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This story contains: absurdly large penises; womenfolk of unearthly beauty
and absurdly large and firm breasts who are unreasonably passionate about
said penises; more sex than I'll see in the next three years; two really
dumb guys and a woman who loves them; and beer.  What strains credulity
beyond restraint is that everybody is nice to each other in this story; way
nicer than anyone with large sex organs will ever behave in reality.

   Me, I wasn't breastfed and a doctor (I know his name) did a ghastly and
horrific thing to my thing when I was too young to slap him upside the head
with a kitchen table.  In short, I'm already twisted and there's no hope
for it.  Nonetheless, it's my own opinion that children should be taught
about the world and be given the insight and skills to deal with it, rather
than being protected from it.  Thus, I have no problem with kids reading
this stuff.  They're way smarter than you might expect, or at least smart
enough to dig up dirty stories behind your back.  They know instinctively
not to ask Mom what gerbilling is, even if it does sound so innocent.

   So consider that if you're adult enough to consider it.  And if you're a
kid, hell, you should put this story aside and learn about sex the way I
did: back alley talks with other kids and the old man's obscure and
abstruse medical dictionary.  And National Geographic, god yes, but I
wasn't breast fed, so you have to forgive the drool marks on the bottom of
this page.  -TM



   This is copyrighted.  This is so copyrighted.  International
copyrighted. Galactic copyrighted.  Four livid degrees kelvin universal
copyrighted, signed at the bottom copyrighted.  This is so copyrighted you
can only read it once and you have to squinch your eyes up so its blurry.
Even if you read it (once) you are forbidden to reproduce.  This means you.
I mean it.  Copycopycopyrighted.  I mean it.  -TM

   something something

   oh god anyway, make up a title yourself Tilpondarius Dedonde Manaday

   (that's muh naa dy.  Please.)



   If we hadn't both been a little drunk, the whole thing might not have
happened.  We were, though; tipsy anyway, relaxing at the neighborhood bar
after working out at the gym.  Mike was my neighbor, best buddy, drinking
partner, and the black answer to every woman's dream.  At least that's what
the women thought; hell, that's what I thought.  I'm not gay, or puny, or
bad-looking, but I thought he was gorgeous.  Worse, he was easy-going and
modest, which pretty much assured him of a steady stream of pretty girls
weekending at his house.

   We were both tipsy, and Mike was going on about Teri, my wife.  He had a
real crush on her.  Teri liked him, and his flirting tickled her, but I
wasn't worried about him taking her away from me.

   "You know," Mike said, "I don't mean any offense, but Teri is the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen.  I mean that.  If she wasn't married- hell,
if she was married to someone else, I'd be after her like stink on shit. 
No offense, man."

   I laughed.  "None taken.  She's beautiful, no question."

   "Yeah, well.  Truth is, I'd do just about anything to get into her
pants."

   "Would you?" I loved the heck out of Teri.  What Mike didn't know was
that Teri wasn't near as passionate as she was beautiful.  She always
seemed to be poised on the edge of adventure.  She was loving, and she
liked sex, and she was passionate about a lot of things- she had a temper
that could singe hair at twenty feet-but she was restrained in the sack.  I
had to beg her just to get her to kiss my cock, and she refused to talk
about anal sex.  Anyway, Mike had always had a thing for her.  He had never
made a secret of it.

   "Yeah," Mike said, drunkenly and sincerely.  "I would.  No offense, man,
she justs gets under my skin."

   I finished my drink and gestured for another.  I was tipsy, too, and a
notion that had floated around in the back of my head for a long time
popped up.  I wanted to suck Mike's cock.

   Understand, I've never done anything like that.  Never even had feelings
like that, but Mike- hell, I don't know.  My cock is as big as his, and I
work out along with him.  I'm reasonably good-looking.  What I mean is, it
wasn't some sort of thing where Mike was some black god I wanted him to
dominate me and steal my wife.

   He was a tight friend, though, and the fact is, he had the body of a
god. At first I'd watched him work out, or glanced at him in the shower,
and imagined Teri riding that powerful black body, that big black dick of
his sinking into her pink.  It was an arousing fantasy, but eventually,
Teri slipped out of the image, and it was just me, and Mike, his smooth
broad chest, hard flat belly, and above all, his cock, long, thick, oily
black, with a loose foreskin hiding the head.  I wondered what it tasted
like, what it felt like, how his buttocks might hardened as gouts of come
spewed from the head.

   I never told Mike, of course.  Guys don't talk about things like that.
For that matter, the idea struck me as perverted.  It wouldn't go away, but
it wasn't going to embarrass me as long as I kept it to myself.  I should
have.

   Mike said he'd do anything to get to Teri.  I figured I couldn't offer
to suck him off in exchange for helping him seduce Teri.  That wouldn't
work.  He'd jump on that and close his eyes while I sucked him and pretend
I was a woman.

   Worse, he'd think I was gay.

   Then it hit me like a shot of tequila.  He said he'd do anything.  Would
he suck me off?  It was just a short reach from my cock to his, if he
would. In my drunken confidence, I thought the idea was brilliant.  The
tequila I'd been drinking thought it was brilliant.  I asked him.  "Would
you suck me off if I helped you get to Teri?"

   Mike drew back and looked at me oddly.  "Man, don't say things like
that. Get Teri to eat your nasty white cock."

   I shrugged; in for a dime, in for a dollar.  "She doesn't like to do
that." I cleared my throat.  "I'm serious.  Eat my cock.  I'll help you
seduce Teri."

   Mike made a face.  "Serious about what?  Come on, man, I am not queer. I
never did anything like that."

   "I haven't either.  I'm just really curious, you know.  I've thought
about it a lot, the three of us."

   "Stop it, man, I don't want to hear it.  All right?  Just stop." Mike
scowled and moved subtly away from me, angry distaste all over his boyish
face.

   I stopped talking about it, but Mike kept scowling; it looked like the
evening was over.  Mike paid the tab, still scowling.  I hoped I hadn't
screwed our friendship.  I really liked Mike.  We finished our drinks and
went home; Mike lived next door, and I had driven, so it was an awkward few
minutes.  Mike sat as far from me as he could get, and he was quiet and a
little surly.

   I should have kept my mouth shut.  I really wasn't gay, or bi or
whatever.  At least I'd never done anything like that.  I'd known Mike
since Teri and I had gotten married.  We bought the house next to his, and
Mike and I discovered a lot of similar interests; working out, camping,
cars and baseball and beers in the neighborhood bar.

   Mike was tall, broadchested, very dark, and handsome as the devil.  I
didn't envy him all the women he had, exactly; I'm good looking, I work out
as much as him, and I did okay with the women when I was single.  But Mike
was in a class by himself.  His body was almost hairless, with coarse tufts
under his arms and at his pelvis; smooth, hard, black skin.

   I'd never said anything to him before, and I shouldn't have that night.
I felt angry and depressed when I dropped him off.  He went into his house
without a word.  That was it, then.  Mike thought I was gay.  He'd be
polite when he saw me, but the workouts were history; he'd be busy.  He'd
have something else to do when Teri and I went camping.  I'd lost a friend.

   He said hello to me the next morning going out the door to work, but it
was cool.  The following day, he turned down an invitation to go down for a
beer.  "I have a quarterly report I have to finish," he said.  Maybe he
did. I doubted it.

