One Together

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It was just a normal night, it was on the cusp of 1970, Mick, Christine and I were just sat around, trying to figure out what to do after we found Fleetwood Mac, once again at a struggle, the times had kept changing and we seemed to be the only stable members since Christine had decided to join, everyone else kept leaving, but us three, we had a connection and a vow to eachother and the band, but things had been different and too much wine, whiskey, weed and whatever else we tried that night, made us all a little too, well, experimental. 

Christine and I had been lovemaking already and still in our bath robes, following a shower together, when the doorbell rang. As Christine opened the door, she found Mick standing there and of course the door bell ringer being only Mick, we let him in since we had lived together on and off for years anyway and all three of us seemed to strike up an even closer bond, I had worried when I married Christine that it would effect my friendship with Mick, but it had seemed to strengthen it because they both seemed to get along amazing too. 

Mick had seemed deflated at first over the usual band bullshit and his constantly in trouble marriage with Jenny but before no time, he was much funnier and out going, some good drinks and a good joint always cheered him up and he said Chris and I had a good effect on him too.

In what was either minutes or hours, I noticed that Christine's robe was hanging open for Mick and I to see her lovely breasts, accident or drunkenness it caused my dick to stir, Mick's too I guessed. He did look a couple of times, but he spent more time gazing towards my robe which upon closer inspection was slightly open exposing one testicle. Amused, I did not bother correcting this and became even more amused as him and Christine began to banter. 

I handed each of them a glass while I opened another bottle of wine, ushering them both into the living room. Apparently already a bit buzzed, Mick loosened up more. He was very funny and suggestive. He whined to Christine that he had spent half the past few years sitting beside me in hopes of getting laid, but she stole me away. As Christine bent over in front of us pouring more wine, he complimented her, "If I was not so gay, I would be all over that sexy ass." Slapping it lightly. 

His teasing of Christine continued through the evening. Noticing that she was resting her hand on her abdomen, being sore from our lovemaking, he asked her if she had gotten "fucked a bit hard last night?" Christine smiled, nodding yes, asking if he was jealous? I enjoyed their playful banter finding it flattering. Mockingly she exaggerated her soreness continuing to hold her abdomen as she returned from a restroom trip. He played along asking just how big is his cock? The questioning continued talking about me in third person as if I was not present, is he circumcised, shaved, bent left or right, describe the veins, does he like it rough...? All while he mockingly rubbed his own cock through his jeans.

While I laughed, Christine informed me he was only partially joking "He really does have a huge crush on you!" He reminded Christine, "Don't forget, I have a huge crush on you as well, both of you, Yours is the only ass without a set of balls dangling that makes my cock hard." It was truly amazing how he could say anything he wanted and neither Christine nor I ever took the least offense especially at the fact we were only newlyweds ourselves back then. "and speaking of hard cocks, Mama could you tell me the bedtime story about his cock again?"

Mick had us both rolling in laughter. With great show, Christine teased him opening my robe slightly, just to close it before exposing my cock. She slowly untied the sash to my robe swinging it burlesque style to his cheers of encouragement. Again beginning to open my robe she stopped short, "I will show you his cock if you promise to stop stressing about the band for the night" With his promise, she exposed my cock to him, completely removing my robe.