Years ago when I lived in the city, I stopped by a good friend’s apartment unannounced to watch a game I know he'd be watching on TV. He lived with his girlfriend who I also considered a good friend. After the game, she went out shopping. We hung out talking. 

When he went to the kitchen to get a couple beers, I shuffled through a box of VHS tapes that was under the coffee table. This was pre-internet days. I was surprised to find a porn flick amongst them. When he returned, I jokingly suggested that he might want to hide this before J. finds it. A little embarrassed, he laughed and said they bought it together on a lark one night while walking home from a bar when they passed by an adult store. 

I set it down on the coffee table and took a beer. I asked if they'd watched it. He said they’d watched about half of it before they got “distracted." 

I hadn’t been seeing anyone lately, and he turned the conversation to that depressing subject for awhile. I kept eyeing the images on the box of the video and wondered if I should ask to borrow it, but since I had two roommates, I didn't think I’d find a private moment to watch it. 

The phone rang, and he went to the kitchen to answer it. I decided to take opportunity put the tape in the machine. I rewound it and hit play. When he came back, I hit the stop button on the remote, and said I was just curious to see a bit of it "on a lark.” He said I should leave it on if I wanted, so I hit play again. 

We sat drinking our beers and making jokes about the film and the acting, but less and less as the minutes went by. I was getting harder and harder too. I feared it was getting somewhat obvious. I stole a glance at my friend. Same story. I started pushing down on my boner with the beer bottle - first to hide the fact, but it was also kind of stimulating. I couldn’t help it, and started to think about hitting the stop button. I finally said that he was fortunate to have a girlfriend, but that for me, this was getting a little torturous. 

He replied, “Hey, since we're watching this girl play with some guy’s cock, no reason you can’t play with yours… I mean, if you want to go at it, I don't care."

I was surprised he said that but, I was trying to figure out how to say something along those lines - not that I’d dared to - so I was glad he did. I was still nervous about it. 

Although I shower at the gym, I’m usually very modest about it. I’d never had an erection in front of anyone besides girlfriends and certainly not in front of another guy.

“You think I should "seize" the moment?” I joked.

“We’re watching porn. What else would you do?”

Still holding my beer, I undid my belt, unzipped my shorts and pull my cock out. 

I grasped on to my dick and pulled it over against my waist to be more discreet about it - if that was even possible to say in this situation - and started to rub it gently and slowly.

After a few minutes, my friend kicked off his shoes and slid his pants off.

“Might as well be comfortable,” he said with his dick sticking straight up. 

I did likewise, but just letting my shorts drop around my ankles. We both sat there masturbating to the porno.

“The acting seems better now,” I cracked as I massaged my cock against my thigh still trying to be “modest.”

I paused for a while between sex scenes and took a few gulps of beer. I wasn’t quite sure how this was all going to play out. I knew I’d have to cum, but wasn’t sure on the etiquette. Head into the bathroom and finish up there? 

At about this time I heard the back door open. J. was home!

“Oh, shit,” I said startled. 

I had thought she was gone for the day.

I rushed to pull up my shorts and was trying to shove my erection in so I could button up my shorts. My friend, startled at first, covered his dick with his hand and looked over his shoulder, but did not try to get dressed. J. would have to take a few steps through the kitchen before she’d see the back of the sofa and what was on TV. She’d have to come a little further to get the full picture of what was going on with us on the sofa. 

Still looking over his shoulder and not scrambling to dress, he called out, “Honey, M. and I are watching the videotape we bought last week. Don’t come in here if you’re feeling bashful,” and waited for a reply. 

“What?!” came the reply. 

It was mine too, but I didn’t say anything.

I heard her set a grocery bag down and put her keys on the counter. The video was still playing. 

My friend smiled at me nodding with approval and some glee. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. 

“No, no, it’s ok man,” he said in a hushed voice. “She’ll think this is very amusing." 

He waved his hand implying not to bother covering up. I paused and sank back into the sofa craning my head around towards the kitchen.

