MMM Ch. 09: Bradley Comes to Visit

"I'm sorry," I said. I wanted to reach out and touch him too but I didn't want to make it worse. I just sat on the couch next to him. Not too close.

"Don't be sorry," he said, "I love staying here. I'll be honest. I haven't even looked for a place of my own yet. I don't want to leave."

"You can stay as long as you like," I said looking into his eyes. He didn't say anything for a minute. He just looked in my eyes. Like he was searching for something.

"So when did you start having multiple guys?" Bradley asked.

"With Max or before?" I asked.

"Is that what you and Terri called it?" he asked.

"Terri told you?" I asked. Shit. Who else did Terri tell?

"Not really," he said, "I was just talking to him this morning and I asked him if he knew you and Max were swingers."

"Really?" I asked trying not to show my anger, "Why would you talk to him about it?"

"He just visited you guys," he said, "I figured he might know something."

"Yes," I said, he knows alright.

"Oh yes," he said, "He told me he and Tommy joined you guys. Then he realized what he said and tried to backpedal out of it."

"Oh," I said. I should have known Terri couldn't really keep it all a secret. He was too much of an open book.

"He didn't say much after that but I can piece it together," he said.

"Yes, well, I brought Tommy into our relationship," I said, figuring Bradley needed an explanation.

"You brought him in?" Bradley asked.

"Yes, one night when Tommy accidentally saw me sucking Terri I realized I liked him watching," I explained, "So the next day I invited him to join in while Terri was already fucking me. Terri was too excited to say no at the moment. But then..." Bradley was waiting. He knew I was no vanilla girl, but I didn't know if he would think I was crazy if I told him everything.

"Then...what?" Bradley asked. His voice was a little shaky. He was excited. I looked down at the bulge in his pants. I smiled and looked back at his eyes.

"This is exciting to hear isn't it?" I asked.

"Ummm," he stalled.

"That's how it started with Max," I explained, "I told him stories of Terri and Tommy fucking me and he liked it."

"It is exciting," he admitted, "Are you going to continue your story?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," he said.

"I don't know if I should," I said, "It's not going to help you." I looked at his bulge again. I bit my lip. Shit, I wanted to help him out.

Bradley looked at my lip, "I remember when I made you bite your lip...and....make noises.... Fuck, you're right I can't listen to this." He stood up just as Max was walking out into the living room.

"Morning," Max said and noticed Bradley's arousal. It was tough to miss. "Morning wood?" Max asked unfazed.

"Yes," Bradley said and headed to the bathroom, to relieve his hard-on I imagined. Fuck, I so wished he'd let me help him.

"What are you doing to him?" Max chuckled while walking into the kitchen. I followed him.

"Nothing," I whispered, "Well, just talking. He knows. Well sort of knows. He knows about Tommy now."

"Terri told him," Max guessed.

"He thought Bradley knew already," I said. "It really wasn't Terri's fault."

"So now what?" Max said.

"I have no idea...." I said.

Bradley came out of the bathroom a few minutes later without his hard-on. He joined us in the kitchen.

"Sorry again about bringing that girl here last night," he said to Max, "It won't happen again. I promise. I'm going to start looking for my own place. Maybe you can help me." Noooo, he was going to leave. I had scared him off. Shit.

We ate breakfast and Max talked to Bradley about some possible places to look for an apartment. I sulked.

I told them I wanted to go shopping for some work clothes since I knew they wouldn't ask to tag along. I needed to go out by myself and think. Figure out what to do. I really wanted Bradley to join us in bed. Now that he was back in my life, I didn't want to lose him again.

I went out and did end up buying some work clothes and a few more nighties. I knew Max would like that and I hoped maybe Bradley would get to see them someday too.

That night the three of us went out to dinner at a nearby bar. The bartender girl that I had seen there before was really chatting up Bradley. I was getting more infuriated by the minute.

Max whispered in my ear, "You're going to have to get better at dealing with this."

I just sighed. I knew I couldn't. I knew I either had to drink a lot or leave. I didn't want to leave because I was afraid Bradley would go home with her. So I ordered us shots.

The bartender, Ashley, joined the three of us in the shot. I never understood how bartenders could just drink on the job. Almost like it was expected. What other job can you do that?

Actually, she seemed really nice. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head that I might lose Bradley. If I did, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. I didn't know if I'd ever accept that. I just kept drinking.