   The following days, Mike wasn't around.  Even over the weekend, he was
never out in his yard, or over flirting with Teri.  Teri herself mentioned
it, but I didn't say anything.  ***

   I was surprised when Mike asked me down to the bar for a beer.  When I
tried to smooth things over, dismissing my proposition as drunk talk, he
changed the subject uneasily.  I let it slide, but a few minutes later we
went back to his house to look at the old Hudson he was restoring.

   "Listen, man," Mike said as he handed me another beer.  "I like Teri.  I
like her a lot and I respect her.  I talk trash to her sometimes, you know
that.  But I.  Well, one time I told her I wanted to fuck her ass.  I just,
I don't know, I had a beer too many, and there it was in front of me, all
tight and sexy and I told her how I felt." Mike shrugged and got himself a
beer.

   "The thing is, she looked like she might.  She looked like for a second
she really considered it.  Then she kissed me on the cheek and said, 'We're
not going to do that, Mike.  Because Tom is your best friend and my
husband.'"

   None of that surprised me, Teri finding Mike attractive, or turning him
down flirtatiously.

   "'Yeah, I guess you're right,' I said.  She was right, you know?  I
couldn't argue with that.  Then she said, 'But the next girl you bring
home, you pretend it's me.  Okay?' Then she walked away, with a sexy little
wiggle." Mike sighed and shook his head.  "That wasn't drunk talk the other
night.  You had a big damn hardon driving home.  I saw it."

   He was right.  "Yeah," I said.  "I guess so."

   "I am not a queer.  You understand that?  I am not homo."

   "I'm not either, Mike.  Anyway, I don't think I am."

   "So what is this?  What's this about anyway?  You secretly a fag?"

   "No.  I'm just curious, that's all.  Haven't you ever wondered what it
would be like?"

   "No.  No way.  I like women."

   Of course he did, but then I noticed he had an erection, the same as me.
He about jumped out of his skin when I squeezed it.  "What's this?"

   "Jesus, man!  Don't do that!" Mike snorted and stood and finished his
beer.  "Anyway, what makes you think Teri is going to let me?  I'll never
get anywhere with her."

   "I can't promise you will." I stood up too.  I was getting pretty
excited.  "But she's attracted to you.  I can set her up for you.  It might
work."

   "Yeah.  Well.  Let's go inside, okay?" He turned out the lights in the
garage and we went into his living room, sitting on his sofa.  "I'm not
kissing you, understand?  Not on the lips.  And you sure aren't fucking my
ass.  I draw the line there."

   I nodded.  My heart was starting to pound.

   "You've got a nice body, you know?  I mean, for a man.  Nice cock, too."

   "How nice?" I asked thickly.  Mike put his hand over my zipper.

   "I do this, you're going to help me fuck Teri.  You're going to help me
fuck your wife."

   I nodded.  My mouth was dry.  Mike nodded, then tugged my zipper down
and opened my jeans.  "Bigger than I thought," he murmured, pulling out my
hard cock.  He stroked it, and if felt fine.  He licked the length of it,
and that felt good.  Then he licked his lips and ovalled them over my head.
I was about to explode when he took my glans in his mouth and worked his
tongue around it.  I reached out and stroked his thick neck and smooth
brown shoulders.

   Then he pushed his head down on my cock, not stopping until I was deep
in his hot throat, and his nose nestled my pelvis.

   "Mike," I gasped, "Good lord, where did you learn to do that?"

   Mike rose and ran his flat tongue the length of my cock.  "Practice,
man," he chuckled.  "I've been practicing with a big Italian sausage.  You
like it?" He laughed.  "Yeah, you like it."

   He went to work.  Every time he came up for air, he was smiling broadly,
chuckling, whispering endearments to my cock.  "You like that, big fellah?
Old Mikey make you a happy guy?"

   Mike was incredible.  I only lasted a couple minutes, and when I started
to come, Mike grabbed my ass and buried his face in my pelvis.  I think he
would have been laughing the whole time, if his mouth and throat hadn't
been full of my cock.

   "Man, oh, man," he laughed, coughing a little and licking me clean when
I'd finished.  "Man.  Now that wasn't so bad.  That was pretty good, I
think.  You like that?  I do all right?"

   I didn't even stop to catch my breath.  I slid on the floor beside him
and pushed him on his back.  He lifted his hips so I could get his jeans
and shorts down.

   He had eight inches of meat, anyway, and it was the blackest part of his
body, a smooth, oily black all the way up to the foreskin that
half-concealled the dusky head.  I stroked that magnificent pole, and then
pulled the foreskin back.  I kissed the head wetly and tasted musk and
chocolate.

   "Hershey's," Mike giggled.  "I got a chocolate dick.  Go on.  Go on,
now."

   I laughed.  "You want this too, don't you?"

   "Don't mess with me," Mike said impatiently.  "Suck my black dick.  Suck
me down and make me come."

   "I haven't been practicing, you know."

   "That's all right.  Take your time.  Watch your teeth, man.  Hercules
doesn't like teeth."

   Being a guy, I can tell you head is only an appetizer.  Deep throat is
what its about, and Mike had already done me.  The first time was really
clumsy.  It felt enormous, his cockhead in my mouth.  My jaw started to
ache almost right off.  There was the taste of chocolate and, vaguely,
urine, and something else, not unpleasant.  I pressed my face down on him
and gagged; my stomach heaved.

   "Take it slow, man.  Slow.  We got time." He grunted and shuddered.  I
went down again, swallowing and pushing at the same time.  I gagged and
backed off.  Again.  Mike's belly hardened, that flat washboard of dark
brown skin.  I watched his belly, and though my stomach lurched, I felt
that big log slide into my throat.  I could only hold it for a moment,
though, before I felt a sort of panic and rose up off him.

   It didn't matter; he was coming already.  I stayed on the head, working
my thumb over the stuff my tongue couldn't reach, milking him.  It tasted
okay; it didn't have a lot of taste at all, actually.  I swallowed and
worked him as well as I could and Mike stroked my shoulders as I had his.

   "Man," he said, flopping back when he'd finished.  "That was something
else."

   I coughed a couple times and licked his beast.  What did he call it? 
Hercules.  There were still smears of chocolate trapped in his foreskin.  I
had sucked my best friend's cock, and it had been everything I'd hoped. 
The funny thing is, I was looking forward to seeing his log inside my wife.
Maybe one kink leads to another, I don't know.  And I sure didn't want just
anybody banging Teri.  But Mike was something else, and my best friend to
boot.  I stroked his belly, played with his half-hard cock, lifted his
balls and kissed them.

   "Man," Mike said, staring at the ceiling.  "You did good.  Better than I
expected." He rose on an elbow and looked at me.  "Looks like your fellah
is getting all stiff again.  You want me to-?"

   "Any time, Mike.  I mean that."

   "Course you do.  You got to work on your technique, man.  Me, I got my
licks down.  ***

   It was odd; as long as I was around, Mike flirted with Teri flagrantly.
He was so bold at times that Teri frowned at me, wondering why I was
letting him grab her boob or kiss the nape of her neck or stroke her
perfect ass.  I always smiled mildly and shrugged; 'that's the way Mike
is.' Teri didn't buy it, but it was clear he wasn't making any headway
anyhow.

