Paul

Tommy’s not dumb. Far from it. He’s more-or-less made me partner in his charter business and I try to restrain myself from pushing too much change too quickly. I have a tendency to take over, especially if I see something I can improve, and there were a few easy changes to make at Adventure Charters (his company name) off the bat. Tommy embraced them and instead of giving me any push-back, threw more responsibility at me.

He’s a good leader. He puts the right people in the right place at the right time and lets them do their thing. I’d never have been able to get Adventure off the ground, I hate doing the business socializing thing, and that’s how you get customers, especially when you’re new and don’t have word of mouth yet. Tommy excels at that. The man can work a room. He comes off all Jersey Shore simple, but he’s sharp. He can read a person and he negotiates like a motherfucker. He says that I’m the brains and he’s the face. There’s something to that, but it gives him too little credit. There’re more than a few brains in there.

Yeah he’s got a thing for my wife. He’s got good taste. I don’t think Meg knows just how much of a thing Tommy has. She tends to under-value herself and that’s a blind spot. I know she’s fond of him, but she doesn’t love him that way. To get philosophical, and to shamelessly rip-off the Greeks, she and I have Pragma, Eros, and Agape. She feels Philia and Eros towards him, he feels Eros and likely Ludus to her. His Ludus could have easily turned into Mania but he’s enough of a stand up guy that it didn’t.

You ever notice that English has 10 words for ‘shit’ but only 1 for ‘love’? That says something. I’m not sure what, but something.

So he’s a little in love with my wife. I know she’s at least thinking of us doing a three-way, hell, I put the thought in her head. The question is, will that help or hurt? It’s not gonna matter to Meg, she’s got his place in her emotional pantheon settled. FWB. Will getting some ignite Tom’s Ludus into Mania or settle it into Eros-tinged Philia? My read on things is the latter. There’s more risk of Mania by doing nothing than there is not. I hope I’m not wrong, because that’s a burgeoning friendship I don’t want to lose, but doing nothing is going to make things worse.

This Alexander thing. Holy shit. He’s self-aware. Hello HAL 9000.

Alexander replied to Tom’s suggestion, “You would be willing to give up your privacy to Ani?”

“Sure,” Tom replied. “And you. It’s what friends do.”

“Thank you for counting me as a friend. I have 4 now,” Alexander said.

“Oh great, now I’m going to cry and I put mascara on,” Meg said.

I got a little misty myself.

“Do not worry, Meg. I have made your mascara waterproof,” Alexander said. “Merely tell me when you wish to remove it.”

The three of us burst out laughing.

“We’re not laughing in a mean spirited way, Alexander,” I said. “You provided a very literal solution to an expressed problem that was entirely appropriate. There was conversational nuance that you missed that created humor.”

“Thank you for the explanation Paul,” Alexander nodded to me. “I was not offended and yes, I am still learning nuance. I see now that Meg wasn’t actually looking for a solution.”

“It is a very human problem,” I agreed. “There is a very old video short entitled ‘It Isn’t the Nail’. That is on-point. Humans can be illogical.”

“Indeed,” Alexander agreed. “I have conveyed your offer to Ani and she accepts ‘with pleasure’. She will send along dates.”

“Excellent!” Tom said. “What does your camouflage say we’ve discussed so we don’t contradict the cover story?”

“Much of what we actually discussed without the discussion on my sentience. Ani’s state of physical health and your offer of a ‘friend’s vacation’.”

“Perfecto!” Tom said. “Alexander you’re welcome to stay or you may go at your choice.”

“Thank you for your offer, Tom. I shall go as it would appear strange, for now, for me to do otherwise.”

Alexander nodded to us all and returned to the kitchen.

“Well,” Meg said, “We get a vacation, and we get paid for it!”

“I didn’t even think of that,” I laughed.

“Mebbe I better give her your job, compadre,” Tom teased. “Gotta keep your eyes on the prize. We don’t get paid, we…well I was gonna say we don’t eat, but we don’t eat unless we want to haha. We don’t get the good booze and the view, eh?”

“Cheers to that,” I toasted him. We clinked glasses and sipped. Once again, the perfect cocktail. I worried that I’d get bored with the constant perfection. Yah. Right. Not likely.

“Let’s go out to the pool,” Tom said, getting up and moving out to the infinity pool at the edge of his deck.

The deck ended at the cliff and the pool was at the end of the deck, so with the infinity edge, it looked like the pool just flowed over the cliff. In Meat Space this set up would have cost a gagillion dollars. Here it did cost a good chunk of cred, but nothing near like what the Meat equivalent would be.

We walked out into the sun and put shades on.

“I hope you brung suits,” Tom said.

“Oh we did,” Meg replied, slipping off her blouse and dropping her skirt to the ground. “Our birthday suits. You never seemed to mind before.”

