Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
SIMON
C onventions always take it out of me…but instead of going home and crashing with my wife, what am I doing? Following Rhodes and the rest of our crew into his apartment.
Luckily, we all live in the same complex, so if any of us ever get too rowdy, whoever was voted to stay moderately sober that night has to walk us home. Or we end up crashing on whoever is hosting's couch.
We’re getting too old for the couch shit…my back can’t handle another night of that.
Sloane went back to our place to get a head start on editing all of the photos she took of us at the convention today. I feel it was to appreciate my friends in their cosplay gear comfortably , away from the judgmental eyes at the convention.
Who can blame her, I openly ogle them all the time.
They’re hot.
She usually sits and reads off to the side when we’re gaming as it is, but she has a slight glee in her eyes when we part ways in the parking lot that gives her away. Her being a photographer couldn’t have worked out better for this little hobby I picked up randomly a year or so ago. I never thought there would be so much interest in some random man on the internet dressing up in gear from one of my favorite games, but here I am, making astronomical amounts of money from it. All while having the time of my life with my three best friends.
It’s cold as fuck here in Manitou Springs, tucked up in the mountains of Colorado. The end of January is some of the coldest weeks; tonight is nothing shy of that. As Rhodes pushes his door open, I’m on the verge of cheering when the heat hits my body as we walk into his apartment.
His cat comes straight towards me, weaving in and out of my legs. Rhodes goes straight to the kitchen to put out Rouge's wet food. Seeing that big man melt for that cat is something I never thought I would witness, but he rescued Rouge when he was a kitten last winter. And now that black cat runs this apartment like it’s his.
No one is complaining…he’s the cutest little thing.
While Rhodes is in the kitchen, Asher, Nyx, and I start setting up the living room to game. I flop down in the middle of the couch, and the two of them take a seat on either side of me. Rhodes has his massive gaming chair, which he always claims.
We start up the four-player mode of Call of Duty: Black Ops , and we all settle in for some fun. Our beers are cold and the shit-talking is ready to go.
Before any of us know it, it’s been at least an hour or two of playing. My phone lights up on the coffee table in front of us.
I see Sloane’s name pop up on the screen.
Sloane
The masks do it for me…
Incoming
*video attached*
Oh fuck.
In a split-second decision, I hit play on the video I know was sent to just me—but at the same time, she knew I was here gaming with the group…maybe she wants them to see, too?
Maybe I want them to see?
No, I know I want them to see, but does my wife?
The video plays and she’s all hot and bothered, pleasing herself and that gorgeous cunt between her legs, from what I can only imagine is the pictures of us that she’s editing.
The cunt that’s been all mine for the past three years.
We talk about opening our marriage often, but never end up going through with it. Not because either of us is unhappy with one another, but because both of us are bisexual. It only makes sense to be able to explore and eventually add to our perfect marriage. Why keep all the love we have to offer to just us? It just hasn’t been the right time…
But today looks to be the day.
I crank the volume up on my phone, hoping it gets the attention of my friends.
Friends who are all single at this point.
Nyx is the freshest out of a relationship. It’s been three months since she finally broke up with her most recent girlfriend, and fuck, was it a nasty breakup. We’ve all been taking turns ensuring she’s good, and she has been, thankfully. I think she realized quickly, once out of the relationship, how beyond toxic they were together.
I’ve never seen Asher with a partner. I have seen a booty call coming or going, but nothing serious for him. He’s so young, I would’ve been worried if he had previously been in a super-long relationship.
And Rhodes…
I haven’t seen him with anyone since he left his wife of ten years a couple of years back. She cheated on him over and over for pretty much their whole marriage, and I think that broke him deeper than anything I could ever imagine. We talk about it here and there, of why he thought he needed to stay and work through it all. He was raised extremely religious, and it was ingrained in him that divorce was never an option, but he eventually left. We all joked with one another that he’s just the old, lonely cat man, but I’ve stopped because I see those comments hit him way too deep.
It makes my soul ache to see my friends not trust love or think they’re unworthy of it. I want them to be able to have the love they all deserve.
The moan from Sloane through my phone is louder than I thought it would be. She breathlessly groans, “Fuck, you all are so hot with your masks on.” All three sets of eyes turn to me, and I just give them the most devilish grin I can muster up right now. “I couldn’t get through the pictures without touching myself,” she shyly murmurs the last sentence. And fuck , is my cock paying attention.
