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I ran over to Richie and whispered the information in his ear.  He looked
at me and then went over to the DJ, asked for the microphone and announced
to all our guests that the celebration was a double one as we had our
meeting anniversary.  More Champagne was served for the occasion.

When the waiters wheeled in the wedding cake, we could see an inscription
on it that just said "One Year".  Stewart had really thought about
everything.


*****

Around ten pm Stewart announced that our car was in front of the hotel
door.  He handed me the card that would allow me to drive it.  We bid our
goodbyes to our guests who accompanied us to the door and once outside
started to throw rice.  I guessed we would find rice in the car for the six
months to come.  I drove away, making quite some noise with the tins and
other things Stewart had attached to the car together with a huge sign that
said "Just Married".

I couldn't, with the best of wills, drive directly home.  I did quite a
tour in the city just to enjoy the car and as well to show people I was
with my husband.  I was on cloud nine!

We had purposely postponed our honeymoon.  I wanted to have some time with
the friends that had come over and that were staying for a week in Toronto.
Stewart, he once again, had organized a few excursions so that my friends
could visit the most important places.  Useless to say that Richie and I
went with them.  Most of the evenings we gathered at one or the other nice
restaurant and it was clear that everybody had a good time.  When the week
was over, we took them all to the airport and waved them goodbye.  As usual
in those occasions, there were a lot of hugs and kisses and a few tears
were shed.  I was sad to see them go, but happy I would have my time with
my husband.

We still had a few days before returning to the routine of every day.  It
will not come as a surprise that we drove around quite a lot.  We went to
see places that even Richie had not seen.  The GPS in the car was very
useful and gave us even indications as where to go and what to see.  If I
had loved my car that I sold, I knew this one would certainly make up for
it.  We were happy and that made that everything we did was even more
beautiful.

We also got really close to Stewart and Troy.  Friendship and friends, as
words, are often misused.  Friendship is a pure and uninterested feeling
that is reciprocal and that was what we had with Stewart and Troy.  We
often went for a meal or a movie.  Theatre and concerts were also on the
agenda on a regular basis.  We even had plans for a holiday together to the
Niagara Falls.  They were all three pure Canadians and had never seen the
Niagara Falls!  I couldn't believe it.

When we met at our, or their place we would often have a few drinks, maybe
even a meal and sometimes playing some Trivial Pursuit or any other board
game.  It was always pleasant and fun.  Richie had told me that Stewart and
Troy indulged a third and sometimes a fourth person in their sexual game,
but I was too much in love with my husband to allow that.  I asked Richie
if he had been part of a three-way with them and he admitted he had in the
past, before knowing me.

- Is it something you would like to repeat?  I asked him.

- We have a monogamous marriage Fred, and I want to keep it that way.  A
threesome with them is totally out of the question because it implies that
you wouldn't be there.  I've done threesomes, foursomes and even orgies in
the past, but now I have a husband who satisfies me to the highest level
and I don't need more.  If you reach a point where you want to be involved
with other people sexually, we will talk about it but I don't see it
happening in a near future.

His answer made me happy.  I had to admit that my curiosity was piqued.  I
had had my share of men sexually before meeting Richie, but was never in a
threesome or more.  I had discovered very soon that one-night-stands were
satisfying on a very temporary basis, meaning that the excitement of the
moment was ok but as soon as it was over it left a sense of emptiness.  I
had soon switched over to masturbation instead, having the same result of
sexual satisfaction in the literally sense of the word.  Ok, I had had
anonymous sex as well and that was when I needed to feel other hands than
mine on my body.  As said before, it gave me a temporary satisfaction, but
nothing else.

I had even gone to a gay bathhouse.  At first it was not with a sexual
purpose.  I just loved the warmth of the Finnish sauna and just adored the
steam room.  When I got out of the steam room I felt like my skin was a lot
cleaner than before I entered.  Sweating profusely without having to do any
muscle exercise was something that renewed my energies.  When I noticed
that most of the guys came there for a pure sexual adventure, the gay
bathhouse lost a bit of its interest.  I tried some straight bathhouses,
but saw that the sexual purpose was even more present than in the gay ones,
only that the people trying to have sex with me were women and not so many
men, although there were a few.

