I knew things could have gotten really awkward at that point, maybe even ugly — I’d just fucked Ali’s best friend in front of her, after all — so without another word I got up, lowered Ali onto one of the deck chairs, spread her legs wide, and ate her until her groaning built up to an equally loud orgasm.
And so…
Wendy never did give Mike another chance.
After a while. the three of us reached sort of an understanding: Ali was my girlfriend, that wouldn’t change, but Wendy could hang out with us and she and I could fuck — but only when Ali was around to watch. And I could put all thoughts of a three-way or watching some girl-on-girl action out of my mind.
(Well, even accepting it was never going to happen, asking an eighteen-year-old guy to actually put it out of his mind was a big ask)
All in all, it was a pretty sweet deal, a situation any guy would kill to be in.
So of course there was the afternoon Wendy and I just had to fuck behind Ali’s back — but that’s a story for another day.