Dirty Steamy Stories

I heard the front door open just as I put the finishing touches to dinner. "Darling," my husband called, "I'm home. Guess who's joining us for dinner today?" I hastily wiped my hands on a towel and hurried to the door. I was all smiles as I greeted my husband and his best friend, Bryan, after giving my husband a kiss. "Damian," I chided playfully, "you didn't tell me to expect company. I would have dressed more appropriately." Damian chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me again. "You know you always look good in anything." As I turned to lead the men to the table, I noticed Bryan give me an appreciative glance, his eyes darting up and down my legs which were exposed by the tiny shorts I wore. I pretended not to notice as I urged the men to sit while I served them. Bryan had been my husband's friend for as long as I could remember. He was even the best man at our wedding. Even though he was my husband's boss also, he was practically family. "The food smells great," Damien said, giving me a playful pat on my ass. I watched Bryan's eyes follow the motion almost longingly. He took a forkful of food in his mouth and nodded. "You're a wonderful cook, Connie," he praised. I smiled at him, trying not to remember the time he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for me. I hadn't told Damian about it, and Bryan never mentioned it again, although I caught his unguarded glances at me most times. I found it hard to believe that Damian didn't know that his best friend had the hots for me. "Aren't you gonna join us?," Bryan asked. "In a minute," I said as I dropped another kiss on Damian's lips and hurried to our bedroom to change out of the clothes I'd cooked in. I heard the men talk in quiet tones, but when I returned, a hush fell over the table. I looked at them suspiciously. "What were you two talking about?" "Nothing," Damien said, winking at me. Bryan picked up a plate and began to fill it up. "Come sit by me, Connie. Damian has you for longer than I do." He gave me a charming smile. If I hadn't been married, I would have let myself think of the possibilities behind that smile. After all, Bryan was a very attractive man. I tingled with desire, then made myself kiss my husband again before settling down beside Bryan. We'd been eating for about ten minutes when Damian cleared his throat noisily. "Darling..." "Yes?" "We...uh...that is..." The only time I ever heard my husband stutter was when he knew I had good cause to be pissed at him. "What is it?," I asked him. Bryan's arm brushed against mine and I felt my mind travelling again. "We have something to tell you," Damian finally said. I looked from him to Bryan, who had an indecipherable look in his eyes. He smiled down at me, and this time, he let his eyes linger on the low neckline of my dress. My n*****s tightened in response and I thanked God I was wearing a bra. "Okay?" "I proposed a new deal for the company today," Damian said, carefully avoiding my eyes. "It has the potential to fetch us millions of dollars." I nodded, trying to show my enthusiasm, but still confused. Bryan brought a forkful to his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. "The thing is," Damian continued, "Bryan is still reluctant to sign off on it." I raised an eyebrow and looked back at my husband who was still studiously avoiding my gaze. "Why?" I directed the question at both men. "He wants something in return," Damian replied. I looked quizzical and laughed softly. "Since when do you guys discuss business with me? Don't tell me you need my opinion?" Damian cleared his throat again, looking highly uncomfortable. Bryan calmly took a sip of his wine, running his tongue across his lips with his eyes on me. With some effort, I pulled my attention away from his full red lips. No use fantasizing about how those lips would feel under mine. It was never going to happen. "...before he can sign it,".Damien was saying. I had missed the first half of his statement. "Huh? I didn't get that." "I said Bryan wants to..." Damien trailed off, and Bryan turned to me suddenly. He had a wry look on his face. "I think what my dear friend is trying to say is that I'm in love with you, and have been for a long time. If it's okay with you, I'd like to take it to the next level." What? I was sure I hadn't heard right. Did he just... I shot a glance at Damien who was looking at me expectantly. "Is this a prank?" My voice was hollow even to my ears. "We would never prank you, Connie," Bryan said, his warm fingers weaving through mine and squeezing my hand softly. My eyes fell on our clasped hands. My heart sped up as I looked at Damian for confirmation again. "He's right," my husband said. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. We want to share you." "But...why?" My inner fan girl was cheering loudly though. The man I had considered forbidden fruit was finally within my reach. Damian looked slightly embarrassed. "Well, that's the condition he gave on signing off on the deal." "So you're selling me off to your boss because of a business deal?", I asked. Damian stood up and walked to the other side of the table where I sat. "Of course not, darling. Damian is my best friend. I know how much he loves you and how much it hurts him that he had to stand aside so I could have you." He pulled me up from my chair and drew me in close. I was doubly aware of Bryan watching us. "Or do you not find him attractive?," Damian asked softly. "I..." I didn't know how to answer that. It's not everyday you get such an outlandish request from your husband. Sensing my hesitation, Bryan stood. I turned to look at him, and Damian's arms remained around my waist. "I'll leave you two to discuss this," Bryan said softly, looking into my eyes. "Please, don't say no." He leaned in, and I held my breath in anticipation. When I made no move to stop him, Bryan pressed his lips against mine. I gasped at the flood of sensation, and he deepened the kiss, pulling back only when I gave a low moan. My knees weakened and I sagged against Damian. Bryan looked like I'd just granted his wish. "Goodnight, my love." I stared after him as he left, Damian's warmth behind me. A hardness pressed into my back told me I wasn't the only one excited by Bryan's kiss. Damian really wanted this. And if the thrumming in my blood and tingling on my lips was any indication, so did I.