I thought I was getting old before my age.  Most young guys considered the
bathhouses as their second home.  There was a huge display of muscular
studs.  I had to admit that some of them were very nice- looking but most
of them had that much muscles on them that it lost my interest.  It was not
natural anymore.

I had told my experiences to Richie in the very beginning of our
relationship and we both agreed on the subject.  Richie on top of that
insisted that sex in the heat of the moment, was often practiced without
any protection and that in our time, the risk was too high to catch any
STD.  He told me of a very nice spa in town, servicing both men and women
but at different times.  He had gone there and enjoyed the total spa
circuit, with after that a nice session in the steam room and finishing it
all off with a very professional massage.  He had enjoyed it immensely at
the time.  There were no sexual activities in that spa and he even
suggested e would go when we felt like it.

As both our jobs meant we were sitting a great deal of the day, our morning
workouts were heavenly sent.  Most of the time I only used the treadmill
where Richie used more the weights.  But all in all, it made us sweat off
the hours we were just sitting at our desks.

I came to notice that Richie was often frustrated in his work.  His fees
were quite high and he had a very selected clientele.  Quite some cases he
defended were futile as he said himself.  He started to have some good fame
with divorce cases, but he actually didn't like it.  It was easy money
though.  If people were arguing about (most of the time) huge amounts of
money, he didn't care to increase his fees.  But he felt useless at one
point.

- You see, he said, there are a lot of people who really need a lawyer, but
who can't afford one.  People who are the victims of injustice and are
about to lose everything they have because one guy has been smarter than
they were and took advantage of it.  I was thinking, and I would like your
input Fred, to open an office in a less fortunate part of town and exercise
my profession at totally different fees, and even for free when I see there
is no other way.  I think it would be far more satisfying of working the
law efficiently for those who need it most.

Once again I realized why I loved this guy.  He had such a big heart and
genuinely wanted to help people who needed it.  My brain as working at the
speed of light with what he had just told me.

- Let me create a website for you, explaining your purposes and what you
can do.  We could even include your fees so the people would know they can
afford it.

- That's a brilliant idea Fred!  Let me work out what information should
appear.  I would also like to speak to some judges about the project and
see what they can come up with.  I even think that the name of the website
is obvious: "Affordable Justice".  I would keep the two parts of my
profession completely separated and make big money with the rich ones and
just covering the costs with the other ones.  I guess it would even be tax
deductible.

Richie was suddenly in a very creative mood.  He took some paper and a pen
and started to write down whatever the project was including.  He was that
much concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't even hear me when I
was talking to him.  It didn't make me mad, on the contrary, it made me
proud to have a husband who got into things with such a passion and fever,
just like when we were making love.

It took him several days and almost weeks to write down what he wanted.
When he thought the project was efficient and viable, he showed me what he
had written down.  I had to admit I didn't understand all of it and told
him so.

- Please Richie, try to write down things, not in your professional
terminology, but in a language even a six year old would understand like
Denzel Washington says in the movie "Philadelphia".  People who will visit
your website, have to understand every single word that appears on the
screen.  Don't use your lawyer's language or the court language.  Use the
street language that will put your clients at ease.  You can even mention
some cases you've won so that the website visitor will know you are not a
student that just graduated from university, but that you are a full time
lawyer who knows what he is talking about.

He kissed me and disappeared in his office again.  I had almost to drag him
out of it to come to eat, but as soon as he finished his plate he was gone
again.  For my part I had started a design of his website, using soothing
colors, readable fonts and user-friendly buttons and links.  I used all my
skills and knowledge to make it attractive without being too pedantic.  I
asked Richie the names of his competitors and went on a search to see if
any of them had a website.  I found a few and I was sure the less fortunate
people would never contact them.  Everything was written in lawyer's slang
and most of them were on the verge to tell they were the lawyers of the
President of the United States himself.  I wouldn't have been surprised if
any of those had asked a fee just to enter their website!  I observed their
websites scrupulously and made my notes about what I had to avoid in
Richie's.

