Aren't You Curious
Aren’t You Curious
by Elliot Silvestri
Copyright © 2014 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter One
“What would it take for you to fuck my wife?” Tim asked Kiel as they finished cleaning up from the weekly game night.
“Excuse me?” Kiel said. He was fairly certain that he had heard his casual friend correctly, but was also equally certain that Tim was goofing around more than normal. They were picking up all the pieces from the Settlers of Catan game they had been playing all night. Not that it took that long to pick up, but the gaming group had almost every expansion pack and when the pieces got mixed in together, it seemed to take forever to sort and separate all the packs.
“What would it take for you to fuck my wife?” Tim repeated.
“Probably nothing,” Kiel said, joking along with Tim. “Your wife’s a pretty hot piece of ass and I wouldn’t mind bedding her.”
“Excellent!” he crowed. “Are you free Friday or Saturday night?” Tim’s face was a bit ruddy from what Kiel assumed was a few too many beers. Now he took a second look and thought that maybe Tim was a bit flushed with embarrassment at what he was asking.
Kiel gave Tim a strange look. Thursday night was game night. It had been game night for the past five years and would continue to be game night until the end of time if everyone else in the group managed to keep up the tradition. “I’m pretty sure that Esther wouldn’t like if she knew you were pimping her out.”
Tim took a deep breath. “Oh, no. she knows. She asked me to find her someone to sleep with her.”
“Yeah, right,” Kiel snorted and closed up one of his plastic totes he carried all his gaming supplies in. “Why doesn’t she just divorce you. That would make your life so much easier.”
Kiel wasn’t good friends with Tim. They had met through Kiel’s cousin Shane who worked with Tim. He had met Tim’s wife Esther a few times. Once in a while she would join in on game night. Kiel found that a distraction because of Esther’s beauty. She wasn’t that incredible to look upon, her looks were actually just slightly above average, but she carried herself with confidence and used no makeup that Kiel could detect. That was sexy beyond anything else. It was sexier even than when Bethany and he flirted far too much over the game board. He and Bethany had fucked more than a couple of times, but they never really clicked as a couple. It was just sex, nothing else.
“No, she doesn’t want that, she just wants a little variety,” Tim said boldly, pushing his too long brown hair out of his face. He really needed to keep it back in a ponytail, Kiel thought.
“Uh-huh.” Tim was a strange one.
“You’ve got to do this for me!” Tim was practically begging now.
“I do, huh?” Kiel asked. “Why is that?”
“She’s got my cock in a vise,” he laughed at himself.
“While I’m all for metaphors and euphemisms for sexual function, I don’t want to know if that’s the truth or not.”
“It’s a partial metaphor,” Tim said.
“Then I definitely don’t want to know.”
“C’mon,” he begged. “I don’t get to have sex until she fucks another guy.”
“Then jerk off,” Kiel snorted and he finished sorting the last of the cards and pieces. The conversation had taken a turn for the bizarre and he was happy to get out of Tim’s house.
“I can’t,” he said.
“You don’t have to tell her about it,” Kiel explained. “Just do it in the bathroom or some ...