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Ruin the Friendship - S.O.S.

(Chapter 1 / 3)

Armin x Reader x Eren

Word Count: 4.0k

Warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex

Summary: Reader is horny and desperate and her normal sneaky link is not picking up his phone. She almost gave up, but right when she decided to go to bed unsatisfied - a beautiful call came through from her personal superhero. Armin was not her first choice and she had never seen him in such a sexual light, but damn, how quickly that would all change. Maybe Eren finally has a worthy opponent in the competition of Reader's heart - or rather the competition of what's between her legs.

Notes: I posted this on my Ao3 first, but I thought I’d post it here too. So, please enjoy!

The ringing seemed to be echoing throughout the entire room. With each second of the unanswered call, you felt your heart rate accelerate in your chest. Your confidence was slowly dissipating from your body as you waited for the boy on the other end of the phone to finally answer the waiting call.

But, nothing.

At least the ringing stopped, but now the echoes of Eren’s voicemail message was vibrating throughout the entire room. You’re sure he’s not sorry he missed the call, and you were even more sure he wouldn’t give you a call back later. Now, he asked you to leave a voicemail for him.

What would you say in the voicemail if you had the confidence to leave one? Would you tell him the truth of why you were calling him at 11 PM on a Saturday night? How would that even sound?

Hey, Eren. Uh, it’s me again. Just ignore the other missed calls, I’m just super lonely. And, I tried texting you, but I’m assuming you’re with another girl or you’re at another frat party tonight. Anyways, I just thought I should let you know that my vibrator broke and now I’m horny and too drunk to go buy a new one. Honestly, if you have the time, please just come by my apartment and blow my back out. Thanks. Call me back later. ‘Cya.

He would get that damn message printed out and framed if you ever left that voicemail for him. He would never let you forget the desperation and neediness in your voice with each word you left for him. He would play it on repeat every night when he was by himself and just as horny, thinking to himself about how good he makes you feel.

If you left that voicemail for him, you would definitely lose the game. The game of sleeping with each other until the other confesses that they have real feelings for the other. He would take your words as your secret love confession for him, and he would win. You couldn’t let that happen, even if it killed you.

You ended the call before the beep, denying yourself the embarrassment of leaving a needy voicemail. You looked at your phone, scrolling through your endless contacts of other people who would drop everything to come over and fuck you. But, no matter what name your mind decided on, they all couldn’t compare to Eren. That was the only downside of having the best sex of your life with one person, because then you’ve peaked and there’s no longer the option of going back to anyone else.

You slammed your phone into the couch cushion beside you and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. You skipped through movies in one hand and brought the entire wine bottle to your mouth with the other. Getting wine drunk was fine on a Saturday night, as long as it wasn’t getting in the way of your education. Because, honestly, you could be way worse.

Your phone vibrated beside you, and you nearly dropped the glass bottle in excitement. You grabbed your phone and took in the sight of the caller on your lockscreen.

Armin.

He wasn’t exactly who you were hoping for, but he wasn’t the worst choice.

“Hey,” You sang the word out, trying to hide the obvious slur to your words.

“Hi,” Armin said shortly, “Are you drunk?”

Of course, Armin couldn’t be fooled, no matter how smart you thought the plan was.

“No,” You lied.

“Are you lying?” You could hear Armin’s smirk with his words.

“No,” You lied again.

“You’re so drunk.” Armin laughed, and you were glad he found amusement and not annoyance in your state.

“Sorry,” You said slowly, “I’m just bored and lonely and the wine bottle was calling my name.”

Armin smiled, “I think it was saying, please don’t drink me. Your friend is going to call you later about the group assignment and it would suck if you were drunk.”

Your head hurt from realization, and you furrowed your eyebrows in pain. You forgot about Armin scheduling tonight for time to work on the group assignment for Psych 101. In your defense, he had told you about it on Monday, and never reminded you throughout the week.

“Oh my god,” You said, disappointment obvious in your voice, “I’m so sorry, I forgot about that. I would have ignored the luring song of the wine if I remembered.”

“It’s fine,” Armin said, “Are you sober enough that we can still work on it?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Armin began to tangent, and you couldn’t help but drift off mentally. He went on and on about Piaget and Freud and whoever else came to his mind in his rant. You were hardly paying attention, it was like purely listening to a psychology lecture - the one thing more boring than being in psychology class.

“So,” Armin finally ended his rant, “You agree?”

“Uh,” You said as you looked into the wine bottle, assessing how much was left, “Sure.”

Armin perched his eyebrows, “I also think we should smother all children with pillows, do you agree with that as well?”

