Cuckolded With His Best Friend

"So, did you have a good time this weekend?" Ms. Morrigan asked, after he had returned to his customary place, naked at her feet.

"Uh huh," he replied, uncertainly, rubbing the polished, wine-colored nail on her big toe with his thumb.

"And did you tell them about me, like I asked?"

"I did, some," he acknowledged.

"Good boy. What did they think?"

"Well, like I figured, they just don't get it. I think it made them a little uncomfortable."

She laughed. "And was it uncomfortable for you?"

"Very."

"Good! And so, your best friend ... Todd? Was he there?"

"Uh huh."

"I would like to meet him."

He stopped rubbing and made eye contact with her, his face filled with trepidation.

"Give me your phone. I want his number."

He paused for a moment, then got up and retrieved his phone from the neat stack of clothes he had left on the dining room table, and handed it to her. She started scrolling through his contacts, then started typing a number into her own phone.(to be continued obviously)

"You seem nervous," she commented.

"I am," he said softly. "Are ... are you going to cuckold me with my best friend?"

"Hmmm. That's a thought. Would you like that?"

A thought, he noted, and wondered what she meant by that. Meanwhile, he found himself answering, "Ummm ... no ..."

"Really? Are you sure? You always get so excited when I talk to you about letting other men enjoy me ... in ways that you don't get to ... don't you?"

"Well, yes, but ..."

"But what?"

"But, with my best friend ... ?"

"Mmm hmm. Wouldn't that be even more exciting? Knowing that your best friend was getting to touch me in all the places you haven't? Experiencing me in all the ways that you only get to dream about?"

His only response was an audible gulp.

"Doesn't that excite you? It looks like it excites you."

Finally, he meekly admitted, "yes..."

"Of course it does. But, no, I don't think I'll do that."

He was confused, overwhelmed with competing waves of relief and, oddly, disappointment.

"If I let Todd ... take me ... then he could tell you what it was like. Describe it to you in exquisite, excruciating detail. And then, all these intimate mysteries about me that you wonder about, well, they wouldn't be mysteries any more, would they?"

He watched her continue to manipulate her phone, and realized with discomforting certainty that she was serious.

"What are you doing?" he asked, inviting her to say the terrifying words.

"I'm texting Todd, and inviting him over."

"Right now? But ... why?"

"Because I want him naked on the floor in front of me, massaging my feet."

"Well, like I said ... he doesn't get that."

"Ooh, but you know I love a challenge."

He felt himself overcome with waves of nausea, and arousal. "But ... what about me?"

"Oh, I'll want you to leave," she replied. "And go write me one of your wonderful essays about how you're feeling."

Her phone dinged. She looked at it and smiled. "He's on his way over." (to be continued)