Her Memories of Being Shared that First Time

We drove back to our apartment in silence, no one knowing what to say.  The quiet hung in the car like a fog, enveloping us in our own worlds.  I did not try to guess either of your thoughts.  Instead, I weighed my own.  Should this happen?  Could this happen?  It felt like a dream.

I suspected that it wasn't a joke as soon as my husband said it.  I had a feeling that this was desired by both of you, and the bet was a means to an end.  No one had asked me whether I wanted to participate, but you both knew I would.  You both know me so well.

A question had arisen at the restaurant table regarding the lunar landings on the moon.  I don't remember the specifics, other than my husband giving one opinion and our friend Mike giving another.  I don't recall if I had an opinion.  I suspect not.  Lunar landing facts were not where my interests lie.  A surprisingly lively conversation ensued, with both of you getting more confident in your answers, more aggressive in your tones.  And then the bomb was dropped.  

"I am so sure that I am right, that if I am wrong my wife will give you a blowjob"  I sat speechless.  Did he just bet ME?  Did my husband just bet me?

"I know you're wrong.  So wrong." Discussion continued on what Mike should lose, should he be wrong.  

"It seems fair that if my wife has to pay the price for me being wrong, she should reap the rewards for me being right.  I think you should please her."  Mike smiled and touched my thigh.  My face flushed crimson, and I looked down to avoid giving away my emotions.  I wanted this.  I actually wanted this badly.  

Mike and I were friends in college, and had spent a lot of late nights at the local diner discussing life, love and sex.  He was, and still is, my best friend.  Patrick (my husband) and Mike met through me, but found a tight bond, and the three of us became inseparable.  We traveled together, we saw live music together, and I began to realize that possibly that night we would have sex together.

We stop at a bookstore on the way back, to find a book that confirmed Patrick's answer.  Mike wais wrong.  It was his duty to please me.  I stole glances at Patrick throughout the ride home, to see if he had reservations.  What I saw was a man who was incredibly aroused.  I realized what was about to happen.

Back at the apartment, tension filled the air as I arranged candles while the guys moved the coffee table and spread a quilt on the floor.  I stood by nervously, not sure how things would begin.  Patrick made it easier by pulling me to the middle of the quilt and slowly unbuttoning my blouse.  I stood rigid and still.  I was unsure how Mike would judge my body.  I was unsure if I was attractive.  I am young and unsure in so many things.

I swallowed hard as Patrick pulled open my blouse, revealing my bra.  Mike stood across from me, smiling.  I remained frozen like a deer in headlights, but I felt my nipples harden.  Mike reached out to touch my cheek.  

"Do you want to do this?" he asked simply.  I nodded my head.  My voice would have given away too much of my emotions.  He smiled again and moved his hand to the top of my right breast.  Patrick was still undressing me.  I realized he had released my bra clasp without me noticing.  

My bra fell away from my skin, and my breasts were exposed in the soft glow of candlelight.  I felt a need to pull my hands up and cover each nipple.  I felt too exposed.  I felt like someone had opened my soul for the two men to rummage.  But I still didn't move.  Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I swallowed again.

Patrick lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered for me to take off my jeans.  I moved in slow motion as I watched Mike.  I felt outside of myself, like I was watching the event from above.  I unbuttoned the top button and slowly unzipped the fabric.  Patrick started pulling the jeans down, and the denim pooled at my feet.  

I stepped out.  First, the right leg.  Next, the left.  My panties, chosen with no concept that they would be seen, were plain and light pink.  Patrick touched my backside and moved to lower my panties.  I breathed a little quicker as he dropped them to the floor.  I was fully exposed!  Mike was still smiling, but he walked around me to take a view of my backside.  I felt heat on my face, and I knew that I was blushing.  Patrick picked up my leg.  I took the hint and stepped out of the panties.  

Patrick was back at my ear again.  "Baby, lie down," he directed, without emotion.  As I lowered myself, I brushed his jeans, and noted the full erection in his pants.  I felt satisfaction with that... satisfaction that my body could make that happen.  

I reclined on the quilt, but I did not relax.  I watched as Patrick took off his shirt.  His muscles were more pronounced in the candlelight.  Mike was stripping down as well.  He is not as built as Patrick, but attractive nonetheless.  Patrick sat on the floor with his back against the couch.

He opened his legs and motioned for me to nest into him.  I moved and settled my back to his chest.  I maneuvered my ass against his clothed crotch.  Again, I felt his hardness.

Patrick whispered for me to give him my arms.  I put my arms by my sides.  He wrapped his arms around me, trapping my arms within his, andpulled me on top of his chest.  My arms were pinned.  I could easily free them, I was not helpless, but it was clear that I was not to touch.  I was just to receive.  

Patrick whispered in my ear to spread my legs.  I took a few quick breaths, closed my eyes, and opened myself.  Patrick reached to my folds with both of his hands, and pulled my lips back to expose me fully.  He held my folds open.  The gesture caught me off guard.  

Then it hit me.  He was opening me for Mike.  He was offering me to Mike.  I opened my eyes and saw Mike kneeling before me.  Our eyes connected, and I felt his tongue exploring me.  My eyes closed again as I enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body.  

Then Mike stretched out over me as I lay above my husband.  I opened my eyes to find myself face-to-face with Mike, staring into his eyes, as his hardness began its way into my body.  My husband's hands were trapped between my body and Mike's.  Patrick's hands were cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples.

Mike had his hands on the floor on either side of me, supporting his weight as he pumped me.  He felt so good inside me.  It actually felt good to be in my husband's arms as Mike began to work me harder.

I exploded, causing my body to twist between the two men.  Then I felt Mike press hard into me and hold himself there as his hardness expanded, and then shot inside me.  I climaxed again, nearly blacking out.

We all three lay that way for a while before Mike lifted his body away from mine.  As Mike stood up, my husband rolled me off his chest and onto my side.  He hugged and kissed me.

After Mike left, Patrick took me to bed and screwed me gently, until he too climaxed.  We slept.

It is the following morning now as I write my memories into my diary.  As last night's events unfolded I felt dirty, used, at first.  But things changed as I felt my husband hold my pussy lips apart, offering me to Mike... as Mike licked and sucked me while my husband had his arms around me... as Mike filled and pounded me while I lay on my husband's chest... as my friend and I shared mind-shattering orgasms with my husband's blessing... as my husband reaffirmed his love for me by making gentle love to me later.

Last night I was initially embarrassed, unsure of myself.   Today I feel so fulfilled, happy about what I shared with the two most important men in my life.