Before I could decide what to do, or even make sense of the situation, J. was walking into the living room area. Her facial expressions went rapidly from inquisitiveness, to shocked realization, to an awed surprise and a gloating smile. 

“Oh. My. God. I didn’t know guys did this! I mean, in front of other guys! Do they?”

“Well, you’re a lucky lady and have made a big discovery,” my friend replied.

My shorts were up, but my cock was still out, though I covered it with my hand. 

“Did you guys set this up to shock me?” she said, still smiling a checking us out.

I was thinking exactly the same thing only about them setting up me. 

“No, M. found the the tape and wanted to watch it, and well, it’s a porn, so…”

“You started masturbating,” she finished. 

The action on the TV was picking up again, and J. looked over at the screen as a big breasted girl peeled off her bra smiling and turning from side to side to shake them. 

“Well obviously there is still more to see here — especially for me,” she added looking at me. 

Not waiting for an answer, she crossed right in front of us between the sofa and the coffee table. As she passed by, she intentionally bumped my friend's knee and grabbed a beer off the table. As she passed me, she reached down and gave a little tug on the hem of my shorts. 

I looked at my friend. He was slowly stroking his cock.  J. sat down on a lounge chair to the left side of the coffee table. She took a big sip of beer and started watching the starlet on TV showing the stud her pussy.

I was nervous again. I wasn’t as hard as I had been. As I thought about it, there was no way this was a setup. My friend could not have known I was coming over or that I would pop in the tape. This made me relax a bit. This was just happening. I'd never even watched a porn with a girl before, and now I was far beyond that.

After a moment, I stood up.  J. took a little glance towards me, and as I dropped my shorts to the floor and sat back down, she turned back to the TV. I guess she wasn’t sure I was going to stay. 

I started watching the action on the screen again.  J. was on the chair to my left, and my friend to my right on the other end of the sofa.  He was only wearing a t-shirt, and J. was wearing capris and a tank top. He was jacking off while watching a guy on TV getting a blowjob. J. was watching too. I started stroking my cock slowly while watching the starlet's boobs rubbing the stud's cock.

I kept taking a glance over at J. She’d be watching the TV, but every time she sipped her beer, she’d look over at her boyfriend and me handling our cocks. A couple of times we made eye contact, and she would make exaggerated sexy faces like the starlet might. 

After the starlet had taken the studs load on those bouncing boobs, another meaningless setup for the next sex scene started up. At this point, my friend got up and went into the bathroom. I figured he was going to finish up in there, and I was a little disappointed that this was all winding down. I was getting a charge out of it. Just a couple seconds later, he was back, his boner leading the way and his hand massaging it. With his other hand, he tossed a tube of KY onto the sofa. 

“Oh you boys,” J. cooed. “You are making this so much more interesting!”

As he sat down, I stood up.

“I’m getting more beer, anyone else?” 

I walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah, bring a few out here,” my friend said.

As I got to fridge, J. walked in and came up beside me. With a hand on my back, she also reached into the fridge and pulled out some fruit juice. 

“I’m going to have a rum drink,” she said. “If I’m going to watch my two favorite guys masturbate on the sofa, I want something fancier than beer!”

“J., if someone had told me this morning, that I’d be standing next to you in your kitchen with no pants on sporting an erection and jerking-off to a porno, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

“I never would have thought you had this in you — either of you, actually.”

“I guess you’re not offended…”

“No way! I mean, I’m not going to join in, but since it’s my sofa and my movie, I think I deserve to watch!”

“That’s fair,” I answered as I head back to the living room.

I plunked down on the sofa and asked if I missed any of the plot. Eyeing the KY on the coffee table, I sat forward to grab it. Before opening it, I decided to take my shirt off. As I stood up to do this, J. rounded the corner with two bath towels. 

“Guys, sit on these, please,” she said tossing one to each of us. 

Sitting on the towel, now totally naked, I covered my cock with some of the KY jelly. It felt great and allowed me to glide my hand in long strokes without tugging. 

