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Note: I wrote 5 parts of my story in another subreddit. This is a walkthrough story that I am actually living right now. I will keep posting a new part every day until it catches up to the present, and then I’ll update whenever something new actually happens.
I scripted out exactly what I was going to say. I even typed a little note on my phone so I wouldn’t freeze up. But in the end I changed all the plans and decided to just be myself and go with how I was feeling.
I called my friend just to tell him I was coming. My stomach was already in knots. When I got there he met me at the door, big smile, clapped me on the shoulder like nothing was weird. We sat in the living room and did the usual small talk work, some shared interests. His wife still hadn’t come out. After about 30 minutes I finally asked, “Where is she?”
He looked a little uncomfortable and said she was a little tired tonight and might not show up.
That pissed me off. I could feel my face getting hot. “Then why the did you let me come? I thought we were all going to have a conversation together.”
He said “She’s just a little nervous. She doesn’t feel like talking right now”. I was frustrated as fuck. For the last week this has been the only thing on my mind. I can’t focus at work, I can’t sleep. I wanted this settled today one way or the other. I stood up and said, “Then I should just leave if we’re not actually going to talk.”
He looked panicked. “Hang on, let me talk to her one more time”.
I sat there alone, heart hammering, thinking what the fuck is happening? Are they playing mind games with me? Is this part of the tease?
A couple minutes later he came back out and said, “She’s coming”.
I asked him straight up, “Is she actually okay to talk about this right now?”
“Yeah,” he said, “she’s just nervous”.
She finally walked in. She gave me a small, quick hug, but I could feel how tense her body was. She sat down on the sofa right across from me, knees together, hands in her lap wiping against each other like she didn’t know what to do with them. She is 36, white and soft brown hair in that usual ponytail, gray eyes that wouldn’t quite meet mine, around 5’8″, about 160 lbs. with those above-medium tits.
I asked her, “Are you okay?”
She nodded fast. “Yeah I’m okay”. Her voice was already shaking.
I told her everything her husband had said in the car that day and that I needed to hear it from her mouth. She said she didn’t have anything to add, he’d already told me everything. Her hands kept twisting in her lap.
I pushed anyway. “He mentioned you guys had an experience before. He didn’t give me any details. Can you tell me what happened?”
Her voice was shaky, all three of us sounded nervous. She explained they share the same fantasy. They found a guy online, invited him over, but the second he walked in he started disrespecting her husband, insulting him straight to his face, treating him like shit. It completely turned them off. They asked the guy to leave and shut the whole thing down for a while.
Then I asked the question that had been burning me up: “And the roleplay, involving me?”
She couldn’t look me in the eyes. She stared at the floor and said, “Yes, we were doing it every time after you left.”
I asked why me, of all people. Her husband jumped in and said it started totally random but turned into their go-to fantasy.
I didn’t say anything for a long minute. I was regretting deleting those notes on my phone so bad. My mind was blank, heart pounding just from the way she was sitting there looking so shy and nervous.
Finally I asked her straight “He told me you guys talked about doing this behind my girlfriend’s back. What do you think about that?”
Her husband leaned forward. “We could do a one-time thing first. If we all like it, then you talk to your girlfriend and we keep going. If not, she never has to know.”
I looked at his wife the shy, nervous energy radiating off her, my morality started losing the fight. My arousal was drowning out my conscience. I started rationalizing it, telling myself that these were my friends, that they had as much to lose as I did. The fantasy was screaming louder than the guilt. I caught myself thinking, This will be a secret. They’ll never ruin my life. They want this as bad as I do. We can keep this buried.
He then said “Nothing bad would happen as long as we’re all on the same page.”
I took a deep breath, the internal battle between my guilt and my arousal still raging. I needed to set a boundary that felt manageable. “I can do it,” I said, “but I want to start soft. Maybe just a massage first. Maybe we spend some time together without you watching. Then we see where it goes.”
The room went quiet for a second. He didn’t just jump at it this time, he turned his head, looked at her, and asked, “What do you think?”
She finally looked up, her gray eyes meeting mine for more than a split second. She seemed to be listening hard to the subtext of what I was offering. “I am okay with that,” she said, her voice a little steadier than before.
He also suggested telling my girlfriend I wanted to do a threesome with another couple, and if she said yes then we’d just be “the couple” and I wouldn’t have to explain the rest.
I looked right at her. She said, “I’m okay with that. It’s a middle solution, unless you want to tell her the full truth.”
I said I don’t know we’ve never talked about sharing or anything like that.
He got up to grab drinks like he wanted to leave us to talk. While he was gone I asked her quietly, “Do you want to do this because you like it, or because he wants it?”
She looked me in the eyes for the first time. “Both.”
“Are you sure you want me to do it?”
“Yes,” she said, voice softer now. “It’s been in our heads for a while. We can try, maybe we don’t like it after.”
Then I asked when it would be convenient if we tried it.
She said, “He’s so excited he’d do it even right now, but for me, I don’t know.”
He came back into the room then, sliding the cold beers onto the table. The condensation was already pooling on the wood. I waited until he sat down, then I spelled out the four paths we had in front of us. I needed them to hear it clearly so there was no room for “accidents” later:
– Just the massages and soft touches. No talking to my girlfriend yet. We just feel it out and see if there’s actually a spark there beyond the fantasy.
– We go all the way, just once. We treat it as a secret trial to see if the reality is worth the risk of telling her afterward.
– I tell my girlfriend I want to try a threesome with another couple. If she says yes, you guys become that couple and I never have to explain the details.
– I tell her the full, absolute truth before a single finger touches anyone.
We started drinking. The room got quiet and the air felt thick. My mind was racing replaying every word she just said, picturing her laid out on a massage table with oil on her skin, wondering how those soft curves would feel under my hands, how her gray eyes would look when she finally stopped being so nervous. I bet they were thinking the exact same thing.
After a while he said, “I can go out for a bit if you guys want to sit alone.”
She grabbed his hand fast and said, “No.”
I looked at her. “Are you sure you want to do the whole thing?”
She nodded. “Yes, I’m just nervous right now.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m nervous too. Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” she said quickly. “It’s still too early.”
So we stayed. We didn’t talk much after that, but I couldn’t stop looking at her. She’s so quiet, so normal anyone who knows her would never guess she gets off to the idea of me fucking her while her husband watches. But the longer I stared, the more I saw it that shy smile, the way her tits moved when she shifted on the couch, the soft curve of her hips in those jeans. She might be shy now, but I could already tell once she feels safe she’s going to be the kind of woman who lets go completely. That thought made my cock throb.
They hugged on the couch. He started massaging her shoulders, then his fingers brushed her ears, slow and gentle. She started to relax, leaning into him a little. Every so often he’d glance at me, checking if I was watching. I was. I stole long looks at her watching her chest rise and fall, the way her lips parted when she breathed deeper. The whole room was dead silent, but we were all horny as fuck inside. You could feel it.
Eventually I stood up. “Okay guys, I should head out. I’m good with any of the options if you are. Just tell me and we can meet up middle of the week or next Friday.” I added, “And I gave you permission to keep involving me in your roleplays.”
She actually laughed a little first real smile all night. “Thanks.”
I left alone. The whole drive home my cock stayed half-hard, pressing against my jeans. I kept thinking about turning around, going back, and seeing if they were already fucking each other just from the tension we’d built. But I kept driving.
I still don’t know which option we’re actually going to pick, but something’s definitely going to happen now. My stomach is in knots and my dick is already on board. I’ll probably update whenever it actually goes down.
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