   Once I walked in on Mike kissing Teri; he'd backed her against a wall,
planted his face over hers, and cupped her breasts, kneading them while he
kissed her.  Teri was kissing him back, even, and with some spirit.  I felt
a pang of jealousy.  Then she broke the kiss.  "Mike," she said- Mike was
kneading her breasts for all he was worth, and Teri had arched back, not
stopping him at all.  "Mike.  Mike, are you paying attention?"

   "Sure, Teri.  What?"

   "You just stuck your tongue halfway to my tonsils.  You're handling my
boobs like they're going to give you milk.  I liked the kiss.  You're being
gentle with my boobs.  But once you let go, that's it.  You stop and act
like a gentleman.  Mike?  Are you listening?  No more of this nonsense."

   "Or what?  What are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to kick you so hard where it counts your voice will go up two
octaves.  Do you think I can't?"

   Mike dropped his hands and looked horrified and contrite.  "Sorry."

   "You don't have to sorry me.  I liked it.  But that's all-" Then she
noticed me standing across the room in the door. "Hi, hon," she said.  "I'm
giving your buddy a lesson in manners."

   "About time, too," I said, and wished I hadn't; I wished I hadn't even
witnessed it, though I was proud of Teri.  Mike glowered at me.  Teri gave
me the oddest look I've ever seen, both guilty and a bit suspicious.  ***

   This was the plan.  Teri sunbathed in the backyard weekends.  I was
going to get her all hot and frisky, and then Mike would call as if I had
to go to the plant.  We even had a camcorder with a zoom, and microphones
planted in strategic areas.

   It started out fine.  Teri wore a string bikini that wasn't much more
than a thong.  She was pleased when my eyes lit up.  She invited me to
smear oil over her round shoulders, her back, those fine, round buttocks
that were just barely covered.  When I slipped a finger under the strip of
fabric covering her puss, she rolled her hips and spread her knees a bit.
One finger, two, slithering into her hot wetness.  She gave a throaty laugh
and smiled darkly over her shoulder at me.  With the oil and her own
lubrications, Teri's pussy was wet and slick as anything.  "Maybe we should
go inside," I said, nibbling her ear and pulling the straps down her arms
to investigate her firm breasts.

   "No.  Let's do it out here."

   "What if somebody sees?  Mike, for instance?"

   "He can eat his heart out," Teri said, smiling wickedly "He's been a
shit lately, as if you haven't noticed.." That was the moment Mike chose to
call.  I went inside and answered it.  When I went back out, Teri had
straightened her bikini.

   "Work?" she asked, frowning.

   "Yeah.  One of the lines went down.  I don't know how long it'll take.
I'll call you when I know."

   Teri sighed and shrugged.  I kissed her and gave her breasts a squeeze.
Her nipples were like strawberries, stiff and jutting.  She was as hot as
she could get without having a cock in her.  "Keep it warm for me," I said.

   "Right.  Maybe I should put foil over it and you can microwave it
later." She stuck her tongue out.  Well, maybe she wasn't as hot as I had
hoped.

   I left, parked around the block and doubletimed it into Mike's backdoor.
He had the camcorders ready, aimed and focused.  He had tight trunks on and
nothing else.  I gave his cock a squeeze and wished him luck.  Mike
strolled out the door like a black god.  A minute later, I heard him on the
microphones we had planted.

   "Hey, Teri.  Is Tom home?"

   Teri had sprawled on her belly; she seemed startled by Mike.  "No, he-
he went to the store.  He'll be back any minute."

   "Good, good.  You don't mind if I wait?"

   "No," she said uncertainly.  "Of course not.  Would you like a beer?"

   "Sure.  You stay put.  I'll get it."

   Mike went inside our kitchen, got a beer, opened it, and glanced out at
Teri, who had cradled her head in her arms and closed her eyes.

   Then he stayed there in the kitchen.  I could see him; he was getting
nervous.  My wife was laying a few feet from him, two strips of cloth
covering her lush body, her pussy wet, and Mike was losing his nerve.

   I cursed him impatiently, but it was several minutes before he came back
out and sat.

   He sat, and sat, and sat, Teri dozing in front of him, laid out like an
offering to the gods.  Nothing was happening.

   "Mike?" Teri said sleepily.  "Can I ask something of you?"

   "Sure, what?" Mike said quickly.

   "Will you give me a massage?  I know its selfish, but-" she shrugged.

   "Well, I." Mike stopped.  "Tom isn't here," he said.  "Maybe when he
gets back."

   I was outraged.  He was wimping out.  Teri rolled on her side, though,
smiling broadly at him.  "Mike, you're not afraid of me.  Listen, let's be
honest.  You are a handsome, sexy guy.  If I wasn't married to Tom, I would
marry you in a second.  I'm attracted to you, god, who wouldn't be?  But
the truth is, I could dance around you naked and you wouldn't do anything
to hurt me, or Tom.  I know you, Mike.  I love you as much as Tom."

   Mike looked like a whipped puppy.  "Yeah," he said, "I guess you're
right."

   "A massage?  Please?  I know you like touching me.  I like it too."

   Mike squirmed, that pathetic excuse for a puppy dog.  "Teri, jesus-"

   "I'll tell you what.  You can touch any skin you can see.  Okay?  Just
don't you dare tell Tom."

   Mike looked cowed.  "Okay," he said a little breathlessly.

   He knelt beside her and started rubbing her shoulders.  Then he rubbed
her neck.  Then her shoulders.  He was a weinie.  He was a wimp.  I was not
going to suck his cock again ever.  I was going to bite it.

   "Mike," Teri said.  "Come on.  Not just a neck rub.  If you don't want
to, just say so."

   Mike cleared his throat.  "Okay."

   "Mike, are you okay?  You seem, I don't know, anxious."

   "No.  Me?  Of course not.  Not me."

   "Dear Michael.  I'm not asking you to fuck me.  You can be a little
naughty, if you like.  Tom knows we flirt, and he knows I'm attracted to
you.  If you don't trust yourself to touch my body-"

   "No!  No, that's okay.  I'm fine.  Just go on and lay down.  I'm okay.
You can trust me."

   Teri laid on her belly, smiling ruefully.  "Just a naughty massage,
okay? And we can both think about what it might be like.  I trust you."

   Mike bit his lip, screwed his face up like he was changing a creamed-pea
diaper, and delicately untied her bikini top.

   "Mike, what are you doing?"

   "I'm untying your top.  I like a woman with a even tan."

   "I wish you wouldn't."

   "Too late," he laughed far too heartily, and then stopped.  He cleared
his throat.

   Teri frown, but didn't try to retie the top.

   Then he started giving her a massage.  He worked down her back, massaged
her shoulders, her neck, her arms.  He even worked on her hands a little,
and massaged her feet.  Mike gave a good massage.  He'd worked on Teri
before, and even given me a massage a couple times.  This time, though, it
was utterly chaste.  He never even attempted a grope.  He had my approval;
hell, my participation.  Teri had even encouraged a bit of naughty.  What
the hell was he doing, only giving her a massage?

   That was what he did, though.  After forty minutes of that, Teri was
melty with sensual pleasure.  I had turned the camcorder off centuries ago.
I was getting seriously impatient.  The boldest thing he'd done was to
untie her top.  I wondered if I ought to rewind the tape, when Mike finally
made a move.  He slipped his hands under her arms, around her front,
cupping her breasts and kissing the nape of her neck.  I turned the
camcorder back on.