It took Richie almost three month before he had everything in its place.
He had rented a modest office on top of a grocery store and furnished it
accordingly to the neighborhood and the possible clients he would have.
Although he had talked about changing his car for a newer one, he didn't do
it.  He kept his ten-year-old Honda that was a lot more discreet than the
BMW 5 series he had in mind.  He made an attentive choice of his clothing
when he went up to that office, always elegant but not screaming out it was
a tailor made suit.  All the details were covered, even his nameplate next
to the door was simple and efficient: his name, his business and the hours
he would be available.

It took only two days before he had the first inquiry by e-mail.  It was a
case of a person renting a place and the landlord refused to do very urgent
and necessary works to keep the place livable.  The people asking for his
help were older people with very little income and no money to do the works
themselves.  Richie immediately called them and made an appointment to meet
them.

I realized that with helping less fortunate people, I would see him less
and less.  I didn't care, as I knew he was doing a tremendous job helping
those who were in need.  It was like that in a very short time because with
people who can't afford a lawyer, he had to spend more time and adapt his
speeches so that they would understand him without ambiguities.  Every time
he came back from that office, he was tired and worn-out, but happy.  His
face and his eyes were telling me that.  The change in him since he started
his project was noticeable.  He still had his rich clients that provided
most of his income, but the fact of feeling useful, he got it from his
downtown office.  I was proud of him.  Nevertheless, I had to convince him
to open his new office only five days a week as it took so much energy from
him.

What he noticed in this new project was also the fact that for a lot of
people there was no need to go to court.  Amiable agreements were often
found when the other party realized there was a real and serious lawyer
defending the less fortunate.  There were also a lot of cases where the
court was not necessary as the answers to the client's question were
obvious and just common sense.  When Richie mentioned that to me, I
suggested to add a page on his website with FAQ's.  That page would
probably need a daily update with the questions he received at his office.

Six months after the opening of the office, Richie was obliged to consider
having some help.  He couldn't do all the work he had.  He needed a
secretary or a law student that wanted to have some practice.  His clients
didn't pay a lot and that was the problem of hiring someone.  He tried to
convince some of his fellow lawyers, but most of them were not so keen to
work for almost free, till he met Jerome.  Jerome was a confirmed lawyer
and had had the same problem as Richie: not finding a satisfactory
professional life although his incomes were great.  They had been talking
about the project that Richie was developing and Richie invited him over to
our apartment to discuss things further.

When I first met Jerome, I have to admit I thought he was hot, burning hot.
He was tall, slender, muscled, blond and with sparkling blue eyes.  He
radiated confidence and self-esteem, but was humble at the same time.  He
had a dazzling smile and was very well mannered.  When they came in, Richie
introduced me as his husband and Jerome didn't flinch at all.  We sat down
and had a drink and they resumed their conversation where they left it
before.  Jerome seemed genuinely interested, as this supplementary job
would allow him, just as Richie, to deduct it from his taxes, but most of
all giving him a professional fulfillment.  He admitted with a laugh that
sometimes his fees were far above the amount of work they represented, but
just as Richie, his clients were quite wealthy and could more than afford
it.

Richie showed him the website.  Jerome was impressed.  They went over all
what was mentioned in the website and we could see that he was more and
more interested in joining the enterprise.  They then started to talk about
more private subjects and life in general.  We so learned we all had more
in common than what we saw at first sight.  Our sexual orientation was
never mentioned and that gave me the intuition that Jerome was probably as
gay as us.  He didn't mention any boyfriend though, but he didn't mention
any wife or girlfriend either.  His parents were part of the high-society
of Toronto and he had had a happy childhood.  Richie and he had been to the
same university and even had had some of the same professors.  As the hours
went by, we invited him to share our evening meal and he gladly accepted
after a polite "I don't want to bother you..."  All in all, the evening was
nice and pleasant and at the moment of leaving Jerome said he wanted a few
days to think it all over and that he would call to give his answer.

Once he was gone, Richie and I looked at each other and at the same time we
both said: "He's gay".  We burst out laughing, but Richie said that his
sexual orientation was not an issue.  What he was looking for was someone
with professional skills and who wanted to genuinely help people in need.

- Are you convinced he will be the man you wanted at your office? I asked.

