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Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding.
The next day, Chris texted Katie to see how things turned out. Katie laughed it off, telling him that I had forgiven her. Chris said he was happy to give her what she needed whenever she wanted. She told him she’d let him know.
Katie showed me the texts soon after. Because Chris was her ex-boyfriend, I was feeling a little insecure and asked her if the previous night had rekindled her feelings for him.
“Oh, honey,” Katie said sympathetically. “I promise, you don’t have to worry about that at all. I barely had feelings for him even when we were dating. Our relationship wasn’t exactly deep. It was really all about the…”
“Sex?” I said, finishing her sentence.
“Well, yeah,” she said with a smile.
I smiled too. “Well, you two definitely seem to be good at that.”
She laughed. “It made it so much hotter that you came in and caught us,” she said. Then she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “But, look, if you’re feeling weird about it, I think we should just, like, put him up on the shelf. He’ll text me for the next couple days, but if I don’t agree to hook up with him again soon, I’m sure he’ll move on pretty quick.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “And you’re okay with that? You don’t want to do it again?”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever,” she said. “Honestly, it was fun, but it would probably get old quick if we kept at it regularly.”
“Okay,” I said. “Then, yeah, let’s put him on pause, at least for now.”
“Sure,” she agreed.
So that’s what we did. Sure enough, Chris texted her, but she just told him that their night together was something she needed to “get out of her system” and she wasn’t interested in repeating it anytime soon. Chris said okay, and that he’d be around the next time she needed to get it out of her system, and that was pretty much it.
The next week passed uneventfully. We’d had an exciting couple of weekends, which gave us plenty of fodder for our fantasizing together. But it felt like we both wanted to calm things down a little. Katie still texted with Steve occasionally, and I was sure she wanted to get back together with him (I certainly wanted her to), but I asked her if it would be okay if we postponed that and just had a normal get-together with friends that weekend. She said of course.
So, that Saturday night, a bunch of our friends gathered at a neighborhood bar. There was Sarah and Peter, a married couple who had been friends of ours for a couple years; Hannah and Laura, who were a couple of Katie’s girlfriends; and Mike, our best friend. Katie and I had met Mike in college at a party, and we had instantly hit it off. We shared the same interests, the same taste, the same sense of humor. We just got along. He had remained our closest friend ever since.
We all had a great time together. A fair amount of it was spent trying to find a girl at the bar for Mike to introduce himself to. We all playfully teased him about how long he had been single.
“Come on, Mike, seriously, how long has it been?” Peter asked him.
Mike was blushing a little but laughed along with us. “It’s been a bit of a drought, okay?” he said. “Like, a few months, I guess?”
We all reacted to that with more good-natured teasing. “No, seriously,” Katie said. “We’ve gotta work together and find Mike a girlfriend!”
“Yeah!” Peter agreed. “I mean, come on, if Lucas can land a woman like Katie somehow, we should be able to find somebody for Mike!” Everybody laughed as Sarah gave Peter a playful shove.
We all spent the rest of the night trying to get Mike to talk to different girls. Mike wasn’t a muscular stud like Steve or Chris, but he wasn’t bad-looking. He had brown hair, a light beard, and what I guess you might call a “dad bod.” He’d had plenty of girlfriends, but just hadn’t found the right one, and for whatever reason had remained single for several months now.
Part of the problem was that Mike was pretty shy. So whenever we would point out a girl at the bar who he could talk to, he would resist. Sometimes we got him to give it a go, but he just wasn’t great at picking up strangers.
As the night wore on, it became clear it wasn’t going to happen for him. We all still had a great time though, and it was a relief to spend a normal night out with friends. Even so, Katie did steer the conversation into blue territory a couple of times, joking about how “horny” Mike must be, giving him a couple playful rubs as she teased him about being “desperate” for a woman’s touch. It definitely felt flirtatious.
Mike was a little taken aback by this, as Katie would never have made these kinds of jokes before our last couple weekends together. It was clear our new experiences had loosened her up a little and made her more comfortable in her sexuality. But Mike and the others took it all in stride, and it wasn’t like she did or said anything truly inappropriate. The closest she got was when we were all leaving, after quite a few drinks. She turned to Mike and said, “Aww, Mike, I feel bad you’re balıkesir escort going home alone. Here, let me give you a little material to work with tonight.” And then she leaned in, grabbed him by the chest, and gave him a peck on the cheek. He blushed like crazy, but we all just laughed and went our separate ways.