   Teri gave a throaty little laugh.  "It's about time," she said, lifting
on her elbows so he could fondle her.  Mike caressed her breasts and
nipples tenderly.  Teri, her head lifted, closed her eyes and smiled
gently.

   "Teri, baby, I can't stop here.  I'm gonna fuck you, fuck your beautiful
ass."

   Teri sighed.  "Mike, no.  We aren't going to do anything like that." She
didn't try to dislodge his hands, though, and he continued kneading her
stiff nipples.

   "I can make you feel good, Teri.  Make you feel like heaven."

   "Good, I can believe," Teri said.  "Maybe even really good.  Heaven, no.
Mike, I love you, but I love Tom better.  I want you to stop." Her voiced
quavered.

   To my utter astonishment, Mike did stop.  He slipped his hands away from
her boobs.  "Sorry.  I just.  You've got nice breasts."

   "You've got nice hands," Teri said.  She tucked her elbows to her side
so there wouldn't be anymore groping.  "Just, you know, don't get carried
away."

   "Well, I.  Yeah, I guess so.  Sorry."

   Hesitantly, he went back to the gentle angles of her shoulder blades. 
Then he pushed her elbows out and grabbed her breasts again.  Teri frowned
over her shoulder at him.  "Teri, baby," he said, "It's not just your
breasts.  As beautiful as they are, you're even more beautiful inside. 
You're smart and funny and willful and your ass is just heaven.  Just
absolute perfection."

   "Mark, what's got into you lately?"

   "Nothing.  It's not me.  It's you.  Into you.  I mean I've gotten into
you lately.  I don't mean lately.  Not yet.  I have to get into you.  Right
now.  Oh god oh god."

   Teri's eyes flashed.  She grabbed his hands and peeled them off her,
then laid down.  "Stop it, Mike.  You're not a teenager.  What would Tom
say?"

   "Tom?" He sounded stunned.  His eyes went off somewhere distant, and for
a terrifying moment, I thought he was going to tell her the truth, that he
and I were lovers and I was in front of a camcorder watching him trying to
seduce her.  Mike sighed, his broad shoulders sagging.  "You're too
beautiful.  Maybe I shouldn't touch you anymore."

   Teri looked even more confused than he did.  Where was all this going? I
dialed my own number impatiently.  I could hear it ringing on the concealed
mikes.

   "Will you get that, Mike?" Teri said.  She didn't want to get up in
front of him topless; maybe she thought he'd follow her in if she did. 
Whatever; Mike went in and answered the phone.

   "Mike, listen.  Tell Teri I called from work, and not to wait dinner for
me.  That way, you and she will both know she was lying about me coming
back in a few minutes.  That'll give you the edge.  Fuck her, Mike, for
godsake, what are you waiting for?"

   Mike snorted into the phone.  "I don't know, man.  I like Teri.  This
all seems kind of unfair.  I don't mind suckin' your big old white cock. 
Hell, I'm gettin' to kind of like it.  Can't we leave it at that?"

   "Mike, I know Teri.  She's hot as anything right now.  I'm not going to
beg you to fuck my wife."

   "Tom, she's hot, sure, but you heard her.  She'd feel bad about it.  It
makes me feel bad to make her feel bad.  Couldn't we just tell her you and
me are getting it on, and see if she wants to, you know, join us?"

   "This is a hell of a time to have second thoughts.  She's waiting for
you.  The cameras are running.  What's it going to be?"

   "It's going to be very peculiar, man, all this shit.  I really don't
know about all this."

   "You want her?"

   "Man, I hurt I want her so bad."

   "Well?  The cameras are running.  Let's get humping here."

   "Yeah, cute, I get it.  Humping.  Very funny." Mike sighed, and "You
called, and said don't wait dinner."

   "That's my man.  Remember where the cameras are, okay?  I want to get
some good shots."

   "Got it," Mike said and hung up.  He didn't sound enthusiastic.

   Back to the cameras and Teri.  She had already refastened her top, and
she was sitting up when Mike came out stark naked, that black cock of his
standing up proudly.  Tacky.  All we needed now was tinny guitar music in
the background.

   "That was Tom," he said.  "He said don't wait dinner on him, he's tied
up at the plant."

   Teri looked him up and down, her eyes darkening.  Mike took her by the
arms and stood her up.  "Teri, baby-" he began.  He didn't finish.

   She punched him in the stomach and he folded over abruptly.  "Put your
clothes on, Mike, and act your goddamn age," she said angrily.  "I'm really
disappointed in you."

   She stormed in the house.  Mike gasped and wheezed for a minute, then
staggered in behind her.  This didn't seem to be going well.

   A minute later, Mike carried Teri out with her wrists tied behind her
with one of my shirts.  Her bikini top was gone.  He laid her on the lounge
chair and began kissing her breasts.  Her nipples were swollen like
strawberries.  He cupped her vulva through her bikini and Teri whimpered
and spread her legs.

   Better, much better.  Maybe she liked being tied up.  I made a mental
note.

   When he moved around to lay on top of her, she kicked.  Mike was quick,
and paying attention.  He jumped back and she didn't connect, thank
goodness for future generations of Mike.  She was wearing tennis shoes, and
that would have hurt.  She kicked again, though, and caught him in the
shin. That hurt badly enough.

   While Mike hopped around on one leg, grunting, his cock bouncing along
in rhythm, Teri stormed back in the house.  Mike sat, cursing, rubbing his
shin, then looked at the camera.  "What a woman," he said, happily, and
staggered back in.

   He was gone a couple minutes.  I was starting to wonder what was going
on when I heard a shout, and then Mike came shooting out onto the patio. 
An instant later, a heavy brass bookend came shooting out, kissing Mike on
the temple.  Mike staggered in a circle, a thread of blood coming from his
head, then tripped on a lawn chair and sat down hard.  He was losing his
erection.

   Teri rushed out, my shirt still tied to one wrist.  She cradled Mike and
fussed over him, dabbing at the cut, babytalking and apologetic.  She
cradled his head against her bare breast and Mike grinned goofily.  As Teri
fashioned a bandage around his head with my shirt, Mike licked her stiff
nipples and worked the bikini bottom off her ass.

   "Mike?  Mike?  Do you know your name?  Do you know me?" Teri held his
head, looking into his eyes.  "What's my name, Mike?  I'm so sorry.  Can
you hear me?"

   "You are so beautiful," Mike said dreamily.  "I want you so bad. 
Sexiest ass."

   Teri gave an odd little whimper, then kissed the daylights out of him.
"Inside, Mike.  Let's go inside.  I don't want anyone to watch.  Do you
know your name?  Jesus, you big dumb bastard."

   Teri helped him to his feet and Mike staggered inside with her
assistance.  A minute later, Teri's bikini bottom flew out the patio door.
Then nothing.

   Nothing for several minutes.

   Nothing again.

   The tape ran out in the camcorder, and I scowled at it and turned it
off.