You took a quick swig and said, “Uh-huh.”

“Pay attention to me,” Armin whined from the other end of the phone, “This is important. It’s 15% of our final grade.”

You rolled your eyes and threw your body back on the couch in annoyance. You didn’t answer Armin’s call because you wanted to talk about boring old men. Instead, you answered his call in the small hope of possibly solving your main problem at the time.

You turned on your side and sat in a fetus position, “Can we just talk about this tomorrow?”

Armin sighed, “You said you weren’t too drunk to work on this assignment right now.”

“Let’s just work on this tomorrow,” You bargained, “You can come over to my apartment and we can stay up until 2 AM working on it.”

“Just don’t be drunk tomorrow, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, “The problem is hardly that I’m drunk.”

Armin was now intrigued, “What do you mean?”

You didn’t want to get into it with him, even though that was the main reason you answered the phone. You didn’t want to ruin the innocence that hung around this boy by being too blunt. Whether or not he was all that innocent, you were unsure. But, he just reminded you of a small Catholic boy who didn’t know women had different genitals than himself for all twenty years of his life.

The more you talked with the boy, the more you hated that initial desire in you. The desire that convinced you to answer the phone and hope for a satisfying conversation. The same desire that almost hoped he would come over tomorrow so you could teach him about a woman’s genitals. It was the same desire that kept you on the phone with him right now.

“Well,” You said, “I tried calling Eren, but he wouldn’t answer.”

He knew the implication of your words, the entire group knew the implication of those words. You and Eren weren’t sly, and you especially weren’t shy around the topic. Eren had talked to all of his friends about you, and you talked to all of your friends about him. So, Armin heard both sides of the story of you and Eren.

“Oh,” Armin said shortly, “I think he went back home this weekend, so that makes sense why he didn’t answer. I wouldn’t take it personally if I were you.”

“He never told me that.” You brought the wine bottle back to your lips and took another swig. “He left yesterday?”

“Yeah, right after his last class of the day.”

You nodded and took longer gulps of the wine out of a sudden new wave of sadness. You didn’t mind Eren leaving, that’s not why you were upset. You hated that he didn’t tell you, that he felt like he couldn’t trust you. You just hated the idea of ruining your friendship with the boy because he’d seen you naked frequently. And, you supposed that that was the only downside to sleeping with your best friend.

“Well,” You said, putting the wine bottom on the table and out of reach, “Now, I’m really screwed.” You smiled to yourself. “Or, I guess I’m not screwed and that’s the problem.”

Armin giggled awkwardly on the other end of the phone, “Why don’t you just - you know?”

“I don’t think I do know.” You smiled mischievously at the coffee table. “Why don’t I just what?”

Armin sighed, “Masturbate.”

“Is that a demand?” You couldn’t hide the seduction in your voice.

“No, no, no,” Armin said quickly and you could nearly hear how his cheeks flushed, “I was just asking, genuinely, why don’t you masturbate?”

“My vibrator broke.” You glanced angrily at the bright pink bullet on the coffee table. “And, every time I watch porn and only use my fingers, I can’t orgasm. It’s like I need to feel something real, and porn just seems too fake.”

Armin nodded silently as your words flooded over him. He couldn’t help the uncomfortability he felt in his pants to your blunt explanation. You normally told him about your sexual adventures that already happened, not sexual problems that he could easily solve. He’s always been a people-pleaser, so of course he’s going to want to help you in your time of need.

“Mhm,” He said quietly, thinking of ways to help you without being blunt himself.

“Sorry,” You said, “I shouldn’t have told you all of that. I know how weird you get when people talk about sex.”

“I don’t get weird!” His voice is quickly defensive, it’s adorable.

You grinned, “You’re doing it right now.”

“No, I’m not.” Armin shifts uncomfortably on his bed.

“Are you a virgin?” The question came out before you could stop it. It was something you had always wondered about him, and the wine in your bloodstream was acting as your liquid courage.

“I don’t wanna talk about this,” Armin said timidly.

“So, you are-”

“I’m not!”

“You’re not?” You knew the answer to the question was either yes or no, but for some reason, you weren’t expecting no.

Armin sighed, “I’ve had sex before.”

You grinned evilly, “Your hand doesn’t count.”

“I’ve had sex with more than just my hand.” The hints of emotions in his voice was complex, it was the perfect mix of annoyance yet arousal.

You moved back up on the couch, sitting on your knees and pushing your legs together. You had had plenty of cat-and-mouse games with Eren, but this was the first time you were the cat. You liked teasing Armin and feeling a certain power in the situation.

