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[Alice2015]

"It's Just Sex"

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Alice Cooper stepped up close to her husband, peeked back over her shoulder toward their guest in the living room, then whispered, "What did he say...?"

"She cheated on him," Paul whispered back. He, too, looked toward the other room; the two men had been friends since high school, and while they'd each suffered bad turns in their lives, Paul had never thought this possible. He clarified, "And not just once. He says she admitted to sleeping with three other men."

"So..." Alice began, looking for more. When her husband didn't respond, she asked a question that didn't surprise Paul but likely would have shocked anyone else, "So, what's the problem?"

"He's not like us, Alice," Paul answered.

Alice knew exactly what Paul meant, although for anyone else it might have seemed vague or even entirely unhelpful as an answer to her question. She studied her husband for a moment, then -- sensing that he knew what was in her mind -- headed back out into the living room with the bottles of beer Paul had opened. She offered one to her husband's long time buddy, sipped at her own, then sat on the coffee table directly before him. They were so close that their knees nearly touched.

"Hey … I know it hurts … but..." Alice began, hesitating a moment to find the right words to help the hurting man. She smiled to him, sipped at her beer again, then said with a cheery tone, "Hey … it's just sex."

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric sipped the beer.

"Thanks Alice."

He'd have preferred if she wasn't sitting quite so close, especially on the coffee table with her knees like that. He had to keep looking away so she didn't think he was looking up her skirt.

"But it's not just sex. Amanda and I have been faithful. Since high school."

Eric hesitated. Well, she hadn't been faithful. That was why he was here, seeking solace from his oldest friend and his wife. And Alice was giving him a strange all-knowing look. And sounding way to cheery in his moment of need.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice looked over her shoulder as she caught her husband in her peripheral. She smiled to Paul, a polite smile, not a delighted or cheery one; she knew her husband's friend was hurting. Alice hesitated until Paul almost inconspicuously nodded to her, verifying his permission for her to proceed with his friend of so many years as she felt best.

"From what Paul tells me," Alice began with a soft, kind tone, "Amanda still loves you, Eric. Sleeping with these other men … having sex with them, or what ever it amounted to … I don't mean to dismiss what she did … don't get me wrong. I don't think she has thrown out her love for you. She just … she just--"

"She slept with someone else," Paul cut in, with the same helpful tone. "She should have told you first, though, Eric. If she wanted to be with other men, she should have come to you first … discussed it … asked for permission, even. Alice does."

"I do," Alice said, her smile widening, pleased with her husband's appreciation for her. "That was how Paul and I do it. Always have. If one of us has a yearning for someone new … something different … we talk about it first … discuss it."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Shit!"

Eric looked away sheepishly. There were questions he wanted to ask, but not answers he wanted to hear.

"You can't be serious...you have the perfect marriage. Jesus. Amanda says it too. Why can't we be more like Paul and Alice?"

He uncrossed his legs, then recrossed them. If only Alice would move away, sit on a chair, close her legs.

Eric laughed nervously.

"You're teasing me. C'mon. This is just a joke you're taking too far."

He glanced from Paul to Alice, then back to Paul, looking for reassurance that what they were saying couldn't possibly be true.

 

[Alice2015]

When his friend looked his way, Paul just shook his head. "I wouldn't tease you about something like this, Eric. Not at a time like this."

"Eric, please understand," Alice said, shifting out to the edge of the coffee table even more, a bit closer to the man in direct contrast to what he was hoping she would do. "We are here for you, to help you in any way we can."

She glanced to her husband again. Paul shrugged lightly, his tight smile widening. He told her softly, "Go ahead."

Alice looked back to Eric again, then reached a hand out and rested it upon the man's knees. With a somewhat suggestive tone she told him, "I think we could help you understand what we mean … about how we conduct our life … about love … about sex … about both the connection … and separation … between them..."

She slid her hand just an inch more up his knee, then finished, "...if that was something you were interested in learning."

