I woke to the sound of laughter, loud, bright, impossible to ignore. I pulled on a robe and went downstairs, Emily and Jenna were in the kitchen, shoes off, dresses rumpled, glowing from their night out. Takeout boxes covered the counter. Jenna was reenacting something ridiculous; Emily was already laughing too hard to stand straight.
“Scott!” Emily called when she saw me, leaning on Jenna for balance. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I didn’t mind. Their joy filled the room. Emily’s hair was falling out of its bun, the cross on her necklace catching the light as she giggled. Jenna whispered something to her, and they laughed again.
“We’re just finishing the party,” Emily said, teasing. “You can watch. You like to watch." Jenna looked at her, puzzled by the turn of phrase. Emily stumbled into the living room and snapped her fingers with mock imperiousness.
"Bring us more wine. "
Jenna was halfway through another loud story when I brought them refilled glasses of wine. Emily was laughing so hard she snorted. She wiped her eyes, looked at me, and said it without thinking
"Thank you, My Cuckold."
The word hit the air like a gunshot. Jenna froze. Her smile didn’t fall so much as stall, like she was trying to make sure she’d heard that right. Emily's face went red instantly.
“Em,” Jenna said slowly, eyebrows lifting. “What… did you just call him?”
Emily’s hands flew to her face. “Oh my God. Jenna, I didn’t...I mean, I wasn’t...it’s just a joke, it’s nothing, forget it.”
She sounded terrified. Afraid of exposing the private world we kept so carefully hidden. I stepped forward, trying to soften everything.
“It’s okay,” I said, keeping my voice calm, steady. “Really.”
Emily peeked at me between her fingers, eyes wide and pleading. Jenna glanced between us, confused but mostly just curious. Concerned, even. “Emily,” she said gently, “I’m not judging you. I just… don’t understand what that meant.”
Emily shook her head hard. “I shouldn’t have said it. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
“Em,” I said quietly, “it’s okay. Jenna’s your best friend. We can trust her.” Jenna’s expression softened even more at that. She wasn’t prying. She wasn’t mocking. She was just trying to understand why her best friend suddenly looked like she’d been caught doing something terrible.
“If it’s something private,” she said, watching us with a seriousness she rarely showed. "I’ll respect that. I just want you to know I’m not going to freak out or anything.”
Emily took a big swig of her wine. Too big. She coughed and sputtered. Jenna checked that Emily was OK before sitting cross‑legged on the rug. Emily curled into the corner of the couch, and took a long sip, more carefully this time, then set her glass down with a shaky clink.
“Okay, I… I guess I should explain.” she said quietly. “I think I want to explain.”
Jenna nodded, patient. Emily looked at me again, searching my face for reassurance. I gave her a small nod. She took a breath.
“Scott has been… watching me,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “With some men.” Jenna blinked. Not shocked. Not understanding at all.
“Watching you… how?”
"He's been watching men fuck me. In the garage," Emily winced. She hadn't meant to be so blunt. She rushed to explain. “It’s not something I ever thought I’d do. Or something I ever thought I’d want. But it made us closer. It made us trust each other more. And Scott... supports me. Completely.”
She looked at me again, eyes warm and scared at the same time. “And I didn’t want to tell anyone,” she said. “Not because it’s wrong. Just because it’s ours. And I didn’t want people to think badly of Scott. Or of me.”
“Jenna’s not going to think badly of us.” I whispered gently. I sat on the couch beside Emily.
Jenna nodded immediately. “Of course not. You’re my best friend. And Scott’s… well, Scott’s Scott. I know you two love each other. That’s all I care about.”
"I didn’t mean to say that word,” Emily murmured. “It just slipped out.”
"It’s okay.” Jenna took a sip of her wine, still watching Emily with that steady, gentle expression. “If you want to tell me more, I’m here. If you don’t, that’s okay too.”
Emily looked infinitely relieved.
Jenna swirled her wine, watching Emily with sharp eyes. The room felt quieter now.
“So…” Jenna said slowly. “If Scott’s been watching… who exactly has he been watching you with?”
Emily’s breath caught. I saw it, the tiny hitch in her chest, the way her fingers tightened around her glass. She wasn’t scared. She was excited. Thrilled, even. Being able to speak openly, even a little, lit something in her. But she still shook her head. “I can’t say names.”
Jenna didn’t even blink. She didn’t need to think. She just looked at me, then at Emily, then back at me.
“It’s David, isn’t it.”
Emily’s eyes went wide. “Jenna...”
