Free Making Up by Tess Mackenzie

Making Up
    “You know that thing we talked about,” Erica
said.
    “What thing?”
    “ Us having
someone else in bed with us…” She was
embarrassed about it when we weren’t actually having sex, but she
had a threesome fantasy. I didn’t know where it had come from but
she’d started talking about it last year, started whispering it to
me during sex, had started sucking her vibrator sometimes which I
fucked her. I assume imagining another man.
    “There’s a guy at work,” she said, “I was
talking to him.”
    “A guy at work?”
    She nodded.
    “That doesn’t seem the best idea.”
    “I know.”
    “But you did anyway?”
    She shrugged.
    Everybody
likes Erica. Everybody. She doesn’t have
enemies. She goes to the gym and watches what she eats. She avoids
TV and tries to improve her mind, when she’s not working, which is
a lot. She earns more than me. I try to be supportive, and just
turn over when she sets the alarm for five. I make dinner most
nights and usually do the housework. When she first started talking
about threesomes a year ago, I went along with it. I thought she’d
get turned on while we had sex, and get it out her system. She got
turned on, but what I’d apparently forgotten was Erica is an
over-achiever and makes things happen.
    “Okay,” I said, “There’s a guy at work and
it’s not a bad idea.”
    “You don’t mind?”
    I shook my head.
    “You want to?”
    I looked at her, unsure now I was being put
on the spot.
    “ If you let
me do a guy,” she said. “We can do a
girl.”
    I thought
about that. She’d been promising it for
as long as she’d been talking about threesomes, and it made a
difference to me. And we didn’t have problems between us. We had
sex as often as anyone. We didn’t fight. It didn’t seem like that
bad idea.
    “ Yeah,” I
said. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
    So she went
off to work and I wondered if I was really going to go through with
this. It would be hot to watch her fuck,
without being involved, but then again, she’d be fucking someone
else.
    I wondered a
bit about how it worked. If I should wear
a condom too, just to be polite. Whether everyone had to stop if
one person left the room, and if it was Erica, did the other guy
and I just sit around and talk about the weather? What if the other
guy wanted to fuck me too. That was a worry. I assumed he was doing
this as the only way to get Erica, but with Erica you never knew. I
wondered who undresses first, and who undresses who, and whether
you had to keep fucking what you were fucking until you finished,
or if you could swap halfway through. And how you asked the other
man if he was interested in that, or would be rather stay where he
was.
    I was a bit
worried, but I was turned on too. Erica’s
a wonderful, sexy woman, and she wanted to do this thing, and he
being turned on by it turned me on too.
     
    *
     
    We met the
guy, Gareth, in a bar after work. We had
a couple of drinks and talked, and Gareth asked if I was okay with
this. That seemed decent of him. I asked if it was going to be a
problem at work, since we were all being open, and he said no, they
worked in a different branches. Erica ignored us both, and swung
her foot, and asked, a little snappily, if we were
ready.
    We all went
back to our place and sat in the lounge with drinks. Erica went and changed. She must have been
nervous because she changed into jeans and a shirt, like she’d
normally wear when she got home from work. Not something sexy, or
something easier to take off her in a hurry. Normally she’d think
of things like that. We all sat there and had another drink and
Erica and Gareth gossiped about people at work. It seemed like
no-one knew how to start.
    Gareth was
getting a bit bored, I thought. Like he
wasn’t sure if this was going to happen.
    “ Hey,” I said
to Erica. “Come here.”
    She did, and
I kissed her, and we made out for a while, while Gareth
watched. “Thank you,” she said into my
ear.
    I unbuttoned