As you read previously, my husband's best friend and college roommate, Glenn, stayed with us at our home in Aurora, Colorado during the summer of 2015. I had given birth to my first child, Amy, less than a month earlier, and was breast feeding her.
Soon after Glenn's arrival, I became aware that he had discovered some naked pictures of me that my husband, Chris, had taken when we were students at Penn State. While embarrassed, I was also flattered and somewhat aroused by the thought of this twenty one year old hunk looking at pictures of me naked, and possibly masturbating to them. My husband found the idea equally stimulating.
On Friday night, June 13, 2015, my life changed completely when my husband convinced me to breast feed our daughter in the living room while he and our house guest watched. It sounded innocent enough, but the sexual tension was unmistakable as I bared my breasts in front of these two men.
Subsequently, they convinced me to allow them to sample my breast milk. I sat there, my eyes closed, silently trying to stifle my moans, as my husband and his friend felt and sucked my milk engorged tits while I caressed their heads.
It was wicked, naughty and very sexy.
But things quickly got out of hand. That evening, Chris talked me into my first threesome where I was shared between these two gorgeous men and fucked soundly. After experiencing four earth shattering orgasms, I eventually fell asleep between my two lovers in our king sized bed.
Chris brought Amy to me around seven thirty in the morning. I was still in bed, exhausted from my night of debauchery; but Amy was alert, playful and hungry. Her beautiful face energized me. I sat up in the bed, pulled my nightshirt over my head and nursed her while Chris watched from a chair in the corner. I was wearing a pair of cotton bikini panties, and nothing else.
Chris broke the silence, "How are you feeling, baby?"
"Oh honey, my feelings are all over the place, really. I am embarrassed, ashamed, titillated, scared, aroused and anxious."
"I guess that pretty much covers the gamut. Talk to me, baby. Tell me what's on you mind right now," Chris encouraged.
"Chris, one moment I am shaking my head, shocked that I actually did those things last night; the next moment my pussy is dripping with excitement as I remember Glenn fucking me and making me cum. My emotions are all over the place. I keep thinking, where do we go from here? Glenn now thinks I am available, 24/7, every time he gets a hard-on. And why wouldn't he?"
"Jill, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I know that. You're missing the point. Everything changed last night. Glenn is living with us all summer. It's not like he's going home tomorrow. You need to tell me what I am allowed to do, and what is off base. What if you are not home and Glenn wants me? Do I tell him yes, or no? Was last night a one time deal, or am I available for your friend all summer?"
"What do you want to do, Jill?"
"Honestly? I am not one hundred percent sure. I'd be lying if I said I did not really enjoy taking you both last night. He's an attractive, virile, sexy young man. I find it flattering that he finds me so desirable. However, I am nervous about where this is headed." I flipped Amy over on her back and rubbed her tummy while I considered what to say next. She cooed up at me. "What do you want to see happen?"
"I liked seeing you give yourself to Glenn last night. I'd like it if this summer, for the next few months, you belonged to both of us," Chris revealed.
I looked at him with a concerned disbelief.
"Okay, but there is something else you should know."
"What is that?"
I took a deep breath before answering, "Glenn thinks he's in love with me. He said so last night, before you found us in the living room."
"Well, that's really not surprising. How could anyone not be in love with you after being inside that magnificent pussy of yours? Here is the million dollar question. How do you feel about him?" Chris's question caught me off guard. I did not expect it.
"I am not sure what you are asking me," I answered nervously.
"Let me ask what I really want to know. Am I at risk of losing you to him?"
"Oh god no! No honey! I belong to you, and only you," I reassured my husband. "I'm shocked that you would even ask that."
I was a little hurt that Chris questioned my commitment to him, but I did not want to dwell on that.
"Are you sure?"
I thought for a second, wanting to be open and truthful. "Okay, I will admit I am attracted to him, and I care for him. And I will confess, after the way he made me cum last night, there is a sort of emotional bond between us. However, I am your wife, no one else's. There is no chance of you losing me. I promise."
"Okay then, you are free to enjoy either of us, or both of us, as often and however you choose."
I sat silently for a second, then said, "We need to have a discussion with Glenn and establish some guidelines for the summer."
I shook my head and sighed at the absurdity of my present situation. For the next three months, I was going to be living with two handsome young men who were free to fuck me separately, or together as they so chose. I needed to get myself back on the pill quickly and not rely on my breast feeding to keep me from getting knocked up!
"Here, take care of Amy. I really need to take a bath and clean myself. After last night, I feel pretty gross now. Bring me a cup of coffee while I soak in the tub, okay?" I said as I handed Amy to my husband, and went to take my bath.
Ten minutes later, Chris brought me a cup of coffee which I sipped while soaking my tired body. I washed my parts thoroughly as I contemplated what the rest of the summer might entail.
Rules of engagement:
Glenn and Chris were watching ESPN in the family room when I emerged from my bath, squeaky clean and refreshed. I wore a pair of white daisy duke shorts that highlighted my long legs, and a red t-shirt, and my nursing bra. I considered going braless, but decided the risk of my breasts leaking was too great.
I glanced in the mirror on the door of the entryway closet as I passed by. I liked the way I looked with my long legs and swollen breasts.
