The Apartment, Part 2

?We need to talk.? Denise burst though the door to our apartment towing a rolling overnight bag.* I almost fell off the barstool I was sitting on. I was on the dining area side of the kitchen counter. I caught myself and stood up with a ?deer in the headlights? look on my face. A white see through thong was my only garment. ?Uh, hi Denise,? I stuttered. ?Sure. Let me go put something on.? ?Oh no you don?t, mister. We?re having this out here and now, while Roger is parking the car,? she said angrily. Roger was my roommate in the pied-a-terre we kept in the Washington, D.C. metro area. Denise was his wife. I was expecting Roger this evening, but Denise was a complete surprise. My whole torso felt hot as my full-body blush went to beet red. ?Have what out? What are you talking about?? I asked, painfully aware of how exposed I was. ?I asked you to help Roger, not corrupt him and steal him from me!? she exclaimed, her grey eyes stormy. Her words suddenly brought the absurdity of the entire situation to my attention, and I broke out in laughter. ?What? Are you kidding?? I said as I regained control. ?Do you have any idea how absurd that premise is, and on how many levels?? ?So you deny it?? she demanded. ?Deny what? Weren?t you the one who even broached the topic of me and Roger, to me, just last week?? I responded. ?Let?s take the most ridiculous first. There is no way I?d ever try to ?steal Roger? from you. He requires way too much care and feeding, and I love Carol too much to ever want to leave her. As for corrupting Roger, I don?t know what you two have been talking about, but you need to communicate more. We didn?t do anything last week that he wasn?t already experienced with!? Her fiery demeanor instantly cooled, and she took a huge breath. She smiled and said, ?Thank you. I?m sorry for being so brusque, but if you had been evasive you would have confirmed my worst fears. I guess I let my imagination run away with me.? She brushed my cheek, then gave me a chaste kiss and continued quietly. ?As it is, thank you for all you?ve done for Roger. He?s a changed man. You may well have saved our marriage. I?ll never forget it.?* ?So this was a set up? An act? Where?s Roger?? I replied, more than a little miffed. ?Yes, I?m sorry,? she said meekly. ?I know we talked, and I know I asked. I guess I just had to be absolutely sure. Please forgive me??* Now she stepped closer to me, and kissed me on the lips. My mind began to reel. What was going on here? And then Roger walked in carrying his computer and an overnight bag. Denise pulled back and excused herself to drop her bag in their bedroom. ?I?d have called and warned you but she insisted on surprising you,? he explained in a whisper. ?Watch it. She?s got something up her sleeve. She just packed her bag and headed to the car with me.? I nodded my head and ducked back into my bedroom to pull on shorts and a tee shirt. Roger and Denise lived on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a six-plus hour drive up to D.C. that Roger made weekly to meet with clients, lobbyists, and government officials. Carol and I lived in Texas, and I spent about two weeks at a time in D.C. when I wasn?t travelling on business. It wasn?t unheard of for either of our wives to be present when we were in our Northern Virginia digs, though all four of us were only there together once in the past eighteen months.* As I came back out of my room I saw Roger pouring three bourbons. I took mine and downed the two fingers in one gulp, then gestured for him to hit me again. I helped by putting a couple of cubes of ice in each glass. ?Well she sure caught me off guard,? I said quietly. ?I know she and Carol talked the other day, but Carol didn?t give me indication that Denise seemed upset. What did she say in the car?? ?Nothing,? he said, almost in a whisper. ?She was just sightseeing and talking Escort bodrum about how she was going to go to the Freer Gallery this week. She wouldn?t even answer any of my direct questions. Just told me to shut up and drive.? I sipped this second drink more slowly, but then nearly snorted a sip back out my nose. Denise came back in the room. Roger choked on his bourbon. ?Oh, you changed?? Denise asked me, moving over and picking up her glass. ?I don?t want you guys to have to change anything just because I?m here. Roger told me you like to wear thongs around the house, and I just thought I?d join you to make you more comfortable.? She most definitely did not make me feel more comfortable. Denise wore nothing but a pair of high cut silk panties. I don?t know how long I stared, but I sure got an eyeful of my best friend?s wife. Her breasts were magnificent. They measured at least 36c with large nipples and aureoles the size of a 50-cent piece. They stood high for a woman in her early fifties who had borne and nursed three boys. Her hips were full, but carried no excess fat. Her light brown hair had blonde highlights, and her grey eyes, so stormy just a couple of minutes before, were now lit with playfulness. ?Denise, what are you doing?? Roger demanded. He was blushing furiously just as I had a few minutes ago. ?I?m