 

[ericrodman101]

As Alice ran her hand up his leg Eric stood hurriedly.

"Jesus Christ. I'm not sure...I don't know what you mean."

He looked at his friends, trying to read their enigmatic smiles. But of course, he knew what they meant. There was no mistaking it. And to think he'd known Paul for how long? And Alice too. Chaste, sweet Alice, the church girl he'd watched as she demurely raised her veil on her wedding day as he stood by Paul.

Paul had been his best man too. How long had Amanda been fucking other guys? Was it a new thing or did it go way back? As far back as their wedding day? Their whole life together? A thousand crazy images circled in his head. A lifetime of chastity and faithfulness, of denial. All the women he might have had. All the times he rebuffed their approaches, went home to Amanda when the guys from work were going out on the prowl, all the times he hadn't even consoled women when he might have taken them in his arms and helped them through some emotional torment. No. Eric was the cold one. The good family man. The one who'd pledged his troth. Mr untouchable.

He'd always fancied Alice. He'd always had an imaginary sex life. With Alice. With Amanda's friends. With the girls at work. Online..... Fuck it, he was a normal guy. He had urges. And he suppressed them all.

It felt to Eric like he'd spent an hour examining his life. Alice and Paul would have long become bored with it and left the room. But no, they were both still here with him, grinning like Cheshire cats.

 

[Alice2015]

"I think you know what we mean," Alice said softly, looking up to the now standing Eric. She stood up as well; Eric was taller than she was, but in her four inch heels she was nearly looking into his eyes. "I think you know what we mean..."

Alice turned and stepped away just a bit to get more space between them. She turned back to Eric, saying with a seductive smile, "I just think that … maybe you don't think we're serious … that we are here for you."

Reaching under the hem of her mid-thigh length dress, Alice let her hands caress upwards under the fabric. As she worked to hook her thumbs in its waist band, the black thong she wore came into view. She pulled down on it, and as the dress fell back into place, the little panties fell to gather around Alice's ankles. She stepped out of her heels, leaving the thong with them, then reached a hand out toward Eric.

"Come with me to the bedroom, Eric," she said. She waggled her fingers playfully to him as her smile widened. She reassured him, "It's okay, Eric. Like we said … it's just sex."

If he took her hand, Alice would turn and lead him from the living room to the bedroom...

 

[ericrodman101]

Alice offered her hand.

"It's just sex ..." she said, letting the words trail off into nothing.

Eric imagined Alice's body, smooth and still firm, like Amanda's. And used. Did a woman feel different when she'd been with other men? He knew she would be different of course. She would be...well, used. No, that wasn't right. Experienced. Yes, it would be like making love to a woman who knew what she wanted, knew what she wanted a man to do to her.

Was that what he'd been feeling with Amanda? Was she better at sex, now that she'd been used?

Eric and Amanda had sex regularly. Once a month. Not as regularly as when they first met. Of course not. But wasn't that what happened when couples became familiar? They didn't need sex every day. They were close in other ways. Sex was the foundation and no longer the mortar.

Eric took Alice's hand. Somehow it seemed polite not to. In Alice and Paul's home. Eric knew in his head he wasn't making sense. None of this made sense. And yet, at 18 would he have knocked back an offer of sex? From a beautiful older woman? So why now? It was a hypothetical and Eric didn't know the answer. Or didn't want to know.

He and Alice walked down the hallway, she first, he following at arm's length. Eric didn't want to seem too eager, too anxious to cheat on Amanda. Or Paul. And at arm's length he could watch Alice's naked ass curving and swaying under her dress.

Or Paul! Fuck! Paul was following them down the hall. Was Paul coming too?

 

[Alice2015]

Alice was pleased to see Eric take her hand in his. She smiled a bit more; her fingers squeezed lightly upon his own. She glanced to Paul and found him smiling with happiness and satisfaction; he knew this would be good for his friend.