At home, we got into bed, and Katie and I talked sympathetically about Mike. “We’ve really gotta find him a girlfriend, right?” Katie asked me.
“Yeah, we’ll have to keep an eye out,” I said. “Do we know anybody who would be a good match for him?”
“I dunno, I’ll think about it,” she said. Then she turned to me. “Was I being…too weird with him?”
“No,” I said, sincerely. “You were just kidding around, right?”
“Yeahhh,” she said, a little slyly.
I laughed. “No way,” I said. “I can tell what you’re thinking. Not gonna happen. He’s our best friend!”
She laughed too. “I know, I know, it would be way too crazy,” she said. Then there was a pregnant pause as we lay there together, until she added, “But…it’s kinda hot to think about…”
My penis stiffened a little. I reached over and slid my arm around her waist, leaning close to her ear. “I think I’ve created a monster,” I joked, pulling her close to me. “You like the idea of cheating on me with our best friend?”
“Mmmm,” she said, as I pressed my erection against her. “Ya know, I think he’s always had a little bit of a crush on me.”
My whole body froze a little at this, as I grappled with my simultaneous uneasiness and arousal. I’d never gotten the impression that Mike had any kinds of feelings for Katie. “Seriously?” I asked.
She just smiled coyly at me. “I dunno, maybe,” she said. She took my hand and slid it inside her panties so I could feel her pussy, which was beginning to get wet. “I wonder what he would do if I invited him over sometime when you weren’t around…”
I sighed, my hard-on pressing against her side as I rubbed her clit. “Not for real, though, right?” I asked. “Just fantasizing?”
She looked at me, leaned toward me, and gave me a deep kiss. “Of course, baby, just fantasizing.”
I smiled, then slid a finger inside her. “I bet he’d forget all about me the second you started hitting on him,” I said.
She moaned and reached over to start stroking my cock. “I bet he would too,” she said. “I could invite him over and greet him at the door wearing nothing but my nightie. He’d be all over me.”
“Nnngghh,” I groaned. “Such a naughty wife, seducing our own best friend.”
“Mmmm, yes, you love your naughty wife, though, don’t you?” she said. “You want your naughty wife to suck Mike’s dick, don’t you?”
“Ohhhh, fuck yes,” I moaned as she stroked me. “I want Mike to fuck you like the dirty cheating slut you are.”
“Ohhh, yesss, baby, keep fingering me while I think about Mike pounding my pussy,” Katie begged.
I did, and within a couple of minutes we were cumming together. When we caught our breath, I looked over at her. “That was…just a fantasy, right?” I asked again.
“Yes, baby,” she said with a smile. “Just a fantasy.”
That week I could sense that Katie was getting increasingly horny and in need of real sex. We played with her dildo a couple nights but it didn’t seem to be doing it for her, so I suggested we reach out to Steve. She jumped at the chance, and asked me if it would be okay if she went over to Steve’s by herself, promising to tell me all about it afterward. I was a little surprised, but it sounded really hot to me, so I said sure.
She quickly texted him and arranged a date later in the week, when she had an afternoon off of work. Steve was happy to oblige us, of course, and spent the afternoon fucking Katie senseless. I would get the occasional update from one of them while I was at work, teasing me about how my wife was getting her pussy stretched by a real man’s dick. It drove me crazy; I could barely focus on what I was supposed to be working on. All I wanted to do was jerk off, but Steve ordered me to wait until Katie told me all about it. That night, she showed me a couple videos they had recorded as they fucked, which were amazing. Obviously it didn’t take me long to get off.
This was the first time Katie had sex with somebody else without me around at all, but because it was with Steve, who had so effectively made us comfortable with our cuckolding experience, I didn’t really feel conflicted about it. In fact, it was something I could get used to – I got insanely turned on sitting in my office knowing she was getting fucked at that very moment, and by the time I got off that night, I was so worked up that my orgasm was incredible.
The next morning, though, Katie did give me a reason to feel conflicted. She asked if it would be okay if she and Mike got coffee together that afternoon, just the two of them. This wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, as they both had more flexible work schedules than I did, so they would sometimes connect during the day when I wasn’t around. But because bartın escort she had just had her first one-on-one experience with another man without me around, and because we had just fantasized about her seducing Mike, I immediately felt uneasy and jealous.