On the TV, a starlet was having her pussy licked by some stud while her girlfriend looked on fingering herself. 

“Looks like she’s having some fun with her fingers there,” my friend said obviously trying to coax J. into something.  

“She’s clearly more of an extrovert than I am — more like you guys. Besides, I don’t want to distract you.”

As we watched on, J. leaned to one side and focused more on watching her boyfriend and me on the sofa. I loved seeing her look at me, and I laid back into the sofa and shook my erection from the base. 

As another scene transitioned in the movie, I eased off my wanking and rested my hand around the base of my shaft and made slight squeezing motions and cupping my balls.

“How are you doing? J asked me. “Looks like you’re feeling pretty good.” 

“I am. How about you? Are you getting board with us?”

“She’s not bored. You can see her nipples are as hard as we are!” my friend said, then dodge a little pillow J. tossed at him. 

“Yeah, I’m getting my own sex show here. Maybe I should invite over some of my girlfriends, but I’m not sure if you guys would still be going by the time they got here.”

“You two are doing a great job," she continued, "It’s at least as exciting as this incredible drama we’re watching.”

Back on TV, a couple of naked starlets were feeling themselves up in front of a few guys at a club. 

J. looked over at her boyfriend, who returned her gaze. She started mimicking the starlets and ran her hands up her body and pushed her clothed boobs together, and laughed. 

“Here you go,” she said, “a little extra,” and she pulled her top off over her head. 

She repeated pushing her boobs around wearing just her bra. Sitting back in her chair, she picked up her drink and had another sip while eying her guy. Her hard nipples were evident through her lacy bra. 

My friend and I kept stroking while watching her. She took another sip and cupped her right boob with her hand and squeezed it while she ran the rim of her drink around her pursed lips.

“Baby, you’re distracting me!” my friend said sarcastically. 

I had to slow down a bit because I could feel the excitement starting to take over.

On TV one of the starlets was receiving another load on her tits. 

“You guys really like that kind of thing, don’t you?”

“Ooh yeah, I do,” I said with a bit of moan. 

I was at the point of no return and push my shoulders into the sofa. I knew in a moment I was going to come. As I breathed in, I realized that regardless of etiquette, I was going to come in front of my friends, and all over myself to boot. The feeling was intense. 

“Oh, go for it M.,” J. said watching me in her bra.

I took about a dozen more full fisted strokes of my cock. I felt the cum welling up. I pointed my dick back at myself. A stream of jizz shot on to my chest, and then over my shoulder hitting me in the jaw. The rest spurted out on my waist and oozed out over my cock and hand. My orgasm was enhanced with a feeling of uninhibited exhibitionism and relaxation that I’d never experienced before.

“Oh, I’m glad I gave you the towel!”

I slouched back taking deep breaths. I pulled on my still swollen cock with the tips of my fingers and thumb sliding around in the lube and cum. 

J. was rocking back and forth in the lounge chair pressing her hands together with her knees pulled up. She then made a few quick taps on the side of her jaw. 

“Oh,” I said and with my free hand wiped the cum off the side of my face.  

“How about you?” she said standing up and walking over to her boyfriend. 

He was still jerking off, and his eyes were following J. 

As she stepped in front of him, she pushed the coffee table back and sat on the edge of it. She pushed her breasts together and shook them. 

I was watching her too and pulling on my slippery cock which was still rock hard. She slid off the coffee table to her knees and arched her back and pressed her breasts together. My friend spread his knees apart and scooted to the edge of his seat. With a gasp, he shot a massive load of cum on her tits. Lines of cum ran down her breasts — some into her cleavage and some on to her bra and hands still holding her tits.

My friend fell back into the sofa exclaiming his pleasure. 

J. leaned over him and kissed him while wiping her hands on the towel. Drops of cum fell from her chest onto her boyfriend. She brushed more of it onto him with her hands and wiped them on his chest and then the towel. 

