Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 22:23:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: My Wife's Best Friend

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			   My Wife's Best Friend


My wife's best friend is a man, and it doesn't bother me at all.  You see
he's gay.  He's been out, and openly gay, since my wife, Jenny, and he were
in middle school.

Daniel Rivers, and my wife, Jennifer Hardy, nee Simmons, were born a week
apart, Daniel being the elder.  They lived side by side on a lovely
tree-lined street in Jericho, NY, a suburb of NYC.  They became best
friends because Danny preferred to play with Jenny and her girlfriends,
rather than with the boys on the street.  They played with dolls, and ran
pretend households, and Danny and Jenny were always female figures.

By middle school, they figured out that Danny was gay.  Jenny told me that
she was a little disappointed, because Danny was so handsome and she had a
big crush on him.  Nevertheless, they remained best friends.  They went all
through high school together, and neither was jealous of whom the other was
dating.  If either of them was having sex, the other was pleased for him or
her.

Even heavy dating in college didn't drive them apart.  I met Jenny in her
junior year when I was a senior.  Occasionally Danny double dated with us,
and sometimes he came along as a third wheel.  I let Jenny know that this
kind of situation left me very uncomfortable.  I was afraid that casual
observers would think that Danny was my date, and Jenny was a fag hag.  She
actually told me to accept the situation, or walk.  I accepted, because I
fell in love with Jenny, and Danny was a really nice guy.  He was very
funny and popular at parties.  Besides he was no threat to me.

After graduation, I got a teaching job in a catholic high school.  The New
York public schools had become jungles, and I actually sought work in a
parochial school, knowing that the pay would be less, and the pension
minimal.  Jenny and I set our wedding day for shortly after her graduation,
a year later.  I would have preferred to resume living in the suburbs, but
it was Jenny's dream to become a free-lance photographer, and a city like
New York met all her criteria.  Keeping in step with their bonding for
life, Danny got a great job in a New York City advertising agency.  He was
able to get Jenny photography jobs from time to time.

It was Danny and Jenny who worked with her parents making all the wedding
arrangements.  Believe me, I was glad to relinquish that chore to Jenny and
her best friend.  When I jokingly asked Jenny if Danny was going with us on
our honeymoon, I thought she would laugh.  She didn't laugh; she scowled at
me.  I learned very quickly not to make jokes about their unusual
friendship.  At least, I thought it was unusual, but Jenny loved Danny in a
different way than she loved me.  I often wondered who she loved more.  I
don't have a brother, so I even asked Danny to be my best man.  He wept
when I asked him.  Damn fags, they cry at the drop of a hat.

Jenny and I were married for about three years when `the incident'
occurred.  By this time, the world at large must surely have concluded that
we were a threesome.  Danny was always hanging out at our house, sharing
dinner with us, and going out with us.  Occasionally he had a date, who
accompanied him.  I used to pray that Jenny's BFF would fall in love with
some guy, and make a life of his own.  As far as I was concerned the life
he led was parasitic, and Jenny and I were the hosts.

It was the day after Christmas, and I didn't have to be back to school
until January 5th which happened to be a Monday.  I was looking forward to
languishing in bed every morning until school resumed.  Vaguely, in my
sleep, I thought I heard the phone ring, but it only rang once, so I
assumed that Jenny had picked it up, or it had never rung at all.  I
continued to sleep, not waking up until nearly 10 AM.

I reached for Jenny, hoping for a little early morning hanky-panky, but I
was alone in bed.  I called for her.  There was no answer.  I ran around
the apartment and realized that I was alone.  This wasn't unusual.  Jenny
often went out for a morning run, but a quick glance out the window vetoed
that idea.  It was snowing outside.  It wasn't the worst snowfall I had
ever seen, but it was snowing badly.  I was full of apprehension.

I found Jenny's note on the counter top in the bathroom.  Early that
morning she had received a call from Vincent Carroll.  He had booked them
on a flight to Chicago.  He had a deadline on a photo shoot, and he needed
Jenny right away.  I was sleeping so soundly she didn't want to wake me.
She promised to call from Chicago, but right now she had to rush to make
the flight, and the limo was already in front of our building.