- I am more than convinced.  He has a very good record and the cases he won
were not the easiest ones.  He knows his profession and from our
conversation I can say he would be a very good asset.  He is in the same
state I was in a few months ago.  He could be of great help and as you
know, I have already too much on my hands.

- If you think so, than go for it ... if he accepts.

- I am pretty convinced he will accept.

Indeed, two days later Jerome called and asked to meet.  They met at the
office to discuss the details of the collaboration and soon agreed on all
the conditions from both parts.  As they both were lawyers, they drew up a
contract that they both signed and shook hands that sealed the deal.

Richie started to get home earlier, something I was not angry about.  In
the last six month I had gone to bed often before he came home.  He always
slipped in bed as carefully as possible, but I was always awake anyway.  He
always kissed me goodnight saying he was sorry to arrive so late.  He was
also always so tired that our sex life started to suffer under the pressure
he had at his office.  Running two offices at the same time was not easy
and he most certainly tried to dedicate the necessary time to any of his
clients, being it the rich ones or the less fortunate ones.

Bit-by-bit our sexual life was reduced to the weekends.  I had insisted
from the very first day that the weekends would be work free, just as the
official holidays.  I had convinced Richie that the kind of work he did
didn't need him to work seven days a week, as he was working late almost
every day.  It was not that he needed the work for an income.  We had
enough money to be able to pay all of our bills and we didn't have that
much time to spend the rest.  We had since short a housekeeper who was
doing the cleaning and running our errands.  We tried, as much as we could,
to maintain our morning routine and workout to keep in shape.  From time to
time we went to the spa to relax a hundred percent.  At one of our visits
to the spa we were surprised to meet Jerome.  As he had only a towel
wrapped around his waist, I could see my suspicion of a magnificent body
were right.  He had to workout as well to keep in such a good shape.  We
had a fruit juice at the little bar and then went for the steam room.
Before we got in I just stated that anyone speaking about work would have
to pay a fee of five dollars.  They both laughed at it, but agreed.

- And what is it you want to talk about then?  Jerome asked, the size of
our dicks?

But as we sat in the steam room he removed his towel and that subject was
not necessary anymore.  We all three had about the same endowment with
trimmed pubes and shaved balls.  Although none of us talked about it
openly, we could see we were all very similar but with Jerome in a slightly
better shape.  Nudity didn't seem to bother Jerome at all.  We told him
that we were mostly nudists at home and even tried to find any kind of
resort to have a long weekend or some other holidays in the nude as well.
Jerome confirmed he was a nudist as well and would give us some addresses
of resorts that were clothing optional.  He told us about a few he had
visited and one in particular that was for him the very best.  Once again
he didn't give us any clue as to his sexual orientation.

When our circuit was over and we had received our massages, we left the spa
to go home and it was almost obvious Jerome would join us for yet another
meal.  The only difference this time was that, as we had all admitted to be
nudists, we took of our clothes when reaching the apartment.  It was a
little awkward at first but we soon were at ease being naked around each
other.  There were no sexual innuendos and none of us got hard.  The only
thing that changed was that when Jerome left, Richie was hornier than
usual.  I wasn't complaining!

When I started to notice that Richie was looking at Jerome with a little
twinkle in his eyes, I talked to him before things were going in a
direction that could possibly put our marriage in danger.  So, one weekend
I confronted Richie with what I had seen.  He didn't deny it and I was glad
for it.  We had always been honest to each other and had never left a
subject unspoken when it rose.

- Yes, he said, Jerome is a very attractive guy and when we are here, all
naked, there is a kind of lust coming up.  I know we have not made love as
much as in the past Fred because the huge amount of hours I am working.
Very often I am far too exhausted to indulge in my matrimonial duties.  It
is not that I am getting tired of you, be assured.  Of course, during the
week-ends we are a little more relaxed and if Jerome comes by I can't avoid
thinking about what it would be to have a threesome with him.

- Have you ever had anything sexual with him while at the office? I asked.

- No, we never have and we will never do something like that at the office.
When we are working we do our jobs to the best of our abilities and I can
tell you I don't regret one moment the fact I have accepted him as my
associate.  At the office it is pure professionalism and nothing else.

