4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sean

I 'm out of my mind with lust and desire. I need to get out of this house. During the day, I can't stop looking at Shannon when we are paired up to do things together, and by the evening, I hear her moans as John ravishes her night after night. I swear that bastard is insatiable. But I'm sure having a little nymph for a wife doesn't really help, either. I'd be banging her on a daily basis as well.

Getting my shit packed ASAP is the first order of business, so I go to my room, pull out my suitcase and start throwing clothes into it. I'm in the middle of it when I feel Shannon enter my room.

"What are you doing?" She asks with that breathy, sexy voice. "Wait, are you leaving? What The Fuck?"

I stop abruptly and turn to her so violently that she takes a step back. "I can't do this anymore, Shannon."

"Do what?"

"Don't act coy with me. You know I'm attracted to you. I've seen you almost naked a dozen times or more, and at night, your moans keep my cock hard. I've got blue balls for miles."

"Why don't you just take care of it?"

"What? I…" Do I just confess? It's embarrassing. "I do take care of it."

"Then, what's the big deal?"

I swear the word 'astonishment' is printed on my forehead. She doesn't think it's a big deal.

"First, wanting you is wrong. Second, I'm close to doing something about it, and that would be a betrayal to my best friend of twenty years."

She frowns and looks like she's finally taking my words seriously.

"I'll go check some properties with you if you want," she says. "Get you somewhere to live. Somewhere nice. But just wait a few days."

"That's what I'm telling you. I can't wait a few days. I can't wait another second."

I hear the front door open. "Shit." I don't know how I'm going to explain this to John. Soon enough, John comes looking for us.

"Hey…what the hell is this? Are you packing?"

"I'll leave you two to it." Shannon scurries away, the coward.

"What's going on, Sean?"

"Let's go into your office and have a drink. You're going to need it."

We go to his office, and he pours us some whiskey. I almost down the whole thing in one swallow, which gives me a coughing fit. What's the best way to tell your best friend you want to fuck his wife? Worse even, that you think you have feelings for her. I better brace myself for the worst. Losing him, losing her, the partnership. The hardest part will be signing on for another tour with no anchor at home.

"Why do you want to leave, Sean?"

"I'm uncomfortable here, John."

"Have we…?"

"No. Yes. No." I hesitate. "I'm attracted to Shannon, John. You guys have a very healthy sex drive, and being here and hearing you have sex day in and day out is driving me insane. Plus, I don't know about you, but I've caught your wife several times semi-naked, and I'm just about ready to burst."

"I see." He looks at his drink, and I can't decipher his expression. "Do you think she's attracted to you as well?"

I blanch. I didn't think about Shannon wanting me. Or about her betraying her husband. But I owe him the truth.

"I haven't really noticed. All my energy has been centered on staying away from her. I…I don't know if it's reciprocated."

"Then maybe we should ask her."

"I've let you down, haven't I? I'm supposed to be your best friend. I should be stronger."

"We need to include Shannon in this conversation, I think. Let's go find her."

His face is impassive, and I don't know what to think. Is he just keeping it all in? Will he blow up at Shannon? At me? I'd be able to take it, but I know how in love Shannon is with him. She'd be shattered.

We get to the living room, and Shannon is pacing in front of the fireplace. It's summer, so it's just for decor right now, but I wish I could fuck her in front of it during the cold nights of winter. I need to get my head back into the game here.

"Shannon, we need to talk about something," John says, keeping a level head, apparently. I wouldn't be able to do that if my wife was being lusted after.

Shannon looks at John with big, teary eyes. Was she deliberately teasing me? Did she want to drive me out of my mind with desire? I don't know what to think anymore.

"Please sit down." He asks.

"I'd rather stand. Wha… What did you guys talk about?"

"Sean confessed that he is very attracted to you. Are you attracted to him?"

She visibly bristles. "John, how am I supposed to answer something like that? You're my husband!"

"We've always been honest with each other. Painfully so. Now's not the time to change that. It's what keeps our marriage strong."

I feel like a third wheel in here, but I try to act as if I'm not even in the room.

"Are you attracted to him?" John insists.

Shamed, Shannon lowers her head and whispers, "Yes, I am."

"Since when?" I tear my gaze from Shannon to look at John. What does it matter when it started? It's there.

Shannon looks up at me and then directly into John's eyes. "Since our wedding day. I felt a connection that day."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"People have errant thoughts and desires. There's no need to act on every one of them." She answers a little too truthfully for my taste. Then, she falls down into the chair in defeat.

"What if I said I was okay with you two being together? What would you do then?"

I'm in shock. I can't believe what my best friend is saying right now. I look at Shannon to see her reaction. She's not shocked. One little bit. I guess their sex life is more open than I thought.

"Have you guys ever added an additional person to your sex play?" I dare to ask.

"It's never come up. But I know Shannon reads those books."

Shannon gets up again and resumes her pacing. She's wringing her hands in angst, and I want to take her into my arms and tell her that everything is going to be alright. But that's not really my job, is it?

"It's not as simple as just adding a new person to the mix," she says. "You guys wouldn't understand."

"So tell us, Shannon. What are your concerns?" He grabs her hands to stop them from shaking.

She looks up at her husband, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"Oh, John. What if I like him too much? What if I want it to keep happening? What if I stop wanting you? What if this ruins our marriage? There are so many wrong ways this could go."

John pulls her into his arms and hugs her tenderly. "What about all the good ways it could go? A new, exciting partner. Threesomes. Someone to give you pleasure who genuinely cares for you. Unlimited orgasms. Threesomes." He rubs her back with gentle strokes.

I wish I was the one doing that for her, but I'm transfixed by the raw honesty in the conversation going on in front of me.

"Besides," he continues, "you have a very high sex drive, Shannon. I worry that I won't be able to keep satisfying you with our age difference."

Shannon's reply is a bit muffled due to her face being buried in John's shirt. "People's sex lives slow down after a while. It's normal, and your age is perfect."

"So you'd be willing to give this a chance? You'll respond to Sean's advances if he makes any?"

"I'm scared, John."

"What if I told you I want this too?" Shannon's head pops up from his chest, and she looks at him wide-eyed.

"I… I don't know. Are you sure?"

"I am very sure, my love." He takes one of her hands into his. "Trust me."

And I can't help but feel he's also talking to me with that last statement.