Without turning, Alice began backing toward the hallway, her eyes firmly on her husband's friend for his reaction to what was happening. He was hesitant; she had expected that. But Alice had caught Eric taking little peeks at her over the years of the men's friendship, and she imagined that he'd imagined taking this walk many a time. Now, of course, he didn't have to just fantasize about it.

She turned when she neared the hallway opening, giving Eric a view of her back side. Alice exercised daily and had since her early high school years where she'd been a member of the dance team and cheer squad, as well as a Letterman on both the track and star at some point during those four, wonderful years.

That had been so very long ago, though: a decade ago this year, to be specific. And yet, with the exception of having added four pounds while losing a bit of muscle mass, Alice's body was in as good a shape as ever, something of which her husband reminded her every time they got naked … with one another … or with someone else.

That someone else tonight was, of course, Paul's own friend from high school and beyond. Alice looked back over her shoulder and caught sight of her husband slowly following the pair, though, not too closely. Eric must have caught Alice's glance past him because he, too, looked back to see the second man in the room.

"Would you like Paul to join us in the bedroom, Eric?" Alice asked as she led him through the already open doorway. "He sometimes watches. I like when he watches, but … if you would rather our first time together to be just the two of us, he'll understand."

Alice used the phrasing our first time together because -- if all went well this night -- she was certain the two of them would have additional nights with one another in the future. And although her husband often participated in the sexual fun that took place between his wife and others, Alice hadn't said He sometimes joins in; she didn't know anything about Eric's likes and dislikes in the bedroom -- specifically, did he like dick as much as he liked pussy -- so she wasn't about to suggest a M-F-M threesome when he was likely already panicking over simply fucking his best friend's wife.

In the living room, not yet to the hallway's entrance, Paul said with a friendly tone with which he knew his friend would be familiar and comfortable, "I can wait out here, Eric … watch the game I DVR'd … or I could come with you two. Your choice."

 

[ericrodman101]

Access to Alice and Paul's bedroom was through their walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom. Eric was surprised that he couldn't remember being in the bedroom before. Or maybe it had been renovated and was completely new.

The room was large and well lit. In the middle was one of the largest beds Eric had ever seen, completely round with pillows piled in the middle. His mind wandered to the question of where was the head.

"Nice set up," he said. "Plenty of room for friends."

Alice and Paul laughed. Eric couldn't believe he'd said that. He was still unsure of whether this was a good idea. The revelation of Amanda's unfaithfulness had thrown him. He'd been through several stages of shock, but where was he now? Revenge? Fuck! Like Amanda would care.

When he'd found her out, and she'd confessed, he'd driven off into the night, not sure what would eventuate. He found himself in the parking lot of a local brothel, the one he and Paul had always joked about patronising since high school. But Eric never had. And he didn't that night either. He might have, but Paul was knocking on the car window and then he was telling the story and they got drunk at their regular bar.

Alice, still holding his hand, climbed onto the bed, taking no care not to expose herself, and turned to face him. He looked round now to Paul for reassurance, but Paul was busy with something.

 

[Alice2015]

"Nice set up," he said. "Plenty of room for friends."

"We like it," Alice said with a smile. "It might seem out of the ordinary..."

She could have gone on to explain that this wasn't their bedroom … at least, not where they slept at night. That room was on the other side of the house, down the hall past the exercise and entertainment rooms. Not that they didn't enjoy entertainment here, too; this was where they enjoyed the sex life about which Eric was only just learning.

Alice knew there was still a chance Eric would choose not to have sex with her, as the true realization of the moment grew in his mind. And, if he backed out, she would gladly go along with him. This wasn't a gimme.

But as she sat on the bed, continuing to pull him toward her, Alice reached out for his belt buckle, taking it in her fingers to begin loosing it, looking up into his eyes as she asked sincerely, "May I undress you, Eric?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"I think you've already started, Alice," Eric said, as his friend's wife loosened his belt buckle and drew the ends of the belt aside.