Richie was very calm when saying that and he looked me straight in the eyes
at the same time.  I knew he was telling me the truth and I had no problems
believing him.  So I continued:

- If I understand you correctly, you wouldn't mind having a threesome with
Jerome.  Right?

- We had this discussion some months ago, you remember?  If you ask me from
a pure sexual almost bestial point of view, I have to answer yes.  If we
speak about an emotional involvement, I definitely say no.  I love you and
I am married to you Fred and I don't want that to change in any way.  You
know that we, men, are born hunters and it is not the fact of killing an
animal that has us going, it is the hunting on itself, tracking down the
animal, following it, find it.  Once it is killed, for whatever purpose it
is, the game is over.  It is the same, I think, when it comes to get what
we want, as long as the emotions are not concerned.  Look at us.  We are
both hunters and had it the easy way, as we both wanted the other.  If you
now look at Jerome, I don't know if he is interested in me or in us and
that makes it exciting.  If we haven't acted on it, it is just because I
first of all don't want to lose him as a friend and secondly I don't want
to lose him as a partner in the business.

- I understand what you are telling me.

- Would you be interested in a threesome with him?  Richie asked.

- Well, as you perfectly stated, Jerome is an attractive guy and from the
"hunter's" point of view, speaking about lust and almost bestiality, I
would have to say yes as well.  Emotionally, just like you, I would
definitely say no.  There is maybe one point I have to add to what you
said, and please don't take it as a blame, as I have not the love making as
often as I would like to, my libido is increasing with the day.  Just know
that I would rather masturbate than cheat on you.  What we have together is
far too important to me than any sexual satisfaction I could eventually
find somewhere else.  The most important thing here is that we are honest
about the subject and with each other.  I will not accept that you cheat on
me and I would never do it to you.  If we both think that a threesome could
spice up our sexual life, I would probably accept.  But I would have
problems accepting it if it was for any different reason.  Our sex life has
been very satisfactory up till now and when we make love I am the happiest
man on earth.  I would have problems with it if we had a threesome and that
the rest of the week you wouldn't even touch me.  Do you understand what I
mean?

- I understand you very clearly my dear husband, and I do agree with you
wholeheartedly.

We agreed to not plan a threesome, but that if the circumstances were
right, we would allow it to happen.  Richie had understood my point of view
completely.  As Jerome was taking quite some cases for himself, Richie got
earlier home most of the week days and was less exhausted.  Our lovemaking
got back to an almost daily activity.  I was so glad we had been able to
talk it over in complete honesty.  A big burden had been taken off my
shoulders, as I tend to see the worst instead of the best, but my husband
was my best friend!  We could talk over everything that happened in our
lives, without getting angry or upset when there was a difference in
opinions.  I felt more than blessed to have found that man and be married
to him.

Winter had been blowing full force.  Richie's car had run its last miles
when one day it stopped completely.  As it was well over ten years old, the
costs to repair it were not worth it anymore.  Richie had enjoyed driving
my car so much that he decided to go for a new BMW as well.  As he had
often clients (the richer ones) to take with him, he went for the 5 series
as it had 4 doors and was more spacious than my convertible.  The day it
was delivered, I drove him to the dealership and before driving home we
drove around although the snow was covering most of the roads.
Nonetheless, the car went flawlessly through the white stuff.  Richie was
like a kid on Christmas day with his new toy.

The following Saturday we went to the spa and Jerome was there as usual.
He had not seen Richie's new car and when we got out he whistled his
appreciation.  We went for a drive and suddenly Jerome started to give
instructions to Richie who followed them scrupulously.  Jerome said he
wanted to show us something.  We drove out of town and into the country and
soon reached an almost deserted place.  When Jerome said to stop we were in
front of a cottage that was completely snowed in, but that looked very
inviting nonetheless.  He said he had just bought it.  It still needed
quite some work before he could move in, but he explained and showed the
potential of the house.  It was indeed very cozy and we could see why he
had bought it.  He explained what kind of renovations he wanted to do.  Our
imagination was fertile enough to see what it would become.  He even wanted
to have his own little spa with sauna and steam room.  The main feature of
the living room was a huge fireplace and it was really easy to imagine the
place nicely furnished.  We were happy for him.  As we still didn't know
his sexual orientation we kept discreet about the fact if he would share
that house with someone or not.

