of my anatomy you were just examining,” I deadpanned. Reed laughed. Lexi blushed harder.
“What has you so worked up Lexi?” Reed asked in a teasing tone. “Thinking about me going to town on that hot, married pussy? Was it the picture of her well fucked pussy? Jealous of Marissa?”
“I suddenly, deeply, regret ever doing anything to help you,” Lexi said, although her tone was not serious.
“You’re right, I should not be needling you after you have performed so admirably. If you two need to use my guest room for a brief interlude, it’s available,” Reed offered.
Lexi and I looked at each other. We had stayed in Reed’s guest room before after parties, that part wasn’t weird. The idea of us going to use it exclusively for sex while Reed knew about it was a little weird to me though. Lexi hesitated as well, even as worked up as she was, I think she was thinking the same thing.
“That’s ok, we’ll stay through the end of the games, the night is young,” I said.
“Admirable restraint,” Reed said.
“Not something you have much of,” I joked.
“I make no apologies. I am serious about covering flights though, in fact I insist you let me handle booking. Lexi you have already more than shown your value today,” Reed said.
“Guess that’s fair. I’ll handle finding a rental,” Lexi said.
“A rental, shouldn’t we be getting suites at the Omni?” Reed said. He was already a bit of a hotel snob, and it was probably only going to get worse now that we had virtually unlimited funds.
“It’s a lot easier to take a party back to a rental,” Lexi pointed out.
“Alright, as long as it’s walking distance from Broadway,” Reed conceded.
Once the games were finished Lexi and I downed the last of our beers. Neither of us were in any shape to make even the short drive home so we ordered a rideshare and bid Reed goodnight. He had already started texting Marissa and Natalie to see if he could convince either to come over.
“I’m a little drunker than I realized,” Lexi whispered into my ear. We were in the backseat of the rideshare back to my place.
“Fourth beer wasn’t the best idea?” I asked and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Probably not.” Lexi giggled. She was not a lightweight, but her small size limited how much she could drink before feeling the effects.
“Do you feel ok?” I asked, worried about her getting sick.
“Oh yeah, I’m not that bad, I’m like fun drunk,” Lexi said quietly. “Like funnn drunk.”
I gave her a bemused expression. “I’m sure we’ll find something very fun to do when we get back,” I said, emphasizing the word fun.
Lexi grabbed my arm and put my hand on her thigh inappropriately high up her leg. It was very obvious what kind of fun she was envisioning.
“Drunk quickie then dinner and sober up a little since tomorrow’s Monday?” I proposed once we were inside at my place.
“Now that is my definition of fun!” Lexi said excitedly. At least this time we made it to the bedroom. We undressed each other and made out sloppily. I was fine with letting our afternoon of teasing overtake us. It was fun to be a little sloppy sometimes. Lexi seemed to feel the same way.
“Since we’re kinda drunk let’s try something new!” Lexi said. Her eyes were shining with excitement and arousal.
“Ok like what?” I asked. I could not think of too many things we hadn’t tried over the years.
“Let’s try a 69!”
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