“It’s David,” Jenna repeated, "He's always with you. And strangely protective of you. And you two have that weird… closeness. Not romantic. Just… something.” Emily didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Her silence was loud enough. I felt her glance at me, checking if she’d gone too far, if she’d revealed too much. I gave her a small nod. It was okay. Jenna wasn’t judging. She was just connecting dots.
Jenna didn’t let the silence linger long .“So… David isn’t the only one?” she asked, tilting her head, watching Emily closely.
Emily shook her head immediately. “No. There are more. But I’m not going to say who.”
Jenna didn’t push. She just nodded, absorbing it. “Okay. Fair enough.”
Then she turned to me. “What does Scott get out of all this?”
I opened my mouth… and nothing came out.
“I… I don’t know how to explain it,” I said finally. “It’s just… ours. It makes us close. It makes us trust each other. It’s not something I can put into words.”
Jenna watched me for a moment, then looked back at Emily. “Is Scott with other women too?”
Emily’s head snapped up. “He can be,” she said quickly. “If he ever wanted to. But he’s never asked.”
I blinked. I hadn't know that Emily felt that way. I doubt she'd thought about it at all until just that instant.
“I didn’t know you’d allow that,” I said quietly. Emily shrugged, smiling at me gently. "But it's not what I want. My pleasure comes from her pleasure."
She scooted closer on the couch, leaning into me, her shoulder brushing mine. Our eyes met and we smiled. Jenna groaned loudly and flopped backward on the rug.
“Oh my God. You two are disgustingly sweet." Her eyes were twinkling. Jenna has always been Emily's mischievous friend. She looked at me. "At least I can tell you're happy about it."
I was puzzled for a minute. Then noticed where her eyes were. My bathrobe had fallen open and my cock was hard against my boxers. A little wet patch of precum was soaking through. I covered myself. Jenna pouted a little.
"I'll just go deal with this," I moved as if to stand up.
"Oh, don't go." Jenna suggested. She took another sip of her wine. "The conversations just gotten very interesting."
"Don't go," Emily repeated. But her voice had a totally different tone. She was thinking about something.
"I've never watched you with another women." The words were slow in coming. Emily was thinking about this hard and choosing her words carefully. "And I honestly don't think I'm ready for that. But what if..."
The pause was long. Very long. I finally gasped deeply. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath.
"Scott," Emily said. Her voice was very, very earnest. "Would you jerk off? For me...and for Jenna?"
Jenna looked shocked and delighted. But she didn't say a word.
I looked into Emily's eyes. I'd never thought of it before, but suddenly I wanted to perform for them. I wanted them to see.
I pulled down my boxers slowly. My cock was already hard and just the slight touch of the fabric made me harder still. My head was wet with precum and I twitched a little as I felt the cold air. I took my cock in my right hand and realized that the fabric of my robe made everything awkward.
I stood up and fumbled to get it off. It wasn't sexy or seductive in any way. Not the beginning that I'd hoped for. When I finally shrugged it off, I realized that I was standing mere inches from Jenna, my hard cock almost at her lips. She was looking up at me with big green eyes. I could feel the pulse of my heart beat in my cock.
I took a step back and sank down to the couch again. There was a soft sigh. I couldn't tell if it was relief or disappointment. I couldn't tell who it came from.
I looked into Jenna’s eyes and grasped myself again. I started to move slowly. It felt incredibly good. To have two women watching me, fixated on my cock. Their eyes focused on my hand.
“Wait,” Emily said. She leaned over, took me in her mouth. Pushed me to the back of her throat. I pulsed and bucked. Her mouth was warm and very, very wet. She pulled back, leaving my cock slick with her saliva. She smiled and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “Go ahead.”
My cock was slippery now and slipped through my grasp easily. Knowing that Jenna had just watch Emily suck my cock, even for an instant, was amazing. My cock was pulsing to the motion of my hand now. I looked down, saw my cock glistening with my wife’s moisture. Jenna’s eyes just past it. She was closer than I remembered. Close enough to touch
My hand was faster on my cock now. Emily grasped my other hand tightly. Her breathing urging me on. The climax building in me. I looked up again. Emily’s hand was tangled in Jenna’s hair, almost like she was urging her friend forward.
A pulse of pleasure surged through me. My muscles tensed. Stars swam across my vision, even as my eyes closed. A second pulse. A third. I erupted into the air, cum covering my cock and my hand. I shuddered and collapsed against the couch.
Emily smiled down at me. She closed my robe a little and kissed my lips.
“You should go clean up. I’ll be up shortly.” I stumbled to my feet, trying not get cum on anything. I climbed the stairs shakily and went into the bathroom. Just before I closed the door Jenna shouted from down the stairs.
“This isn’t over, Scott.” The room dissolved into giggles.