We drove back to town.  We invited Jerome to share our meal and he
accepted.  Once in the apartment, it had became quite normal for us to get
out of our clothes and Jerome followed our example each time.  It was nice
to enjoy nudity, as through the window we could see the snow covered city.
After our meal we sat in the living room in front of the fireplace and were
still talking about the complete make over of Jerome's house.  I was
sitting next to Jerome and Richie in an easy chair in front of us.

Suddenly, without any warning, I heard Jerome saying: "Shit" and he leaned
down and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking on it with frenzy.
Of course, it didn't take more than three seconds to have me as hard as
rock.  Richie looked bewildered at what was happening just in front of his
eyes.  In the heat of the moment and with Jerome sucking like a vacuum, I
shot my load very quickly.  Jerome came up for air and was beat red.

- I am sorry, he said I ... I don't know what overcomes to me! ... I am
sorry ... I should not have done that!

He babbled and apologized profusely, not knowing where to turn to.  He
stood up and was about to leave.  Richie got up quickly and took him by the
arm, turning him to look at him.  Jerome had tears in his eyes and was
apparently quite ashamed of what he had done.

- Don't worry Jerome, Richie said.  You don't have to be ashamed of
anything.  I know my husband is a very attractive man and that you wanted
to do this.

- I wanted to do this for months now Richie, he answered, but I always
could refrain my impulsions.  But today, I really don't know what happened,
I ...

- Shht ... don't say anything anymore.  Please come back in and sit down.

Jerome hesitantly sat down between Richie and me.  I was glad we had
discussed this before the actual happening of it.  Jerome was totally upset
and didn't know how to act.  Richie tried to calm him down, but as it
didn't work with words, he just French kissed Jerome with passion.  When he
came up for air, he nodded to me as if to say it was my turn.  I obliged
and kissed Jerome with the same passion Richie had shown.  When I came up
for air, Richie took my face in both his hands and kissed me feverishly.

If we are going to do this, Riche said, let's do it properly and move to
the bedroom.  He took Jerome's hand in his and I took the other one.  We
fell on the bed and the kissing resumed.  It was an incredible feeling.
Six hands were roaming over three bodies.  Jerome was a very good kisser,
but I still preferred my man to kiss me.  Our cocks were hard before we
even fell on the bed and were pressed in between of us.  Even though I had
shot my load in Jerome's mouth only a few minutes before, I got all worked
up with the newness of the situation.  We suddenly had one more body to
give pleasure to.  We had to learn which buttons we had to push to unleash
the fire Jerome had inside.

It was not difficult.  Jerome was so excited that the slightest touch made
him squirm.  My hand met Richie's on Jerome's swollen organ.  We played
with his cock and balls and as he gasped for air, he shot his juice.  I
guessed that his feelings were in total overload.  I grasped Richie's cock
and sucked a few moments, as I knew he would climax real fast as well.  His
creamy juice filled my mouth in seconds.  I didn't swallow though.  I
wanted to share it with them.  I kissed Richie and Jerome joined us, all
three enjoying the flavor of Richie's semen.  As we had climaxed we knew
that we could go for a more relaxed round two.

Jerome's cock stayed hard and he stayed in an active sexual mood.  It was
clear he couldn't get enough of it.  He jumped up and kneeled between
Richie's legs.  He leaned forward and engulfed Richie's cock till his nose
was buried in his pubes.  He sucked avidly as if he wanted to be sure there
was nothing left inside.  I watched him suck my husband and although I was
excited by this little show, I had confused feelings.  It was a good friend
who had my husband's cock in his mouth!  The only place that cock was
really home was in one of my openings and not someone else's.  Although I
had accepted it even before it took place, I had a quiver of jealousy going
through my mind and my body.  I had never before in my life been jealous.
I watched them going at it and felt that my cock stayed flaccid.  The scene
was hot but the excitement was gone for me.  I got off the bed and sat down
in the chair closest to the bed, watching them.  Jerome flipped over and
presented his cock to the open lips of Richie who swallowed it.  He sucked
on it like he always sucked: with fever and passion.  These two magnificent
specimens of men, in a hot sixty-nine position, were giving each other as
much pleasure as was possible.  They were clearly oblivious of me not being
in bed with them anymore.  After a while Richie got on his knees and turned
Jerome on his stomach, lifting his hips and pushing a pillow under his
stomach.  Richie pointed his cock-head directly on Jerome's exposed
rosebud.  It seemed Richie was letting himself fall down on Jerome and
penetrated him in one thrust up to the hilt.