   Nothing for two hours altogether.  I considered going over and spying on
them, but there were a lot of windows where I could be seen too easily.  I
called twice, but they didn't pick up.  After a while, I rewound the
camcorder, and for a good long time, I played and replayed the portion
where Mike had his conversation with the bookend.  I was really getting to
like that one.  I was, I had to admit, jealous.  I was in a pretty sour
mood when Mike finally made his way back to his house.  He was freshly
showered, a clean white bandage on his temple.

   He still had that broad, dopey grin.  "Man, she's better than I ever
dreamed.  I never thought a woman could like it so much in the ass."

   "You fucked her in the ass?" I was peeved, but I still wanted details,
especially if she let him do that.

   "Yeah, in the shower, after the first couple times in the living room."

   "She doesn't like it in the ass."

   "Well, yeah, she said she's never done it.  She fussed some.  Kept
sucking my cock down her throat.  I got a little insistent, though, and
"She sucked your cock?" I demanded.

   "Like a damn vacuum cleaner.  Told me she'd never done that either.  I
said, Teri, baby, do it.  How do you know you don't like it til you do it?
She fussed some, but I got a little pushy.  Guess she decided she liked it.
She had her face glued to my hips like you wouldn't believe, bobbing and
giggling like she had a new toy."

   "She never did that for me," I said glumly.

   "Yeah, well.  You just have to ask her right."

   "I've asked her every which way there is.  I know how to satisfy a
woman. I didn't do anything wrong."

   "No.  No, man, I'm not saying you did anything wrong.  But Teri, she's
kind of shy about things.  You're just not aggressive enough.  That's all.
Be cool, man."

   Be cool.  I was frigging cold.  I had gone from jealous to feeling
murderous.  Mike had not only fucked my wife, she'd done things with him
she'd never done with me.  And he had the gall to suggest it was my fault.
The son of a bitch hadn't even done it on the patio, where I could have
taped it.

   "You couldn't keep it in front of the cameras?" I asked coldly.

   Mike laid down, pressing a hand over his bandage and shrugged, smiling
pleasantly.  "Man, can I fuck her some more?  She is so fine."

   "You want to suck me some more?" I asked sourly.

   "Not now, man.  I have a headache." He smiled apologetically.

   At least Teri didn't have a headache when I got home.  She was drying
off from a shower, naked and fresh, waiting, she said, to pick up where
we'd left off.  "I was talking to a girlfriend this afternoon," she said as
I laid beside her and kissed her.  "She- well, she gave me some pointers."

   "Pointers?"

   "Yeah." Teri smiled at me innocently.  "Can I show you?"

   Mike was right.  She had decided she liked cocksucking.  She was good,
too; not as good as Mike, but good.  Damn Mike.  Her behind was slick from
Mike being there, too, but it was magnificent there, one hand on her hip,
the other toying with her breasts, jostling and bouncing as she thrust back
on my cock in a mewing frenzy.  She *really* liked that.  Double damn Mike.
***

   As Mike explained the next day, Teri had told Mike it would never happen
again.  Mike had agreed to that, too; the son of a bitch reallywas a
perfect gentleman.  Maybe I should have left it at that, but Mike had
gotten into this thing where he swallowed my cock half-hard and worked it
erect with his throat.  It took me a while to figure out how to do that to
him.  I was almost getting more sex from Mike than from Teri, and she had
developed a sudden eagerness to fuck me until her conscience didn't hurt as
much.  I needed a break, or at least some help fucking Teri.

   Mike had his head on my chest a couple days later, licking my nipples as
we rested.  "We have to do something," I said.  "She fucked you.  She liked
it.  Don't you want to have her any more?"

   "Sure.  But I got this big fellah, don't I?" He stroked my cock
playfully.

   "I don't think your heart is in this, Mike.  It ruins the symmetry if
you're not fucking Teri."

   "Can I kiss you?" Mike smiled up at me.  "Not that I'm gay, or asking
you to do me in the ass.  Just a kiss."

   "I won't suck you anymore if you don't help me keep Teri satisfied."

   Mike thought about that, and shrugged.  "Okay." He licked his way down
my belly.

   "Mike," I grunted.  "If you aren't going to try to get back into Teri, I
won't let you suck me.  It'll all be off."

   Mike thought about that.  "You want to fuck my ass, don't you?  That's
what this is about." He licked my cock.  "Okay.  Fine.  Teri likes it, so
there must be something there.  But you gotta take it easy, all right?  And
you gotta kiss me.  I don't let any man do me that way unless he kisses me
first."

   "You're not listening, Mike."

   "I got an okay ass.  Teri says I do.  Nothing wrong with my ass."

   "You have an okay ass, Mike, a sexy ass.  Okay?"

   "It could be you and me, Tom.  If you ever leave Teri.  Would you like
that?  I might.  I think I would."

   "I love Teri," I said, getting exasperated.

   "Yeah.  I do too," Mike admitted.  "I'm getting confused.  This is all
so peculiar." ***

   I'd been home for half an hour when Teri came across the backyard from
Mike's place.  She was wearing a white shirt, way too big for her, and
shorts; her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was breathlessly carrying
a small bottle of what seemed to be spice.  "Hi, Hon," she said airily.  "I
was just next door borrowing some-" she looked at the bottle- "Some
tarragon."

   "Hi, sweetie." I kissed her a little possessively.  It was one thing to
loan your wife to a man.  But when your wife goes next door for the
specific purpose of riding his tarragon, unbidden jealousy rises. 
Possessiveness rises.  Lust, oddly, runs rampant.

   She was remarkably wet, and as enthusiastic as she was about
cunnilingus, she was reluctant that afternoon.  It didn't stop me.  There's
a word for it, but I don't want to know it.  It was Teri-flavored, and it
was Mike-flavored, and it aroused me.  Maybe I wanted to keep Mike's seed
to myself.  Maybe I wanted to get it out of Teri by any means.  Maybe I
wanted to swallow and digest future generations of my neighbor in a fit of
jealousy.  I didn't know.  It was hot stuff, though.

   Afterwards, I took her out to dinner to save her the discomfort of
finding something for dinner that required tarragon.

   Mike and Teri were at it again, at (bitter wince) Teri's initiative. 
Mike later told me she told him again that that was the last time, but
neither of us believed that, or needed to.  Be careful what you wish for.
***

   It was, as Mike had warned, a peculiar situation.  Teri was fucking Mike
and she thought she was cheating on me.  She didn't dare say a word to me.
Mike and I were sucking each other off; Teri didn't know that.  We knew
that Teri was fucking Mike, but Teri didn't know that we knew and neither
of us dared say anything to her.  She'd likely bite Mike's cock off, and
leave me cold if she found out.  She had a temper.

   But there was plenty of sex.  Mike got home from work an hour before me,
and he liked fucking Teri.  I liked him fucking Teri.  Teri liked Mike
fucking Teri.  She really tried hard to make that last time the last time,
but he made progress.  After a couple days he won another this time was the
last time.  Two more days, and a final really this is the last time.  Then
she stopped last-timing him.  It took him a week of evenings to wear her
down, but she wasn't fighting him very hard.  By Monday the next, he told
me he had Teri from behind, leaning over the kitchen table.  By Wednesday,
I got home to an empty house again, and a few minutes later Teri came in
the back door from Mike's house, wearing a little sundress.  I followed her
upstairs, and though she seemed a little uneasy about it, I undressed her
and we went at it.  Teri came like a wild raging tarragon.