“Do you watch porn?” You asked, your voice attempting uninterest.

“Sometimes,” Armin answers slowly.

“What do you mean by sometimes?” You pushed your thighs even closer together.

Armin shifted some more on his bed, “Sometimes, I just use my imagination.”

You smirked into the phone, your heart racing, “What do you like to imagine?”

“Just, stuff.” His voice may have sounded closed off, but you could hear the tint of teasing in his words. Like he was a siren luring you forward with his song.

And, you couldn’t help but take the bait.

“What kind of stuff?”

“People,” Armin said after a moment of contemplation, “Doing things.”

“Well,” You said with a grin, “Aren’t you the King of Discretion?”

Armin breathed a chuckle through the phone, “I’m not trying to be. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, you won’t.” You traced your fingers back and forth against your bare thigh. “Do you ever think of me?”

You could almost hear the shattering of Armin’s composure. For every moment he was silent, you felt a mix of regret and curiosity. You regretted asking the question so quickly, but you felt curious about his answer nonetheless. So, you stayed on the phone instead of running from your mistakes.

Armin closed his eyes, “Sometimes.”

Your regret dissipated with that one word, “What do I do in your fantasies?”

“Things,” He started but after you stayed quiet, he continued, “Do you really want me to answer that question?”

You smiled, “Yes, and don’t be discreet.”

Silence settled between you and Armin on the phone. You knew this was a rather large step to take in your friendship, and after tonight, it could be ruined forever. But, you didn’t mind ruining this friendship if he didn’t mind as well.

Armin closed his eyes in order to properly see the memories of his fantasies. He imagined a lot of different things, specifically with you. You’d always been so open with him about your sexuality and sex in general. That’s something he’s always noticed and he’s always been comfortable with you because of it.

“Well,” Armin said, relaying the information of his fantasies, “I imagine sitting with you on your bed. We’re usually working on homework of some kind, but the homework gets boring. You put your hand on my thigh and when I look up at you, you’re grinning at me.”

“Mhm,” You said as your fingers slipped under your sleep shorts. Your fingertips brushed delicately over your heartbeat from in between your legs. You tried to get more information from the boy, “Are these fantasies always so innocent?”

Armin’s cheeks flushed as his hand came up to his growing erection. He couldn’t help his physical interest in the conversation considering the seduction in your voice. He wondered if you always sounded like this towards him, or the hints of seduction he was picking up on was new.

“No,” Armin says shortly, “They usually start innocently, though.”

“Well.” You grinned to yourself. “Aren’t you a romantic?”

Armin breathed out a laugh, “Do you want me to continue?”

You nodded your head, “Definitely.”

Armin took a deep breath before continuing, “After you grin at me, we start kissing. Our kissing only progresses until you’re sitting on top of me on the bed and I’m looking up at you. And, you lean down and whisper in my ear some sweet nothings-”

“Like what?” You asked quickly, “What do I say?”

“Just, things.”

You traced your fingers across the slick that had soaked through the fabric of your panties, “What kind of sick things do I call you in your head? Do I call you daddy?”

Armin’s thigh twitched at the sound of that nickname. You had never called him that before in his head, but he made sure to keep it in mind for next time. He made sure to remember the exact way you said the word, like it rolled itself up from where it was hiding down your throat.

“Well, no.” Armin shifted his hips into the sad empty air. “You normally call me sir.”

Your eyebrows rose at that, “Oh, really? You like being in control?”

“I like being wanted.” There’s a moment of silence. “And, being in control makes me feel wanted.”

“Do I make you feel wanted?” Armin didn’t answer, he instead shifted again on his bed. “Do you want me to make you feel wanted?”

His voice came out as a weak whisper, “You can.”

Hearing his desperation for something as mundane as your voice was arousing. It was something he heard on a day-to-day basis, something others couldn’t recognize in a dark room. But, it was all Armin needed to be turned on. You wondered inwardly how many times your voice itself had turned him on before.

You wondered how many times you had been with Armin, whether with others or not, and he found himself getting aroused by your voice. You wondered how many times you had asked him how his day was, or even called him by an endearing nickname and he found himself getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.

“‘Can do what, sir?” Your seductive voice echoed through the phone and Armin groaned deep in his throat from the nickname. He had imagined the sexual scenario loads of times, he had imagined you whispering that one word sensually in his ear loads of times. But, nothing prepared him for the sound of it being real.

“Make me feel wanted.” Armin palmed himself through his sweats.

