My Wife’s Best Friend
 by: Hankster

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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 5^th 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.

Posted: 07/24/15