   I liked licking her taste off Mike's magnificent cock, too, tonguing and
nibbling his foreskin.  I loved the silky black shaft, the big veins, that
thick mass in my throat and the way his buttocks hardened in my hands when
he came.  Mike was just as enthusiastic.  "Come to papa," he'd tell my
cock, and he'd dive, using his lips and his tongue magnificently.  I'd
stroked his big shoulders as he worked on me, and once he'd finished me,
he'd lay back, laughing and gasping.  "Man, oh, man, I can't believe this.
I can't believe I'm doing this."

   Teri was sucking me off too.  It was great stuff; she tried harder,
since she knew she was fucking my best friend.  I was surprised how much
she liked getting fucked her ass; she'd never liked that.  She came more
times than I could count before I came in her ass.  She was usually
slippery there, too.  Mike had been there before me most afternoon.

   Every evening I wandered over to Mike's, "to see what he's up to." Most
nights I could taste Teri's musk on his big black cock.  I loved that loose
foreskin, and he liked me nibbling on it.  I liked stroking his smooth,
powerful shoulders when he sucked me.  It seemed to excite him when I came
in his mouth.  He said I gave better head than Teri, but nothing could beat
her pussy or her ass, and I had to agree.

   Teri was getting laid six ways to heaven.  Just the same, we were all
lying through our teeth about what was going on, and for my part, I was
getting almost more than I could stand.  When, after nearly a month, Mike
said he was getting exhausted too, we sat down and discussed it.  We needed
to open up about it, to tell Teri and get everything aboveboard.  Neither
one of us had any good ideas how to get it out where we could all deal with
the situation.

   It was, finally, Teri who made it all happen.  Thursday night, after a
hot, conventional, and somewhat sweaty fuck, Teri lay against me and
stroked my poor, overused cock.  "You ever think about doing it with
another guy?" she asked.

   "You ever think about doing it with another woman?"

   "Maybe," she laughed.  "I just wondered."

   "You mean like Mike?"

   Teri shrugged, smiling innocently.

   "He's got a magnificent body.  And he's got this monster cock."

   "It's not that bi- It's not something I would know about," Teri said,
her face flushing.  "How do you know?"

   "In the shower room at the gym.  He's got a foreskin, too."

   Teri was kissing her way down my chest and belly to hide the guilty look
in her eyes.  "Yeah," I said, "I've thought about it," I said.  "I wonder
what it would taste like." Then her mouth found my poor limp cock and I
thought about other things.  ***

   "Yeah, she asked me if I ever thought about sucking you," Mike said as
he licked my cock and balls clean.  "I told her she was fucking nuts."

   "Now why did you do that?  Jesus christ, Mike."

   "Yeah, I know." He took my cockhead between his lips and licked it
thoughtfully.  "I just don't want her to think I'm a queer, you know?" He
flattened his tongue and licked the length of my shaft, something he knew I
enjoyed.

   "She figures if you and I get it on, the you two can be open about
fucking each other."

   "I know that.  Don't you think I know that?  I just.  Look, I like your
damn cock.  I like making you feel good.  That doesn't make me a damn
faggot."

   "Of course not," I said.  "Come on, Mike, help Teri out.  Help us out.
All this sneaking around is getting to be a bitch."

   "So let's tell her.  Let's just fucking tell her."

   "Tell her we set her up?  She feels bad about fucking you, Mike.  She
screws me most every night because she feels guilty.  She does you in the
afternoon, and gives me a guilt fuck at night, and I'll tell you, she's
gotta be wearing her pussy out.  If she finds out, she's going to be so
damn mad."

   "I guess you're right," Mike sighed.  "Listen, you gonna get up again,
or do we have a performance problem here?"

   "Mike, you just sucked me off, and I nailed Teri on the coffee table
before I came over here.  I'm not a superman.  You want me to work on you?"

   Mike chuckled.  "Twice with Teri before you got home.  You can try if
you want, but I think my cock is about ready to fall off too."

   "I wonder how Teri feels," I said.

   When I got home later, Teri was crying softly in bed.  I held her and
neither one of us said anything.  She felt awful, of course; why wouldn't
she?  She didn't want to make love, though, and it was a good thing,
because I don't think I could have.  We had to get things out in the open,
but I didn't have the nerve.  ***

   "Honey, let's go camping this weekend.  You, me and Mike.  We haven't
done that since last summer."

   It was perfect.  The three of us would be together on close terms; there
wouldn't be an awful lot of clothes involved; anything could happen.  Teri
watched me with casual intensity.  "That's a great idea.  Maybe a long
weekend.  It has been a long time, hasn't it?  I'll ask Mike."

   Teri relaxed, and kissed my cheek.  "Let me ask him.  You know how he
is; I can charm the foreskin off his sna- I can convince him."

   "You know, I've always kind of wondered about-" I stopped, uneasy.

   "About what?" Teri put her head on my shoulder.

   "You'll think I'm weird."

   "I already do."

   "You asked me the other night.  I wonder what it would be like with
Mike."

   "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tight with guilt.

   "Me and him.  I mean me and him.  I'm just curious."

   Teri let her breath out.  "Well, you go ahead and be curious.  I can't
see any harm in it."

   "Yeah, I guess.  Would it upset you if I did?  I mean, if he let me and
all?"

   The question must have given her an agony of guilt.  "Would you let me
fuck him then?  Or what?" Her gaze was intense.

   "I don't know.  I guess I'd have to, right?  To be fair and all.  He is
a sexy guy."

   "So are you," Teri said smoothly.  "Well, good night." She turned her
back to me.

   "Night, sweet love."

   It took a few minutes to realize that she was crying, softly and
miserably with her back to me.  It felt like a shitheel.  I should have
comforted her.  I should have told her the truth.  But I didn't want to
risk her anger, or her leaving me.  Twice a shitheel, then; I let her cry
herself to sleep and hoped the weekend would bring things out in the open.
I didn't want to lose her; ironically, I didn't want to lose Mike. 
Uneasily, I didn't want to lose both of them for having engineered our
screwy triangle.  Teri finally slept.  I didn't, not as well as I might
have.  ***

   First it was me driving and Teri and Mike in the back.  There was a lot
of laughter and squealing back there, and now and then I saw an ankle or an
elbow rise in the rearview mirror.  Then there was silence.  Then Teri was
curled with her head under a beach towel beside the door sobbing and
retching.  I stopped at the next gas station and Teri ran into the
restroom. Mike looked shocked and puzzled.

   "Want me to drive?" he asked.  "Maybe you can figure out what's going on
with her."

   "You didn't do anything?" I asked.

   "Just some smooching and fooling around and stuff.  Nothing serious. 
Then I said it seemed like her boobs were getting bigger, and she busted
out crying.  Then puking."

   "She was sick earlier this morning.  Maybe she's coming down with
something."

   "Maybe." Mike looked worried.

   I got in the back with Teri and Mike drove.  "I'm okay," she said. 
"Just ate something bad last night.  Egg salad.  That was it." But her eyes
were all puffy and she dragged a clean beach towel out of the back and
curled under it.  She barely moved the rest of the trip.  This, I thought,
is going to be fun.

   Teri came right to life when we got to the campground, though.  It was
Friday of our four-day weekend, so we practically had the park to
ourselves. Mike and I unpacked stuff and set up the tent.  Here it was, the
three of us together and alone.  Now what?

