That Night

The taxi ride home was torture and felt like it had taken forever, such was the anticipation of what we all knew was to come next. I was sat in the front seat trying to make small talk with the driver whilst Katy and Mark sat in the back, giggling and whispering like horny teenagers, which they were little more than at this point. To the driver, I'm sure it looked and sounded like it was they who were the couple and I was the single friend in the front seat.
It was killing me that I couldn't see what they were doing back there, if indeed they were doing anything at all. The only thing I could do was internally beg the driver to hurry up and get us home.
Weeks of anticipation had built up inside me since Katy had first floated the idea of wanting to sleep with Mark, following somewhat of an open conversation between us about what we could do to spice things up in the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, we had a pretty healthy sex life, but part of me knew that Katy wanted more, and from the instant the idea popped into the conversation I could tell how much she wanted it. How much we both wanted it.
We both knew that Mark was a still a virgin, or at least we thought so, and the thought of being his first and having him be completely under her control had sent an irresistible tingle through her. He had been the first and only choice if we were going to do something like this, as he ticked all of the right boxes immediately. He was someone that we both knew, and that we both knew we could trust, and at the same time he was someone I wasn't going to feel intimidated by. He was a decent looking guy but a complete sexual novice. We both felt safe and perfectly secure at the thought of bringing him into our bed. Safe in the knowledge that it would remain our collective little secret.
The hard part for me had been how to put the question to him, completely out of the blue and after years of friendship between the three of us. I mean, how did you ask your best friend if he would like to fuck your girlfriend? No matter how much you knew he wanted to.
We had been best friends for almost ten years, since we were just 11 year old schoolboys, and I knew him probably as well as I knew myself. He had always been the quiet and shy type and had never really shown any interest in actually having a girlfriend that whole time, though I had seen him looking longingly at girls many times over the years. I had especially noticed the way he looked at Katy on the many nights out we had shared together. Be that as part of a bigger group, or even when it was just the three of us. I didn't mind though, and if anything I think I had probably always liked it. I could hardly blame him or anyone else that stared at her.
Katy was a couple of years younger than Mark and me. Short, blonde, curvy, and incredibly sexy in a very shy and understated way. She was never the type to wear the little skirts or the high heels, always preferring dress trousers or jeans, but she was extremely pretty and had always caught the eye of the boys since she was young. Whilst she was quiet and shy a lot of the time, when that feeling of wild lust did take her, she could become an irrepressible fireball of passion.
It had taken a solid week and several beers for me to work up the nerve to put the idea to him. But, sure enough, when I finally did pop the question, once his initial shock and shyness had passed, Mark had nervously conceded that he would definitely be interested in the no strings fun being offered. After he had repeatedly asked if I was being serious, he had worn a face like a giddy puppy that whole night. I can only imagine how excited he was at the sudden prospect of losing his virginity to Katy in a threesome.
Once he had accepted that the offer was real we had spent the night drinking beer, shooting pool and talking like horny schoolboys. Mostly talking about Katy and about what might soon be to come. Strings of excited questions had almost fallen out of his mouth, thrown up by his excited virgin mind at a pace he could barely keep up with.
"Does she do this?"
"Does she like that?"
"Would she do that to me?"
"Do you think she would like it if we did this?"
"Do you think she would she let me do that?"
"Would you let me do that to her?"
There is no denying that as a result of that conversation we had both left the pub that night feeling incredibly horny. I couldn't wait to get home and tell Katy all about how he had said yes. She had been even hornier than I was, and had made me recite as much of the conversation for her as I could, word for word. She had especially loved hearing about how much Mark had talked about wanting her and she demanded all of the details we had discussed. I had given her the full rundown whilst I fingered her right there in the living room, feeling her quiver and gush all over my fingers as she came, hard and long thinking about how much she wanted to feel my best friend's virgin cock inside her.
Over the following weeks several messages had been exchanged, flirty comments had been ankara yabancı escortlar passed and we had all agreed to go out, have many drinks and see what happened with no obligations.
