I don't know if this is necessarily the place to post this, but I've been thinking about something that happened last year that I found kind of hilarious, now sort of removed from the situation. Of course, all the names have been changed.
I was really good friends with a kid named Billy in junior high. Went to different elementary and high schools, and we really didn't keep in touch. Coincidentally, I ran into him at freshman orientation at an out-of-state university. We became best friends. We started rooming together sophomore year and didn’t stop for 5 years.
A couple of years ago, he asked me if I'd like to move in with him and his new wife. They invested in a really nice home in a really nice part of town, and were scraping together pennies, now that she pushed to finish her last year of grad school. I like his wife a lot. She's a terrific woman. She's super-nice, attractive, funny. I'd be lucky to find a woman like her. I had just broken up with someone. The house was way nicer than the place I was staying, cheaper by half, and closer to my job. This was a no-brainer. I also didn't mind when a coworker of his, Mark moved in the month after me. Mark is an awesome guy. Mark just invested in a bar a couple of blocks away from where we lived. Drinks were cheap for us. Mark even got me laid a couple of times.
So my job started a use it or lose it policy for vacation time. I had 5 weeks vacation stored up, and in January of last year I went to Southeast Asia for a month. I had a terrific time. Something happened while I was gone. The night I got back, we were all hanging out, and I was telling them about my trip. It was late, so I went to lay down. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on Billy and Sarah’s door above my room. I heard the three of them talking quietly for a little bit. I didn't really give it much thought until I was starting to drift, and I clearly heard Sarah ask, “Do you think he's asleep?”
“He's gotta be,” Mark replied.
I shot awake. Why on earth were they waiting for me to go to sleep?
Then for the next hour I listened in on various grumbles and sexual noises being made. I didn't know quite to make of it until I heard Mark say, “God, you suck that cock so good.” I couldn't believe it. I was shocked. I almost wondered if I was hallucinating from all the travel. But no, I heard a threesome going on between Billy, Mark, and Sarah. She was making a completely different moan for Mark than when she was fucking just Billy. I could tell when she was fucking one or the other. Occasionally, her moans were muffled, which was clearly caused by having the other’s cock in her mouth. At first, I was flabbergasted. I had no real understanding to how this could possibly happen. I would've never have taken Billy to share or for Sarah to be attracted to Mark.
My jealousy began to grow, as I recalled 5 years prior, when Sarah was starting to spend a lot of time over at our old place. Out of left field, Billy went, “Please, don't fuck my girlfriend, dude.” I was taken off-guard. I used to tease Billy, when he'd bring a girl home about how I was going to try to fuck her, regardless if I found her attractive or not. He would just laugh like I wasn't annoying him. I hadn't had the chance to crack the joke with Sarah yet. I was surprised though how he preempted me teasing him by asking me to not fuck Sarah. He clearly liked the girl, and I didn't blame him. To be an asshole, I asked him why I shouldn't. He told me that she had mentioned she found me to be cute, and he really liked her, so I shouldn't fuck her. I was flattered and respectful. I treated Sarah like a sister.
It didn't stop me from being hurt though. I always sort of thought that if Billy was going to share Sarah, he'd do it with me. She found me attractive. I'm his best friend. If he was going to do it with someone else, it might be nice if he'd get someone we didn't know so well. And why Mark? I was much better looking than that guy, plus I got along really well with Sarah.
For the next week, they waited for me to go to bed, then would be patient until they felt I had fallen asleep, and proceed to double up on Sarah. In spite of my extreme jealousy, I found it insanely hot listening in on them, trying to imagine it being me instead of Mark. I gotta admit, I jacked off to thought of it, a lot. I could just picture fucking Sarah from behind with her nice round ass. Maybe, having her lips wrap around my cock as I watched her back her ass onto Billy’s dick. But it wasn't me though. It was Mark.
After a couple of weeks, I started giving them the vibe like I knew without explicitly saying anything. I think they preferred that arrangement without me actually coming out and saying it. Slowly, they started becoming less clandestine about it, and would just retire to the bedroom, while I was watching television in the living room. They would do this 2-3 times a week.
Okay, this is where it all unravels. Back in September, Sarah’s father had a heart attack, and she went to see him for a few days. One of those nights, Billy and I got shitfaced together. We were having a good time chatting when he asked me if he could take my spot in the garage. He had just bought a new Audi and was trying to justify how his brand new Audi deserved the garage more than my 4 year old Prius. He's not wrong, but he started sounding like he was entitled to it, because it was his house, not like “hey, can you do me a solid?” I got a little spiteful about his nerve, so I said I'd give him the spot if he and Sarah started doing all the dishes. This is a running point of contention me and Mark have against Billy and Sarah. They are the worst about doing dishes. This just prompted more one-upsmanship of spite. You don't do this. You did this. I don't know why I said it, but ill-advisedly mentioned how I didn't appreciate how he just lets Mark fuck his wife. I at first started like it kind of offended my morals, but slowly devolved into me admitting that I was a little hurt by the fact it wasn't me. Billy laughed at me, and was just like “dude, you really don't get it.” What didn't I get? “Mark and I are bi.” I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. I didn't know. He never admitted it to me. Then I replayed some of the things I heard said and sounds made, and it gave everything a whole new context. Most hilariously Billy saying, “no, I want you to lick it”. I can't believe I was so oblivious that I didn't get it then. While yes, Mark was still fucking Sarah, he was also having a turn on Billy. While I am completely comfortable with my sexuality, I found it weird that I was secretly masturbating to guy on guy sex.
I apologized profusely for the next week, which Billy was just don't worry about it, but it got weird after that. Mostly because I couldn't get over how embarrassed I was. They stopped their threesomes after that. Sarah stopped talking so openly to me. Mark and I still hung out, but it just wasn't the same. I had started seeing a girl around this time, so I decided to spend nights over at her place. I moved in with her last month which wasn't such a great move, but it got me out of that awkward situation. I laughed about it the other day. It prompted me to text Billy. He thinks it's pretty funny too, and wants me to hang out again. Maybe, I can move back in.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/424igj/my_m_tale_of_voyeurism_jealousy_and
LoL. Awesome, loved it