ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (153 page)

              “Hello,” Sarah said. “What's your name?”

              She came over to stand right in front of Jake, and before he could find his tongue to answer undid her bra and let it drop to the floor, then slipped her panties down over her hips so they could follow.

              “I . . . uh . . . my name is Jake,” he stumbled through his words like a teenager seeing a girl naked for the first time.

              “How do you think I look, Jake?” she asked him.

              Jake didn't know what to say. Here was this beautiful goddess that Sam had somehow gotten to say yes to marriage, who was so hot that Jake was starting to understand why Sam might not care if she occasionally scratch an itch that he couldn't get to with another partner. Jake wondered if there was a right or wrong answer. If Sarah was expecting him to gush about it, or if she wanted him to not give her any real compliments like how some girls thrive over being treated poorly. Jake looked over at Sam to see him rubbing his hand over the crotch of his dress pants. Then Jake looked back at Sarah and tried his best to say something intelligent.

              “I think you look fucking amazing,” Jake said. “And I'd love to fuck you.”

              Sarah leaned forward, letting her breasts hang in front of Jake's face, and ran her finger from the base of his neck up to his chin to point his face up to her own.

              “I'd love to fuck you,” she said. “But I only can if my husband says so. Last time I fucked one of his friends he wasn't too happy with me at all. I really hurt him, and I don't want to do that again.”

              “You aren't, don't worry baby,” Sam said breathlessly. “But for now just give him a sexy lap dance and grind you pussy on his hard dick through denim. Maybe in the future we could talk about more, but for now let's just do this. And, by the way dear, I'd like to introduce you to our new best man. I've known Jake for many, many years now. We went to middle school, then high school together. But back in the day he wasn't like he is now. He was more of a nerd than anything. But I think most people knew that if he applied himself to the gym he'd become the hard body we see today.”

              Jake didn't know if Sam was talking so much because he was nervous or afraid, aroused or repelled and trying to cover it up. He figured that maybe the fetish wasn't as black and white as he had thought before. Maybe Sam was all of those things at once sometimes, and that's what he liked the most about it. If so Jake could kind of understand that, although he wouldn't ever want to put himself in the situations that Sam put himself in for the very reasons that Sam was having heartache now—there was just too much gray area for anyone that had hard and fast boundaries, especially one partner lets the other do whatever they want while being a submissive.

              “What if I told you to fuck me?” Jake asked.

              He was as surprised at himself as the other two seemed to be at him for asking the question. Jake thought it was a fair question since he was participating in the fetish with them. Sarah didn't answer though, she just looked at his dick throbbing against his tight jeans and licked her lips.

              “Baby, will you give this man a lap dance or what?” Sam broke in.

              The question went unanswered as Sarah mounted Jake and started grinding on his dick. For a while, when the lap dance got especially intense, Jake lost track of time. When Sarah leaned over and bit his lower lip, pulling it before letting it slip through her teeth, he forgot all about Sam being in the room. When the lap dance ended as suddenly as it had begun, after Sarah had spent precious moments tenderly rubbing her big tits in Jake's face and trying to get a grip on his cock through his jeans, Jake didn't know what to do. He didn't want it to end but knew that if he asked her to continue, or to go even further than continuing without consent of her partner, that the relationship, along with his friendship with Sam, might be completely and totally destroyed to the point that there was no way they'd ever be able to stitch all the pieces of themselves back together again. But Jake didn't ask Sarah to continue. Instead he sat quietly and listened to Sam prattle on about how hot it had been.

              “Oh my God! That was the best thing I've ever seen! Jake, tell me, how was it when you saw the study door crack and all of the sudden you knew! I could see on you're face that you knew! I mean, how was it though? Did you think it would happen like it did or was this all a complete surprise to you?”

              Jake didn't know what to say. He wondered if this was how he would feel during the speech tomorrow if he choked up and instead of speaking just stood in front of hundreds of people with his glass raised in an ever failing to launch toast. But finally he found some words, even though they weren't the ones he would have chosen in the perfect situation where he would have had all of his wits about him.

              “Is that would you did with your best friend? Or did it go further and then just spiraled out of control?”

              Right after he'd spoken he knew he'd said something shouldn't have, he could tell by the look on Sam's face, like something in the carpet had suddenly become sharp and tickled his foot the wrong way.

              “I mean,” Sam started, then stopped. “I mean, yes. Pretty much that is exactly what was going on. I mean, they weren't supposed to have sex when I wasn't around. That was a rule. And I guess they'd just decided that the rule didn't matter at all.”

              Jake nodded and tried to think of something to say that would make things better, but then gave up.

              “Listen,” he said. “Can you call me a cab quick? I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding, all right?”

              He was thankful that Sam was so willing to pay for the cab up front so they'd bump him to the top of the waiting list. As the cab pulled away from Sam's cookie cutter mansion he wished that there had been a way for him to wiggle out of having to come to the wedding at all, much less be the best man. He also wondered, but only for a moment, why in the world a woman as hot as Sarah was doing with Sam. He knew, though. He knew that Sarah was with him because of his money and future earning potential. And why shouldn't she be if he's going to let her do whatever she wants? But she had just fucked that up, though, and she had acted like she knew she was in trouble during the lap dance—at several points she'd looked over at Sam for approval before going forward any further.

              When Jake got to his hotel he passed out with his clothes on. He woke early in the morning, hung over, wishing he wouldn't have to don his uniform in a few hours to help Sam marry a woman that had just been grinding her pussy on his crotch the night before.

