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My name is Kyle. I met Bruce at a home brewers expo a couple of months ago.
We became good friends, and started working together on improving our home brewing skills and equipment. Both of us striving to continuously make better beer.
This morning, after a brewing session, I was cleaning up my brewery in the garage, when my phone buzzed to indicate I had a message. After finishing the cleanup I picked up the phone to check the message.
It was from Bruce, It read, “Call me, Buddy, We need to talk.”
I thought, OK, that sounds odd. I called him.
Bruce answered on the second ring. I said “Hey man, whats up?”
Bruce said “can we meet in the cellar this afternoon, I really need to talk to you.”
“Hey sure thing, Is everything OK?” I asked. “You sound kind of messed up.”
Bruce replied, “I’ll talk to you when you get here, Around three or four o’clock OK with you?”
“Sure, I’ll talk to you then,” I said.
Bruce hung up.
WTF?, I thought to myself.
Bruce owns a house a couple of suburbs over from me. The usual kind of suburban family home. Three bedroom, two bathroom, that sort of thing. There was one big difference between his house and mine. His has a cellar. Bruce has converted the cellar to a mini boutique brewery. Complete with a small bar, and a couple of classic wooden barroom tables and half a dozen wooden barroom chairs, he picked them all up at a dispersal auction somewhere.
It made for a really nice rustic hangout for guys to get together over a couple of cold beers.
A bit after three I pulled up out front of Bruce’s house and made my way down the side to the cellar door. The door had the “open” sign up, so I went in.
Bruce was at the bar, polishing some glasses. He nodded to me as I came in. “Grab a chair Kyle, I’ll pour us a beer and be right with you.”
After pouring the beers Bruce came and sat at a table with me, he looked like shit.
“What gives man, You look like you haven’t slept for a fucking week.”
Bruce replied, “I haven’t,”
“What is it man?, and how can I help?”
“It’s my wife, man.”
“What’s wrong with Joanne?, Is she sick?”
“I wish,” Bruce spat.
Oh fuck, “Tell me, Lets see what I can do to help.”
Bruce said “Man, she wants to make me a cuckold.”
“What the fuck?, you are kidding?, right?”
“Oh it gets worse, Joanne wants you to be her bull.”
“Yeah, very funny,” I said.
“Do I look like I’m fucking laughing, Kyle.”
“Sorry man, no you don’t. Just tell her it ain’t happening. Tell her you won’t be a cuckold, and she can get that crazy idea out of her head.”
“I tried that, I told her you wouldn’t do that to me.”
“And?” I asked.
Bruce told me that she gave him an ultimatum. It was either going to be me, or the big African guy down at the local gym. She told him she would prefer me, but would take the African as punishment if we didn’t meet her needs.
“Divorce the bitch,” I said to Bruce.
“I can’t, Kyle, I love her, and wouldn’t want to give her up.”
“So you are going to share your wife with some big black fucker from the local gym.” I said, with a certain level of disgust in my voice, aimed at my friend for being so weak.
“No Kyle, I am going to share my wife with you. Please, don’t say no.” Bruce looked broken.
I stood up and stepped around the table to his side. He stood up to meet me. I put my arms around him, and just hugged him tight. Gently thumping my fist against his shoulder, I said “It’s OK Bruce, If this is what you want, I will do it.”
I had always had an eye for Joanne.
She is an exceptionally attractive woman. Very petite, but with curves in all the right places. Firm well rounded little breasts. Curvy hips and a cute little bubble butt.
Incredibly long shapely legs, which, when combined with a pair of yoga pants, formed a highway which led up to the prettiest little camel toe I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at. Albeit very discreetly.
I stepped back from Bruce and looked at him. “I have a confession to make.”
Bruce looked at me quizzically.
“Bruce, I’m not a bull. In fact, I’m a bi-sexual bottom.”
Bruce looked at me with a shocked look on his face, “Are you fucking serious?” he asked
I nodded.
He said,” I guess that we both have secrets then, I am bi as well, although Joanne doesn’t know about it.”
“top or bottom?” I asked
“I can do both,” Bruce said
“If I’m to become Joanne’s bull I will have to man up. I won’t let her treat you like a cuck, and you will stay on top by becoming my bull. If you want to.”
Bruce admitted that he liked the idea “I guess my wife and I have the same taste in men,” he said, in almost a defeated way.
We sorted out how we were going to do this, and then I went home.
Friday night, at about half past six, I arrived at Bruce and Joanne’s house.
Bruce greeted me at the door. “Is she ready?” I asked.
“She is ready.” said Bruce, before stepping aside so I could see his wife.
Joanne was dressed in a white semi see through blouse, with a small Spanish style leather vest over it. The vest was cut back short at the front, so as not to block the view of her breasts, which obviously were not encased in a bra. Her nipples clearly visible. She wore a short leather skirt which showed most of her thighs, almost up to the cheeks of her butt. The right side of the skirt was also split all the way up to her hip. On her feet she wore a simple pair of leather sandals.
“Joanne you look stunning,” I said.
I walked towards her, put my right arm around her waist and with my left hand reached inside the open split in her skirt and lifted her leg up to rest on my hip.
Then while I kissed her deeply and explored inside her mouth with my tongue I caressed her right ass cheek with my left hand.
I glanced at Bruce, he looked devastated. His wife was being used like a common slut by his friend.
When we broke our embrace she turned to Bruce.
He looked totally broken by what he had just seen. Joanne said to him “see cucky, that is the way to greet a woman.”
I slapped her ass, hard, and I mean really hard. She shrieked in pain.
“Do not speak to your husband like that, bitch.”
“Whatever else he may be, he is also my friend, and if you can’t respect him as a husband, you will at least respect him as my friend.”
She looked at me as if she was going to say something. I turned my head slightly and looked at her a little sideways, as if daring her. She dropped her eyes and nodded. “Of course, you are right, and I apologize.”
“Apologize to Bruce, he is the one you showed disrespect to.”
She did, she turned to her husband and said, “I’m sorry, baby, I should not have spoken to you like that.”
“Excellent, Shall we go then,” I said, extending my arm to her.
We walked out the door to go out to dinner. Bruce stood at the door and watched us go. He was in tears. I felt for him, and looked forward to making it up to him.
Around ten thirty Joanne and I returned to the house. It was in darkness. Bruce would be in the cellar as we had planned.
Once inside I took Joanne in my arms and kissed her, hard and deep. We explored each others mouths delving into each other deeply with our tongues, and sucking each others tongue.