There had even been many times when the Peacock was making his bird sing when they weren’t in his nest. Several times we arrived back at the apartment when he was out of his cage and he was inducing twitters and chirps on the kitchen counter, on the living room couch, or on the balcony. We would always stand and watch for awhile before Lacey’s libido would drag me into our bedroom to induce cheeps, chirps, and trills of her own.
The ritzy college apartment living room had mood lighting, a serious sound system, a comfortable couch, and a wet bar filled with the finest tequila. Naturally quite a few of the notches on Peacock’s feather were clipped on that couch, and the Peacock was never embarrassed about performing his mating dance in front of Lacey and I as we watched.
That was the background that was almost five years in our rear-view mirror when I got that phone call from the Peacock saying he was moving back. That same night, after the flood gates finally opened, I probed further into her fantasyland confessional.
“What excites you about…uuhh…the Peacock?”
“Uummmm…Richard made them…oohhh honey…they had to do…uunngghhh…whatever he said.”
“Nngg…you’d like that?”
“Mmm hmmm…he’d make me…uummm…do things…oohhh honey…you never would.”
“Like what Lace?”
“Uuunngghhh…he’d fuck me…uummm… in front of other people…oohhh god.”
“They’d see you naked.”
“Ooohhh god…after he fucked them…mmmm…he made them stay naked…uuunnngg…so we could see them.”
“Nnngg…you want him to…uunn…show you off?”
“Mmmm hmmm…I want him…uunngghh…to let them see me too Jake.”
Lacey had just turned 23, and I thought she’d never looked better. She was back to her pre-pregnancy weight of 125 pounds, she’d worked hard at the gym to firm, flatten, and tone, her C-cup had become D-cup, and she’d trimmed her pussy hair close for me and she also liked the result. She was proud of her body and I could understand why she wanted to let others see it, but neither of those reasons was the main point of her Peacock fantasy.
“You want him to be where I am now, don’t you?”
“Mmmm hmmm…I always have.”
“You want his big tallywhacker.”
“Mmmmm…I wonder…oohhh god Jake…how would that feel…uuunnngghh.”
When she began confessing, I was initially upset to hear that many, if not most, of her fantasies involved my ‘slick with the ladies’ former roommate, but further reflections induced a rethink from me. What had he really done to deserve my scalpel to our friendship? He’d flirted, but Lacey had flirted back. Aside from his ‘may I kiss the bride’ overindulgence, nothing else had happened. And really, who could blame them? They were both drunk. They were both magnets for the opposite gender and they could both take their pick.
Had Richard not been the ethical and moral friend he was, I believe he could have enticed my fiancée into his nest relatively easily. I’m not entirely sure she would have accepted my proposal if she hadn’t been pregnant, especially since Richard Charles Rodgers appeared to be on the hunt and was flirting with more than innuendo.
It had only been in the last six months that Richard had reentered our life, after his call that said he was moving back. He’d accepted the position he applied for with a Denver based bank, First Bank, which included a nice responsibility and salary increase. He’d stayed in a Denver hotel for two weeks before he moved into a ritzy, upscale Boulder apartment not far from our own much-less-than-ritzy place, and for the last six months we’d all gone back and forth frequently.
He was good with our two young boys and the animus I felt at our wedding had dissipated. Just before I jinkied my way out and into the taxi earlier, I reminded her to make sure he got an explicit understanding of our perved fantasy.
After her confessions and my rethink on that night after his call and after his move into his palatial apartment, Richard was asked to rejoin our merry band. Two became three, and he became our nearly constant companion. Unprovoked, and without revealing our own fantasies, the Peacock admitted that he was tired of playing and was ready to build a nest with just one bird for life. He said he was looking for and wanted Lassie while he looked my gorgeous wife in the eye.
At first, when two became three, there had been reticence from both of them to flirt because of my reaction prior to and at our wedding; but as time healed my jealousy bone, I started to quiver on a different bone for a different reason. In the last couple of months, their flirting had progressed, and my quiver bone was frequently throbbing as a result. His admission that he wanted Lacey made it throb and quiver the hardest.
Our perved fantasy was still on course, and if it continued to sail true, tonight promised to be the culmination of the advanced course in flirting they had recently passed. I was hardwood at the thought of what they were doing at that moment.
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Waiting is hard, and I was hard while I waited. I’d been watching the second hand when the phone jarred me. 2:48 AM. I answered as if I knew who was calling.
“Hi Lace. You okay?”
“More ‘n okay, hun… ‘m naked.”
“Turned on too?”
“Mmm…wet ‘n ready…so’s Richard…um…you?”
“Yeah. I hope it will be as good as we hoped.”
“Mmmm…me too.”
“Ask Peacock if he’ll let me listen.”
“I heard that…,” He apparently had his ear near the phone too, “…and you can do more than listen if you want old chap. We’ll wait if you want to drive over to watch me ‘n your Lassie.”
I didn’t think Lacey would have ratted me out because it was what our original disagreement had been about, and now I was being offered a chance to get my way. They were going to let me watch, which was exactly what I’d wanted in the first place. When I made my case, I told Lacey that Peacock wouldn’t care if I watched because I’d already done it so many times. Her counter was that she wouldn’t be able to let go if I was watching.
I don’t know why she changed her mind, but that’s a woman’s prerogative I guess. I suspected Lacey’s flip-flop was due to the Peacock. He liked to make his bird do what he wanted. What made his offer even better was that his apartment was just four or five miles from ours in Boulder and I could be there in ten minutes.
“Keep your Lassie ready Peacock.”
When I knocked on his apartment door, my Lacey, his Lassie answered it naked and still ready. I could smell her arousal and the trimmed blonde rug that matched the curtains on her head was matted and wet. I gave her a kiss that she returned with emotion and passion.
“You shur’ ’bout this hun?”
I stuck a finger in her readiness, “This is Peacock’s tonight.”
She took my wet hand to lead me into the living room, where we found Peacock also naked with his feather fluffed sitting on the couch he’d apparently used as the set to photograph Lacey. All the lights and reflectors were arranged so the couch was the focal point, and he had two cameras on tripods pointing that way too.
“Ay up you big bloke. Will you be right with this? It was a big clanker before, mate.”