“Um, I dunno,” I said hesitantly.
“Oh, baby, you’re not worried about it, are you?” she asked me.
“Uh…well…” I said.
“Sweetie!” she said. “Mike and I get coffee together all the time!”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “But, then, why are you even asking me? Usually you would just do it.”
She smiled. “Well, I guess I had a feeling you might be a little uncomfortable with it,” she admitted.
I laughed. “Well, there you go! Don’t act like it’s crazy!”
“Okay, fair enough,” she conceded. “But, so, what, I’m not allowed to get coffee with our best friend anymore?”
I sighed, looking her in the eyes carefully. “No, it’s okay,” I said. “Of course you can.”
She smiled, and reached out to hold my hand. “Good,” she said. After a pause, she asked, “You trust me, right?”
“Of course I do,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Just, you know…I really wouldn’t want anything to mess up our friendship with Mike. Right?”
“Right, I agree,” Katie said, nodding.
“Okay,” I said, feeling better. “So I know you won’t do anything…crazy.”
“You mean like take him into the bathroom and give him a blowjob?” she asked.
“Katie!” I said.
She burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
“Oh, sure, hilarious,” I said, laughing too. Then I added, “But, seriously…”
“I get it,” Katie said. “I won’t do anything bad.”
“Okay,” I said with a smile. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” she said. We kissed, and I headed off to work.
Late that afternoon, I got a text from Mike saying “Hey buddy, how’s it going?” I texted back:
Me: hey what’s up?
Mike: not much, just had coffee with Katie
Me: yeah she mentioned she was gonna be meeting up with you
Mike: yeah / um, this is a little weird, but have you noticed Katie acting any differently lately?
I immediately became alarmed, but told myself not to jump to any conclusions.
Me: um no not really, what do you mean?
Mike: nothing, nevermind
Me: no, come on, man, what’s up?
Mike: I shouldn’t have even brought it up / she 100% did not do anything you need to be worried about / but she just seems a little more…sexual lately?
Me: omg…wtf did she do??
Mike: NOTHING, dude, srsly
Me: what do you mean more “sexual”??
Mike: definitely should not have said anything
Me: it’s fine / just…tell me
Mike: really just small stuff / like, how she was joking around at the bar last weekend / this afternoon she would make little comments, sexual jokes / I swear, nothing big, just seems kind of unusual for her / was just wondering if something was up
Me: oh / ok / ummm lol I guess our sex life has gotten a little better lately / so she might be feeling a little more free lately
Mike: oh, really? / well, good for you, man lol
Me: thanks haha
Mike: anyway, none of my business / sorry for bringing it up!
I sighed. I believed Mike, so I wasn’t too concerned, but I was curious what exactly she had said or done. I knew I wasn’t going to get anything more specific out of Mike, though, so I just waited to talk to Katie when I got home.
At home, I told Katie about my conversation with Mike, and she just laughed with a little dismissive wave of her hand. “Oh, sweetie,” she said. “It was nothing, I promise!”
“I believe you,” I said. “I just wanna know what he’s talking about.”
“Um, well,” she started, “I made some jokes about how long it’s been for him since he’s had sex, just like when we hung out this past weekend.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Um, like, I said he must be really ‘backed up’,” she said with a giggle. “And he said, no, he took care of that on his own. And I wondered why he wasn’t hooking up with slutty girls who could take care of that for him.”
“Yeah…” I said.
“And he said he wasn’t really into random hook-ups with girls he doesn’t know,” she continued. “So…I said the women he already knows need to become sluttier then. And…well…okay, maybe this is, like, a little bit bad…”
“What?” I asked, getting a little worried but trying my best to cover it. “You can tell me.”
She sighed. “Well…I kind of unbuttoned my blouse, just a couple of buttons! Like this…” She unbuttoned two buttons of her white blouse, revealing a significant but not obscene amount of cleavage. “…and I kind of nudged his leg with my foot, just a little.” I felt my mouth go dry hearing this. “And he got all flustered and turned red. It was really funny! And then I told him to relax and that I was just kidding.”
“Oh,” I said, absorbing this. “And then…did you button your blouse back up?”
“Oh, hm…I think I forgot,” Katie said with a shrug. “It’s not that revealing…although I did batıkent escort see him sneaking peeks for the rest of the conversation.” She giggled, then she put a hand on my thigh. “Why…was that naughty?”
