Finding My Soulmate

After the Threesome

Bobby and I had taken the big step: we did our first threesome. It did not have the expected affect on me and I sense Bobby Ray was having some reaction, although I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. We would have to talk about the situation when the time was right.

So, it’s Friday and I’m having lunch in the snack bar when Jane Adams approached my table with her tray and asked if she could join me. Jane is the wife of Jim Adams the joint base commander. Jane and I met in the commissary (military supermarket) while shopping once and after that we met again here in the snack bar.

Today we did the usual chit-chat. She asked how Bobby is doing and then there was silence. She was nervous and looked as though she had something on her mind. Jane finally put down her sandwich, turned to me and said, “Chris, I don’t really know how to approach what I’m about to say, but here goes.”

I simply replied with, “OK.”

“I think you know Tim, the young man who works in immunization at the base clinic.”

“Yes. He and Bobby have been friends for a while and I met him not long ago and I consider him a friend also. Why?”

“Chris, I’m not judging anybody, but I just think you should know this. I don’t know where the rumor started but word is that you and Bobby had sex together with Tim recently.”

I felt like someone had slapped me so hard that my face was falling off. I’m sure all the blood from my head had quickly drained, leaving me feeling a bit dizzy. “Where did you hear that?”

“A couple of ladies, wives of military guys, were at my house for coffee the other day and they related the story to me.”

“I will look into that and see if I can find out where this shit started.”

“Yep, it really is shit. If it did happen, I don’t think it’s anybody else’s business to talk about it and if it’s rumor, they had no business spreading it wider. They had no business talking about it one way or another, but you know how people are. They love talking about other people’s private things.”

I sat there for a couple of minutes and then told Jane I had more shopping to do. She said she would call me.

I left my sandwich on the plate and rushed out of the snack bar.

The drive home was a blur and didn’t clear up after I got home. I just sat there. What Jane told me about the threesome added to my already negative reaction about having brought Tim into our private space. I was in a daze.

I was sitting in the same spot when Bobby arrived home. He took one look at me, sat beside me and asked me what was wrong.

I told Bobby about lunch with Jane and what she had told me.

His reaction was, “How do you know the fucking base commander’s wife?”

“That’s all you can say? That is your honest reaction to the rumor that is apparently going around this fucking base. The first problem is the fact that it is not a goddamned rumor. And, you asked how the fuck I know the fucking base commander’s wife.”

“Chris, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know you were buddies with the bosses’ wife. You never mentioned it. Of course, I’m concerned about the word getting around. Tim must have been mouthing off about the threesome and the story started finding its way into the rumor mill.”

“Bobby, I expect you to talk to Tim and get his mouth tightly shut on the subject. Do it now while I prepare dinner. Do not put this off.”

Bobby called Tim on his phone and they chatted briefly. I didn’t want to listen, so I got busy with dinner.

“Chris, I’m gonna pay a visit to our former friend, Tim. I’ll call you to let you know what’s going on.”

I hugged Bobby and gave him a kiss. “Bobby Ray, no matter how upset you get over this, don’t do anything that will get you in trouble. Promise me.”

Nearly two hours later my phone buzzed. “Chris, I’m on my way home. Tim denied talking about our threesome, at least at first. Then he stopped denying and tried to justify bragging about sex with two hot guys. I told him I’m not accepting any of his shit. He said he didn’t feel he had crossed the line because all guys brag about their sexual adventures. I told him that if he says one more word about our threesome, to anybody, I will rip his head off and shit down his throat!

“Bobby, you have warned him. I don’t know about you but I won’t have anything else to do with him, on any level. Come on home, babe.”

“See you soon.”

Bobby arrived home about an hour later with a six-pack of beer.

We talked about the non-rumor going around and just admitted it was a mistake to trust Tim and bring him into our bedroom.

It was Friday night and Bobby seemed worn out from his day at work, so we drank a couple of beers and went to bed early.

Bobby pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Is this a night of just cuddling?”

“Year, Bobby, I think it is.”

We just lay there enjoying the feeling of one hard body pressing and rubbing against the other until we both were asleep.

I was awake early on this day together. Saturday is the only day when Bobby and I are off from work together. He works on Friday when I am free and I work on Sunday when he is free.

I put my head on his chest and let my right-hand wander over his muscles, and he has a lot. His body fat index is incredibly low and I love being able to feel the hardness of his chest, licking and nibbling on his pecs and nipples. Kissing and licking each muscle of his six-pack. Squeezing his tree trunk thighs. Bobby’s body is such a turn on. Then, we have to consider what his thick eight-inch uncut cock brings to his sexiness. His face is movie star quality. A living, breathing, walking wet dream.

I was doing all of those things I do with my lips, tongue and mouth. He was moaning a little and squirming as he began waking up. I felt a hand on the back of my head, then the pulling of a handful of my hair. A sleepy, raspy voice whispered loudly, “Suck it, Chris, suck my big dick.”

I opened wide and took him balls deep before I wrapped my warm, wet mouth around his over-sized dick. I created a suction that locked him in my throat and then moved up and down, grazing his hardness lightly with my teeth, nibbling on his foreskin. He moaned, squirmed, pounded the bed with his fists.

Suddenly, like in one movement, Bobby pushed my head off his cock and flipped me over on my back, grabbed my ankles, pulled them onto his shoulders and rubbed his leaking hard-on up and down my ass crack. He found the ring and opened it with the full force of his thick cockhead. I gasped as his morning wood entered me. He pushed in balls deep with one movement, causing me to raise my hips off the bed. “Fuck!”

I humped him from the bottom until he was fucking me so hard, I could not move. Bobby fucked my man pussy for at least 20 minutes non-stop. He paused for a minute and then continued until he roared like the king of the jungle, and fired several rounds into my guts, then hammered the sperm in even deeper. He immediately grabbed me, pulling me into a sitting position, wrapped me in his arms and whispered words of love in my ear.

We were both sweating like pigs. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His eyes were closed as he smiled and said, “I love these Saturdays together with you. I look forward to this time all week.”

To be continued