Chris and Glenn were silently watching the screen when I entered the room. I wondered whether or not the guys felt awkward around each other after passing me back and forth last night?
"Guys, I think we need to have a discussion," I said, teeing up the conversation.
Chris grabbed the remote and muted the TV. "Okay, what do you want to discuss?"
"What the fuck do you think I want to talk about? The federal deficit? I'll bet you could figure out what I want to talk about if you really tried," I responded flippantly.
Glenn laughed out loud, "Buddy, I am pretty sure she doesn't really want to talk about the deficit."
"Okay, I'll hazard a guess...does it have anything to do with last night?" Chris responded playfully. Clearly he was trying to keep the mood light and upbeat.
"Yes, I think we should talk about last night...actually, no...I think we need to talk about the rest of the summer. In a moment of weakness, when my judgment was clouded by pure lust, I allowed us to do something that changed our entire relationships. This effects all three of us," I said.
"Oh don't blame yourself. After all, we are irresistible," Chris quipped.
"Chris! We all need to be serious for a few minutes."
"Okay, Jill. I'll try. What are your concerns?"
"I want to understand what each of us wants for the rest of the summer, and beyond. We need to understand what each of our boundaries are. Chris, I am your wife, and I want to be clear that you have veto power over anything I do, but I also want everyone to understand that each of us has veto power."
Chris and Glenn both nodded. Glenn remained silent. Chris asked, "what are you proposing?"
"Well, first I think we all need to acknowledge that this is a rather bizarre situation; one that none of our friends would understand, so we need to be discreet."
Both men said, "agreed," simultaneously, as if they had rehearsed their response.
Before I could continue, Chris interrupted me to get more clarification, "Jill, I know we need to be discreet and all, but I was hoping that, on occasion, Glenn and I could take you to dinner or to a bar across town, where no one knows us, and you'd be both of our date."
My husband certainly knew precisely what buttons to push. The thought of being in public with two dates was incredibly appealing. For a brief moment I imagined walking into a bar or restaurant holding hands with my two men. I imagined making it obvious to the other patrons that I belonged to both men, that both men would share me that night. I started to lubricate at this thought.
However, I was not prepared to share how much this thought appealed to me just yet.
"Perhaps we can go to dinner across town sometime. Let's figure out how we are going to behave in private before we start talking about taking the show public, okay?"
"Understood. But I do think it would be fun for Glenn and me to take you on some dates," Chris added.
"I think I'd like that too. We'll figure it out. Now back to the more pressing issue of how we are going to interact here at home. We all need to understand that we each need to have the right to say 'no' without hurting anyone's feelings."
Chris interrupted, "baby, that goes without saying."
"And we need to have some type of system to communicate when we are receptive to company, and when we are not," I added.
"Jill, I'm not sure I understand what you are saying?" my husband asked.
"Okay, there are times when Glenn might be welcome to join us, if he was so inclined, and there will be other times when I want to just enjoy making love to my husband. There I said it. And I do not want to impose on Glenn if he really does not want my company," I answered candidly.
"Knowing you the way I do, I suspect you already have a system in mind, correct?" Chris responded smugly.
I thought to myself, he thinks he's so fucking smart predicting my every action. But he was right, I did have an idea.
"Yes, I do. How about this? If our bedroom door is closed, we want privacy. If we leave it ajar, then Glenn is welcome to join us, if he has the inclination. Similarly, if Glenn's bedroom door is open, I will interpret that as an signal that I am welcome in his room. Does that work?"
"Sounds reasonable. Glenn, your thoughts?" Chris asked his friend.
"This sounds like an excellent plan," Glenn replied enthusiastically. "Chris would you help me take my bedroom door down off the hinges. I don't want to risk having it shut accidentally and missing an opportunity for a visit from your lovely bride."
I sighed, "Glenn, there may be a time when you are simply not in the mood."
"Not likely," Glenn laughed. "On a serious note, what about displays of affection outside the bedroom? I hope this is not just about sex?"
"Hmmmm. I had not considered that. I guess...wait let's back up for a minute. In answer to your last question, no, this is not just about sex. You are a dear friend, I do care for you, and I do have feelings for you. But like I told you last night, I belong to Chris, and I am in love with my husband. So you need to be careful not to get too attached, okay?"
"I understand completely. I am not trying to steal you or break up a marriage; not even close. Like I told you last night, I do care for you, and would want to show you that I care for you sometimes even if sex is not involved," Glenn explained.
I noticed he did not use the term love in front of Chris.
"Okay, as long as you are reading my body language appropriately, an occasional hug or kiss, or pat on the butt is okay."
Chris interrupted, "Jill, do you know what the difference between a Big Mac and a blowjob is?"
In a somewhat exasperated tone, I said, "Okay Chris, what is the difference between a Big Mac and a blowjob?"
Chris turned to Glenn and said, "We need to take this lady to lunch!"
I shook my head, and simply said, "I'm married to a twelve year old!"
"On a more serious note, Jill, would you allow Glenn and me to make love to you this afternoon while Amy takes her nap?"
I could not help but smile, "I suppose it is possible for you two arrested adolescents to seduce me this afternoon if you are really charming."
"Okay, then.