Let me take a moment to describe Jenny's work.  She specializes in
cityscapes.  Magazines, TV ads, and other types of publications use her
photos as backgrounds to previously photographed models, taken in front of
a green screen.  Vincent was a fashion designer who loved her work.  He had
called this morning, engaging her for a shoot in Chicago.  The collection
he was about to unveil was especially designed for a world premiere in
Chicago, and he wanted the backgrounds to feature the host city.  These
photos were needed for the brochure that would be handed out to all the
people coming to the runway show.  He told her that he would show her the
photos of the outfits and the models in the limo, and he trusted her to
choose appropriate backgrounds.

Jenny was well paid for her work, and I concluded that I wouldn't mind
spending a snowy day indoors, listening to music, and generally taking it
easy.  I poured myself a glass of orange juice, and I was debating if I
wanted to bother making myself any kind of breakfast.  I sure didn't want
to go outdoors in this weather, even if there was a great restaurant just
downstairs from my building.

Before I could make a decision, I heard a key in my front door.  Besides
the building manager, Danny was the only one who had our key.  I started
for the front door to greet him, when I realized that I was naked.  I
started to turn around and head for the bedroom, but it was too late.
Danny made a grand entrance, with a loud "Ta da."

He stared at me, and I was frozen.  "I never realized how gorgeous you
were," he said, ogling me.  He had a big paper bag in his hand, and he
headed for the kitchen.  He put the bag on the table, and went back into
the front hall.  He hung up his overcoat in the front hall closet, and
threw his galoshes on the floor.  Then he joined me back in the living
room, where I was still standing perfectly stunned.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I heard this was going to be a major storm, and I didn't want to be
snowbound alone, without my best friends.  I brought over some goodies for
brunch.  Aren't you going to put on a robe or something?"

Frankly I was flattered at the way Danny was ogling me.  I didn't have a
bad looking body, but I never thought of it as something special.  Danny
was waiting for me to cover up, or at least to answer his question.

"No," I said adamantly.  "I had intended on lounging around the apartment
all day in the nude, and I'm not changing my plans, so get used to it."

Danny looked confused.  "What about Jenny?" he asked, glancing around.

"She's on her way to Chicago on a gig.  That's why I made the decision
about lounging around nude."

Danny broke out in a big grin.  I never noticed before what a beautiful
smile he had.

"In that case..." he began.  He never finished the sentence.  He stripped
in a second, and threw his clothing on the floor.  Wow the man was well
endowed.  He was flaccid, uncut, and at least five fat inches long.  His
cock was pretty hefty around as well.  I was shocked to find myself
admiring his equipment.  I needed to divert attention.  Surely, Danny could
see that I was staring at his crotch.

"What did you bring for brunch?" I asked.

"I brought champagne for mimosas.  I know you guys are always well stocked
with orange juice, so I skipped that item.  I also have the fixings for
making cinnamon-almond French toast; fresh sliced bread, eggs, shaved
almonds, and a small jar of cinnamon.  You can put up the coffee," he said
smiling at me, and he started to take everything out of the bag.

He laid everything on the kitchen counter and said, "I'm not really hungry
yet.  Let's wait for an hour or so."

I nodded to let him know I was okay with that.  Danny looked out the living
room window.  The snow was falling really heavy now.  I could barely make
out the New York skyline.

"Wow, Chris," he said in awe.  "Look at that.  I might be here longer than
I expected."

"No problem," I said.  "This sofa is a sleep sofa.  I'll open it up if need
be."

"Why bother," he stated as if it were a universal truth.  "Jenny isn't
here, and you have a king-sized bed.  I can sleep in your bed with you."

"What the fuck?  Are you kidding me?"

"Relax, I said I could sleep in your bed.  I didn't say we would have sex.
The bed is big enough that I don't even have to touch you."

That sure made me feel foolish, so I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to suggest
anything, or get out of line."

"Anyhow, the world wouldn't come to an end, if we did have sex.  Have you
ever had sex with a man, or maybe a boy when you were younger?"