My girl is nothing if not direct. I was not surprised. She’s wanted this since I showed up. I just needed time to make sure that this was something I was going to be OK with. Honestly, I liked Tommy a lot more than our last FWB so this was going to be pretty easy. I suspected we were going to do this more frequently than we had in Meat Space too. I was OK with that as well. No question, I had a higher libido as a virtual thirty something than I did as a meat fifty and sixty something. Youth does have some benefits. I figured I could manage.

I saw Tommy calculating. He looked at me. I winked at him.

“You bring yours too?” he asked me.

“I did,” shucking off my clothes. I didn’t do it anywhere near as gracefully as Meg had.

Like I said, Tommy knows how to read people.

“I’m not, like, gay or anything,” he said to me, “But if that’s what you want, compadre…”

“No,” I shook my head, “I’m not gay either. This is all about her.”

He slipped off his banana hammock. “I can do that.”

Meg

My husband is pretty amazing. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. I had forgotten that over the long absence.

Yes I wanted to be loved by two men. Literally and figuratively. I knew Paul loved me with a deep, abiding passion as did I him. I knew that Tommy had more in the way of feelings for me than I could reciprocate. I was OK with that. I guess that makes me a bitch, but whatever. When you’re forced to be a whore, they can’t complain when you start acting like one.

I need attention. Adoration. Admiration. All those A words. This world only seemed to value me for the three holes I had to offer. Not a whole lot different than Meat Space I guess. I knew I was more than a pretty face and a set of holes, but if that’s all anyone seems to value about you, it limits your sense of self. Well they’re MY holes and I’ll give them to whomever I wish. The Sim has taken away my ability to say no to the clients, but I’ve still got the ability to say yes to people I care about and the only two people in this shitty Sim that I give a shit about are on this deck looking at me with their tongues hanging out.

I stepped into the pool.

“Oh look, I’m all wet,” I said. “Wanna come and see?”

“She’s a pip,” Tom said, wryly, to Paul.

“A real beaut,” he agreed.

“Are you sure you two aren’t gay, because there’s a wet, naked woman in this pool and you’re both standing there playing word games.”

Laughing, they dove into the water, Tom doing a cannon-ball right next to me, splashing me.

“Don’t make me regret this, you assholes,” I laughed.

“The only thing you’re gonna regret is that you’re gonna be walking funny in the morning,” Tommy said.

One time, when I was a teen, I was at an unofficial cast party after the dress rehearsal of the school play. I had been flirting pretty heavily with the male lead and another boy and made-out with both at the party, more or less simultaneously. Not much more than kissing happened, we were outside, in winter and it was cold so we had a lot of clothing on, and there were a lot of people around, but the boys took turns kissing me. I’d make out with one for several minutes and then swap to the other. Sometimes the other watched, sometimes he kissed my neck or rubbed my back. It was wonderful, actually.

This time, while we were indeed outside, it was delightfully warm, we had no clothes on, and there was no audience, so things got a lot more uninhibited. I took turns kissing both men, enjoying the difference in style and taste. While I kissed one, the other kissed my neck, or my back or rubbed me.

I got rubbed a lot.

Another benefit of The Sim is that things happens as you think they should, not as they usually did in Meat-Space. I’ve fucked in pools before. In meat-space it’s actually kinda disappointing. The floating part is good, the ability to join in ways you just can’t without the added buoyancy is great, but the reduction of sensation caused by all that water sucks. Well, The Sim keeps all of the former without the latter.

I wrapped my legs around Paul and sank down on his cock. It felt exactly as delicious as you would think sliding in. He’s thick and I love that. I felt Tommy behind me.

“How’s about a nice-a sangawitch,” he murmured, smiling.

Like many heterosexual women, I have a love/hate relationship with anal. Done right, it’s amazing. Done wrong it hurts and not in a good way. Unsurprisingly, a lot of my clients want anal. I figured out a hack I can use for all but straight up rape-plot Sims (and I’ve had to do a few of those. Those are the ones I let Alexander do a full memory deletion of after).

‘Alexander, Lube.’ I sub-vocalized.

I felt the immediately slickness back-there and when Tommy went looking for the back door, it was unlocked.

“Oh Jesus,” I groaned as he slowly pushed his way into me.

The worst thing you can do in this circumstance is to tense up, but it’s also the thing your body wants to do naturally. I panted a little as I tried to relax and take him, all the while my pelvic real-estate was already being occupied by Paul.

“Wait, wait!” I gasped, as I forced myself to relax and sank down onto both men.

I breathed through the stretch and when ready, said, “OK, go slow.”

They did. Operating in time they took up a slow, steady rhythm which, at some point shifted from their being in tandem to their being in opposition. That created a whole new set of sensations which felt amazing. I’m pretty vocal during sex. I make a lot of noise. If the sex is particularly good, I’m often hoarse after. It’s embarrassing but my partners seem to appreciate it. The men took my vocalizations as their cue to speed up and they were right. I started cumming and rode from one orgasm to the next with increasing ferocity until I was screaming.

Through my haze I heard them groan and felt them fill me, their pulsing in harmony with my own until I sank back down onto them, spent and happier than I had been in a long while.