Page 81 of Once a Month

“Hey, we’re not half bad,” she says as she puts on her shirt.

“Yeah, I take offense to that,” her wife says as she climbs off the bed and pulls open a drawer to find a new pair of underwear.

“You’re assuming my smile is only about her. I enjoyed myself tonight, too. I like that thing you did with the ice,” I tell them.

“Yet, you still won’t participate,” she says as she pulls on a pair of pants.

“We said we wouldn’t pressure her,” her wife says, wrapping her arms around the woman from behind.

“And I’m not. I’m just mentioning that she seems to enjoy herself every time, and we’d love for her to enjoy it more.”

“It’s true. I’d really love to enjoy you,” my friend says, staring at me with lust in her eyes. “I love watching you make yourself come, but I’d also like to do it one day.”

“I want to,” I admit. “I’m not sure what’s holding me back, honestly.”

“She is,” my friend says.

“She has nothing to do with this,” I tell her, pointing between myself and the two of them.

“She’s sexy,” my friend says. “I wouldn’t mind if you two came into our room and we got to watch you this time.”

“She got us a room,” I tell them.

“It’s a hotel,” one of them says.

“I know, but she put in some special request. The other rooms are just up for grabs, but I guess we have one.”

“Just for you two?”

“I hope so,” I say, standing up and buttoning my jeans.

“Maybe next time, then,” one of them says. “If you trust her, I do, too. Maybe one day, we could all have one night of real fun.”

“It hasn’t been fun for you yet?” her wife teases, kissing her neck.

“Oh, I had a lot of fun about five minutes ago,” she says, taking her wife’s hand and sliding it inside her underwear. “And I could go again if you’re interested.”

“Always,” she says as she strokes.

I stand there and watch.

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I arrive dressed in my suit, as usual, and discover my friends are already at the bar. They’re an interesting couple, to say the least. I don’t know that I’ve ever met a married couple quite like them. They seem to understand each other in a way I’ve surely never seen before. I know they want to take things to the next level with all three of us touching each other, and there’s a part of me that definitely wants to do that, but there’s also a part of me that says I only want to do it if she’s there. I knew I liked watching people before I started coming to these things, but she has opened me up to explore things I never knew I wanted; things I now know I need.

“So, where’s your girl?” my friend asks as I walk up to them.

I order myself a drink and then decide to order one for her, too. I don’t really know what she likes to drink, and we don’t always have drinks, so I’m definitely guessing, but hopefully, she’ll drink whatever I order for her.

“She’s not here yet,” I tell her.

“Any chance she won’t show? Didn’t you say she was out of town? Just because she paid for the room thing doesn’t mean she’ll be here for sure,” she says.

“She just doesn’t want you to get your hopes up,” her wife adds.

“I guess I just worry about you. If you’re only with her when you’re here, and then she stops coming – well, you know…” she says.

“I know. I understand.”

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