You were unsure why you were keeping up with this teasing game, but you knew you were going to end it quite soon. It wasn’t your fault you just couldn’t hold out much longer.

“And, why should I?” You whispered the question through the phone, needing his desperation.

“Because I want you,” Armin’s voice cracked with the words, “I want you so bad, it hurts.”

It was all you needed to hear. You pushed your fingers into your opened entrance, moaning loud enough for Armin to hear through the phone. He knew what you were doing, what you were leading him towards, and he couldn’t hold back much longer.

You heard his whiny moans in your ear as he touched himself now under the fabric of his sweats. He pumped his cock at the same rate that you pushed your fingers in and out of your entrance, using the collected slick from the conversation. To feed even farther into this fantasy of his, in order to show Armin how badly you needed him, you knew you had to become submissive.

“Armin,” You moaned, “I wish you were here.”

“Why?” His voice came out sterner than you were expecting, the switch of power dynamics causing a surge of confidence within him.

“I want you in me. I want your big cock to fill me up.”

Armin groaned as he stroked his cock, imagining his hand were yours instead. He could hear every moan you let escape your mouth, and he could hear the lewd noises from the squelching of your pussy. He imagined how your fingers stroked in and out of yourself, thinking of him as he was thinking of you. He had imagined you loads of times, but never have you imagined him back.

You let your head fall back onto the back of the couch, the phone pressed so close to your ear that it dully hurt. You didn’t want to miss a single moan, a single body shift, and a single hitch in the breaths that Armin took into the phone. Every single sound through the phone opened up your mind’s eye for what Armin looked like on the other side.

Your phone vibrated against your cheek, but you barely felt it being so deep in the moment. You could hear little whines from Armin’s side of the call, each of his breaths being a desperate moan of you feel so good and oh my god. You felt your stomach growing tight from the pressure of your climax and his whines only made the pressure grow tighter.

“Armin,” You breathed through the phone, “Are you close?”

He nodded, “Yes, yes-” He groaned- “I’m gonna-”

“Do it,” You said sternly, “And say my name while you do.”

Armin nodded some more, quickly stroking himself to climax. He liked being in control in his fantasies, but in reality, he liked the blatant control you took over him. It was against everything he thought he knew about himself, but he couldn’t think of anything sexier.

Armin came in one long groan of your name, ejaculating on the inside fabric of his boxers and sweats. The sound was sweet and drawn out, dripping with satisfaction. It sounded genuine and real, exactly what you needed.

You felt yourself clench around your fingers before releasing on your hand as you called out for Armin one last time. The slick ran down your hand, on your fingers, palm, and down your wrist. You brought your hand from your sleep shorts, quickly wiping the wetness on your t-shirt. It was gross, sure, but it was your shirt and you were home alone and damn it, you could just take the shirt off and wash it in a few minutes.

There was a new silence settling between you and Armin on the call. You could hear him still breathing heavily, and you sounded the exact same. You just looked around your living room, wanting to say something, but not wanting it to be awkward.

“So,” You said after a long moment of heavy breathing, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Armin closed his eyes from embarrassment. “You’re welcome and uh- thank you too. And-and, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

You grinned, “Yeah, you can come to my apartment and we’ll work on our project.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

Armin took a quick breath, “Goodbye?”

“Bye.”

“Oh, and-” Armin started, but was quickly cut off by the sound of the call ending. He had ended the whole experience so well, you didn’t want to give him the chance to ruin that. You didn’t want to give him the time to be stupid and vulnerable and emotionally needy.

You weren’t doing this for a boyfriend, you were doing this for an orgasm.

You locked your phone and left it on the couch as you walked back to your room. Your fingers had fucked the sobriety back into you, and your head now pounded from dehydration. You walked around your bedroom, grabbing a towel, new shirt, new shorts, and a new pair of panties and then headed off towards the shower.

You showered, washing yourself of the wetness between your thighs and the memories of Armin’s moans from your mind. They repeated themselves in your head, each whine more desperate than the last. Just the memories of his whiny voice calling out for you made your core throb between your legs until you forced the memories deep, deep down.

After the shower, you changed into your clean clothes and headed back to the living room. You sat down in the same spot you had orgasmed only half an hour ago. You grabbed your phone, thinking of the slight vibration against your cheek in the peak of the call with Armin.

You checked your unread notifications. You saw a waiting text message from Eren and you felt your stomach tense with nerves. It wasn’t cheating - you weren’t dating Eren - but it did make you feel weird having phone sex with his best friend. You had wanted Eren, thinking nothing was better than him, but you found his desperate best friend and went with that route instead.

Eren’s text message read, You called?