That last remark made me very angry.  Danny was overstepping his bounds.

"No never," I was shouting now.

"You should try it sometime.  It's lots of fun.  You might enjoy it, and it
wouldn't change your sexual orientation.  I tried it once in high school
with a girl.  It was fun, but it didn't change mine."

That struck Danny as really funny.  He started to laugh, and he couldn't
stop.  Somehow his laugh was infectious, and I started to laugh also.  When
I calmed down a little, I said "It may be fun, but it's not the kind of fun
I would want to indulge in.  Wanna play gin rummy or something?"

"Naw.  Let's just talk.  Didn't you ever jerk off with your friends when
you were a kid?  You know, in a circle jerk."

"Sure, I did.  Didn't everybody?"

"Hey, let's jerk off together," Danny suggested.  "Surely, that's innocent
enough for you."

I looked at Danny suspiciously.  "Are you trying to seduce me?" I probed.

"Sure I am.  Think of the fun we could have.  We may be snowbound for at
least the rest of today, Jenny is in Chicago, and we're here.  I don't know
about you, but you are making me very horny."

"I better get dressed," I said.

"Please don't.  I like looking at you, and I promise not to touch, but I
sure would love to jerk off with you."  Then for no reason, Danny started
to laugh again.

"What's so funny?"

"You are, you horny little devil.  Look."  He pointed at my cut cock which
was fully erect at somewhere between seven and a half to eight inches.  I
hadn't even realized I had gotten hard.

I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something.  "Okay, let's jack off
together.  I had intended on making love to Jenny this morning, but she was
gone when I woke up.  I'm pretty horny myself."

"Great," Danny said.  He took my hand and I let him lead me into my
bedroom.  He lay down on Jenny's side of the bed, and motioned for me to
join him.  I lay down on my back, but I didn't do anything.  Our upper arms
and our legs were touching.  Danny wrapped his cock in his right hand.  It
too, was now fully erect.  He started to stroke, and told me to join him,
so I did.

For some reason, I had lost my erection, and I wasn't getting it back.

"Having trouble?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, I told you this wasn't my scene."

"All anyone ever needs for successful sex, is a little stimulation," he
whispered in my ear.  With that, he pushed my hand off my cock, and wrapped
his left hand around my rod.  "I'll do both of us," he bragged, and started
stroking his cock along with mine.  I wanted to object, but I was getting
hard, and I reluctantly admitted to myself that this felt really good.  To
tell the truth I was a goner.  Danny continued to stroke me, but he stopped
stroking himself, and he asked me to do him. I surprised myself when I had
no trouble reaching over and taking him into the palm of my hand.  I
started to stroke him, in the same manner that I had whacked off all my
life.

I was enjoying myself.  Danny was right, this did feel good, and I wasn't
turning gay.  As I stroked Danny, I felt his cock getting thicker and
harder, and his balls were shrinking.  He pushed my hand away abruptly and
leaned over me.  Before I could say, "NO," my cock was in his mouth.

I wanted to stop him; I swear I did, but I was too far gone.  All I could
do is moan very weekly, "I'm cumming."  After I admitted that, I expected
Danny to pull off me, and hopefully finish me by hand.  I had no clue how
much he was enjoying giving me head.  Instead of pulling me out of his
mouth, he stroked harder with his tongue, and I came quickly.  Now another
surprise.  He didn't spit my cum out of his mouth.  He swallowed all of it,
and shocked me by crying out, "That was delicious."

I shuddered in fear when I realized that I wanted to give him the same
pleasure he had given me.  He lay back on the bed.  He was on his back and
his legs were spread.  His erect cock looked humongous.  I leaned over and
put my face close to it.  "Go for it," I heard him murmur.

At first I merely smelled it.  All I could smell was soap, presumably from
his morning shower.  I didn't expect it to smell so sweet, no, so clean.
Tentatively I ran my tongue over his glans.  Still...no odor.  Jenny always
had a slight odor.  I grew bold and ran my tongue up and down his shaft,
and Danny sighed.  I knew I had done something right.

