by Lord Malinov
I’d worked with Joe for more than ten years before I got to know him. He was in another department on the other side of the building. I think we had a training course together, a long time ago, so I knew who he was, gave him a nod or a hey when we passed in the halls. One afternoon, there was a company party with cake and we ended up standing next to each other. I quoted some lyrics when a woman passed by, without thinking, automatically. He recited the next line. Conversation ensued. I’ve rarely enjoyed another man’s company more. Joe’s just fun to talk to.
I was pleased when he invited me over to his house, for dinner, to meet his wife. Sometimes a spouse spells the end of a friendship. If she didn’t like me, he might grow cold. It’s a real thing. But I had a feeling I was going to like his wife, from the things he said about her but also because I felt like anyone who liked Joe was someone I could get along with.
I rang the bell and the door opened and I recognized Rayn at once. She hadn’t changed a bit. I knew her from the old days, when I had a wife and we were swingers. Rayn was a swinger. I knew her rather well.
However, I hadn’t spent much time talking to her, in the old days, at the orgies. Connecting the incredibly hot slut with the lady from Joe’s tales seemed impossible at first but a few words of conversation solved my dilemma. Rayn was as fascinating as she was beautiful. And lusty. I realized I had missed Rayn. She was good.
Joe didn’t say anything but I assumed he knew, that Rayn had recognized me and told him about our past together. That was probably the wrong assumption but, at first, it did no harm.
Then Joe told me, so sincerely and obviously innocent of my past, at least, that he and Rayn were swingers and they proposed a menage a trois. Two men, one woman, what’s not to enjoy?
Rayn hadn’t made it obvious that she knew who I was. I couldn’t decide if she was playing innocent to fool her husband or if she really didn’t recognize me. Maybe I had changed since the old days and didn’t look the same. Or the alcohol and drugs had stunted her memory of our past. Or she didn’t want him to know. I took off my shirt, my brow furrowed, my thoughts racing in non-erotic circles.
Rayn took my mind off the subject. She was good at what she did. My bursting hard erection in her mouth, again, and I remembered how sweet it was. She licked my balls and then deep throated my cock with wild tongue swirls and lip purses. She stopped and looked up at me.
“Mal, is that you?”
“I didn’t recognize you.”
“Well, isn’t that crazy. Joe, this is Mal, I told you about him.”
“Hey, Mal,” she said, lying down. “Come fuck me.”
And I said, “Oh, yeah.”