You texted back, I don’t need you anymore.

Your message came off as passive aggressive. It was a certain dominance you never had with Eren, but the same dominance that came out in your conversation with Armin. It was strange how quickly you could mold yourself to become what your partner wanted or was used to.

Eren answered a minute later, Oh, really?

You smiled at your screen as you responded, You’ve been replaced, sorry.

The message was read immediately, but a response never came through. Eren left your conversation, ignoring you had said anything at all. It wasn’t like Eren to be easily upset or jealous, so you were sure he only got busy and couldn’t respond at the moment.

You turned away from your phone, looking around the small living room. Armin was coming over here tomorrow, for sure - unless he bailed at the last minute which wasn’t like him. You wondered if you should clean the apartment for him.

What were you thinking? Armin was desperate for you, he’d take you on the floor of a never-before discovered cave from Egyptian times. He would take you in the middle of a sand storm or while you were both drowning in the middle of the ocean. Armin couldn’t care less about what your apartment looked like when you were there - especially if you were there naked.

Not only was he inhumanly horny, but he could bring you to climax only by the sound of his panty breaths and moans of your name. Truly, your friendship with Armin was a huge win-win situation.

Your eyes suddenly moved to the bright pink bullet still sitting prettily on your coffee table. Two hours ago, you were sure you were going to go to bed unsatisfied and horny, but Armin came through as your personal superhero. You may have ruined a friendship, but at least you were going to bed satisfied. You’d ruin anything for a good orgasm.

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Festival Friends

Music Festival Friends

You know how at music festivals you get to enjoy some groups you love and sample some groups you would’ve never considered? Let’s start there.

Ray was a friend from work who was a mutual fan of “Band Name Here.” (I’m going to keep real names out of this tale because I don’t want to poison the well.) When the “Americana Pop Countryfest” announced their tour dates, the next work day I tracked Ray down and told him about the show. “Band Name Here” or BNH, wasn’t the headliner. The top act was Country Music Legend Who Always Delivers.

 Ray was thrilled, “That line-up is awesome! Jennifer and I were hoping they would do a show in the area but walking distance?!”

“That’s Right! You guys live right there! Do you want to get seats together?”

This was a bit impulsive on my part because I’d only met Jennifer when Ray had dragged her along on work get-togethers. I really didn’t know either of them very well. Ray was a cool guy, hard worker, good looking and funny to talk to. Jennifer was in finance, super attractive petite redhead, and she liked to do shots. They both were fans of BNH so we had that in common.

I liked them but I didn’t know them well. And committing to a 7-hour festival show…well I immediately felt like ‘what the hell am I saying?’ But Ray was like, “Man, let me run it by Jen. I think the call we need to make now is ‘do we spring for pavilion or chill on the lawn.’ Let’s talk tonight.”

2 months later I was ringing in to the call box at Ray and Jen’s parking garage. We got pavilion seats because of the brutal Texas sun and had agreed that I should park at their place. We would pre-game at their apartment and take an Uber to the show. Jen buzzed me in and met me at the door. She was wearing short cut offs, a checked shirt tied up to show her flat belly, and hiking boots. She looked like mini-ginger-Daisy Duke and she made some joke to that effect while we went inside. As I followed her upstairs trying not to stare at that little bubble butt I thought, “Ray is a lucky man.”

When we got to the apartment Ray was on the balcony. “Jerry, put that beer in the fridge and step right up for a bong hit!” I really liked the way this was going. We smoked, chatted, drank some beer.

“Are you sure its ok if I crash on your sofa? I’m not sure if I’ll have to. But I had to swear I wouldn’t drive back to the burbs if I was buzzed after the show.” My wife has no physical or romantic interest in me. But for some reason she wants me to stay alive and out of jail.

“Sure dude. Right Jen?”

“If your wife doesn’t want to have any fun at least she’s letting you live a little. Relax and enjoy yourself. Mi sofa es tu sofa! But I won’t make any promises about breakfast.” Jen did seem to have a carefree attitude every other occasion we had met up with co-workers.

“Jerry, Bro, we’re going to see BNH! Let’s get going.” Ray ordered the Uber and we were off.

The show far surpassed all of our expectations. Several of the afternoon acts were upbeat and got us amped up for the headliners. It was a long day but excellent music with great company.

Jen was totally cool and outrageously attractive. She and Ray were very affectionate but not in a way that was annoying. It was actually pleasant to see two people who clearly loved and desired each other.