I was very drunk by the time we were done with dinner.

When Ashley brought the final bill, Bradley picked it up and took out his wallet.

"Let me get this," Bradley said, "It's the least I can do for you guys after you've let me stay with you so long."

"Are you sure?" Max asked.

"Definitely," Bradley answered. Was he trying to impress Ashley? Yuck.

"I'll take her home," Max offered Bradley. He must have seen that Bradley was enjoying talking to Ashley too.

"Why?" I asked too loudly. "I want to go out," I whined and grabbed Bradley's arm. "Don't you want to go out?" I asked Bradley.

"No," he said, smiling at me completely melting me, "We should get you home."

We. He said we. He was coming home too. I relaxed. I held Bradley's arm and waved goodbye to Ashley. She wouldn't have him. Not tonight anyway.

"Sorry," Max said to Bradley as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders taking me off of Bradley's arm.

"I don't mind," Bradley said. I smiled. Good, I thought.

When we got home Max brought me to bed with a glass of water.

"Go to sleep, baby," he said, kissing me.

"No," I whined, "I want to stay up with you guys."

"Trust me," he said, "You'll feel better if you sleep this off. I'll come to bed soon."

Max went out into the living room. I heard him and Bradley talking and laughing. I wanted to be with them but my eyelids were too heavy.

When Max returned to bed, I felt him before I saw him. I hoped Bradley was there too but wasn't.

"Hey, baby," I said groggily. I was definitely less drunk after sleeping a bit.

"Feel a little better?" Max asked.

"Yes," I said, "Thank you." I pulled him to me to kiss him. "I'm sorry for tonight."

"I know," he said, "You're going to have to deal with this a little better. Be a friend first. Bradley isn't yours anymore, and he might never be again. He'll move out and we'll stay friends. It will be ok."

"I know," I said, "But there was so much we didn't get to do. It would be perfect if we could now."

"But you squeezed a lot into your short time together, didn't you..." he baited me. Storytime. He'd heard it before but it was a pretty amazing story.

"Yes, so much. I loved it all. I'm glad we got to shower but my favorite part was definitely the gspot orgasm." I started, "No one had ever given me one with a real cock. He didn't even know me as a lover yet, so I was floored."

"Did he even know he was going to give you one?" Max asked.

"I was trying to be a good girl and not dominate him," I continued, "So I asked him if I could just slide on his cock. I'm pretty sure he didn't know I was going to ride him so hard. I knew right away that his big cock was hitting just the right spot, especially when I leaned back a little."

"What's your favorite part of the gspot orgasm?" Max asked. He loved hearing me talk like this.

"I love the way it builds up so high and I get dizzy from panting so hard," I explained and felt my breath quickening just talking about it.

"You want one now?" Max offered.

"Yes, baby," I said, "I do need that." I reached over to feel how hard his cock was. Rock hard. Yes.

"Fuck me like you fucked him," Max said.

"Yes..." I said undressing him. I rolled him onto his back so I could straddle him. I put my pussy just over the head of his cock. Then I slid off holding the tip in my pussy.

"Slam into me," I demanded. Max put his hands on my hips and pulled me all the way into his cock.

"Oh, baby!" I tried not to scream too loud. Although maybe I should. Then Bradley would know what he was missing out on by not joining us.

"Ride me," Max said and I did. I rocked back and forth on his cock leaning back just enough that his huge cock filled me up and hit my gspot just right.

"Oh...baby...yes..." I panted as I started to feel the gspot orgasm build. It was so much more intense so it took longer to build and longer to crash.

"Fuck," Max said, "That feels so good for me too."

"Don't you...dare....cum yet," I said between breaths. I started to feel dizzy and quickened my rocking.

"I'm waiting for you," Max assured me.

"Yes...I'm...oh...fuck!" I felt my orgasm finally go over the top and crash and crash and crash.

Max pulled my hips so he could bury his cock deep inside me and I felt him explode into my spasming pussy. This just heightened the sensation and made my orgasm keep going. By the time it was finally subsiding I was almost hyperventilating. I collapsed on top of Max and tried desperately to catch my breath.

When I could finally speak I said, "Thank you, baby. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Be a horny mess?" Max laughed.

"Probably..." I said laughing too. I couldn't stop thinking about how to get Bradley to join us.