He looked around for Paul who was still looking in a drawer for something. Eric wanted to look away, imagine that this was someone other than Alice, a stranger maybe, or someone he knew but Amanda didn't. But the room was starkly decorated, just the bed and the built in wardrobe Paul was busy with, and a complex light fitting above them. Otherwise it was painted white, a bright reflective white, almost commercial. Not the soft soothing white you might expect in a bedroom. And nothing to distract his attention.

And then he remembered. Paul and Alice's bedroom was on the other side of the house. He had been there when he'd picked up Amanda's coat. It was L-shaped and off the hall, ensuite to the side. So what the fuck was this room?

Alice was undoing his top fly button, both hands fiddling with his clothing now. If he was going to back out, the point of no return was rapidly approaching.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice's gaze was firmly set upon Eric's face, studying him for any sign that he wanted this to stop. She began unfastening his fly, one button after another; she smiled, recalling the first time she'd undone a pair of 501s on a boy she was about to fuck. How long ago had that been? She remembered who and where, so … yeah, the time came to her. A while ago.

"Here you go, honey," Paul said as he neared the bed. His friend flinched a bit, causing Paul to chuckle lightly. "I know, Eric. It's … it's not what you expected when you came over to talk to me about Amanda. But, I'm glad you did."

Paul held his hand out to his wife and opened his closed fingers to display half a dozen condoms. As Alice took them, her husband told his friend, "I trust you, Eric. I just don't trust the men Amanda was seeing."

He reached out and laid a supporting hand upon his friends shoulder, telling him with a friendly tone, "If you wish to continue this with us in the future--"

He looked to Alice with a confident expression as he continued, "--which I'm sure you will--"

Paul looked back to Eric and finished, "We have a clinic we go to for occasional testing. The protection is just a stop gap … until we all know that each of us is clean and safe."

Even as Paul was finishing and turning away, Alice was reaching up, taking the waist band of both his jeans and underwear in between her fingers and thumbs, and preparing to pull slowly downward. If he was going to stop her, it was now or never.

 

[ericrodman101]

So Alice and Paul thought of everything, right down to regular medical checks. Just how deep into casual fucking were they?

And yet casual didn't seem to cover it, Eric thought. A dedicated fuck room and an industrial supply of condoms, on top of the medicals. This was something way beyond casual he'd stumbled on.

And the idea that maybe the door was being opened to a new life, a new approach to finding pleasure was suddenly deeply arousing. Eric felt his cock twitch, not just because Alice's fingers were now pawing at his underwear. And he could see that Alice felt his response. He guessed she'd think it was due to her touching him, and not to what he was thinking.

"You guys sure have something big going on here," he said. "And maybe, just maybe...." Eric coughed. "Maybe I want to find out what it is."

He nodded consent and looked at Alice, and then Paul who was still in the room. They both smiled back as Alice took the next step and slipped his jeans and underwear down together.

Eric looked down as his oldest friend's wife unleashed his cock. Nervous as he was, his organ sprang to attention, almost bumping her nose. Alice jerked her head back as if his size startled her. It was all Eric could do to stop himself from thrusting his cock into her face, but then it was her bedroom, she was the hostess. Fucking her face without a direct invitation could be seen as impolite in some circles. And anyway, he wanted to find out what else Alice and Paul had planned. Out of the blue this was going to be one hell of an unusual evening.

 

[Alice2015]

"Maybe I want to find out what it is."

Alice smiled at Eric's confirmation that she could continue and slowly pulled his jeans and underwear off his hips. As they passed by his groin, his cock -- already fully hardened -- popped out at her like a Jack in the Box. She flinched; she'd suspected he was big by the bulge she'd seen up close while unfastening his lower clothing, but she hadn't realized just how big he was.

"Foot," she told him as if ordering the Appaloosa she'd ridden as a child to lift its leg to clean its shoes. She backed a bit on the mattress, parted her thighs -- her dress rose enough to show off her black thong again -- and patted the edge of the mattress. She smiled wider and repeated, "Foot."