   We all went down to the lake.  There wasn't a soul around but us.

   "So," Teri said, egg-salad-poisoning recovered and grinning, "Who wants
to go skinny dipping?"

   Mike and I both looked doubtful.  Teri fairly flung her clothes off and
jumped naked in the water, swimming off.  I gaped.  Mike gaped and licked
his lips.  "Tom," she called, "Get his clothes off.  This is your chance."

   Mike looked at me suspiciously.  "Now what the hell?" he grumbled.

   "Teri's trying to fix things so she can fuck you openly.  We play it by
ear, I guess.  Follow her lead."

   "I don't know why the hell we couldn't just tell her," Mike mumbled. 
But he shucked his clothes, and I did the same.  I watched his fat cock
hang for a moment, for Teri's benefit more than anything; she was watching
me.  Mike got a clue and stared at my cock.  Teri was pleased with both of
us.  The bug she thought she'd planted had seemed to make us both curious.

   We played in the water a few minutes, fairly innocent stuff, then Teri
swam out to a raft anchored in the middle of the small lake.  We followed,
and the three of us flopped down on our backs on the weathered boards, Teri
in the middle.

   "So this is what you look like without any clothes," Mike said, eying
Teri's glistening body.  Teri frowned at him.

   "Eat your heart out, Mike," I said, grinning, and Teri relaxed.

   "I must be the luckiest girl in the world right now, naked between two
gorgeous pieces of beefcake." She sat up on her elbows, eeyingMike.  "You
really are a magnificent specimen, Mike.  If I wasn't married..."

   "You are married," I said dryly.

   Teri gave me a pixie smile and kissed Mike.  It wasn't deep, but she
lingered for a moment.  Then she laughed, leaned over me and sucked my cock
down her throat.  She just did it once, but it was enough for the big
fellow to spring to life.

   "Jesus," Mike muttered, "You two going to do that, I'll go back to the
camp."

   "Sorry.  Really, Mike, I'm sorry.  You guys are both gorgeous.  I guess
it makes me feel a little frisky."

   "Guess Tom is going to get lucky tonight," Mike said.  "Maybe I'll sleep
in the car."

   Teri laid back.  The three of us didn't say anything for a time, though
the air was getting thick with tension.  My hardon wouldn't subside.

   Finally, I sat up and looked over Mike's body.  It was time to do
something; I felt nervous about it.  "You really do have a hell of a body,
Mike," I said.  Teri opened her eyes and looked at me.  Mike grunted and
didn't.

   He stiffened, though, when I grabbed his cock.  That is, he tensed.  His
big black shaft was soft in my hand.  "What are you doing, man?" he asked.
I lifted the shaft and pulled the skin back off the head, then took his
dusky cockhead in my mouth.  This time he stiffened all over, cock and
body. "Jesus, man.  Jesus-" he grunted.  He let me work on his head for a
moment, then pushed me away.  "Jesus," he said, horror in his voice.  He
jumped up and dove into the water, swimming back to the dock.

   Teri looked at me darkly, her lips parted.  "I guess that was pretty
stupid," I said.  She didn't say anything, so I added, "I was curious,
okay? I just wanted to know what it was like.  Did you mind?"

   "No," she said.  "Did you like it?"

   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  I guess so.  I don't think Mike did."

   "He got hard," she said.  "I thought it was sexy.  I'm very proud of
you."

   I shrugged.  "I was curious, that's all.  He's got a hell of a body."

   Teri lowered her eyes.  "Yes," she said.  "He does."

   "Do you think he's sexy?" I asked.

   "He's got a hell of a-" she cleared her throat- "body."

   "Listen, do you think, if we both- maybe you could show me the right way
to do it.  I mean, like show me on Mike's cock.  Would you?"

   Teri's eyes darkened further.  "Would you let me?  I'm not sure I can.
He's bigger than you.  I can try.  If you want me to."

   I hesitated.  "He wants you, you know.  If you were involved, then maybe
he'd let me-" I didn't finish the thought.

   "He might," Teri said softly.

   "Would you fuck him?"

   "Would you let me?  Do you want me to?  I don't know." Teri put her face
on my chest, tears beginning to flow.  "You're a lot alike, you and Mike.
Big, musclebound dopes with more testosterone than sense.  And you're both
good men.  I love you, Tom."

   My heart tightened for a moment.  Was she trying to let me down easy? 
"Teri," I said, "Tell me something.  Do you love Mike?"

   "Of course I do," she said without lifting her head.  "So do you."

   She was right.

   I didn't know why Mike had suddenly gotten shy about my face on his
cock. I meant to find out.  "I'm going to talk to him." I kissed her wet
cheeks.  "Don't worry, okay?"

   She nodded, still crying miserably when I dove back in the water.

   He'd gone back to shore, dressed again, and vanished.  It took me most
of an hour to find him back in the woods by himself.  Mike sat on a log off
the trail and picked up a stick, pulling bits of bark off of it.  "I've got
to tell you, Tom, I'm falling in love with Teri.  She's not just a piece of
ass, she's fine.  I never met a woman like her."

   My heart went down to my knees.  Of course she was fine.  I loved her
too.  And Mike- well, Mike had everything I had, plus a foreskin.  I could
see Teri falling for him.  "What are you saying, Mike?  Are you going to
try to take Teri from me?"

   Mike shook his head and snorted.  "Like I could.  Shit.  Back there on
the raft, you licking my cock, Teri kissing me, I was so damn happy it
scared me." He tossed the stick away.  "She's going to hate us, isn't she?
And she'll leave us both and you'll be mad at me for sucking your cock that
first time and you'll leave me and I'll have to go back to getting laid by
a different beautiful luscious sweet passionate girl every night.  I'll be
miserable."

   "If she leaves me," I told Mike warmly, "I'll help you out with the
girls as much as I can."

   "Won't be the same, though.  Even if we do the same girl, because she'll
freak out when we do each other and that'll be that."

   "Yeah.  You're right." I sighed.  "I guess we should just tell her,
right?"

   "That's what I said all along.  Just tell her.  You do it."

   "Me?"

   "You.  You married her."

   "Okay, fine.  Me.  Just let me find the right moment, okay?"

   "Okay."

   We were both pretty glum walking back.  Teri had dressed and started a
little fire and dinner was burning over it.  She was in the tent crying
softly.  I went in and rubbed her shoulders a little; she turned over and
curled her face in my lap.  From the tent, we could see Ted sitting at the
fire, his broad back to us.

   How was I going to tell her that Ted and I were lovers and we'd set her
up so Ted could fuck her as much as I?  How exactly do you make that sound
like a decent, loving , reasonable thing to do?  This is how.

   "Honey, if you come on to Ted, you know, fool around, suck his cock, get
him relaxed, sort of distract him, I think he might let me have at his
cock. Or if you're fucking him, maybe I could lick it as he goes in and
out. What do you think?"

   "Are you frigging nuts?" Teri asked, her face screwing into tears again.

   "Yeah, maybe.  But I've always had this fantasy about, well, the three
of us.  And you kind of said you were willing, or interested or something,
a little.  I thought this might be a good time." If she doesn't kill me for
messing with Ted, I thought, she's surely going to kill me for being such a
groveling liar.