Jerome couldn't even shout his surprise as the sudden invasion in his ass
had cut off his breathing.  Richie didn't even let him getting used to the
invasion as he started to pump in and out of Jerome's hole.  Jerome didn't
say anything.  He just lifted his hips a bit higher as if he wanted Richie
to go even deeper.  Richie obliged and was pumping furiously between
Jerome's ass-cheeks.  Richie's breath was heavy and he started to sweat all
over his body.  When he threw back his head I knew that he was only a few
thrusts away from filling Jerome's insides.  With a last powerful thrust he
shouted his climax out, unloading in his associate's ass.  Then he
collapsed on Jerome's back and tried to catch his breath.  As they came
down from a post-orgasmic height, Richie left Jerome's hole with a plop.

Richie looked at me with a quizzical look.  I didn't do anything to give
him even a silent answer.  I just took the pad and started the shower.  The
other two joined me and although we still grabbed and caressed, the urge of
the moment was gone.  Contrary to his normal way of doing, Jerome was soon
gone and Richie and I were alone again.

You didn't like it or am I mistaken? Richie asked.

First of all I was flabbergasted at Jerome's actions.  I had not expected
it in any way.  What happened next is that something snapped in in my head.
Seeing you interact with him caused a feeling of jealousy I had never felt
before.  Yes, it was hot to look at but when he sucked you I was thinking
that it was my mouth that ought to be on your cock.  When you fucked him I
thought it was my hole your cock had to be in.  It was very confusing as I
have never been jealous in my life.  It was not that I didn't want you to
have your pleasure.  I love you so much and after this experience of a
threesome, if you don't mind, I'd rather have we don't repeat it.

- I understand, said Richie, and I will respect your desire.  It is true
that Jerome has a hot body and it was kind of fun, but knowing you are not
comfortable with it, I can assure you it won't happen again.  We have
enough with just the two of us.  I'll just explain to Jerome that the next
time he comes we will stay clothed as to avoid the incident we had today.
I am sure he will understand and accept it.

Richie got up and came over to me.  He kissed me with his usual passion and
before long we were in bed again, not fucking, but making love.

The evening of our first day of work after the weekend, I was anxiously
waiting for Richie to come home and tell me Jerome's reaction.  Strangely
enough, Richie got in late.  I guessed that he had waited to talk to Jerome
till their office was empty, but when Richie came in he had a strange look
on his face.

- Jerome has not come to the office today.  He didn't leave a note or
anything and when I tried to call him, he didn't answer.  This is so not
like him!  I have sent him an e-mail but haven't received an answer up till
now.

Richie was really concerned and worried.  He tried several more times to
call Jerome, but never had an answer.

As days went by, Richie was on the verge of calling police and hospitals,
but he heard from some colleagues at the courthouse that they had seen
Jerome the day before or had him on the phone.  That proved that Jerome was
alive and not hurt in any way.

It took three weeks for Jerome to give any news.  He called Richie during
the office hours, apologizing profusely about his silence and saying it was
all too hard for him to see us as a happy couple and he being the fifth
wheel of the carriage.  Being in Richie's presence all day and with me on
top of it on weekends, was too much for him.  He couldn't stand it.  The
threesome he provoked was nagging at him.  He could forgive himself he had
initiated it.  He felt like an intrusion in our relationship and he didn't
want that.  He even thought we had allowed the threesome out of pity for
him.  Well, just to make a long story short, he preferred to stay away from
us although Richie tried to convince him of our friendship and so on.
Jerome insisted he needed time to sort things out.  If that was what he
wanted, we would give it to him!

Richie had to find someone else to help him at the office, but he swore to
god it would have to be a woman!


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