Now, I gazed out of the taxi window at the passing night, remembering what Katy had said to me in the club barely 25 minutes before. We had been out all night, progressively getting flirtier and braver, and she had spent the last half hour pressed tightly between Mark and me in a darkened corner of a busy club, dancing hot and heavy between us both. Grinding her body against each of us in turn whilst we caressed her enthusiastically. I had leaned back to take a drink and Katy had yelled into my ear above the music.
"I think he's hard".
My eyes had snapped to hers as I felt my already thumping heartbeat quicken even more. I had been anxiously waiting for that first moment when things would go from flirty to naughty and that was it. She was smiling and looking as excited as I could ever remember seeing her. Mischievous, nervous, almost alive with lust and virtually licking her lips with anticipation. I had known that she was asking me for permission, though as was her way, she wouldn't actually say it.
That, for me, had been the first watershed moment. We all knew what we wanted to happen when we had agreed to go out that night, and it had been planned for weeks, but that was the moment it had escalated from being drunk friends talking a good game and fantasising, to my girlfriend saying "Can I touch your best friends hard cock.... Right now".
An exceptionally small part of me had panged with a flash of childish jealousy, and there is no denying that I was suddenly a tiny bit apprehensive. After all, this was to be new ground for all of us, but it was definitely a big moment in mine and Katy's relationship. Indeed, it was a very big moment in our friendship with Mark too. But in that brief blink of an eye, my response was almost immediate. There was no way I was going to say no. Not at that point. I leaned into her ear and gave her the green light she had wanted.
"You better enjoy it then" I had yelled back.
She kissed me hard and leaned herself back against Mark without another word. Right away, I watched as she reached her right hand up behind her head to pull his face into her neck, whilst quickly slipping her left hand down behind her back to his crotch.
She had given me an immediate and highly mischievous grin, running her tongue along her teeth and pulling him harder into her neck, closing her eyes as she rubbed against him. I ached with yearning as I watched him visibly melt into her, reaching his own hand around to cup and firmly squeeze her generous breasts. I knew she would have loved that.
And with that, the touch paper had been lit.
I had frozen for a split second as I caught a fleeting glimpse of his tongue running along her neck, before quickly realising that I couldn't resist any longer and I had moved back in to join them. Pressing my own stiffening cock against Katy as she writhed between us to the thumping beat of the music. I remembered how I had placed my own hand lightly on her arm as she was gripping and rubbing Mark's cock behind her back. Feeling her arm moving and knowing what she was doing as I felt her muscles flexing drove me wild.
Whilst I had known that she wouldn't, because Katy had never been such a risk taker, as we danced together I had imagined how she could have even slipped his cock out through his fly and into her bare hand. My mind had buzzed at the thought of how at that very moment she could have been smearing his sticky pre-cum all over her hand while she played with him.
It was absolutely time to leave.
Tearing my thoughts away from the past, I brought myself back to the present and the agonising taxi ride, realising that my loins were now aching to the point of discomfort. Mark and Katy were still whispering in the back, making my mind race. Had I just heard a kiss? Surely not. We had never talked about kissing rules.
'How had we not talked about kissing??'
'Would she kiss him?'
The thoughts raced through my head. Did I really even mind, considering that I literally could not wait to watch her fuck him? Probably not, but my mind raced nonetheless and I simply had to know what they were doing back there. I just needed one little look.
I turned my head casually and shifted in my seat, asking the taxi driver some inane question to which I didn't care at all about the answer. I glanced into the back for the most fleeting of glimpses. Barely a second. They weren't kissing, but I could see her hand was rested extremely high up on the inside of his thigh, where I had no doubt her pinkie finger was pressed discreetly but deliberately up against his crotch.
Knowing how she had been rubbing his cock in the club, I had no doubt that she had indulged herself further at least a little bit on the ride home. I could also see his arm disappearing behind my seat, to what I assume would be a similar position high up on Katy's leg, ankara yeni escortlar but I couldn't see as she was sat behind me. I swallowed hard at the thought that he could be pressing his fingers up between her legs and quietly rubbing her pussy through her trousers. They would have been more than thin enough for her to feel and enjoy a firmly pressed finger or three in the right place.