One after the other, Eric made his foot available to Alice and she in turn untied his shoes and pulled them and his socks free. With his feet back on the ground, she urged him out of his jeans, leaving him standing before her in nothing but his shirt, which she asked him to remove.

All the while Alice had been ogling the fit form of her husband's best friend. She looked over to Paul, who was leaning against the wall near the door watching with obvious interest, and told him, "You're friend is a beautiful man, honey."

"I told you so," he confirmed. He'd often talked about Eric's fit, well sculpted body, usually after the two of them had been at the gym and just before Paul and Alice has sex. Eric would most likely be surprised as shit to find that the couple had often contemplated inviting him into their sex life and had only decided against it because they'd incorrectly believed that Eric and Amanda's life was so perfect … and so faithfully conducted. "I think he looks better than me, wouldn't you agree?"

"I like your cock better," she said to her husband, even while she reached out and took Eric's penis into her deft, gently caressing fingers. Paul laughed and playfully asked why, to which Alice answered, "Because I know what you can do with it."

She looked up from the other man's cock to his face, asking him with a suggestive tone, "Do you know what to do with your cock, Eric?"

With that, Alice moved slowly back onto the bed, rolled to position herself on her knees close to the front of the bed, and reached up to grasp the upper rail of the headboard. Parting her knees in invitation, she smiled hungrily to Eric as she looked at his cock.

From near the door, Paul casually said, "I think the condom in the purple package will fit and provide maximum pleasure, Eric."

Alice smiled to her husband, then back to his friend as she agreed, "Max pleasure … for both of us."

 

[ericrodman101]

So you like Paul's cock better, Eric thought. Two can play at this game. He smiled at Paul. Or three.

"Alice, I want to fuck your mouth first," Eric said. She stopped reaching for a condom, nodding her consent as she turned back.

He loved the way she examined him, scientific in its closeness, handling his cock, turning it gently, this way and that, as if somehow she was going to discover something new and surprising about cocks today.

Alice held him so gently Eric barely felt her touch. And yet at the same time, her lightness shocked him into life. His cock tingled and kicked. He wondered that it wasn't slapping her face, it felt so alive and out of his control.

She brought her face right up to his neatly sculptured cock head, so close he could feel her breath caressing the sensitive skin. He need only push forward an inch to kiss the eye to her nose, her cheek, her lips. And yet, he held back. Let Alice take him, he thought. Let her be the one who makes the next move, take up his invitation, cede a moment of control as she-vessel to his cock.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice had always loved sucking cock, mostly because she was good at it and men appreciated her for it. So she was happy to move back to the edge of the bed and begin pleasuring Eric with her mouth. He was still unwrapped, but as he smelled and appeared clean enough, she set about licking his shaft while her fingers toyed with his ball sack.

She peeked up again and again for Eric's reaction to her very skillful work. He twitched a great deal, clenching his abs when the pleasure spiked. His joy was all too obvious, and Alice had only just begun.

"Take your shirt off, Eric … and lay down on the bed, please," she told her husband's best friend as she backed away again into the middle of the bed. After he was flat on his back with his cock at a forty five degree angle above his belly, Alice ripped open a condom package other than the purple one, telling him, these are better for oral sex."

She shifted around on the bed until she lifted a knee over Eric's chest, exposing her now full displayed womanhood to him. She was professionally waxed, as smooth as a baby's butt throughout her private area … which Eric now knew wasn't as private as he'd likely once thought it was.

"You can't touch her, Eric," Paul said from where he still leaned against the wall by the door. When his friend looked his way, Paul clarified with an evil smile, "Grasp the head board with both hands … and keep your mouth to yourself. Let my wife do what she does so well … without distraction."

