The doorbell hadn't even rung yet, but the silence in the apartment was already heavy, almost palpable. Christophe ran a nervous hand through his hair for the third time in five minutes. Sitting on the sofa, a glass of aged rum in hand, Kty watched him. A light scent of vanilla and monoi wafted around her. She hadn't said anything since he'd started pacing between the coffee table and the bay window. "Are you sure, darling?" her voice, soft with a hint of an island accent, cut through the air. Christophe stopped, his gaze shifting. "Yes. I think so. It's just... weird, now that it's happening." Weird was an understatement. Inviting Benjamin, his best friend since college, into their bed. The idea had germinated in him, confused and ashamed at first, then obsessive. An attraction he'd never dared to name, camouflaged under years of manly jokes and camaraderie. When he'd told Kty about it, he'd expected a refusal, perhaps disgust. But she'd looked at him for a long time, her big, dark eyes deep and nonjudgmental, and simply said, "If it's important to you, Christophe, then we'll talk about it. We'll find a way." This story is 20 years old ;) Since then, Christophe has loved guys and their cocks :) The doorbell rang. Christophe jumped. Kty put down her glass and stood up with a feline grace that struck him. Her coppery skin seemed to catch the dim light of the living room. It was her, the most solid of the three tonight. Benjamin stood in the doorway, a slightly strained smile on his lips. He held a bottle of wine, as if he were coming for an ordinary dinner. "Hi." » “Hey Ben, come in,” Christophe said, his voice a little hoarse. The atmosphere in the living room was electric. They exchanged pleasantries about work, about a soccer game. Each pause in the conversation seemed to last an eternity. Christophe felt Benjamin's gaze on him, then on Kty, trying to decipher the situation he had accepted with a simple, “Okay, curious to try,” via text. It was Kty who broke the ice. She approached Christophe, placed a hand on the small of his back, then turned to Benjamin, a small smile on her face. “We're not going to spend the evening pretending, are we?” Her tone wasn't aggressive, but direct and tinged with a disarming warmth. She leaned down and kissed Christophe, slowly, without ever taking her eyes off Benjamin. Then she moved towards him. Christophe held his breath. She didn't kiss him, but placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. "Don't worry, Ben. We're just here." He swallowed and nodded, his gaze sliding from her to Christophe.In the bedroom, the dim light barely masked the tension. They undressed in silence. Christophe was painfully aware of his own body, pale next to his wife's radiant skin, and even more so of Benjamin's. He saw the muscles of her back, the line of her shoulders, details he had never dared to look at like this. Kty lay down in the center of the bed, like a queen on her throne. She pulled Christophe against her, then reached out a hand toward Benjamin. "Come." At first, everything revolved around her. Christophe's and Benjamin's hands explored her, sometimes brushing against each other. Every accidental contact between the two ...

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