   "You are nuts," Teri wailed softly.

   "I guess I am." I pulled away from her.  Out there, Ted had kicked the
pot with dinner in it off the fire, and he was stomping on it- the dinner I
mean- trying to put out the flames.  "Sorry I suggested it.  I was out of
line."

   "Wait," Teri said quickly, grabbing my arm as I rose.  "Wait.  What do
you want me to do?" ***

   The plan was direct, uncomplicated and, as Teri said more than once,
"Really stupid." But she was willing.  Out by the fire, Mike had gotten
dinner put out and he was rummaging around in a cardboard box for something
else edible.

   Teri sat beside Mike and pushed him back on his elbows.  Then she
dragged his shorts down to his knees and grabbed his cock.  With both of us
watching, she proceeded to work on him until he was hard, then she sucked
him down her throat.  It was the first time I'd witnessed my wife working
on Mike's big black cock.  She came back up, her eyes gleaming, and said,
"You liked that, didn't you?"

   Mike grunted, puzzled but definitely hard.  Teri motioned me over to
them.  She looked Mike in the eyes and said, "I'm going to kiss you, and
Tom is going to work on your cock.  You're going to let him."

   "I am?" Mike looked bewildered.

   "Yes."

   "Can I play with your boobs?"

   "You may.  Be gentle.  They're a little tender right now."

   "Okay."

   So we did; our romantic tete a tete consisted of me working on Mike's
cock; Mike kissing and fondling Teri and her breasts; and Teri cheerleading
me with coos and moans and comments about how to improve my performance. 
It was, in a word, weird.  It wasn't much fun, to be exact, but it was
presumptive progress.  Teri leaned down face to face with me.  "You're
doing fine, honey.  Watch the teeth.  You don't have to deep throat every
time.  Oooh, I bet Mike liked that one." She leaned away.

   Then Teri was no longer cheerleading.  I was going at it pretty good,
and it took me a minute to realize that Teri had stripped shorts and
t-shirt, and she was encouraging Mike's other end.

   A minute later, she was down with me again.  She pointed at Mike's cock,
and pointed at her belly, her eyes questioning.  It was funny that I
couldn't help a pang of jealousy, but there it was.

   Just the same, I nodded, Ted's cock in my mouth nodding with me.  I sat
up.  She straddled his hips and I pointed that black weapon at her wet
slit. She shivered with the contact, and for a moment, I slid the thick
head of his cock back and forth along her glistening pinkness.  Her labia
ovaled around the thick head.  Satisfied with my aim, she sat down, hard.

   "Oooweee," Teri sighed, her beautiful breasts bouncing.  Mike grunted.

   She stroked him once, twice, and then again; it was the first time I'd
seen them fuck, and it was arousing to see that glistening black shaft
slide in and out of her pink slit, to see Mike's big black hands reach up
and fondle her creamy breasts.

   After the third stroke, Teri fastened her hips to Mike's and pinned him.
"Wait," she gasped.  "Don't move.  Wait."

   "Shit on that, girl," Mike grunted.  He lifted her bodily, and got a
couple of good strokes in before Teri rose up and dislodged him entirely.

   "I said wait," Teri gasped.  "Tom.  It's Tom's turn."

   "Aww, shit, girl.  This is not the time.  Come *on*."

   "Tom, drop your drawers," Teri gasped.  I dropped.  "Mike, stop that, or
you'll never fuck me in the ass again." Teri's body glistened with sweat,
and she was trembling.  She wanted it as bad as he did.  Maybe she didn't
realize what she'd just said.

   "You love it in the ass, Teri, baby.  You can't resist it."

   Teri looked confused.  Mike snorted and pulled my hips over to him and
took my cock down his throat.  He went at my cock for a minute, and it was
okay, but I was watching Teri, who was watching me, a stricken look on her
face.

   "Sorry," she said; the look on her face was heartbreaking.  Even with
Mike's enthusiasm, I was losing my erection.

   "Man, what is wrong with you?" Mike said, slapping my thigh.  "You
aren't even getting hard.  You never have that problem."

   Teri looked confused for a moment, then frowned.  "Have you guys done
this before?"

   I nodded.  I pushed Mike away; he was still clueless, and still hard. 
When he sat back, though, he figured it out fast enough.  "Oh, shit," he
said.  His face, and his cock, drooped.

   "You want to tell her, Mike?"

   "Tell me what?" Teri said.  She looked like she might cry some more.

   "No, man, you tell her."

   "Tell me what?" Teri asked softly, tears starting to well in earnest. 
"You two, you're lovers, aren't you?  Are you leaving me, Tom?  For a ma-
for Mike?"

   Mike was the first to grab her and hold her, comforting her.  "No, Teri,
no.  I love you.  You know that?  I love you, baby.  Anybody leaves, it's
going to be Tom."

   "I love you too," I said, and Mike loosened his hold on her so that I
could get in the huddle.  "I'm not going anywhere.  I love you better than
anyone.  Way better than Mike."

   "No, man, I love her better.  Just because I never told you I loved her,
doesn't mean shit.  I've been telling her that all along."

   "She's my wife.  I love her better."

   "If she was mine, I wouldn't let my neighbor fuck her."

   "That's low, Mike.  It's not like I let her fuck strangers."

   "I love her better."

   "Like hell."

   "What," Teri asked miserably, tears dripping from her chin, "Is going
on?"

   Mike glared at me fiercely.  "I love you too, Mike," I said.  I don't
know why I said it just then, but there it was.

   "You think I've been eating your cock because I need the protein?  I
wanted to make you feel good, man.  Wanted to make you happy."

   "You liked it."

   "So what?  You liked my cock, too."

   Mike's cock was starting to rise.  Mine was too.  Teri rose first,
though, and put her clothes back on, then sat down between us.  She wiped
the tears away with the back of her hands.  "What is going on?" she asked
softly.

   We told her.  Finally, we told her.  We pretty much told the truth, too,
as humiliating as it was.  Teri listened calmly enough, but there was hurt
in her eyes.  Mike told most of it, and I added details.  When Mike
finished, Teri sat back, and for a long time, she didn't say anything.

   Then she drew a deep ragged breath and shrugged.

   "You know, I'd kill both you bastards if it wasn't for one thing."

   "What's that?" we both asked.

   "I'm pregnant."

   "Whose?" we both asked.

   Teri drew a deep breath.  "It's ours.  Okay?  Do you two cavemen
understand that?  Ours."

   I cleared my throat.  "We'll know in nine months, won't we?"

   "No.  That doesn't matter.  It's ours.  Yours and mine and Mike's. 
Ours. I love both of you.  Do you think we can do this?"

   "The three of us?" Mike asked.

   Teri nodded.

   I looked at Teri, then at Mike.  "It's not going to be easy."

   Teri shook her head; no, it wasn't.

   "Hell of a lot easier than what we've been doing the last few weeks."

   "Easier than doing without the both of you, too," Teri added.  "The
stupid lame dishonest both of you."

   "You're going to have to stop dating other women, Mike," I said.

   "I already have."

   "Well," Teri said, smiling ruefully.  "Does anyone want to go skinny
dipping?  Or anything else?"

   "Might as well," Ted said, kicking the char near the fire.  "Dinner's
all burned to hell."
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