One of the groups was kinda hip-hop and Jen started twerking. “Come on boys! I want to see you working those asses!” So Ray and I obliged the lady. First she stepped up behind Ray and started grinding and smacking his ass. I struggled to contain my excitement as she pressed up against my ass next and started grinding. We all started laughing which was a good thing. Lots of guys would’ve freaked seeing their wives grinding their friend’s ass, but Ray and Jen were too fun for that foolishness. The bands were great. But we were all really enjoying the breaks between acts as well. Between the food trucks and overpriced beer, I was getting to know them. And I liked them a lot.

Country Music Legend closed out the festival in excellent form after an amazing (far too short) set by BHM. And we started the walk back to their apartment. It was less than a mile through an entertainment district that was already busy with the regular Saturday night crowd.

The first bar we came to Jen ran up ahead to the door. “Come on boys. I’m sick of giant beers. Time for some shots!”

She insisted we start with Patron. We paid up and continued our trek until we reached another decent looking bar. “You know. You don’t start with the best and work your way down to junk. I think we better just stick with Patron.” Neither Ray or I could argue with Jen’s logic.

And so began our pub crawl. We did manage to get some heavy apps and water in at couple of places along the way. But eventually we were across the street from their building.

Ray said, “We could get another round but we do have alcohol that’s already paid for upstairs.”

“And WEED! You don’t fool me for a minute,” said Jen. We all laughed. We had all hit a joint someone passed down the aisle during Country Music Legend but that was just a puff.

So we settled up and went upstairs.

While Ray and I smoked-out on the balcony Jen said she wanted to rinse the dust off. She wasn’t gone long, and walked out wearing the same clothes but minus the hiking boots.

I thought it was odd she hadn’t just put on a tee shirt and sweats. But I was glad she hadn’t because her outfit had me hot and bothered all day long. She didn’t tie up the blouse but she did button it low enough to see that she had ditched the bra now. Her breasts were amazing and natural. I felt my dick twinge as she walked out with beers for us and gave Ray a peck on the cheek. Ray is a lucky, LUCKY, man.

We were feeling a little cooked. Ray and I left our shoes on the balcony to air out. Then went inside and sat on the sofa that would eventually be my bed for the night. Jen sat in the middle of us and we laughed and talked for a while. Then I remembered I had shot some video of BNH on my phone. I pulled it up and we started watching it. Ray grabbed the other end of the phone and we held it out in front of Jen while we were watching.

“Man they were ON tonight! It just got over too soon.” Said Ray.

Jen said, “Jerry, this video is really good. Usually its too shaky to watch but this is solid as a rock.” At this point we were all leaning forward, Ray and I were holding the phone by each end, with Jen sandwiched between. I could see right down her shirt and her leg was against mine. I was trying to focus on the video or else my dick would be solid as a rock.

We watched several videos and Ray and I were nerding out over how great BNH is. Jen was enjoying it but clearly we were being goofy and she was in the middle of it.

At that point, Jen sprang up from the sofa and said, “You boys are high and you’re out of beer.

I’ll be right back.” And stalked off to the kitchen. Ray and I leaned into the gap that Jen left and we continued to watch the video of BNH on my phone. “I can’t believe that turned out so good. You should post it on YouTube.”

“I just don’t see why BNH isn’t more popular. Their music is just great.” I was feeling like a fanboy and was little embarrassed. But Ray was all in and so was Jen. I was really enjoying getting to know them and liking everything that was happening. Sure the weed didn’t hurt but it felt really good being around fun, likeminded people. Everything was really cool, then…

Ray and I both looked up from my phone as Jennifer walked out of the kitchen buck naked carrying 2 beers.

“I hope this doesn’t bother you, but I’ve had enough of those clothes.”

As she walked over to us my jaw dropped. She was spectacular. Jen handed us both beers and plopped down on the sofa to my right. My mouth was wide open as I tried to stare at my beer.

“Ray, you’re a lucky man…”

Ray and Jen both started cracking up! I took one last look at my beer, tilted it to my mouth, and drank every last drop.

“Jerry! Now I’ve got to get you another one!” and she bounded off to the kitchen. Her firm little butt bouncing a little bit.

“I am a lucky man. And you are a lucky man too. Jen told me she wants play with you.

She wants to ‘share with you.’”

I paused for a second, then I laughed nervously, “You guys almost got me.”

Ray laughed and said, “Just so long as everyone is having fun. No judgment, no pressure.”

 And as she walked into the room with another beer she was nodding her head. “Ray wants me to have anything I want. And I want both of you boys tonight.

Is that ok with you?”

Ray said, “Look man, do you think I could say no to my hot little Jennifer? I’m just saying we’re both safe. We’re all adults. Just don’t give my wife any cooties.”

