Page 13 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

“I’m in. Let’s do it.”

“Cool.” Wren draws his knees up to his chest, somehow making himself look small.

I search for the movie and we settle in to watch it. At first, it seems like some kind of feel-good story, but the tone quickly shifts when the friend begins acting weird around the wife.

“Oh shit. Is he gonna fuck up their marriage?”

“Don’t know,” Wren says.

About an hour into the movie, shit gets real. The dinner between the three of them shifts to a seduction scene. The friend is clearly focused on the husband in this story, and the wife is apparently captivated.

“The husband’s nervous,” Wren says. “There’s a backstory, don’t you think?”

“I do. Something happened before. I can’t tell yet if it’s good or bad.”

“Same.”

When the scene turns erotic, the three people on screen getting hot and heavy, I shift in my seat. Awkward. But we’re adults. We can handle a little visual sex.

That is until the friend grabs the husband and kisses him. Wren’s breath audibly catches, and I refuse to even glance at him. The wife in the show is sitting on the couch, her hands between her legs as she watches her husband get worked over by another man.

“They’ve done that before,” Wren notes. “The husband is too comfortable for it to be his first time.”

“Yep.”

The scene is more erotic than I would have anticipated as both men get naked. There’s full nudity, groping, kissing, and then the friend sinks to his knees.

My cock twitches violently in my sweatpants, and I put my hands in my lap to hide my reaction. I finally brave a glance at Wren, who’s watching with his lips parted. He’s not hiding his reaction at all, and to my absolute shock, he turns to me, holds my gaze, and very slowly, methodically slides his hands inside his shorts.

“It’s been a long time,” he whispers. “Even solo.” He shivers. “Too much information?”

I shake my head. “No. You can tell me anything you want. We’re friends, right?”

“We are.”

There’s obscene moaning coming from the screen, and if anyone walked by, they might think we’re watching straight-up porn.

“Same. I haven’t… in a long time.”

Wren swallows hard. “It would be okay if…” His eyes go back to the TV, and as his cheeks turn red, I follow his gaze.

The two men are on the couch next to the wife, one riding the other. As the audience, we can only see the husband’s ass and her half-dressed state as she gets off to watching the scene unfold.

“Think they’re frotting?” Wren asks.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s nice. It’s one of my favorite things.”

My brow creases as I give in and rub myself through my sweatpants. “Me too.”

“We’re friends,” Wren repeats. “Friends who could… if we wanted to.”

“Could what, Wren? Be clear.”

His eyes move to my hand, then he blows out a breath and tugs his shorts down, revealing his cock. I gasp at the sight and my mouth literally waters. He’s pale everywhere, his skin covered in freckles, even his dick. It’s on the shorter side, but thick, and the tuft of red hair above it tempts me to bury my face in it.

“Fuck, Wren.”

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