ex-3
11:20 p.m.<>2001-06-22

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it was done so casually, it took all of us a moment to realize what had happened. jodie had just placed a couple of slices of toast on mike's plate, giving him a brief, affectionate kiss on the cheek in the process. and just as casually, mike had inclined his smiling face upward toward hers. their lips met for the briefest of instants, and then...

and then the world stopped.

it's fixed in my mind like a snapshot. the image of the three of us around the table, me standing transfixed with a cup of coffee in my hand as jodie's panicked eyes darted in my direction. mike sat there in his boxer shorts, lean and tanned, watching warily for my reaction to what had just occured.

i didn't know what to do. some time later, when we could talk about it comfortably, jodie told me that my face had been an inscrutable mask. she and mike had no idea whether let the kiss pass without comment, or whether i would go berserk. i had no idea what i would do myself.

i still had no idea as i felt myself walking toward jodie, my stomach turning flip-flops. of its own volition, my hand rose to her face. my fingers rested on her cheek lightly as I leaned in to place the most tender, feather-light of kisses on the very lips which had just touched another man's. when i pulled gently away from her, her mouth remained while her eyes were closed. she looked so beautiful standing there in the kitchen with rays of late-morning sunlight shining on her shoulders, her hair, craning her face forward as if to remain in contact with the lips that had just abandoned her. the light pulsed through the smudged window, caught dust particles and was filtered through the thin material of her white nightie, casting her lush body in silhouette.

i looked at mike pointedly. he hadn't budged, his gaze was still fixed on my face. glancing down, though, i noticed the bulge along his upper thigh, the tell-tale spot of dark wetness on his boxer shirts. when i reached once again for jodie, the kiss was less tender, more passionate. as my tongue laced and danced with hers, i felt her responding. her mouth opened wide, her breath came in quick rushes from her nostrils. i could see the hammering of her heart as i drew away.

jodie held my gaze for a long moment. slowly, wordlessly, she turned to mike. bending down, she cupped his face in her hands as she kissed him exactly as i had just kissed her, long and deep. i watched mike's hands slip tentatively around her back, drawing her close. pain, wonder, jealousy and excitement all swirled around within me, overlayed by a razor-sharp pang of lust. watching mike's strong hands, with their long fingers, snake up my girlfriend's back, i was in agony. i was also harder than i had ever been in my life.

jodie was flushed when she finally broke the kiss and stepped away from mike. dark strands of her hair clung sweatily to her forhead, and the flesh beneath the hollow of her throat was a mottled red. the outline of her nipples was sharp against the fabric of her nightie. more sure of myself now, i kissed her again, this time letting my hands roam freely over her pantie-covered rear. then i released her and guided her gently back into the waiting arms of her ex, whose hands mimicked mine as he kissed her deeply once again. all three of us were standing now, our knees trembling.

thus was our little erotic dance choreographed. i would kiss jodie, touch her, caress her and feel her caress me in return, then make way for mike, who would repeat my actions exactly. she would feel my lips and tongue between her breasts, then feel mike's lips and tongue on the very same spot. i would skim the sides of her breasts with my fingertips, only to have mike echo my action seconds later. we soon became playful, almost rough about it. mike and i were passing a laughing, panting jodie back and forth between us, our hands and lips everywhere on her body, on top of and under her increasingly dishevelled sleepwear.

it was jodie who finally broke the rhythm, and the silence. 'okay,' she breathed, her hands forming the time-out sign. 'let's move this out of the kitchen.'

she led the way to the bedroom, mike close behind her. we climbed the stairs and i took in the details of mike's body, the rolling of his prominent shoulder blades, the way the muscles in his calves would tighten every time he took a step. even though a part of me was crying out that this was wrong, that i would regret this, that this could ruin my relationship with jodie, i had to acknowledge that mike was an attractive man. and the thought of watching him make love to her sent a dark, liquid thrill coursing through my veins like ice water.

when we reached the bedroom, it didn't take the three of us long to get completely naked. neither mike nor i could keep our fingers and mouths off jodie's body once she had drawn her nightie over her head and shimmied the panties down the fleshy curves of her thighs. we made her moan and sweat and cry, we made her damp and hot to the touch.

she was, quite simply, glorious. she became our world, her body was the focal point of our reality. when she took me in her mouth while mike buried his face between her legs, when she wrapped her hand around mike's stiffness while i stroked her to climax, it was all i could do to keep from exploding.

jodie was lying on her stomach with her face near my lap and mike planting kisses on her shoulders and back when i wriggled out from under her and moved to the corner of the bed. 'are you okay?' she asked, her brown eyes wide with alarm. mike suddenly stopped moving on top of her and looked at me with concern.

if i had been thinking clearly i would have answered 'no'. but i was wild with lust, past all rational thought. i could only smile at her weakly and nod. taking that as his cue to continue, mike resumed kissing down her spine. i knew what was coming next. with soft nudges from mike, jodie raised herself up on her knees and elbows. her movements made her breasts sway deliciously. taking his shaft - the length of it! the thickness! - in his hand, mike guided himself into her, slowly, slowly. her eyes shut tightly and she let out a low, keening moan. and that's when i came. hotly. shudderingly. gritting my teeth in ecstasy and anguish as i felt the moisture on my stomach and my legs. watching jodie's flushed, grimacing face.

it took them a long time to finish. i willed myself to stay on the bed until they were done, even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to leave the room. i wanted to make them stop what they were doing, but i knew that i could not, so i sat there watching every movemennt, listening to every sound. mike brought jodie to climax again and again. the noises they made reached such a crescendo that i was sure the whole neighborhood would hear the sound of their rutting. after they had finished, the three of us lay in bed a long time, breathing, the silence ringing in my ears.

it took a lot of processing before jodie and i were completely comfortable with each other again. or with mike. we talked. we agonized. we yelled. then we talked some more. after a while, i calmed down about what had happened. some months later, we even invited mike into our bed for a repeat performance. even though that second time was less awkward for me, it was also strangely less pleasurable for all of us.

if you're in a committed relationship, having another person or people join you in lovemaking is not something to be done lightly. if you do, remember that no matter how comfortable everyone might be with each other, there are bound to be hurt feelings. but remember also that if everyone treats everyone else with respect and affection, letting go of your inhibitions can turn your world upside down in all sorts of good ways.

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