Nyx looks over at my phone, questioning, “Is that Sloane? Simon, what the fuck are you doing playing that right now?” She might be acting pissed at me, but she sure as hell doesn’t have the willpower to take her eyes off my wife's beautiful cunt. The tension between the two of them is always so thick, yet neither will ever cross the line that they both dance on together.
I question Asher and Nyx, completely ignoring her question, “Isn’t she so fucking pretty like this?”
That question causes Rhode to leave his gaming chair and lean over me to see the ruckus.
“We can walk you to your place if you need to help her…” Asher leans over to take a harder look at my phone, and I can’t blame him one fucking bit. He murmurs, “Fuck, it looks like she could use some help.”
Finally, I have the courage to ask the question that Sloane and I have wanted to ask them all for a while now: “Would you all want to help? Or play?” No matter what their answers are, our friendships are forever changed. There’s no returning from watching someone's wife play with themselves; let alone ask them to fuck around with you and your wife, and think you can keep the same connections you had previously. But to see my wife's fantasies come to life, it would all be worth it.
And selfishly, my fantasies would be coming true, as well…
They all have given me hints that they would play if we were ever to ask them, but they never made the first move. No one answers my question. They all just look at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind.
So I go all out.
After hitting a couple of buttons on my phone, the video of my wife is now playing on the TV, the game completely forgotten.
“ Fuck .” Rhodes wipes a hand down his face and covers his mouth while watching my beautiful wife on the screen. He heads back to his seat, but stays slightly turned so I can still see his reactions.
I look at Asher, and his eyes haven’t left the screen, either. I’m practically growling in his ear, “You like older women, don’t you, Asher?” He whips his head to the side, and I see the slight panic in his eyes from being so close to my face.
I relish in it.
It’s been too long since I’ve been this close to another man, and fuck, have I missed it. His citrus and woody scent fills my senses.
It’s heady.
I move in an inch, stay there long enough to see the panic take over him, and then lay back on the couch. Scooting my ass out and spreading my legs obnoxiously wide, making sure I place a knee against Asher’s, I let Sloane do the talking for us.
She has her laptop open and off to the side on our couch, and we can see her screen clear as day. It’s all of us in our gear, pulled up in her editing program. She whispers, looking right into the camera, “Why are our friends so fucking hot?” Rhodes' head snaps to look at me, and I just give him a sly smile and a head nod.
Sloane’s doing all the hard work for me here.
We watch in silence as she circles her clit with one hand while being propped up by the back of the couch, her other fingers getting sucked in between her pouty lips. She slowly trails those same fingers down her stomach and inserts two fingers, causing herself to moan. That moan travels to my cock like it’s connected to everything that is her. Pushing her tits together between her arms, they’re on full display. The heart-shaped jewelry encase those raspberry nipples I love so much.
Nyx mumbles, “I had a feeling she had her nipples pierced, but fuck, her tits are perfect.” She gives me an appreciative smile.
She’s close to coming.
I can feel my cock leaking behind my cargo pants, and I can see Rhodes’s cock, matching mine.
“I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so clossseee.”
The balled-up fists Asher is sporting has me slightly worried…he almost looks like he’s in pain.
Between gasps for air, Sloane moans, “I’m coming, coming for all of you.”
The TV screen goes black and we all just sit there for a moment in silence.
Asher breaks the silence, lifting his head off the back of the couch. “Well, this is embarrassing…” We all look over to where his eyes are…his crotch.
Oh shit…he came in his pants.
“That’s hot as fuck,” I encourage him.
Rhodes chimes in, “I was close to blowing in my pants, too. Shit, I’m surprised I didn’t…that’s the most action I’ve had in a long time.”
We’re all laughing, and I hate that it’s at Rhodes’ lack of a sex life, but it does the job of lightening the mood for a brief second.
I bring up my question from earlier, “So, do you all want to play with us?”
I’m hit with “hell yes” from Nyx, a “fuck yes” from Rhodes, and the shyest “yeah” from Asher.
Walking back to my apartment alone tonight consists of scheming one of the best football parties that’ll, hopefully, turn into a full-on orgy by the end of the night.
And with all of our friends on board, I start to plan the night that I know will change our lives forever.
Then it hits me.
I’ll code a power outage for right after the big performance at halftime. That’s the only reason Sloane even watches.
Well, that and the commercials.
The excitement for what this can mean for us has me practically bouncing on my feet as I walk through our front door.
Here’s to everything changing.
Let’s hope it’s for the good.