He started writhing all over the bed.  His body was bucking, and he was
yelling obscenities.  Then I heard a loud, booming, male voice yell, "WHAT
THE FUCK??"  I pulled off Danny, and turned to the voice.  There stood
Vincent Carroll with a large grin on his face.  Standing next to him, was
Jenny with her mouth agape, and thoroughly speechless.

Vincent started to laugh.  "Mind if I join you?" he giggled, but he made no
move to join in.

"I can explain," Danny started to say.

"He seduced me," I whimpered, looking imploringly at Jenny.  "What are you
doing home anyhow?"

"They just closed the airport, and all flights were cancelled.  The limo
got us here, but the driver refused to go on to Jersey City to take Vince
home, so I invited him to stay with us."

I wanted to kick myself for letting curiosity get the better of me.  I was
also frightened.  I knew that Jenny would take Danny's side over mine.  At
the moment I decided to keep my mouth shut, and not make things worse.  In
the few seconds that followed I noticed Vince and Danny ogling each other.

"I'll get dressed," I whispered.

"Me too," Danny parroted.

"Don't either of you get dressed," she said.  It sounded like an order.
"Vince, you get undressed, and show me what you've got."

"What?" Vince almost gagged.

"Listen guys I have wanted to do a coffee table book for ages.  I've
already spoken to a publisher who gave me the go-ahead.  It's to be a
collection of male nudes.  Here we are stuck together for who knows how
long.  The three of you have brick shithouse bodies.  This is my
opportunity to do the book.  Up to now I've been too busy."

The three men looked at Jenny in utter disbelief.  I couldn't believe that
she was entirely dismissing the fact that she had caught me having sex with
her best friend.  The room got deadly silent.  All I could hear was the
wind and icy snow pellets pounding against the windows.  Jenny ran to the
picture window in our living room.  We were five flights up.  She opened
the blinds and pulled them up.

"I'm going to use this as backlight," she explained.  "Chris, please bring
in every lamp and torch light in the apartment.  We'll light them, and use
that for back light."

Quickly and efficiently she set up her workspace, and we three nude
subjects did everything she asked.  When everything was satisfactory to
her, Danny announced that he was hungry.

"Nobody eats until I finish the first round of pictures," she stated
adamantly.  She began to pose us individually, in twos, and in threes.  The
poses were manly and sexually evocative.  Jenny was careful not to show a
full view of any of our cocks.  Every so often she produced a partial shady
view of one of us.  Obviously she wanted to tease the viewers.

After nearly two hundred shots, Jenny announced that we could eat now.
While she was busy fiddling with her equipment, Vince and I got busy
setting the dining room table.  Our kitchen was too tiny for four people.
It had a small table that only sat two.  Danny made the mimosas and set
them on the table.  Then he got busy making the cinnamon-almond French
toast.  While he did that, I set up the coffee maker.  We three acted like
an efficient working team.  By this time our nudity seemed to be forgotten.

"Soups on," I yelled at Jenny.  She put down one of her cameras and came to
the table.  Our three way nudity didn't seem to bother her at all.  At this
time, I was beyond astonishment. My recent romp in the sack with Danny
didn't even evoke feelings of guilt any longer.

Jenny glanced out the window.  The snow was coming down thicker and faster
than earlier.  "Nobody is going home tonight.  Danny, Vince, you'll have to
share the sleep sofa tonight, unless one of you wants to sleep in the
floor.  I hope you don't mind."

The two men looked at each other and smiled.  "I don't mind at all," Vince
whispered.

"Ditto," Danny said grinning.

If I could have looked under the table, I would have seen that both men
were hard as steel rods.

After brunch, we worked on Jenny's book for three more hours.  I for one,
was exhausted.  After we stowed her equipment and put all the lamps back in
place, Jenny called the restaurant, which was located just downstairs from
our building, and they were open.  Most of the crew had not been able to
get home, and the manager assured her of good service.

They didn't lie.  We had a five star steak dinner, with all the trimmings.
When the check came, Jenny grabbed it.  Vince and Danny objected.  She had
pulled out our joint credit card, so I knew I'd be paying it anyway, and I
had no need to object.