apologizing, Roger,? Denise said, meekly. ?I was very rude to Steve just now, and I need to make it up to him. Besides that, I?m serious about nothing changing just because I?m here, including you two making love. That?s what you intended when Roger got here, wasn?t it Steve?? This time I did snort some bourbon through my nose. ?I wouldn?t say that I had any specific intentions, Denise,? I said, the question reminding me to pull my tongue back into my mouth. ?But I wouldn?t have turned Roger down if he?d asked.? Roger blushed a brighter red. ?Well, how about if both of us asked?? Denise said, cocking her hip seductively and sipping her drink. ?What do you mean?? I asked. ?I mean I want to make my behavior up to you, and you don?t have to go to bed with blue balls tonight,? She replied. ?You can have Roger, and you can have me too, if you want.? She stepped close to me again and kissed me. This was a much fuller and longer kiss than just moments ago. Roger and I were both stunned. Denise, while exuding sensuality, had never in thirty years of marriage given Roger any indication of willingness to open their bed to others. Denise and I had engaged in a little harmless flirting, but I never picked up on any desire to act on those flirtations.* Now here was Roger?s wife not only saying she was fine with Roger and I picking up sexually where we left off last week, but that she wanted to join in. I took a deep breath and forced myself to think. Things were moving really fast here, and great care was needed. I noticed a slight tremor in Roger?s lower lip, and his face was bright red. ?Denise,? I started, trying hard to keep any quaver out of my voice. ?You mentioned that you found my profile ?sexy? when we spoke last week, before Roger and I had our first encounter. And I think you know now that Carol and I have an open, or at least not closed, relationship. But shouldn?t you be consulting Roger before making a pass at me? I know I?ll have to consult Carol before this goes any further.? ?You?re damn right about that!? Roger said, glaring at his wife. ?What?s got into you?? ?Honey, I just want to be a part of all of your life,? Denise said, pleading with Roger. ?I know you are more attracted to men than women, and I?m okay with that. I?m even okay if you are more physically attracted to Steve specifically than me. But if we share him, wouldn?t that be even better for our overall relationship?? I laid a hand on Roger?s arm and said, ?Take a deep breath and think about what Escort Kuşadası she?s saying, buddy. She might be on to something here.? ?You just want to fuck my wife!? Roger replied, becoming indignant. ?No, I want to fuck you,? I stated flatly, looking him squarely in the eye. ?It?s your wife who wants to join that, not me looking for some strange. And if it helps I?d be happy to share Carol with you, as long as she were willing.? ?And she is,? Denise interjected. ?We talked for nearly two hours the other day, and we were surprised by what we concluded. Roger, Carol finds you very attractive. She is really happy that you and Steve are lovers. And we agreed that we?d rather keep our marriages strong by being full partners, share and share alike.? Roger was nonplussed. As fast as I felt events were moving, he must have felt like Denise and I were at warp speed while he was still on the ground. He took a long pull on his bourbon and gathered his thoughts, considering the logic. ?Would that work?? Roger asked me. ?Could we really be a foursome?? ?Well I don?t know about a ?foursome? in the classic sexual sense,? I replied. ?Carol has never shown any interest in women, but yes, I think my relationship with my wife and our friendship are both strong enough for me to see you fucking Carol without jealousy. Carol and I don?t share all the details of our extracurricular activity, but we know that we both have fun on the side. Carol is really supportive of you and I having sex. So, apparently, is Denise. I don?t see what Denise is suggesting as all that big a leap.? Denise remained silent, allowing her husband the space to think. All three of us had practically forgotten that she was almost nude, standing in the kitchen. She sipped her drink again and watched Roger?s face as he worked through the problem. ?You know what, you?re right,? Roger finally said to Denise. ?But you need to get an idea of what that really means before you take that leap Steve is talking about.? With that he put down his drink, stepped over to me, grabbed my head, and stuck his tongue down my throat. Just like last week, Roger could be surprising in his own right.