As Paul was talking, Alice was unrolling the loose fitting condom down Eric's cock. The prophylactic was designed specifically for blow jobs: the ointment on the inside would quickly begin to give Eric a warm, tingly sensation; while the oil on the outside was flavored, organic, and -- of course -- safe for ingestion. (In fact, the ingredients of the oil could be found in a variety of natural supplements found in Health Food stores, so, as she blew Eric, Alice was enhancing her health, if you believed all you read on labels.)

Without hesitation, while one hand supported her weight and the other cupped and gently kneaded his balls, Alice took her husband's friend's cock into her mouth … and after just six down and up motions … was deep throating him all the way to his cock's base.

 

[ericrodman101]

Eric had fucked Amanda's mouth once. She'd been drunk and still only agreed to do it on sufferance. He'd had girlfriends in college who'd sucked his cock, but those days were long gone. Amanda gave him about thirty seconds before spitting him out and falling asleep. He came in his hands that night.

And the next ten years was just enough vanilla sex to keep him happy, lots of masturbation, but no oral.

Standing by the bed Eric had expected Alice to let him fuck her mouth from a position of power, that is he standing up, she lying prone, his hands behind her head to take control. But now he was on his back wearing some strange loose fitting condom which was already starting to burn his cock, just as Alice and Paul said it would. Not burn, maybe tingle. But whatever, it was an odd sensation.

And now they were telling him he wasn't allowed to touch Alice. With his hands at least. Or his mouth. Put your hands behind your head, they told him. Really? What next? Tie him up? This was getting decidedly kinky. Which was OK to a point. Except Eric had this enduring fear of being caught tied to a bed, or a lamp post, or a farm gate by a lonely road. Or of his photo appearing somewhere with just his face visible amongst a sea of entwined but anonymous torsos and limbs.

Then his fears evaporated. In six motions Alice was deep throating him, her hand kneading his balls. Eric wondered then how long he could last, looking down to where his cock was disappearing into his friend's mouth up to the hilt, her husband leering at them both. Oh my fucking god!

 

[Alice2015]

The first man Alice on whom she performed orally oh so many years ago had told her afterward, "You were born to suck cock, sweetie."

She recalled that compliment and her giggling afterward every time she wrapped her lips around a new cock, as she did now as she swallowed Eric's full length again and again. Alice reveled at the thought that she could do something so well that most women couldn't or simply wouldn't.

She understood the female aversion to sucking a man's cock. It was a very strange thing to do to a man's sexual appendage after all, and the result of a job well done was having a load of sticky, warm, salty goop flood your mouth, leaving you with the choice between swallowing -- which only amplified the taste due the positioning of certain taste receptors on the tongue -- or of spitting the man's discharge out onto him, the sheets, a garbage can, the floor, the forest floor, the car's back seat floor, or what ever other location was available at the time … and, of course, spitting in such a way was such a total turn off for the man, which kind of defeated the purpose of blowing him in the purpose, to make him happy and satisfied and feeling like a king amongst kings for having a woman to that for and to him.

Alice didn't have to worry about any of that this time, of course, due to the condom wrapping Eric's shaft nearly to his balls. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway; Alice had come to enjoy the taste of cum, presuming that the cock discharging it wasn't attached to a man who'd partaken of one of the various menu items that tended to give an adverse flavor to their product.

Her husband had learned what kinds of foods and drinks from which he needed to abstain if he wanted his wife to suck him to a happy ending. And her regular male lovers -- currently, six qualified for that title -- knew to avoid those items as well, otherwise if they were wanting to thrust their cock into her mouth -- which they all wanted -- they'd have to have their shaft wrapped as Eric's was now, and what fun was that?

A more intense set of moans began escaping from the man's mouth, and Alice knew that Eric was only moments away from exploding. She pulled her head back, until his cock was out of throat and simply filling her mouth; she shifted so that she could free up the hand that had been supporting her weight over him, grasped the lower few inches of his shaft, gripped, and stroked hard while continuing to fondle his balls, which had pulled up tight against the base of his cock, preparing to unload their contents.

And then … he was there!