"Quiet, you guys," she smiled at us.  "I need to pay you all for your good
work.  Your modelling was very professional."

Upstairs, after dinner, we sat around socializing.  Every once in a while I
looked outside.  It was still snowing.  Finally Jenny stretched her arms,
yawned, and announced that she was exhausted, and wanted to go to bed.  Our
apartment had one full bath and a powder room.  Our two guests asked if
they could shower before bed.  I knew what they had in mind, and for one
perplexing moment, I was jealous.

They showered together and while they were occupied, Jenny and I opened the
sleep sofa, and put on fresh linens.

"It's not very comfortable," she said.

"Somehow, I don't think they'll notice.

They came out of the bathroom, both wearing boxer shorts.  "Can I see you
for a moment?" Danny asked.  I walked over to him and he whispered in my
ear.

"Keep Jenny busy for a minute," I whispered back.  I went into my bedroom,
and returned a minute later.  I handed him several condoms and a tube of
lube.  I tried to hide it from Jenny, but I think she saw the transaction.

We left them in the living room and retreated to our bedroom.  I closed the
door.  "Let's take a shower," I suggested.

"I'm way too tired," she said glancing at our bed.  It was still messed up
from my earlier encounter with Danny.  "You shower, and then why don't you
join the boys?  I want you to finish what you started.  I know you were
just experimenting.  Why not complete the experiment?"

I must have heard wrong.  Jenny was asking me to have sex with two guys.  I
was too stunned to respond.  I stood there staring at her as she started to
tuck in the sheets, and smooth out the wrinkles.

"It's not what I do," I protested.

"Of course, not, darling, but it's just an experiment, and you never have
to do this again, if you don't like it."

"What if I do like it?"

Jenny laughed.  "Not to worry.  Danny is always around.  He likes you,
Chris, more than he should."

Jenny's transparency hit me like a slap across the face.  She wanted Danny
and me to have sex together.  I'd bet a month's pay, she even wanted us to
do threesomes, not once, but for eternity.  It became obvious to me, that
her wish was to have the two men she loved most in the world, at her side
forever, and this was the perfect opportunity for that to happen.

`Why not?' I thought.  Danny had never been a threat to me sexually, but he
was always a threat to me in our social life.  Jenny was never completely
mine.  She belonged to both of us.  Turning us into a threesome was her
remedy to make our unusual relationship into a normal one; one that both of
us men might accept.

I went into the living room.  Vince and Danny were playing sixty-nine.  It
shouldn't have, but it completely aroused me.  They were oblivious to my
presence.  Danny's bubbly ass was staring me in the face.  Earlier today he
had offered to let me fuck him.  I was ready now.  The condoms and lube
were on the coffee table.  I prepared myself, lined my cock up with his
ass, and began to enter him.

I heard Danny moan, as I went in deeper.  "Did I hurt you?" I asked in
alarm.

He stopped sucking Vince, and said.  "No sweetie.  You could never hurt me,
but let's do this right.  He put on a condom, greased it up, and then
greased Vince's ass."  Vince was lying flat on his back.  Danny put a
pillow under his butt, and entered him in a missionary position.

"Now, Chris honey, fuck me."

The three of us fucked and sucked for about three hours, and finally fell
asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

The future belonged to Jenny.  She got her wish.  We and Danny gave up our
apartments, and the three of us moved into a larger one .... together.
Danny and Vince were occasional fuck buddies, but Danny belonged to Jenny
and me.  Vince didn't stand a chance.  I never could figure out which one
of us Jenny loved the most, but I stopped fretting about it.

Danny was even able to fuck Jenny when I was in the bed to stimulate him.
Without me, he still couldn't get it up for a woman.  He preferred my ass
to her vagina anyway.  The three of us made love often, and as kinkily as
we could figure out how to.  Believe me, three in a bed can be very
inventive.  The fact that we loved each other `til death do us part,' made
the sex better than any of us could ever have imagined.  In our case, two
was company, but three was a little bit of heaven.