“Oh no, no one has touched me for years. Not even my wife!” I laughed but Ray knew that my marriage was sexless and that it was more like a business arrangement.

She leaned over and kissed me sweetly on lips. I was in shock. I had an erection that was pressing against my zipper and my friends naked beautiful wife was kissing me while he was sitting 3 inches away.

“Jerry…Its ok. Let’s do what she wants.”

I broke the kiss with Jen and looked at Ray. He was totally cool. Jen kneeled down in front of me and started unzipping my jeans. Ray and I both watched as she pulled out my hard cock through the fly. I could see he was hard too and we were both breathing hard.

Jennifer started sucking my cock. Licking up from the base and circling the tip with her tongue. Placing the tip into her mouth and slowly starting to bob up and down. It made me harder as I watched her. Ray was watching her too. After a moment I looked over at Ray and he turned and looked me in the face at the same time. He smiled and looked back down at his beautiful wife sucking my dick.

Then something happened that I will never forget. I reached over and put my hand on Ray’s neck. I started to rub his neck and the back of his hair while he was staring down at Jen. With my right hand I started rubbing the back of Jen’s neck underneath her hair. She was sucking the tip of my cock like a popsicle slowly and sensuously. Occasionally looking up at me, at Ray, then bobbing up and down.

I looked at Ray and he looked at me again. Then I just gently pulled him by the neck. There was only a 5-inch gap between our faces. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply.

I’ve never kissed a man in my life. But it was somehow natural and simple.

And intense. I wanted to taste his mouth. I held him to me and we started kissing passionately. Jen looked up with my cock still in her mouth. She bobbed up and down twice and released my cock and stared for a moment at her husband and I French kissing.

Then she purred, “Oh baby. This is so hot.” And took the tip of my cock in her mouth again and started working her tongue again.

Ray and I started caressing each other while we kissed and I eventually said, “Can you get undressed for me too?”

Ray quietly and quickly stood up next to his kneeling wife and stripped. When he pulled down his boxers his erect penis sprung out. It was wet from pre-cum. It was amazing. I have never wanted to see another man naked before much less been attracted to a dick. Here was my friend Ray standing in front of me while his wife was sucking me beautifully. And I wanted his cock in my mouth.

It was at that point I decided to do what I wanted. I wanted this man and this woman to fuck my brains out. And I wanted to do the same for them. Whatever happened we were going to enjoy each other tonight.

Jen again pulled my mushroom out of her mouth and looked up at Ray and I. I looked her in the eyes as I placed my hand on Ray’s waist and pulled him towards me. I reached up with my right hand and slowly guided Ray’s cock into my mouth. I didn’t even think about it. I wanted it. I was hungry for it.

I took Ray’s cock into my mouth and slowly started to circle it with my tongue. Ray moaned and leaned forward across the sofa to give me a better angle. Jen watched kneeling on the floor between my legs as Ray straddled the sofa to put his delicious dick in my mouth.

Having never experienced a penis I was unsure of myself. In my left hand I had Ray’s firm buttock. I loved the feel of his hard shaft in my hand and spongy tip on my tongue. Jen watched me for a moment and started sucking me again. I started following her lead: what she did to me I did to him. We were all going slowly and deliberately as we were riding a wave of ecstasy. Ray put his hands on the back of my head, eventually bracing his hands on the back of the sofa and fucking my face.

Eventually my head started to spin and I had to stop and take a deep breath. I moved Ray’s cock out of my mouth. Jen knew how to keep me on the edge of coming and I was doing the same for Ray. We all paused and looked at each other. I broke the silence with a whisper, “Will you take my clothes off?”

Ray stepped down from the sofa and Jennifer stood up next to him. I silently stood in front of them. Jen pulled my shirt over my head and Ray pulled off my jeans and boxers. Jennifer folded my clothes and placed them on the side table.

The 3 of us were standing nude in a circle and we all moved in to embrace. I kissed Jennifer for the first time, her lips were soft and she tasted like my musk. I’m sure I tasted like Ray’s cock too. We kissed deep and long as Ray caressed us both. She and I started kissing Ray. One hand was on her tight little ass and the other was on Ray’s muscular butt. I could feel Ray’s dick pressing against me. We were both sticky with pre-cum. Jen opened her legs and pressed her dripping pussy against my leg.

My mind was racing. I’d never experienced such freedom and I wasn’t about to stop.

None of us were going to stop.