At that moment I wanted Mark's hand to be between her legs more than anything. I pictured his fingers wedged hard up between her relaxed thighs, firmly rubbing through the material and thought how maybe that could be why she was giggling. A nervous reaction, perhaps trying to hide from the driver what were actually sighs and soft moans as she throbbed under his touch, biting her lip and squirming against his hand behind my seat.
I allowed my hand to drift down and discreetly squeezed my aching cock in the darkness. I could feel myself pulsing and squeezed harder and faster to the rhythm of the passing streetlights as we sped through the night. Just when I felt I was about to begin losing my mind, and after what had felt like an eternity, the car pulled to a stop outside our small home. It was 2:15am, a little over 40 minutes had passed since that first moment in the club, but as late as it was, I knew that Katy was still aching for more.
I quickly paid the fare while she led a suddenly sheepish and slightly nervous looking Mark firmly by the hand towards our front door. It looked like perhaps this was his own watershed moment. Away from the flowing drinks, the thumping music and the comforting darkness of the club, it appeared to have struck him that he was about to walk into the home of his childhood friend with the intention of fucking his girlfriend, who was herself a long term friend to him. Even more significantly, he was about to touch a woman for the first time, at least as far as we knew, and have her touch him too.
As excited as he no doubt was, I could only imagine how nervous he must be also. It crossed my mind then that perhaps it wasn't going to happen after all, and at that moment I honestly didn't know how I felt about it. Maybe watching Katy dance against him and rub his cock behind her back would be enough for us all this time round? I didn't know.
The door swung open and Katy quietly led Mark inside by the hand. I followed behind and had already taken this as my signal to step back. It was now down to Katy. We had all agreed that if anything were to happen then she would be the one to initiate it. And if at any point she decided that she didn't want to, even if she were to change her mind at the most inappropriate of times, then everything would stop and that would be the end of it. We would just try and simply laugh it all off the next day.
I stepped inside to the dark hallway, closing and locking the door behind me. Katy hadn't turned the light on and I could see her and Mark stood together in the gloom ahead of me at the foot of the stairs. It looked like he was maybe looking suddenly sleepy, and perhaps he could have been. After all, it was now very late and we had been out drinking for several hours, but I thought it was a smart but simple ploy on his part to move quickly upstairs without any awkward small talk. I think Katy sensed it too and she duly played along.
"I think we should get him up to bed" she said. "I think he might've overdone it".
"Okay", I agreed. "You take him up and get him sorted. I'll be there in a minute".
I turned the stairs light on and followed them upstairs, with Mark leaning against the bannister the whole way up. At the top, they turned right and disappeared along the landing towards our bedroom as I excused myself and went straight ahead to the bathroom.
Leaving the two of them alone had been how Katy had decided it should go at first, so that she could try to set Mark at ease on her own. There was a big crack in the old wooden door to our room, and we had talked about how I would leave them for a few minutes and then sneak up to the door to see what was happening, joining them at my discretion. She had said she wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible if it was going to happen, and I had agreed. It made sense for me to step back. I heard the bedroom door click closed behind them and I took the biggest deep breath I have ever taken in my life as I stepped into the bathroom alone.
I leaned on the wash basin and looked at myself in the mirror as I splashed some cold water on my face. I was so turned on that my balls were actually hurting, but the conflict of emotions were beginning to creep in, which I had fully expected. As excited as I was, it was dawning on me that I was actually going to let my best friend fuck my girlfriend, who I loved very much. Or, more significantly for our relationship, I was going to let my girlfriend (who I loved very much) fuck my best friend. Somehow it seemed like a bigger deal when I thought about it that way, allowing myself to accept that Katy wanted him. That she wanted to feel him inside her. sincan oral yapan escortlar So, as I stared at myself in the mirror, fighting with my emotions, I knew I had two very big questions to answer.
`Did I really want to do it? And if I didn't, would I really take it away from Katy, knowing and seeing just how much she wanted it?'