“Messy, messy,” she said looking at her breasts, and while walking back to the lounge chair, unclasped the bra and set it on the table while picking up her drink. 

“Well boys, isn’t the next soccer game on already?”

Slouched back in the sofa, my friend picked up the remote and switched from the porn tape to the game.

“Who’s playing,” she asked and took a sip of her rum drink.

Shifting in the lounge chair, she put one leg over the armrest and swiveled back and forth. She sat back. Her breasts looked fantastic. Her nipples were still hard, and I could still see gleams of where cum had been on her. 

For the next forty minutes, we watch the game just like anyone else would: cheering, criticizing, drinking, and talking during lulls in the action. The difference was J. was topless, my friend was only wearing a shirt, and I was naked. We all had traces of cum on us despite cleaning up a with the towels. 

At halftime, while my friend was in the bathroom, I found myself in the kitchen with J. again getting drinks and snacks. 

J. said, “If someone had told me this afternoon that I’d be watching  a soccer game half naked with two guys who just jacked off in front of me, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

“You did a little more than watch. I can tell you that I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never even been naked in front of someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, let alone jerking myself.” 

“Did you like it? Well, of course, you did,” she laughed, “I mean you guys were jerking off together when I got home.”

“Well, separately. But, yeah, there is something to doing that when someone else is there,” I tried to explain.

My friend walked into the kitchen and gave J. a peck on the cheek.

“We make a great couple, don’t we? I’m naked from the waist down, and she’s naked from the waist up,” he said standing just behind her and sliding his hands up her sides to her tits. 

He didn't get too far before she slapped his hands. 

“Well, I’m surprised to say this, but when J. ‘caught’ us, I was totally panicked, but for me, it was highly exciting that you stayed and observed.” I said. 

“Before this gets too philosophical - the games back on,” my friend said. 

When we got back to the living room, J. leaned over and set a bowl of pretzels down on the coffee table. 

“Boys, why don’t you get your clothes back on, OK?”

With a little disappointment that this experience was now ending, we did as she said. 

She left the room and latter we heard the shower running in the master bathroom. 

It was in about a half hour that she returned. Her hair was still a little wet, and she was combing it back as she walked. She was wearing a flowery sundress. 

“How’s the game?” she asked sitting back down in the lounge chair. “I’m glad you two could keep your clothes on.”

As we watched the game, J. sat in the chair swiveling it back-and-forth with her leg over the armrest. She had an elbow on the other armrest, and her hand hung over her breast with her fingertips just lightly touching her nipple. Her middle finger circled around it. She kept her eyes fixed on the TV. I couldn’t tell if she was teasing us or what, but it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

A few moments later I heard a slight sigh. Glancing over I saw her other hand resting on her thigh. As I watched, her hand slipped under the hem of the dress. Her other hand caressed and cupped the underside of her breast. 

The hand under her dress slid back up her thigh pulling the dress along with it and exposing it and a hint more!

My friend tapped me on the arm. I didn’t look his way but nodded. 

Her hand moved back down clearly sliding over her mound, but still obscured by the dress. Her back arched in the recliner, and I could see her hand moving under her dress. The other hand pulled on the neckline of her dress, and it slipped off her breasts one at a time under her gaze. Her shoulders lifted up, and her arms pushed her boobs up and together. 

I noticed she was wearing little chain necklace with a flower pennant that was now wedged in her cleavage until she eased her arms. 

She pulled the dress up over her midriff exposing her pussy and splayed out lips. Turning the chair around she gave us a full view of her breasts hanging out of the top of her dress and her legs spread with her had on the side of her bush. Her thumb started to rub her clit. 

“Sorry if I’m distracting you from your game,” she said while running two fingers up and down each side of her pussy lips.

She pulled her other knee onto the other armrest so I could see the bottoms of both her feet, and she slouched in the chair in a missionary-like position. With her legs spread wide, she started playing with her pussy outright. She would turn her head to the side ever now-and-then. 