Jennifer broke our embrace, took us both by the hand, and led us to a giant ottoman. She pushed me back on it. She kneeled over me, kissed me, then sat up and guided my throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy. She was amazing. Her small frame started to move up and down on me.

Ray sat down next to my shoulder facing her, and started to kiss her while she was fucking me.

He worked his way down her neck to her breasts and licked her nipples as she grinded up and down. She paused for a moment and leaned down to kiss me with my dick still in her dripping wet cunt. Ray followed the movement of her body and started to kiss me too. I pulled him and her closer and we were kissing 3 ways again.

Then Ray stood up and walked behind Jennifer. He kneeled on the floor behind her and started kissing her ass. It wasn’t long before I could tell by her contractions on my dick that he was rimming her tightest hole. Her squeezing cunt on my cock was her only movement as we devoured each others tongues and mouth.

He stood up behind her and I felt Ray slide his hand down her stomach. He started working on her clit with my cock inside her. She started to squirm. The squirming quickly turned into her bucking and contracting. Somehow I managed not to cum but she was riding me hard and fast.

She screamed as she had her first orgasm and gushed on my cock and Ray’s fingers.

He then removed his hand and Jen collapsed on my chest. Ray kneeled behind Jen again and started to lick the bottom of my shaft and balls. I was soaking wet with Jen’s juices and Ray licked my balls clean, taking them one by one into his mouth.

Ray stood up between my legs and lifted Jen up and kissed her. I watched them kiss passionately for a moment. Then Jennifer giggled, and jumped on Ray where he stood and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and they started kissing. Ray eventually put his hands on her waist and she dropped her feet to the floor. He slowly lifted her and guided her pussy back onto my cock, but now facing away from me. Ray kneeled below her and started licking her clit and my dick as it slid in and out of her, and my balls again. My mind was spinning and then he lifted my legs up and started rimming my ass.

That was it for me. I grabbed Jen’s waist and positioned her so that I could penetrate her even deeper and started pounding. I wasn’t long before we were both cumming and dripping on Ray’s face. Eventually Jen climbed off and my cock fell out of her pussy. She turned and laid down on the ottoman beside me, hugging and kissing me. Ray didn’t skip a beat, and quickly pulled my softening dick into his mouth while she and I embraced and kissed in the afterglow.

I again gently grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him, I could taste our mixed juices in his mouth. Jen joined our kiss for a moment then we started taking turns kissing each other. We lied there on the ottoman for a few minutes. Softly kissing, caressing, and taking it all in. My body was tingling all over and I could tell they both had the same sensation. They were so beautiful.

A tear welled up in my eye and I broke the silence. “All I can say is ‘Thank you guys…’

I didn’t know… I didn’t know I could feel anything like that.”

They both hugged me a little tighter. Jen nuzzled my neck and said, “It’s ok baby. You give just a good as you take. Thank you for not freaking out.”

“Jerry, I swear we’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, we’ve talked about threesome fantasy stuff. But I never thought anything like this would happen. But I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” And I squeezed them both tighter around me.

Again it was Jen who sprung up and stood over us, still naked and beautiful but sticky and ruffled, “Break time is over! I’m not anywhere near to finished with you boys!” She flipped her red hair and bounced off to the kitchen again.

Ray and I we alone for a second lying there. My mind flashed for a second, ‘is this about to get awkward and weird?’ Ray was resting his head on my shoulder and caressing the hair on my chest. He broke the silence, “Bro, are you ok?”

I exhaled deeply, “I’m better than I have ever been.” It was true. Sexual pleasure and freedom had been missing from my life for so long. But this… this was beyond anything I could have conceived. I suppose I’m bi or something now. But it wasn’t even that, these two were unlocking something in me.

“Look Jerry, I’ve never done anything like this. I had your cock in my mouth and I loved it. Until tonight the kinkiest thing Jen and I have ever done was she fucked me with a strap-on, ONCE.

It was fun but we both thought it was just something we were doing on a dare with each other.”

“Ray, like you said, ‘No judgment and no pressure.’ I’ve never even thought of doing the stuff we’ve already done. I want to see this through.” And then we kissed.

We were lying there staring at the ceiling when Jen came in with a tray of tequila shots.

“Here’s the plan boys. Shots. Then we all get in the shower and get cleaned up. My goal is to have both of your beautiful cocks inside me at the same time tonight. If you would like to make some goals of your own, then by all means share them with the group!”

What happened next will have to be another chapter…

I volunteer as number 5, my position.

I just want to be railed by at least 5 men right now!

My idea of foreplay

How hot would it be to make out with your wife as another man is fucking her from behind? Only one way to find out