              The wedding was packed with people and Jake was already slightly too drunk. But not way too drunk, or even drunk enough that he was worried about fucking up the speech. But drunk enough where he knew he should at least slow down his drinking.

              “How are you, young man?”

              It was another old veteran, all hunched over and using a walker to get around, extending a gnarled hand out to Jake in thanks for his service.

              “I'm fine, sir,” Jake said. “And I want you to know that I appreciate all you and your generation did for this nation. I know that we haven't lived up to our promises to you older veterans and I want you to know that I'm very sorry that the VA continues to let so many down.”

              The man thanked Jake and continued on his way with his equally adorably old wife.

              “Man, everyone is loving the shit out of you right now.”

              It was Sam, who Jake could tell was already drunk.

              “Where's the bi guy at?” Jake asked. “You went to the trouble of telling all the good ole boys in town at the bar about how he likes the dick on occasion, and told me that I'd have to get hit on him a bunch, but he's nowhere to be found!?”

              “Look at you! Already tipsy and having a good time!” Sam said with a belly laugh. “Listen, he's right over there. See him? Well, it looks like he saw you because here he comes, making his way over. And you know what? He'll have some good news for you. At least I hope.”

              Sam strode away without any further explanation. Jake shook his head and wondered what kind of weird game Sam was playing now, and if he wanted anything to do with it. What kind of guy was Sam, anyway? It seemed more and more that Jake really didn't know anything about him, like he'd suspected the night before. The Sam that he'd known in high school had been a good hearted kid that had never tried to pull a fast one or play a mind game with anybody. He'd been the kid who'd pick up trash in the hall and throw it away, even if it might make him to class. Those were the kinds of things that had made them friends so many years ago. But that was a long time ago now, and Jake knew that people changed. Parts of friendship sometimes required that old friends get more leeway in their seemingly eccentric ways because it might just be them changing.

              Jake had just started to try to parse out his sober thoughts from his drunks thoughts on how he was feeling deep down about the status of Sam and his friendship when Brian walked up and grabbed his crotch.

              “You like that, soldier boy?” Brian said. “My name is Brian, by the way. The 'bi' guy that our fat, red little friend told you about. I guess I'm supposed to be some kind of super aggressive dude to you, so here it is.”
              Jake batted his hand away and looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen. It would be really hard to get people to take his speech seriously if they thought he might be fucking another one of the groomsmen behind the grooms back, and maybe literally behind everyone's back who was here, in some back room tucked away.

              “What the fuck,” Jake whispered. “You need to cool it before someone thinks something weird is going on.”

              “New friend,” Brian said. “Everyone already thinks something weird is going on because Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut about Sarah cheating on him. So there's that. And also that Sarah is kind of known for running around town behind Sam's. But it was happening so much and then stopped so suddenly that people started to wonder if Sam hadn't given it the OK and then pulled the plug later.”

              “Sam said you had something for me? Or that you were going to tell me something?” Jake said. “I can't remember exactly right now but I bet you have a good idea of what he might be talking about.”

              “I do, actually,” Brian turned and glanced around this time.

              Jake took the moment of silence in conversation to study Brian. He was a mid-twenties guy with a slim build and nice smile. He didn't have any jewelery on, and even though his hair was long, curling locks it wasn't messy or greasy. He looked like the kind of guy girls fall in love with at first glance, before he even has a chance to offer to buy a drink.

              “Well what is it?” Jake asked softly.

              “Don't freak out when I tell you this,” Brian said as he leaned toward Jake conspiratorially.

              Jake nodded in consent.

              “All right, well, as you know,” Brian started. “Sam has a thing for watching guys with his girl, thinking about guys with his girl, and even sending his girl over to other dudes houses for a night of getting her pussy pounded.”

              Jake didn't say anything, and instead just looked at Brian like he'd better be going somewhere good with all of this.

              “OK, so stay with me. Sam, our mutual friend of strange sexual tastes, wants yourself and I to have a bisexual threesome with his wife. He says that it's the only way that you can fuck his wife. And that if you don't go along with it he'll be very deeply offended.”
              Jake was stunned.

              “I was joking about that last part,” Brian said with a laugh. “He said that if you don't want to it's all good. But you won't get to fuck Sarah any other way but this way.”

              “All right,” Jake said without hesitation and with conviction.

              Brian led Jake to a back room of the event center the wedding was taking place at, on a couch squeezed in a room with a bunch of props,. There wasn't much pomp or fan fair, not that Jake needed any. He'd just come to think of Sam as a little eccentric and wondered if things would get any stranger, like some kind of therapist being there to watch and maybe take notes or ask the participants questions about their feelings.

              “All right,” Brian said as they entered the room. “Keep an eye out for things to hit your head on or stub your toes against. This place is pretty cramped back here. I checked it out earlier this week thought it was a little tight but Sam insisted it happen before the vows, so this is the place it has to happen at.”

              The small room was long, but not deep. Still, the things that filled it—chairs, props, fake trees, art supplies—had all been stacked up so once you entered the room you couldn't see to the back. But when they finally maneuvered to the back of the room they found Sarah laying naked on the couch with a wicked grin on her face as she tweaked her own nipples.

              “I'm so glad you decided to join us,” Sarah said to Jake.

              “Hang on a second,” Jake said. “Brian you said you stopped by last week or something, to see this place? How long has this been planned out?”