At one point she reached in-between her legs with both hands and framed her swollen pussy and looked me in the eyes with a slight smile. She looked over at her boyfriend and placed an index finger over her pussy lips and then plunged it in. 

We both had raging boners, and my friend seemed to be readying to unleash hims from his pants. 

“Mm, Mm,” she hummed shaking her head “no,” and then slid her finger out and suck it quickly in her mouth, “You had your turn.”

Bringing her knees together and stretching her legs straight out, she sat up on the edge of the seat, at pulled the dress off over her head. 

She stood up and said, “I want you guys to make a round of rum drinks,” and walked towards the kitchen. We followed, or course. 

In the kitchen, she pulled a bar stool back form the counter and, took a seat with her feet up on the counter.

Wrapping her arms around her knees, she leaned forward and said, “Mine’s on the rocks.” 

My friend and I stood on the opposite side of the counter making the drinks. She leaned back and watched us, and then started talking.

“I didn’t go to the grocery store. That’s why I came home early. There’s nothing for dinner, so what do you say we go out somewhere tonight?”

We started talking about a place to go and new restaurants we’d heard about but hadn’t gone to yet. J. kept the conversation going as she sipped her fresh drink. Again it was all normal except J. was naked siting on the barstool with her feet on the counter. At one point she even spread her knees wide with her feet touching each other; exposing herself to us. She rested her drink on her thigh and with the other hand, ran her fingers lightly over her pussy. 

“Let’s enjoy the daylight,” she interrupted herself mid-sentence. 

She got up and instead of going to the living room, she walked across the kitchen to back door. This door led out to a wooden balcony with stairs that led down the four stories of the apartment building to a yard with a large tree. This tree mostly obscured the balcony form the neighbors. 

She sat in one of the low-slung patio chairs, and my friend and I followed suit.

We sat there talking, and I figured she’d decided just to hang out naked. But as my friend and I got back to talking, she quietly started to finger herself again. We paused and looked at her.

“You can keep talking,” she breathed, and she continued masturbating. 

We tried a sentence or two, but it went nowhere. Instead, we sat back with our drinks and watched J. go to work on herself.

Suddenly, I realized I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs, and they couldn’t be more than a floor or two down. 

“That’s E.,” J. said also having heard the sounds, “I called her earlier and told her we might be going out to dinner later tonight.”

She said all this while still rubbing herself and not missing a beat, but her voice was breathy. 

“Well, do you want to go inside?” said my friend. 

“Not yet honey,” replied J. still going. 

I knew E. fairly well by way of J. I felt a rush of embarrassment as

E. started to emerge up the stairs which was a little ironic. 

Before she was all the way up, she could see what was happening. Her face looked a little surprised, and she lips pursed together. 

“Hi E.,” J. said with a little laugh. 

“So you did decide to do it! You’re still doing it! Guess I’m early - or maybe just in time!” said E. as she made it to the balcony deck. 

My friend and I exchanged puzzled glances. I was a crazy situation, but on a day like this day, it was easy to roll with it all!

“I’ll just go get myself a drink.”

“You can have mine,” J. gasped nodding to her drink and now masturbating vigorously. 

She took the glass and sat in the last remaining chair directly across from J.

“You guys are getting a nice little performance!”

She took a sip, “I know that if two guys masturbated together for me, I’d return the favor too! Sorry, I missed it.” 

My friend and I looked at each other blushing. J. must have called her when she went up to take a shower. Again, all there was to do was roll with it.

J. reached down to her pussy with a second hand and opened herself up more. 

“Oh god,” she moaned. 

We all focused on J.'s naked body as she arched her back. Her hand moved in rapid circular motions over the top of her clit. I glanced at E. She was pressing the rum drink to her lips and watching intensely. 

“Ohh,” J. moaned and shuttered into an orgasm. 

She shook and jolted a few times as she recovered. 

We all took a few slips of our drinks. 

J., still a little breathless said, “E, did you decide where we should go for dinner?”

“Yes,” she answered, “but I think it’s ‘No shoes, no shirts, no service’.” 

-- To be continued...