* Denise took in a sharp breath as I returned Roger?s kiss. Up until this moment the thought of her husband?s gay tendencies was an intellectual and emotional exercise for her. Now she was confronted with the reality, she found that it turned her on immensely. She leaned in and joined us. This was incredible. My head was spinning and my cock was hardening. Just last week my fantasy of fucking my roommate became reality, with our wives? knowledge and blessings. Now his wife was joining in. For a bisexual swinger like myself, this was almost heaven. But there was one more thing to do before I let things with Roger and Denise get out of hand. I broke away from our three-way kiss and walked over to my desk. Picking up my phone, I hit my most oft-used speed dial icon. The phone rang three times before Carol picked up. ?Hiya, sexy!? Carol said brightly. ?Hi hon, how are you doing?? I asked. ?As always, much better when I?m talking with you. How is your evening, and to what do I owe the call?? she replied. ?Everything is great,? I said. ?I?m standing here with Roger and Denise, and I want to bounce something off of you.? ?Yes,? she said, short circuiting my explanation. ?Yes what?? I asked. ?Yes, Denise and I talked,? she said. ?You already know that I?m thrilled that you and Roger are together. Yes, I?m okay if she joins in. Yes, I?m intrigued by the thought of joining in myself. And yes, I love you more than life itself and I?m so grateful to you for wanting to call and talk with me before you did anything with them.? My ears started ringing. Was I hearing things? Dreaming? Was I dead and on the way to heaven? Was my wife really encouraging me to bodrum escort go fuck my roommate?s wife? She?d already told me it was okay to fuck my roommate. And she was thinking of joining in too? Married over thirty years, we both had our share of affairs, and had settled into a very comfortable ?don?t ask/don?t tell? arrangement. I had my liaisons and she had her trysts. But this was a whole new world. ?It breaks our unwritten rule, but I guess we?re completely rewriting the rule book since last week, aren?t we?? I asked. ?Yeah, I guess we are,? she replied. ?I?ve been thinking about this call a lot, and I started to go ahead and talk to you yesterday, but Denise had some doubts that she needed to clear up. This call tells me that she?s past those now, huh?? ?Yeah, given that she?s standing here in nothing but a pair of panties, I?d say that those are pretty well laid to rest,? I chuckled. ?That bitch!? Carol said with a laugh. ?Put me on speaker.? I walked back into the kitchen, placed the phone on the counter, and pressed the appropriate buttons. My heart was turning back flips worthy of an Olympic gymnast, my palms were sweating, and my hardon was trying to rip the seam of my thong. ?Okay, baby, you?re on,? I said. ?Denise, are you really standing naked with my husband?? Carol demanded. Now it was Denise?s turn to blush profusely. ?Yes, Carol, I am. I hope that we?re still cool?? Denise replied. ?Well, you owe me a bottle of wine, you slut!? Carol said. ?I told you to trust Steve. I win our bet. You better make it up to him.? Denise smiled, her color returning to normal. ?Oh, I will honey, I promise. I?ve already asked his forgiveness, and now Roger?s going to help me make amends.? ?I wish I were there, I?d have Roger make all his amends to me,? Carol said. ?This is all still a little weird, but I?m liking it. I can?t wait to get my hands on your man! Now go kiss my husband, and you guys have fun.? ?Bye Honey, God I love you,? I jumped in. ?Good night, my love,? Carol said. ?Call me tomorrow and fill in all the dirty details.? This last was yet another something new, and I caught my breath as I replied. ?Okay, I will, if you really want to know. Goodnight!? ?I do, I really do,? Carol said. ?I love you. Goodnight.? And she broke the connection. I looked up at my roommate and his wife. They were in a passionate embrace, with Roger?s hands firmly planted on Denise?s ass cheeks, while Denise had a hand down Roger?s pants. I considered the phone call just ended, and decided that I was overdressed. I dropped my shirt and pants on the barstool, but kept the thong on for now. Denise?s eyes bulged a bit when she saw the way my thong was tenting up, but she kept up her snogging with Roger. I approached the pair from Roger?s back, molding myself to his body and reaching around to fondle both his nipples through his shirt and Denise?s hard, exposed nubbins. I rubbed my cock lewdly on Roger?s rump, and started kissing his neck. Denise broke their kiss and leaned around Roger. She snaked her tongue out between her lips and licked my cheek to get my attention. I turned and tongue wrestled with her for a long moment. Then we looked into each other?s eyes and wordlessly communicated our next moves. Denise had already loosened Roger?s belt and pants to work her hand into his boxers. Now she was pushing both his pants and underwear down by the waistband. I began unbuttoning Roger?s shirt, while continuing to kiss and lick his neck and earlobe. ?Roger told me about how you licked his nipples,? Denise said to me with a wicked grin as I pulled Roger?s shirt from his shoulders.* Denise ducked her head to grasp Roger?s left nipple in her teeth as she pushed his pants down past his knees. She nibbled, licked, and sucked for several moments before kneeling to remove Roger?s shoes and help him step out of his pants. I threw Roger?s shirt over onto the countertop. Roger was now standing in nothing but a pair of dark dress socks. His cock was literally jumping with excitement.* Denise turned her attention to Roger?s cock, grasping it in one hand as she licked the drop of precum that was oozing out his cockhead.