I took her hand and moved it off my thigh. “Katie, no, come on,” I said. “I told you not to do anything like that!”
Katie looked a little surprised. “I’m sorry, baby,” she said, a little defensive. “All you said was to not do anything crazy.”
“You know what I meant,” I said. “You were obviously flirting!”
“Oh, just the tiniest bit,” Katie said. “But…okay. I’m sorry. I guess I thought you would think it was hot.”
“I, just, I’m not comfortable with that,” I said. She wasn’t wrong – I had gotten hard as she told me what had happened. But I wanted to make it clear I didn’t want to pursue this.
“Okay,” she said comfortingly. “I’m really sorry then.”
“No, it’s okay, I’m not mad or anything,” I said. “Just, ya know…cool it a little, okay?”
“Sure,” she agreed.
That weekend, Mike texted us and asked if we wanted to go see a new movie that we’d all been interested in. I couldn’t help but feel a little reluctance, but I quickly shook it off, and Katie and I agreed it would be fun.
In the theater, Katie sat between us. Mike had a bucket of popcorn on his lap which Katie would occasionally reach into to grab a handful. This was not unusual, as I didn’t really like popcorn and the two of them did, but this time I couldn’t help but fixate on it out of the corner of my eye. I saw their elbows and arms touching or rubbing against each other sometimes, and while I told myself this was perfectly normal, I had to wonder if it was turning Katie on.
As we left, I turned to them and said I had loved the movie. They both exchanged a glance and burst out laughing, joking together about how much they had both hated it. Again, I reminded myself that this wasn’t a big deal, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
“Wanna come hang out for a little bit?” Katie asked Mike. This was also common practice for us – Katie and I lived a short walk from the theater, so we had gotten in the habit of hanging out at our place after seeing a movie. Nevertheless, I wished she hadn’t suggested it. But Mike quickly agreed and we started walking over.
Katie was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans which fit her nicely, and I saw Mike was checking out her butt as she walked a few feet in front of us. Had he always done this, and I had just never noticed it? Or was he thinking about Katie more sexually after his last two encounters with her and all her jokes and flirtations?
I felt like I was going a little crazy, and wondered if it had been a mistake for Katie and I to ever go down the road of experimenting with her and other men. It was making me jealous and insecure. Then I looked over and saw Mike checking out her butt again, and images flashed in my mind of her bent over in front of him.
When we got to our place, my mouth was dry and I was feeling warm. Trying to act normal, I asked Mike if he wanted a beer. He said sure, and Katie asked for a glass of wine, so I went to the kitchen to go get their drinks. Reaching into the fridge, I couldn’t help but be reminded of our experience with Chris, and how he and Katie would mess around every time I was in the kitchen. Was it possible Katie and Mike were lying to me about how much had happened during their afternoon coffee? And that now they were messing around on the couch together while I got Mike a beer? I was angry at the thought of them both betraying me, but my erection was also straining against my underwear.
As I walked back out with drinks, Katie and Mike were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, talking about the movie. I told myself I was being paranoid and was getting too worked up. I gave them their drinks, had a seat on the same chair I had been sitting in during our night with Chris, and tried to relax.
As the night went on, I did start to loosen up. We all joked and laughed together, and I was reminded why Mike was my best friend in the first place. We had a couple more drinks, and as I was getting buzzed, I laughed to myself at how silly I was being. Even when the conversation turned back to Mike being single, I didn’t get worried.
“I liked your last girlfriend,” Katie said to Mike. “What was her name again?”
“Grace,” Mike said.
“Oh yeah, Grace, she was cool,” I agreed. “What went wrong there?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Mike said. “She was great, we just didn’t quite click, ya know?”
“Aww, poor guy,” Katie said sympathetically, but with a little giggle. She was clearly getting a little drunk herself. “What do you miss most about her?”
“Umm,” Mike said with a little laugh as he thought about it. “You mean, other than the obvious?”
We all laughed. “Yes, other than that,” Katie said.
He sighed. “I mean, this is corny, but…she really liked the foot rubs I gave her.”
“Awwww!” Katie said. “That’s really sweet! What a gentleman.” She glanced over at me. “Lucas never gives me foot rubs!”
I looked at her and laughed easily. We exchanged a brief but meaningful glance, and I said, “I admit, the idea of giving you a foot rub has never crossed my mind. But, hey, since we’ve apparently got the master right here…”
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