The thought of watching other people having sex in person had always been a huge turn on for me, so the thought of watching Katy playing with someone else seemed like a natural progression to that. But that was before, and this was now; and I had to admit to myself that it did feel different. A fantasy is one thing, but at that very moment, Katy was in our room looking to actually seduce my best friend.
.... And I liked the idea.
After what felt like an hour, but was probably little more than a couple of minutes at the most, I gathered myself up and stepped out of the bathroom. I crept silently along the landing with my eyes never leaving the closed bedroom door and the sliver of light emanating from the long crack that would serve as my peep hole. I made a huge effort to breathe as quietly as possible, because whilst Katy knew I would be there, and Mark probably guessed it, I didn't want to disturb whatever they were saying or doing. I wanted whatever was happening to be as organic as possible.
Drawing in long, silent, open mouthed breaths, I finally made it up to the door. Straining above the frantic thumping of my own excited heartbeat, I tried to hear any little sound that might be audible from the other side, and found that I could make out their muffled voices surprisingly easily. Certainly more than I had expected. I swallowed, hard and dry, and slowly lowered my eye to the crack.
Mark was sat on the middle of our bed with Katy sat to his left, being my right as I watched them. He was leaned back on his left hand, turning slightly to face her and she was leaning on her right hand, turning to face him. It looked like they had just been talking, nothing more. Katy giggled, continuing their conversation. It looked like I had gotten to the door just in time.
".... So if you still want to... can I kiss you?" she asked.
Her conversational smile had given way to the smouldering look I had seen so many times before, as she brought her left hand up to gently touch his cheek. I hadn't expected the tenderness, but I could see that Mark was really nervous. He was visibly trembling. My heart fluttered and my cock throbbed all at once as he smiled and nodded shyly, leaning forward to her waiting mouth. She reached behind his head and pulled him in as she rose to meet him, closing her eyes and submitting to her desires. It was a deep and passionate kiss. One that she had been waiting for, and for some time too.
The instant their lips touched, every single emotion in my body went crazy; and for several seconds I couldn't breathe, move or even think at all. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed by a sudden and uncontrollable barrage of jealousy, betrayal, lust, love, hatred, joy, and countless other emotions. Part of me wanted to burst through the door and beat the shit out of them both right there and then, but another part of me was absolutely captivated and wanted to watch them forever.
My heart raced, my vision blurred, my fists clenched, my loins ached.... Every emotion I had ever known fizzed through my body. I had never experienced anything like it. I realised then how stupid I had been to even think of the question as to if they would kiss. Of course they would.... But the question now became could I handle it? I took a long, deep, shaking breath and focused back through my peep hole.
They were still kissing, slowly but hungrily, but I could see that Katy's hand was now expertly working down Mark's shirt buttons, popping them open one by one. With the last one released, she took her hand and slipped it inside to his naked waist. He flinched at her touch and I heard her giggle mischievously against his mouth, flicking her tongue out and licking his bottom lip before locking her lips with his again. I could hear that their breathing was already becoming excited and heavier, as was the need to squeeze my now aching cock. I reached down and felt the bulge throbbing inside my trousers, squeezing firmly I allowed a gentle sigh to escape as I exhaled deeply. My emotions back under control, at least for now.
Still inside Mark's now open shirt, Katy's hand slowly slid up and over his naked chest to his shoulder, where she guided the garment up and over, dropping it down his arm. She continued to kiss him as he dutifully slipped his hand out of the sleeve and raised his now bare arm to place his hand to the back of her head, cupping her ear and drawing her into him greedily.
Their kisses intensified and I squeezed my cock harder as I noticed their tongues exploring each other's mouths, each of them as hungry as the other. Katy brought her left hand up to Mark's hand as it rested by her face. My heart almost thundered out of my chest as she took it and pulled it down to her left breast, where she promptly moved her hand on top of his and pulled it firmly against her aching bosom, telling him how she wanted him to squeeze. His hand closed around her soft flesh and I ached in my loins as I heard her groan with pleasure against his mouth.