I watch them strip as if they are on the screen, and I’m in the same room. I’m sort of removed from it. My eyes are drawn to the thick shaft outlined by the tight briefs Fletch is wearing. I watch as Penelope pulls those down and reveals her prize, our prize, proudly standing at attention. I watch as she fists him, stroking up and down. I shake my head, coming back to the room I guess, and unclasp Penelope’s bra, sweeping my hand down the smooth skin of her back. She’s down to her panties standing between us, and Fletch grabs the strings and tears them right off her. Fuck, my heart is beating in my cock now.

She half-pushes Fletcher down onto the couch, dropping to her knees in front of him and spreading his legs. She smooths her palms up and down his muscular thighs and I can feel it on my own. He thumps his head on the back of the couch while she teases him a little longer. As soon as her tongue touches him, a shocked, harsh gasp leaves his mouth and his eyes are pinned on hers. The swollen flesh of his cock displays the veins scattered over the surface that are hidden when he is soft, and my dick is rock-hard, aching with a yearning...a new...lust...for another man's cock. My best friend’s cock of all things. I need it so bad. I want to trace each one of those veins with my tongue. I want to be in there. Participating.

I finally remember to finish taking off my own clothes while things begin getting less casual on the couch. The big cock pumping into her mouth is overwhelming my senses.

“I want to try,” I hear myself say, still not convinced I haven’t had my body taken over by aliens or something.

Horny aliens. Really horny aliens.

“I’ll share.” Penelope moves over to focus on the tip to give me space. I hesitate briefly but join her on my knees and press my face against his abs. God I love his body, the big chest and hard stomach. I awkwardly move in to put my lips on the shaft of his dick. It feels incredible...I love the spongy, hard flesh, the way it pulses. His moans grow in intensity and encourage me to go further. His rough fingers rasp across the stubble of my cheek, and my heart bangs against my ribs like it’s a pinball. That’s it. I’m committed to this now, aren’t I?